The Washington times., 1912-07-10
CHAPTER xx.-(Continued.)

Vt WAS after he had been in the vii
lage nearly six months. and when
i the Corsican's movements were
again stirring the tempest of war,
that Charles Edward Cashmir spoke
publicly.
1t was at a meeting of the clan.
Marsdret was there. The British Lion
hao Just be IN roaring from Will Craig s
ynouth-roarins Of the terrors that were
IN store for England If something's no
oln rlcht ava tae er-r-rush Napolyn,"
when Nj. Richmond arose and bowed to
the dominic. Jamie Dalgleish, who had
often marked this stranger, bowed rec
oEnition of his right to the floor,
Mr. Richmond spoke quietly. but as
one with authority. He pointed out.
With convincing calm. thai there was
little to fear from, Napoleon. The Cor
sicians day was over. He had con-
9ucred at leipsic. but the victory had
been offset by the repeated failures of
his generals elsewhere. They. might
say that Napoleon must win where he
commanded in person, out a closer
analysis Of the situation tended to show
that the mans power extended no
where beyond his own shadow. He
alone remained powerful because Of
his name and presence. a power like
that must sooner or lat er fade.
THE day Napoleon meets england
and that day IS near said Mr.. Rich
mond. amid absolute, attentive still
ness. that day will see a decisive bat
tic in which Napoleon will sink to rise
no more
The speech. coming from the re
served Mr. Richmond and conveying
80 much that appealed to comrion
the gathering, sandy McCIung intro
duced the speaker to the chairman.
Margaret stood behind her father. her
face pale ana expressionless.
"Yc mind me o. some one,' said the
diminie. with n sudden moisture in his
eyes. He turned away abruptly. and,
TO cover q sudden emotion of memory,
he said bluntly:
This is my lass, sir. Margaret. this
Then Margaret did an odd thing. She
smiled and held out her hard quite
frankly.
How do you do, Mr.. Richmond? %
she said with quiet emphasis on the
name.
A week later the dominic asked Mr..
It was after kirk Richmond glanced at
Margaret before replying. Her face ex-
pressed nothing.
II will be happy to come. If nothing
intervenes to make 1t impossible said
he.
Nothing intervened. He went. Mar
garet received him as a stranger with
whom her father had become acquaint-
ed. Her own hands laid the plates and
knives and forks. She herself waited
on the two men. Casimir trembled as
he helped himself to potatoes out of a
QiSh tnRt ner mana nelQ.
Miss Margaret said he confusedly,
will you not sit down and let me help
your"
No" she said simply. Scotland is a
mans country.
After supper the two men went to the
'stewdy'' and smoked, while the clatter
Of dishes came from the kitchen. CAST
mir did not hear the old mans talk.
whence the last clack of the last saucer
presently came. Then Margaret ap-
peared, having paused at the door to
wipe her hands on her apron.
Then Mr.. Richmond paid more atten-
tion to what the dominic was saying
The first time / saw you l was mind
ed OF great parsonage who once came
to my house." the dominic was explain
ing.
Margaret glanced at Mr.. Richmond;
and she sat down. The strangers face
was drawn with pain. Her heart SYM
pathized while it exulted. Jamie began
lips in years. Why he told it, neither
Margaret or Charles Edward Casimir
ever understood. save that Mr.. Rich
mond minded him of that great per-
sonage."
The domlnie's words grew more fervid
as he spoke Of the King over the
water" AS was usual when touched,
even remotely, upon this stirring sub
tect, he finished his outburst with a
flood of berserk tears.
Margaret, who was ever trying to
steer her father away from the subject,
forgot this time to guard, such was the
Richmond. Her fathers anguish was
as nothing to this mans. Casimir was
being Crucified, and every word that
came from the old mans loyal heart
was a white-hot nail that pierced the
listener to the raw. His face was drawn
and llvid, but his ashen lips were set,
as Is he knew that this agony was good
for his ailment, and that 1t must be
fn
He might have stopped the dominic
with a plea of illness. He could have
stopped him with some trivial remark,
for tragedy readily retires abashed be-
fore pathos. But he said nothing; he
did nothing To Margaret's surprise
he sat there and suffered, patiently,
;submissively, even when the old Jacob
Oite spoke of Charles Edwards kingly
bearing and physical beauty and mental
mobility. There came a sheen of mois-
Iture to Casimir's brow-and all at once
something snapped In Margaret,s heart
She slowly arose to her feet. her face
radiant with compassion. But instantly
Casimir looked up and half raised a
hand.
serve to hear this story"
The dominic, who had been sitting
with bowed head, trying to overcome
his half-childish emotion, looked up
Casimir said to him. with deadly calm;
Sir is 1t not just possible, from all
the facts in the case, as you have relat-
ed them. that this man was merely a
prince of pretense-that he was pre-
tender in the strict sense-some con-
temptible spy
That was as far as he got The dom
inle forgot his place as host in the re.
alization, perhaps. that Mr.. Richmond
had forgotten his manners as guest.
Sir" he exclaimed angrily.
IT beg your pardon" said Casimir
The dominic recovered himself in
stantly. He shook the tears from hi:
face with a toss OF his leonine head
and sat down with a frown. For {
moment there was awkward stiffness
Margaret, who had remained standing
took the fiddle and the bow from th'
nail over the bookshelf, She handed
the instrument to Casmir and said
"sir, will you not play for my fethc
and me|'
He took the fiddle without a word
II was as If she connected him with th
past in asserting that he knew how t
play the instrument. And in her voice
in her face-there was great compass
sion.
Margaret quietly sat down while n
tuned the fiddle He kept his fac
ayerted from hers and presently n
began to play. To her wonder and ds