Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1893-03-04

Having thus set folks minds at rest.
we came down the brae, and were met
at the yard gate (for this place was like
q we'll doing FARM by tall, handsome
man of more than fifty, who cried out
to Alan in the Gaelic.
james Stewart" said Alan. II will
ask ye to speak in Scotch. for here ia a
young gentleman WA me that has
name of the other This is him., he
added, putting his arm through mine
"a young gentleman of the lowlands.
and laird in his country, too, but am
thinking it will be the better for his
health if we give his name the go by"
James of the Glens turned to me for
a moment and greeted me courteously
enough; the next he had turned to Alan.
This has been dreadful accident,
he cried. 1T will bring trouble on the
country" And he wrung his hands.
"Hoots!" said Alan. "ye must take the
sour with the sweet, man. Colin Roy is
dead. and be thankful tor thatI'
AYE" said James, "and by my troth
wish he was alive again Its all very
fine to blow and boast beforehand; but
now it's done. Alan, and who's TO bear
the wyte IblameI of 1t: The accident
fell out in Appin-mind ye that. Alan
It's Appin that must pay. and ! am n
man that has family"
While this was going on ! looked
about me at the servants. Some were
on ladders. digging in the thatch of the
house or the farm buildings, from which
they brought out guns, swords and diff
ferent weapons of war Others carried
them away. and by the sound of mattock
blows from somewhere farther down
the brae supposed they buried them
Though they were all 80 busy there pre-
vailed no kind of order in their efforts,
Men struggled together for the same
gun. and ran into each other with their
burning torches. aud james was contin-
ually turning aboEt from his talk with
Alan TO cry out orders which were ap-
parently never understood. The faces
in the torchlight were like those Of peo-
pile overborne with hurry and panic, and
though none spoke above his breath
their speech sounded both anxious and
angry.
1t was about this time that lassie
came ont of the house carrying pack
or bundle, and it has often made me
smile to think how Alan's instinct awoke
at the mere sight of it,
Whats that the lassie has?" he asked
Were Just setting the house in order,
Alan" said Jamesin his frightened and
somewhat fawning way. They Il search
Appin with candles. and we must have
all things straight. We're digging the
bit guns and swords into the moss. ye
s e, and these. I'm thinking, will be your
ain French clothes.
BURY my French clothes!'' cried Alan
"Troth, nor And he laid hold upon
the packet and retired into the barn to
shift himself, recommending me in the
meanwhile to his kinslnan.
James carried me accordingly into the
kitchen and sat down with me at table
smiling and talking at first in a very
hospitable manner. But presently the
gloom returned upon him. He SAT
frowning and biting his fingers, only re-
membered me from time to time. and
then gave me but a word or two and q
poor smile, and back into his private
terrors. His wife sat by the fire and
wept with her face in her hands His
eldest son was crouched upon the floor
running over great mass of papers,
and now and again setting one alight
and burning it to the bitter end. AL
the while a servant lass with red face
was rummaging about the room in q
blind hurry of fear and whimpering as
she went, and every now and again one
of the men would thrust in his face
from the yard and cry for orders.
At last James could keep his seat nc
longer and begged my permission to be
so unmannerly as to walk about. II am
but poor company altogether, sir, says
he. "but can think of nothing but tnis
dreadful accident and the trouble it is
like to bring upon quite innocent per.
sons"
A little after he observed his son burn.
ing a paper, which he thought should
have been kept. and at that his excite.
ment burst out SO that it was painful tc
witness He struck the lad repeatedly.
"Are you gone gyte?" mad he cried
do you wish to hang your father" and
forgetful of my presence carried on al
him long time together in the Gaelic
the young man answering nothing, only
the wife. at the name of hanging, throw,
ing her apron over her face and sobbing
out louder than before.
This was all wretched for stranger
like myself to hear and see, and was
right glad when Alan returned looking
like himself in his fine French clothes
though. to be sure, they were now grown
almost too battered and withered to de-
serve that name. was then taken out