The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-04-28

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claverhouse is again within the gall,
iery OF Paisley Castle, and he Is look
Ing upon q marriage service Before
except that now young Lord Cochrane
Is Earl OF Dundonald. and is giving
away the bride, and my Lady Cochrane
FOR while he cannot see the faces
OF the bride or bridegroom, nor tell
what they are. gave that he is a soldier,
and as, she is tall and proud OF carriage.
Claverhouse. his defiant note softening
into tenderness, and the underlying
sorrow rising into JOY. For this vision
at least I bless thee. spirit. whoever
That was the day OF all my life. and I
am ready now or any time in this
world or the other to have 1t over
again and pledge my troth to my one
sweetheart: jean.
Thou wilt not be asked to take thy
marriage VOW again, CIaverhouse. nor
this day. 1t is the wedding OF my Lady
Viscountess Dundee, but be not too
sure that thou art the bridegroom. She
that broke lightly the Covenant with
have little scruple in breaking the bond
to dead earthly bridegroom. Thy
Jean hath found another husband"
From the faces of the bride and
which hides the future from the pres
ent in mercy to US all. lifted. 1t was
Jean. as majestic and as youthful as
in the days when he wooed her in the
pleasaunce. with her golden hair gilt
terng as before In the sunshine, and
the lovelight again in her eye. And
beside her. oh! fickleness of a woman's
heart; oh! irony of life: oh! cruelty to
ingstone. now my Lord Kilsyth. And
an expression OF fierce satisfaction lit
up the Covenanter's ghastly face.
This, then, was thy revenge Jean.
and l was right in my fear that thy
love was shattered. Be 1t So said
Claverhouse, II believe that thou vast
loyal while lived. and now. while |
will not grudge thee in thy loneliness
peace and protection. When this heart
of mine, which ever beat for thee, lies
cold in the grave. and my hair, that
dust, may joy be with thee, Jean. and
Gods sunshine ever rest upon thy
golden crown. Thou didst think. SER
want of the devil to damn my soul in
tired. as once / damned myself: but I
have escaped. and I defy thee. Do as
thou pleasest. thou canst not break my
spirit or make me bend. Hast thou
other visions"
"One more" said the spirit, and I
have done with thee, proud and unre-
pentannt sinner"
Before Claverhouse is room in
which there has been some sudden dis
aster. for the roof mas fallen and bu-
ried in it's ruins bed whereon some
one had been sleeping. and a cradle in
which some child had been lying. In
the foreground is coffin covered by
pail.
without warning, prepared or unpre-
pared, and thou hadst better see her
for the last time ere she goes to the
place of the dead" And then the cloth
being lifted, Claverhouse looked on the
face of his wife, with her infant child.
not his. but kilsyth's, lying at her feet.
There was no abatement In the spfen-
dor of her hair. nor the pride of her
countenance; the flush was stu upon
closed, there was courage in the set OF
her lips. BY an unexpected blow she
had been stricken and persisted, hut in
hood. and undismayed. Lying there,
she seemed to defy death, and her
at last.
$50 thou also art to be cut on in the
midst 81 thy days lean th Be.t &c fh,s
old and become feeble, and be carried
to and fro. and be despised We Were
born to rule, and not to serve; to con-
queg, and not to yield; to perseeu,s i
Kilsyth loved thee: it was not his
blame; who would not? He did his
best to please thee. Mayhap 1t was not
much he could do, but that was not his
blame. He was thy husband for awhile,
but am thy man forever. Thou art
mine. and am thine, for we are of the
same creed and temper. !, John Gra-
ham Of Clayerhouse, and not kilsyth,
will claim thee on the judgment day,
and thou shalt come with me- as the
eagle follows her mate: together we
shall go to heaven or to hell, for we
are one. Slain we may be, Jean. but
conquered never. We have lived, we
have loved. and neither in life or death
can any one make us afraid"
Outside the trumpets sounded and
Claverhouse awoke. for the visions of
the night had passed. and the light Of
the morning was pouring into his room
CHAPTER III.
FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH.
IT is written in an ancient book