The Washington times., 1912-07-05
THE PRINCE OF PRETENSE
STEPHEN CHALMERS
Copyright. The Frank A. Munsey Col

, your neck every trip without making
| a national issue Of It? The revenue
| would like fine to catch me smuggling
| whisky. How much more would they
Cling princes-hey?'
III ye can do one, ye can do the
other" said McHendrick.
That's true enough" admitted the
risk and the trouble If I'm caught.
Heather Bloom smuggler, has hidden
beneath the coat Of Capt. John Grant.
pillar of respectable religion in Morag.
either II Capt. John Grant is: caught
smuggling Charles Edward, King OF
Scotland. back to France, when the
tcountry's swarming with redcoats!
t'Well?" said Mc1fendrick tentatiVey'
He knew his man--knew that his pro-
testatiohs usually ended as this one did
We'll. one more risk won't mater
| much in the long run, said the smuE.
Hairy fist FRI do iii where's your
man? Let me see what a King looks
| like
The shepherd smiled as he noted the
sn OF eyea He went to the
and drew it open just as II seemed &c
come inward to meet him. Major fltz'
! william, his face particularly repuisivt
under it's bruised markings. stepped in
"Ah, pardon me, gentlemen" said ne
with a blase smile. DO 1 intrude?
| was looking for a Frenchman by tho
name Of Jules Guerin. .,y,s-,,r
| quietly. r-,.-
| william advancing toward the door Do
stop" said the shepherd, barring tne
way with his crook stick. ,o,,
| "IndeeiI Whom do you conceaiF
There Is woman in that ROOM f"'
! : cannot enter There .,,,,. ,,r,,
ing away. He looked at the giant
What yours?" retorted the giant
seemingly, much amused: pia .a ye ial
"sir" thundered Fitzwililam
/ Tut, tut!'' said Grant, unpieasantiy
Run away and play soldier htti'
| man." 49,. -
Fitzwillian grew crimson with anger
| He reache to his sword-hilt, while th'
giant smuggler regarded him with con
temptuous eyes. A battle was ayertes
only by Margaret suddenly appearing IL
| the doorway OF the bedroom. She hac
been disturbed by the loud voices;
! : Fitzwilliam half turned and glance(
at her. Then he wholly. turned ant
started At her; His face expressed Gun
"nS nSb@ sa'ii1e'9Shi he sSid softly, Miss Dalg
leish. Of Inverlachie. / salute you
! ma 'mselle. Good morning, gentlemen.
He waved a hand to Heather-Bloom,
Presently my friend" said he.
Fitzwilliam descended the woodei
staircase. The 'smugglers were noisil!
eating porridss; t,1r The ,nt major no. 1ooHe' He
who could possibly be a Frenchman
let alone the Frenchman that fool York
had so wittily described. To his inquir
les before he had gone upstairs Fitz
| AI tf0fa NJ IN
The men said at first that there was n
Frenchman, then admitted he had dis
But Fitzwilliam was highly please
with himself when he left the inn. II
walked down tie road toward the river
| keeping close to the ditch. Out of tn
corners of his eyes he saw an occasiona
flash of red. and to each flash OF color
he said quietly, without turning hi
head:
Remain on guard and challenge any
one who leaves the Cothouse. Pass tn
word around the line"
He himself continued toward the riv
er, not far distant.
Presently he crossed the rude brldG
that spanned the Echaig. He wake
SLOWLY along the river bank road on tn
opposite side his eyes open for wheel
marks He presently found them, wher
they turned into a deep coppice.
He stepped into the woods. followin
the tracks. But he did not go ten pace
before a quiet, even voice addresse
him. Looking up. he saw a man dresse
like a French sailor. But In broad day
light Fftzwilliam, at least. was not to b
deceived, either by the costume or b
the fact that Casimir had shaved o.
his beard and mustache.
In his right hand Charles Edwar
carried a naked sword, although
wore neither sword belt nor scabbard.
Good morning. Captain--Major Fit1
william" said the American. with
cold smile. IF it suits you, l find tn
time convenient for the settling of on
private matters. Are you ready, sir? ?
A Continuation of This story Wi
BE Found In Tomorrow's