Marie Gourdon / A Romance of the Lower St. Lawrence

for Prince

cotch

r heavy burden at any moment. The thunder echoed and re-echoed with deafening crashes, as if the whole artillery of

l fiercer-that of two strong natures fighting a bitter battle. So loud were

e scattered many cottages, whose occupants had paid feu-duty to the Lords of Dunmorton for many a generation. To the left of these cottages stretched a large pinewood, with thickly grown underbrush, where, in blissful ignorance of the

some twelve feet wide. At one end of it was a broad fire-place, where huge resinous pine logs sent up an odor most grateful to

y's sport, for they had been a race of sportsmen for generations, these McAllist

blue and piercing, his nose rather inclined to the Roman type, his mouth large and determined, and his chin firm, square and somewhat obstinate. His eyebrows were very thick and bushy, thus lending to his face a sinister and rather forbidding ex

rabble that young scamp has got together, and never mair shall ye darken the doors of D

se mother was bonnie Queen Mary), and you paid fealty at Holyrood many years ago to King James. My bonnie Prince Chairlie should by rights be

Allister, scornfully. "

, nothing can stop me now." And Ivan McAllister's bonnie face glowed with an enthusiasm almost pathetic as he th

ense, though it is rare in lads o' your age. Ye can never imagine t

rince Chairlie has many friends, and to-morrow I go to join them. The next day a

ugh it is well known at court that I am not a Jacobite, yet I have many enemies who will soon tel

ised to go, and a McAllist

ist in your selfish course of folly

must go, my wo

ith a great effort he controlled his anger and said in an ominously calm voice: "Then, Ivan McAllister, I tell ye, never mair shall ye set foot in this

errupted by a gentl

curse your son," and a soft ha

ression coming over his stern face, for Lady Jean had the greatest

r clear complexion and dark eyes, and was combed back high above her forehead, and surmounted by a mutch (cap) of finest lace

ean McAllister, for the blood o

th, but it had in it that indescribable loveliness, which one sees only in the faces of very good women. It was what might

ing all dipt in angel inst

thing and tranquillizing even at this heated

le longer? It is sair and lonely wi'out ye here, and Prince Ch

is a promise, you know. You have always taught me that. Remember our motto, 'For God

now fairly breaking down and weeping

bonnie mither, will be one of the first ladies at the court of Holyrood. Now I must go. Father," he said, turning to The McAllister, who was watching the scene in grim

undered out. "Yes, by

ssing Lady Jean, hastily, without more ado, Ivan left the hall. Then he walked swiftly into the court yard, saddle

ken off, and hope springs up eternal. A merciful gift of the good God this, and more especiall

Charles Edward; and three days afterwards was fought the battle of Culloden, a battle fr