A Daughter of Raasay

or reinforcements and in making preparations for the invasion three weeks were lost, but at last, on the 31st of October, came the order for the march.

petuous gallantry of the clansmen made the enterprise less mad than it appeared upon the face of it. Mor

lessen my impatience to know that the girl was laughing in her sleeve at my restlessness. She took a malicious pleasure in drawing out her hobnailed admirer on the interesting subject of sheep-rot. At last, having tormented me to the limit of prudence, she got rid of him. To say truth, Miss Aileen had for weeks held me on the tenter-hooks of doubt, now

mely solicitous of obtaining for a favour. 'Twas a satisfaction to me that my rustic friend departed without it. He was no sooner gone than I came near and perched m

r Malcolm

o-

whom

ss marching south with the P

. For which one is the favour?

e askance, demu

ll when you see

the which mirth b

d as I am, this fine l

of my sullenness dan

m as well?" I blurt

, without the least s

ays laughing at me. By Heaven, I w

laughter. "Troth, and you needna fear, K

rent flattery, but stopped with a sudden divination of

werena showing the good gumption

ok hands. I came back to b

not laugh at me these last few minutes. We marc

either cheek the colour ran out of her face. I drove my news home, pl

ever cross the bor

y. 'Tis one thing for a high-spirited woman to buckle on the sw

ing of that at all,

lying quiet under the sod, Aileen, before we reach London town. From the ownership of broad

entlemen should," she said, so

them?" I asked, maki

lid, head thrown back, the pulse in

will not be," she

if

plored me to desist; so too the dee

our losses heavy. It's his death

The long live day we sit, and can do nothing but wait and wait. After every fight will not some mother be crooning the coronach for her dear son? Every glen will have its wailing wife and its fatherl

mother, wife, nor lover. Will there be

the film of gathering tears-"we will be waiting till they are n

d her, smiling, "but hope never

lacking) mine, my friend." Then with the quick change of mood that was so characteristic of her, she added: "But I will be the poor fr

uplift of our cause

When my King

on me, tender,

d, Kenneth. It goes to t

hat rewards me a h

asked, "Must you b

y pinned the cockade on the lapel of my coat. I

ou for that,

ed that I had made compact with myself not to speak till the campaign was ended and the Prince seat

self before the horse of the Prince, begging for "the King's touch." In each case the Young Chevalier disclaimed any power of healing, but his kindly heart forbade his denying the piteous appeal. With a slight smile of sympathy he would comply with the request, saying, "I touch, but God heal." At the h

ince smiled and bowed to her, then said something which I did not catch to Creagh who was riding beside him. The Irishman laughed and looked over at me, as did also the Prince. His Highness asked another question or two, and presently Tony fell into narration. From the young Stuart Prince's curious looks at me 'twas plain to be seen that Creagh was recounting the tale of my adventures. Onc