Willand

"Yes, you are Willand -- you are my own dear boy -- welcome, welcome back to life, and to one who loved you as her own son!"

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

If one of my old shipmates were to be asked if he knew Willand

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

"You need not say that, Willand," replied Aunt Bretta.

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

Soon after this I was christened under a name which may sound somewhat fine to southern ears, Willand Wetherholm; but, as will be seen, I did not very long retain it.

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

"Oh, Willand! ye dinna ken what harm ye have done, laddie," said Aunt

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

"Well, Willand, I am glad to see you," said she in a kinder tone than usual.

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

You must know, Willand, that your father left some money to your grandmother for her life, and afterwards it was to go to you; but when you were supposed to be dead I took possession of it.

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

"Willand -- Willand Wetherholm," he answered plainly.

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

"Willand, is it you -- you indeed, lad?" said a voice, in a kindly tone which I felt I ought to know.

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847

Willand, had but dear mother been alive, how it would have done her heart good to see you!

Will Weatherhelm The Yarn of an Old Sailor William Henry Giles Kingston 1847