Part 4 (2/2)

He did not see of other London thrills

”Man,” he said ruly, ”often while I sit in the Tarbonny Kirk I just sit and think aboot Westminster Abbey Man, yon's a kirk! I suppose you'll be there ilka Sunday?”

I found it difficult to tell hiet the words out, and then I avoided his reproachful eye He knocked out his pipe, and I took the action to be a sy: You are an empty sort of person He studied htened

”Aye,” he said cheerfully, ”London's a graund place, but, for sichts give me New York”

I felt more huuess that by the look of me, for he never asked my opinion of New York

”Man,” he said warmly, ”yon's a place! Yon skyscrapers! Phew!” and he whistled his wonder and admiration ”And the streets! Man, ye canna walk on the sidewalk at the busy tiive me the West, California and Frisco”

”You have travelled much, sir,” I said reverently The ”sir” seemed to come naturally; ain he ignored ! And the Indians!”

He sighed; it was obvious that he was living over again his life in the western wilds A wistful look crept into his eyes, and I began to construct his sad story He loved a maid, but the bruiser of the camp loved her alsohence the broken-down clothes, the dirty collar

But anon he cheered up again

”Yes,” he said, ”I love the West, but for colour and cliive me japan”

I was so confused now that I had to blow outhis knife on the eue anger against Dauvit; asn't he helping me in er, ”is one of the finest countries in the world, but, for cliht to myself that if I were Lenin Ibut I did not follow out htas my honest and unbiassed opinion of the Peruvians I very cleverly pretended that I had sed some nicotine, and, after a polite pause forat Thursday Island Then he looked at Dauvit's clock

”Jerusaleasped, ”the pub shuts at twa o'clock!” and he rushed out of the shop I heaved a great sigh of relief, and then I heaved a greater sigh of relief

I seized Dauvit by the arasped, ”ho is your cosmopolitan friend?”

”My what kind o' a friend?”

”Your world-travelled friend, Dauvit Tell hed softly

”That,” he said, ”was Joe Mill He bides wi' his old e at the foot o' the brae To the best o' e he hasna been further than Perth in his life”

”But!” I cried in amazement, ”he has been everywhere!”

”He hasna,” said Dauvit shortly, ”but he works the cine talk to-night with Macdonald about self-govern a self-governing school in Highgate At the end of the discussion I had the biggest surprise oftime in silence, then he turned to me suddenly

”Look here, old chap, I'll have a shot at introducing self-governrasped his hand

”Excellent! Mac, you're a wonder! You're a brave oing to be a very difficult job”