The Wizard's Son

clearly marked upon the transparent atmosphere. It was not till two days after the conversation above recorded—for there had been much to explain, and Walter was so little acquainte

long, quivering. This added rather than took away from her appearance of youth. She was like a child who had exhausted itself with crying, and still trem

e,” she said; “and you must nev

rt by this look of trouble on

p one’s own way,” he said, in the light

ffort to smil

. You are a self-denying race, to believe y

yield?” he asked. “You may be sure I

bright old eyes; her hand

. “I will do nothing but pray for you, a

that this was not so, and was angry with himself for the thought. But how find his way out of the perplexity? He shook it off, which is always the easiest way; and soon the landscape began to attract his attention, and he forgot by degrees that there was anything very unusual in the circumstances of his journey. It was not till the first long stage of this journey was over that he was suddenly ro

d, with surprise, and a mixt

respect, yet always a twinkle in his eye, “but as the other man did not

ed an attachment to the race, not to the individual members of it, whose head was garlanded with crape in the quaint Scotch way for Walter’s predecessor, and who had “identified himself with the Erradeens.” He reminded himself that he was in the country of Caleb Balderstone and Ritchie Moniplies, and he resigned himself to necessity. Symington’s comic yet s

He thought her the very impersonation of all he had ever heard of Scotch beauty, and so would most observers to whom Scotland is a new country. The native Scot is aware that there are as many brown locks as golden, and as many dark maidens as fair ones in his own country; but notwithstanding, to the stranger it is the fair who is the type. This young lady was warmly clothed in dark tweed, of the ruddy heathery hue which is now so general, not long enough to conceal her well-shod feet, closely fitting, and adapted for constant walking and movement. She seemed to be met by friends all along the route. From the carriage window Walter saw her look out with little cries of pleasure. “Oh, is that you, Jack?” “Oh, Nelly, where are you going?” “Oh, come in here, there is room in this carriage,” and such like. She was always leaning out to say a word to somebody, either of farewell or welcome. “You will remember me to your mother,” old gentlemen would call to her, as the train went on. Walter was greatly in want of amusement, and he was at the age when a girl is always interesting. She beca

h?” she asked after the

the thought that he took off the icy edge of the gale and sheltered the little slim creature in her close ulster behind, about whose shoulders the maid had wound the snowy mass of a great white knitted shawl. The low sun was in their faces as they toiled and rattled along, and the clear wintry blue of the sky was already strewn with radiant rosy masses of cloud. When they reached the highest point of the road the dazzling gleam of the great loch lying at their feet and made into a mirror of steel by the last blaze of the sun before it disappeared, dazzled the young man, who could see nothing except the cold intolerable brightness; but in a moment more the scene disclosed itself. Hills all purple in the sunset, clothed with that ineffable velvet down which softens every outline, opened out on either side, showing long lines of indistinct green valleys and narrower ravines that ran between, all conve

cold weather for touring, sir; but it’s a grand countr

ause, and when she spoke again it was with a flattering adoption of W

If we could get there soon enough we mi

lance behind him, and fe

: there has been the light lighted in the castle these two nights past. We have just thoug

lady; and at this the coachman, turning sli

as steady as a star. There are many that say they never can see it;

ot see it?” said th

his leader, which made the w

he said. “They will tell ye it cannot be—so how can you

of a light; but if ye tell me it’s something supernatural, there can be no doubt I will answer ye that there’s nothing supernatural. If you were to tell me ye had seen

the third night since it began, and we’ve a’ seen it on the Isle. Hamish, he says the new lord maun be of a dour kind to need so many

Walter being immediately in front of her could still hea

know that he was the heir; so how could he ken? as I say to Hamish. But Hamish he insists that it’s in

o the same. I would not be called like tha

an auld, auld story; how can the li

d accessories. Now there’s nobody, or next to nobody, living in that auld ruin. It’s some rendeyvouss, I can easily understand that. The days of conspiracies are gone by, or I would say it was something against the state;

the maid, “as everybody knows!

g lady interf

voice continued, stifled as if

s—I’m saying nothing, Miss Oona, bu

eed of entering into it with them that believe naething. I’m no what ye call

ind of a glimmer up upon the auld tower? So are there corpse-candles, if I’m

river angrily; whilst Mysie behind murmured—“It’s we

little faith in corpse-candles as any bagman ever had, and the embarrassed and uneasy consciousness he had that the end of his journey was inexplicable, and its purpose ridiculous, led him much more to the conclusion that he was being placed in a ludicrous position, than that there was anything solemnly or awfully mysterious i

not knowing how to shape his inquiry; then added,

ooms; aye ready for my lord. But I can tell ye naething about that, for I’m always on the road, and I see nothing but a wheen tourists in the summer, that are seeking informa

ler; “there are too many for us all to know each other

inn had come out to the door, and there was a great sound of salutations and exclamations of welcome. “But I mustna keep you, Miss Oona, and your mamma countin’ the moments; and there’s two or three parcels,” the woman said. The air had begun to grow a little brown, as the Italians say, that faint veil of gathering shade which is still not darkness, was putting out by degrees the radiance of the sky, and as Walter stood listening all the mingled sounds of the arrival rose together in a similar mist of sound, through which he sought for the soft little accents of the young lady’s voice amid the noises of the unharnessing, the horses’ hoofs and ostler’s pails, and louder tones. Presently he saw her emerge from the group with her maid, laden with baskets and small parcels, and embarking under the conduct of the man in the red shirt, whom she greeted affectionately as Hamish, assume her place in the st

her white apron, which made a great point in the landscape, so bro

ou be biding for the night? Before we dish up the di

er, not paying much attention; “and where is she going? It

said the landlady; “but as I wa

id Walter; “and where is Kinloch Hou

he beach, and there is a boat there, but not your lordship’s own, any more than there was a carriage waiting at Baldally. We

p staring at Lord Erradeen with all their eyes. John explained h

f yourself, it is just your ain blame. I was thinking of no lord or any such cattle. I was just thinking upon my beasts. As for a lord that gangs about like yon, deceiving honest folk, I wouldna give that for him,”

on—and I hope your lordship found them a’ civil. Bi

humble passengers who were bringing her no custom, but merely passing her door to the ferry-boat that waited to take them across the loch. Everywhere there was a friendly interchange, a gleam of human warmth and mutual consolation. But before him lay the dark water, with a dark shadow of mingled towers and trees lying upon it at some distance. He understood vaguely that this was Kinloch Houran, and the sight of it was not inviting. He did not know what it might be that should meet him there, but whatever it was it repelled and revolted him. He seemed to be about to overpass some invisible boundary of truth and to venture into the false, into regions in which folly and trickery reigned. There was in Walter’s mind all the sentiment of his century towards the supernatural. He had an angry disbelief in his mind, not the tranquil contempt of the indifferent. His annoyed and irritated scorn perhaps was nearer faith than he supposed; but he was impatient of being called upon to give any of his attention to those fables of the

lly that nothing could come of it. What law could force him to observe an antiquated superstition? It was folly to threaten him with impossible penalties. And even if a thing so absurd could happen as that he should be punished in purse or property for acting like a man of sense instead of a fool, what then? The mere possibility of the risk made Walter more disposed to incur it. It was monstrous and insufferable that he should be m

ards the dark, half-seen towers and gables. Some of them were so irregular in outline that they could be nothing but ruins. He began to think of the past, mute, out of date, harmless to affect the life that had replaced it, which had taken refuge there. And he remembered his own argument about the courtesy that the living owed to the dead. Well! if it was so, if it was as a politeness, a courtesy to the past, it might be unworthy a gentleman to refuse it. And perhaps when all was said it was just a little cowardly to turn one’s back upon a possible danger, upon what at least the vulgar thought a danger.