Kilmeny of the Orchard 
     
     have loved him! It is a hard thing, and 
     
     I do not see what we are to do. We can— 
     
     not act as if nothing had happened. We, 
     
     can never trust him again.” 
     
    

    
     But Neil Gordon solved the problem 
     
     himself. When Eric returned that night 
     
     he found old Robert Williamson in the 
     
     pantry regaling himself with a lunch of 
     
     bread and cheese after a trip to the sta- 
     
     tion. Timothy sat on the dresser in black 
     
     velvet state and gravely addressed him— 
     
     self to the disposal of various tid—bits that 
     
     came his way. 
     
    

    
     “ Good night, Master. Glad to see 
     
     you’re looking more like yourself. I told 
     
     the wife it was only a lover’s quarrel most 
     
     like. She’s been worrying about you; but 
     
     she didn’t like to ask you what was the 
     
     trouble. She ain’t one of them unfortu— 
     
     nate folks who can’t be happy athout 
     
     they’re everlasting poking their noses 
     
     into other people’s business. But what 
     
     kind of a rumpus was kicked up at. the 
     
     Gordon place, to-night, Master? ” 
     
    

    
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