The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-04-09

council of war on our position. We had
taken . daughter from her father ct the
swords point: any judge would give her
back % him at ones. and BY I'll likelihood
clap mo and Alan into jail: and though
We had m argument upon oar side in
Capt. Palisser's letter, neither Catriona
nor were very keen to Do using Il in pub
lie Upon oil accounts 1t seemed the most
prudent to carry the girl to Paris to the
hands Of her own chisftain, Macgregor Of
Bohaldie, who would b very willing to
help his kinswoman, on the one hand,
and not ct oil anxious to dishonor James
upon the other.
We made but slow journey Of it up, for
Catriona was not % good ct the riding ~
the running. and had scarce sat in . sad-
die since the Forty-five. But We made il
out at last, reached Paris early Of .
Sabbath morning, and made al speed I'M
der Alan's guidance to find Bohaldie He
was finely lodged. and lived In . good
style, having pension IN the Scots fund,
as we'll - private means: greeted Catriona
like ono Of his own house. and seemed al
together very civil and discreet. but not
particularly open. We asked Of the news
Of james More. "Poor James" said be,
and shook his head and smlled, % that I
thought he knew further than he meant
to tell. Then We showed him Palisser's
letter. and he drew . long face ct that
"Poor james" said he again. well.
there are worse folks than James More,
too. But this 10 dreadful bad. Tut. tut.
he must have forgot himself entirelyl
This Is most undesirable letter. But, for
all that, gentlemen, / cannot see what We
would want to make it public for. It's an
i'll bird that fouls his own nest. and We are
eli Scots folk and oil Hieland."
Upon this We all agreed, save perhaps
Alan. and still more upon the question Of
our marriage. which Bohaldia took in his
own hands, a. though there had been no
such person a. James More. and gave
Catriona away with very pretty manners
and agreeable compliments in French. It
was not till all was over, and our healths
drunk, that he told rs James was in the
city. whittier he had preceded us some
days, and where he now lay sick and like
to die. thought I saw by my wife's face
what way her inclination pointed.
"And let Us 60 see him. then, said l.
IF it is your pleasure" said CatrionA.
These were early days.
He was lodged in the same quarter Of
the city with his chief, in . great house
the garnet where he lay by the sound of
Highland piping. It seemed he had just
borrowed . set Of them from Bohaldie to
amuse his sickness; though he was no
such hand as was his brother Bob, made
good music of the kind; and it was strange
to observe the French folk crowding on
the stairs. and some of them laughing.
He lay pr0pped in pallet. The first look
of him saw he was upon his last bust
ness, and, doubtless, this was strange
place for him to die in. But even now I
find can scarce dwell upon his end with
patience. Doubtless Bohaidie had pre-
pared him-he seemed to know We were
married. complimented as on the event,
and gave rs q benediction like . patri-
arch.
II have never been understood, said he.
II forgive you both without an after.
thought" after which he spoke for all the
world in his old manner, was 50 obliging
a. to play us tune or two upon his pipes.
and borrowed q small sum before I left.
could not trace even hint Of shame in
any part Of his favor: but he was great
upon forgiveness; it seemed always fresh
to him. / think he forgave me every time
we met; and when after some four days he
passed away in kind of odor of Affection
ate sanctity. I could have torn my hair
out for evaporation. I had him buried;
but what to put upon his tomb was quite
date would look best alone.
thought 1t wiser to resign all thoughts
of Leyden, where We had appeared once a.
brother and sister. and it would certainly
look strange to return In . new character.
Scotland would b doing for Us, and
thither, after had recovered that which
I had left behind. We sailed in . Low
And now, Miss Barbara Balfour Ito set
the ladies 6rst) and Mr.. Alan Balfour,
younger Of Shaws, here il the story
brought fairly to an end. A great many
of the folk that took q part in it you will
find (if You think well) that You have seen
and spoken with. Alison HASTE in Lime
kilns was tho lass that rocked your cradle
and walked abroad with you in the policy
when you were bigger. That very fine
great lady that IL Miss Barbara's name
mamma 10 no other than the same
Miss Grant that made 20 much q fool of
David Balfour in the house Of the lord adj
vocate. And wonder whether you re-
member little. lean, lively gentleman in
. scratch-wig and wraprascal, that came
to Shaws very late of dark night, and
whom you were awakened out Of your
beds and brought down to the dining hall
to be presented to. by tho name Of Mr..
Jameson Or has Alan forgotten what
he did At Mr.. Jamieson's requests most
the law. he might Be hanged-no less than
drinking the kings health across the
water? These were strange doipgs in q
good Wing housed But Mr.. Jameson il .
man privileged, aud might set fire to my
corn barn; and the name they know him
by now in France il the Chevalier Stewart.
As for Davie and Catriona, shall watch
you pretty close in the next days. and see
If you are so bold a. to be laughing at
papa and mamma. It il true We were not
30 wise as We might have been, and made
. great deal of sorrow out Of nothing;
but you will find Is you grow up
that even the artful Miss Barbara,
and even the valiant Mr.. Alan
will be not 50 very much wiser than their
parents. For the life of man upon this
world Of ours is q funny business. They
talk of the angels weeping. but l think
they must more often Be holding their
sides as they look on, and there was one
thing I determined to do when began
this long story. and that was TO tell out
everything - it befell.
THE END.
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