Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-02-21

| thtther over the ranged tents, ana further
| off on the long white line Of the city for
tiflcations, from which came ever and anon
| the dull reverberation Of a heavy gun or
! an upward burst Of white vapor as a NOR
| tar was discharged,
| Many men looked at her They had not
been men else, but the hasty jbe in rough
| camp English. learned In. the trenches and
banded in whisper from post to post was
hushed by the quick elbow Of a comrade.
1.-THE Scots priests daughter. Beware!
Her father has the evil eye-she the gift
| of tongues. Only once Black kessel of Tax
Is spake roughly to her. and his tongue
clave to the roof Of his mouth. On the
| third day he died-as it were In the flames
Of hell-fire" This was no i'll repute to
| have in such an unruly army. 49,.
! Suddenly she called upon the soldier serv-
Thank Major North for the use Of his
beast" she said; tell him Frances Well
! wood said So" e4- .s... -. -s..s
She smiled as she had spoken, like prin-
cess. The soldier "a man Of 1ngolsbys Flu
| sileers) saluted, drew himself erect as il he
had been praised by his officer on parade
and was gone
| It was in front Of little whitewashed,
| slid easily and lightly from her horse. I'm
der the porch, vine-covered In broad un-
| equal patches, stood an old man, tall and
| spare, his black cooked hat In his hand. He
| was in talk with a younger man, already
| grzzle0 and Drowned with service. But
! Frances was far from paying any attention
! to this. She ran impulsively to the old
| man. and, without noticing his companion,
| she cast her arms about his neck and kissed
| him, in continental fashion, on both cheeks.
| Frances, Frances" said the minister, dis
| engaging her gently. will you never learn
manners? Do you not see that am pres
| emily in colloQuy with my colonel, Sir AZ
chibald Ardmillan? 1t is an affair of the
regiment. 1 pray you go in and leave u.s.
| dear Frances"
Indeed" said his daughter. IT will do
| nothing Of the kind. II 1t is an affair OF
| the regiment, you have your study-Col.
| Ardmillan has his orderly room and his
quarters. This is at present my front gar
den, and IL you have anything to say that
| I may not hear-there Is gate leading out
| of It."
| The grizzled shortish man laughed - a
bachelors tolerant laugh
| your daughter t. right, chaplain. he
| said, my Lord Duke said nothing of con-
| cealing the matter from her. She may as
I we'll know soon as syne, as the Ayrshire
| folk say!"
The old man frowned, with perhaps more
zeal than sincerity upon his brow.
| "She hath no respect of persons. this
/! maiden" he said: 1T is the fault Of her
| upbringing in camps and the assemblies
| Of violent men,"
| As he stood in speech with her father.
| Col Sir Archibald ArdmiIlan had kept his
| hat on his head. For he was one OF the few
! who, fearing neither God nor the devil. took
| small heed to the belief prevailing In the
| allied armies that the chaplain OF his regi-
| ment had intimacies with the jewellers in
| strange places, and could summon the de-
mons from their own places.
| He now turned on his heel with a brief
| salutation Of respect to Frances. and. nod
! ding to her father. took his way back to the
| headquarters Of his regiment.
you have offended our colonel, girl" said
| Patrick WILDWOOD: that Is not wen done.
| Remember that upon his good win depends
| your very permission to follow the camp!"
| THE camp would miss me worse than
would miss the campf' returned the girl,
patting her fathers white locks indulgent-
| ly; you and can do very well without the
| camp
| "a great quest he said, raising his hand
| with kind OF rapture, and his voice taking
| on its pulpit infection, "a great Quest-to
| deliver the people Of the Lord out of the
| hand of the oppressor. from under the
| hooves Of the horses shod for war"
| Then he looked at his daughter with a
/ kind Of soft sadness remarkable in so stern
| q man.
"But this my dove" he went on. my dove
| that stitch among the rocks. that hath
| had her dwelling all her days among the de-
| fenced rocks! What shall do with her in
| the day OF peril?'
! The girl arose and put up both her arms
about the old mans neck
Patrick Wildwood" she said using In
| the old Scots fashion the full name of her
parent, ''fs It not written. .Entreat me not
| to leave thee or to return from following
| after thee? For whittier thou goest will
| go. and where thou lodgest will lod9e." !
''True. Frances" said the old man. $50 It
Lord that II on high recompense you, my
| daughter
Then am to accompany your" Frances
put the question with quick upward lift
| Of the eyelashes
81 Judge chat no better may b." said