If ould Hamilton left it to them surely it wasn't their fault." "Never mind," said another, "I'll lay a wager that Mrs.Lindsay's son--I mane the step-son that's now abroad with the uncle---will be sent for, and a marriage will follow between him and Miss Goodwin." "It maybe so," replied Tom, "but it's not very probable.

I know the man that's likely to walk into the property, and well worthy he is of it." "Come, Tom, let us hear who is the lucky youth ?" "Family saicrets," replied Tom, "is not to be rovaled.

All I can say is, that he is a true gentleman.

Give me another blast o' the pipe, for I must go home." Tom, who was servant to Mr.Goodwin, having now taken his "blast," wished them good-night; but before he went he took the sorrowing widow's cold and passive hand in his, and said, whilst the tears stood in his eyes, "May God in heaven pity you and support your heart, for you are the sorely tried woman this miserable night!" He then bent his steps to Beech Grove, his master's residence, the hour being between twelve and one o'clock.
The night, as we have already said, had been calm, but gloomy and oppressive.

Now, however, the wind had sprung up, and, by the time Kennedy commenced his journey home, it was not only tempestuous but increasing in strength and fury every moment.