Sorrow came hard and fast on Mr.
MacDonald, in the loss of his moth and wife. He was an ideal son and father, They are buried in the old Spyrrie kirkyard close to the old castle where I first remember seeing. Mr, MacDonald; it is an interesting spot containing many old Runic crossses, Sitting in a coach one day I saw a man passing, sad, lonely and depressed, the rich colour replaced by a sick look, the black hair turned grey. Every hand seemed against him. He had just been voted out of the Golf Club of his native town, T had tea at a cousin's with' the Premier's family, just previous to going abroad. Mr, Malcolm, his son, was hurt about the Golf Club insult, s0 Tried to comfort the boy by' ing his father would triumph over those who insulted him. That came true, He was subsequently offered the freedom of the Golf Club.
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