The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-04-28
Richmond, Va, April 20, 1907.


in which Montrose had gone before; or
be the comradc OF Covcnanting Wings.
1t would have been thing unnatural
and impossible And yet he feared that
the future was with them and not Nith
the Jacobites. He only did his part
in arrestlng fanatical hillmen and exc
cutting the punishment OF the law upon
them. but he, would have been glad
that night II he had not been obliged
to shoot John Brown Of Priest Hill be-
fore his wifcs eyes. and keep guard
went home to God. He had never loved
any other woman than Jean Cochrane,
and they were we'll mated in their
high temper Of nature. but their mar
was haunted with vague misgivings.
What light was given him he had fol-
lowed. but there was little to show for
his life. His King bad failed him. his
hated him. Ills wife-had she forgiven
him. and was she true-hearted to him
still? Behind high words OF loyalty
and hope his heart had been sinking,
and now II seemed to him In the light
OF eternal Judgment. wherein there Is
justice of eternal charity. that his forty
years had failed and were leaving be-
hind them no lasting good to his house
or to his land. The moonlight shin
ing full upon Claverhouse shows many
line now o1 the smoothness OF his
fair girl faceNand declares his hidden,
inextinguishable sorrow, who all his
days had been an actor in tragedy.
He had written to the chiefs that all
the world was with him, but in his
heart he knew that X was against him,
and perhaps also God.
Once and again Grimond had come
into the gallery to summon his mas
ter to rest. but seeing him absorbed
in one of his reveries had quietly with
drawn. Full OF anxiety, for he knows
what the morrow will mean. that faith
full servitor at last came near and
Jock" said Claverhouse, startling
and rising to his feet, rs that you.
man. coming to coax me to my bed az
ye did lang syne. when We received me
first from my nurses hands? It's get
ting late. and ] am needing rest for
to-morrow's work. IL I can get it. We
have come TO Armageddon, as the
for mcny days hang cns the Issue. Al!
man can do. Jock. is to walk in the
road that was set before him. from n
laddie, and to complete the task laid
= wards doesna concern him. SO be 1t he
is faithful. Where is my room? And.
bark ye. Jock waEen me early. and be
mo- far from me through the night.
for ! can trust you altogether. And
there be not mony true"
WOrn out with long day in the
saddle. and the. planning OF the eve
ming together with many anxieties and
the inward tumult OF his mind, C1aver-
house fell asleep. He was resting SO
quietly that Grimond, who had gone
10 Lne door TO listen. was SAtlSHeO ana
lay down to catch an hour OF. two Of
sleep FOR himself. for he could wa&en
at any hour he pleased. and knew that
soon after daybreak he must be stir
ring. While he was nearby heavy with
sleep, his master, conscious or uncon-
scious. according as one Judges, was In
the awful presence of the unseen. He
woke suddenly, as II he had been call
ed, and knew that some one was In
the room, but also in the same instant
that 1t was not Grimond or any visitor
of flesh and blood. Twice had the
him, and always before a day Of dan
ger. but this time 1t was no sad. beau
tiful woman's face. carrying upon its
weird grace the sorrows 81. 0l MS line;
from the shadow. The moon had gone
behind a cloud, and the room was SO
dark that he could only see that some
IT was or by what name he would be
called. Then the moon struggled out
from behind her covering. and sent
Shaft Of ght the 6esvY earyed
furniture. With the. coming Of the
light Claverhouse, who was not un-
accustomed to ghostly sights. for they
bed. and Knowing no fear looked stead
lily. What he saw thrown into relief
against the shadows was the figure of
hillman Of the west, and one en,a that IN
was dyesAd in rough homespun hod-
den gray. stained heavily with the
black OF the peat holes In which he
there where the rocks had caught him
as he was crawling for shelter. or
middle age, with hair hanging over
his ears and beard uncared for. his
face bore all the signs OF hunger and
suffering. as of one who had wanted
right food and warmth and every COM
fort of life for months on end. In his
eyes glowed the fire of an intense and
honest. but fierce and narrow piety, and
with that expression was mingled an
other. not OF anger nor OF sorrow, but
of reproach. Of judgment and Of SOM
bre triumph His hands were strapped
in front OF him with stirrup leather,
and his head was bare: AS the moon
shone more clearly, Clayerhouse saw
other stains than those Of a peat upon
his chest. and while he looked the red
blood seemed to rise from wounds that
pierced his heart and lungs. It flowed
out again in trlckling stream. and
drinnnl npon the whiteneSS of his