The Washington times., 1912-06-29
CHAPTER XII.
A Wanderer In the Might.

al easy matter TO pass un-
observed to the beach. The whole
population was gathered before the
school house, and every sense of every
man was strained upon the passage of
words that was taking place between
Captain Kilby and the Macgregor
CHARLES Edward skirted the crowd with
Out being recognized. and strolled down
the cobbled street to the shore road.
Here he turned to the right, and pres
emily stepped on the military road
winch he had traversed two nights be-
lore He knew that the road was safe
me redcoats were not at the fort
Still, he observed caution until he had
passed the frowning stone buildings of
the Enfilish stronghold. Then, with mis-
% chln on his breast. he walked absently
along the road to st. Catherines
The man was overwhelmed by the
ignominy of his position But for the
present humiliation was overwhelmed
by the memory of the recent interview
result somewhat deepened the sense Of
ignominy
He had liked Margaret. Liked? He
the moment he saw her at his bedside
In the 'stewdy." Coming out of the
blackness of unconsciousness. he had
been under the delusion that 1t was his
mothers face that looked at him. The
impression Of that tender delusion had
never quite left him when he looked
at. or thought Of. Margaret. When he
had sat In church by her side. waylay-
Ing the sly gIances which she shot at
him when the minister made pointed
references. he had been more thrilled
by her nearness than by the personal
illusions Of the preacher
But his position in the worid-his sit
uatton as n pawn of nations-had pre-
cluded all thought of loving this girl.
He was an actor in a great information
al drama; His own identity. his own
feelings, had no place in affairs. He
had no right 10 love. or allow himself
to be loved. Yet
Just how it had happened he. could
not rightly resolve in his mind. He
had seen something in a woman's voice
Like lightning the veil had been rent In
his own soul-the f1imsy veil, which
seemed thick only because It covered
darkness-and before he awoke to a
sense of shame to the fitness of things
he had found his sould swaying among
the stars with the woman's, and the
secret, which he had hardly suspected
himself, was out.
No matter what the denouement in the
'stewdy" had beer. or what its i'm
mediate cause, he had now to face the
fact that he loved Margaret Dalgleish
and that Margaret Dalgleish loved him
For man who has just made what is
groan that burst from his soul as he
walked along the moonlit military road
was strange. But his soul was rackeo
by a number of conflicting emotions
OF all lovers sensations-the sense OF
utter unworthiness. That the sense
was bitterly poignant was the redeeming
quality, If he had only known it. Nc
matter what he had done, the man was
a gentleman by birth and instinct.
And what had he done? He could
not speak of it, even to himself. The
time would presently come when he
would have to pass through moore
calling Gethsemane; for If ever they
met again-and they must not-it would
be his duty as man, whose love
would protect her even from himself, ia
tell her the whole truth.
Prince or patriot, it mattered little
He must now resume his own nameless
loveless life as an international pawn
and look to his own safety for the sake
Of the cause for which he fought.
1t was some consolation to his CULVER
ing instincts to feel that there was a
cause. and that he labored for 1t at the
expense OF his own most sacred feel
ings.. He had come to Scotland with a
mission. The fates had played fantas
tic pranks with him from the beginning
His mission had failed.
At the first move upon the scene Of
planned action. the p0werfuI SSert.Is Car lar
allies Of Sngland. had swept the board
The cause was lost: the rising quelled
Yet 1t might not, be the end yet. HI
block the game until circumstances al
tered the situation. The course was al
ignominious one; none knew how mucl
so but himself. But as long as he wal
uncantured, the rising would not b'
quelled. 1t would only hang fire and II
allegiance. The chieftains would find &
way and then!
In the meantime Margarets com
mand was repeating itself in the re
Cesses of the sub-Consciousness:
GO to the quarry knowe. Wall
straight to the north over the moor
and hills. You will come to a rough
grassy road at last. Turn to the right
and after a while you will find shep
herds cot. Enter and say ! sent you.
He lifted his eyes to the heavens
The moon was almost full 1t was
fine night for uncertain travel Th
stars We're clear. and the ploy finge
pointed suggestively to a bright star,
seeming rod above it. There was hi
compass by which to cross the hill
and moors to that grassy road and tina
mysterious cot.
He would meet the shepherd there
His name was Angus McHendrick
Angus would do the rest. even TO con
cealing him until the word" wa
brought. Casimir shivered at the igno
miny of II all
He was startled to alertness by al
uncertain footstep on the road. TIL
hunched figure OF a man was coming
toward him from the direction of tn
quarry. The figure stumbled an,
swayed and lurched. Charles Edward
believing the person intoxicated. di'
not leave the road. But he carefull