MY LOVE, SHE'S BUT A LASSIE. CHAPTER I. "My friend, I have seen a white crane bigger! Made in a piece of nature's madness, Too small, almost, for the life and gladness That over-filled her." R. BROWNING. NE August afternoon, precisely at the ONE time when the 4.15 train was bound to leave the busy, over-crowded Middleland Junction, Walter Huntley, Captain in one of Her Majesty's cavalry regiments, quietly stepped into an empty carriage. Having already seen a portmanteau and tin caseboth of which bore marks of many a VOL. I. B |