Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-04-06

troubled and disastrous career. A klnsman
of the great Montrose and born of line
which traced its origin to Scottish kings
the child of n line of fighting cavaliers, he
loathed Presbyterians, their faith and their
| habits together. counting them fanatics by
| inherent disposition and traitors whenever
opportunity offered. He was devoted to
the Episcopal Church Of Scotland, and re-
garded a bishop with reverence for the
sake of his office, and he was ready to
die, as the Marquis of Montrose had done
before him, for the Stuart line and their
rightful place. One can see as he stretches
himself, raising his arms above his head
with a taking gesture, that he is not more
than middle size and slightly built though
1.-THE and sinewy as young tiger. but what
catches ones eye is the face, which is lit
up by a sudden flash OF freight. 1t is that
of woman rather than man, and a
beautiful woman to boot, and this girl face
he was to keep through all the days of
strife and pain, and also fierce deeds. till
they carried him dead from killiecrankie
field 1t was full. rich face. with fine
complexion somewhat Drowned by campaign
life, with large, expressive eyes of hazel
hue. whose expression could change with
rapidity from love to hate, which could be
very gentle in a woman's woOing, or very
hard when dealing with Covenantlng reb
Ell, but which in repose were apt to be sad
and hopeless. The lips are rich and fieX-
ible, the nose strong and straight, the eye
brows high and well arched, and the mouth
with the short upper lip, is both tender and
/ strong. Ills dDunQant ana rlCn Drown mar
| he wears in long curls falling his
shoulders, as did the cavaliers, and he is
dressed with great care in the height of
military fashion, evidently a gallant and
debonair gentleman. He has just ceased
from badinage with Rookie, in which that
| honest soldiers somewhat homely army
jokes have been worsted by the graceful
play of Grahams wit, who was ever gay,
but never coarse, who was ascetc, and
was ever willing to drink the kings health,
but, as his worst enemies used grudgingly
to admit cared neither for wine nor wom-
en-. Silence falls for little on the COM
pany Claverhouse, looking into the fire and
seeing things of long ago and far away,
huns a rOyalist ballad to the honor of
King Charles, and the confoundng of crop
cared Puritans. Among the company was
that honest gentleman Capt. George Carl
ton, who was afterward to tell many enter
tanning anecdotes of the war in Spain under
that brilliant commander, Lord Peterbor-
ough. And as Carlton, who was ever in
thirst for adventures, had been serving
with the fleet, and had only left 1t because
he thought there might be more doing now
in other quarters, Venner demanded wheth-
er he had seen anything whose telling would
make the time pass more gaily by the
fire. for, as that liberated Puritan said: My
good comrade on the right is engaged at his
devotions. and 1 also Would be reading a
Bible If l had one. but my worthy father
studied the Good Book so much that men
Judged 1t had driven him crazy and l. hav-
ing few wits to lose, have been afraid to
open 1t ever since. AS for Mr.. Graham, if
catch the air he is singing. 1t is song of
the malignants against which as a Psalm
singing Puritan 1 lift my testimony. So
toothsome story of the sea, If 1t please you,
Mr.. Carlton"
Apart from the fighting, gentlemen" be-
gan Carlton, who was a man of careful
speech and stiff mind, for l judge you do
not banker after battle tales, seeing we
shall have our stomach full ere many days
be past, II the prince can entice Condo
into the open, there were not many things
worth telling. But this was a rema rkable
occurrence, the like of which l will dare
say none Of you have seen. though l know
there are men here who have been in battle
once and again. Upon the Catherine there
was a gentleman volunteer man of fam
lily and fine estate, by the name of Hodge
Vaughan. Early in the fight, when the
Earl of Sandwich was our admiral and
Van Client commanded the Dutch, Vaughan
received a considerable wound, and was
carried down into the hold. Well, it hap
pened that they had some hogs aboard
and, the worse for poor He ige Vaughan,
the sailor who had charge of them, like
any other proper Englshman, fonder
of fighting than of feeding pigs, and SO
left them to forage for themselves. As
they could get nothing else, and liked
change in their victaals when it came within
their reach. they made their meal off
Vaughan, and when the fight was over