The Washington times., 1912-06-30

And when the Highlanders - wild |
Cameron Of Lochie,. the shrewd. fear
and the scion OF thousand chieftains |
of the Clan Ranald-stood before him, |
the lie had passed his lips for the first |
astonished even himself; for the thrill |
of drama had been in his veins and for |
the moment he had half believed that
he was indeed Bonnie Prince Charlie, |
Summon the men of the north I
prince, or prince Of pretense, he would
His work was done. The mine was
exploded. 1t would be weeks before
England awoke to the fact that 1t was
but a flash in the pan, a carefully
|, from other International plots.
True, Casimer himself was undone,
In his own eyes and In the eyes OF
| those who had befriended him. But
long as he effected his escape from
| Scotland, he knew that the temper of
| those who had befrtended him would
keep, them loyal to his memory, firm
contrary. And their confidence, their
| loyalty, was the bitterest draught OF
the whole cup.
About 8 o'clock in the morning he
a, grassy road. marked with cart
wheels. ran to the northeast beside a
noisy. bouldery brook, fringed with
mr.: This was thes road Margaret had
He struck of to the right, his soul
burning with the bitterness OF the fact
that even now he was taking advantage
of her love and solicitude. He walked
on as man in a dream, his thoughts
as confused, as insistent in their confu-
sion, as the waters that quarreled with
| the boulders of the stream.
| Just as dawn was making a halo in
the east, he saw dim light on the bare
| hillside to the right, ahead Of him. This
must be the shepherds cot:
| A sheep-dog-a bushy collies sprang
from the doorstep of little thatched,
| whitewashed cootage and rushed fero-
ciously at him. Casimir advanced, un-
needing. He was not afraid of dogs,
skirted around his legs, with a quick
shifting. Charles Edward spoke a word
| and the animal ran ahead OF him to the
door, which was instantly opened by a
| man wrapped in pepper-and-sa tar
tan plaid and carrying a rush-light.
Who comesr' said he in Gaelic.
Casimir did not understand the exact
words, but he knew It was a challenge.
the good word Of Margaret Daigieish."
he replied.
"Hech. aye" said the man. in the dia-
ava ben. Frae Margaret-hey2 Her
that?'
mo. I will explain presently"
They had reached the middle Of the
which the cottage boasted. 1t was im-
H;aculately clean. Casimir saw at a
glance. The floor slabs were secured
with clay, and decorated by spiral chalk
marks. There was a great open CHM
ney, and In corner was a rude bed.
On the wall rung a shepherds crook.
horn powder canister, and an old
fintlock. and a rams head, mounted on
ash, was glaring at a stuffed eagle.
The shepherd was holding up the rush
ignt. intent upon seeing his strange
cloak which he had worn against the
night air and stood revealed in the cos
tune Of the Stuart chieftain. The shep-
herd set down the rush-light with an
English:
IT. "Heay ven forgive me! Or is my sight
Sir" said the shepherd hercely.
in the world You are"
Il deny it, said Casimir before tho
name was uttered.
The shepherd stared at him: then his
eyes lit with understanding.
What brings We to my cot?" he ask
cd respectfully.
casimir,s hand slowly went to his
Lreast. For a moment 1t paused uncor-
tainly. Then he drew from an unseen
pocket piece Of paper. The shepherd
mo dolt, to judge by the small collec-
tlon OF DOCKS on homemade shelf
i opened the missYe and read:
Angus McHendrlck-Th bearer is a
good friend. You will know that. Keep
MARGARET"
You are safe here" said McHen-
drick tearing The paper into minute
fragments. Are you pursued?'
Not tonight, but I will be tcmor-
row.
What is your will?"
Casimir paused long time with his
/ head down AMI his fingers drumming
on the table. Then he looked up and
said. from the depth of sorrow, remorse,
and bitterness
: Tell ma how to reach Glasgow"
Would you take ship?" asked the
shepherd. astonished and. 1t seemed.
, slightlw disappointed.
| TT we're better-at this time-and at
| cnce."
He felt like a coward fighting for his
own skin. But he knew that to -prolons
t HIS sojourn IN Scotland meant death to
him and sorrow and ignominy to those
who had befriended him.
1T Ia n long way to Glasgow" musnd
|. the shepherd. land the road will be in
l on the lookout for YOU. Ye would be
, safer to bide with me and my friends.
3 The mountains are high and many and
= the glens are a sealed book to the
Sassenach redcoat."
rafo! III need Sab BE- cd.mi1 shall trRst R to Eoq.
l possible I would make Glasgow"
r Glasgow is England" said the shep-
!, herd. with a sneer for the lowlanders.
/ My object is to leave Scotland"
= at the royal figure. and shook. his
e head sadly.
: A Continuation of This Story VIII