Ogilvie

“ Ragged pines, torn by the blizzards, rose against massed snow clouds across the river of the North. A furious white rapid broke the broad stretch of dark water, and in the foreground one saw a rocky beach, ground by drifting ice. It was in the rapids Ogilvie lost his life when returning from a prospecting trip. His canoe capsized, and, although Black reached the beach exhausted, Ogilvie's body was never found.
"A grim country," Marian said, and was silent for a time. Then she gave Gardner a level glance and resumed: "I shall go up there some day. ”

“ The irresolution in Ogilvie’s face took something from its character, and seemed to lower the man’s whole nature. Lord Grayleigh shivered; then the uncomfortable sensation which the memory of Sibyl gave him passed away.
“I shall regret it extremely if you cannot do what I want,” he said, with emphasis.
Ogilvie had a quick sensation of momentary relief. His wife owed another two thousand pounds. It would be bankruptcy, ruin if he did not go. He stood up.
“The time for discussing the thing is over,” he said. “I will go—and—do as you wish. The only thing to put straight is the price down.” ”

“ Mr Ogilvie then minister of Innerwick, near Dunbar, on hearing this blamed Mr Paton-much, saying, Had I been there, he would not only have advised him to keep the promise, but have gone with him.
Dunbar, May 4th, 1785. James Hamilton
Ogil— Then I know how to manage our conversation; whatever I inquire of you, I see you can easily shift me; so that I might profit more by conversing with myself. Cool.—You may try.
Ogil.—Well, then, what sort of a body is that you appear in; and what sort of a horse is that you ride upon, which apperas to be so full of metal? ”

“ For there is nothing left for him but to choose the best death he can get. He may not be free even to do that. The father of Jack Ogilvie may be just such a man. I stopped again, and stood holding the handles of my hoe and looking off to sea, and thought of Ogilvie and Bobby and Jimmy Wales going to and fro upon the waters seeking that which is not.
I grasped my hoe handles more tightly, and turned my head, and looked at the dirt before me, and pushed my hoe savagely. What care I how they go to and fro upon the waters? I wander the shores, and I dig my clams, and I am content. ”

“ The Porter cry’d out with a loud shout,
Here comes Captain Ogilvie!
You’re welcome pretty Captain Ogilvie,
Your fortune's advanced I hear,
No stranger can come to my gates.
That I do love so dear. ”

“ The escape of Lord Ogilvie highly incensed Argyle, who hated the Ogilvies, and who, it is said, longed for the death of his lordship. He could not conceal the chagrin he felt on the occasion, and even had the audacity to propose that the three ladies should be immediately punished; but the Hamiltons and Lord Lindsay, who, on account of their relationship to Lord Ogilvie, were suspected of being privy to his escape, protected them from his vengeance. The escape of Lord Ogilvie was a fortunate occurrence for the Earl of Hartfell, for whose life it is alleged the Hamiltons thirsted in their turn ”

“ Ogilvie entered the sick room did Ogilvie go out. He had during those two days not a single word of private talk with his wife. To Miss Winstead he was always polite and tolerant; to nurse he was more than polite, he was kind, and to Sibyl he was all in all, everything that father could be, everything that love could imagine. He kept himself, his wounded conscience, his fears, his heavy burden of sin in abeyance for the sake of the fast-fleeting little life, because he willed, with all the strength of his nature, to give the child every comfort that lay in his power during her last moments. ”

“ Ogilvie held out his hand. “All right,” he said, “let's have the check!”
“But”—the girl shook her head and glanced over at the man with the red beard as if appealing to him—“you have the check, sir!”
“I have not, my dear!”
The girl seemed flustered.
“S'bog s'bogpie,” she exclaimed, calling on some Slav deity for help; “you have, you have——”
Blaine Ogilvie laughed. He had always been an easy-going man, had always disliked arguments and quarrels.
“All right, all right,” he replied, “have it your own way. Anyhow, that coat is valuable, and I want it back, check or no check. ”

“ Mr. Ogilvie, minister of the parish of Lunan in the county of Forfar, had a great deal of eccentricity in his composition. One Sunday an old woman, who kept a public-house in the parish, with whom Mr. Ogilvie was well acquainted, fell asleep in the church during sermon—not an uncommon occurrence. Her neighbour kept jogging in order to awake her. Mr. Ogilvie observing this, cried out, "Let her alane, I'll wauken her mysel', I'll warrant ye." "Phew! Phew! (whistling) a bottle o' ale and a dram, Janet." "Comin', sir," was instantly replied. ”

“ Ogilvie said—
“Why, Brownlow, I should not have known you.”
“I should have known you, sir, anywhere,” said Jock, amazed to find the Ogre of old times no venerable seignior, but a man scarce yet middle-aged.
They talked of Mr. Ogilvie’s late tour, in scenes well known to Jock, and thence they came to the whereabouts of all the family, Armine’s health and Robert’s appointment, till they felt intimate; and the unobtrusive sympathy of the old friend opened the youth’s heart, and he made much plain that had been only half understood from Mrs. Morgan’s letters. ”

“ So we wended along the shore, and Old Goodwin left us, and we went up the steep path that leads to my bluff, and there we found Ogilvie under my pine, standing silent and looking out over the harbor to the west.
Ogilvie was modest and unassuming and pleasant. He spoke when he was spoken to, and sometimes when he was not, but he did not volunteer anything about himself, although he was very ready to answer questions. Eve succeeded in finding out something about him without seeming to try. He went down to Newport about the first of April. ”

“ Peter Ogilvie, meanwhile, and his friend, Nigel Christopherson, were in the midst of weather as hot as can be very well endured even by English people, who seem capable of resisting almost every sort of bad climate. The sun rose on the edge of the level plains every morning with horrible punctuality, and stared and blazed relentlessly until it had burned itself out in a beautiful rage and glory in the blood-red western sky. ”

“ Ogilvie. Belforest has come to be like a prison to her, and it will be everything to have Armine in a warm place among reasonable people.”
“Is Kenminster more unreasonable than formerly?”
“Not Kenminster, but Woodside. I say, Mr. Ogilvie, you haven’t any one at St. Cradocke’s who will send Armine and Babie to walk three miles and back in the rain for a bit of crimson cord and tassels?”
“I trust not,” said Mr. Ogilvie, smiling. “That is the way in which good people manage to do so much harm.”
“I’m glad you say so,” cried Jock. “That woman is worse for him than six months of east wind. ”

“ Lord Grayleigh returned to Grayleigh Manor by a late train, and Ogilvie went back to his empty house. Amongst other letters which awaited him was one with a big blot on the envelope. This blot was surrounded by a circle in red ink, and was evidently of great moment to the writer. The letter was addressed to “Philip Ogilvie, Esq.,” in a square, firm, childish hand, and the great blot stood a little away from the final Esquire. It gave the envelope an altogether striking and unusual appearance. The flap was sealed with violet wax, and had an impression on it which spelt Sibyl. ”

“ He knew perfectly well why Ogilvie had come from England to assay the mine, and this last question took him somewhat by surprise.
Ogilvie was silent. After a moment he jumped up impatiently.
“I may as well inquire for any letters or cables that are waiting for me,” he said.
Rycroft lit his pipe and went out. He had never seen Philip Ogilvie before, and was surprised at his general appearance, and also at his manner.
“Why did they send him out?” he muttered. “Sensitive, and with a conscience: not the sort of man to care to do dirty work; but perhaps Grayleigh was right. ”

“ Ogilvie; it ran as follows:—
“My Dear Lord Grayleigh,
“You have not, I hope, forgotten your promise to be, as Sibyl said, one of the big-wigs at my bazaar.”
“But I had forgotten it,” muttered Grayleigh to himself. “That woman is, in my opinion, a poor, vain, frivolous creature. Why did she hamper Ogilvie with that place in his absence? Now, forsooth, she must play at charity. When that sort of woman does that sort of thing she is contemptible.” ”

“ The youth in the Norfolk suit gripped his arm, and it was this physical contact which cleared Ogilvie's brain and caused him to act. Whatever the reason for Martyn Spencer's strange bargain with him, whatever the cause of the murder or the personality of the murderer, whatever the beginning and problematical end of it all, it became suddenly clear to him that he must get away as rapidly as possible. ”

“ Both the poor girls looked constrained and unhappy, and Miss Ogilvie wondered whether “Cousin Lisette’s” evident intentions of becoming a fixture would be for their good or the reverse.
“Are you better, my dear?” asked she, affectionately.
“Yes, it was only the room,” said Elvira.
“You are a good deal there, are not you?” said Miss Ogilvie to Mary, who had the white flabby look of being kept in an unwholesome atmosphere.
“Yes,” said Mary, wistfully, “but grandpapa does not like having me half so much as Elvira. He is always talking about her.” ”

“ The sprawling writing had hardly covered half a sheet of notepaper when the red-gold head with its crown of plaits was raised again, and the woman in the mirror looked at her with a face that was suddenly livid. Her lips were white and were drawn back somewhat from her teeth; and Mrs. Ogilvie, in the midst of pain, recognized first of all how hideous she looked.
The pen dropped from her fingers, and she pushed her chair back from the writing-table and went over to the fireplace and lay down on the sofa. The day was cold, and Mrs. Ogilvie shivered and drew a cover over her feet. ”

“ Ogilvie; 'every one felt ill there. Why does one go to these out-of-the-way places?'
'It is very absurd,' said Lady Falconer, in a friendly way, 'to be surprised at people growing up; yet I can hardly realize that Captain Ogilvie, whom we met to-day, is the little boy who was with you at Juarez. How time flies!'
'It more often crawls, I think,' said Mrs. Ogilvie, smiling, with her mouth a little twisted to one side. And then she rose to go because she never stayed long at any party, and not even the fact that Nigel Christopherson was going to ride in the last race altered her decision. ”

“ O pardon us,' they did say;
'Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie,
And away with him she will gae.'
When he came to Aberdeen,
And down upon the green,
There did he see Captain Ogilvie,
Training up his men.
'O wo to you, Captain Ogilvie,
And an ill death thou shalt die;
For taking to thee my daughter,
Hang d thou shalt be.'
Duke Gordon has wrote a broad letter,
And sent it to the king,
To cause hang Captain Ogilvie
If ever he hanged a man.
'I will not hang Captain Ogilvie,
For no lord that I see ”

“ Very good for Ogilvie's congregation. They're stuffy, very stuffy. It'll shake them. It'll shake Ogilvie too. Are you staying here to-night?"
"No, I shall bicycle back to Slowbridge and bicycle over to Mass to-morrow."
"Ridiculous. Stay the night. Didn't Ogilvie invite you?"
Mark shook his head.
"Scandalous lack of hospitality. They're all alike these country clergy. I'm tired of this walk. Let's go back and look after the turbot. Are you a good cook?"
"I can boil eggs and that sort of thing," said Mark.
"What sort of things? An egg is unique. There's nothing like an egg. ”

“ He swung the gun-case into the cart as if it had been a bit of thread. He himself would carry Ogilvie's top-coat over his arm.
"And why have you not come in your hunting tartan?" said he, observing the very precise and correct shooting costume of the young man.
"Not likely," said Mr. Ogilvie, laughing. "I don't like walking through clouds with bare knees, with a chance of sitting down on an adder or two. And I'll tell you what it is, Macleod; if the morning is wet, I will not go out stalking, if all the stags in Christendom were there. I know what it is ”

“ Ogilvie laughed. “Oh, yes—you told me things happen there, didn't you?”
“To some people.”
“Shall I carry a gun?”
“Heavens, no! Even the slums are well policed these decadent days. Only—well, I warn you. The beginnings and the ends of many things have been brewed in that restaurant—things which men do not speak of except in whispers behind closed doors.”
Ogilvie looked up sharply. “As you are talking in whispers—right now!” he said, with a purring laugh. “As your door is closed—right now!”
“Exactly!” came the even, passionless reply. Spencer hesitated. ”

“ The city editor had received a little note from Mrs. Ogilvie, begging him to let her work on without interruption, "for work," she ended, "will be my only refuge now." He had sent her several assignments with journalistic promptness, and with a letter full of almost human sympathy. He thought of her suddenly one evening as he looked at the head of her arch-enemy, Hunt, the copy-reader, bent over a story of hers which he had given him to rewrite. "We want good stuff out of this," he had said, without glancing it over; "whip it into shape, old man, and make the very best of it. ”

“ OGILVIE, JOHN (1797–1867) , lexicographer, son of William Ogilvie, farmer, was born in the parish of Mamoch, Banffshire, on 17 April 1797. His mother was Ann Leslie, daughter of a farmer in a neighbouring parish. After receiving some elementary education at home, and attending the parish school for two Quarters, Ogilvie worked as a ploughman till he was twenty-one. In 1818, in consequence of an accident, one of his legs had to be amputated above the knee. Afterwards Ogilvie taught successively in two subscription schools, in the parishes of Fordyce and Gamrie, both in Baniffshire. ”