Patsy

-for signalling such a treasure to a man who can appreciate her. You, Laurence, would have been long enough without opening your mouth. You had, I dare say, some idea of paying cou

to the niece of his host and sometime chief. The young men of the blood royal in those days considered such things as marks of hon

stically, to solve the Irish question. As the Prince who could easily most be spared, he had been ordered to show himself in the regions which had been convulsed by the rising of '98. He had esca

hom the "press" had found in the Bothy of Blairmore, was still the talk of the officers' mess when

Duke and his evil counsellor, Lord Wargrove, he was compelled to be silent. He could not even send a message to the girl

Galloway squires are apt to carry the vendetta rather far. They a

. She had better be a peeress in her own right and married with the left hand to my father's son, than stay here to spend her lif

y Lord Wargrove cynically, "or are you on

r family who has never pestered him. Besides, I have got him out of one or two difficu

t here is old De Raincy up at the castle yonder. He hates the Ferrises like poison, but I do not see myself going up there and asking for the loan of his best horses in orde

ved his han

provide some for me! Now good-night to you-I must see that girl again to-morrow. Gad, when I once get her safe to Lyonesse House, she shall w

lt but not unwilling captive. He judged from her easy familiarity in the matter of the wool-winding that h

ut it was that neither at Abbey Burnfoot nor at Cairn Ferris did any o

yke ten yards in front of him, and was followed by a shaggy, brown-eyed dog. The men exchanged a few words and then each went his own way. Adam Ferri

ather craft, to Ladykirk, where she had been received by Miss Aline with

easy to put hands upon when wanted, but Stair needed some one above suspicion, who could come and go freely. He remembered, with a grimace, that the ma

pause to ask himself why Stair Garland was taking so deep a concern in the matter. Patsy was his Patsy, and he flat

t with them as equals. Only he did not trouble his grandfather with the closeness of his acquaintance with his neighbours. The old gentleman would nei

in a disguise which was immediately penetrated by the whole convoy, though they pretended to accept Stair's statement t

n possession of two spirited Castle Raincy horses was too much for them. They laughed as they rode and

n rank, there was no part of his past, except only his talks with Patsy in the hollow of the old beech bo

n the misty shining of the moon or under the plush-spangled glitter of the midnight stars,

imself. Louis de Raincy himself was "of as good blood as the King, only not so rich," as say the Spaniards. But this restless, stern-visaged Stair Garland, with his curious Viking fixity of gaze, what was his position towards Patsy? Was it all o