The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1869-10-09

ders r. said Mowbray 'sand shame on those
who would execute them There" added
ne, "there is money will ransom him"
With an imprecatiOn they took the money
that was offered them, and left their prisoner
to Mowbray. He approached the tree where
they had bound him. he started back-lt
was the Rev. Andrew Duncan
Rash man |" exclaimed Mowbray, as he
again stepped forward to unloose the cords
that bound him. "Why have ye again cast
yourself into the hands Of the men who seek
your blood Do you hold your life so cheap
that, in one week, ye would risk to sell it
twice Why did not ye, with your father,
your brother, and your Dite, fee into Eng-
land, where protection was promised p
my father my brother my wife
mine i-minei" repeated the preacher
wildly. "There are no such names for my
tongue to utter l-none none to drop their
love a. morning dew upon the solitary soul
o. Andrew Duncan r.
"Are they murderedP'' exclaimed Now
bray, suddenly, in . voice of agony.
Murdered 70 said che preacher, with in
creased bewilderment. "What do you mean ?
or wha do you mean?"
"Tell me-" cried Mowbray, eagerly ''ars
not you the husband of Mary Blydone"
me ! me!' cried the preacher. "Nol-
no II loved her as the laverock loves the
blue lift in spring, and her shadow cam be-
tween me and my ain soul-but she wadna
hearken unto my voice-she is nae wife O.
mine -
"Thank Heavenl" exclaimed Mowbrsy /;
and be clssped his hands together.
II is Decessary, however, that we now ac-
company John Brydone and his family in
their fight i1to Westmoreland. The letter
which their deliverer had put into their
hands was addressed to a Sir Frederic Now
bray and, when they arrived at the house
OF the old knight, the heart Of tine aged Gov
enanter almost failed him for q moment for
it was proud-loOking mansion, aud those
whom be saw around wore the dress Of the
Cavaliers.
who are yep inquired the servant who
admitted them to the house.
"Deliver this latter into the hands Of your
master" said the Covenanter; "our business
is with him."
at is the handwriting of Master Edward" |"
said the servant, as he took the letter into
his hand I; and, having conducted them to q
room, he delivered it to Sir Frederic.
In few minutes the old knight hurried
into the room, where the Coventer, and his
son and his daughter, stood. "Welcome,
thrice welcome" he cried, ,grasping the hand
Of the old man; "here you shall 1nd q resting
place and home, with no one to make you
afraid"
( He ordered wine and food to be placed BE-
fore them, and he sat down with them.
! Now John maIvelled at the kindness of
bis host. and bis heart burned within him !;
and, iD the midst OF all, be thought Of the
iong-lost Philip, ano how he had driven him
from hOme-and his cheek glowed and his
heart throbbed with anxiety. His so0 mar
yelled also, and Mary's bosom swelled with
strange emotion-tears gathered in her eyes,
and she raised the ring that had been the
tcken Of her fathers deIiveIence to her lips.
"Oh, sir" said the Coventer, "pard0n the
! freedom O. a plain blunt man, and O ane
whose bosom is burning WIZ anxiety; but
there is a mystery, there is somethirg attend
ing my dsliverence, an the letter, and your
kindness, that Gamma see through-and
hope, and | ftar-and | canna-l daurnd
comprehend how 1t is-but, as it were, the
past-the lang bygane past, and the present
appear to hae met thegither 1t is a. max
i0' my head dizzy wi wonder, for there now
seems in - this q something that concerns
you, and that concerns me, and one that
mAynA name"
"YOur pc. lexity," said Sir FREDERIC,
''may be best relieved, BY stating to you, in
few words, one or two circumstances Of my
history. Having, from family affection, left
this country, until within these four years,
held q commission in the army of the Prince
Of Orange. ] was present a. the battle of
Sene6; it was nv last engagement; and in
the regiment which l commanded there was
Scottish volunteer, to whose bravery, dur
ing the battle, owed my life. In admra-
ton and gratitude fo: his conduct, sent for
him after the victory, to present him TO the
prince. He came. | questioned him res
pecting his birth and his family. He was
silent-be burst into tears. | urged him to
speak. de said, of his real name he knew
nothing-of his family he knew nOthing-all
that he knew was, that ne had been the
adopted son Of a good and q Christian man,
who had found him on Phiiiphaugh, on the
lifeess bosom Of his mother"
"Merciful Heaven my pulr, injured Phil
ip !" exclaimed the aged COventer, wringng
his hands
"My brother" - cried Daniel eagerly.
Mary wept.
"Oh, sir" continued Sir Frederic, words
cannot paint my feelings as he spoke had
been at the battle OF Philipaugh, and not
dreaming that a conflict was at hand, my be-
loved wife, with our infant boy, my little Ed
ward had joined me but the day before. At
the 6rst rose of Leslie's onset rushed from
our tent left my loved ones there. Our
army was striken with confusion-I nsver
beheld them again. grasped the hand of
the youth gazed on his face as though my
soul wouli have leaped from my eYelids.
Do not deceive me I cried and he drew
from his bosom the ring and the bracelets of
my Elizabeth"
Here the old knight paused and wept, and
tears ran down the cheeks Of John Brydone,
and the cheeks of his children.
They had not been many days in West
moreAnd, and they we're seated around the
hospitable hearth of the good knight, when
two horsemen arrived at the door.
sit is our friend, Mr.. Duncan, and stran-
ger !" said the Coventer, as he beheld them
from the window.
"TheY are welcome-for your sake, they
are Welcomes" said Sir Frederic; and while
he yet spoke, the strangers entered. 'tMy
son, my son ~ he continued, and hurried for
ward to meet him.
"Say also your daughter" said Edward
Mowbray, as he approached towards Mary,
and pressed her to his breast.
"Philp, my own Philip !" exclaimed Mary
and speech failed her.
"My brother ~ said Daniel.
"He was dead, and is alive again-he was
lost, and is found" exclaimed John. 20
Philip, man, do ye forgie me G''
The adopted son pressed the hand Of his
foster-father.
at Is enough" replied the Covenanter.
"Yes, he forgives you !" exclaimed Mr.
Duncan ''and be has forgiven me. When
we were in prison and 10 bonds waiting for
death, he risked his life to deliver US, and be
did deliver us; and a second time he has res
cued me from the sword Of the destroy Ell, and
from the power Of tide men who thrsted fol