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Meta-Heuristic Algorithms for
Advanced Distributed Systems
Meta‐Heuristic Algorithms for Advanced
Distributed Systems
Edited by
Rohit Anand
Department of Electronics and Communication Engineering
G.B. Pant DSEU Okhla-1 Campus
(formerly G.B.Pant Engineering College)
Government of NCT of Delhi
New Delhi, India
Abhinav Juneja
KIET Group of Institutions
Ghaziabad, India
Digvijay Pandey
Department of Technical Education,
Government of Uttar Pradesh,
Kanpur, India
Sapna Juneja
Department of CSE (AI)
KIET Group of Institutions
Ghaziabad, India
Nidhi Sindhwani
Amity Institute of Information Technology
Amity University
Noida, India
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21.3.4 Enabling Secure and Efficient Data Sharing Among Supply Chain
Participants 367
21.4 Benefits and Limitations of Blockchain and Distributed Systems in
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References 371
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she puts me out of all patience, but every thing she does is
right in Deborah's eyes. I have not spoken to my Sister
Deborah in more than twenty years!"
"But you may die without having time for the sacraments,"
persisted Amabel; "or perhaps you may have lost the power
of forgiving by that time. What would happen then?"
"Those are Scottish dogs and come from one of the Western
Isles," said Mrs. Deborah. "There, take him for your own if
you like dogs, Lucy Corbet, only you must teach him to let
Sister Philippa's cats alone."
"If you please, Mum, the young lady can teach him with one
word!" said the old Scotch woman who had the principal
charge of the poultry. "Thae dogs are gey gleg at the
uptak."
"I fear my niece does not understand Scotch!" remarked
Mrs. Deborah.
"Oh yes! She means that such dogs are quick to learn!" said
I, guessing the old woman's meaning. I always could
understand dialects of all sorts and confess to being fond of
them.
I was not much the wiser because I did not know what a
Presbyterian was at that time. Afterward I found out that
Elsie was a member of the National Church or Kirk as they
call it of Scotland, who have a great dislike to Episcopacy—
no great wonder either. I am not fond of plum pudding, but
if any one were to try to drive it down my throat with a
bayonet, I think I should like it still less.
In the afternoon the wagon arrived with our luggage and all
Mrs. Deborah's purchases, including the harpsichord, which
was set up in the little red parlor, and proved to have borne
the journey very well. A part of the next day was spent in
unpacking our various possessions and setting them in
order.
"Sister Deborah!"
"I have seen my elders and betters on their knees for hours
at a time before a piece of bread which they worshiped as
God!" said Amabel with some spirit. "But you would not like
to see me do that, aunt. Indeed you must please excuse
us."
Mrs. Deborah did not say a great deal, but she bade us a
kind good-night, and her regular—"I hope I see you well,
nieces," was spoken in the morning with the same cordiality
as ever.
CHAPTER XVIII.
WINTER.
WE soon began to feel quite at home at Highbeck Hall, and
knew all the nooks and corners about the old place, which
were accessible to us. We were not a little curious about the
shut up rooms, but of course we asked no questions,
though I for one associated them with the beautiful lady in
the saloon, and determined to get the story out of old Elsie
some day.
When there were young people of our own age, they were
of course turned over to us for entertainment, and very
much puzzled we were at first to know what to do with
them, not being used to the company of girls of our own
age. But we usually found we could amuse them by tales of
our convent life, especially with the story of the robbery,
which was always received with breathless interest. Then it
was a time when fancy-work of all sorts was greatly in
vogue. Ladies used to do cut-work, and lace-work, chenille-
embroidery, and satin-stitch, and cross-stitch, and dozens
of other stitches, and various kinds of knotting. *
* What is now called tatting. See Mrs. Delaney's
memoirs.
"Exactly!" replied Mr. Cheriton drily. "She did up all her grief
at once. She was married very privately by license more
than two months ago to old Mr. Arnott the great ship owner,
but it is owned now, and she presides over his fine house
with great dignity."
"I hope she will not talk as much of poor dear Mr. Cropsey
as she used to do to us!" I remarked. "I have wished
sometimes the good man had either not died at all, or else
had died before she ever saw him!"
"I have only heard her mention him once!" said Mr.
Cheriton. "I had some business with Mr. Arnott, and was
asked to dine, and Mrs. Arnott remarked as she dispensed
the hare soup, how much poor dear Mr. Cropsey would have
enjoyed it. He was so fond of hare soup!"
Aunt Chloe went to church with us. It was the last time she
ever went, and she seemed to feel very deeply the
solemnity of the occasion. There was a fair congregation, a
good many of whom I fear got very drunk at the ale house
afterward,—but nobody in those parts thought that a matter
of any consequence, or indeed expected anything else. It
was one of the serious charges brought against the
Methodist preachers as showing that they were not what
they ought to be, that they drank neither ale nor spirits,
and discouraged the use of them among their converts.
"You maun ken that there was once a Lord of Leighton, who
was the last heir in the direct line. It behooved him to
marry, for the estate had gone on from father to son, ever
since before the Danes came into the country. He would
have had no fash at all in finding a mate, forby the great
estate which was far greater then as they say, and the fine
house and a'; he was a weal favored lad, and knew how to
make the leddies pleased wi' him."
"His mother was at him night and day to take a wife, but he
would not listen to her, and they say there used to be awful
scenes betwixt them, for she was a Percy and proud as
Lucifer, and he was as dour and obstinate as all the rest of
the Leighton men—craving your pardon, mem." This to
Amabel.
"Aweel it's a sad story, and hardly fit for young ears, only to
show what pride may lead weak and sinful mortals to do.
The leddy went to see the poor thing, who was no' weel at
the time, and persuaded her to take a medicine she brought
her, which should make her well and strong. She took it, fell
into fits and in an hour was dead. Her father was like one
wild, and when the lord came that very evening to visit his
wife, the auld man up and tauld him the whole story, and
showed him the draught that was left—for she had na taken
it all. The young lord gave it to a dog that followed him, and
the poor creature died directly."
"You may guess that the young lord and his mother did not
meet on friendly terms. He charged her with murder to her
face, and she owned it and gloried in it, and dared him to
revenge it on her—the wicked creature—and he swore an
awful oath, that now he would never marry at all, unless he
married a she wolf—for that alone would be fit to mate with
his mother. And then he flung away, and rode like one
possessed through the mirk winter's night, and it was
weeks before he returned. They say, that as he spoke his
rash words, the long mournful howl of a wolf was heard in
the woods so near the house that they both started—for
though there were wolves in plenty in the Cheviot hills in
those days, they did not often come near any dwelling."
"I hope there are none about here now?" said I, for I had
heard stories enough about these creatures in France, to
make me dreadfully afraid of them.
"Na, na! there's no wolf been seen in these parts for more
than fifty years—not since I was a young maid like you. I
heard tell that auld Lochiel killed one in Scotland not so long
ago, but the Cameron's country is far away from here in the
Highlands.
"Aweel, the time went on, and all through the summer
there were merry-makings of all sorts; but when cold
weather came, the lady was na weel, and kept her room,
and nothing could make her stir out of doors, though doctor
and nurse thought it would be much better for her. The
wolves were very bold that winter, and came nearer the Hall
than they had ever done before. The lady was dreadfully
afraid of them, and when their long howls used to be heard,
she would cling to her husband and hide her face in his
neck. Neither would she thole his joining any of the hunting
parties set out against the wolves, and it was a great vex to
him no doubt, for he was a keen hunter, but it behooved
him to pleasure his wife whatever it cost.
"Aweel, in the spring the leddy gave her husband a fine lad
bairn, and there were great rejoicings on the estate. The
leddy seemed to get over her fears, and went about with
her husband and entertained company; but there were
those who said she was na quite herself. She had a watchful
look always about her, and any sudden noise in the night
would make her start and clasp her bairn to her breast. She
seemed to worship the child, and would not bear it out of
her sight; but yet she would not nurse it, and had a young
woman from the village to suckle it. After the babe was
christened she seemed easier about it, but yet her face
never lost the apprehensive look.
"The summer went by and the cold weather came on, and
again the wolves began to come down from the hills. The
lady showed the same terror of them, and begged her
husband not to hunt them. But one day when he was away,
some of his friends persuaded him, laughing at him, and
telling, he should be too much of a man to be afraid of his
wife, and be tied to her apron-string, handsome as she was.
So away he went on the hunt, and had the fortune to slay a
great dog wolf, and ye shall not hinder him from bringing
the creature home to show to his wife.
"The poor leddy had been shut in her room all day, very low
in her spirits, as though she mistrusted where her lord had
gone. The rooms had all been new fitted for her with many
beautiful ornaments and pictures, but she found no comfort
in any thing. She sat by the fire with her babe hugged to
her bosom till she heard her lord's horses in the court. Then
she gave the babe to its nurse and ran down to meet him.
He kissed her as she threw her arms round his neck, and
bade his man show the leddy what he had brought her. The
man threw down on the floor the carcass of a great gray
wolf. The lady gave one scream—they said it echoed
through the house—and fled to her bedroom, bolting herself
in. She would na open to any one—not to her husband or
her child—but they heard her wailing and crying fit to break
her heart.
"It was just midnight when those within the hall heard, as
though close at hand, the long-drawn, piercing howl of a
wolf. It was answered so near that the cry seemed within
the very hall itself, and so dreadful was the sound that it
made every one's blood run cold. My lord, who had come
down stairs, ran up to his lady's room, thinking she would
be terrified to death. He found the nurse, who watched by
the sleeping babe, in the outer room stretched on the floor
in a faint, but there was no sound from within. Reckless in
his dread, he ordered the door to be broken in. The room
was empty. The leddy's clothes that she had worn all day
lay in a heap on the floor. The door to a little turnpike stair
that led down to the garden was open, but, alive or dead,
the poor leddy was never seen mair.
"The babe seemed to pine for his mither, though she had
never nursed him, and in a week, he too died, and was
buried. The lord had the rooms which had been his wife's
closed and locked just as she left them, and he went to the
Holy Wars, as they called them, against the Turks, and
never came home. The estate went to a cousin after all; but
they say that when some great misfortune is about to
happen to the family, the long howl of a wolf is heard at
night in Highbeck Woods."
Elsie ended her story and we sat a few moments in silence.
Then Amabel remarked quietly—
"Aye, they have never been opened since, or sae they say,
and a veil hangs always over the poor leddy's picture,
though Mrs. Deborah's mother used think it was only a
fancy piece, since nobody knew how to paint such pictures
in those days. She was a very well-educated young leddy,
was my young mistress, and had been at school at a
convent in France."
Mrs. Deborah and Mrs. Chloe came home the next day but
one, Mrs. Chloe seeming much revived by her visit. The ball
had been a great success, and Mrs. Chloe had danced one
dance with a very fine gentleman indeed—some officer or
other—who had given her a fine copy of verses next
morning, as the fashion was then. *
Molly and Jenny had greatly regretted our absence, and had
sent us a box of shells, and a needle-book and work-bag of
their own manufacture. Mine was made of flowers cut out in
satin and paper, and placed between two thicknesses of
transparent catgut, † and was really very pretty and
ingenious.
CHAPTER XIX.
SURPRISES.
Mr. Lethbridge drew into his shell as his custom was when
he thought himself assailed, and Doctor Brown began to
talk about something else. It was one of Mr. Lethbridge's
troubles that whenever any one criticised any of his
methods, he always thought the cause of Christ was
attacked. Nevertheless he was a good young man and a
good preacher, visited the sick and the feeble faithfully,
catechised the children and revived the school, which had
fallen quite into disuse of late years.
The remark was not a startling one certainly, but when one
considers that it was the first direct word Mrs. Philippa had
addressed to Mrs. Deborah for more than twenty years, it is
perhaps no wonder that Mrs. Chloe dropped her tea-cup,
and that Amabel and I both tried so hard to look
unconcerned, that it was well no strangers were present.
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