The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1839-06-19

sieed died at your gate-that naiden's
words spoke to whom your hearts are plight
ed. ask but an hours shelter, and the
simplest of your fare; and ] am again
wanderer on the earth "
As The stranger spoke thus, he sunk up
on an oaken chair near him, and drew the
yelling tartan over breast aud brow-but he
could not hinder his low sobs Of agony from
reaching the ears of his auditors. Picnic,
who had risen from her death-irance, and
clung weeping to her father, first broke the
silence
"Oh, father, think that our own NAL
colin may have thus to plead, and cast not
the fugitive from our gates"
Stranger, here you are safe none will
pursue you into this rocky wilderness, Rest,
then, thou whose heart seems broken as my
own - and the old laird kindly sought TO
press the hand Of bis guest it was yielded
10 him, and its cold damp touch showed
how worn the frame must be from necessi-
ty aud want.
f, Phemie's eyes met her fathers glance,
and she hastily left the room, returning
quickly with abundant provision, which the
ancient domestics helped her to arrange,
aud heapiug up fresh fuel, retired. During
this time, the stranger appeared TO have
partly recovered himself, but still erfolded
in his plaid, he traced unconsciously, with
his sheaihless and broken dirk, some chaG-
acters on the arm Of the chair in which he
reposed; suddenly starting ms his kind host
addressed him, he, with silent obcisaHce,
avaled himself of the plentiful repast,
though still assiduously, with pIumed cap
and tartan, shielding himself from the gaze
! of his entertainers: much as The laird wish
ed 10 learn if the stranger knew aught Of
the fate of his son, yet hospitality demand
ed he should not embitter the much wanted
meal by a recurrence to circumstances that
agouzed his guest 50 deeply. None spoke
for Phemie could but weep, aud the "a
ther unused on the fall Of his own proud
} hopes, and the fate of his only son. Sud
denly, in the stiffness, the tramp of horses
were fnintly heard, and the stranger sprang
wildly into the centre Of the apartment.
"Hnrk my pursncrs they come =
then am lost !"
Nay, not so, stranger the father of
Malcolm Mackenzie will give his life for
one who has fought beside him here thou
shalt be safe, vert thou Charles Stuart
himself"
81 Gm Charles Stuar, :" said the wan
dercr, casting aside his cap and tartan, his
long fair curls failing brightly round his
face, whose noble features had, amidst their
psIeness, IA sweet and touching dignity,
" am an outcast and what can erpe CT
from the father of Malcolm Mackenzie, but
his eternal Madison. Curse me, old man |;
thy sons blood is yet upon my garments
he died to aid my escape. Nay, sink not
thus TO earth speak, and let me, in thy
words, hear the curses of all whose hearts
have broken, in lost, unhappy Scotland"
At these words, Euphemia rose up her
bright eyes without tears, and her swee,
girish face beaming with the proud ex-
preston of her devoted heart. She rapidly
crossed the room, and sliding back part
of the carved waincoting, cxcIaimed,--
Fly, fly, my princr--ihe sister of Mai
colin will, like him, protect thee to the last )
then suddenly forced Charles (wIIose arm
she had seized) into the aperture, and clos
ing the spring, he found himself in utter
darkness; then, with the quickness of de-
vo;ed aud determined courage, she wrap
ped herself in the tartan he had thrown a.
side, and placing the pluined cap above her
own fair curls, she turned to her astonish-
ed and agonized father, exclaiming,--
"To the deoth, father To- the death for
Charles Stuart, :"
At the moment when the crash Of the
yielding gates, the quick tread of many feet,
and the hOarse voices and the clatter of
steel, announced the entrance Of the dread
ed pursuers, the door Of the apartment was
burst open, and the room bnlf filled with
soldiers.
! aha :" said the leader behold our
prize Yield, sir-you are my prisoner !"
and seizirg the arm of the form enyeloped
IN the well known tartan of Charles, there
was cry Of "To horse to horse IA
rush Of departing steeds, and the devoted
Picnic was borne nway prisoner, ere her
father (whose broken exclaInations were
dlsregarded) could comprehend his heroic
daughters purpose. The sudden discIos-
ure of his sons death, aud the added agony
for bis daugh,cr's fate, literally broke his n
ged heart, aud Charles forced his way
through the shattered psnneI inio the room
only to hear this death grpan with his fatal
proof Of the horrors of civil war weighing
upon his soul, the Stuart fed far away IN
to the darkness of the night, With the vain
iI.ought Of yielding himself up, and saving
the fair and fearless Phemie.
But time rolled away; the wanderer
found home in foreign land and Phe-
nie--ihe early discovery If whose sex cali
ed forth The admiration of her gallant cap
tors for such prOof of courageous de'o-
tion--wss speedily returned in safety to her
nov diseonsolate home. Time. it is said,
does wsuders; and the provrrb must be
true-fm when Phemie Mackenzi. cast n
side her long worn m"nrning weeds, u was
to don the bridal Carmen, 10 meet si the.