The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-01-16
Sc The WHITE COCKADE. or
BY JAMES WORKMAN.


stepping quickly forward. knocked at
the door. 1t was opened by man with
a very evil and forbidding countenance
and but one eye. He was no other than
Donald Fraser, the detestable parasite
! of Andrew hiacintyre, against whom
my good friend Fielding had particu-
, larry warned me. 1t might have been
fancy, but it seemed to me that his
greenish gray eye sparkled with a kind
of malignant triumph at the sight Of
me. 1 think a spider might so regard
the fly that ventured innocently among
the meshes of his web.
Yet he readily made way for me 10
enter, and Went at my request to tell
Kate that 1 wished to speak to her
He was gone some time and I was
sure that he was informing Afacintyre
OF my presence before carrying the
message to Kate. It would have sur
Drised me little had 1 been refused
speech with her, but presently 1 could
hear her fresh, girlish voice, high and
sweet and clear, singing, The White
Cockade:"
I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel,
My rippiing-kame and spinning wheel.
To buy myself a tartan plaid
\ broadsword, durk and white cockade.
Oh. he's a ranting. rowing bladei
On, he's brisk and bonnie lad.
Betide what may, my heart is glad
To see my lad wi his white cockade.
She sang It defantly as she came
down the wide staircase, a flush on her
brave young face, her eyes shining with
q kid Of passionate enthusiasm, the
sweetest maid, il seemed to me, in all
broad England, and, to my mind, at
that moment, the foolishest. She SEEM
ed Ike a reckless child playing with
fire, and I could have snatched away
the white cockade she wore at her
breast and crushed it beneath my heel.
Yet 2S she came nearer I was con-
WINGED that she was but playing a part,
for more than once noticed her glance
apprehensively about her. and 1 felt her
hand tremble as 1 clasped it in mine.
Yet even at that moment, in a position
as I believed. of imminent peril, my
heart leaDt with joy to perceive that
all trace of the GOODNESS that had been
for some time between us had passed
away, and that she was unfeignedly
reroiced to see me.
This IS a pleasure I did not antici-
pate she said, in a formal voice, and
with slight side glance at Fraser, who
'Will you come this way, if you
rleaae?"
She led the way upstairs, and I fol-
lowed her into a. sitting room brilliantly
lighted with wax candles, as though for
the reception of a distinguished guest.
l closed the door behind me, and was
about to speak to her, when she laid her
finger on her lips, and taking one of
the candles, looked beneath the table
and behind the couch, and even opened
the door of an empty cupboard and
glanced hurriedly inside. She was very
pale, and the candle trembled in her
! hand IS she returned it to its place.
Then she suddenly sank into a chair,
covered her face with her hands and
broke into stihed sobs.
why, Kate 1 said, this is not like
you. What is the natter"
Indeed, II scarcely know, Frank"
she faltered, raising her pale face and
smiling family through her tears. 1T is
very silly and childish of me, but II
am frightened. Andrew and his mother
are out, and all the servants have been
sent away. and l have been alone in the
house for hours, with no one to speak to
but that odious wretch, Donald Fraser
-and-and l got nervous and began to
think l could hear strange noises, wills
perings az the door, and footsteps on
the stairs, until / was quite sure there
were strange men in the house
thought one might be in the cupboard
there, watching us and listening to all
we said. ] think it must have been
! fancy. If not, what can it all mean?"
Il fear there is no doubt of what it
means, Kate" said 1. and the time has
come to speak plainly. 1 have learnt
that tonight the young pretender,
Charles Stuart, is coming here. see
you have tricked yourself out in all
your finery, with the white cockade on
your breast, to meet him. o, Kate, you
foolish child, can't you see that this
vile MAJ, this glib, plausible, double
faced spy and traitor, Andrew Macin-
tyre. is using your pretty face and in
nocent enthusiasm to lure the unfortu-
nate young prince into a trap?'
In spite of her white face and startled
eyes, she did not exhibit the anger and
incredulity had expected. Was it pos
sible that she had already begun to dis
trust Macintyre2
''Oh, Frank" she exclaimed, despair
ingly. Surely this cannot be true. I