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proceeded eastward； meantime Lady Barbara and her escort were not far
from the New Town of Newhaven； on their way from Leith。
Mrs。 Gatty came down； merely with a vague fear。 She had no reason to
suppose her son's alliance with Christie either would or could be
renewed； but she was a careful player and would not give a chance away；
she found he was gone out unusually early； so she came straight to the
only place she dreaded； it was her son's last day in Scotland。 She had
packed his clothes； and he had inspired her with confidence by arranging
pictures； etc。； himself； she had no idea he was packing for his departure
from this life； not Edinburgh only。
She came then to Newhaven with no serious misgivings； for； even if her
son had again vacillated； she saw that； with Christie's pride and her own
firmness； the game must be hers in the end； but； as I said before； she
was one who played her cards closely； and such seldom lose。
But my story is with the two young fishwives； who； on their return from
Leith； found themselves at the foot of the New Town； Newhaven； some
minutes before any of the other persons who； it is to be observed； were
approaching it from different points； they came slowly in； Christie in
particular； with a listlessness she had never； known till this last week；
for some days her strength had failed herit was Jean that carried the
creel nowbefore； Christie； in the pride of her strength； would always
do more than her share of their joint labor。 Then she could hardly be
forced to eat； and what she did eat was quite tasteless to her； and sleep
left her； and in its stead came uneasy slumbers； from which she awoke
quivering from head to foot。
Oh！ perilous venture of those who love one object with the whole heart。
This great but tender heart was breaking day by day。
Well； Christie and Jean； strolling slowly into the New Town of Newhaven；
found an assemblage of the natives all looking seaward； the fishermen；
except Sandy Liston； were away at the herring fishery； but all the boys
and women of the New Town were collected； the girls felt a momentary
curiosity； it proved； however； to be only an individual swimming in
toward shore from a greater distance than usual。
A little matter excites curiosity in such places。
The man's head looked like a spot of ink。
Sandy Liston was minding his own business； lazily mending a skait…net；
which he had attached to a crazy old herring…boat hauled up to rot。
Christie sat down； pale and languid； by him； on a creepie that a lass who
had been baiting a line with mussels had just vacated； suddenly she
seized Jean's arm with a convulsive motion； Jean looked upit was the
London steamboat running out from Leith to Granton Pier to take up her
passengers for London。 Charles Gatty was going by that boat； the look of
mute despair the poor girl gave went to Jean's heart； she ran hastily
from the group； and cried out of sight for poor Christie。
A fishwife； looking through a telescope at the swimmer； remarked： 〃He's
coming in fast； he's a gallant swimmer； yon
〃Can he dee't？〃 inquired Christie of Sandy Liston。
〃Fine thaat；〃 was the reply； 〃he does it aye o' Sundays when ye are at
the kirk。〃
〃It's no oot o' the kirk window ye'll hae seen him； Sandy； my mon；〃 said
a young fishwife。
〃Rin for my glass ony way； Flucker；〃 said Christie； forcing herself to
take some little interest。
Flucker brought it to her； she put her hand on his shoulder； got slowly
up； and stood on the creepie and adjusted the focus of her glass； after a
short view； she said to Flucker：
〃Rin and see the nook。〃 She then leveled her glass again at the swimmer。
Flucker informed her the nook said 〃half eleven〃Scotch for 〃half past
ten。〃
Christie whipped out a well…thumbed almanac。
〃Yon nook's aye ahint；〃 said she。 She swept the sea once more with her
glass； then brought it together with a click； and jumped off the stool。
Her quick intelligence viewed the matter differently from all the others。
〃Noow；〃 cried she； smartly； 〃wha'll lend me his yawl？〃
〃Hets！ dinna be sae interferin'； lassie；〃 said a fishwife。
〃Hae nane o' ye ony spunk？〃 said Christie； taking no notice of the woman。
〃Speak； laddies！〃
〃M' uncle's yawl is at the pier…head； ye'll get her； my woman；〃 said a
boy。
〃A schell'n for wha's first on board；〃 said Christie； holding up the
coin。
〃Come awa'； Flucker； we'll hae her schell'n；〃 and these two worthies
instantly effected a false start。
〃It's no under your jackets；〃 said Christie； as she dashed after them
like the wind。
〃Haw！ haw！ haw！〃 laughed Sandy。
〃What's her business picking up a mon against his will？〃 said a woman。
〃She's an awfu' lassie；〃 whined another。 The examination of the swimmer
was then continued； and the crowd increased； some would have it he was
rapidly approaching； others that he made little or no way。
〃Wha est？〃 said another。
〃It's a lummy；〃 said a girl。
〃Na！ it's no a lummy；〃 said another。
Christie's boat was now seen standing out from the pier。 Sandy Liston；
casting a contemptuous look on all the rest； lifted himself lazily into
the herring…boat and looked seaward。 His manner changed in a moment。
〃The Deevil！〃 cried he； 〃the tide's turned！ You wi' your glass； could you
no see yon man's drifting oot to sea？〃
〃Hech！〃 cried the women； 〃he'll be droonedhe'll be drooned！〃
〃Yes； he'll be drooned！〃 cried Sandy； 〃if yon lassie does na come
alongside him deevelich quickhe's sair spent； I doot。〃
Two spectators were now added to the scene； Mrs。 Gatty and Lord Ipsden。
Mrs。 Gatty inquired what was the matter。
〃It's a mon drooning；〃 was the reply。
The poor fellow； whom Sandy； by aid of his glass； now discovered to be in
a wornout condition； was about half a mile east of Newhaven pier…head；
and unfortunately the wind was nearly due east。 Christie was standing
north…northeast； her boat…hook jammed against the sail； which stood as
flat as a knife。
The natives of the Old Town were now seen pouring down to the pier and
the beach； and strangers were collecting like bees。
〃After wit is everybody's wit！！！〃_Old Proverb。_
The affair was in the Johnstone's hands。
〃That boat is not going to the poor man；〃 said Mrs。 Gatty； 〃it is turning
its back upon him。〃
〃She canna lie in the wind's eye； for as clever as she is；〃 answered a
fishwife。
〃I ken wha it is；〃 suddenly squeaked a little fishwife； 〃it's Christie
Johnstone's lad； it's yon daft painter fr' England。 Hech！〃 cried she；
suddenly； observing Mrs。 Gatty； 〃it's your son； woman。〃
The unfortunate woman gave a fearful scream； and； flying like a tiger on
Liston； commanded him 〃to go straight out to sea and save her son。〃
Jean Carnie seized her arm。 〃Div ye see yon boat？〃 cried she； 〃and div ye
mind Christie； the lass wha's hairt ye hae broken？ aweel； woman_it's
just a race between deeth and Cirsty Johnstone for your son。_
The poor old woman swooned dead away； they carried her into Christie
Johnstone's house and laid her down； then hurried backthe greater
terror absorbed the less。
Lady Barbara Sinclair was there from Leith； and； seeing Lord Ipsden
standing in the boat with a fisherman； she as