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CHAPTER III (continued).

thought It might be that young
redcoat captain.-Kilby-in COM
mand at Fort ames. Peggy had
been very quiet since-since about
the time Kilby took command at
the fort in place of Major Fitzwilliam.
AT one time the doctor had thought It
might be Fitzwilliam, and the thought
had not pleased him overmuch. F'itz-
william had never appealed to Wal
lace's discerning instincts.
Anyhow, F1tzwilliam was gone and
young kilby was in command. And
young Kilby seemed to fancy Peggy.
Very well. That was not so bad. KiIby
was nice lad, a gentleman. even il he
was a redcoat and a Sassenach. wal
lace thought he might do worse than
encourage the match
But when Peggy, with the quiet
mouth and the solemn hazel eyes, lifted
her face to his at the breakfast table,
the Doctors worry returned. What was
the matter with the girl--his little Peg
gy-and what had she in secret with
Janet Glen? So far as the doctors
opinion went. Janet was a fine woman.
In fact
"Oh, fddlesticks!" Wallace mentally
exclaimed and fell to with a porridge-
In the kitchen Of the square, white,
Dalgleish was pairing potatoes. Her
les" with mechanical precision. An oc-
casional little splash in a pail of water
told Of another ready for the pot.
But Margaret was in a state of men
tai exaltation. She had inherited some
of her fathers Imagination. and by the
time her prince" had been moved to
more comfortable quarters in the
him. and she herself had made her
bow before his throne. 1t was pleas
ant dream-while she pared potatoes!
The stranger stili slept, and mystery
seemed to jamie Dalgleish, who prowled
Inervously about the "stewdy," awaiting
the sleeper's awakening. Occasional :
he would pause and peer into the quiet
face.
Who was this man? Could he be
stuart? 1t was not impossible. The
dominic reviewed the whole history of
the hapless house as he knew it. After
the IS Charlie escaped to France. He
lived a desolate life there. Daigleish,
who knew the Scots temperament de-
thized. You see, there was the Polish
blood in Charles veins, got from the
Old Pretenders wife, who was a daugh-
ter Of John Sobieski, King Of Poland.
fered as Charlie did to stand strong and
in stern self-control against bitter dis
poin ntmtnet and the call of his mixed
blood.
But could there have been a son? No!
The Highlanders would have known.
They knew there was no issue of
Charles marriage with the Countess of
Albany, the marriage which terminated
in separation. There was Miss Walken-
shaw, Charles faithful mistress. But
that was a daughter, not a son, and
the daughter had been with him when
he died at Rome in 1888. No. II could
hardly be that this man, who was so
like the prince. was a son. The birth Of
truly royal heir to the crown of Eng
lnoised abroad. particularly among the
ever-hopeful acob!tes- The word would
have passed from lip to ear like a magic
All at once James Dalgleish stopped
in his noiseless promenade of the
'stewdy:" ray Of understanding had
flashed from some remote corner Of his
brain-his storehouse of facts. There
was brother of Prince Charlie, and
his brother had been rightful King of
Scotland and England after Charles
death.
The Old Pretcnder had two sons,
Charles Edward and Henry Benedict.
Little. was heard Of Henry, save that
for his relationship he was elevated to
Renedict. XIV: Fhat was in l7l7. when
Henry Ief. England-which was no
place for n Stuart,--and went to Rome.
1Ie was called Cardinal York And
when Charlie died n Rome did not this
, cardinal brother assume regal style and
land'
What became of him? Dalgleish re-
membered bit by bit The expulsion of
T1fus VI from Rome and other events
following the convulsions of France
drove the self-styled king to Venice.
King George. out of pity, settled four
thousand pounds per arnum upon the
unfortunate man, who had teen pen
niless and growing old.
He died: Ee was eighty-two when he
died. This man on the bed was about
thirty, Or perhaps he was thirty-fve.
Might he not be son of Henry? Such a
likeness could only be accounted for
was the name-Charles Edward!
By this time Dalgleish had worked
himself into fury Of eagerness II
prov" his surmises correct Already,
inie was overwhelmed with conviction.
or rather a determination to be con-
vtnced in the face Of whatever contrary
facts might arise. He could hardly re-
strain his eagerness to wake the man
on the bed and pour into his ears a vol
ley of questions and a string OF as
sertions which would leave him no
chance of denying his identity.
But the man slept on. Dalgleish tried
TO turn his racing thoughts to some di-
version. The strangers clothing hung
on a wooden clothes horse before the
fire. The dominic curously eyed their
rich texture. They were French in
make and style, They favored the court
of Napoleon At present they were
stea inning. and giving off the stuffy odo'
Of drying cloth and evaporating sea-
water.
All at once Dalglesh remembered that
the pockets had not been searched.
There might be articles which would
require delicate treatment to save them
from destruction. There might be pa
pers, soaked with sea-water, which
could be spread to dry.
He felt a little ashamed Of the eager
ness with which he ran his hands over
the garments He found few little
things which he set near the fire. Then
his hand encountered paper. damp aud
soft He carefully withdrew his hand
and a packet of blurred letters. Befor1
he realized what he was doing he was
staring at the uppermost.
Dalgleish started. He suddenly puI
the letters away from him. Next mo-
ment he was walking up and down.
more nervously than ever, trying to
drive from his mind the thing that in
voluntary glance had revealed to him.
He had not meant to look-to pry
into the mans private affairs; but what
lhe had seen had such bearing upon
upon this mans identity, and 1t so ex-
planned his presence in Scotland that
the dominic began to Shake with tri-
umph. He was right! He was right!
This man
But what had he seen? He stopped
on the. rug mat and tried to control his
racing mind The deed was done-inad'
vertently, he tried to assure himself