And yet--I once saw an aged woman, a widow of many years, cry softly at mention of the Cuttle Well.

"John was a good man to you," I said, for John had been her husband.

"He was a leal man to me," she answered with wistful eyes, "ay, he was a leal man to me--but it wasna John I was thinking o'.

You dinna ken what makes me greet so sair," she added, presently, and though I thought I knew now I was wrong.

"It's because I canna mind his name," she said.
So the Cuttle Well has its sad memories and its bright ones, and many of the bright memories have become sad with age, as so often happens to beautiful things, but the most mournful of all is the story of Aaron Latta and Jean Myles.