Donald Ross of Heimra (Volume 3 of 3)Black, William
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Donald Ross of Heimra (Volume 3 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"Mamie," she exclaimed, when her friend landed, "what took you out to
Heimra on that wild morning? I could not believe it when I was told.
And I sent over to know you were safe as soon as I could get any one to
go. What is the meaning of it all? If you had seen the people watching
the boat!—they did not know what might happen."
"I cannot explain; and you must not ask, Käthchen, now or at any time,"
was her answer. "But tell me, has the gale done much damage? The harvest
was looking so well in those little patches——"
"Damage?" said Käthchen. "It isn’t damage, Mamie; it is
destruction—devastation—everywhere. Oh, it is pitiable. The corn beaten
down—the crofts flooded—well, well, the only thing to be said is that
the poor people are not so disheartened as you might expect. Perhaps
they are used to such bitter disappointments. I do believe this place
is fit only for sheep—and hardly fit for them."
"What can I do, Käthchen," said Mary, with a curious listlessness,
"beyond lowering their rent again? I suppose that is all I can do. They
would not go to Manitoba with me: would they, Käthchen? Do you think
they would? Would you, now?"
"Manitoba?" repeated Käthchen, looking at her. "What has happened,
Mamie? I don’t understand the way you speak. Why should you talk about
Manitoba, when you were so set against it?"
"The climate appears to be so uncertain here," she said, rather wearily,
as they were ascending the steps of Lochgarra House; "and—and the people
have of late been more friendly towards me; and I would like to do what
I could for them. There is nothing to keep me in this country. I would
go away willingly with them—to Canada, or anywhere. But perhaps not
you, Käthchen. I could not expect you. All your interests are in this
country—or in England, at least. But if I were to sell Lochgarra, I
could get money to take them all away to Canada, and buy good land for
them, and see them comfortably established; and then I should have done
my duty by them, as I intended to do when I came here at first. And—and
I don’t think I should care to come back."
She furtively wiped away the tears from her lashes: Käthchen did not
notice. They were passing through the hall now.
"I cannot understand what you mean, Mamie. What is it? What has
happened? Did you see Mr. Ross when you were at Heimra? I heard that
the _Sirène_ had left the morning you went out—and I took it for granted
that Mr. Ross had gone with her——"
"Käthchen, to please me," she said, beseechingly, "will you never
mention Heimra again? Mr. Ross is away—and—and I have been to the island
for the last time; that is all."
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