At length her brother raised himself from the ground.
"Oh, it is terrible to leave it all," he groaned; "yet I am glad to leave, for it is more terrible to stay; the very Glen I cannot look at; and the people, I cannot bear their eyes.

Oh," he groaned, wringing his hands, "if she were here she would understand, but there is nobody." "Oh, Allan," cried his sister in reproach.
"Oh, yes, I know! I know! You believe in me, Moira, but you are just a lassie, and you cannot understand." "Yes, you know well I believe in you, Allan, and others, too, believe in you.

There is Mr.Dunn, and--" "Oh, I don't know," said her brother bitterly, "he wants to believe it." "Yes, and there is Mr.Martin," she continued, "and--Oh, I forgot! here is a letter Mr.Martin brought you." "Martin ?" "Yes, your Martin, a strange little man; your quarter-back, you know.

He brought this, and he says it is good news." But already Allan was into his letter.

As he read his face grew white, his hand began to shake, his eyes to stare as if they would devour the very paper.