Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-04-14

own courtyard by six of CIaverhouse's dra-
goons. Aye. and he would have given the
order in words smooth butter. and
come back to tell you brave tales Of the
court ladies with smile upon his bonnie
face. May God smte his beauty with vast
ing and destruction
Mother said Jean. flushing and throw
ing back her head, "ye speak what We be-
lieve 10 be true. and many hard things are
done in these black days on both sides; Dut
after [ have spoken with Claverhouse. |
cannot think that he would have any good
man killed in cold blood
What does it matter Jean. what you
think, for 1t is Weel kent that a young las
sizes eye is caught in the snare of ganc-
ing eye and gallants lovelocks. Listen to
ME. and l will tell YOU what three weeks
ago this fair-spoken and sweetsHiling cav
alier did. He was hunting for the hidden
servants OF the Lord in the wild places of
Ayrshire. and he caught near his own house
faithful professor Of religion, on whose
head a price was set, and for whose blood
those sons Of Belial We're thtrsting. Claver-
house demanded that he should take the
oath, which no honest man can swear, and
of which ye have often heard. And when
that brave heart would not. because he
counted his life not dear TO him for the
Lords sake. Claverhouse gave him three
minutes to pray before he died. You are
hearing me- Jean, for have not done?
THE martyr of the Lord prayed so ear
pestIy for his wife and children, for the
down-trodden Kirk of Scotland. and for his
murderer. that Graham ordered him to rise
from his knees. because his time was come
When he rose he was made to stand upon
the green before his own house, with his
wife and BARNS at the door, and Claver-
house commanded so many of his men TO
fire upon him. All. We would have seen
another Claverhouse than We know in that
hour But that is not all
His Dragons are ! -norant and ungodly
men, accustomed to blood. bu, after hearing
that prayer their hearts were softened with
in them and they refused to fire. So Gra-
ham took a pistol from his saddle. and with
his own hands slew the martyr. Ye are
hea ring. Jean, but there is more to follow.
With her husband lying dead before her
eyes. Claverhouse asked his wife what she
thought of her man now. That brave Wo-
man. made strong in the hour of trial,
wrapt her husbands head in white cloth
and took il on her lap, and answered: L
have always honored him. but l have never
been proud of him as this day. Ye will
have to answer to man and God for this
This is what he gave back to her: L am not
afraid of man. and God [ will take into
my own hands. That is how he can deal
with women. Jean. when he is on his err
rands of blood. and that is what he thinks
of God. But his day is coming. and the
judgment of the Lord will not tarry."
My lady" said Jean, who had grown
very pale, and whose face had hardened
through this CHASTITY story. that, l am GER
tain as l live. is lie. Col. Graham might
order the covenanter to be shot and that
We're dreadful enough. He would never
have insuted his wife after such a base
manner-none but churl would do that,
and Claverhouse is not base-born."
HE is base. girl who does basely. it
matters not how fair he be or how pleas
ing In d lady's room. And / am not sure
about his respect for ladies and the high
ways of what ye would call his chivalry.
Mayhap We have not heard the story of his
courting-then have something else. and a
lighter tale for your ears, but whether it
please you better know not. Though be-
gin to believe ye are easily satisfied At
the mention of counting Lady Cochrane
searched the face of her daughter, but
though Jean was startled she gave no sign.
There be many tales which fly up and
down the land. and are passed from mouth
to mouth among the children of this world,
and some of them are not for a godly
maiden's ears. since they are maistly con-
cerned wi chamberinS and wantOnness.
But this thing ye had better hear, and
then We will understand what manner of
man in his walk and conversation We are
harborng beneath our roof. For a he look
so grand and carries his head so high. he
has little gold in his purse. but the black
devil of greed is in his heart So, like the
lave of the gallants that drink and gam
BILE and do waur things at the kings court
he has been hunting for some lass that
will bring him a tocher (dowry) and title
For this is what the men of his generation
are ever needing. Ye follow nae, Jean?
This may be news to a country lass wha
has not been corrupted among the kings
ladies.
.Weel, It's mair than three years ago our
brave gentleman scented his game, and
ever since has been trying to trap this
misguided lass, for, like the rest O. them,
when he Is not prosecuting the saints he Is
running innocent women soul and body. l
would have you understand that, daughter,
and maybe ye will walk with him less in
the pleasaunce." Both women were stand
ing, and Lady Cochrane was watching Jean
to see whether she had touched her. Her
daughter gave no sign except that her face
was hardening, and she tapped the floor
with her foot =
Eye may not have heard of Helen Gra-
ham, for she belongs to another world
from ours, and one I pray God We may
never see the inside of, for black clan to
Scotland have been the Grahams from the