And I never cam' up wi' them, and I haena heard o' them sin'
syne.
"The silence at first had been fearfu'; but noo, somehoo or ither, I
canna richtly explain 't, the silence seemed to be God himsel' a' aboot
me.
"And I'll never forget him again, Annie.
"I cam' upo' tracks, but no o' oor ain men. They war the fowk o' the
country. And they brocht me whaur there was a schooner lyin' ready to
gang to Archangel. And here I am."
Was there ever a gladder heart than Annie's? She was weeping as if her
life would flow away in tears. She had known that Alec would come back
to God some day.
He ceased speaking, but she could not cease weeping. If she had tried
to stop the tears, she would have been torn with sobs. They sat silent
for a long time. At length Alec spoke again:
"Annie, I don't deserve it???-but _will_ you be my wife some day?"
And all the answer Annie made was to lay her head on his bosom and weep
on.
CHAPTER XCIII.
Is it worth while, I debate with myself, to write one word more?-???Shall
I tie the ends of my warp, or leave them loose?-???I will tie them, but
no one needs sit out the process.
The farm of Howglen prospered.
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