Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 12, No. 33, December, 1873Various
Science
Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 12, No. 33, December, 1873
Various
Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
Altogether, it was a pleasant evening they had, but when Ingram had
left, Mr. Mackenzie said to his daughter, "Now, look at this, Sheila.
When Mr. Ingram goes away from London, you hef no friend at all then
in the place, and you are quite alone. Why will you not come to the
Lewis, Sheila? It is no one there will know anything of what has
happened here; and Mairi she is a good girl, and she will hold her
tongue."
"They will ask me why I come back without my husband," Sheila said,
looking down.
"Oh, you will leave that all to me," said her father, who knew he
had surely sufficient skill to thwart the curiosity of a few simple
creatures in Borva. "There is many a girl hass to go home for a time
while her husband he is away on his business; and there will no one
hef the right to ask you any more than I will tell them; and I will
tell them what they should know--oh yes, I will tell them ferry
well--and you will hef no trouble about it. And, Sheila, you are a
good lass, and you know that I hef many things to attend to that is
not easy to write about--"
"I do know that, papa," the girl said, "and many a time have I wished
you would go back to the Lewis."
"And leave you here by yourself? Why, you are talking foolishly,
Sheila. But now, Sheila, you will see how you could go back with me;
and it would be a ferry different thing for you running about in the
fresh air than shut up in a room in the middle of a town. And you are
not looking ferry well, my lass, and Scarlett she will hef to take the
charge of you."
"I will go to the Lewis with you, papa, when you please," she said,
and he was glad and proud to hear her decision; but there was no happy
light of anticipation in her eyes, such as ought to have been awakened
by this projected journey to the far island which she had known as her
home.
And so it was that one rough and blustering afternoon the Clansman
steamed into Stornoway harbor, and Sheila, casting timid and furtive
glances toward the quay, saw Duncan standing there, with the wagonette
some little distance back under charge of a boy. Duncan was a proud
man that day. He was the first to shove the gangway on to the vessel,
and he was the first to get on board; and in another minute Sheila
found the tall, keen-eyed, brown-faced keeper before her, and he was
talking in a rapid and eager fashion, throwing in an occasional scrap
of Gaelic in the mere hurry of his words.
"Oh yes, Miss Sheila, Scarlett she is ferry well whatever, but there
is nothing will make her so well as your coming back to sa Lewis; and
we wass saying yesterday that it looked as if it wass more as three or
four years, or six years, since you went away from sa Lewis, but now
it iss no time at all, for you are just the same Miss Sheila as we
knew before; and there is not one in all Borva but will think it iss a
good day this day that you will come back."
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