The dawn at Shanty Bay-- . the matter, Mary ; are yeailin ? he cried as he bent low overher, one hand resting tenderly on theslightly dishevelled hair. Yere nosick, are ye, Mary? a wealth ofanxiety in the pleading voice. You take my little ways too 84 ^ksOUL ^^.^,^i^,ji9i!dUd/i>m-- seriously, Ronald, and the sweetface that long ago had seemed to himthe fairest type of Canadian beautywas lighted by a reassuring smile. I was dreaming, dear: I wasdreaming about—you know. It wasa kind of a day-dream—but I hada kind of a wakening, too, and I felta little faintness. Im afraid its whatyou would ca
The dawn at Shanty Bay-- . the matter, Mary ; are yeailin ? he cried as he bent low overher, one hand resting tenderly on theslightly dishevelled hair. Yere nosick, are ye, Mary? a wealth ofanxiety in the pleading voice. You take my little ways too 84 ^ksOUL ^^.^,^i^,ji9i!dUd/i>m-- seriously, Ronald, and the sweetface that long ago had seemed to himthe fairest type of Canadian beautywas lighted by a reassuring smile. I was dreaming, dear: I wasdreaming about—you know. It wasa kind of a day-dream—but I hada kind of a wakening, too, and I felta little faintness. Im afraid its whatyou would call the sair heart father—just let me lie and rest a little. Very gently Ronald bended overthe earnest face, as his wife, recliningnow, slipped her hand into her hus-bands. What did Ephraim have tosay? she asked after a little silence. Naethin of ony importance—wewas just haein a crack. Did he say anything about Jessie? Na, I dinna think he did—hewas tellin me aboot that wummanthat skirled the solo i the kirk. 25. His wife smiled; she had heardoften enough about the process thusdescribed. Jessies in New York, she saidquietly after a moments pause. Ronald was silent, a frown of painflitting across his face. He did notspeak. Do you suppose shell see him,Ronald? See wha ? he answered ab-ruptly, his voice still low. You know, Ronald, you know,the wife answered, a wave of sadnessin her voice. There was a longsilence. Then he saw the dark eyesfilling up with tears ; the gentle armscame slowly up, and drew his headdown close beside her, her voicechoking: Oh, Ronald, I dreamed our boywas home last night—and I heldhim tight — so tight; like this,Ronald—and I thought I had never
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