Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1867-04-18

clan; but yeu have asked q chief
protection, and on the word, the hon
or of Stewart, you shall have it,
Here, Ellen" he exclaimed as tn
sounds of pursuit increased. At tn
word woman of great beauty mad
her appearance. "Hide this stran
GER" he continued: "his life is sough
we must protect him."
While his daughter, for such sh,
was, led the way to q distant apart
ment, Lord Stewart demanded o
the crowd or class of men without
what they wanted.
ga false Campbell has slain ou
foster brother-your fair haired AL
lan," was the reply. "We demand
vengeance"
''Kinsmen, l know my loss and viii
admit my foe is now beneath my
roof; but my knightly honor is il
pledge for his safety" said Stewart
1t was not without difficulty tha
the fierce passions of the clan wer,
allayed; but the noble generosity o.
the father inspired the rude noun
taineers with admiration of his char.
acter
After the last retainer had depart
ed, Stewart entered the turret where
mis- guest or prisoner was confined.
Campbell" he said, Il have saved
your life; go and carry with you the
memory that you have made mine
desolate"
With unfeigned humility the proud
spirited youth kissed the hand of the
venerable chieftain, following him
through the long corridors to the
postern.
AS he passed one apartment the
sebs of its inmate struck on his
heart, and with mental misery too
big fer utterance, he found himself
again free on his native hills.
Wenow pass over some years, dur
ing which the self. exiled Campbell
found refuge from melancholy
memories in the service of the Brit
ish army in the low country.
Bravest among the brave, he dared
death in thousand ferns; and while
promotion crowned every effort, the
dark gloom of his brow was reYer
lighted by a smile.
But at length the rebellion in the
mother country breaking out, several
regiments were ordered home, and
them Campbell.
At last the unfortunate battle of
Cullodep settled the fate of many of
the Jacebite gentry and Highland
chiefs and among them Stewart of
The Castle of Carlisle was crowd
ed with the doomed; for the govern
ment threatened so fiercely, was in
no mood to pardon lightly those who
had menaced the state so power
fully.
Il was on the evening of the day
preceding that appointed for the ex-
ecutien of the chief above mentioned;
and the last rays of sunset as they
fingered above the REMAND hills,
cleaned through the CRATE of Carlisle !
Castle that the door of the rude
apartment swung heavily back on
it's hinges admitting lady robed in
the deepest black. AS she flung
back the veil which concealed her
features she displayed countenance
Of exquisite beauty, while the death
" paleness of her cheeks, and eyes
rendered dim by weeping, enchanted
The loveliness which sorrow might
not hide.
''My Ellen, my beloved child, this
s kind, yet cruel. Why not spare
The pain of this interview" said the
noble prisoner, "and yet it is priv
lege to leave my last blessing on
.hy sunny locks" he continued, as
MS daughter answered alone by her
'obs. "Nay, my child" he said,
'this weakness becomes not High
and girl. l know the cast played |
'or-I have lost. What then? l am
,ot the child to cry for it. Rather,
ny Ellen, take my last charge. Thy
mothers diamonds, of which they
cannot deprive thee, shall be thy |
lower. Depart to- morrow for Paris.
The ladies of the Sacred Heart will /
receive thee, for they loved thy
mother. / had planned otherwise,
,ut Heavens will be done!"
They were interrupted by the en-
rance of stranger, whose dress of
artan, and the star on his breast,
,etokened him an officer in the re-
lewned 42d Highlanders.
"Will Lord Stewart forgive this in
rusion2" said the stranger, ''more,
orgive him whom he must regard as
lis bitterest foe!'
"Colonel Campbell, for such / per
,eive is your rank. 1 have long
orgiven you; yet methinks it is un-
generous thus to intrude on my last
recollections."
sit is even for that purpose come.
IN my knees have 1 begged thy life
# the King, as his clemency spared
nine years ago, aud your pardon
Inder the royal seal, arrives to-
light One thing more, my lord;
ife has been wretched to me through
ears of rising honors. May I de-
-ote its remainder to you, and by
ilial duty strive to recall sonS"
Tears which only his own fate
ould not wiring from him, flowed
Iown the face of the aged Stewart.
had not only obtained the
ife Of the earl, but also reversion
# his forfeited estate, snd for the
rst time for year did a smile light
n his darkened features, as the ven
rable chief and his lovely child
Tere welcomed with bag-pipe and
ugle note back to their romantic
ills.