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A Strange Revenge. 721<br />

" I didna come tae force mysel upon ye," Kirsty continued,<br />

in a voice so tremulous that John at once wheeled<br />

about, " but things dinna seem tae be driftin' very sair in that<br />

direction."<br />

" <strong>The</strong> auld story," said John, again turning his back<br />

and patting the floor vigorously with one foot ; " the same<br />

as I cud mak' money ony quicker or help folk deein' ;<br />

besides, this's a fine day tae talk o' marriage— it wad be<br />

wiser-like tae speak o' kirkyards an' read the Psalms o'<br />

Dauvit.''<br />

" It's no that."<br />

" It's no what ?"<br />

" I dinna want ta hurry ye, I'm sure."<br />

" No, ye canna ;<br />

that's the best o't."<br />

"John, dinna be sae ill-natured, for I hae bad news—<br />

that's what I came tae tell ye afore e'en I telt my faither<br />

I've lost a' my siller !"<br />

" What, Kirsty," questioned John, with a look <strong>of</strong> con-<br />

sternation, '• lost yer hale £2 17s 3%d ?"<br />

" Every penny !"<br />

"An' wha's the thief?" asked John with an air that<br />

meant the <strong>of</strong>fender would have a hard time <strong>of</strong> it.<br />

" Oh, it's this way, John :<br />

—<br />

the Pr<strong>of</strong>essor hasna paid a<br />

bawbee o' his debts, an' the lawyers o' Inverness have<br />

taken awa' every stick in the hoose, includin' my ain kist<br />

an' the money I've saved wi' the sweat o' my broo."<br />

" Good gracious, Kirsty, yer money taen awa' by a<br />

wheen lawyer scoondrels ? An' for that vagabond's debts !<br />

I aye thocht there was something queer about yon cliap,<br />

wi' his sneakin' prowls in the wuds, an' keep mysel' tae<br />

mysel' kind o' style. What about yer half year's wages ?"<br />

" Not a penny hae I got."<br />

" An' no' a copper need ye expect."<br />

" What's the world comin' tae," soliloquised John,<br />

leaning up against the dresser and rubbing his stubbly chin,<br />

" death, ghosts, witch's gane daft, an' folk that dinna believe<br />

in ghosts— it'll be the millenium next."<br />

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