Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-04-28
CHAPTER III.
Faithful Unto Death.

1t is written in an ancient book weep
ing may endure for a night, but joy
cometh in the morning." and with the brief
darkness of the summer night passed the
shadow from Claverhouse's soul. Accord
ing, also. to the brightness and freshness
of the early sunshine was his high hope
on the eventful day which was to de-
eide both the fate of hts king and of him
self. The powers Of darkness had attacked
him every side. appealing to his fear
and to his faith. to his love and to his
hate. to his pride and to his jealousy, to
See whether they could not shake his con-
stancy and break his spirit. They had
failed at every assault and he had con-
quered he had risen above his ghostly en-
| emies and above himself. and now. having
stood fast against municipalities and pow
ers of the other world he was convinced
that his earthly enemies would be driven
before him as chaff before the wind. He
knew exactly what MacKay and his army
could do, and what he and his army could,
In the place of issue, where, by the mercy
Of God, Who surely was the side of
His anointed. the battle would be fought.
What would avail MacKay's parade
ground tactics and all the lessons OF
books and what would avail the drilling
and the maneuvering of his hired autom-
atoms in the pass Of Killiecranke. with
it's wooded banks and swift-running river,
and narrow gorge and surrounding hills?
This no level plain for wheeling right
and wheeling left for bombardng with ar
tillery and thanking by masses Of cavalry.
Claverhouse remembers the morning OF
the battle of Seneffe. when he rode with
Carleton and longed to be on the hills with
body Of Highlanders. and have the
chance Of taking by surprise the lumber
ing army of the Prince Of Orange and
sweeping it away by one headlong charge
The day for this onslaught had come. and
by an irony, or felicity. of Providence, he
has the troops he had longed for and his
rival has the inert and helpless regulars
News had come that MacKay was march
ing with phlegmatic steadiness and per
feet confidence into the trap. and going to
place himself at the greatest disadvan-
tage for his kind of army. The Lord was
giving the wings into his hand, and they
would fall before the sun set prey
unto his sword The passion Of battle
in his blood, and the laurels of VIC
tory were within his reach. Graham for
got his bitter disappointment and cowardly
friends. the weary journeys and worse
anxieties of the past weeks the cunning
cautiousness Of the chiefs and their mad
dening jealousies. Even the pitiable scene
at Glenoglvie and his gnawing vain regret
faded for the moment from his heart. If
the lowlands had been as cold as death to
the good cause. the highlands had at last
taken fire; If he had not one-tenth the
army he should have commanded, had
every highlander shared his loyalty to the
ancient line. he had sufficient for the days
work. If he had spoken in vain to the
king at Whitehall and miserably failed to
put some spirit into his timid mind. and
been outvoted at the convention and been
driven from Edinburgh by Covenanting as
sassins and hunted like a brigand by Mac
Kays troops. his day had now come. He
was to taste for the first time the glorious
cup of victory. He had not been so glad
or confident since his marriage day. when
he snatched his bride from the fastnesS OF
his enemy, and Grimond helped him to
arm, and gave the last touches to his mar
tial dress, he Tested merrily with that
solemn servitor. and sang aloud to Girl
mond's vast dismay who held the good
Scottish faith that If you be quiet Provi-
dence may leave you alone but II you
show any sign of triumph II will be an ir-
resistible temptation to the unseen powers.
I'm judgin', my lord that well win the
day. and that it will be crownin victory.
would like fine to see Mackay's army
tumble in ane great heap into the Garry.
with their general on the top o them. I'm
expectin' to see ye ride into Edinburgh at
the head o. the clans. and the Duke o Cor
don come DOT frae the castle to greet you.
as the kings commander-in-chief and a
Scotland lynn at yir mercy. But for ony
sake be cautious. Master John, and dinna
max a noise. it's just temptin' Providence.
an the Lord forgive me for saytn IT.
never saw a HIGHT without howe. I'm no
wantin' you to be there afore the day is
done. Dinna sing thae rantin' camp songs
and abune a dinna whistle TIL a things be
settled; at ony~ rate it's no canny.
WAS there ever such solemn face and
cautious spoken fellow living you. Jock
Grimond, though I've seen you take. your
glass, and unless my ears played me false.
sing a song too, round the campfire In days
past But / know the superstition that Is
in you and all your breed of lowland Scots.
Whether we be Covenanters or Cavaliers.
We are all tarred with the same stick. Do
We really think. Jock that the Almighty
sits watching u.s. like poor. jealous, can
kered WING minister. and IL a bit of good
fortune comes our way and our hearts are
lifted, that He's ready to strike for pure
bad temper? But there's no use arguing
with you, for you're set In your own opin-
ions. But I'll tell you what to dosing the
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