The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-10-11
GOPOlOGTL 09Oa EV lWHNlIER. ALL RUGETTS RE6ERVED.

She left a letter behind for her fa- ther. praying him to forgive Efie and to intercede with God for happy Issue to her errand. Then she set forth. stopping on the way in Reuben Buffers village to say farewell to him. Butler, "a minister with out a charge, was desperately poor, even for the country in which he dwelled; but he gave Jeanie Q letter that was to prove more valuable than money could have been, though they esteemed 1t of little worth at the time.
 It was a letter written by the grand father of the Duke and given by him to Benjamin Butler, Reuben's grand. father, in the time of the persecu- tions. Benjamin Butler, better known in history as Bible Butler, serving in Monks regiment of dragoons, had saved the ancestor of Argyle from death in a grim pass when four Eng. lish troopers were about to slay him. After accounting this deed, the letter read:
 Having no other present reeom- pense in my power, I give him this ac- knowledgement, and do conjure my friends tenants, kinsmen and who- ever will do aught for me, either in the 1owlands or the Highlands, to pro- tect and assist the said Benjamin But Ter and his friends and family, giving them such countenance and supply as may correspond with the benefit he hath bestowed upon me. Lorne."
 With a strong heart anG frame pa- tient of fatigue .Jeanie Deans, travel ing at the rate of twenty miles a day and sometimes further, traversed the southern part of Scotland and entered England. There she observed that her bare feet and tartan screen attracted sarcastic attention. So she conformed to the national extravaganza of wear ing shoes and stockings LOT the whole day. which, besides the wastefulness. impeded her walking. But she went steadily on, finding the common people in England not unkind, though in- ferior in courtesy. She sbtalned food and shelter readily everywhere for small sums, and 1t hal ened often that folk gave her passage ir wagons for part of the way.
 In this way she went as far as Will lingham. rich, beautiful village. A mischance brought 1t about that she was taken before the rector. the Rev. Mir. Staunton. brother of Sir William Staunton of Willingham Hall. AL though she did not conflde the nature of her errand to him, sne had no diff ficulty in satisfying him of her char acter, and he gave her shelter for the night In the beautiful rectory, with the promise of a conveyance in the morning to help her on her way.
 That evening a servant asked her to follow him to see the master. She was led into a room where a young man lay on a couch. He turned pale and wasted face toward her and she could hardly repress a shriek, for 1t was the face of George Robertson.
 As soon as the servant had with drawn he asked her eagerly for news of her sister. Seeing that Jeanse was too bewildered and puzzled to speak to him, he ordered her impatieatly to sit down.
 T am going to put my life in your hands to help you save Efle." said he. Listen! I must tell you the whole story so that you will understand"
 Fevershly, stopping occasionally to gasp for breath, he told JeanIe that he was the son of the minister and heir to his uncle's title and estate. Tempted by a freakish and restless spirit he sought adventure. and finally fell in with Wilson, whose smuggling exploits delighted his own wild blood. It was during this time that he met Ef1e. He had meant her no i'll: and he had in. tended to marry her, when his mad participation in the robbery of the Col lector placed him into jeopardy of his life.
 Unable to aid Fine otherwise, he sent her money and directed her to seek the house of Mrs Murdockson, who was indebted to him. He had learned too late that the woman, to avense & wrong which he had done her daugh- ter, had either killed Effie's child or carried 1t off and had disappeared shortly afterward. leaving the girl to face the charge of child-murder with out witness to help her.
 T tried to save Wilson after my es- cape" continued Robertson. or, rather, Staunton, "but I arrived too late, be- caues the authorities had executed him half an hour earlier than the an- nounced time. led the attack on the toll-booth under the name of MadRe Wildfre. My object was double wanted to avenge Wilson's death on Porteous. but also wanted to rescue Effie. failed in the latter design.
 Then l fled to my home here and lay hidden till Effie's trial. When I learned that she was sentenced to death, took horse to ride to London and there compound with Sir Horace Walpole for your sisters life by offer ing him. in the person of the heir of Willingham, the notorious George Rob ertson, the breaker of the Toll-booth. The Government is too angry about the Porteous mob not to agree to the bar gain. Queens love revenge. But I had not ridden ten miles before my horse, the best animal in the country. fell on a level piece of road and was brought back Lere, utterly helpless and destined to remain here for many weeks to come.
 Go you now to the Duke of Argyle. Try for your sisters pardon AS you have planned. But if all other efforts Tall you, sacrifice me. Tell the Duke that you have the leader of the Porte ous mob in your power. Make your own terms. You will save not merely your sisters life, but gain reward and honors for yourself by delivering to the executioner the man most wanted just now by the Queen and her Ininis- ters. l shall not fail you. I shall wait here r"
 The Rev MT. staunton. ignorant of the tragic ties that bound the Scotch wayfarer and his wild, ne'er-do-well son, exerted himself so we'll in his kindness that Jeanie was carried sthe rest of her way to London by coach. Therefore two day afterwards the Duke of Argyle was acquainted with the fact that a country girl from Scot land was waiting below.
 Few men were more generous or more sincere lovers of their native land than John. Duke of Argyle. The poor Scotch girl, standing before him with her hands modestly crossed on her breast, commanded as much attention from him as he would have granted to an earl. He listened to her story with deep interest. and 1t was with true sorrow that he told her how small his influence was at court and how determined the sovereign was to show no clemency to any Scottish criminal.
 While he was speaking he cast his eye over the letters that Jeanie had brought with her When he read his