eath, until one day I heard in my dreams the music of the fife and the rattle of the drums, and awoke to life and hope again. The sunlig

d somewhat hazily, for I was st

marching away to the North

ame back to me with a rush that I was a Lieutenant in the Line. But strong hands pushed

re a regular little bantam, but your

tter, Mrs. McLean? H

aid the good old soul.

ck to me that clear, fresh morning on the ba

l Rodolph?

ad; and no man d

r, and behind her came Captain Ramsay, bluff and hearty, but looking very solemn at that moment. But they saw the news on Mrs. McLean's good-natured face, and when

through; make a gallant fight, my boy, an

ou are marching

g men in the Line are envying you, you rogue, for becoming a hero before them all." And t

ged to spring up and don my own then and there. But my mother's finger on her lip caused him to stop the cheery greeting, and he came forward on his tiptoes, holding his sword carefully to keep it from clanking, for by this time I was growing weak again. Master Dick shook my hand gently and murmured, "Chee

back again to that day before the duel, to the swift challenging glance of a pair of blue eyes as a blood-red rose was pinned to my coat. But that was so long ago, years it seemed to me, away back in the past, a memory as it were of a fairy tale heard from the lips of a grandmother before the big open fire in the great hall on a winter night; a fairy tale, aye, and she the Princess, with her blue eyes and hair of waving brown, with her step as light as the dew-drop,

old darky comes to inquire for you every night.

"Does John Cotto

that he leaves town by the river road. He appears to be a str

ere in the land of the living or the dead? Ah, it was too pleasant a thing to dream of; too pleasant to have it

of the Tory maid, when the door opened, and a tall, dignified gentleman came in-the man who had stood by my side that d

its cause, I thought of that great burst of laughter when he told Rodolph to put up his sword, a

lad," said he, "but I

e of her eyes or the soft pressure of her hand; and how when James Rodolph of Charlestown Hundred came riding down from Cecil and boasted of his wealth, his horses, and his slaves, swearing that he would win her or no one would, the suitors stood aside to see how he would far

, we turned to Captain Hezekiah Brown of the Maid of Perth, who was a man who delighted to talk. From him we learned that his name was Gordon, and that there was a mystery about him, as people suspected him of being one of the young chiefs who had led that famous clan in the recent rebellion against the King. But this we held not to his injury, for there were still many lovers of the White Rose in the fair province of Maryland, and we afterward welcomed him the more heartily for

ng, upon the smooth, sandy shore of the river, they met and fought it out. Rodolph was fiery, quick, and fierce; Gordon cool and steady; until Rodo

rdon; and turning with the other gentlemen who had se

eauty. From that time has grown the feud which we may some day see the end of. And that is why the people laughed and Rodolph slunk away. For the old story is known throughout the shore, an

I saw and read the cause and reason of it all-of his fatal course