Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-12-03

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assailant and dashed him to the earth,
a strong arm encircled her waist, she
was lifted lightly up, and the next
moment she found herself seated
upon a horse, clinging in terror to a
cavalier, whose arm held her securely
to his breast.
NAY, tremble not, my pretty one
/ mean you no harm, said the cava-
lier in reassuring tones.
She gazed timidly in his face.
There was a world of truth and honor
beaming in the dark blue eyes that
gazed so curiously into her brown
ones. Her eyes, sinking beneath his
I ardent gaze, fell upon his rich attire.
You are the leader of these men y
she exclaimed, suddenly raising her
eyes again to his. II have heard of
you--you are the Gay Gordon Of the
GariochT"
Faith, believe I am SO called.
Is there aught in the name to frighten
you9"
II have been warned against you" ="
Indeed and by whom, my pretty
one"
My brother told me that if Aber-
deem should be taken by the royal
lists to keep within the house and be-
ware how / attracted the gaze of the
Gay Gordon.
"And who is your brother, my rose
bud of Aberdeen~
Randall Sinclair-a captain in
General Baillie's troop of horse"
"A Covenanter and disloyal Scot.
] have heard of him. Pity you are
allied to one like him; but rose and
thorn grow alike upon the same stem.
Why did you not abide by that
brothers counsel-why venture forth
into the streets at this perilous timer
''Oh, noble sir, feared for my
brothers safety, and / ventured
forth to learn if he was slain or
taken prisoner"
Neither, my pretty one. He still
lives to work further mischief
against our cause. Where is your
dwellingg"
In the Cripple gate"
ALLOW me to conduct you thither.
You are not safe abroad while Nc
Coils wild highlanders roam the
streets"
He put spurs to his horse and the
mettled steed soon bore them to her
door Gordon resigned the girl to
her old nurse, who was overjoyed at
beholding her again. Thus did Mar
jorie and Gordon first meet.
1t is easy to forsee what followed.
The white steed of the Gay Gordon
stood often before the door of Mar
jorie's humble dwelling, and the fair
name of the maiden received stain
never to be effaced.
The royal army marched on to
fresh victories and Mari dream
OF love was rudely dispelled. Her
cheek grew pale, and her eyes were
dinmed with weeping for her alb
sent cavalier.
One dark and stormy night, while
she sat solitary and sad in her cham
Der, she was suddenly aroused by
the sound of heavy footsteps and
the rattling of spurs upon the stairs.
With her thoughts upon one only,
she sprang to the door and threw it
open.
"Gordonl' she exclaimed joy
fully, Gordon, is it you2"
a man enveloped in a clock en-
tered. He cast aside the cloak and
disclosed a face of sinister aspect-a
stern, dark face with scowling brows.
1t was her brother.
Randall" /" she cried in alright.
AYE, Randall, minion, and not
your pararnour, the Gay Gordon"
What mean you9 | do lot un-
derstand you" cried Marjorie in
amazement and Indignation.
"Are you not the leman of George
Gordon of Huntlyi" thundered Ran
dal.
Nor answered Marjorie undaunt-
edly, "before heaven-nor'
And as if to corroborate her words
loud peal Of thunder broke over
the house, shaking it to it's very
foundation.
This show of innocence will not
avail you. Was not the name of
your betlayer upon your lips even as
l enteredg Did you not expect him
here in your chamber at midnight2"
mo; I did not expect him. He
was in my thoughts, own-he is
never absent from them, | longed
to behold him, and that longing
brought his name to my lips"
Shallow artilicel You are lost to
all shame, / see. Oh, / have heard
the whole story, and ground my
teeth in unavailing rage as l did so.
l have heard how you rode hither in
his arms in the open day. Your
name has become a byword in the
city; gossips prate of it at every cor