body
laughed, but Jan's face darkened.

Margaret did not hear her name, but she felt sure the remark had been
about herself, and her heart burned with anger. She was turning away,
when there was a cry of pleasure, and Suneva Torr entered. Margaret
had always disliked Suneva; she felt now that she hated and feared
her. Her luring eyes were dancing with pleasure, her yellow hair fell
in long, loose waves around her, and she went to Jan's side, put her
hand on his shoulder, and said something to him.

Jan looked back, and up to her, and nodded brightly to her request.
Then out sprang the tingling notes from the strings, and clear, and
shrill, and musical, Suneva's voice picked them up with a charming
distinctness:

"Well, then, since we are welcome to Yool,
Up with it, Lightfoot, link it awa', boys;
Send for a fiddler, play up the Foula reel,
And we'll skip it as light as a maw, boys."

Then she glanced at the men, and her father and mother, and far in the
still night rang out the stirring chorus:

"The Shaalds of Foula will pay for it a'!
Up with it, Lightfoot, and link it awa'."

Then the merry riot ceased, and Suneva's voice again took up the
song--

"Now for a light and a pot of good beer,
Up with it, Lightfoot, and link it awa', boys!
We'll drink a good fishing against the New Year,
And the Shaalds of Foula will pay for it a', boys.

CHORUS:

"The Shaalds of Foula will pay for it a';
Up with it, Lightfoot, and link it awa'."

Margaret could bear it no longer, and, white and stern, she turned
away from the window. Then she saw Michael Snorro standing beside her.
Even in the darkness she knew that his eyes were scintillating with
anger. He took her by the arm and led her to the end of the close.
Then he said:

"Much of a woman art thou! If I was Jan Vedder, never again would I
see thy face! No, never!"

"Jan lied to me! To me, his wife! Did thou think he was at my
father's? He is in Ragon Torr's."

"Thou lied to me also; and if Jan is in Ragon Torr's, let me tell
thee, that thou sent him there."

"I lied not to thee. I lie to no one."

"Yea, but thou told Elga to lie for thee. A jealous wife knows not
what she does. Did thou go to thy father's house?"

"Speak thou no more to me, Michael Snorro." Then she sped up the
street, holding her breast tightly with both hands, as if to hold back
the sobs that were choking her, until she reached her own room, and
locked