The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-01-10

tied, that was his fault, and nv father
crossed him. His worst sin was 20 becomo
q soldier when his friends wanted him IA
be something else, and the records of the
war Office show he was no coward He
saved the British colors when the enemv
broke British square, and he has done
many brave thing since II he had re-
mained in the army, he'd have cot almost
any rank, but he hadn't peace TO do that
and it's since he left it we have lost trace of
him"
she never missed chance of speaking
about him. He seemed to fill her whol
soul, TO be her only thought, Circumstance
that secretly piqued me not little.
oh" she wonld often break out In the
most irrelevant way, 'if you could only find
my brother, if you could only find Donald,
] should bo SO grateful to you But In
Adeed, indeed y and here sho would look In
ny face till / thought / saw visions Of
MAVEN, Twill be just as grateful to you
II kou never find him. Words cannot ex.
pre- your goodness In trying"
ThNp would reply that If Donald were
in IndAa would find him, a speech which
always brought me a rapturous smile Of
thanks aea further visions Of paradise.
will MS swiftly over the preparation
madc at X purnie for my departure. NY
dear motheftook care that my outfit lacked
nothing it wan possible for her to procure
and even my kather softened toward me-
busying himself with my affairs and seem
ing conscience stNcken for having been SO
stern with me.
'You do we'll, Andrew, !" he said one even
ing when We CHANGED to be by ourselves,
and his voice was husky. "You do we'll,
Andrew, have no doubt. In following your
own instincts. When yoq 90 so Ear away
for to housekeeping MAJ like melt Is so
far away, though 1t is still in Gods uni
verse-when you go away, do not forget
that we are left behind, and you'll let us
hear from you. And as to the other thing
we may find way out Of our troubles.
God bless you, my boy. We are all In his
hands" And he could say no mon
At dinner, on the last evening, Ilncan,
the coachman, who was also gameke keeper,
factor, forester and general factotunA land
had served the Kilgouis man and boy for
30 years, got out his pipes and serenadedqs
in his most stirring manner.
1T is for Mr.. Andrew" he said. HE,
will be going away, God bless him, and DO
big man, with black servants, and maybe
Duncan will never set eyes on him again.
And, God bless him, he will have the pipes
to his denner whatever Just as loud as auld
Duncan's lungs can blaw. Aye. will he
too" And SO Justify did Duncan blow that
not word of conversation could we have
during the whole meal. When his chanter
was silent, however, and the dusk had fall
en-, and we three, my father, my mother
and myself, sat together, there was talk,
but no syllable OF 1t will be set down here,
for 1t was for ourselves alone.
Next morning Duncan drove me to the
village to meet the stage-my father and
mother accompanying. EARLY as was the
hour. Sir Thomas and Isabel were waiting
for us, and greeted us with fervor that
was almost silent. Isabel held In her hand
two little punches Of white heather en-
which she looked down from time to time
as fancied with some embarrassment. At
last she came close to me, and with a soft
emotion suffusing her cheek and shining In
her eye, she said; "This is for luck. One Is
for Donald-you see expect you to find
him. The other,n and her voice fell to
mere whisper, sis for yourself. It will
keep you in mind of the old home, and per-
haps may see them both again.
As she ceased speaking, the shrill notes
OF bugle broke upon the morning still
ness, and a minute or two later the stage
coach came up at handsome pace, the
horses fresh and mettlesome and shaking
their heads as IL eager for the road. My
baggage was quickly bundled up, farewelis |
were hastily taken, and 1 mounted to my
place. feeling as II l were in an unfamiliar |
region of mists. Suddenly old Duncan
up beside me, parcel rolled in |
blue cloth in his hand. 'rake IT," he said |
huskily, pushing it into my arms "God |
bless ye, take It. 1t will bo the siller pipes |
learned ye to blaw on. Ayont the seas
yell can gle u skirl at times to mind We Of |
old friends, and when ye come back yell |
can march to your own quickstep, and may
be Donald will be there to fling his bonnet |
In the air. Hooch ayel God bless ye-God |
bless yel" and a tremulous hand patted me |
like baby on the back. Then Duncan |
leaped down and stalked back to his horses, !
daring any one to say tears were on his
cheeks or that his hands were shaking as II
with a palsy. His was an odd gift, but
took 1t, knowing how refusal would hurt
him.
In another minute the driver had gath
cred up the reins, touched the prancing
leaders with his whip, and we were off. I
sazed back, waving my hand to the little
group by the inn door till we turned a bend
IN the road. Then, seeing none too well, |
surned, setting my face resolutely forward. |