Produced by Al Haines. *THE RHYMER* By Allan McAulay CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS NEW YORK :: :: :: :: :: 1900 COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER’S SONS _All rights reserved_ TROW DIRECTORY PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY NEW YORK _TO MARY AND JEANIE_ *THE RHYMER* *CHAPTER I.* In the year of grace 1787, Mr. Graham of The Mains, a worthy gentleman and laird of the county of Perth, had a family of seven daughters. This, though hardly at that date amounting to a social crime, was an indiscretion in a man of few acres and modest income. Moreover, his partner in life was even now a blooming and a buxom dame, capable of adding further olive branches to the already over-umbrageous family tree. She had, indeed, but lately performed the somewhat procrastinated duty of adding an heir to the tale of the seven lasses of The Mains. This was as it should be—but it was quite enough. It was market day in the autumn of the year, and Mr. Graham, who farmed his own land, had attended the weekly market at the country town of C——. He was about to jog home in the dusk, when he was accosted by a neighbour and fellow-laird. ’Hey—Mains!’ called out this personage. ’Bide a bit, man! It is in my mind to do you and the mistress at The Mains a good turn.’ Mr. Graham drew rein. ’It is not I that will miss a chance of that,’ he observed, in good humour. ’Well, to be straight to the point,’ said his friend, ’I have a friend biding with me at this time, one Jimmy Cheape—you may have heard me speak of him, for he was a crony of our college days. He is a man of substance in the county of Fife—and he has a mind to be made acquainted with you and your lady.’ ’Ay, ay!’ ejaculated Mr. Graham. ’A most laudable and polite wish, truly, and not to be gainsaid!’ ’He is in search of a wife,’ said the friend, slily, with a dig in the ribs of the laird with the butt-end of his whip, ’and I bethought me that a presentation to a man with seven daughters was the very thing to be useful. So I promised it, and he jumped for it—as keen as a cock at a groset.’ Mr. Graham pricked up his ears. ’That’s the wife’s business rather than mine,’ he observed, cautiously. ’Well! let the wife see him, but see him yourself first. Yonder he is.’ The speaker pointed to a burly form, standing with its back to the friends. ’I will bring him forward;’ and he proceeded to be as good as his word.