Waterbury Democrat., 1901-01-10
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 "Not now perhaps, but you will have some day.''
 "That is different matter.''
 "What kind of a sweetheart would you choose:"
 A soldier, gallant English soldier, one loyal to his king through all.''
 She continued to hum her little song, whatever it was. Something stirred in the wood, and Old Put, despite my pre- viOus command, whinnied and stamped his feet.
 *'Confound that beast, whatever it may beH' said. 'It must be wildcat l attracted by the light of our fire.''
 "Let the wildcat go,'' she said. ''Listen and I will sing you song that will tell you what my future betrothed and husband shall be. It's an old Scotch tong of devotion and loyalty, but we English sing it. too, and like it as well ;s the Scotch. 'Dumbarton' s Drums we, All it.
 "Sing," said. Then she sang: "Dumbartons $ drums beat bonnie O, When they mind me of my dear Johnnie o! How happy am When my soldier is by, l While he kisses and blesses his Annie Ol 1 'Tis seller alone can delight me O, For his graceful looks do invite me o, While guarded in his arms I'll fear no wars alarms,
 Neither danger nor death shall e'er fright me O!
 | 'tMy love is handsome 1addie o, Genteel but ncer foppish nor gaudy Oi l Though commissions are dear, | Yet I'll buy him one this year, For he'll serve no longer cadie Ol l A soldier has honor and bravery O, Unacquainted with rogues and their knav- cry O.!
 | He minds no other thing 1 But the ladies the king, For every other care is but slavery Oi "Then I'll be the captains lady Ol l Farewell, all my friends and my daddy O! | I'll wait no more at home, But l'll follow with the drum, And whene'er that beats I'll be ready Ol | Dumbarton's drums sound bonnie O! l They sprightly like my dear Johnnie O! l How happy shall be | When on my soldiers knee, And he kisses and blesses his Annie O!'' l Her voice was deep and true, and the old war ballad was music ill my ears. As the melody rose and fell ill the lone ly night my eyes dropped again and my brain became dim with advancing slurn- bers like a child soothed to sleep by the song of his mother. I was as tired as a dog. I had ridden long and far and had worked much, and every nerve and muscle in me cried aloud for rest, but 1 reused myself as she finished and the 1 last note of her song died in the dark ness.
 "That is proper military song," l said, ''and nobly sung, but I object to Il. 1S 110 ,xl. no other thing but the ladies or the king. The ladies are all right, but no king! Leave the king outH'
 Old Put was stamping his feet again. "That's right, Put, said. "Ap- | plaud the song, for it was well sung, though you and I, who are good Ameri- cans. don't altogether like the senti- ments That, take it, is an old song of loyalty to the Stuarts. It is singular thing to me how wholesome minded English people can invest the Stuarts, whom they kicked out of their country, with so much romance and charm when all history shows they were an utterly debased lot, and nobody knows it better than the English themselves. "sThe sentiments of the song, king and all are perfectly correct, and I'll sing that verse to you again. She locked at me with look half ot defiance, half a smile, and sang: 1 ttMy love is handsome laddie o,
 Gentoel, but ne CT foppish nor gaudy Ol | Though commissions are dear, | Yet I'll buy him one this year,
 For he'll serve no longer cadie Ol
 A soldier has honor and bravery o, l Unacquainted with rogues and their knav' l cry O!
 He minds no other thing | But the ladies the king,
 For every other care is but slavery O!'
 She sang it still more softly and gen. tly than before, and, though my eyelids dropped again, turned my eyes from the bed of coals to her face. The fire. light played ruddily over her eyes and cheeks, and the expression there seemed tender and faraway, as if her thoughts
 had gone from this dark night and the war torn fields of South Carolina to the green English meadows and peaceful sunshine.
 1 When she finished, raised my hand.
 and clapped them together.
 "Well doneY' said. Well doneP
 "Done well enough for us,'' sait
 some one, and strong hands reached
 over the log and grasped me by thu
 wrists. My languor and my sleepines
 were gone in an instant, and made :
 powerful effort to wrench myself loose
 but I had been taken too suddenly
 Three or four men flung themselve : unon end; ! xrcss c.E.sssssEe. uz,saA. 1