The Lilac Sunbonnet

The Lilac Sunbonnet, by S.R.
Crockett

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THE LILAC SUNBONNET
A LOVE STORY
BY S. R. CROCKETT
AUTHOR OF THE STICKIT MINISTER, THE RAIDERS, ETC.

CONTENTS.
PROLOGUE.--BY THE WAYSIDE I.--THE BLANKET-WASHING
II.--THE MOTHER OF KING LEMUEL III.--A TREASURE-TROVE
IV.--A CAVALIER PURITAN V.--A LESSON IN BOTANY
VI.--CURLED EYELASHES VII.--CONCERNING TAKING
EXERCISE VIII.--THE MINISTER'S MAN ARMS FOR CONQUEST
IX.--THE ADVENT OF THE CUIF X.--THE LOVE-SONG OF THE
MAVIS XI.--ANDREW KISSOCK GOES TO SCHOOL
XII.--MIDSUMMER DAWN XIII.--A STRING OF THE LILAC

SUNBONNET XIV.--CAPTAIN AGNEW GREATORIX XV.--ON
THE EDGE OF THE ORCHARD XVI.--THE CUIF BEFORE THE
SESSION XVII.--WHEN THE KYE COMES HAME XVIII.--A
DAUGHTER OF THE PlCTS XIX.--AT THE BARN END
XX.-"DARK-BROWED EGYPT" XXI.--THE RETURN OF EBIE
FARRISH XXII.--A SCARLET POPPY XXIII.--CONCERNING
JOHN BAIRDIESON XXIV.--LEGITIMATE SPORT
XXV.--BARRIERS BREAKING XXVI.--SUCH SWEET PERIL
XXVII.--THE OPINIONS OF SAUNDERS MOWDIEWORT UPON
BESOM-SHANKS XXVIII.--THAT GIPSY JESS XXIX.--THE
DARK OF THE MOON AT THE GRANNOCH BRIDGE
XXX.--THE HILL GATE XXXI.--THE STUDY OF THE MANSE OF
DULLARG XXXII.--OUTCAST AND ALIEN FROM THE
COMMONWEALTH XXXIII.--JOCK GORDON TAKES A HAND
XXXIV.--THE DEW OF THEIR YOUTH XXXV.--SUCH SWEET
SORROW XXXVI.--OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY
XXXVII.--UNDER THE RED HEATHER XXXVIII.--BEFORE THE
REFORMER'S CHAIR XXXIX.--JEMIMA, KEZIA, AND LITTLE
KEREN-HAPPUCH XL.--A TRIANGULAR CONVERSATION
XLI.--THE MEETING OF THE SYNOD XLII.--PURGING AND
RESTORATION XLIII.--THREADS DRAWN TOGETHER
XLIV.--WINSOME'S LAST TRYST XLV.--THE LAST OF THE
LILAC SUNBONNET

PROLOGUE.
BY THE WAYSIDE
As Ralph Peden came along the dusty Cairn Edward road from the
coach which had set him down there on its way to the Ferry town, he
paused to rest in the evening light at the head of the Long Wood of
Larbrax. Here, under boughs that arched the way, he took from his
shoulders his knapsack, filled with Hebrew and Greek books, and
rested his head on the larger bag of roughly tanned Westland leather, in
which were all his other belongings. They were not numerous. He
might, indeed, have left both his bags for the Dullarg carrier on

Saturday, but to lack his beloved books for four days was not to be
thought of for a moment by Ralph Peden. He would rather have carried
them up the eight long miles to the manse of the Dullarg one by one.
As he sat by the tipsy milestone, which had swayed sidelong and lay
half buried amid the grass and dock leaves, a tall, dark girl came
by--half turning to look at the young man as he rested. It was Jess
Kissock, from the Herd's House at Craig Ronald, on her way home
from buying trimmings for a new hat. This happened just twice a year,
and was a solemn occasion.
"Is this the way to the manse of Dullarg?" asked the young man,
standing up with his hat in his hand, the brim just beneath his chin. He
was a handsome young man when he stood up straight.
Jess looked at him attentively. They did not speak in that way in her
country, nor did they take their hats in their hands when they had
occasion to speak to young women.
"I am myself going past the Dullarg," she said, and paused with a hiatus
like an invitation.
Ralph Peden was a simple young man, but he rose and shouldered his
knapsack without a word. The slim, dark-haired girl with the bright,
quick eyes like a bird, put out her hand to take a share of the burden of
Ralph's bag.
"Thank you, but I am quite able to