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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
as yester-e'en, by the blessing o' God!'^
His lass had had eyes like the sun on the harebells, and they had misted with shyness and burned with womanhood when they had rested on him. So Ellen's eyes dimmed and dawned now when Thomas was by. The essence of young love, distilled and redistilled thru the generations from mother to daughter and daughter's daughter ; an old, old essence, eternally
parish," Old Luke reassured himself stoutly. ' ' I be chitterin ' like a guineafowl ower nothin' at all. Thomas '11 make my li'l lass happy. I ban't called 'pon to trouble. ' '
Yet it was day after tomorrow that they were to be married, and he sighed at the thought. Change in an old life is always distressing and terrorsome. So many peaceful years he had spent on the downs, watching the flock for the master yonder in the big house,
THE BETROTHAL
new. Yet Luke's heart was vaguely troubled. The thought of his strapping son-to-be was strangely sore in his faithful breast. For Thomas ' eyes held no hint of a dream. Old Luke did not know this was the reason ; yet he felt it. They were bold, lusty eyes, those of Thomas, that loved to look on fat rye-fields, comfortable ale and beef and cheese, and round girl-forms and ripe lips, but spent no profitless time musing on red sunset glamor or the haze of dew across the green, green fields.
" 'A ban't a steadier lad i' the
and later for the young master. The outer world had flowed by as silently as the river beyond the alder fringe, and now his little girl was suddenly a woman and husband-high. Old Luke sighed again, shaking his head.
''Daze me if I ban't growin' old!" he smiled ruefully. ''When Thomas cooms to 'e cottage, mayhap I'll go 'long down to 'e master an ' ask 'im to gie the lad the flock. Ess fay ! I be thicky old 'a watch sheep, I reckon — thicky old "
But the terror grew in his eyes. Give up his sheep ? Sit all day by the