said Mr. Marshall . `` Well , '' he added more tolerantly , a moment later , `` I was a poet , too , for six months in my life when I was courting your mother . '' Kilmeny was reading on the bench under the lilac trees when they reached the orchard . She stood up and came shyly forward to meet them , guessing who the tall , white-haired old gentleman with Eric must be . As she approached Eric saw with a thrill of exultation that she had never looked lovelier . She wore a dress of her favourite blue , simply and quaintly made , as all her gowns were , revealing the perfect lines of her lithe , slender figure . Her glossy black hair was wound about her head in a braided coronet , against which a spray of wild asters shone like pale purple stars . Her face was flushed delicately with excitement . She looked like a young princess , crowned with a ruddy splash of sunlight that fell through the old trees . `` Father , this is Kilmeny , '' said Eric proudly . Kilmeny held out her hand with a shyly murmured greeting . Mr. Marshall took it and held it in his , looking so steadily and piercingly into her face that even her frank gaze wavered before the intensity of his keen old eyes . Then he drew her to him and kissed her gravely and gently on her white forehead . `` My dear , '' he said , `` I am glad and proud that you have consented to be my son 's wife -- and my very dear and honoured daughter . '' Eric turned abruptly away to hide his emotion and on his face was a light as of one who sees a great glory widening and deepening down the vista of his future . A Case of Trespass It was the forenoon of a hazy , breathless day , and Dan Phillips was trouting up one of the back creeks of the Carleton pond . It was somewhat cooler up the creek than out on the main body of water , for the tall birches and willows , crowding down to the brim , threw cool , green shadows across it and shut out the scorching glare , while a stray breeze now and then rippled down the wooded slopes , rustling the beech leaves with an airy , pleasant sound . Out in the pond the glassy water creamed and shimmered in the hot sun , unrippled by the faintest breath of air . Across the soft , pearly tints of the horizon blurred the smoke of the big factory chimneys that were owned by Mr. Walters , to whom the pond and adjacent property also belonged . Mr. Walters was a comparative stranger in Carleton , having but recently purchased the factories from the heirs of the previous owner ; but he had been in charge long enough to establish a reputation for sternness and inflexibility in all his business dealings .
One or two of his employees , who had been discharged by him on what they deemed insufficient grounds , helped XXXXX deepen the impression that he was an unjust and arbitrary man , merciless to all offenders , and intolerant of the slightest infringement of his cast-iron rules .
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