A Daughter of Fife

"I will go then."

"And you will come back?"

"In three or four days."

"Spare no money. He will be waiting. I know it. Haste, Maggie! Oh dear,

you don't know--oh, be quick, for my sake."

Then Maggie told Mrs. Leslie such facts as were necessary to account for

Mary's anxiety, and she also urged her to keep the appointment. "Better

late than ever," she said, "and you may not be too late; and anyhow the

salt air will do you good, and maybe set you beyond the fit o' sickness

you look o'er like to have."

So within an hour Maggie was speeding to the coast of Fife, faintly hoping

that Allan might still be there; "for he must ken by his own heart," she

thought, "that it would be life or death, and naething but life or death,

that could make me break a promise I had made to him."