Poor Orther Lom,
He looks so glom.
Miss Carmichael seized her namesake and shook her. “You naughty, wicked little girl, how dare you? Who taught you these shameful words?” she asked, boiling with indignation. Marjorie cried a little for vexation, but would not reveal the name of the author. Some said it was the doctor, and others, that it was his daughter Fanny; but Miss Carmichael was sure that the lawyer, Marjorie’s great friend, Eugene, was the guilty party, that he ought to be ashamed of himself, and that the sooner he left Bridesdale the better. Coristine was completely innocent of the awful crime, which lay in the skirts of Marjorie’s father, the Captain, as might have been suspected from the beauty of the couplet. The consequence of the poetic surprise was the exclusive attachment of Miss Carmichael to the Crown Lands man, in a long walk in the garden, a confidential talk, and the present of a perfectly beautiful button-hole pinned in by her own hands.
Trove—A Substantial Ghost
Captured—Coristine’s Farewell—Ride to Collingwood—Bangs Secures
Rawdon—Off to Toronto—Coristine Meets the Captain—Grief at
Bridesdale—Marjorie and Mr. Biggles—Miss Du Plessis Frightens Mr.
Lamb—The Minister’s Smoke—Fishing Picnic.
After his Parthian shot, the Captain ordered Sylvanus to get out the gig, as he was going home. Leaving Marjorie in the hands of her aunt Carmichael, he saluted his daughter, his niece, and his two sisters in law, and took their messages for Susan. There was grief in the kitchen at the departure of Sylvanus, who expected to be on the rolling deep before the end of the week. Mr. Pawkins and Constable Rigby had already taken