The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-02-19

decent-like if I would go to see nv friend
in her captivity; but 1 am owing you my
life, I'll never forget that; and if its for
your lordship's good. here I'll stay. That's
barely gratitude"
This might have been reached in fewer
words" says Prestongrange, grimly. 1T
is easy, and it is at times gracious, 10 say a
"Ah, but, my lord, think ye take me
| not yet entirely I" cried I. ''For your sake,
| for my life-sake. and the kindness that We
say We bear to me-for these. IL! consent,
but not for any good that might he coming
young maid is in her trial, it's a thing 1
will be no ways advantaged by: will lose
by it, will never gain. I would rather
make shipwreck wholly than to build on
that foundation"
He was q minute serious. then smiled.
" You mind me of the man with the long
nose," said be: +" was you to look at the
moon by telescope. you would see David
Balfour there! But you shall have your
way OF 1t. ! will ask at you one service,
and then set you free. My clerks are over
driven; be so good as copy me these few
pages says he, visibly swithering away
some huge rolls of manuscripts, " and
when that is done I shall bid you God
speed! would never charge myself with
Mr.. David's conscience; and if you could
cast some part of it Gas you went by) in a
moss nag. you would nn0 yourself to ride
| much easier without it."
Perhaps not just entirely in the same
| direction though, my lord !" saws l.
And you shall have the last word.
tool" cries he gayly.
Indeed he had some cause for gayetv.
| having now found the means to gain his
purpose. To lessen the weight of the
| memorial, or to have a reader answer at
his hand. he desired l should appear pub
| licly in the character of his intimate. But
| il l were to appear with the same publicity
| as a visitor to Catriona in her prison the
| world would scarce stint to draw cOnclu-
sions, and the true nature Of James More's
escape must become evident to all. This
| was the little problem l had set him of q
sudden, and to which he had 80 brisklv
| found an answer. l was to be tethered in
| Glasgow by that job of copying which in
mere outw ard decencv l could not we'll re-
fuse. and during these hours of my en-
| ployment Catriona was privately got rid
| of | think shame to write of this man
! that loaded me with so many goodnesses.
He was kind to ME as any father. yet
| even thought him as false as a cracked
| bell.
CHAPTER XIII AN Much IN THE
! HANDS OF THE LADIES'
The copying was a weary business, the
more so as l perceived very early there W as
no sort of urgency in the matters treated.
and began very early to consider my en-
| ployment q pretext. l had no sooner
| finished than got to horse, used what re-
manned of daylight to the best purpose.
and being at last fairly benighted, slept in
| house by Almon d-Water side. Twas in
the saddle again before the day, and the
Edinburgh booths were just opening when
| l clattered in by the West Bow and drew
| up smoking horse at my Lord Advocates
| door. | had a written word for Doig, nv
| lords private hand, that was thought to
be in all his secrets. worthy, little, plain
| man, all fat and snuff and self.sufficiency
! Him l found already at his desk and
| already bedabbled with maccabaw, in the
an,eroom where I encountered with
James More. he read the note scrupu-
| lousy through like chapter in his Bible
Him." says he. I'VE come a wee thing
ahint-hand. Mr.. Baliour. The birds fiaen,
| We haze letten her out"
| MISS Drummond is set free?" cried.
| "Achy!" said he. What would We
| keep her for, We ken? To haze 10 ade a stir
| about the BARN would haze pleased nae
| body"
And where'll she be now ?" saysI.
"Gude kens." says Doig, with a shrue.
| she'll have gone home to Lady Altar.
| dyce. I'm thinking"
| "That'il be it," said he.
Then Ill gang there straight" says l.
| But yen De for bite ar We go p"
| Neither bite nor sup" said l. Il had
q good waucht of milk in by Raiho."
"Aweei, aweel," says Dog. but veil
can leave your horse here and your bags,
for II seems we're to have your up-put"
| Ma, na," said /. ''Tsmson's mares
| would never be the thing for me this day
OF all days"
Doig. speaking somewhat broad, had
been led by imitation into an accent much
more countriiied than l was usually care
| iul to affect. good deal broader than I
have written II down; and / was the more
ashamed when another voice joined in be-
hind me With scrap of ballad:
| Gar saddle me the bonny black,
| trsr saddle sune and mak' him ready
Far VIII down the gsienope slack,
| And 8 TO zee my bonny Teddy.
| The young lady, when turned to her.
'Tansons NEAR, TO 60 atoo.