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

mating enough III lOyuity. II Hci puS.
abnd fell, he would have the frccr course
in wooing the wife. What II lie hnd arr
ranged the assassination. and not VIII
liams government; what IL Jean, OUT
ragged by that reflection upon her honor
and Infatuated BY wounded pride had
consented to this revenge? Her house
had never been scrupulous. and love
changed to hate by an insult such as
he had offered might be satisfied with
nothing les than blood. Stung by this
venomous thought, Dundee sprang to his
feet. and looking at the westering sun.
cried to Grimond. who had been watch
Ing him with unobtrusiye sympathy as
If he read his thoughts, Jock, the time
for thinking Is over, the time for doing
has come"
He rode along the line and gave his
last directions to the army. Riding from
right to left. he placed himself at the
head CT the cavalry, and gave the order
to charge. That wild rush of Highlands
crs. which swept before 1t. across the
plain OF Urrard. the thin and panic
stricken line OF regular troops. was not
battle. 1t was an onslaught. flight,
q massacre, rs when the srain breaks
upon Highland mountain, and the river
in the glen beneath. swollen with the
mountain water, dastcs to the lowlands
with irresistible devastation. Grimond
placed himself close behind his master for
the charge. and determined that II there
was treachery In the ranks. the bullet
that was meant for Dundee must pass
through him. But the battle advance OF
cavalry Is confused and tumultuous, as
horses and men roll in the dust, and
eager riders push ahead of their fellows.
and no man knows what he is doing, cx-
cept that the foe Is in front CT him.
They were passing at gallon across
the ground above Urrard House, when
Grimond. who was now a little In the
rear OF his commander, saw him lift his
right arm in the air and wave his sword.
and heard him cry. king James and
the crown of Scotland" At that instant
he fell forward upon his horses name.
as one who had received a mortal wound.
and the horse gaioped off towards the
right, with Its master helpless upon g..
Through the dust OF battle. and looking
between two troopers who interviewed.
Grimond saw the ir-haired Engli5hman
lowering the pistol and thrustinf, II into
his holder, with which he had shot Dun
dee through the armpit. as he gave his
last command. Onward they were car
ried, till one OF the troopers on his right
fell and the other went ahead. and there
was clear course between Grimond and
the Ensshman. They were now. both
OF them. detached from the main body.
and tho Eneiishman was planning to fall
aside and escape unnouced from the field.
His comrade could not be seen, and evil
IDENTITY had taken no part in the deed.
Grimond was upon him ere he knew, and
before he could turn and parry the stroke,
Jocks sword was in him. and he fell
MORALLY wounded from his horse. Keen
as Grimond was to follow his master, and
find him where he must be lying ahead,
he was sun more anxious to get tho
truth at last out Of the dying man. He
knelt down and lifted UP his head.
1T Is over with ye now. and thou hast
done thy hellish deed. wish to God I'd
killed thee before; but say before thou
goest who was thy master-was ii Liv-
ingstone? Quick. man. tell the truth. 1t
make hell cooler"
Livingstone" replied the Engllshman
with his dying breath. and look OF al
most boyish triumnh on his face. what
had e 40 With h n, Il from my
have fulfilled them. Did not sut lie br ana
ana 90 what had to do thoroughly?
Thou cunning rascal save for thee had
also escaped. You may take my purse.
for thou art faithful servant. My hand
struck the final blow" Now. his breath
wa, was going fast from him. and with a
last effort. as Grimond dropped his head
with curse. he cried You have-won
the battle. Your cause is-lost."
Amid the confusion the cavalry had not
noticed the fall OF their commander and
Grimond found his master lying near a
mound. little above the house of Ur-
rard. He was faint through loss of
blood. and evidently was wounded unto
death. but he recognized his faithful
follower, and tfvtnked him with his eyes,
as Jock wiped the blood from his lips
for he was wounded through the lungs
and gave him brandy to restore his
strength.
eye cannot staunch that wound, Jock.
and this is my last fight. How goes it
is It we!l?''
well for the King. my lord-the bat
tie Is won; but ill for thee. my dear
maiSter"