The San Francisco call., 1898-01-16

of Prestonpans and Falkirk to die sword in hand on the battlefield; but it was heartbreaking to see him betrayed and and traitors And still keener was my pity for the innocent child who was sObbing at his feet, crushed With shame tbat her devotion to his cause should have been made the bait to lure him to 'i19 He stood perfectly still, pale and with flashing eyes, but without trace or @Weu. MT. Macintyre.',, said he, this is a strange welcome. May peg you 10 inform me what am u "ii0ei S'''iiu OS
 Brought face to face with the ma man he he had betrayed, even MacInLyIe @ lU9I it nlS nerve, though he tried to brazen II out.
 n5 Y9q tben mfy bys eHesi eTes fei and he looked moodiy at the floor hd eniN said gioomiv Ioo
 The Prince drew himself up and looked at Macintyre with unutterable scorn ana ooi1tet Tt does indeed" said he. ''I have had to do with spies and traitors before, but never with one who invited iue u @ Lls house as a guest in order to petray me me, overestimated your cunning and my simplicity. You fool; do you ,un suppose pose that have w4lRefd Refi brlI1I99iVeT 6rnnn9 vou ''-'
 Almost before I realized what Had taken place l saw Macintyre turn WniiIs, and heard the sword drop clattering from his nerveless fingers, while ms ac- complices glanced round about seeking a way of escape. All eyes had been who now stood sword in hand at every door and at the head of every passage had come upon us unheard anu unseen sIoae os
 At a glance I recognized the races or several well-knoWn Jacob1te gentleInen, both Englishmen and HfghlanGers' ana saw at once that Macintyre had been cleverIy caught in his own trap. en- tangled in the very meshes or t4e weo he had spun to entraP dhe 3,,ri,ad 5FlIicT in the garden, who had stealthiiy & enteTea niet the house. and the author ot thls ploS within 9 plot-Donald Fraser-who haa betrayed the betrayer, was noW Ieerlhg triumphantly at Macintyre from ms post behind the door. Macintyre caught
 glimpse of his gTinppin1fg pn1fso rage fS9rv ana HIS
 You hound" he exclaimed thls Ia your work"
 'Yes, said the Prince coolly, ''you for get what most of your kind would do well to remember, that it is as easy to set a spy upon a spy as upon an honest man; and much easier to find those who will betray him. 1 pretended to fall into your trap in order to trap you, lest good friends of mine should suffer in future by your treachery. It would be but bare justice to hang every man of you, but your lives shall be spared for the present If you instantly lay down your arms. The conspirators were so thoroughly cowed that they gave up their arms with out a struggle. In the meantime Kate had whispeTed a few words to the Prince, 
 and he beckoned me toward him..
 "I find that owe. you debt of grati- said graciously, and sincerely trust that at some future time it may lie with in my power to repay you"
 Then he turned to Kate.
 'As for such loyalty as yours, Miss Gordon" he said, "a poor exile has no fitting reward. Nay, think the only re- ward I give you is to release you from further service to race so unfor- tunate as mine. Pardon me.
 He took the white cockade from her breast and handed it to me.
 See he continued, 'I give it into the keeping of your future husband, and pray that you will not wear 1t again un- less he himself pins it upon your breast My errand here is accomplished. and to- have eaten away the loyalty of those l who should have f1ocked to my standard. | They wish to save their estates and Will not thrust their own heads into danger, | though they would be willing enough l that the poor Highland lads should leave | their bones on another Culloden moor ! But I will have no more useless blood 1 shed, please God, and so sail for France l till better times. Farewell
 ] Kate could not speak for the sobs that chOked her, and well, feel no shame 1 at the confession-knelt and kissed his
 hand with tears in my eyes. Twas the | last we ever saw of Prince Charlie, the 1 bravest and most unfortunate of all the
 Stuarts.
 Toward Macintyre and his accomplices
 he behaved with his usual clemency
 They were released when it was too late
 for them to interfere with his. departure.
 have still the white cockade Kate
 wore on her breast that night, but I
 think even she has lost all desire to
 wear it again: for If what we hear of
 the once gallant Prince be true his best
 friends might wish that he had died at
 the head of his brave Highlanders on
 Culloden moor.