"She is just the wife I shall need when I settle down in three or four years," Donald would say complacently, "and I think she loves me.

Of course no man is worthy of such a woman, but when I have seen life a little I mean to try and be so." "Umph!" answered James scornfully, "do you suppose, Mr.McFarlane, that ye'll be fit for a pure lassie like Christine Cameron when you have played the prodigal and consorted with foolish women, and wasted your substance in riotous living ?" And Donald said with an honest blush, "By the memory of my mother, no, I do not, James.

And I am ashamed when I think of Christine's white soul and the stained love I have to offer it.

But women forgive! Oh, what mothers and wives and sisters there are in this world!" "Well, don't try Christine too far, Donald.

She is of an old Covenanting stock; her conscience feels sin afar off.