The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-03-30

Dlglesl towers, anu RTuuuully ClcurlHH OH
the mists, 1t showed the whole Of the huge
fortress standing in its naked roughnes.
over the sea- This strong and impregnablc
castle was the pride of Kincardineshire
being the hereditary fortress of the Eerls
Marschel, and having proved its capabili.
ties of defense under John Ogilvy, OF
Barras, who still held his post as governor
On the morning Of which we speak, had
the thick fog cleared sooner, Ogilvy
might have been seen cautiously looking
out from the door that opened on the land.
ward side as if eagerly expecting some one
The anxious expression on the governors
face gave way to one of cheerfulness as he
behold horse slowly winding around to
the base of the rock. He hastily descend
ed the hill, and on arriving at the bottom
he eagerly greeted lady, whom he helped
to dismount, and accompanied her to the
castle. An hour elapsed before they again
reappeared. In fact, so warm and friendly
was the reception which the governor and
Mrs. Ogilvy gave the lady, that she lin
gered longer than she intended. A table
had been already spread with the bounti-
tul remains of real Scotch breakfast, in
which fish, game and fowl were conspic-
uous, and which the guest was urged to
partake Of with much OF hospitality.
John Ogllvy, governor Of Dunottar, was
a tall, broad shouldered, middle-aged man,
with strongly marked features, and mass
of light hair, which his wife called auburn,
but he termed it red
Mrs Ogilvy was pretty little woman,
with laughing blue eyes, bright, hand
some complexion, and mouth that seem
ed only made for smiles.
The visitor, whom they called Mrs.
Granger, was noble lady, tall and well
formed, and with an intellectual expression
on Der handsome face that interested the
beholder at first sight, and which a fuller
acquaintance did not disappoint. Her tar
tan riding-dress fitted close to her form,
and hat formed of the same material, with
long plumes worn gracefully at the side,
and the long ends OF tartan ribbons floating
over the shoulders, was garb in which
she looked especially well.
Mrs. Granger was the wife of the minis
ter of Kenuitf, man whose large heart be-
spoke him one of Gods noblemen. Three
years before he had wooed and Won the
daughter of Scottish laird; and although
born TO wealth and honors, Alice Glenburn
had gladly shared the lowly parsonage, a
sweet home, blest with Fergus Changers
love.
Not even the blockade Of the English
had prevented the almost daily visits Of the
minister of Mrs. Changers; and frequently
the latter would take over large bundles Of
work and stay until her sewing was COM
pleted.
Once or twice the general caused the in
spection Of the lady's pretty covered work
basket, laughingly declaring that he only
did it for the pleasure of assisting her to =,
mount her steed-a shaggy Shetland pony,
not remarkable for his beauty, but sure
footed and vigorous. After this she fear
lessly carried her basket, which was large
ona, and inHumerable packages, Of every
shape, and no search was made and no
questions asked.
This day the lady had stopped as usual
at the English encampment, and the gen
eral himself had assisted her to dismount
for a few moments, and to remount
General Monk was a thorough English
man, polite and courtly in his manners,
particularly to ladies. The minister's wife
had made quite an impression on his mind
from her uniform cheerfulness, her fine
and her ladylike demeauor
On this morning the general had asked
ln, h,,,lI, IS
and received for an answer that she had
left it the day before, and was now coming
to the castle for it. When, an hour or two
after, he saw her return with a large
bundle, he smiled and pointed to it as she
passed. She also smiled, and, touching the
point Of her riding-stick to her pony's
back, she galloped off, inwardly rejoicing
in fortunate escape.
There goes pretty woman said the
general to an officer.
us that the reason you did not search
the big package which she carried! Me
thinks | have seen peasant woman under
go closer scrutiny from your men than
this fair lady was subjected TO-"
DOUBTLESS. You know, haywood, that
| cannot resist the sirens. | believe that
should absolutely abandon this, did
pretty women ask me to.
II do,not doubt it in the least, and if the
ministers wife was aware Of this she would
probably ask you"
The lady by this time was far off among
the hills, and, as she reappeared after being
invisible for while, they could see her
looking back towards the encampment
and then urging her steed into a quicker
pace, she was lost from their sight
"The minister Of Kinnef must be a
happy man. sighed Col. Wilmer THAT
countenance must shed bright light over
a dreary Scottish manse among these wild
hills. But general, when do you raise this
siegel Are you not tired of holding watch
over these logged Scotch Presbytcrans
with their sour faces, and long, lank
bodies"
Not bit of it, colonel; rather enjoy
their vexation; and you see that it is not
siege that necessarily involves suffering,
and that | am only seeking to make that
stout old governor deliver up his castle,
with perfect liberty to take himself out of
the way as soon as he capitulates, even your