He met a Kirk
man aince, frae Markham, I'm thinkin', that had a threadbare coat.
'Man,' said he till's auld freend, 'yon's a shockin' worn-out coat. Can
yer freens i' the Kirk no dae better than that by ye?' 'Toot, toot,
Jockey,' said the Kirk man, 'what ails ye at the coat? It's no turned
yet.'" The sensible Bishop saw that the chaplain, who was preparing to
reply, would probably put his foot farther in, and turned the
conversation into other channels. Then the wedding presents were
re-examined, the bride donned her travelling costume, and, amid
affectionate leave takings, the doctor drove off his daughter and
son-in-law, with the clerics, toward the distant railway station, en
route for Ottawa, Montreal and Lake George. The Bridesdale party went
home, and, while Mrs. Carmichael and Miss Graves were attended by their
respective cavaliers, Miss Carmichael flew to the bedside where Mr.
Terry kept cheerful guard.
Everything hinged now upon the sick man's health. "He must be got away,
John, before the winter comes," the doctor had said to the Squire, and
all wrought with this end in view.
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