THE MEMORIAL The last word of the blessing was scarce out of the minister's mouth before Stewart had me by the arm.

We were the first to be forth of the church, and he made such extraordinary expedition that we were safe within the four walls of a house before the street had begun to be thronged with the home-going congregation.
"Am I yet in time ?" I asked.
"Ay and no," said he.

"The case is over; the jury is enclosed, and will be so kind as let us ken their view of it to-morrow in the morning, the same as I could have told it my own self three days ago before the play began.

The thing has been public from the start.

The panel kent it, '_Ye may do what ye will for me_,' whispers he two days ago.