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CHAPTER XVI?Continued.
Her face was very pale and fervent
as she lifted it to meet his fiery kisses.
t->.v--i -,.,.i^w.Lr invort this sDlendid.
CllIICI VII VJIUVIX IV* vw -- ?m
stagy music teacher, with his cloak
and sombrero and melting Creole eyes,
as only a romantic, unreasonable girl
of 17 can love.
"You are cruel to talk like this. Cannot
you trust me. Arthur? Grandpa
is my slave?he loves me devotedly?
there is nothing he would not do for
my sake. He may be proud, he may
love wealth and honors, but he wants
me to be happy. He will never ask
me to marry against my own wish?
he will never stand betwixt me and
the love I have chosen for myself."
He smiled sadly, incredulously.
"My darling, I fear you are mistaken.
When he comes to take you
away this morning, say to him, I love
a man who earns his living by teaching
music?a gentleman of birth and
breeding, like yourself; once he was
rich, like yourself, but now ho is
poor. I am an heiress and he has
nothing, yet I love him and he aJores
me. Say this, I repeat, and we shall
be parted forever."
Her lovely arms tightened about his
neck.
"Then I will remain silent," she
sighed. "Our secret must be kept
spite of all the grandfathers and all
the English baronets in the universe,
for a while longer. Nothing shall part
us. You break my heart when you
talk like this. I love you all the more
because you are poor?because you
have known misfortunes."
"And yet," he said, with reproachful
tenderness, "you would not marry
me a week ago. when I prayed and
begged and entreated you. on my
knees, to do so, my Ethel!"
??T Arthur The thnilfirht
X I UUIU liui, V(?W4 . *..V O
of grandpapa held me back. He has
been so kind, so good, so generous to
me! To marry even you, without his
knowledge and consent, seemed wicked
folly?black, heartless ingratitude.
Let us have patience, and he will yet
give us his blessing."
"My poor child, I am older than
you; I know men better. After you
leave this place your love will be subjected
to a sore trial. I am full of
jealous fears. Swear that you will be
true to me, Ethel, whatever happens."
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Before she knew what he was doing,
he had forced her down upon her
knees before him. under the dark,
dripping trees. He was desperately
afraid of losing this girl, he was
recklessly determined that no power
of earth should tear her from him.
His dark, southern face had grown
ashy pale?his black eyes shone like
coa Is.
"Swear you will never forget that
you belong to me, and to me only, in
my love?my beautiful love!"
"I swear," she answered.
"Wherever you go I shall, sooner or
later, follow you. I cannot exist long
where you are not. I have loved other
women before today but not as I
love you. Kthel, swear that when I
come for you again you will not hesitate
or hold back?swear that you will
marry me. openly, if possible, but secretly.
if needs be. Swear that nothing.
living or dead, shall stand between
us. or keep us asunder in the
moment, near or far. when next I
" ^ shall call you."
An icy chill went over the kneeling
girl, a presentiment of evil, a foreboding
of future ill. It sealed her lips.
Involuntarily she drew her hands from
k her lover's grasp; he caught them
P again with jealous alarm.
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"If you love?If you have ever loved
me, swear as I bid you, Ethel.*'
Alas! she was like wax in his grasp
rne ascenuancy wmcn me iianusumt
music teacher had acquired over the
most brilliant pupil of the school was
something almost terrible. She could
not resist his touch, his look, his compelling
voice, than the trees above her
head could resist the wind which was
twisting and tearing their branches.
Yet she made a faint attempt.
"Arthur, have mercy!" she gasped;
"spare me! It may not be possible
for me to do as you ask!"
"It must! It shall!" he cried, fiercely.
"You are mine! I will claim my
own at any time, in any place! Swear!"
"I swear!" she faltered, growing
sick and faint.
"I call upon Heaven?yes, and hell,
too?to register your vow, Ethel!" he
cried, in fierce exultation, as he lifted
her to his breast and kissed back the
color into her pale lips.
At that moment the clock on the
neighboring steeple struck the hour of
7, and at no great distance In the
shrubbery they heard a female voice
calling;
"Miss Greylock. where are you?"
"It is Miss Hale!" cried Ethel, in
alarm. "Oh, Arthur, if she finds you
hero we are both lost."
He was aware of his danger. For
six months this man had been the idol
of the boarding school?every girl
therein had openly adored him for his
dark, romantic beauty, his superb
tenor voice, and his pecuniary misfortunes.
Yet, in this trying situation his
conduct had ever been propriety itself.
So far as the principal and her
assistants knew Mr. Regnault bore
himself amid all these foolish girls
like a Trappist monk. As he was not
yet ready to forfeit his blameless character,
he pressed Ethel Greylock to his
breast, and rained his farewell kisses
1 fonc
UU 11**1 LHMUU1UI. illgllictivu Ittvv.
"Remember your oath!" he said,
wildly. "I am yours and you are
mine, and perdition to the one who
tries to part us! Now farewell!"
He broke from her clinging arms
and vanished among the trees, just as
Miss Hale came gliding through the
shrubbery, like an intrusive little
snake.
"Your grandfather has arrived,"
RIPOLI-fAN OASIS! _
she said to Ethel Greyloek, "and he i:
waiting for you. Have you fount
your lost ring?"
The blood Mew back into Ethel':
face.
"No." she answered, "but it doe:
not signify, grand pa will give me another."
And leaving Miss Hale to follow a
her leisure, the heiress of Grey loci
Woods, with her lover's kisses burning
on her lips, and her heart thump
ing like a trip-hammer, rushed bael
to the school and into the receptior
room, wnere tJoturey ureyioe*. mm
years older than when we saw hirr
last, but still erect and autocratic
stood with the dust of travel on hi!
garments, awaiting the appearance o:
his once despised, but now adored
granddaughter. She Hew into hi!
arms, and he embraced her as if the}
I had been parted for years instead o
days.
"Oh, grandpa. I am glad you hav<
come to take me away. I am glad
glad!" she cried, seized with a suddei
nervous trembling.
Godfrey Greylock held Ethel fron
him and searched her face with suet
tenderness as only she had power t?
bring to his cold, gray eyes.
| "What is the matter?" he said
> "You have changed since your graduation,
three days ago. You are as
pale as a ghost. Something has gone
wrong with you, Ethel."
She kissed him gaily to hide her
embarrassment.
"Xo. grandpa, but the school is now
like a tomb, you know. The girls are
all gone, and most of the teachers;
and for these last three days I have
felt as 'lone and lorn' as Mrs. Gummidge
herself."
"Put on your wraps, my dear, and
we will be off at once. By-the-way
when I arrived. Miss Hale told me
' you were in the garden looking for
I some lost trinket. Did you find it?"
She hung her head in mingled
shame and alarm. Her grandfather
. was the only person on earth that she
. really feared.
j "It was the opal ring you sent me
I at Christmas." she stammered. "No.
. grandpa. I did not find it. I?I am
very sorry."
i "Do not give It a thought. I will
, order another for you tomorrow. Remember,"
with a fond smile that made
his stern old face look ten years
. younger, "you have only to ask and to
have."
Madame, the principal, with whom
Ethel Greylock had always been a
' prime favorite, now came hurrying
r down the stairs for a parting word,
and Miss Hale entered from the garden.
and there were a few tears, a few
, embraces, after which Godfrey GreyI
lock led his granddaughter to the car.
riage that waited at the gate.
Against a neighboring lamp-post a
. man was audaciously lounging as the
two came forth?a man Intent upon
, having, at any cost, one last look at
, the girl he loved. As Ethel's startled
eyes fell upon him he boldly lifted his
sombrero from his black curls, and by
the act attracted the attention of Godfrey
Greylock.
"Who Is that person, Ethel?" he
demanded, as he sprang into his carriage
after his granddaughter.
She was alarmed at her lover's imi
prudence, and, like a true woman, delighted
also.
"His name is Regnault," she an
i swered; "he is the music teacher of
the school, grandpa."
"Humph! the fellow looks like Hamlet.
Both face and garb remind one
i of the footlights. I shall know him
when I see him again." Through the
carriage window he stared back at the
i lamppost and the cloaked figure leani
ing against it. "My dear, is he foreign
born?"
"I?I?that is," stammered Ethel,
"Miss Hale once told me that he was
a West Indian, and that once he had
great wealth, but lost it in unlucky
i speculation, and now he depends upon
i his musical talent for a livelihood."
"Very imprudent of the principal, I
should say, to employ such a teacher
in a school of romantic girls. He ha^
enough of good looks to turn any
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She leaned hack in her seat and
yawned, like the hypocrite which she
5 was.
"I dislike handsome men, grandpa.
3 Good looks should belong exclusively
to women. Tell me," changing the
subject with suspicious haste, "will
t dear Aunt Pam be expecting us at
c Grey lock Woods? Did she not long
to come with you to fetch me home?"
"Yes. to both questions," he anc
swered: "but her strength is breaking
1 up?she is fast becoming a confirmed
? invalid, and her new physician pro>
tested against the journey."
"Her new physician? Where is Dr.
3 Jarvis?"
t "Dead, months ago. And a young
. M. D. from Boston, a certain Dr. Klch3
ard Vandine. has taken his nlace in
<' Mlackport.'
( "Young? Oh, delightful!" she cried
with the mischievous dimples showing
i in her cheeks. "And does Aunt I'nm
like him?"
i "To such an extent that she will not
attempt to live without his constant
' attendance. He Is a lucky dog to have
' secured such a patient at the begin
ning of his career."
"tjrandpa, your Dr. Richard Van
dine interests me," she cried, gaily. "I
Tripoli, Storm Cer
Most Colorful Sp
Tripoli, the capital of the province
I oiinfu romn Ininnr nn tho Q^llthp
city lias numerous palm groves and g
bv blacks .'con bovond the Sahara, wh
shall immediately make him the captive
of my bow and spear." ]
Then she began to ply him with i
inquiries concerning Hopkins, the ser- i
vants, the dogs, the peacocks?every- i
thing, animate and inanimate, at Grey- .
lock Woods. '
"I suppose I asked these same ques- ]
tlons at the graduation," she laughed, <
"but, somehow, I cannot refrain from <
going over them again. And there is i
mamma?I almost forgot mamma, i
Has she returned from Europe? Is ]
sho at Rose Cottage?" <
His face clouded, as It always did,. I
when his daughter-in-law was men- <
tioned. i
"So," he answered, as if dealing <
with a distasteful matter; "the house I
is closed?she is still abroad, but I <
hold no communication with her."
"Two or three times a year she (
writes to me." said Ethel. "Her last \
letter was dated from some town In .
the Tyrol, where she was trying the
baths for her injured limb. She seemed
very hopeless?said she had been
all over Europe in quest of relief, and
had found none."
He shrugged his shoulders. Ever
since the purchase of his granddaughter
for ten thousand dollars per year,
Godfrey Greylock had done his utmost
to keep mother and child apart. As
neither seemed to care for the society
of the other, the task had not been
difficult. Mrs. Iris had now secured
a handsome income, and she loved not
the life of a recluse. Was she absent
from the Woods? Then Ethel's vacations
were spent at the villa. Was the
ex-danseuse at Rose Cottage? Then
Godfrey Greylock and Miss Pam
whisked the little heiress away to
some quiet watering place, and made
her happy there till the beginning of a
new school term.
In consequence the child had grown
to womanhood almost a stranger to her
mother. Of the latter's history she
knew as much as did Godfrey Greylock?no
more. Ethel loved Aunt Pam
and tyrannized over her; she feared
and adored her grandfather. In her
eyes, he was the grandest, the noblest
of men. That he shunned and disliked
her mother?that he sought in
every way to keep the child from the
parent, did not disturb her in the
least, for her affection for her maternal
relative was of a vague and lukewarm
character.
For the greater part of this day, upon
which she had taken leave of her
school life, Ethel Greylock and her
grandfather Hew over the iron track
toward far-away Blackport, talking
affectionately, and watching, from the
window of the drawing room car, the
rain come down, and the hours dwindle.
The girl had discovered something
which none before her?not
even the wife of his youth?had ever
found?the way to Godfrey Greylock's
stern, cold heart. As she leaned back
in her chair, her loveliness enhanced
rather than diminished by her simple
traveling gown, his eyes, usually so
hard and indifferent, dwelt upon her
with fondest love and admiration.
This was the fairest flower that had
ever bloomed on the Greyloek tree!
And she should have a future worthy
of her beauty. He had planned it all
?her marriage with the titled Eng- lishman?her
cousin, three or four t
times removed?the new splendors ;
which she was to shed upon the name 1
of Greyloek. Verily she would wear ti
the title of "My Lady" with a rare *
grace in that old manor house across
the sen.
Late in the wet afternoon the two f
travelers alighted at the Rlackport I
station. The carriage from the Woods ?
was waiting there?they entered it, f
and went rolling off, at once, to the 11
villa. 1
Change, which, sooner or later, vis- I
its all sublunary things, had at last, j
found out Rlackport. A revolution i
had swept its borders since that night f
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of that name over which Italy and Turj
rn Mediterranean coast, embodying all oj
irdens. One of Its principal curiosities li
have constructed homes of caves in tn
Ihen audacious little Fairy, the dessed,
the rejected, came uninvited to
Ine with her grandfather. The sumer
idler had swooped down upon the I
Id town like an army with banners. I
antastlc cottages now stood everyhcre
along its bluffs and beaches.
<^d8ome turnouts filled its oncj^l
lowsy streets. A mushroom growth 1
pf smart shops arose at every corner. I
Only two of the places in Blackport I
remained impregnable, unchanged?
Poole's Inn and Greylock Woods. The
?aprice of summer pleasure seekers,
:he Invasion of a host of people, Intent
in recreation, the arrival and departure
of excursion steamers and trains,
:ould In no wise disturb the equanimity
of these widely different, but
squally conservative, houses.
Godfrey Greylock and his grandlaughter
rode up the main avenue
under the chestnuts and evergreen,
ind stopped iit the door of the villa, i
V moment later and Ethel was in the
ighted drawing room, clasped in the
irms <>/ Aunt l'am, who arose from a i
iofa.fo kiss and embrace her.
"My precious child," she cried, i
'have you, at last, come to us for i
juoti : 1 am giau mere m on "lie ui
Ftnse Cottage to dispute, at present,
ur claims upon you. How hand- i
iome you are? Why, you have actuilly
grown lovely since the Christmas
lolidays! I was heart-broken because i
could not fro with Godfrey to see I
*ou frraduate. but I)r. Vandlne forbade i
t?he thought the journey too long i
or my strength." i
i War, One of ,
diterranean Coast. |
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tey are at war, la one of the most
t the oriental beauty of the past. The t
s a large negro settlement Inhabited f
ie manner of their own country
"Pamela, let me remind you that we *
are both hungry and tired," Interrupt- v
ed Godfrey Greylock. "Allow us to r
brush the dust of travel from our
clothes and dine. Later on you can
talk to your niece as much as you
like." ' i
, Ethel wept, up to a suite .of roo^ j
which her grandfather had newly fur- j
nished for his expected idol, and made y
her toilet for dinner. She looked (
around on the buhl and porcelain, the a
silken hangings, the painted panels, r
the rich upholstery, and drew a long 1
breath. (
"What a hothouse flower grandpa a
would make of me!" she thought; a
"and how dearly I love all this ease ^
and liivnrv and dlsnlav! Oh. am I? r
shall I ever be fitted to become the i
wife of a man who works for dally a
bread?" 1
She went down to dine with her i
TOropflvr l^sf1',
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grandfather and Aunt Pam. There c
was a smile on her lips, but her heart c
was strangely heavy. After the meal? o
after Miss Pamela had gone away to C
her own room, Godfrey Greylock be- t<
gan to speak of something that was w
constantly In his thoughts.
"Ethel." he said, "you know?for I j,
have talked to you before of this mat- n
ler?how much I wish for your union ?
with Sir Gervase Greylock. For years
this has been my pet ambition. Long i,
ago I proposed the alliance to the ti
baronet, and he offered no objection? (1
un the contrary he expressed himself
as ready and willing to accede to all '
my wishes." a
"How good of him!" murmured
Ethel, with a toss of her head.
"Sir Gervase Is young and good
looking, and he has a title. You are
poung and more than good looking,
Ethel, and you have a large fortune.
Nothing could be more admirable
than such a marriage."
He stopped, in expectation of an
answer, but she remained dumb.
"You deserve something more than
an ordinary man for your husband,"
went <?n Godfrey Greylock. "You
ileserve rank and honors, Ethel, and
vou shall have them. The time is at
[land, I trust, for the fulfillment of my
wishes. Sir Gervase Is coming across
the Atlantic to see his future bride,
ind to woo her In person. This, of
bourse. Is the proper thing, and I own
that I am glad of it; for It is plain
that every male with whom you come
n contact?butcher, baker and eanllestick
maker, will Immediately be
making love to you."
Still she was silent. With creditable
persistency Godfrey Greylock went
in:
"Only yesterday I received a letter
'rom the baronet, saying that he
should sail from Liverpool at the eartest
possible moment. I think we
may look for him at any time."
She saw that she was expected to
*ay something, so, by an effort, she
jttered that one vague word, "InJeed!"
He stared hard at her.
"Ethel, I have talked with you
ibout this matter before," he said, a
lttle resentfully.
"Yes, grandpa."
"I wish Sir Gervase to understand?
[ think I have made him understand
?that, In giving him my heiress, I
nonor him more than he can honor
ne. You and I are Greylocks, also,
ind that he possesses the family title
s simply an accident of birth."
u,"Yes, grandpa," she answered again.
"I believe the baronet to be a superb
'*Uew?a fitting mate for you?wor:hy
In ayery way to take your future
nto his keeping. In your union with
Mm I shall, at last, And consolation
tor the disappointment of your father's
marriage years ago. Surely I need
?ay no more to the child who loves
ne, and who ha# had ample assurance
hat her welfare ie aa dear to me as
ny own. Now klea me, my dear, and
;o and rest. Too look pale afcd tired."
She kissed him with Uya as cold as
day. and went a war to her own cham>er,
and as she went she was eaylhg
o herself, with a miserable, sinking
leart:
"Oh, if grandpa knew how Imposat>le
It is for me to fulfill hie wishes! I
man ureas. nis neari?ne win ?*n mo
tut, as he did my father before me;
>ut. God help me! I cannot do thle
vhlch he asks?I can never, never,
lever marry Sir Gervase Greylock!"
(To Be Continued.)
Cotton 8eed In Charlotte.?It is estinated
that there are not less than
IQli rarloAdB of cnttnn seed in Ch&Totte
at this time. The most of this
las come from South Carolina and
leorgla, where the crop Is very large,
md where It has been opening up very
apldly. But little of the local seed
ias been marketed yet. In South
Carolina and Georgia, where there
ire unmistakable signs of a big crop,
ind where the prices have not been
rery high, there has been a large
novement of the seed. Around Charotte,
where the crop appears to be
imall, the farmers have been unwillng
to part with their seed at prevailng
prices. The price of the seed, of
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Am m i
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ourse, is regulated by the size of the
rop as a whole and not by the crop
f any particular section or state,
otton seed Is bringing about >18 a
an in Charlotte, but the farmers
ant about >20 a ton. In South
arolina and Georgia the seed is beig
bought at from >15 to >16 a ton.
t is therefore cheaper for the local
illls to buy their seed in South Carlina
and Georgia and then pay the
reight of its transportation to CharHte.
The presence of some 100 earmds
of seed In Charlotte at one
me is very remarkable.?Charlotte
observer.
tWProbably a bulldog's bow-legs
re the only ones of that variety that
re pointed to with particular pride.
ItUsccUanrous #radinfl.
FIELD CROP IN3ECT8.
What They Are and How to Combat
Them In South Carolina.
The following article by Prof. A. F.
Conradi of Clemson college, state entomologist,
is timely and of special interest
at this time:
This is the season of the year when
cultural methods for controlling field
crop insect pests must be seriously
considered. Most of the pests with
which we have had to contend during
the past season are beginning to make
preparations for winter quarters. The
uuuuu uuii worm win uurruw auuui
two and a half Inches into the soil of
cotton and corn land and then change
to a chrysalis and remain during the
winter. The corn stalk borer remains
all winter as a larva In the base of
corn stubble below the surface of the
soil. The black bill bug remains as a
pupae In the base of the corn stubble
during the winter. The cotton and
com root lice are protected by the
ants in undisturbed fields and like the
cotton leaf louse they maintain themselves
on wild food plants In the early
part of the year before the crops are
up and In fall and early winter after
the crops are harvested. Chinch bug*
and the beetles of the southern com
root worms find winter shelter in rubbish,
dead grass, and weeds that remain
on the fields. It is therefore
self-evident that neglected fields during
the fall and winter are the best
"Incubators" for the pests that are to
menace our crops next year. If the
same crops follow each other on the
same land, the conditions for Insect
propagation are favored still more4
because their preferred food is placed
right before them so that they need
not even have to hunt for It These
are the conditions, therefore, that if
not given any forethought, will give
us endless trouble next year.
A system of fall and winter culture,
together with the planting of crops
that will act as cleansers against
weeds that serve as food plants and
which themselves have considerable
immunity against insects, is the important
question before the farmer
right now. Among the plants that are
relatively free from insect attacks are
the vetches, cowpeas, clovers and rye. *
Here then are excellent plants to be
used for cleansing cover crops.
The boll worm la oontrolled by winter
plowing which breaks up or exposes
hit sarthera ee'.i. If the corn
stubbles are plowed under in winter
tho com stalk horsy moth cannot get
out. T" control blU hugs the infested
stubble shop|i be plowed up and destroyed.
Cleansing cropa destroy the
weeds that support, our root and leaf
lice, and also destroys the places suitable
for winter quartet^ for the chinch
bugs and southern co^n-^oot worm
beetle. If ws take a trird's^K^rknr
controlling crop insects together wWh
tha planting of cteanslnf crops, it resolves
Itself Into rotation, deep fall
plowing, and the planting of Winter
cover crops. These recommendations
are in line with those of the leading
agricultural workers of the south. The
methods of culture and the system of
rotation may vary to suit the circumstances.
In a nutshell the following is
a typical rotation for the control of
field crop insects on the average farms
of the south:
1st year. 2nd year. 3d year.
Field 1 Corn Oats cotton
Cowpeas Cowpeas Cover
Oats Cover
Field 2 Oats t Cotton Corn
Cowpeas Cover Cowpeas
Cover Oats
Field 3 Cotton Corn Oats
Cover Cowpeas Cover
Oats
The Palmetto Regiment's Flag.
In 1846, when the South Carolina
regiment started for the Mexican war,
the women of Charleston presented to
it a flag?the Stars and Stripes. In
Mexico this flag was so riddled with
bullets that it would no longer hold
together, and General Wlnfleld Scott
gave the regiment another flag while
still In Mexico.
The new flag was carried throughout
the rest of the Mexican war. It
was the third, if not the second,
American flag planted on the walls
of Chapultepec. There It waved until
the Palmetto regiment moved on, and
it was placed above the Garlta de
Bolen by Gen. Quitman. It was afterward
the first flag planted upon the
walls of the City of Mexico, having
been hauled up by the South Carolinians
three hours before any other
troops entered the city.
This flag was, of course, not used
during the Civil war. The original
flag of the regiment was captured by
Sherman s army wnen tnat army
passed through South Carolina.
In 1898, when the 2nd South Carolina
regiment assembled for service
'in the war against Spain, the flag
which had been placed upon the walls
of Chapultepec and Bolen was brought
forth and committed to the keeping
of the regiment. Commemorating
American success in a war against a
Spanish-speaking country, it was
hoped that a fortunate adventure
might befall it in Cuba.
Such an adventure did befall It, for
it was the first American flag hoisted
over Morro castle at Havana. The
flag is probably the only one in the
United States which has been carried
in two foreign wars, and the only one
which has been hoisted at two foreign
capitals. It was brought back from
Cuba in a powder sack and returned
to the survivors of the Palmetto regiment
of the Mexican war.?Harper's
Weekly.
Scotch Students.?Many a man who
never had any "schooling'' gets an
education, and often a surprisingly
good one.
A traveler in Scotland once met
a farmer whose ground rent was
about 120 a year and who wrote poetry
in Gaelic that was of a high order.
This same traveler met a youth In
Scotland who rode from home on
horseback to the seaport and then
across Scotland to Aberdeen, where
he sold his horse to enter the University.
It Is related of another Scotchman
that he was overheard repeating a
line of Tennyson, whereupon someone
asked him what poet he liked
best.
"Homer," he replied.
"Whose translation do you read?"
"I rarely read a translation," he
said, wiping the fish scales from his
apron. "I like the best to read Homer
in the original Greek."?Minneapolis
Tribune.