The Washington times., 1912-06-21
THE PRINCE OF PRETENSE
By
STEPHEN CHALMERS
Copyright. The Frank A. Munssy Co,

The dominic waved an impatient, Inn
perative hand. Poor dominic! He was
moving in dream. Sir James Dalg-
leish was he! A grand name for
the Kings guardian, the Kings ad-
viser-sir James Dalgleish, the King
maker.
Hush, childr' said he.
A little troubled crowd appeared on
Margaret's brow. 1t was a momentary
dread of-she knew not what
But 1t passed as she looked at her
father and understood. She seemed to
mems feet, the roll of the drums and
the fierce slogan of the pipes. What
could withstand the wild men Of the
mountains-the men who had fought
England to do against the Highlanders
when they thundered across the border
with the rightful King of Scotland at
their head 1.-THE immortal Charlie who
would come and come again" until
the house of Hanover was crumbled in
ruin!
The dominic suddenly halted and lis
tened. Through walls and closed doors
novice. 1t was an old lament which
presently passed into a lively Scotch
reel. Dalgleish looked at his daughter,
and the tears laughed in his eyes. He
the "srewdy" door, wnere he paused
long enough to give a respectful knock.
Come in!' cried a gay voice.
jamie entered. Then he stood for a
moment, staring at man transformed.
The last dounbt in the schoolmaster's 8
mind was wiped out, never to return.
The parsonage before him was-could
be no other than--the King of Scotland! I!
Casimir, translating the expression of
the dominie's face correctly, entered into
the spirit of the moment He laid aside
the fiddle and folded his arms.
Margaret, running to her fathers side
in ~ h htu hna nxfy
her prince come again to his own land,
his own people, his own costume. The
royal kilt half revealed a pair OF
straight, sinewy limbs, with bare, clean
ing from his brooched shoulder to his
ankles, impaired a dashing grace to the
tall figure, while the cleaning buttons
dirk-hilts, and the cadrngorm stone add
ed to that color which is unrivaled in
| the Stuart costume.
Over the refined face with the little
| mustache and the imperial chin-spot
cssn bonnet bs s,t Of blue With silver
eyes travelled over the man from his
| buckled shoes to the clasped bonnet
Then she rushed to the front room.
.I,,i In minute @ she came painting back
ran to Casimir. His face betrayed as
| tonishment at her impetuosity. She saw
| 1t, and came to halt before him, a con-
fused blush on her bonnie face. In her
|
| feathers.
Casimir instinctively. took the bonnet
| from his head. She, misunderstanding
the action, held out her hand to take it.
He looked at her questionlngly. Then he
! saw what she wanted.
| Her fingers trembled as she fastened
| the arching feathers in the silver clasp.
Presently she liftei her eyes to his and
held out the bonnet. A swift change
J came over the mans face as she curt
sled low.
NO! No. he exclaimed. 1T is I
! He dropped on one knee as she
| Strengthened up. for he had seen the
! in her face. He seized the hand which
i held the bonnet and touched 1t with his
! lips. Then he arose and looked down
I into her radiant face. He took the bon
net and placed It reverently upon her
| own head. AS Napoleon's hat will trans
form almost any face to a likeness of
| the Corsican, so in an instant all the
racial features Of the Scotchwoman
stood revealed. doubly strong. beneath
the. blue bonnet with the proud black
| cocks feathers.
IF am Charles Edward" said Cas-
imir. with a sad smile, then have ]
found brave Flora Macdonald"
! The dominic in the doorway tried to
cry out protest against the parellel
but his tongue Glove to the roof of his
mouth, for Margaret was looking up
into the face of the prince with eyes
that saw nothing. dreaming nothing, but
her prince.
I. Bring him when us nearer /
wish" he added, with almost childish
usefulness, Il wish that all may see
him."
Coptinus Hon NJ Tbi. Storx VIII