The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-01-16

ward must do what 1 can to save
him. and 1 know you viii help me,
Frank. You will help me. Frank. will
you not?''
Now. what was I to Go. As 1 have
said. I was no Jacobite. To interfere
| in the matter was against both my
principles and my interest. II it be-
came known that l had assisted the
prince to escape 1 should embrol my
self with the government and ruin my
career, II / did not risk my neck But
yet-ah, well, what man with a heart
could listen to the cold dictates of pru-
dence when moved by the sight of
! that innocent child's face, quivering
with pain and shame, and those sweet,
tear-filled eyes gazing 0eseechingly
into his? I may have been rash dis
loyal, what you VIII, but 1 could not do
it. God knows that, however foolish
1 may have thought her in the past.
l loved the girl infinitely more. II that
were possible, Tor her fidelity to the
unfortunate prince in his hour of need.
Yet l knew well that it was a despe--
ate business. and like to end badly
for both of us, however il ended.
If we think of any plan that has the
least chance of success 1 will do what
can TO help you. Kate l answered,
but for my part can see no way but
one. and that is 70 intercept him before
he reaches the house. For Gods sake
let US get out of this vile place. The
air chokes me. 1t reeks of treachery.
Come, get your cloak, and
Hush" she exclaimed suddenly.
In the silence that followed l heard
steps on the path outside, a loud knock
and then the trampling of feet and the
sound of voices in the hall. Kate sprang
to the door which commanded a partial
view of the lall. and, opening it eau
tiously, looked out.
rs 1t the prince?" I asked GREATNESS
ly.
She turned and closed the door and
leant against the wall white and trem-
bling.
NO" she faltered, sit is Andrew
Macintyre with half a dozen strange
men-coarse. brutal looking wretches.
with swords and pistols. o, Frank,
what is to become of you? He hates
you. He told me so today. He threat
ened what he would do to you If l did
not give you up. Fraser will tell him
you are here, and -he-they may kill
you. Hush. 1 hear his foot on the
stairs. He is coming here. You must
hide somewhere anywhere in the
cupboard-quick, get into the cup
board"
But Fraser will tell him 1 am here, -
L exDSstulated.
Perhaps not" she exclaimed, push
ing me in her excitement toward the
door of the cupboard. They are not so
friendly as they appear to be- Quick
quick-he is coming,"
Yielding reluctantly to her entreaties.
L stepped inside, leaving the door
slightly ajar so that 1 might see what
passed. Then she sat down at a harp
{ slchord and began to sing a rollicking
JacoDlte ballad, as gayly and gallantly
as II the prince had been present with
all the clans around him.
L swear by the moon and stars so bright
And sun that chances early,
Z II L had twenty thousand lives.
L gle them a for Charlie
we II Ger the water, we'll Ger the sea
we IL o er the wafer TO Charlie:
Come weel, come woe, Wen gather
And live and die wi Charlie.
She was still singing when the door
opened, and Andrew Macintyre came
in fully expected to see him followed
by his gang of hired ruffians, eager to
cut my throat, but he was alone, and.
70 my establishment, did not appear to
suspect my presence. He was a hand
some fellow. tall and well built, though
never liked the cast of his features,
his thin, cruel lips and cold blue eyes.
All, Kate said he, and l fancied 1
could detect a faint sneer in the tones
singing. Upon my soul, your voice
sends the blood dancing through my
veins. Tis more inspiring than a bugIe
call If you would ride at the head of
the troops singing your. battle songs.
with the white cockade on your breast.
the king would soon enjoy his own
again. With your voice TO lead him to
victory, Who would not live or die with
Charlie?"
His eyes dwelt on her with a look
that made me grind my teeth and grip
the hilt of my sword l would have
given all possessed to spring forward
and settle the matter with the cold
steel, but l knew that with a shout he
could bring his cut-throats upon me.
and my death would leave Kate de-
fenseless in his hands.
Kate was ever quick witted and ready
of speech, but the sure knowledge of
his treachery, and the tragic situation
in which she was placed, seemed to
freeze the words on her lips. She bent
her white face over the harpsischord.
and I saw her fingers rambling as
they wandered over the keys l think
twas the bitterest moment of my life.
1 could neither get away from the