The Bow of Orange Ribbon - A Romance of New York by Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
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reason, Elder Semple will be sure to croak about it. I could wish that
just now he had not come." "But then he is here, and the welcome must be given to a caller on the threshold. You know that, Joris." "I will not break a good custom." Elder Alexander Semple was a great man in his sphere. He had a reputation for both riches and godliness, and was scarcely more respected in the market-place than he was in the Middle Kirk. And there was an old tie between the Semples and the Van Heemskirks,--a tie going back to the days when the Scotch Covenanters and the Netherland Confessors clasped hands as brothers in their "churches under the cross." Then one of the Semples had fled for life from Scotland to Holland, and been sheltered in the house of a Van Heemskirk; and from generation to generation the friendship had been continued. So there was much real kindness and very little ceremony between the families; and the elder met his friend Joris with a grumble about having to act as "convoy" for two lasses, when the river mist made the duty so unpleasant. "Not to say dangerous," he added, with a forced cough. "I hae my plaid and my bonnet on; but a coat o' mail couldna stand mists, that are a vera shadow o' death to an auld man, wi' a sair shortness o' the breath." "Sit down, Elder, near the fire. A glass of hot Hollands will take the chill from you." |
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