The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-02-07

denly raised his voice, and was electrified
to hear an English song sung with per-
feet English accent.
Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Llddesdale.
Lock the door Lariston; Louther comes on.
| The Armstrong; are flying,
The widows are crying,
The castletown's burning, and divers gone.
| Lock the door, Larlston. high on tho weather
| gleam
| See how the Saxon plumes bob on the skyl
Yeoman and carbineer,
| Bilman and halbcrdier,
| Fierce is the foray, and far is the cry!
| Be"castlc brandishcs high his broad scmiter;
hidlcy is riding his fleet footed gray;
1iidloy and Howard there,
Wandell and Windernlere.
| Lock the door, Lariston; hold them al bay!
An interval Of brisk whistling followed.
Then came a stave of an old Scotch ballad;
Blithe, blithc, blitle was she.
Blithe was she but and ben,
| And weel she liked a IIawick gill
| And leugl TO see II tappit hen.
The singing ceased abruptly, the curtain
that was across the door OF the tent swung
back, and a man stepped forth. Hewas tall
straight as rush and dressed in the finest
fashion of sheik. ...
| At sight of him Tabal clutched my arm
with convulsive fingers.
by the holy prophet, the man on the
black horse or his spirit!" he said in a voice
of awe. And just then the mans eyes fell
on us. They drew me as the magnet draws
the steel.
"Donald Gordonr' cried, running to-
| ward him. Are you Donald Gordon, or
are you the devil, as folk saw" demanded,
| fiustered almost out of my wits. I'm
from the highlands" added, trembling
| as he bent his black eyes on me without
| speaking. 'From The Elms, from Sir
Thomas Gordon and Miss Isabel"
From Sir Thomas Gordon and Miss Isa-
bel, he repeated, without II note of emo
tion or surprise in his voice From Sir
Thomas Gordon and Miss Isabel and might
ask how the devil you got hercsn
That would be long tale to tell"
answered breathlessly But tell me, are
you Donald Gordont"
"They used to call me that once upon a
time he said lightly. Might have the
pleasure of knowing your own name5"
Andrew kilgour. But you'll never have
heard of me-"
mo, Andrew, my man, have never
heard Of you till this minute. But I'm glad
to see you. It's not every day two Scots
men forgather in the pagan city Of Mecca
| Step in by and bring your friend with YOU
It's cold charity to keep so rare a visitor
cooling his shanks at the door,"
Saying which, he turned back into the
tent, 1abal and following Wewere soon
seated among luxurious rugs and cushions
slipping coffee and sherbet in the usual Arab
fashion, Tabal gazing fascinated at our
host. When hospitalities had been dis.
pensed with, Donald said:
at might be as we'll, Mr.. Kilgour-I ord,
how funny Scots names sound after the
tongue OF the holy prophet was going tc
suggest that peri.aps we might have o
crack by ourselves. Maybe your friend
wouldn't mind having a CLINT round tho
| outside of the premises, or he might go be
hind here with some of my folk dare say
| they'll know how to agree"
| well, WE'LL" he went on when Tabal
had Withdrawn, when went out min
ute ago / little thought what was to see
| Isn't there n sage proverb about the uneX
| pccted always happening Cad, it doe
happen! know you have a stcry, Mr.. XII
sour, but before you tell it, how are my ia
ther and Isabels"
| l told him that both were we'll when J
| left them, but greatly concerned about him
self.
YES, yes; no doubt !" he answered, "Bm
| I'm glad they're well. Isabel will be fint
! lass now" and | Thought he looked at IN,
| with peculiar expression.
Feeling the blood lcHping to my face,
answered there was not her peer in th'
countryside.
II knew she would be handsome, and II
warrant she's brick too. But now YOU
own story, Mr.. kilgour. We can COM
back to other things again. +"
told it very briefly, for there was mucl
to be said and done. He listened attentive
| ly, nOdding his head from time to time
With the description of my search for him
self in Bombay he was vastly amused.
AYE. | jouked them there he laughed
He was particularly interested in tn,
Arabian portion Of my tale. and when J
reached the battle he jumped up exclaim
ing: Gods sake, were You there7 l thought
l heard some one yelling my name, yet it
seemed impossible. Man, man, this beat,
all ever heardi That was a tough bit of =
shindy, wasn't it?'
"Amood Sim and his friends thought
you were the devil himself remarked.
II know it," he replied, with little
smile, "and he has good cause to think Sc
too"
fro BE coNTINURD.l
John Phillips was shot dead through
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