Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-04-21

ing will appease. There is no optimism in
this character. very often clear-sighted
and painful acceptance of facts; faults are
distinctly seen and difficulties are estl-
mated at their full strength, sacrifice is
discounted and defeat is accepted. But the
die Is cast, and for veal or Woe-most likely
woe-they must go on their way and hight
the fight TO the end This was the mold in
which Dundee was cast, the heir of shat
tered hopes, and the descendant of broken
men. the servant of discredited and con-
demned cause. He faced the reality and
knew that he had only one chance out Of
a hundred of success; but it never entered
his mind to yield to circumstances and &C
cept the new situation. There was indeed
a moment when he would have been looking.
not to change his service but to Sheathe his
sword and stand apart. That moment was
over and now he had hidden his wife good
bye and was riding through the cold gray
mist to do his weary. hopeless best for an
obstinate. foolish, impracticab!e king, and
to put some heart, II it We're possible, into
a dwindlng handful of unprincipled. self
seeking, double minded men. The day was
| full of omens, and they were all against
him. Twice hare ran across the road,
and Grimond muttered to-himself as he
rode behind his master. The ill-faured
| beast" AS they passed through Glenfarg
| raven followed them for mile, croaking
weirdly. A troopers horse stumbled and
| fell, and the man had to be left behind. in
sensible. When they halted for an hour at
Kinross it spread among the people who
they We're, and they were watched by hard,
unsympathetic faces. The innkeeper gave
them what they needed but with Ill grace,
and it was clear that only fear OF Dundee
prevented him refusing food both to man
and beast. When they left a crowd had
gathered. and they rode out from the
village voice cried: Woe unto the man
of blood-a double woe. He goeth but he
i shall not return, his doom is fixed An
approving murmur from the hearers showed
| what the Scots folk thought of John
Graham. Grimond would fain have turned
and answered this jeremiah and his chorus
| with touch of the sword, but his COM
mander forbade him sharply. We have
| other men to deal with" he said to Girl
| mond. than country fanatics. and our
| work is before us in Edinburgh But he
| would not have been Scot il he had been
| Indifferent to signs, and this raven-croak
| the whole day long rang in his heart The
sun struggled for a little through the mist.
| and across Loeb Leven they saw on Its
| island the prison house of Mary. "Gri-
| mond," said Graham, there Is where they
| kept her, and by this road she went out on
| her last hopeless ride. and We follow her.
your soul on that 1t was enough that one
| Graham should die upon a scafrold. The
next will die in the open field"
| 1t was late when they reached Edinburgh,
and a murky night when they rode up
| Leith Wynd; the tall houses of Edinburgh
| hung them; the few lights struggled
! against the thick, enveloping air. Figures
came out OF one dark passage and disap-
| peared into another. A body of Highland
ers. In the Campbell tartan. for a mo-
ment blocked the way. Twice they were
! cursed by unknown voices. and when CLAW
! erhouSe reached his lodging some one
called out his name. and added: The day
| OF vengeance is at hand. The blood of John
| Brown crieth from the altar" And Girl
mond kept four troopers on guard all night
| The next night Claverhouse and Balcarres
| were cloSeted together, the only men left 10
| consult for the royal cause. and both knew
| what was going to be the issue.
+, There is no use binding our eyes. Bal
cares" said Graham, or feeding ouI
hearts with vain hopes. the convention is
| for the Prince of Orange. and is done with
King James The men who kissed his
| hand yesterday. when he was in power, and
! would have licked his feet If that had got
| them place and power. will be the first tc
| cast him forth and cry huzza for the new
| king There Is black faint in the Scots
! blood, and there always haze been men in
| high position to-, sell their country The
! lords Of the congregation were English
| traitors in Mary's day, and on them as
much as that wanton Elizabeth lay her
| blood. 1t was "a Scots army sold Charles
| to the roundheads, and 1t would have been
| mair decent to have beheaded him at Edin-
, burgh. And now they will take the ancient
throne of auld Scotland and hand il over
| without a stroke. to a cold blooded for
| eigner who has taught his wife to turn her
| hand against her own father. Gods ban is
| upon the land. Balcarres, for one party of
| us be raging fanatics and the other party
! be falSe-hearted towards. Lord. If We could
! set the one against the other. Argyle S
| Highlanders against the west country
| wings. ii were a bonnie piece of work and
| il they fought till death the country were
| well rid O. bath, for | know not whether l
| hate mair bitterly Covenanter or a Camp
| bell. But it would.set us better. Belcarres,
| To keep our breath to cool DOR ain porridge.
| What is this hear. that Athole is playing
| the knaVe. and that Gordon cannot be
| trusted to keep the castle? Has the day
| come upon as, that the best names in Scot
| land to be dragged in the mIre? | sair-
| ~ soot that fox the time the throne is lost