blossoms, with the faint, wild tang, which
he plucked whenever he went home to
Scotland from a small grave in a hillside
"kirkyard" on whose granite marker
was printed: "Margery Campbell, aged
fifteen!"

It had been as much the restlessness of
bereavement as a desire to better their
fortunes which had brought his wife and
him to the New World, for she had been
their only child, with the exception of
one son, old enough to be in the American
Army.

The fragrance of that imaginary heather-bloom
tucked away in the impassive
chauffeur's breast was occasionally
apparent in a furtive glance thrown sky-ward,
or in a momentary glisten of mist
in the gray shell of the mechanical eye.

It had made the whole family of his
employers very sympathetic towards
Andrew, as to a friend. And now a whiff
of that heather memory stood Pemrose
in good stead.

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