The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-04-21

really Tor this love chat he had lost
tile post or coliinandcr-in-ch chief In Scot
land. to which lie was distinctly en-
titled, and had experienced the insult
or having his name removed from tho
Scots Council. 1t might be her imagi
nation, but 1T seemed as II his fellow
met from time to time. were not at
ease with her. She was angry when
they refrained from their customary
frank expressions about her mothers
party, just as she would have been
angry.lf they had said the things they
were accustomed to say In her pres
cnce. Claverhouse assured her On
those happy days when he was living
lovers. among the woods there, asilthey
had been in the pleasaunce at Pais-
ley Castle, that lie never regretted his
choice. and that she was the nsptra-
hear him repeat his love VOWS, with
II passion as hot and words as NOV
ing as in the days of their courtship,
and the very contrast between his I'M
bending severity as a soldier and his
grace as Il lover made him the more
fascinating to woman who was her
self OF the lioness breed. All the same,
would have done better for himself II
he had married Into one Of the great
Scots houses of his own party--and
there were few In which be would not
nave UceH WelCOIuc-ilHu IHul lNuGeu
he could not have done much worse
for his future than In marrying her.
1t was a day Of keen rivalry among the
Royalists. and more unprinciplcd and
ministers could not be found in any
land: indeed Claverhouse was the only
man of honor amongst them. His bat
tie to hold his own and achieve his
and certainly he needed no handicap.
Jean Graham was haunted with the
reflection that Claverhouse's wife. In
stead OF being help. was a hindrance
not for the burden Of her Covenantins
name. he would have climbed easily
to the highest place. Nor could she
relish the change of attitude OF the
difference in atmosphere between Pals
ley and Dundee. Once she had been ac-
customcd to receive n respectful.
though it might be awkward. saluta-
and to know that, though In her heart
she was not in sympathy with them.
the people in the town. where her
mother reisned supreme. felt kindly
godly Covcnanting lady. In Dundee.
where the ordinary people sided with
the Presbytcrans and only the minor
ity were with the Bishops. men turned
away their faces when she passed
through the place. and the women cried
"Bloody Clavcrse!" as she passed. She
knew without any word of abuse that
both she and her husband were bit
terly hated, because he was Judged
prosecutor and she renegade. They
were two of the proudcst people in
Scotland. but although Claverhouse
gave no sign that he cared for the
peoples loathing. she often suspected
that he felt it, being true Scots gen
tleman. and although Jean pretended
to dcspise Covenanting fanaticism. she
would rather have been loved by the
fn In huf While hn
declared to Graham that her deliver
ance from her mothers party with
their sermons. their denunciations,
their narrowness and that horrible
bondage to liberty. there were times.
as she paced the terrace alone ana
looked out on the gray sea OF the east
coast. when the contradictory circum-
stances OF her life beset her and she
was troubled When she was forced
to listen to the interlninaDlc harangues
of hill preachers. sheltcring for night
in. the castle. and day by Gay was re-
sisting the domination OF her mother.
her mind rose in revolt against the
Presbyterians and all their ways.
When she was among men who spoke
of those hitlncn rs II they were YER
min to be trapped, and as II no one
had breeding or honor or intelligence
or sincerity except the Cavaliers. she
was again goaded into opposition.
Jean hul made her choice both of
her man and of her cause--for they
went together-with her eyes oper.
and she was not a woman to change
again, nor to vcx herself with vain
regrets. 1t was rather her nature
to decide once for all. and then to
throw herself without reserve into her
cause, and to follow without question
her man through good report and i'll.
through right. and, If need be, wrong.
Yet she was Il shrewd and high-minded
woman. and not one OF those fortunate
fanatics who can see nothing but good
on one side. and nothing but i'll on
the other. Life had grown intolcra-
bic in her mothers house. and Jean
had not in her the making of a con-
vinccd and thoroughgoing Covcnnnter.
and in going over TO the other party.
she had, on the whole, fulfilled her
self. as well as found {, mate of the
sam eproud spirit. But she WAS honest
enough to admit to herself that those
Ayrshire peasants were dying for con-
sciences sake though she might think
it narrow conscience and were sim
ccre in their picty, though She might
think it an unattractive religion. And
she could nos shut her eyes to the fact
that there was little glory in shooting