Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-04-20
BOOK III.
CHAPTER I.
One Fearless Man.

Above the town of Dundee, ana Dullt 10
command the place, stood at the date OF
our tale. Dudhone Castle, a good specimen
of Scots architecture, which in its severity
and strength Is, like architecture every
where, the physical incarnation of national
creed and character. The hardness of Dud-
hope was softened in those days by what
was not usual in the Of keeps and
other warlike buildings, for Dudhoce was
set in the midst of slocing fields where
cattle browsed, and had also round it rs
ing plantations of wood. Before the castle
there was terrace, and from it one looked
down uron the little town, nesting under
the shelter of the castle, and across the
Firth of Tay to Fifeshire. where so much
Scots history had been made. 1t was to
Dudhope Claverhouse brought his bride,
after that stormy honeymoon which she
had to sSend under the shadow of her
mothers hot dis!leasure in Paisley Castle,
and he occupied with the weary hunt of
Covcnanters uo and down the west coun-
try. Their wedding day was the 10th of
June, but it was not till August that CLAW
erhouse and his wife came home to Dud-
nope. Since then four years have passed
during which the monotony of his duty in
hunting Covenanters had been relieved by
the office of provost OF Dundee in which
1t Is said he ruled severely. and the same
ness of jeans life at DudhoHe by visit
to the court of London, where she produced
a vast impression, and was said to have
been adored IN the highest quarter There
were hours when she felt very lonely, al
though she would not have confessed this
being woman of invincible spirit and for
uhed by the courage of her love-: She
never knew when her husband would be
called away for one of his hunts, and
though there were many loyalist families
IN Forfarshire, 1t was not time for easy
social intercourse, and Jean was conscious
that the Carnegies and the rest of them Of
the old cavalier stock looked askance at
tod tbn IL
faint In her blood. Claverhouse, like a
faithful gentleman, had done his best TO
conceal from her injury which his marriage
had done him, but she knew that his cum
ming and bitter enemy, the Duke of Queens
berry, had constantly insnuated into the
mind of the Duke of York and various high
personages in London that no one who
had married Lady Cochrane's daughter
could, In the nature of things, be perfectly
loyal 1t was really for this love that he
had lost the post of commander in chief
In Scotland, to which he was distinctly en-
titled, and had experienced the insult of
having his name removed from the Scots
Council. 1t might be her Imagination but
1t seemed If his fellow officers and other
friends, whom she 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 if they
had said the things they were accustomed
to say in her presence. Claverbouse as
was living at Dudhope. and when they
could be lovers among the woods there, as
they had been in the pleausance at Paisley
Castle, that he never regretted his choice
and that she was the inspiration of his life
1T was pleasant to hear him rereat his love
vows, with a passion as hot and words as
moving as in the days of their courtship,
and the very contrast between his unbend-
ing severity as soldier and his grace as
a lover made him the more fascinating to
woman who was herself of the lioness
breed All the same. she could not forget
that Claverhouse would have done better
for himself if he had married into one of
the great Scots houses Of his own party.
and there were few in which he would not
have been welcone-and that indeed 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 a more unprincipled and dsreputable
gang than the kings Scots ministers could
not be- found in any land; indeed Claver-
them. His battle to hold his own and
achieve his legitimate ambition was very
hard, and certainly he needed no handicap
Jean Graham was haunted with the re-
being a help, was a hindrance to her hus-
band, and that if it were not for the bur-
den Of her covenanting name, he would
pave climbed easily to the highest place.
Nor could she relish the change of at
tit2de Of the common people toward her
and the difference in atmosphere between
Paisley and Dundee. Once she had been
accustomed to receive a respectful, though
It might be awkward salutation from the
dour West Country folk, and to know that,
though in her heart she was not In sym
pathy with them. the people in the town,
where her mother reigned supreme, felt
kindly toward her. as the daughter of that
godly Coveranting lady. In Dundee. where
the ordinary people sided with the Presby-
terians and only the minority We're with
the bishops, men turned away their faces
when she passed through the place and