The Last of the Legions and Other Tales of Long Ago

h to see, a town councillor of Melrose, an elder of the Church, and the chairman of the local branch of the Young Men's Christian Association. Brown was his name-and you saw it printed up as "B

Scotch woman. No greater contrast could be found than the big tawny man and the da

the excavators, with here and there an exposure of old stonework to show the foundations of the ancient walls. It had been a huge place, for the camp was fifty acres in extent, and the fort fifteen. However, it was all made easy for them since Mr. Brown knew the farmer to whom the land belonged. Under his guidance they spent

id he. "Maybe you'd best rest

as certainly very pale, and her

wearied you. I'm thinkin

a dreamland place. It all seems so close and so near

kitchen midden-pits you would gues

did the

k round could thole them no longer, so they just up and burned the

arsome night," said she. "The sky must have been red that

and it may be your words that have done it; but I seem to see that business a

nd the smoke gripped you by the throa

y aboot the old fort," said he. "I've shown many a one ower it,

edge of the foss, and a pit

the skeleton of a man wi' a spear by his side. I'm thinkin' he was grippin' it when he died. Now, how cam' a man wi' a

et clear of the sava

here, mam, to answer a' oor deeficulties sae readily. Now, here's the altar that we foond last week. There's an

one. There was a large deeply

V' stand for?

ns," the gu

was paler than ever, her eyes far away, as one who

" asked her h

s from sleep. "What were we

'VV' upon

he name of the Legion w

u gave some

! How should I ken

ething-'Victr

the queerest feeling, this place, as if

most of fear in his bold grey eyes. "I feel it mysel'. I think we'll just be wishin

nto their blood. All the evening they were silent and thoughtful, but such remarks as they did make showed that the same subject was in the mind of each. Brown had a restless night, in which h

has ever come to me in my waking life has been more clear

t-tell me slo

ould see no one. There was a low chink of steel sometimes, and then a number of voices would whisper 'Hush!' I had a ragged club in my hand, and it had spikes o' iron near the end of it. My heart was beatin' quickly, and I felt that a moment of great danger and excit

. A bright red light shone out, and the river was a scarlet streak. I could see my companions now. They were more like devils than men, wild figures clad in skins, with their hair and beards streamin'. They were all mad with rage, jumpin' as they ran, their mouths open, their arms wavin', the red light beatin' on their faces. I ran, too, and yelled out curses like the rest. Then I heard a great cracklin' of wood, and I knew that the palisades were doon. There was a loud whistlin' in my ears, and I was aware that arrows were flyin

d then I was alone among the buildings. Some one ran across in front o' me. It was a woman. I caught her by the arm, a

her dry lips. "It

tened eyes. You looked white and bonnie and wonderful in the firelight. I had just one thought in my head-to get you awa' with me; to keep you all to mysel' in my own home somewher

night in my dream. You screamed. He came runnin' in the firelight. His head was bare; his hair was black and curled; he had a naked sword in h

g to her feet with

rute! you brute! you brute!" There was a clatter of

range glimpse of a forgotten life had come to them. But it closed down, never to open again. They live their narrow round-he in his shop, she i