Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1898-11-28

put upon my father s son IN your own
house, and you will be believing me
when say to you that if you were an
other man than the father Of Helen
Cameron 1t is your blood would be
having for it upon this place. 1 was
not called the Heather Cat for nothing,
said he, and now am waiting for you
to ask pardon for your words
Ma ohorp an dhiaoul I said Dun
can Cameron. Perhaps you would be-
finding the blood as hard to come by as
the music, but it is true what you have
been saying about the insult in my own
house, and will be asking your par
don, as it becomes a gentleman to do.
You are very proper lad, Dougal, and
like you very well, but 1 cannot go
back from my word. Yet, if you will
learn but one pibrooh and play it to me,
you shall have my daughter Helen to
wife. even if you never touch the pipes
Egain or learn another note. There is
my hand on it, Dougal = said he.
1.-THE two clasped hands, and Dougal
put ON his bonnet and took his long gun
from the corner and went out. His heart
was black with sorrow, for he knew
that the learning Of one pibroch would
be no easier to him than the learning
of hundred. So he went up into the
hills to be thinking Of his sorrow, and
little was he minding what way he was
going. His desire was but to be alone,
and he wandered ON till something
made him suddenly come to himself,
and, raising his head with a start, he
found that he had come upon the moor
which is on the top Of Ben Mhor
1.-THE sunset was shining ON the great
cairn. and, looking over at it, he saw a
huge heather cat playing and springing
by itself among the whin. It never mo-
ticed Dougal at all, but just kept on
with its diversion, and he was minded
to shoot it, but it came over him that
1t was doing no harm and enjoying its
life in its own way, Which / cannot
be doing said he, smiling sadly to
himself. So he lowered his gan and
turned away.
"And then he noticed that there was
a strange, deadly quiet in the ARA
weird, awesome kind of stiffness. Sud
denly it came upon him that this was
Hallow Eve, and there he was on the
top Of Ben Mhor, which was very we'll
known to be favorite haunt of them
we must not name (God save usD on
their own special day, with God knows
what watching all round him perhaps
in the heather. It had been that very
night five years that one Sergeant Loft
us, that had come with a search party
of the electors soldiers (my black curse
be upon them y had gone up the noun
tain for wager, being drunk. In the
face Of warning he had gone up, jest
ing and disappearing. He came not
down that night, and in the morning
he was found lying dead on the moor
at the foot Of the cairn. There was not
mark on his body, but upon his face
was such a look Of horror and fear that
they had to wrap a plaid round his head
before carrying him down, and in that
manner he was buried.
"Now, Dougal was not lad that
the waving of q bush would brighten,
but he knew we'll that the place was
not place to be delaying in at all. Sc
he turned to go down the mountain,
and as he did 80 there was little old
man standing in front Of him looking
him in the face.
"He was dressed in a long cloak Of
dark gray that looked like cats fur,
with a red cap upon his head. The face
Of him was yellow and wien, and oul
Of it looked two green, fiery eyes, like
the eyes Of wildcat, and a. Dougal
gazed into these eyes he knew that IL
was no mortal creature that was there.
God save u.s.
"He wished to make the holy sign,
but there was no more power in him
than in babe Of day old. He could
not raise his hand. For moment ter
ror gripped cold to his heart. Then hC
remembered who he was and the name
I he bore and he looked into the greer
eyes without fear.
q" 1T is late that you are upon the
hill, Dougal, said the little old man.
or the thing in the likeness of one. Hi
voice was like the wind in the chin
ney, and seemed as if it had come from
far away and was very weary in tn
! coming. And it is neither your Ions
! gun, said he, nor your claymore tina
has kept you from leaving your deaf
body on the hill this night. Well wa
it for your fathers son, Dougal Mac
Pherson, that you kept from trying Il
harm in wantonness that which hat
, never harmed you and from firing tn
! shot that would have been the endinl
, Of your good days upon this earth, ant
| we'll was it that you quailed not undo
the eyes Of the cat Of Ben Mhori 1t i
, your kind heart, said he, and you
{ courage that have saved you this night
and now you must ask wish, and
shall be granted to you, and since yol
are my namesake will be telling yol
} that it is according to what you shall
, wish for that you shall thrive here
{ after Bad wish, bad fortune, said be
. and laughed, and his laugh seemed Z
1 have come from farther away than hi
a voice and to be more weary.
"Now, some there are that woul
q have been asking for lands and more 70
! gold, but all that was in the heart Q
Dougal was the thought Of the blu
. | evae and fho fair hair Of Haie, Cam