The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1893-02-03

table. But l paid the less attention To
this, for l knew it was usually said BY
those who have the underhand. "There's
more than that" he continued, sand all
in the same story; lying words, lying
papers, tricks fit for peddler, and the
show of what's legal over all to make a
man the more angry"
You that are so wasteful of your
buttons" said /, ~ can hardly think
you would be a good judge of business"
"Ahv says he, falling again to smil-
ing, Il got my wastefulness from the
same man l got the buttons from, and
that was my poor father, Duncan Stew
art, grace be to himl He was the pref
tiest man Of his kindred, and the best
swordsman in the hollands, David, and
that is the same as to say in all the
world, should ken, for it was him that
taught me. He was in the Black Watch
when first it was mustered, and like
other gentlemen privates had a gillie at
his back to carry his frelock for him on
the march. And that was the father
that l had, God rest him."
81 think he was not the man to leave
you rich," said L.
Sand that's true" said Alan. 'He
left me my breeks to cover me and little
besides. And that was how l came to
enlist, which was black spot upon my
character at the best of times, and
would still be sore job for me if fell
among the redcoats."
"Whatr' cried /, "were you in the
English army?'
"That was l." said Alan. But l de-
serted to the right side at Prestonpans,
and that's some comfort"
could scarcely share this view, hold
ing desertion under arms for an unpar-
donable fault in honor. But for all
was so young was wiser than say my
thought Dear, DEAR" says I, ''the
punishment is DEATH"
"Aye," said he, eff they got hands on
me it would be short shrift and a lang
tow for Alan! But ] have the king of
Frances commission in my pocket,
which would aye be some protection.
Il misdoubt it much" said l.
II have doubts myself" said Alan
'ryly.
And, good heaven, man." cried 1,
''you that are condemned rebel, and a
deserter, and o man of the French kings
what tempts We back into this country?
It's Drawing of Providence"
Tut" says Alan, Il have been back
every year since forty-six!'
"And what brings ye, MANI" cried I.
"Well, We see, weary for my friends
and country" said he. France is q
Draw place, nae doubt, but weary for
the heather and the deer. AnSthen l
have bit things that attend to. Whites
pick up few lads to serve the king of
France; recruits, ye see, and that's aro
little money. But the heart of tie
matter is the business Of my chief, I'D
shiel"
~ thought they called your chief AZ
PIN" said l.
"Aye, but Ardshiel is the captai1 Sc
the clan said he, which scarcely Gle /
my mind. aye see, David, he that :s
all his lifo so great q man, and con- 80
the blood and bearing the name of ki
is now brought down to live in a Ere
town like q poor and private person. r
that had four hundred swords at
whistle have seen with these eyes
mine buying butter in the market pl >
and taking it home in kale leaf. T. ;
is not only pain, but q disgrace to
Of his family and clan. There are -
BARNS forby, the children and the ] e
Of Appin, that must be learned their r.
tiers and how TO hold q sword in that q:
country. Now the tenants of Al in
have to pay rent to King George, but
their hearts are stanch; they are true to
their chief, and what with love and %
bit of pressure and may be threat or
two the poor folks scrape up a second
rent for Ardshiel Well, David, I'm the
hand that carries it,. And he struck
the belt about his body so that the
guineas rang.
"Do they pay both?" cried l.
"Aye, David, both" says he.
"W hat! two rents?' repeated.
"Aye, David" said he. II told diff
ferent tale to yon captain man, but this
is the truth of it. And it's wonderful to
me how little pressure is needed. But
that's the handiwork of my good kins-
man and my fathers friend, James of
the Glens-James Stewart that is-Ard-
shells half brother. He it is that gets
the money in and does hemanagement.
This was the first time that heard
the name of that James Stewart, who
was afterwards so famous at the time Of
his hanging. But l took little heed at
the moment, for all my mind was occu-
pied with the generosity of these poor
highlanders.
81 call it NOBLE" l cried. I'm n
Wing, or little better, but l call it
noble"
"Aye," said he, "ye're a Wing, but
ye're a gentleman, and that's what does
it. Now if We were one Of the cursed
race of Campbell we would gnash your
teeth to hear tell of it. If we were the
Red Fox And at that name his teeth
shut together, and he ceased speaking
have seen many a grim face, but never a
grimmer than Alan's when he had named
the Bed Fox.
"And who is the Red FoxY' l asked,
daunted. but still curious.
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