The Globe-republican., 1892-03-03


And how is it that the group divides
before they are half way up the tower,
and that Lord Inchcape with his wife
pass on unconscious that their younger
companions have dropped behind?
AMI what is the story that Edgar Ar
den, of Inchcape, is telling his pa'e sea-
princess now? and where Is all her fire
and pride to day, that she does not chide
him when he makes the boldest demand
mans lips may frame to maiden free-a
demand for herself
No, she does not chide him; she would
no; If she could, because She
And now they have paused by the
rocky wall. close by the sea, where q
little brook steals from tho dark heart
of the cliff to sparkle in the sun; and
Edgar is telling his love the story Of
Sircombe's sin. and how leal Kenmore
delivered him from death.
And the High ander. who has been
haunting them from afar, and drinking
stolen draughts of the honey, happiness,
from the sight of their sweet, young
bliss, shows his tall plaid wrapped form
near them, and mute.y p.eads with visit
full eyes for permi sion to come closer
And his proud Lady OO,ava cries out
eagerly that he must come ana be the
first to hear something, oh, so strange
and interpretation who has better
right than Kenmore?
"And you were here, and heard q dy-
ing cry?" she asks of the cd man. awe
in her eyes, and her light clasp tighten
ing on Edgar's arm.
"'Deed was !. Lady Ooava, answers
Kenmore, in tones of solemn Joy; II was
HkL ~ 90, <L0 <L~k l.
drowned at our very doors, as thought
-ay, an for her that mourned sac Bit
terly." He paused to contemplate
proudly the quick blush that dyes his
lady's downcast face, and the impas-
stoned look Of her lover; Il had neither
broken bread nor slept for sorrow an
shame at the evil had borne in my
mind against him afore his death. An
sac l wandered up an wandered doom
among the lonely rocks night an day;
an that night l cast NE doom at the tit
O. this cliff wa; an syne heard weary
sigh, and it was at my very ear; an
looked to see the mortal that was in such
sair trouble; an then my blood creeped
backward an the hairs o my head stood
up, for wot it was ghaist! Doom on
my knees l fell, an called on Gcd for
deliverance; an my voice rang through
the rocks like trumpet; an what
should answer but an eerie voice ahint
the cliff wa'-'Kenmore! Kenmore! l
Gamma win oot!' an it was the voice OF
him l thocht dead an gone, yet be-
lieved it a at once, an 'maist graf wa
sheer Joy! an syne saw pale futter-
in thing creepin' DOT through this
Granny where the burnie trickles DOT.
like white bird flutterin' from its
prison cage, an l caught it, an my
heart was like to burst, it was sac thin
an wounded! for it was his hand, that
same hand 20 hold between your ain
bonny silken anes-" but he may as
we'll close his story here, for his proud
Lady Oo!ava is holding her lovers hand
to her bosom, and is bathing 1t with
kisses and tears, in an agony OF pity
and love.
And then they both turn to the old
man, who is standing with barred head
and wrapt senses, as If he was in church;
and each one takes one of his horny
hands, and four ewes beaming with
youths loveliest emotion, pour gratitude
upon him.
"And you will not grudge your Colava
to the unwelcome Englishman any more,
will you?" pleads Edgar. with smile.
~Come with US and see for yourself how
hard l shall try to make her life noble
and happy one"
"Ah, tits not Arden O. Inchcape that
leal Kenmore should misdoubt" says
the old man, proudly; syou are not in
the list with that dell Colonel O. the
1.-the and poisonous tongue, wha' brought
a curse on Inchcape which only you
could lift! May heavens fairest bless
ings attend this day; may the sun ever
shine for it, may no dool or wac e'er
darken the day that gave my bonnie
young lady to the bravest an best in
England"
And as the blessing rolls out in the
fine old Highlander's full tones tho
gracious young pair bend their heads to
receive it.
Yet hush! What is she saying now.
this dear Oolava. adored from the first
hour her tender, true face ever smiled
in bleak Sleat-na Vrecken?
She has twined her snow-white little
hands about the old mans arm, and is
plc aiding in q half whisper, the tears
in her glorious eyes.
~And you will come with us, and be
my own Kenmore still? All, do not say
no! For to you l owe my Edgar and
his love-and will love you always
Never will Stafford forget the coming
home of Lord Inchcape with his long
lost wife and daughter. Some vague
hint of wronged innocence and full
at last had leaked out, and
gentle and simple were longing to get
back the beloved LAZY of Inchcape Foss,
and to see the splendid womanhood of
Lord Inchcape's daughter, who had left
them child
But when the proud announcement
was made that Lady Viva was to marry
the heir, their own popular idol, enthu-
s:asm rose to its height; Fluctuations
were showered upon the noble pair from
every quarter.
But none were so sweet to Ulva as
Dellamere's, for the regal
beauty from the north and the sun
bright sprite with the golden tresses
had but to gaze into each others true |
eyes to love in very truth forever.
And my Lord Inchcape was reinstated |
in his lofty place and once more served |
his country we'll and wisely. But it was |
noted that he never would leave his lady |
behind wherever his duty might send |
him; his Engelonde must ever be wait
;pn for hin, offor ooch dov,o 20 ouA |