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+ text-decoration: + none; +} + +/* Poetry */ +.poetry-container {display: flex; justify-content: center;} +.poetry-container {text-align: center;} +.poetry {text-align: left; margin-left: 5%; margin-right: 5%;} + +/* Transcriber's notes */ +.transnote {background-color: #E6E6FA; + color: black; + font-size:small; + padding:0.5em; + margin-bottom:5em; + font-family:sans-serif, serif; +} + + +/* Illustration classes */ +.illowp50 {width: 50%;} +.x-ebookmaker .illowp50 {width: 100%;} + </style> +</head> +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76963 ***</div> +<p class='center'>This ebook was created in honour of Distributed Proofreaders’ 25th Anniversary.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="cover" style="max-width: 125.8125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Book cover"> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="front"> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_frontspiece" style="max-width: 62.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_frontspiece.jpg" alt=""> + <figcaption> + <p class='right normal'><i>From an Oil Painting.</i></p> + + JOHN ERSKINE OF ALVA. + </figcaption> +</figure> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="front"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_i">[i]</span></p> + +<h1> + THE<br> + <span class='fs150 ltsp2'>SILVER GLEN</span> +</h1> + +<p class='center blackletter fs150 ltsp1'>A Story of the Rebellion of 1715</p> + +<p class='center mt2 ltsp1'> + <i>AS TOLD BY BARBARA, LADY FLEMING, IN THE<br> + YEAR 1755; AT THE REQUEST OF HER<br> + KINSMAN, SIR HENRY ERSKINE.</i> +</p> + +<p class='center mt2'>BY</p> +<p class='center fs150'>BESSIE DILL</p> + +<p class='center fs90 mth'>AUTHOR OF</p> +<p class='center fs80 mtq'> “MY LADY NAN,” “THE FINAL GOAL,” ETC., ETC.</p> + +<p class='center mt6'>LONDON</p> +<p class='center fs150 bold ltsp1'>DIGBY, LONG & CO.</p> +<p class='center'>18 Bouverie Street, Fleet Street, E.C.</p> +<p class='center fs90 mth'>1909</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="front"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ii">[ii]</span></p> +<div class='poetry-container'> +<div class='poetry'> +<p class='center mt6 fs80'>To</p> +<p class='center mt1 fs80'>MRS. ERSKINE-MURRAY AND HER FAMILY</p> +<p class='center mt1 fs80'>This Book is affectionately</p> +<p class='center mt1 fs80'>Dedicated</p> +<p class='right fs80 mt1 mb6'>B. D.</p> +</div></div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iii">[iii]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS"> + CONTENTS + </h2> +</div> + + +<table class='toc'> +<tr> +<th colspan='3'></th><th class='tdr'><span class='allsmcap'>PAGE</span></th> +</tr> +<tr> +<td colspan='2'><a href='#INTRODUCTION'><span class="smcap">Introduction.</span></a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Telling of some old Letters, and the origin of + the writing of this Book</td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_7'>7</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Chapter</span></td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_I'><span class="allsmcap">I.</span></a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Shows how Barbara Stewart left school</td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_12'>12</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_II'>II.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>How Barbara came home to Rosyth for the last + time </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_18'>18</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_III'>III.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Of my new Guardian, and the beginning of all + her kindness </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_24'>24</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_IV'>IV.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>I go to Alva, and become a member of a very + charming household </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_30'>30</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_V'>V.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>I hear of the Silver Glen for the first time + </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_37'>37</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_VI'>VI.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Introduces several characters who are all more or + less interesting </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_43'>43</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_VII'>VII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>I become aware that something important is + afoot </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_55'>55</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_VIII'>VIII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>I go to Dysart and there learn some Scottish + History </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_64'>64</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_IX'>IX.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>We meet one morning a very courtly gentleman, + and have news of the King’s coming </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_73'>73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_X'>X.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Back at Alva we become still more involved in + affairs </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_82'>82</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XI'>XI.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Sir John prepares for action. Barbara goes out + to dine, and hears many strange things </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_90'>90</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XII'>XII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Tells of the only occasion upon which I met the + Earl of Mar, also of how my Lady Erskine + stole down the turret-stairs in answer to a knock </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_99'>99</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIII'>XIII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Shows how a woman’s actions are ofttimes misunderstood, + and how Betty signalled to a + passenger in a boat </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_108'>108</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIV'>XIV.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Tells how Mistress Betty had a brilliant notion, + and how it was carried out </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_116'>116</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XV'>XV.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>In which Betty and Barbara behave very + foolishly, and the latter is introduced to Mr. + Anthony Fleming</td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_125'>125</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_iv">[iv]</span>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVI'>XVI.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Tells of various matters to be found in the + History-books, and of a romantic tale which + is not </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_136'>136</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVII'>XVII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Shows how we are swept into the stream of + events </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_149'>149</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XVIII'>XVIII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Tells of a dark hour, and of a great awakening + </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_160'>160</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XIX'>XIX.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Shows how the Cause suffers many reverses; and + how Mr. Anthony Fleming says “Thank + you!” </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_171'>171</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XX'>XX.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Mr. Fleming rides away from Alva; The King + lands, and Sir John returns to Scotland not + quite in the manner he intended </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_181'>181</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXI'>XXI.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Tells of the coming of the King to Perth, and + what ensued thereafter </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_189'>189</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXII'>XXII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>How we hear tidings that make our hearts ache, + and ill prepare us for the great surprise </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_197'>197</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIII'>XXIII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Tells of further sad doings, and of the beauty + and burden of the Spring </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_208'>208</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIV'>XXIV.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>My Lady hears from Sir John, and I pay my + third visit to Dysart </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_217'>217</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXV'>XXV.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Tells of an unexpected meeting and a glad + surprise for Barbara </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_226'>226</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVI'>XXVI.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Barbara is accused of cruelty and indiscretion</td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_238'>238</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVII'>XXVII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Shows how slowly the time passes when the + heart is heavy </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_254'>254</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXVIII'>XXVIII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Tells of the good fortune for Betty and of the evil + deeds of the Parliament </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_268'>268</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXIX'>XXIX.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>The Calamity falls, and my Lady attends her + sister’s wedding in very low spirits </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_282'>282</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXX'>XXX.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>The affair of the Mine in the Mountain is much + discussed in London, but with no comforting + results </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_292'>292</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXI'>XXXI.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>The matter is still further delayed, but our + anxieties continue </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_300'>300</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXII'>XXXII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>Shows something of the trials and perplexities + of our good Sir John over the business </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_308'>308</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class='tdc'>”</td> +<td class='tdr'><a href='#CHAPTER_XXXIII'>XXXIII.</a></td> +<td class='tdl'>The story ends in peace and sunshine, and I + take leave of my kind readers </td> +<td class='tdpn'><a href='#Page_314'>314</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">[v]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="PREFACE"> + PREFACE + </h2> +</div> + +<div class='preface'> +<p>The Letters of Lady Erskine of Alva which appear in this tale are at +once its chief interest and the origin of its being; for my desire in +writing “The Silver Glen” is to make known to a wider circle the +vivid story of which they are the outcome. My conviction that they +would prove as attractive to others as to myself induced the late Mr. +Erskine-Murray, among whose family-papers they are preserved, to +give me his kind permission to use them.</p> + +<p>To weave a romance around the names of persons who have really +lived, and whose descendants are still in existence, is a liberty which +calls for an apology on the part of the author. With the exception of +Barbara Stewart, Anthony Fleming and the younger David Pitcairn +none of the principal characters in the following story are wholly +fictitious; but I trust, that as I have kept very closely to facts, no serious +cause of offence can be found. Most of the incidents described are +matters of history, and the narrative is purposely told in a plain and +simple manner, as much as possible in keeping with the tone of the +Letters.</p> + +<p>Among the books from which I have obtained information, and in +some cases, borrowed freely, I may mention Professor Terry’s useful +and interesting volume, <i>The Chevalier de St. George and the Jacobite +Movements</i>; <i>The Memoirs of the Master of Sinclair</i>; Rae’s <i>History of +the Rebellion</i> (1718); <i>Scotland and Scotsmen of the 18th Century</i>, by +Ramsay of Ochtertyre; and the <i>Calendar of the Stuart Papers belonging +to His Majesty at Windsor Castle</i> (Vol. II. and III.) In the Eighth +Report of the Historical Manuscripts Commission also, there are +numerous details on the subject of Sir John Erskine’s Silver Mines.</p> + +<p>In view of the new light recently thrown upon the Character of +James (The Old Pretender), a fact very clearly brought out by Mr. +Andrew Lang in his <i>History of Scotland</i> (Vol IV.) it is particularly +interesting to note the remark of Lady Erskine in Letter XVI.: “There +is one advantage,” she writes to her husband, “of being with Kid (<i>i.e.</i>, +James), that you will live mighty regular and get no ill examples.”</p> + +<p>My warmest thanks are due, in the first place, to the late Mr. Erskine-Murray +for his kind permission to use these Letters; I should also like +to record my gratitude to Miss Johnstone of Alva, to the Rev. Robert +Paul, F.R.S.A., Dollar, N.B., and to the Rev. A. Thomson Grant, +Chaplain at Wemyss Castle, who have all in different ways assisted +me, as well as to the Faculty of Advocates at Edinburgh for their +courtesy in allowing me to read in their Library. Except for the +punctuation, and the omission of a sentence occasionally where the +meaning is obscure, Lady Erskine’s Letters are reproduced as they were +written.</p> + +<p class='right pr2'> + B. D.</p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="front"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vi">[vi]</span></p> +</div> + +<div class='poetry-container'> +<div class='adbox'> + +<p class='center fs120'> +<i>NOVELS BY BESSIE DILL</i> +</p> + +<p class='adboxtitle'><span class="smcap">My Lady Nan</span></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“A daintily written eighteenth century romance. The story is +thoroughly entertaining.”—<i>Daily Express.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“A charming tale.”—<i>The Times.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“A very pretty tale, written with a light and powerful touch.”—<i>The +Guardian.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“Written with a dainty efficiency which is very attractive. A charming +tale.”—<i>Liverpool Courier.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxtitle'><span class="smcap">The Final Goal</span></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“As fascinating a romance as one could lay hands on, and will enhance +the reputation of the writer. There is a genuine literary ring about the +whole book. It is a book to read and enjoy.”—<i>The Scotsman.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“An altogether delightful story.”—<i>Liverpool Daily Courier.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxtitle'><span class="smcap">The Lords of Life</span></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“An excellent and well written book. ‘Van,’ the charming Scottish +heroine, with that unfortunate possession, ‘a temperament,’ who leaves her +northern home at the Manse, for Anglo-Indian life, is more than usually +interesting.”—<i>Pall Mall Gazette.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“The story of a governess’s life, artistically told, and with a fidelity to +nature which makes it appear as if a slab out of the living world had been +set before us, we were watching the actions and reading the thoughts of +the people of it. The story is told with a tragic passion which reminds one +of Jane Eyre.”—<i>Sheffield Daily Telegraph.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“A grand story, the charm of the book is in the development of character, +the refining of the gold of a girl’s joyful innocence in the fire of experience.”—<i>Leeds +Mercury.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxtitle'><span class="smcap">The Story of Bell</span></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“The story is simply and touchingly told, and retains the reader’s +sympathy and interest to the end.”—<i>Pall Mall Gazette.</i></p> + +<p class='adboxcopy'>“The story is a masterpiece ... a story with a great and noble +purpose, which we cannot read without feeling all the better.”—<i>Christian +Journal.</i></p> +</div></div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span></p> + +<p class='center mt4 fs200 ltsp2 bold'> + THE SILVER GLEN +</p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="INTRODUCTION"> + INTRODUCTION + </h2> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>A few days ago, as I sat in my pleasant parlour looking +out on one of the fairest prospects in this our fair land of +England, my cousin, Sir Henry Erskine, who hath been +spending some days at our house, entered the room with +his quick soldier-like step, and came to a halt, as he would +say, at my side.</p> + +<p>“See here, cousin!” he cried, holding out to me a +packet of papers, “there is something here that will interest +you. These letters were given me by my Uncle Charles, +my Lord Tinwald, t’other day when I was visiting at Alva +House, and I have but just looked into them. They +were written, I find, by my mother of blessed memory +to Sir John, while he was abroad in exile for his misdeeds, +as one may say now, in the year 1716.”</p> + +<p>I caught at the papers with a cry, half of delight and +half of tender sorrow, for if Henry’s voice had softened +as he mentioned his mother’s name, ’twas no more than +her due, who was ever the wisest and most loving of +parents; and if to him, the thought of her represented all +that is sweetest and best in womanhood—as one may +suppose, seeing he hath not yet crowned perfection +by taking unto himself a wife—to me it did no less, being +as I was the object of her most tender care and kindness +at a time in my life when I sorely needed both.</p> + +<p>The sight of those thin broad sheets, covered with the +fine clear writing which had once been so familiar to me, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span> +brought the tears to my eyes. Sure they were well worn, +those ancient letters, having been borne in Sir John’s +wallet, no doubt, for many a weary month, and since lain by +in some desk or chest at Alva House for safety; and at +the sight of the seal on the back, so carefully broken +that the wax still retained on many of the sheets its +perfect imprint, a vision of my dear lady folding and +sealing with trembling haste one of these same precious +letters, came so clear to my mind, that almost I thought +I heard her voice calling to me as in the days of old.</p> + +<p>“See, Henry,” I said softly, pointing to the seal, “how +well I remember the ring she ever used. Too large for +her slender hand, she wore it on a long gold chain around +her neck. Your father, Sir John, had used it when writing +to her before they were wed, and, sweet woman that she +was, she would never have any other for the letters that +passed between them. ‘For, Barbara,’ said she to me +once, and I can still see her smile, ‘the legend is so true, +that ’twould be folly to take to another.’”</p> + +<p>Together we bent over the faded wax, and Henry laid +his lips upon it gently. There has ever been a spirit of +poetry and chivalry in this stalwart soldier, whom as a little +child I had so often held upon my knee.</p> + +<p>“A heart embossed, and round it the words, ‘<i>Vous y +regnez seul</i>.’ True, indeed!” said he with a smile; “Sir +John reigned there alone, and even her children were in +her heart but little subjects to their rightful king.”</p> + +<p>“Sure, my dear, you lost nothing by that,” I cried, “for +happier children, or a kindlier home I never did see. The +love that filled my lady’s heart was a bounteous fire that +brightened and warmed all who approached her. Sweet +soul! I thank God still for having known and loved her.”</p> + +<p>Saying this I turned my eyes again upon the letters in +my hands, and so potent was the spell of the first few +words I read, that my mind leapt back across a gulf of +forty years, and left my body sitting blind and deaf in the +chair in my sunny English parlour.</p> + +<p>A sudden laugh from Sir Henry brought my wits home +again.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span></p> + +<p>“Cousin Barbara,” he cried, “I have been speaking to +you for some minutes and not one word have you heard +of my discourse. Nay, dear cousin, do not apologise. +The love you bore my mother hath ever been a tie between +her children and yourself, and I know well that your +tender heart is filled with regretful memories at sight of +these letters writ by her hand.”</p> + +<p>“She was indeed the dearest woman-friend I ever had,” +said I. “Alas! too early lost.”</p> + +<p>“And for that very reason,” said he, “I made my bold +request, which, as you did not hear it, I must needs repeat. +Will you not, for the love you bore those that are passed +away, and a little for the love of us who remain, write out +for our instruction and profit, your recollections of that +troublous time, with something also of your own romance, +and the strange story of the Silver Glen which I have so +often heard from you as a boy?”</p> + +<p>My gaze went past him out of the window, across miles +of green pasture and softly waving foliage to the silver +shining of the Severn beyond. Far, far away the hills of +Wales rose into the sky, the day being clear and bright. +Close to the house the flowers were blooming very sweet and +fragrant, for the month was June, and in the shrubbery behind +the garden, the blackbirds and thrushes sang their best.</p> + +<p>“Of course, if you should think it too great a labour—” +Sir Henry broke in upon my musings, but I held up my +hand to stop him.</p> + +<p>“Nay, cousin,” I cried, “’twould be what is called ‘a +labour of love’ surely. I was but thinking how little fit I +am to be the chronicler of those exciting times. I will not +be so mock-modest as to pretend to consider myself unfit +in the matter of appreciating your dear mother’s character +and conduct, for few had the opportunities to know and +esteem her that I had. But I am truly no historian, and +the tale will be written from my own point of view, which +needs must be a narrow one. I have, I believe, upstairs +hidden away in the corner of some ancient chest, a diary +of that same year writ in a girlish hand. By help of this, +and by reading, since you permit it, these sacred letters, I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span> +promise you I will do my best endeavour to give you a +true and full account of the events that took place in your +home, and among your family, when you were an innocent +small boy of four or five years old. But consider a little +how long a time has passed. My youth with all its fears +and follies, its joys and sorrows, is far away. I have +wandered back and forth upon the earth, knowing many +changes and living in distant lands, for a wife, as you know, +must ever be ready to follow her husband; and if now in +the evening of my life I can sit placidly at this sunny +window looking out upon the Severn Sea, and know that +my dear and kind spouse is no further away than in the +next room, or in the garden, or at the home-farm, I thank +God very humbly in my heart, Who has brought me to this +peaceful place by a way that I knew not, and little +expected to find. Dear Henry, I am but a garrulous old +woman, and what I want to say is, that if my memory of +those distant days is grown a little dim, and certain things are +gone from my mind never to return, I must pray you to forgive +me, and put it down, not to foolishness, but to old age.”</p> + +<p>Whereupon Sir Henry rallied me upon my fears, and +laughed at me for calling myself old, who am scarce more +than a dozen years his senior, and kissing my hand in the +gallant way he has, he left me sitting by the window with +these old letters in my lap.</p> + +<p>And suddenly, after a long silence, a single mavis burst +into song, and trilled and throbbed so exquisite a melody +that I held my breath to listen. For there were many +years of my life in which I did not hear that lovely music, +and now a mavis never sings in the long sweet twilight but +my thoughts fly out to my lost dear, Catherine, Lady +Erskine (for a reason that I hope to tell you by-and-bye), +and it seemed strange that when my mind was so full of +her, the bird that I always think of as hers should start to +make music beside me. But I have often noticed in my +changeful life, the little happenings that link our minds +with the past and the future, with facts on earth and +aspirations in Heaven, with human hopes and divine +longings, so that the scent of a flower, or a child’s laugh, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span> +or a glorious sunset, or a sudden happiness, may lift our +hearts, before we know it, right into the presence of God.</p> + +<p>All letters it seems to me must in a greater or less +degree be the exponents of the writer’s mind. Of some, indeed, +we might say that they mirror very clearly the character +and disposition of their authors, and more especially when +exchanged between two close and loving friends without +fear of outside criticism, or any thought of possible +publicity. Most truly is this the case in the letters before +me. So intimate and natural they are that I almost shrink +from exposing them to the eyes of strangers, however kind +and sympathetic these may be; and yet they can but +excite the warmest affection and admiration in all minds, +being the outpourings of a loyal, loving and courageous +heart. They were written in haste oftentimes, in doubt +and fear and terrible anxiety, but not once does the brave +spirit falter nor the love in them grow cold or dim.</p> + +<p>Now it is true that, as I said to Sir Henry, my view of +those far-off events of my girlhood, besides having grown +somewhat dim, must be but a narrow one, for I lived as it +were in the midst of the story, and could not know at the +time many facts and results that were afterwards made +plain to all. To such as may care to read my simple +narrative, which, if plain and unstudied, is yet true and I +think not wanting in interest, I must say at once that +my sole reason in undertaking the task is my desire to +make more widely known among her descendants, namely, +my dear God-daughter, Barbara; her niece, Christian, +poor Charles’s little girl, and Sir Henry, who will I hope +marry and have a family of his own, as well as to my own +dear daughter and her children—the character of the +sweet and noble woman who was the friend of my youth.</p> + +<p>I therefore make no apology for leaving to the writers of +history many details of that unhappy time; only so far as +it touched upon the lives and happiness of those I loved +does it concern me. And so, with no more than a humble +regret that my skill is not more worthy of my theme, I take +up my pen to begin this story of the so-called Rebellion in +the year seventeen hundred and fifteen.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_I"> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'> + SHOWS HOW BARBARA STEWART LEFT SCHOOL + </p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>’Twas in the early hours of a dark December morning in +the year 1714 that I was awakened suddenly by the +cautious opening of the chamber door, and saw with +blinking eyes the bare room where I slept with three of +my school companions. The wavering flicker of a candle +carried by a cautious hand showed me the night-capped +heads upon their pillows, the bare walls, the uncarpeted +floor, the staring, black, uncurtained window, and, the +sight arousing no interest in my mind, I closed my eyes +against the intruding light. Little Miss Gordon, the +youngest girl in the school, who slept in the bed with me, +raised a protesting arm across her face, and called out in +accents sleepy and petulant, “Oh, Betsy, take that horrid +light away. ’Tis not morning yet, I am but just fallen asleep!”</p> + +<p>Now it has always been my custom to awake up instantly +with all my senses on the alert. I say it not to boast, though +the faculty hath served me well once or twice in my life, for +some are born so, just as others are drowsy-heads from +the cradle to the grave; but this being my habit, I had +seen with the first opening of my eyes that it was not +Betsy, the maid, who had entered our room, but no less +a personage than Mistress Marget Lindsay, the younger +of the two sisters who kept a boarding-school for young +ladies in Paterson’s Court, off the Lawnmarket in Edinburgh. +Now, Mistress Marget, besides being the younger +of our school-mistresses, was the one least feared by their +pupils; I had almost said the best loved, but in those +days (I know not if it be so still), anything so gentle as +love scarce entered into the training of young ladies at +school. That she had a kind heart, however, I have +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span> +been sure ever since that dark, winter morn, as, shading +the candle with her hand, she came quickly to my bed-side +and bent down to discover if I were still asleep.</p> + +<p>“Miss Stewart, my dear—Barbara. Are you awake?” +she cried softly.</p> + +<p>I sat up in bed and untied my cap-strings, the better to +hear what she had to say.</p> + +<p>“I am awake, madam; what is it you want of me? +Sure, ’tis not time yet for me to be at my exercises!” said +I, a little alarmed at the gravity of her face.</p> + +<p>She shook her head and sat down beside me on the bed.</p> + +<p>“No, no, child; do not be alarmed! And yet I fear +I have news that will disquiet you. A man-servant has +come from Rosyth to take you home. You must rise at +once and attire yourself for the journey.”</p> + +<p>“A man-servant?” I repeated, obediently putting one +foot out of bed. “Old Robert, belike. Oh, Mistress +Marget!” I cried, stopping suddenly, “pray tell me at +once what is wrong.”</p> + +<p>With the truest kindness the good woman did not +attempt to turn my thoughts aside from their fear. She +answered immediately and without circumlocution.</p> + +<p>“Your grandfather, Miss Stewart, has met with an +accident, and ’tis feared he cannot live. He would see +you, dear bairn, before he dies.”</p> + +<p>There may be some who think this stern announcement +to a young maid of sixteen somewhat wanting in tenderness +and compassion. They may consider that to hint at +a possible calamity, mentioning a severe illness or the like, +but holding out hopes of a speedy recovery, would have +been the kinder way. If so, I cannot agree with them. +The progress of “preparing the mind” of any poor creature +to receive a blow hath always seemed to me both cruel and +useless. In many cases, the more sudden the shock, the +more strongly is the mind braced to bear it for the moment; +and so it was in my own case. I leapt from my bed +and began hurriedly to put on my clothes.</p> + +<p>“My grandpapa dying, and asking for me? Oh, Mistress +Marget, I must hasten; I pray you, assist me with this +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span> +lace. Will you not kindly tie these strings? Hath Robert +brought the carriage? Ah no! the snow is too deep. I +am to ride pillion? Yes, I must wear my thickest shawl and +hood. Oh, do not hinder me, dear madam, I must be going +now; I cannot keep Robert waiting another moment.”</p> + +<p>“My dear Miss Stewart,” said my mistress, quietly detaining +me while she tied a thick veil over my face, and +searched for scarf and mits, “Robert is in the kitchen +being warmed and fed. The good creature was almost +lifeless from the cold. And do you think, my dear girl, +that my sister would suffer you to leave her house at this +hour fasting? There is no speed in such senseless haste as +you know, and while I admire your courage and fortitude, +and the eagerness you exhibit to do your grandfather’s +behest, I must counsel you, my dear, to remember that +patience is one of the highest virtues a woman can possess, +and self-control is another.”</p> + +<p>Tears rose in my eyes, not so much at the rebuke as in +rebellion against it; for Barbara Stewart was ever hot and +hasty in those young days, and indeed hath scarce yet +learned to exercise the virtues extolled by good Mistress +Marget in all the years that she hath lived. But chafe +as I would at the delay, I was forced to go into the +parlour, where the elder sister Lindsay, hastily attired, and +with a shawl over her night-cap, waited for me in the +candle-light with hot chocolate and buttered oatcake.</p> + +<p>I think the strangeness of that morning scene, and the +unwonted consideration with which I was treated, took +my mind a little from the gravity of the situation. I +know that it was not till I was mounted behind Robert, +and clinging to the broad belt he wore as we paced along +the stony street, that it entered into my head to ask him +for news of my poor grandpapa. It was then that I +heard how, in riding not many days before, his horse had +slipped upon a piece of ice, and had thrown the poor +gentleman with such violence that an old wound, got +near twenty years before at the siege of Namur, had +opened, and inflammation having set in, the doctor now +gave little hope of his recovery.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span></p> + +<p>“I’m thinkin’, mem, the Colonel’s juist waitin’ tae bid +ye gude-bye,” said honest Robert very sadly.</p> + +<p>The news made me grave and sober enough—sorrowful, +too, and fearful, for my good grandpapa had been indulgent +beyond the common, and, besides him, I knew of no +other relative that I possessed in the world. My father, +his only son, had been one of Webb’s most gallant officers, +and had married in Flanders, after the Peace of Ryswick, +Mademoiselle Jeanne de St. Pierre, the orphan niece of +the French admiral of that name; for, as you know, love +and peace grew and flourished between private individuals +of the rival nations even while their countries were at +daggers drawn. My mother, besides possessing wit and +beauty, had a small fortune of her own, and she and my +dear father lived very happily together, sometimes in +Brussels, in Paris, or in London. But he, dying of fever, +induced by wounds which he received at the taking of +Liège in 1702, left his young widow and little daughter +to the care of Colonel Stewart of Rosyth House in the county +of Fife. My mother, fragile and broken-hearted, survived +his death little more than a year. Thus, before I had +reached my sixth birthday, was I bereft of both my +parents.</p> + +<p>Brought up with care and kindness in my grandpapa’s +commodious house on the shore of the Forth, I had been +sent at the age of thirteen to the Seminary for Young +Ladies of Good Family, kept by the sisters Lindsay, and +had just completed my third year in that select and +fashionable school.</p> + +<p>Such in brief was the story of my life down to that +dismal winter morning which found me riding behind +Robert Guthrie, my grandfather’s old servant, along the +bare road that leads from Edinburgh to the Queen’s +Ferry. Very bleak and cold it was, for the sun was not +yet risen, and a chill wind blew right in our faces out of +the north-west. The ground was covered with snow, and, +though at another time I might have noticed with pleasure +the purity of its whiteness in contrast to the grey sky and +the black waters of the Firth (for all my life I have had +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span> +open eyes and heart to the beauties of the earth) this +day my mind was too full of anxious cares to allow me +any such consolation. I was cold and cheerless enough +with the nine miles ride when we reached the Hawse Inn, +where we alighted to wait for the ferry-boat to take us +across to the coast of Fife, and the good landlady bustled +out with a cup of hot spiced claret to take the chill out +of my bones, as she said. She brought me in to the +warm fireside, and with many kind commiserating words +she sought, in the fulness of her heart, to lighten my +gloom. She had heard from Robert Guthrie how Colonel +Stewart lay at the point of death, and, in her motherly +way, she pitied the poor girl who was so soon to be left +alone in the world. I thanked her with what courage I +could muster, but when she saw that I could scarce +restrain the trembling of my lips, she very wisely left me +to myself and busied herself about her household tasks.</p> + +<p>Almost at the moment when we stepped on board the +ferry-boat, the sun, which was now some way above the +horizon though wrapped in clouds, struggled forth from +the enveloping mists, and in a very short time changed +the aspect of the landscape from dismal gloom to +sparkling radiance.</p> + +<p>Before we were half-way across the Frith I was so far +roused from my abstraction to note this change, and +whether it was that, the day being a sort of landmark +between the old life and the new, all impressions received +then upon my mind retained a peculiar distinctness, I +know not; but this I know, that though I have made the +same crossing many scores of times since, whenever I think +of the passage of the Forth, I see it as I saw it that winter +morning. The noble river flowing between its ever widening +shores sparkled in the early light, reflecting on its +bosom the blue of the sky, broken here and there by little +white waves that seemed to laugh to each other as they +raced out to sea. The grey stone houses of the little town +we had just left, with their red-tiled roofs, looked +picturesque, all huddled down together to the water’s edge. +Westward as I gazed, the tall thin masts of vessels moored +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> +at Charlestown and Borrowstownness, stood up slender and +distinct in the clear air; and far away as a dream-like background +the peaks of the majestic mountains, Ben Lomond, +Ben Ledi, Ben Muich Dhui, their summits crowned with +gleaming snow, towered towards the pale blue sky. Near at +hand, the fishing craft putting out from either coast, shot up +their sails to catch the freshening breeze, and over all the +sea-gulls flew restlessly, or dived into the water with wild, +musical cries, their white wings gleaming in the sunlight.</p> + +<p>For a moment I forgot my grief in the freshness and +beauty of the morning, and turned for a sympathetic +word from my companion, but at sight of his face I refrained. +The old man was standing not far from where I +sat, one hand upon the bridle of his horse, his head drooping, +and his dim blue eyes fixed on vacancy. His kindly, +weather-beaten face was very sorrowful, and I knew that he +was looking far back into the past, when he and his +beloved master had been young, for Robert had followed +my grandfather to the wars, and they had been through +many hardships and shared some triumphs together. Into +my light and girlish mind came the thought that here was +a grief ten times greater than my own, and in presence of +it I felt strangely small and insignificant. Sandy, the +horse, too used to the ferry-boat to be disturbed by the +crossing, seemed to divine his old friend’s trouble in the +curious way dumb animals have, for he rubbed his soft +cheek against the groom’s shoulder with an affectionate, +caressing motion.</p> + +<p>My heart went out to the old man in his sorrow, and +when two slow tears welled out of his eyes and rolled +down his wrinkled face, I started up, impulsive as I too +often was, and ran to his side to comfort him.</p> + +<p>“Dinna greet, Robbie!” I cried, though softly, that the +boatmen should not hear. “Dinna greet! I canna bear +to see ye. You and me’ll aye be friends!”</p> + +<p>He turned and smiled at my words, and I thought the +smile was sadder than the tears.</p> + +<p>“Eh, my bonnie wee leddie!” he said, as if I had been +still but a bairn, “it’s Robbie has got a sair heart the day.”</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_II"> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>HOW BARBARA CAME TO ROSYTH FOR THE LAST TIME</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>Rosyth House stood (for alas! it stands no longer, having +been burned to the ground in the year 1727, on the very +day that his present Gracious Majesty came to the throne), +on the high ground above the Forth, about a mile and a +half from the landing place at the North Ferry. A quarter +of a mile further west, the ancient castle of the same name +stands on a promontory stretching out into the sea, so near +the water that at high tide it is wholly surrounded and cut +off from the shore, except for an artificial stone causeway +connecting it with the mainland.</p> + +<p>My grandfather, who was a distant cousin of the Laird +of Rosyth, had got leave, upon retiring from active +service, to build a house upon his land; but the latter, +having some years before I was born disposed of his +estate to a gentleman of the name of Drummond, it +was understood that Colonel Stewart had only a life-rent +of the same, his heirs being to receive a fair sum of +money in lieu thereof at his death. This arrangement, +though little to his liking at the time, grieved him less after +the death of his son, my father, and although he could +not feel the loving pride in keeping up the place that +a man expends upon his own, still the cultivation of his +grounds and garden had been a source of pleasure and +solace to him in the latter years of his life. The house +was comfortable and commodious, and sheltered from +the winds, so that the shrubs and trees he had taken +pains to plant had well grown up around it; and from +the windows there was at all times a fair view of the +waters of the Frith with the ships passing up and down, +and beyond them the low green coast of the Lothians.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span></p> + +<p>Beautiful or plain, it was the only home I had ever +known, and for that reason very dear to me; and as we +rounded the bend of the road that skirts St. Margaret’s +Hope, and the familiar landmarks came into view, the +tears rushed to my eyes and ran down my cheeks, as I +thought that in a few short days it would shelter me no more. +The half-formed fears of extreme youth are perhaps harder +to endure than our later forebodings, being intensified +by the sharpness of imagination and the uncertainty of +ignorance as well. With my outward senses I took in +all the beauty of the morning: the blue sky and the +dancing waves, the sparkle of the snow so dazzling in +its country purity, and the wild glad cries of the sea-gulls +never still; but my heart was cold and very heavy, because +for the first time in my life I feared the future with the +dull aching fear that I suppose only a helpless woman +can ever know.</p> + +<p>At the door of Rosyth House, Robert dismounted +stiffly and lifted me to the ground. The noise of Sandy’s +hoofs could not have been heard on the snow-covered +approach, but my feet had scarce touched the threshold +when the door was pulled quickly open and I found +myself in the arms of my kind old nurse.</p> + +<p>“What news, woman?” cried Robert Guthrie, hoarsely +before I could speak, for Phemie was his wife, though +many years his junior, and had been, as long as I could +remember, the prop and stay of our household. She +looked at him over my shoulder, and shook her head +sadly.</p> + +<p>“Oh, wheesht, my bairn, wheesht!” she crooned above +my head, for I had burst out crying, and she drew me +into the lobby and softly shut the door. “There, there,” +she went on tenderly, “I’ll no’ stop ye; just greet yer +fill, and syne ye’ll feel a’ the better for’t.”</p> + +<p>As she spoke she led me into the parlour where was +a bright fire burning, very pleasant to the chilled little +traveller, and a basin of her own famous chicken-broth +was steaming on the table. And very soon, warmed, fed +and comforted by the excellent creature, I felt the deadly +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span> +weight at my heart lighten, and the future, in spite of its +impending bereavement, did not appear altogether hopeless. +So wonderful is the power of human sympathy, and the +touch of a warm, kindly hand upon our own.</p> + +<p>Upstairs in his chamber Colonel Stewart lay dying, +and thither Phemie conducted me as soon as she considered +me capable of bearing myself with dignity and +self-control.</p> + +<p>“Be a woman, my dear lamb, for yer gran’pa’s sake!” +she whispered, as she led me to his door. “The Colonel’s +far through, his time is gey short.”</p> + +<p>The room was bare and empty for the bed-chamber +of the master of the house, but the old soldier had ever +treated himself with a certain austerity bred of early days +of hardship in the field; and his wife, my grandmother, +being long dead, there had been none to interfere with +his love of simple things. His bed had neither tester +nor hangings, and there was no carpet on the floor nor +curtains at the window. One of the shutters was partially +closed to soften the glare from the snow, but the winter +sunshine brightened the room and showed me the face +of my grandfather on the pillow, very white and worn, and +with closed eyes. He opened them as we approached, +and smiled as his glance fell on me.</p> + +<p>“Ah, Barbara, my child!” he cried, and my heart gave +a hard throb at the weak tones of his voice. “You have +come, I am glad you are here. ’Tis a cold journey from +Embro’ in the winter-time. Has the bairn had her +noon-chin?” he enquired of Phemie, for he was ever +kindly and courteous, and wondrous thoughtful about +small things, unusually so for a man, as I now know. On +being assured that I was neither cold nor hungry, he +motioned me to sit by him, and signified to Phemie that +he wished to be alone with me.</p> + +<p>“Go you and see to the comfort of your gudeman, and +tell him I thank him for bringing the wee leddy home in +time.”</p> + +<p>When she was gone, “My dear Barbara,” said he, “this +is as unexpected as most of the blows of Fate, but as Fate +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span> +is only another name for the Hand of God, it behoves us +to bow to its dictates. I hope I know how to die as a +soldier and a Christian should, but ’tis hard to leave a +woman-bairn alone in the world.”</p> + +<p>The thin, tired voice with which my dear grandpapa spoke +touched my heart with sorrow even more than the words +he said. I laid my hand on his, so brown and wrinkled, +and turned away my face that he might not see my tears.</p> + +<p>After a pause he went on.</p> + +<p>“You are, my dear girl, the only child of two only +children, and I myself had neither brother nor sister. +Your relatives are therefore few and distant. There are in +France some cousins of your late dear mother, but seeing +I know them not, I have no mind to send you so far +seeking a home. Dost remember thy mother, dear +bairn?”</p> + +<p>I nodded doubtfully.</p> + +<p>“I have mind of her face,” I said, “and how soft and +white her hands were—much softer than my good Phemie’s, +I always thought,—and I mind the way she kissed me and +held me in her arms.”</p> + +<p>Colonel Stewart sighed.</p> + +<p>“Poor bairn, you were but a babe when she died. A +great loss, Barbara! Your mother was a notable woman. +But I’m wondering if you have any mind of a friend of +hers—the Honourable Catherine Sinclair, to wit, from +Dysart, that used to come a great deal about Rosyth at +that time?”</p> + +<p>I peered far back into my childish memories, and then I +smiled.</p> + +<p>“Was she a lady in a blue gown?” I cried, “with a +string of pearls round her neck? She was very merry and +kind, and talked French with my mother. She told me to +call her Cousin Katie.”</p> + +<p>“Very like, very like,” said my grandfather, “though +I cannot swear to the colour of her gown. But she was +a blithe, happy creature, and very fond of your mother, +Barbara.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span></p> + +<p>“It is to her that I look to befriend you, child, when I +am gone. Your father and she were cousins in the fourth +degree through their mothers, and her father, my Lord +Sinclair, for old friendship’s sake, may be willing to give +you a home at the Hermitage at Dysart, for so his house +is called, until you are of an age to choose your own place +of abode.”</p> + +<p>Here he stopped again and pointed feebly to a bottle of +cordial that stood with a glass upon the table. I hastened +to pour some out and held it to his lips, trembling +inwardly lest he should faint from weakness, or die with +me alone in the room. My fears, however, were not +realised, for after a few minutes’ silence he spoke again.</p> + +<p>“The year after your dear mother died, Catherine +Sinclair was wedded to Sir John Erskine of Alva, a +gentleman of old and noble family, greatly respected in +the country. His mother was Mistress Christian Dundas +of Arniston, a clever and pious woman who is still living. +Though the younger Lady Alva has not been here since +her marriage, I have met her at her father’s house, where +she comes frequently to stay, and have been greatly +attracted by her kindliness and good sense. There are +some wild tales abroad about her husband, Sir John, but +though he is impulsive and reckless in certain directions, +I take him to be as honest and kind-hearted as he is witty +and pleasant in company.”</p> + +<p>Again he paused to gather strength, and I watched a +sunbeam that had strayed to the wide fire-place, and seemed +to play at fighting with the flames that flickered somewhat +feebly round the half-charred log. I took no interest in +sunbeam or fire at the time, and yet it all comes back to +me as if I had seen it but yesterday.</p> + +<p>“Your fortune, Barbara,” said my grandfather, so +suddenly that I started, “is not small. You are no +penniless lass, thank God! and your affairs are safe in +the hands of my good friends and lawyers, Messrs +Carmichael & Dymock, Writers to the Signet in Embro’. +Two days back I writ a letter to my Lady Erskine at +the Hermitage, where I believe her now to be, giving her +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span> +all particulars and information concerning my affairs. +Her brother-in-law, Charles Erskine, a shrewd lawyer, +will assist her in any difficulty, and I have appointed these +two your guardians until the time you shall come of age, +or marry.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, sir,” I murmured, as the low voice ceased; and as +if he had come to an end of all that was in his mind, +he turned his head aside and fell into a light slumber.</p> + +<p>During the night the inflammation and fever increased, +and towards evening of the next day he died. His last +look and words were for his faithful comrade and servant. +He had been lying unconscious for some hours, or so it +seemed, and we had thought that he would pass without a +sign, but suddenly he opened his eyes and fixed them on +Robert Guthrie standing at the foot of his bed.</p> + +<p>“It’s marching orders I’ve got, Rob,” he said, in a +stronger voice than could have been expected, “and I +maun leave you behind. But you’ll follow, my man, as +soon as you’re able.”</p> + +<p>And Robbie, speechless with grief, brought his hand to +the salute, and standing thus motionless he watched his +old master die.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_III"> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>OF MY NEW GUARDIAN, AND HER KINDNESS</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>The snow was very deep and still falling on the day of my +grandfather’s funeral, and many of his friends and +neighbours who would willingly have honoured Colonel +Stewart by following him to the grave, were unable to win +through the drifts to Inverkeithing. Had the roads been +more passable they would, Phemie told me, have thought +little of riding twenty, thirty, or even fifty miles to foregather +at Rosyth House, partly out of friendship for the dead +man no doubt, but also because such meetings are a means +of seeing friends and hearing news in a quiet and not over +populous neighbourhood.</p> + +<p>For the honour of the house, our good Phemie saw to +it that the board was well-spread in the dining-room, and +that roast and boiled meats in plenty, and the best of my +poor grandpapa’s cellar, were set forth before the hungry +mourners. But out of pity for the orphan girl, whom they +knew to be alone in the house, the gentlemen were +wondrous considerate, and neither sat long over their +meat, nor indulged freely in wine-drinking. The names of +some of these kindly men, as retailed to me by Phemie, are +still clear in my memory. There were Mr. Moubray of +Culcarnie, or Cockairney as it is now called; Sir John +Henderson of Fordell; and the Earl of Moray from +Donibristle Castle. Sir Alexander Bruce, he that was now +Earl of Kincardine, came from Broomhall; and Sir +Robert Blackwood, that not long before had purchased the +estate of Pitreavie, rode with him to show respect to the +old Colonel’s memory.</p> + +<p>I was sitting in an upper chamber, disconsolate enough, +and growing rather weary of the murmur of voices below, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span> +when I heard what seemed to be the bustle of an arrival at +the front door.</p> + +<p>“Some late comer,” I was thinking, with girlish bitterness, +“just in time to join the feast,” when my door opened, and +I heard a pleasant voice say softly, “Nay, I thank you, I +would see the young lady alone,” and rising from my seat +I was confronted by a lady still wrapped in her travelling +cloak, who came forward quickly, pushing back the hood +from her face.</p> + +<p>“My poor Barbara,” cried she, “to think that a girl +should be alone on such a day as this! I would have given +twenty pound to have been with you earlier, my bairn, +but I will explain the delay by-and-bye. Didst think +thyself forsaken by all kind friends, my little Barbara, as +well ye might?”</p> + +<p>Then putting her hands on my shoulders, and holding +me from her, she smiled.</p> + +<p>“Nay! not little Barbara now, but tall Barbara, bonny +Barbara, winsome Barbara. Even with so sad a face you +mind me of your mother, child, but never, oh never, will +you be as beautiful as she.”</p> + +<p>Without speaking I drew her to the settle by the fire. I +knew very well who she was—my lady in the blue gown, +with the merry voice and the kind smile, the “Cousin +Katie” of my childhood, my new guardian, Lady Erskine. +And then she fell to talking of my loss, and praised my +dear grandpapa for a kindly and courteous gentleman, a +brave and honourable soldier, a man of wisdom and +intellect, polished and mellowed by contact with the +world. I know not now all she said of him, but when she +ended, I felt that it was a proud thing to be the granddaughter +of such a man, even although he had borne no +high-sounding title, nor held any great position as the +world counts greatness.</p> + +<p>After a thoughtful silence between us, she took my hand +in hers and smiled brightly.</p> + +<p>“And now for my explanation and apology, Barbara. I +was indeed expected at the Hermitage a sennight since, as +Colonel Stewart had heard, but alas! what should befall +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span> +but that my youngest son should be ailing—no serious +sickness, thank God! but one of those childish bouts of +heats and chills, when the little head is heavy and the +active limbs grow weak, and the poor bairn lacks nothing +but to lie in its minnie’s lap. I fear you will blame me, +Barbara; I am held by my own sisters to be a weak and +foolish mother in that I let my children see how much I +love them. Alack! I cannot hinder my love from having +its way, and when a bairn is sick, and weak, and helpless, +what better place can be found for it than its mother’s +arms?</p> + +<p>“Ah, I see you agree with me, my dear, I have nothing to +fear from your censure. Well, my little Harry held me in +Alva with his tiny hands, though had I known the truth of +what was happening here, I own I would have tried to +break away a little sooner. I arrived at Dysart only last +night, found your poor grandpapa’s letter awaiting me +there, and learned the sad news that he was to be buried +to-day. All my brothers are from home, and my lord is an +old man unfit to venture out in such a storm; otherwise, +my dear, some of my family would have been present at the +funeral. But when I thought of you, poor child, alone and +friendless in your sorrow, I could not wait another day +before I came to you.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed, cousin,” I said, “I am most grateful and glad +to see you. But I know not how your horses had power to +drag you through the drifts. Did not the wheels stick +often?”</p> + +<p>“I did not come on wheels, my dear, or I should never +have reached you.”</p> + +<p>“What, did you ride then?” I cried, astonished.</p> + +<p>“No, no, I sat in my coach and kept as warm among +my wraps as possible.”</p> + +<p>Then, seeing my perplexity, she added,</p> + +<p>“Have you never heard how in colder countries than +Scotland the people ride about in winter in sleighs, that +glide over the surface of the snow without making any +deep ruts as wheels would? You must know that my +husband’s youngest brother, Dr. Robert Erskine, is private +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span> +physician to that great man, Peter, the Czar of all the +Russias, and lives with him in Moscow, the capital of his +kingdom. Well, when brother Robin writes about the +sleighing and the comfort and convenience of it, and how +smoothly they rush along, Sir John, my husband, claps +his hand to his forehead and cries out, ‘Just the thing for +Scotland! we’ll try it when the first snow comes!’ Oh, +Barbara!” cried my lady with sparkling eyes, “there +never was such a man as mine for trying new inventions, +they are verily the delight of his life. So he writes to +Russia for instructions as to the method, and gets a drawing +from his brother how it’s done, and then when next the +snow lies deep, off come the wheels of our lightest +coach, and ’tis placed on runners and becomes a sleigh.”</p> + +<p>“And now, my dear Barbara,” said my lady, after I had +asked many eager questions and received most kind +replies, “now we must talk business. How old are +you, my dear?”</p> + +<p>“I shall be seventeen, madam, in February.”</p> + +<p>“Why, you are a woman grown. Too old to go back to +school, eh?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, madame!” I cried, “if only I need not return!”</p> + +<p>“Ah! you have not much love for the blackboard and +the ruler; or is it the virginal and tambour-stitch that you +are weary of?”</p> + +<p>“Nay, cousin, I love my lessons, and my dear grandpapa +was, as you know, a learned gentleman. We read many +books together that Mistress Lindsay and her sister, I am +sure, never saw. He made me study French and talk it +with him all my life, that I might not forget my mother’s +tongue. The sisters Lindsay could teach me no more of +that than I knew. I like to play on the virginal and sing, +and my satin-piece and sampler were the best in the school. +I can walk a minuet and sweep a curtsey with the best, and—and—in +fact, madam, I know not what more they can +teach me!”</p> + +<p>To this conceited speech, my lady replied with a smile +and the quiet remark,</p> + +<p>“You had a more fortunate up-bringing than many +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span> +country maids, my dear. Never forget what you owe to +your good grandfather’s care. But still, I think,” she +continued, “though not quite for the reasons you give, +that you have been long enough at school, and now as to +the question of a home.”</p> + +<p>“My grandpapa thought,” I ventured timidly, “that +perhaps my Lord Sinclair, your father——”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” she interrupted, “he writ me of that in his letter. +But the Hermitage is not the home I should choose for +you. My lord is old, and my sisters are often away from +home. You would scarce be happy at the Hermitage, +Barbara; do you think you could be happy with me?”</p> + +<p>“With you, madam?” I cried.</p> + +<p>“At Alva,” she replied. “There are the two little boys, +you know, Charles and Henry—very good-humoured +children, though I, their mother, say it. They keep us +stirring I can tell you, and dear little companions they are. +Charles is not yet six years old, he is called after his +paternal grandfather; little Henry, my father’s namechild, is +just turned four. There was another, Barbara——”</p> + +<p>She paused, and her eyes took that deep, still look that +I have seen in the eyes of other mothers of dead children.</p> + +<p>“Little Jamie, my bonnie baby! God only lent him to us +for a few months, not quite a year, then He took him back +again. Ah, Barbara, to see your baby lying dead—that +makes a wound in a mother’s heart that the good God +himself cannot wholly heal; indeed, I think He knows +better than to try. But let us not speak of these sad +things. Do you think you could live happy with us at +Alva?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, very gladly indeed, madam,” I cried. “But Sir +John—he has not been asked. He knows nothing as yet +of my dear grandfather’s death.”</p> + +<p>“My dear,” said Lady Erskine, and the light in her +face made even me, a young girl, wonder, “Sir John is my +husband, and master in his own house truly, but he is still +my lover, my best friend, my kindest companion, and no +wish that I express doth he ever gainsay. Whether it be +that I never wish for anything that could displease him I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> +know not, but I am very sure that I have only to tell him +the truth about you, and to say that I desire you to live +with us, for him to receive you at Alva with the warmest, +most fatherly of welcomes. His brother, Charles, is, as +you know, appointed your other guardian, and it is meet +and right you should share our home.”</p> + +<p>And so, in short, it was arranged, and more besides, for +before she left Rosyth that day, my Lady Erskine had +talked with Robert and Phemie, and prayed them in her +gracious way, to accompany me to Alva House.</p> + +<p>“If Robert will take charge of the stables,” she said, +“he will be doing Sir John a kindness, and find enough to +occupy his time; and as for you, my good Phemie, I ask +nothing better than to install you as head of my nursery, +where you may keep an eye on my turbulent little lads, and +watch over your own young lady as well.”</p> + +<p>Not all of her kind intentions were carried out, however, +for alas! old Robert had contracted so grievous a chill +standing bare-headed in the snow-storm by Colonel +Stewart’s grave, that a mighty inflammation of the lungs +set in, and before ten days were past the good old man +was laid at the feet of his beloved master.</p> + +<p>“I kent weel hoo it wad be!” said Phemie sadly, yet +with a certain pride in her tones. “Robbie was aye that +set upon the maister, he just couldna bide wantin’ him!”</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IV"> + CHAPTER IV + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>I GO TO ALVA</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>It hath often been a matter of surprise to me, as well as of +great thankfulness, that a beneficent Providence should have +cast my lot with friends so large-hearted and generous as +Sir John Erskine and his dear lady. I might so easily +have been compelled to find a home with people of a very +different type, kind and excellent no doubt, but ignorant, +narrow and obscure. It might have been my fate to live +with a family of austere manners, of rigid life, of homely +interests, like so many families at that time in Scotland, +which indeed would have ill-accorded with my own disposition, +and who knows what disastrous results might have +ensued? With such people, and I have met with many in +my life, ’twould have been scarce possible for me to live +happily, nor, I suppose, would they have found me to their +taste any more than I them. For looking back upon my +early life and character I know that I was but an undisciplined +girl, needing firm but gentle guiding, spoiled by +indulgence no doubt, impulsive, hot-headed, and rash, +inheriting from my mother a strain of gaiety and light-heartedness +calculated to lead me into temptation, and +withal impatient of control. Still to be just to myself, I +must allow that I was affectionate, honest, and fearless, and +so capable of strong attachment to one whom I admired +and loved as I did my Cousin Catherine, that any sacrifice +made for her or hers seemed easy, and her simplest word +was enough to check me, so eager was I at all times for her +approbation.</p> + +<p>My dear husband, who knows me, I think, as no other +human being ever did, tells me sometimes that one of my +chief characteristics (he is too kind to call it a fault), is to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span> +idealise where I love. I believe he is right; but though it +lays me open now and then to his friendly ridicule, I +would not have it otherwise. It is a power (though some +regard it as a weakness), which raises the standard of life +for those who possess it. It closes their eyes to the mean +side of human nature, for except where love and admiration +are possible they take little concern; it gives wings to the +hopeful heart that lift it high above the quagmires of +despair, and it opens to faithful eyes a secret window in +Heaven that lets a little of the holy light shine forth upon +the dark things of the earth. And if we seldom realise +our ideals, what then? Are we any the worse for having +sought them? No more than is the lark, who, having +mounted half a mile towards the sun, sinks back singing to +his lowly nest, only to rise again to-morrow.</p> + +<p>I had no sooner set eyes upon Sir John Erskine, than I +understood, in a dim and girlish way, the meaning of that +light which I had seen upon his wife’s face when she spoke +of him to me. There was that in his big and burly form, +as he stood at the door of his house to welcome us, in the +kindly lines of his face and the humorous gleam of his eye, +in the hearty tones of his great manly voice that had yet a +thrill of tenderness in them, that caused me to realise, as +far as a young maid may, that here was a man that no +woman and very few men could dislike. I have heard +since that day, God knows, many evil things about Sir John, +not one half of which I believe. I know him to have been a +careless liver, gay, reckless and imprudent, more witty than +wise, and as wild in his speculations and inventions as any +foolish gambler. I know what misfortunes his conduct +brought to his family, and I cannot but blame him for +many things that he did, and yet with it all he was a much +loved man, one whom his friends excused even while they +accused him, a man who never did a cowardly action, nor, I +firmly believe, ever spoke an unkind word—in short, a man +of genius wanting ballast, but possessing a most generous +nature, and a charm of manner that won all hearts, even +those that were fain to reprove him.</p> + +<p>To me, Barbara Stewart, the orphan girl who had but +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span> +little claim upon him, he was kind beyond all telling, and +if my lenient view of his character be somewhat inspired +by grateful remembrance, who can blame me?</p> + +<p>I can see him now as he appeared to me on that late +winter afternoon, lifting his wife over the snow-sprinkled +threshold into the lighted hall, and kissing her hands with +tender courtesy while she clung to his arm for a moment, +her sweet face raised to his. But before I had time to do +more than cast a glance of timid curiosity round, she turned +and drew me forward.</p> + +<p>“And this is Mistress Barbara Stewart,” cried Sir John, +holding out his hand in kindest greeting. “I bid you +welcome to Alva, my dear young lady, and trust you will +find with us a happy home. Our family and yours have +intermarried more than once in by-gone years, so I beg of +you to look upon me now and always as your loving kinsman +and faithful servant.”</p> + +<p>With that he made me a very low bow, which I answered +with a deep but modest curtsey, trying in faltering, girlish +words to express my thanks for his goodness. But the +strangeness of my surroundings and perhaps the fatigues +of the long, cold journey well-nigh overcame my composure, +and I cast my eyelids down to hide the rising tears. My +lady came to my rescue, and taking my hand in hers, +began to lead me towards the staircase.</p> + +<p>“Poor Barbara,” said she, “is quite exhausted; her +very lips are stiff with cold. She will answer your courteous +speeches better, my life, when she hath drunk a cup of hot +wine, and sat awhile beside the fire; and here are our little +lads waiting to kiss her hand.”</p> + +<p>Looking up, I saw descending slowly towards us two of +the bonniest boys it had ever been my lot to meet. The +elder, whose fair face was lighted up with eager excitement, +looked ready to fly to his mother’s arms, had it not been +that his steps were hampered by the less active movements +of his younger brother whose hand he carefully held. +Golden-haired and blue-eyed, with strong and sturdy limbs, +little Charles appeared to me a child to rejoice the hearts +of parents and friends alike; but charming as he was, it +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span> +was to the pretty baby, Hal, that my whole heart went out +upon our first meeting. He looked at me from a pair of +eyes so large and dark that I named him “Harold Beaux-yeux” +on the spot, and after a moment’s grave contemplation +of me, his little face broke into a winning and +bewitching smile, and he suffered me, stranger as I was, to +take him in my arms, with the most gracious air of dignity +in the world.</p> + +<p>You may judge if Barbara did not speedily forget her +loneliness and fatigue as she pressed the lovely child to +her heart, and how soon the happy prattle of both the +little lads gave her the blessed sense of feeling perfectly at +home.</p> + +<p>Limited as my experience was, I very quickly discovered +that the manner of living at Alva House was greatly in +advance of the general rule in Scotland at that time. Not +only was the restless genius of Sir John continually engaged +in schemes for beautifying and embellishing his estate, but +the appointments inside the house showed culture and +refinement which could only have been acquired by contact +with the world beyond our narrow borders. The walls of +the public rooms were set in panels and hung with pictures, +there were carpets and rugs upon the floors—a luxury by +no means common even in the houses of the rich—curtains +of foreign tapestry hung over the doorways and before the +windows, and silken cushions and pieces of rich embroidery +added beauty to the furnishings. My lady drank her tea +at “the four hours” out of dainty chinay cups brought +from overseas, and the house was full of beautiful and +curious objects fetched home by Sir John and others from +Paris, Holland and London, or things of stranger, wider +interest sent by Doctor Robin Erskine from his far-off +home in Moscow.</p> + +<p>The winter months went swiftly, and, when in the middle +of February the snow had left the ground, Sir John was +constantly employed with his men at the work so dear to +his heart, namely: making walks and terraces about the +house, improving the garden, and laying out the policies to +the best advantage. Having gathered some small interest +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> +in such matters from my dear grandfather, I was ever +ready to accompany my kind host in his tours of inspection, +especially as my lady, having contracted a cold in the +latter end of January which still confined her to the house, +was unable to be his companion, a source of grief at all +times to her whose happiest moments were those spent by +her husband’s side.</p> + +<p>“Go you with him, Barbara!” she would cry with a +smile. “Oh, go, and listen to his talk, but don’t forget the +lonely and jealous wife who would fain be taking your +place!”</p> + +<p>To say truth, Sir John proved himself an entertaining +comrade, and since he was pleased to remark that I had +an intelligence for outdoor matters beyond my years, he +would discourse to me about his plans and schemes for +hours together.</p> + +<p>“You must understand, Barbara,” he said one day, +“that although I have little liking for the English or their +manners, and, so far as seeking good company goes, would +infinitely rather take ship and sail to France than step into +my coach and be carried to London, yet I cannot but +allow that in matters of agriculture and husbandry, in +farming, forestry, and all country lore, our southern +neighbours are many years ahead of us.”</p> + +<p>“Will you please to tell me about England, Sir John,” +I said, partly from genuine interest in his talk, and partly, +I doubt not, with unconscious feminine guile because I +saw that it pleased him to have a listener.</p> + +<p>“Since 1707,” he went on, “the year, as you are aware, +of the political union of the two countries, a union which +has scarce yet proved very happy for Scotland, but which +I have strong hopes may yet be the making of her +commercial fortune, and aid greatly in the general +amelioration of her people—well, since the Union, I and +many others, as members of Parliament have been obliged +to ride yearly to London; and passing as I do, so many of +the seats of the nobility and gentry, I was at first struck with +amazement, then with shame, and finally with envy that +gave birth to emulation, to think that within a few +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span> +hundred miles of these, our land—with far greater natural +beauty to boast of—should be left so wild, so bare, so +uncultivated. My kinsman and neighbour, the Earl of +Mar, has indeed shown a noble example at his house at +Alloa, and it will give my lady pleasure to take you there +one day to see his gardens. They are laid out in the +Dutch taste, and are modelled on those at Hampton Court, +which, as you know, was the favourite residence of King +William. My lord gives constant employment to something +like a dozen men under a master-gardener, and he +has of late years planted a large number of forest-trees. +But though his zeal for this sort of work is great, and his +taste remarkable, he cannot be persuaded to take so much +interest in the enclosing of pastures, or the dressing and +enriching of his fields, as I could wish.”</p> + +<p>“Is the cultivation in England finer than ours?” I +asked.</p> + +<p>“Oh, beyond all comparison!” quoth Sir John. “It +would astonish you, my dear Barbara, to see upon a June +day, the rich waving foliage of trees that stretch for miles +along the smooth and pleasant highways, the well-tilled +fields divided by blossoming hedges, the comfortable inns, +the neat cottages with their little gardens well filled with +flowers and fruit. One receives an impression of peace, +comfort and prosperity which is very pleasing, and as I +said before, it seems strange to think that the two countries +lie close to each other, and that their climates are not so very +different. It irks me the more,” he went on, “in that +Scotsmen themselves are acknowledged by all foreigners to +be more learned, wise and polite than the English, and +where many an English country squire would be barbarous, +ignorant and rude, a Scotsman of the same station displays +all the accomplishments of a well-bred gentleman. Yet in +matters of such importance as those I have mentioned +our country is not to be compared with theirs.”</p> + +<p>“Pray, Sir John,” cried I, “are not the farmers very +grateful to you for instructing them in more civilised +methods?”</p> + +<p>He laughed, a great merry laugh. “Indeed, my dear, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span> +they are not. They would fain dig up my trees and burn +my hedges, as hath been done already on some estates, +only I believe the love they bear to my lady holds them +back. They grumble monstrously at ‘Sir John’s new-fangled +ways,’ and say that the trees do but eat the good +out of the land, and the hedges harbour birds that devour +their grain. For some winters back I have fed my +beasts on clover-grass, red clover made into hay, which +the creatures relish and fatten on; but my tenants call it +English weeds, and prefer their old method of crushed +whin and dried bracken for winter fodder. Great and +powerful is the old devil, Ignorance, Barbara, and most +devoutly do some folk cling to his feet and worship +him.”</p> + +<p>“And what, Sir John, will enlighten them?” said I.</p> + +<p>“Nothing but intercourse with the outside world, which, +by degrees, will become easier and more general. Only +by seeing others living in better condition than himself +will the Scots peasant be moved to try to improve his +own lot.”</p> + +<p>“I am glad you are planting trees,” cried I. “They +are lovely and lovable, and their shelter and shade are +most pleasant.”</p> + +<p>“Ay,” said Sir John, “but all do not think alike on +this subject, for one of my tenants said to me but +yesterday, ‘If the Lord had ettled tae hae trees in the +carse, Sir John, wad He no’ hae planted them there +Himsel’?’ And when I made answer that, as the Lord +had not caused us to be born with houses on our backs +like the snail, doubtless He meant us to dwell upon the +bare hillside, the good old man looked at me sorrowfully, +and humbly begged my honour not to blaspheme. Now, +what,” said Sir John, with a shrug of his shoulders, “can +you make of a mind like that, Barbara?”</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_V"> + CHAPTER V + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>I HEAR OF THE SILVER GLEN FOR THE FIRST TIME</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>I can bring to mind one morning when my lady, having +recovered from her indisposition, called me to her and +proposed that we should walk through the grounds and +see what had been done about the place. The little boys, +tired of the nursery in which they had been prisoners +during a week of rain, came running and shouting by our +side. The sunshine made the fresh world golden; the +sky was blue and cloudless, and the wide carse seemed +to be a cup filled with opal-tinted air, rimmed by the +distant hills. The blackbird and the mavis led the +concert with their love-songs, and frequently we stopped +to listen to their notes. In the garden walks near the +house the deep yellow crocuses opened their hearts to +the sun, and the green spikes of the hyacinths pushed +through the brown earth, giving promise of beauty and +fragrance to come.</p> + +<p>“The spring is a lovesome time,” quoth my lady, +smiling happily on flowers and birds and children. +“When the earth renews herself after her winter torpor +I want to live for ever. I feel that every year we ought +to have the power like her to grow young and fresh +again; but, alas!” she sighed, “this is not so. We fade +like the leaves and drop off and are forgotten. Others +arise in our place, but we ourselves return again never.”</p> + +<p>“You will live for fifty happy years, at least, cousin,” +I cried, “and will come again in your children’s children +for many generations. It is impossible that you can +ever be forgotten!”</p> + +<p>She smiled at me and shook her head. “You must +bear with my moods, dear bairn, for, when you know me +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span> +better, you will find in me a strange commingling of light +and darkness, of gaiety and gloom. Sir John, who by +nature looks ever on the bright side of things, tells me +that I love to contemplate the clouds only. I know not +how it is, but even my happiness gives me pain, and I +enjoy all pleasures so keenly that the very enjoyment +ofttimes leaves me tired and sad.”</p> + +<p>I mind me of her words very well, because at the time +they struck me with a great surprise. Of all the women +I have seen and known my Cousin Catherine was the +one with whom I most associated the idea of constant, +gentle gaiety. The ready smile, the kindly word, with her +were never wanting, and although I have seen her angry +and disturbed enough when things went wrong and folks +were stupid, or when any injustice done came to her +knowledge, these moods were but the flashing of a summer +storm that quickly passed and left the wonted serenity +behind. That all her brightness covered unknown depths +of seriousness, and that the spring of her laughter lay +very near to tears, was an idea which, to my childish +mind, was well nigh incomprehensible. Looking back +across the years with wistful eyes—the years of chequered +light and shade, of joy and pain, of strife and peace that +have made up my life—I, grown older and wiser, know +and understand the sweet, deep nature of my friend, as +I never could have done while I was near her.</p> + +<p>“I have never seen you dumpish or melancholy, +madam,” I murmured, half abashed by her words. “I +took it that you were a very happy woman, cousin.”</p> + +<p>She laughed merrily at that.</p> + +<p>“Why, so I am, Barbara, one of the happiest in Scotland. +Never heed my words, child; I was but dreaming aloud.”</p> + +<p>I looked into her face, relieved, (so sensitive are the +young to the influences around them), and saw there a +look that spoke of happiness indeed. The soft pink +colour rose in her cheeks, and her eyes grew brighter +and softer as she gazed in front of her. Following her +glance, I caught sight of Sir John standing at the end of +the long avenue, directing his men at their work.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span></p> + +<p>“Why, there is your papa, my little sons,” she cried. +“Now, see who can reach him first to kiss his hand. If +Barbara would run with little Hal, perhaps it would be +safer for the small feet.”</p> + +<p>At this, nothing loth, we three children (for I was little +better than a child when it came to a frolic) ran off down +the broad walk with shouts of glee, and, because of Baby +Harry’s lagging steps, to which I had to pay heed, the +race was won by Master Charles, very proud and triumphant.</p> + +<p>“Mama is here! mama is coming, papa!” he cried, +“and she bids me kiss your hand. Will you walk with +us, if you please, Sir John, and show Barbara the mavis’s +nest we found before the rain began?”</p> + +<p>With a parting word to his men and a kindly smile +to me, Sir John lifted little Hal to his shoulder and +walked back with us to meet my lady.</p> + +<p>And here I may say that what my Lady Erskine had +told me of her method with her children was perfectly +true. There were more love and confidence between +these little lads and their parents than was at all common +in most families; and yet I did not find that the conduct +of the children needed censure, nor that their characters +suffered in any way. How was it possible when their +lives were made so bright that their minds should not +expand more readily than when surrounded by dread +and gloom? Was their obedience not more spontaneous, +and therefore more precious, because given through love, +than when forced by fear of punishment? And was not +the frank exchange of thought with older minds a +constant advantage to their growing intelligence? And +yet I know that young Lady Alva was regarded by many +as a lax and indolent mother, seeing that she spared +herself the trouble of correcting her little sons by harsh +discipline and stern reproof.</p> + +<p>“When my own life is filled with so much brightness, +Barbara,” she said to me one day, after a visiting neighbour +had tried to bring her to a sense of her imperfections, +“how can I fail to make my children happy too?” And +she added in her sweet and pious way, “I do most truly +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span> +endeavour to lead my little ones to love their Heavenly +Father through the love their earthly parents bare to them. +But there are some folk, Barbara, who think it shame to +talk of earthly love, and presumption to think of the +heavenly, and with such I have no traffic in thought or +sympathy at all.”</p> + +<p>Such, then, was the atmosphere in which these children +were brought up, and I must own that two more innocent, +sprightly, good-humoured little lads it would have been +hard to find.</p> + +<p>But to return to the happy party on that sunny morning +strolling in the broad walk. While little Hal was prattling +from his father’s shoulder, my lady walking by her +husband’s side, her hand locked in his, Charles skipping +and running, now before, now behind, and Barbara as gay +and careless as any, it suddenly occurred to me to make a +somewhat forward remark.</p> + +<p>“Pray, Sir John,” I cried, “are you not a very rich man, +to be able to give work to so many folk?”</p> + +<p>Looking back over my shoulder as I asked this question, +I intercepted a glance between Sir John and my lady, +which appeared to me full of mutual understanding. +Instead of replying to me the gentleman said softly to his +wife, “Shall we tell her the secret of the hills, my heart?” +To which she replied in French,</p> + +<p>“I think she is to be trusted; but be careful of the children, +my friend, for our eldest is ever ready to pick up information, +and has not yet the discretion to withhold it from others.”</p> + +<p>“You must know, Barbara,” said Sir John in the same +language, which he spoke with great fluency and address, +“that what you say is true. I am indeed a wealthy man, +so wealthy that all my schemes of policy for this place, +though likely to cost a fortune, will not exhaust my +resources. You have heard that I am the possessor of +coal mines, which already yield me a good sum yearly; +but now I am going to tell you of something more precious +still to be found within the bowels of those dear, beautiful +hills, of which you are so great an admirer. What do you +say to silver, Mademoiselle, a vein of silver, forming a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> +mine so rich that it seems as if neither I nor my sons will +ever come to an end of it!”</p> + +<p>“Silver!” I exclaimed, more astonished than I ever expected +to be. “Silver in Scotland, Sir John? Why, I +never imagined such a thing possible.”</p> + +<p>“Not only possible, but actually here,” rejoined the +knight, “and some day you shall be taken to see it in +working. Now that the frost is like to be out of the +ground if this thaw continues, we can set in motion the +engineers and miners, who, during the winter months, are +perforce kept idle. Oh, there is no end to my dreams and +imaginings about this ore, and what may be done with it—Why +do you pull so hard at my hand, my lady?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, my dear Sir John,” cried she, half laughing and +half vexed; “your mine is like the milkmaid’s pail in the +fable. Think of its fate, and of the disappointment of the +poor dreamer, and do not let your hopes soar too high.”</p> + +<p>“Ta-ta-ta, my dear,” cried her husband, “now is not this +just like you? No sooner do I begin about the glories of +our future wealth, which is no dream, but founded on solid +fact, than you tug at my hand, pull down your pretty lip, +and cry, ‘Beware!’”</p> + +<p>“I care not for your scorn, dear husband,” said Lady +Erskine seriously. “There is something within me +stronger than I, which whispers forebodingly whenever this +mine of yours is mentioned. I know not what it means, +but if I believed these inner ghostly warnings, I should say +that your silver is fated one day to bring us all ill-luck.”</p> + +<p>“But how many times, my life, have your warnings +come to naught? Did you not say t’other day that you +had a heavy presentiment of coming evil which concerned +our eldest son, and the only thing that happened to him was +the bruising of his fingers with the carpenter’s hammer. And +when I was well-nigh lost in a storm crossing from France, +two years since, were you not merry and gay in your father’s +house, recking nothing of your poor spouse his danger?”</p> + +<p>My lady laughed, but she gave a little shiver. “Do not +remind me of these horrors, I pray you. What I feel about +the mine I cannot explain, and foolish though it may be, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> +it has yet to be proved groundless. Look you, my dear, +is it not possible for the precious metal suddenly to give +out, and to leave you with all your projects on your hands, +and nothing wherewith to meet them?”</p> + +<p>“Now, a truce to such gloomy forebodings!” cried Sir +John gaily in English, and calling to Charles to lead the +way to the mavis’s nest, he swung little Hal to the ground +and bade him run with his brother, while their father would +do his best to catch them.</p> + +<p>“Will you tell me, madam,” I said, as we walked more +slowly behind, “why you bade Sir John speak French a +little while back? Is the silver mine to be kept secret?”</p> + +<p>“Assuredly, my dear Barbara,” cried my lady in some +alarm; “I understood you to have gathered as much from +our method of talk. This, you must know, is one of our +difficulties, and it is perhaps the chief reason why the subject +lies so heavy on my mind. The affair is worked in +secret, and kept private to our family, for should the knowledge +of it slip out, there are not wanting those who could +make trouble for Sir John. By an ancient act in Scots +law, all ore found in the country must pay a heavy tax to +the Crown; and as Sir John has no great mind to enrich +the coffers of the Hanoverian, either in a public or private +way, he hath hitherto managed to keep all knowledge of +his mine well within his control, and the silver it yields in +his own pocket. But alas! Barbara, a secret shared by +many is no secret at all, and there is no end to the mischief +that might ensue were you to let your tongue wag never so +wisely on the matter.”</p> + +<p>“Believe me, dearest cousin,” I cried with some heat, +“such a thing is far indeed from my intention. I would +rather be dumb for the rest of my life than harm you or +Sir John by one careless word. There is nothing I would +not do to serve you and yours, madam, who have been so +unspeakably kind to me. Pray, pray, believe me, and +trust me as you would your own heart.”</p> + +<p>“What a fiery creature it is!” said my lady, smiling +kindly, as she patted my flushed cheek. “Well—but all +I ask of you, Barbara, is just a little discretion.”</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VI"> + CHAPTER VI + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>INTRODUCES SEVERAL CHARACTERS</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>“Aunt Betty returns home to-day!” cried Charles one +morning, as I came into their room to give my good +Phemie greeting, “and I am to ride with the coach to +fetch her, my mama says, and to be her little escort.”</p> + +<p>Now I had heard much from my Lady Erskine of her +favourite sister Betty, and was looking forward with girlish +eagerness mixed with diffidence (being troubled with the +fear that the engaging young lady might not find me to her +taste), to making her acquaintance. I therefore turned +quickly to the child and clapped my hands.</p> + +<p>“How glad I am to hear it!” I cried. “She is very +bright, and gay and pretty, is she not, your Aunt Betty?”</p> + +<p>The boy stared at me for a moment in surprise, and then +he broke into a laugh.</p> + +<p>“Why, no, Cousin Barbara,” he cried. “Aunt Betty is +dull and sad, and—but my mama does not allow me to say +it—sometimes a little ill-humoured. We must be very +gentle with Aunt Betty because she is old, but I must own +to you that I do not love her very much.”</p> + +<p>“She gives me sugar-drops,” cried little Hal stoutly, +“and for that I love her—sometimes!”</p> + +<p>My perplexity grew as I looked from one bright face +to the other.</p> + +<p>“Whither do you ride to meet her?” I asked of Charles.</p> + +<p>“Oh, all the way to Stirling!” he cried. “I may not +be back till bed-time. I am a big lad now, cousin; I +do not need to sleep during the day like my brother.”</p> + +<p>“But does not your Aunt Betty live at Dysart with my +lord, your grandpapa?” I enquired, still much in a puzzle.</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes!” they cried together, “the other Betty does, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span> +dear Betty, kind Betty! She it is who is bright and gay. +But great-aunt Betty Erskine—well, you will see!”</p> + +<p>“She hath been spending some months,” went on +Charles, “with her brother the Colonel, who you know +is Governor of the Castle of Stirling. I love to go with +him round the ramparts, and he took me once down into +the dungeons, but—” with a faint note of regret—“there +were no prisoners in them.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps there will be some before very long,” I said +to console him, little dreaming how soon my careless +words were to come true.</p> + +<p>“Well, be very careful of your great-aunt, Cha, and we +must all endeavour to make her happier when she comes.”</p> + +<p>My good opinion of my dear lady, already great, was +much increased when I beheld her bearing towards her +husband’s aunt, for with the direct ways of children, her +sons had spoken nothing but the truth.</p> + +<p>Mistress Betty Erskine, who made her home for some +months of the year at Alva, was not a cheerful inmate for +any house. Her age, her infirmities, and a certain habit +of looking on the worst side of everything, rendered her +querulous and gloomy; and I watched with admiration, +learning gradually to curb my own impatience and follow +the example of the house, the gentle toleration with which +the poor lady was treated. Sir John had ever a cheerful +word with which to greet her. My lady bore her complainings +with quiet kindness, and the little boys, as you +have seen, were taught to behave to her with deference +and respect. And surely ’tis a beautiful thing to see this +kindly treatment of the old, for age, beyond a doubt, is +a great misfortune, and one from which there is no escape +but death. Sure, no one would choose to grow old, but +would prefer to keep their youth and vigour unimpaired; +and though many (unlike poor Aunt Betty,) give us fair +and sweet examples of a cheerful old age, even towards +these some patience is required, and every sympathetic +art should be used that can console them.</p> + +<p>At last, however, “the other Betty” did arrive, and +what a rush of fresh gaiety entered the house with her! +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> +If my lady was the personification of peaceful cheerfulness, +her sister was the very spirit of joyous merriment. The +first made me think of a soft bright day in June, but +the other was April and July in one, with at times a brisk +touch of December. Such laughter, such kindness, such +whims, such little tempers! And how the Honourable Betty +contrived to be so charming with it all has puzzled wiser +heads than Barbara’s.</p> + +<p>Even her own sister was sometimes astonished at her +sayings and doings, her sudden gusts of anger, her sharp +words, her fits of gloom, but before she had time to +reprove her, Betty’s arms would be round her neck, +and a gay laugh or a murmur of loving words would +disarm her displeasure. Sir John watched them together, +laughing at and with his sister-in-law, for they were fast +friends and boon companions, although the knight teased +her sometimes almost to the verge of tears. Her little +nephews adored her, and any servant about the place +would cheerfully have cut off a finger at her bidding. +Even great-aunt Betty smiled a wintry smile at some of +her gay sallies, and forgot to complain of the weather, +or the country, or her own aches and pains, while Betty +held the table at attention.</p> + +<p>I remember the day she came, a breezy, sunny, laughing +April afternoon, when we were assembled in the parlour +for “the four hours.” Suddenly there was a sound of +horses’ feet stamping and scraping at the front-door, and +a merry voice made itself heard above the din, calling +out for Andrew, or Peter, to come and take the nags.</p> + +<p>“Why, tis Betty!” cried my lady rising, the pretty +colour coming to her cheeks as it did so easily upon +any excitement, and before I knew it we were both in +the front-hall, watching the dismounting of a lady in a +dark blue habit, assisted by a man in the garb of a +gentleman, whose face I could not see. Another moment, +and with a rush and a whirl she was in my lady’s arms, +and saying a hundred merry, happy things in a breath.</p> + +<p>“I thought you would like me to take you by surprise, +sister,” she cried, “and it was so long to wait till next +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> +week, and I longed to be with you and to see Sir John +before his departure, and the travelling-coach lacks repairs; +so as the roads are good and the weather fine, my lord +permitted me to ride horseback with, as you see, our +good friend David for escort.”</p> + +<p>At this she beckoned with her hand to the young +gentleman who stood on the threshold, and Sir John, +coming up at that moment, he gave him hearty greeting.</p> + +<p>“Welcome, friend David!” he cried, laying his hand upon +the other’s shoulder, “and so this wild girl as usual bids +you drop all other duties, and act as mounted guard in +her ladyship’s journeyings. Oh, ho! Mistress Betty, art +never happy but with a train of followers all ready to do +thy bidding.”</p> + +<p>“Nay, Sir John,” cried Betty, pouting, but holding +up her cheek for him to kiss, “my train of followers +this time is modest enough, though to be sure David +Pitcairn is, for kindness and quickness, a host in himself, +as the saying is. But when a poor girl hath only brothers +who are ever too busy to attend her, and a father, loving +and tender but infirm, must she refuse herself the comfort +of a gentleman’s company upon the road, and be content +with serving-men?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed!” cried the young gentleman, who had meantime +been paying his respects to my lady, “Mistress +Betty knows how willing all her friends are to serve her, +and Sir John is aware that no duties could possibly stand +in the way of a gracious command to attend her.”</p> + +<p>Now I may say here that I have seen Elizabeth Sinclair +in many dresses and in various surroundings—in the ballroom, +swimming and languishing through the minuet +with infinite grace; in the garden gathering roses; in +the still room, her white arms bare and her pink fingertips +daintily busy; laughing and romping with the children, +her hair ruffled, and her breath coming quick through +parted lips; at her spinning-wheel in the twilight, silent +and absorbed; and seated at the virginal, singing some +old French song, her round chin uplifted and the candle-light +forming a halo round her head; but fair and attractive +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span> +as she was in all these attitudes, I loved and admired +the most to see her on horseback. Then, indeed, she +appeared at her best—slim, graceful, joyous, a thing of +life and motion swaying to every movement of the animal +as though the same will inspired them both; and it is no +marvel to me now to recall the adoring look with which +young Mr. Pitcairn regarded her as he spoke. Even +then, I, a girl but just waking up to the knowledge of +life, thought ’twas writ plain in his face, how willingly +he would ride with the lovely and seductive Betty through +the wide world till life ended.</p> + +<p>But all this time I had been standing apart watching the +newly arrived lady, shy, silent and doubtful, longing for +a word, a look of recognition, but heavy at heart with the +fear that she might find me too young, too trivial to notice; +and then my lady’s kind voice said, “And this is Barbara.”</p> + +<p>Betty turned on me in her swift, light way.</p> + +<p>“Why, of course it is!” she cried, and her hands +clasped mine, and her merry eyes were raised to my face, +for she was several inches the shorter.</p> + +<p>“What a tall girl! and oh!—my dear Barbara, I swear +it is not honest to steal a Scotswoman’s complexion of +clear white and red, and add to it a foreigner’s charms of +liquid dark eyes and hair nearly black.” Then pulling +my face down, she whispered roguishly, “Dost know that +thou art lovely, child, and I am almost jealous of thee?”</p> + +<p>So saying, she turned and followed her sister into the +parlour, leaving me tingling with delight and confusion at +hearing for the first time from the lips of another the +thing that I had often hoped might be true.</p> + +<p>I think it was the next afternoon, for Mr. Pitcairn was +with us, and I know that he had been bidden to lie at +Alva for a couple of nights, that we made our excursion +to the Silver Glen.</p> + +<p>There are, as you know, many lovely ravines in the +Ochil Range, formed by the age-long working of the burns +that, rising near the summit, tumble noisily down the +sides by their self-made channels till they reach the quiet +river that bears them to the sea. These mountain-streams +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> +were ever a delight to me, and I could sit for hours upon +a mossy stone watching the ever-changing water as it +slipped past, now lying at rest in a quiet brown pool, anon +breaking over the stones with a gurgling ripple, and then +flinging itself down the steep rocks in a foaming cascade. +And as I watched I listened to the voices that for me were +never silent—three voices there were that talked, separately +and altogether—a deep roaring bass, a soft middle voice, +and a high tinkling treble; and what they said to me I +cannot tell you, but perhaps some young maid, who has +sat dreaming vague dreams to the sound of falling water, +reading this may remember and understand.</p> + +<p>The Silver Glen lies not far from Alva House, and +though small is very beautiful; and on this April day when +the young leaves of the birch trees were fast beginning to +shake themselves out of their winter wrappings and toss +their graceful beauty in the sun, when the ground smelt +sweet with new life, and the pale primrose and frail +anemone were beginning to appear in the grass, it seemed +to my foolish young mind a grievous thing that the place +should be filled with busy workers, that heaps of ore and +broken rock should lie in confusion beside the burn, and +that the sound of pick and hammer should almost drown +the music of the water.</p> + +<p>As we began to climb the hillside, Betty had turned to her +friend, David, with an impressive gesture, and cried gaily,</p> + +<p>“Remember, sir, the secret of the hills must be guarded +inviolate. Are you strong enough to keep silent?”</p> + +<p>They were standing a little apart, and no one but myself +heard his reply. Looking deep into her eyes, he said in +a low voice,</p> + +<p>“Betty, do you need to ask me that? You know that +I am!”</p> + +<p>Just for one moment a shadow fell on her face, and her +eyelids dropped. Then she gave a little laugh.</p> + +<p>“David, you are cruel to be so serious over a trifle! +What is it that I know? Can you hold your tongue, ay, +even in the torture-chamber, about what you are going to +see here? Remember the head of my dear Sir John +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span> +is not safe should you or any of us babble, for is it not +high treason to deprive the King of his revenues? Swear +eternal silence, or else turn round and march straight home.”</p> + +<p>“Madam,” cried Mr. Pitcairn, becoming aware, as I +think, of my presence, “I swear by the light of your own +beautiful eyes never to divulge the secret of what you are +about to show me.”</p> + +<p>With that we laughingly continued the ascent, and +joined my lady who stood at the entrance of one of the +long tunnels talking to a man whose back was turned +to us. Sir John had gone on a little further to where +some workmen were beginning to form a new opening.</p> + +<p>“Betty,” cried my lady on our approach, “here is +James Hamilton returned. He hath been, as I told you, +in Germany on an errand for Sir John, connected with the +assaying of the ore. He is glad enough to get back, I trow.”</p> + +<p>I glanced at the man who stood smiling beside her. +He was tall and had a handsome face, save that the eyes +were too near together; and although he was dressed in +the rough clothes of a common workman, he had the air +and bearing of a gentleman. When he spoke his accent +was refined, and his voice had a pleasant ring.</p> + +<p>“Yes, indeed, madam,” he answered, bowing low in +reply to Betty’s greeting, and then to me as my lady +pronounced my name. “I was not born for wandering. +Travel in foreign lands does but endear my own the more +to me.”</p> + +<p>“Tush, James!” cried Sir John, coming towards us, +“what is this nonsense you talk? ’Tis but to make +yourself acceptable in the eyes of the ladies, I dare swear. +If Mr. Pitcairn and I were alone with you, doubtless we +should hear another tale. Far be it from me to belittle +Scotland, but there’s many a flaxen-haired Gretchen and +blue-eyed Marie fair enough to delight the heart of man +betwixt Rhine and Elbe, and I’m vastly mistaken if thou’rt +the sort of fellow to go about with thine eyes shut to the +beauties of nature.”</p> + +<p>“I vow,” cried Mr. Hamilton, laughing in his turn, +“that I never, Sir John, in all my travels for the last two +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> +months, had the good fortune to light on anything so fresh, +so beautiful, so entrancing, as the group before me at this +moment.”</p> + +<p>He swept us a courteous bow which included all three, +but it seemed to me that his eye rested longest on Betty, +and a little wicked jealous pang pinched my heart. +Should I ever, I wondered, be so attractive as to draw the +eyes of all men to me as seemed to be the way with Betty. +Alas! what foolish, useless thoughts we suffer to lodge in +our minds when we are young, to the exclusion often of that +which is wiser, higher and infinitely more worthy.</p> + +<p>“La, Mr. Hamilton,” cried Betty, “you are vastly +polite. But as you have already told us that nothing in the +country pleased you, the compliment you pay us is not so +exalted as it seems.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Hamilton turned to my lady.</p> + +<p>“There is one thing, madam, with which I can never +keep pace,” he said, “travel as hard as I may, and that is +Mistress Betty’s tongue!”</p> + +<p>“I must own ’tis a very nimble one,” said my lady, +smiling. “And now, James, I want you to show the +working of the mine to Mistress Stewart, who hath but +lately come to live here. Give Mr. Hamilton your hand, +my dear, and trust yourself to his guidance.”</p> + +<p>It was a strange thing to me to leave the green and +sunny world behind, and to walk straight into the heart of +the hill, where, in the stifling darkness, by the dim light of +lanterns, men toiled and sweated with pick-axe and spade +to wrest from the very entrails of the earth the treasure +that was enabling Sir John to beautify and improve his +estate. The passage through which we walked was narrow—I +could lay a hand upon the walls on either side, and the +foot-way was rough and slippery and precarious, so much +so that I could scarce attend to what my guide was saying, +as he explained the method of finding and extracting the +silver. Here and there water oozed through the rock and +dripped upon us as we crept along, and presently we came +upon a deep hole or pit, where looking down I saw the +forms of men bending to their work. So weird and goblin-like +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> +they looked in that uncertain light that I shivered and +drew hastily back. Upon that Mr. Hamilton caught me +sharply by the arm with a quick word of warning, and +glancing round I perceived with a thrill of horror that +another opening or shaft, narrower but much deeper than +the first, gaped darkly just behind me. So startled was I at +the sight, that I clung to my companion’s arm in terror, and +for a moment could neither speak nor move. Seeing this, +Mr. Hamilton soothed me in a very kind and gentle way, +and turning slowly he guided my footsteps back along the +way we had come.</p> + +<p>“I must have your forgiveness, Mistress Barbara,” he +said, “for having startled you by so suddenly clutching at +your arm. But I feared that you might step too far the +other way, and I did not, as you may imagine, wish to see +the light of the loveliest eyes in all broad Scotland +quenched in the darkness of the pit.”</p> + +<p>Now, had I been a few years older or more experienced, +no doubt I should have treated this speech with the +haughty displeasure it deserved, for the man was a stranger, +and the young maid he addressed was the ward of his +employers; but Barbara was in those days very young, very +thoughtless and foolish, and the compliment pleased me, +little feather-head that I was, because it was the first that I +had ever received from one of the sterner sex. Here was a +proof of the admiration that I longed for, and an opportunity +of showing myself <i>the accomplished coquette</i>. The +sunlight was glimmering on the dusky walls as we +approached the entrance, so I tossed my head and replied +in tones which I fondly hoped resembled those of the +Honourable Betty,</p> + +<p>“La! Mr. Hamilton, you are monstrous kind, I am sure, +to pay me such a pretty compliment. But how can your +words be true, when you know that Mistress Betty is standing +within a few yards of us?”</p> + +<p>“Mistress Betty!” he cried in low tones, and with a +kind of soft amazement. “You cannot possibly think, +madam, that any man of taste would glance at that +charming lady while such an one as yourself was by?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span></p> + +<p>Now I have said that Barbara was silly, which is true; +but she was not for all that an absolute fool, and inexperienced +as she was, she had sense enough to see that this +time the compliment was too gross to be genuine. So she +laughed very merrily, and begged Mr. Hamilton not to talk +any more nonsense.</p> + +<p>We proceeded for some way in silence, but just as we +neared the full daylight the gentleman turned and spoke +quickly and gravely in my ear.</p> + +<p>“The truth, madam, can never be nonsense,” he said. +“For my part I would sooner have one glance from your +dark eyes, and a smile from your exquisite lips, than all the +sparkle and charm of Mistress Betty’s beauty and wit, +great as these are.”</p> + +<p>Alas! for my fleeting discretion, how his words set my +heart a-beating! When we stepped out upon the hillside into +the wind and the sunshine, I knew that my cheeks were +glowing, and my eyes shining with unwonted light.</p> + +<p>“Why, Barbara,” cried my lady, “you look fey! +What didst see and hear within the hill to give thee such a +colour, child?”</p> + +<p>I was silent in confusion, but Mr. Hamilton came to my +rescue.</p> + +<p>“I regret to tell you, madam, that Mistress Barbara +narrowly escaped falling down the shaft, and the little +incident has no doubt shaken her nerve.”</p> + +<p>“How strange!” scoffed Betty, with a keen glance at me. +“Now when I am frightened, sister, I turn as white as chalk: +but to be sure, Barbara’s way is the more becoming!”</p> + +<p>That night after Phemie had left me—for the good +creature would always attend me to my couch as in the old +days—I heard a light tap at my chamber door, and opening +it, I found Betty, in night-rail and slippers, standing on the +threshold, her fair hair demurely braided ready for her cap.</p> + +<p>“I am coming in, Barbara,” she said, and walking past +me into the room she seated herself in a chair, and left me +standing before her.</p> + +<p>“Now,” she cried, lifting a finger at me, “confess! +What did that man say to you to-day in the tunnel!”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span></p> + +<p>Utterly taken aback I could only gaze at her, and +gradually the remembrance of the words, which I had well-nigh +forgotten, came back to me, and the colour +deepened in my face.</p> + +<p>“Mistress Betty!” I cried, “what mean you?”</p> + +<p>“My good child,” she exclaimed, “do not try to +deceive me, for it is useless. I know as well as if I had +been by your side all the time that James Hamilton was +saying something to you, as foolish as it was pretty, down +there in the dark, and I wish to know what it was.”</p> + +<p>“But, madam,” I protested feebly, “I do not see why +I should tell you!”</p> + +<p>“Hoity-toity!” cried she, “so the child has some spirit! +And why not, pray? At so early a stage in the proceedings +he can hardly have said anything you are ashamed to repeat.”</p> + +<p>This was attacking me upon another side, and finding it +useless to fence with her, I weakly surrendered.</p> + +<p>“Ashamed!” I repeated, blushing hotly. “Why no, +scarcely that; but standing here with you, Mistress Betty, +the words seem to me senseless and vain, which by his side +in the darkness yet gave me a certain pleasure.”</p> + +<p>“Ahem! I thought so. He praised your dark eyes, I +suppose, and delicately gave you to understand that beauty +such as yours is a new and rare thing in this country-side. +Perhaps he told you that beside you I was not worth a +glance. Was that it?”</p> + +<p>Amazed, I could only murmur. “But how, madam, +could you know?”</p> + +<p>Betty lay back in her chair and laughed. “How do I +know? Ah, Barbara, what an innocent you are. I know +because I have been seventeen myself, though that was +some time ago now; and because men are all cut out on +one pattern, at least most of them; and because your eyes +and your blushes called it aloud to all the world; and +because compliments made to one maid are very much +like compliments paid to another, and—oh, well, because +I am a woman, and know a good many things without +being told at all.”</p> + +<p>I stood, looking no doubt as much chagrined as I felt, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span> +till Betty had finished speaking, then I threw myself down +on a settee a little way off, and cried petulantly.</p> + +<p>“But where is then the harm of a compliment, seeing +they are so common? and why should I not be innocent +in such matters—a girl but just out of school? ’Tis not +quite kind of you to laugh so, Mistress Betty.”</p> + +<p>She was grave again at once, and answered gently.</p> + +<p>“Nay, child, it was wrong of me to mock, and having +come to warn you, I have but succeeded in angering you. +Forgive me, Barbara. James Hamilton is a handsome man, +and a clever one; he is a scion of an old and noble +house, and ’tis no shame to him but much to his credit +that he works hard for his living. But, Barbara, I do not +trust him; why, I know not. There is something in his +nature antagonistic to my own. I mock and joke with +him, but all the time my spirit is saying to his spirit, ‘Keep +off, we are not friends!’ and if we lived together fifty +years, at the end of that time we should still be strangers.”</p> + +<p>She spoke so gravely that I could not be offended; here +was no womanish jealousy, no idle fault-finding, no carping +at a laggard lover. I was wise enough to comprehend this, +and I answered with a gravity equal to her own.</p> + +<p>“In what do you distrust him, madam?”</p> + +<p>Betty spoke more lightly.</p> + +<p>“Nay, that I can hardly tell you; but look you, my dear, +you are young, and fair, and a fortune. ’Twould not be +detrimental to James Hamilton’s ambitions to win a bride +like yourself; but you are destined, I trust, for better things +than that. During the summer you will see a good deal of +this gentleman, and I beg of you not to let yourself be +drawn into a net, out of which you might, later, long in +vain to escape.”</p> + +<p>Without waiting for a reply, she jumped up and made +for the door, crying,</p> + +<p>“Good-night! Forget not the words of wisdom, but do +not allow them to disturb your slumbers.”</p> + +<p>She vanished behind the closing door, and I retired to +bed, not quite so convinced of her wisdom as I ought to +have been.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VII"> + CHAPTER VII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>I BECOME AWARE THAT SOMETHING IMPORTANT IS AFOOT</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>The days of spring fled swiftly and easily for me in my +pleasant abode although nothing happened to mark their +passage with any particularity. Less than a week after the +arrival of Betty, Sir John, whose journey had already been +delayed much beyond the usual time, by the state of the +roads and the inclemency of the weather, took his departure +for London, leaving behind him as I know now, though at +the time I gave but little thought to the subject, a very +lonely and disconsolate wife.</p> + +<p>Whatever burden that tender heart was forced to bear, +it was hidden under an aspect of calm cheerfulness, and +the healthful activity which so greatly distinguished my +Lady Erskine. And indeed, I have often wondered how +Alva House and estate would have held together, had its +mistress given way to repining, or indulged herself in selfish +grieving and idle brooding over her troubles. When, after +a short stay, her sister returned to Dysart, she busied herself +from morning till night both inside the house and about +the place. I have often found her in the farm-yard before +seven o’clock of a morning consulting with Mr. Rose, the +grieve, as to the buying or selling of certain cattle, the +condition of the young lambs, or the sowing of seeds in +field or garden. Anxious to follow her husband’s lead in +all things, she contrived with some trouble to keep the men +at the walks which she longed to have completed before +the knight’s return, and all questions regarding the planting +of flowers or vegetables were submitted to her for arbitration. +Besides all this, there were friends and visitors to be +entertained, poor folk to be assisted, beggars to be fed; +and sure never was house so famed for hospitality to rich +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span> +and poor alike, for scarce a day passed without guests in +the dining-room, or pensioners in the kitchen. Placed so +near the high-road that runs between Stirling and +Dunfermline, and night and day was thronged with +passers-by, it served as a convenient house-of-call from +which none were sent empty away; and though some +might feel inclined to grumble at the vast expenditure +which this open-heartedness entailed, it never seemed to +enter the minds of Sir John and his lady that any other +manner of living was possible.</p> + +<p>Among the neighbours who lived within a few miles of +Alva were many friendly gentlemen who, with their ladies, +appeared to enjoy nothing better than to ride over +and dine or sup with us, in order as they said, to cheer my +Lady Erskine in her loneliness; and right welcome did she +make them all, though at times I have fancied she had +been as well pleased to be left in peace and quietness with +her children. Living in the centre of a large circle of +relations, her own and her husband’s families being largely +represented in that part of the country, there was a constant +coming and going among them, and as the roads grew more +fit for travelling, my lady would occasionally spend a night +or two from home with one or other of her numerous +relatives. At Stirling Castle lived her husband’s uncle, +Colonel Erskine, a kind and jovial old officer, and a vast +favourite with all the younger generation. Not far off +lived her eldest sister-in-law, the widowed Lady Ardoch, +whose son, Sir Harry Stirling, was a frequent visitor at +Alva. Another sister-in-law, her namesake, Catherine, was +Mrs. Patrick Campbell of Monzie; while a third, Helen, was +the wife of Mr. Haldane of Gleneagles. My lady’s eldest +sister, Grizel, was married to Mr. John Paterson of +Prestonhall, and a younger, Margaret, had lately become +the wife of Sir William Baird of Newbyth. So with her +home at Dysart still occupied by a kind father, and several +brothers and sisters, you can imagine that there was much +pleasant intercourse between them in those days.</p> + +<p>Sometimes we took the road to Edinburgh, where we +passed a day or two with the Dowager Lady Alva, at her +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span> +house in Miln’s Square. The first time I went was when +we carried Aunt Betty there on her yearly visit. It was +then also I made the acquaintance of my guardian, Mr. +Charles Erskine, one of the kindest men and most +fascinating companions it has ever been my lot to meet. +You will have come to the conclusion among yourselves +that it is next to impossible for your cousin Barbara to +have any word but of praise to say of any creature bearing +the name of Erskine, and indeed it would ill become me +to regard them in any other way. But the charm of +manner, the kindliness and courtesy which distinguished Sir +John, and his brothers, Charles and Robert, though of the +last I can only speak from hearsay, were such as to have +left a lasting impression, not only on the mind of a simple +girl, but upon society in general.</p> + +<p>No words of mine are needed to establish the reputation +of my Lord Tinwald, happily still among us; and though +circumstances have prevented me seeing much of him since +my marriage, I have heard from time to time of his +honourable career, of his many virtues, and of the happy +circle with which he is surrounded at Alva. Happy and +kind and good, he was likewise in those far-off days busy +with his work at the Bar, and rejoicing in the love of his +pretty wife (his beloved Chrissy), and their baby daughter. +I remember him very well as he appeared to me then, +handsome and courtly, full of humour and liveliness, his +face beaming with kindness, his manner winning, and his +voice soft. He spoke with a slight natural lisp, which so +became him that his brother, Sir John, often declared he +would not part with it for a fortune, and of no man could +it be said with more truth than of your Uncle Charles, that +he knew how to suit his discourse to his audience; for +among his colleagues in the courts, or with his little nephews +in their nursery, he found ever the right words to speak, +and the subject most congenial to his hearers.</p> + +<p>You will no doubt be wondering what effect the wise and +kind words of Mistress Betty Sinclair, regarding modesty and +discretion, had had upon the conduct of Barbara, and I am +sorry to be obliged to tell you that although they were not +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span> +forgotten, the impression they had made very soon slipped +from her mind. Although it was but seldom she saw Mr. +Hamilton, except in the presence of my Lady Erskine, I +can well recall that even thus he was able to convey in +silent and unobtrusive manner, many hints of his admiration +and respect, which inflamed her silly vanity and set +her heart a-fluttering. There is nothing on earth so foolish +as a young girl in her first encounters with the other sex, if +she be unaccustomed to flattery and somewhat inclined to +frivolity. I must honestly own that I cannot recollect any +great breach of modesty on my part towards my admirer, +but there is no denying that I practised upon him all the +little feminine arts (such as soft glances and coy blushes, +sudden frowns and scornful smiles), that many women are +skilled in from their cradles. It pleased me to see him +come and go, and to hear his voice speak my name, for in +some subtle way he continued to let me know that, however +much he was occupied by affairs with my lady, mine was +the presence he regarded, and mine the eyes that his own +were anxious to meet.</p> + +<p>Partly on account, I imagine, of this senseless attraction, +and partly because my life at Alva seemed the perfection of +simple happiness, I heard with some dismay that my lady +was about to leave home for several weeks, taking me with +her to my Lord Sinclair’s house at Dysart. Just at first I +felt moved to protest against the plan and to beg her to +leave me behind, but a moment’s reflection showed me that +not only would such a course savour of great ingratitude, +but that the request would be both foolish and useless, as +it was not seemly that I should live in the house protected +only by the servants.</p> + +<p>It gave me a certain satisfaction, however, to meet Mr. +Hamilton that same evening, as I walked in the garden +with little Charles for my companion. It was near the +middle of May, and the blossom was thick on the fruit-trees, +and the flowering shrubs were gay. The air was fragrant +with scent, and a cuckoo was calling loudly from some +secret place among the trees. The sun was gone behind the +hill, though it was a long way yet from setting, and a soft +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> +light breeze blew across the valley from the unseen river. +I was chatting merrily with my little friend, when suddenly +I heard a footstep behind me and turned to find James +Hamilton close upon us. His hat was in his hand, and +his eyes were full of a pleasant deference. Charles ran +back a step or two to catch hold of his hand, and I must +needs pause also, until they made up upon me.</p> + +<p>“This is sad news, Mistress Barbara,” he said in answer +to my smile, “if it be true that we are to lose the light of +life from Alva for a couple of weeks or more. Tell me if it +is so, and give me, I pray you, some word of consolation.”</p> + +<p>“If by the light you prize so much, you mean my lady’s +presence, Mr. Hamilton, ’tis true that you are to be left in +darkness for some time, and the only consolation I can +offer you is that I trust it will not be for ever.”</p> + +<p>He gave me a glance of half-comic reproach. “Cruel +creature!” cried he, “’tis your pleasure to torment me. +Great as is my respect and liking for her ladyship, ’twould +be hypocritical to pretend that her absence will darken my +sky. Do you not know, Mistress Barbara, who it is that I +shall long for with a great longing?”</p> + +<p>I looked at him from under my eyelashes, and frowned +as if perplexed.</p> + +<p>“Sure then there is only myself left,” I said slowly.</p> + +<p>“And I wish that you could be left!” he cried with +fervour, “seeing that I am to remain at Alva. Well, +Mistress Barbara Stewart,” he went on, as I declined to +respond to this advance, “I wonder if you will find the +Hermitage to your liking. There are gallants enough +among my Lord Sinclair’s sons to please you, and if their +time is not too much occupied with politics, they may even +succeed in making you forget us altogether.”</p> + +<p>“Are the family at Dysart, then, so much interested in +affairs of state?” I asked.</p> + +<p>Mr. Hamilton laughed.</p> + +<p>“Rather more than His Gracious Majesty, King George, +would approve of. But I must be careful, madam, how I +talk. Your inclinations and sympathies, no doubt, are in +accord with your name.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span></p> + +<p>“Nay, sir,” I cried, “I protest I know not what you +mean. But as my lady is waiting for little Charles we +must not linger now. Farewell, Mr. Hamilton; I daresay +by the time we meet again you may have grown more +serious-minded.”</p> + +<p>“Farewell, madam!” he replied, with a bow. “By the time +we meet again we shall all, doubtless, have become wiser.”</p> + +<p>I scarce can tell you when it first dawned on my mind +that, with regard to political matters, something stirring was +afoot. I had heard since coming to Alva, some talk about +the King in Lorraine and his chances of success, from the +various visitors who frequented the house, and many a bowl +of punch was brewed, from which we ladies were given a glass +to drink to the downfall of the usurper, and the establishment +of the rightful heir. I had listened in a vague way to +the toasts and the jokes, for many a gay laugh was raised +among them, and I, smiling too, had not thought it worth +my while to discover if they were serious or no. But one +afternoon when my lady had driven to Stirling to visit the +wife of Sir Hugh Paterson of Bannockburn, I heard some +talk that was grave enough to set me thinking.</p> + +<p>Lady Jean was, as you know, sister to my lord, the +Earl of Mar, and at this time she had staying with her +in the house, her nephew, Thomas—“Lordy Erskine” as +we often called him—a boy of some eleven or twelve years +old. To our little Charles he was of course a great hero, +being twice his age, and tall and strong for his years, and +the two were now at play in the garden while I sat with the +ladies in the parlour to drink a dish of tea. My lady +had been enquiring after the health of my Lady Frances, +Tommie’s step-mother, and her young daughter, a babe of +a few months old, and Lady Jean was lamenting the fact +that they were not yet able to come to Alloa.</p> + +<p>“But indeed, my dear,” she said, “all things seem +unsettled, and I am gravely anxious about my brother and +his projects. You know that his sympathies jump with +our own, and yet it seems to me he inclines to ingratiate +himself with the enemy. Were he to turn cat-in-the-pan +now, I know not how our friends could bear it.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p> + +<p>I saw my Lady Erskine’s fair face flush with displeased +surprise.</p> + +<p>“Nay, Lady Jean,” she cried, “I’ll not believe it! +Such a thing is not possible from the Earl. Why, I know +that it is his dearest hope to bring the King back from +exile, and our husbands, madam, have as you know, not +hesitated to put their fingers in the pie.”</p> + +<p>“From which they will be lucky if they extract anything +but a scalding!” said Lady Jean with a rueful smile. +“My dear creature, have patience with me! Are you +never yourself tormented with forebodings of evil when +all the rest of the world is prophesying prosperity? That +is my condition whenever I think on the subject so near +our hearts, but it is useless to speak of it. We women +must nurse our fears in silence.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed!” cried my lady, “Barbara Stewart here will +tell you how apt I am to look on the dark side of the +cloud on many occasions, but this thing <i>cannot</i> fail. We +hear that the King of France is heart and soul for the +Cause, and Charles of Sweden likewise, and with a General +like the Duke of Berwick, and my Lord Bolingbroke for +Councillor to King James, there is no fear this time of the +project coming to naught.”</p> + +<p>“God grant it may be so!” sighed the other. “No +woman in Scotland has the wish for the restoration of +that family more at heart than I. Were it only for the sake +of the poor, good, true-hearted Queen, who, blameless and +innocent herself, has suffered so much and with such +patience, I should desire it most warmly. But restoration +means rebellion, and rebellion means war, and my woman’s +heart trembles at the very thought.”</p> + +<p>“I try not to think too much of that,” Lady Erskine +replied gravely. “As my father’s daughter I should be +willing to give my best and dearest for the King, but if it +means my parting with my husband, Lady Jean, or you +with yours, then God help us both!”</p> + +<p>“Nay, nay!” cried Lady Jean, seeing the look in my dear +lady’s eyes, “I meant not so to disturb your mind. We are +both brave women, I take it, and can bear what Fate sends. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span> +But I dearly wish poor, foolish Anne had been reconciled +to her brother before she died, when, despite the Act of +Succession, I dare swear justice would have been done +without our having to fight for it.”</p> + +<p>But here my lady thought it wise to send me from the +room, on the pretext of finding Charles for our return +home, and what further was said upon the matter I know +not.</p> + +<p>Now I should like to say here that ’tis prodigiously +uneasy for me to write of those days, and the events that +happened, and the people that took part in them, without +permitting the influence of later knowledge to colour my +narrative. Therefore it must be forgiven me if my tale +appears to halt in some places, and to be over-particular in +others. More especially must this be the case in speaking +of the characters of the actors in this drama I am endeavouring +to describe, with some of whom I came in contact, +though of many I can but speak from hearsay.</p> + +<p>After all, I would ask, how is it possible to know with +accuracy the inner motives of any man’s actions? To his +Maker alone, I am inclined to think, is this knowledge given. +He, himself, is influenced by many happenings, urged +on consciously and unconsciously by the words and even +the thoughts of others, so that at times he regards his +own doings with surprise, now astonished at his unlooked +for success, now bitterly repenting his grievous mistakes; +and if you tell me that by setting forth such a belief I try +to rob men of their responsibilities to God and to their +neighbours, I will only reply that it is possible we may not +be so responsible for the good that we do and the evil that +we commit, as we suppose. My dear grandpapa, who was +a great admirer of the works of Mr. Shakespeare (a +dramatist who has, I fear, gone somewhat out of fashion) +was fond of quoting, among other of his wise sayings, that, +“There is a Destiny that shapes our ends, rough-hew them +how we will!” and to him, as also to me, this thought has +oft brought comfort.</p> + +<p>It is a thought that is very apt to come to my mind in +considering the character and conduct of the Earl of Mar. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> +Saving once only, and for a short time, I never set eyes +upon this gentleman, but his name was once as familiar in +my ears as my own, and there is no man in the world of +whom I have heard so much good and so much evil +spoken. The kinsman and near neighbour of my guardian +at Alva, of the same age, and with the same tastes, John +Erskine, sixth Earl of Mar, was a man greatly beloved and +trusted in his own country-side. By his opponents he has +been called treacherous and shifty, by his rivals, ambitious +and unscrupulous, and his conduct as statesman and as +general has laid him open to the bitter attacks even of +those whom he might have counted as his friends; but by +his neighbours at home he was known to be affable and +obliging, kind and helpful, never withholding assistance +where it was desired in matters great or small, and doing +all with so easy a grace as made his favours the more +acceptable; for he asked nothing in return, and seemed to +live only to gain the good-will and affection of all around +him.</p> + +<p>At Alva House, as I can bear witness, he was admired +and loved for his private, rather than for his public +character. He hath long ago passed beyond the reach of +human praise or blame, dying after long exile in a foreign +land, and if his sins and mistakes were great, they brought +him neither happiness nor reward. May his ashes rest in +peace! I remember him as a kind and courteous gentleman; +and his gardens at Alloa were a sight most beautiful to +behold.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VIII"> + CHAPTER VIII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>I GO TO DYSART</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>Far as I have travelled and beautiful as are the countries I +have seen, the fairest pictures that hang in the galleries of +my memory are pictures of bonnie Scotland. To me it +seems that in those far-off days of which I write the +sunshine was brighter, the air more limpid, the shadows +bluer, and the trees of a softer green than any I have seen +in later years. But well my foolish heart knows ’tis but +the glamour of distance, that enhanceth all beauty, lingering +round the scenes of my youth, and the magic strength +of early impressions that keeps them ever fresh in my mind.</p> + +<p>And yet it would be hard to deny that the prospect seen +from the coast of Fife, looking southward, is one of the +fairest of its kind in the world. How blue and sparkling +was the water of the Frith on that May morning, as my +lady and I approached the little town of Dysart; how white +the foam of joyous wavelets that broke upon the rocks! +Far away the great Bass and Berwick Law rose like twin +fortresses side by side, and against the opposite coast the +white sails of ships and small boats shone in the sunlight. +Westward, where the slender masts of the shipping rose +thickest, the town of Leith was hidden in its own blue +smoke, but behind it the Lion kept watch over Edinburgh +Castle, and the Pentlands melted faintly into the soft +summer sky. Our road had followed the coast for some +miles, and it had pressed heavy on my heart to come so +near to my own dear home, and yet to pass it by. My +kind cousin had known very well what was in my mind, +and had laid her hand on mine with a mute pressure of +sympathy at sight of grey Rosyth, with the ripples breaking +round its feet. But the beauty of the day forbade me to +be sad, and as we reached the Hermitage, I broke out into +cries of delight and admiration which pleased my lady well.</p> + +<p>Mistress Betty and her youngest sister, Mary, were +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span> +waiting at the door to welcome us, and we were immediately +shown into the presence of my Lord Sinclair, whose stately +demeanour impressed, while his kindness of manner +delighted me. His greeting of his daughter, Catherine, +was all that a tender father’s could be, and her joy at +seeing him again was as little restrained as if she had been +still but a child. While she settled herself beside him for +such converse as was most agreeable to them both, Betty +and her sister bore me off between them, the former full of +questions that awaited no answers, the latter, who was a delicate, +gentle girl, silent and smiling and willing to be friendly.</p> + +<p>“We are a large family, my little Barbara,” cried the +former, “and I trust that you have plenty of spirit to face it. +Fortunately it is not here in full force at present, as Jamie +is with his regiment abroad, and Matthew still at school; +Grizel and Meg, as you know, are in homes of their own, so +there remain only my eldest brother, John, Will, Harry and +little Nannie here. Still, when we are met round the +family-board, we make a goodly show; and as we are not +silent people, it sometimes requires my lord’s sternest frown +to quell the tempest of noise.”</p> + +<p>Later in the day, I met for the first time, that strange, +and to me incomprehensible gentleman, your uncle, the +Master of Sinclair. As his not too happy life came to a +close some five years ago, he leaving no children to cherish +his memory, I count myself free to make my comments +upon his character, as otherwise I could not have done. It +was difficult to believe when I looked upon this heavy, +sullen-browed man, that he was the son of my handsome +and courtly host, and brother to the sunny-faced ladies +whom I loved. To me he ever appeared the one sour +fruit upon a sweet and wholesome tree; and though seeing +him in the bosom of his family, where his deference to my +lord and his affection for his sisters predisposed me in his +favour, there was about him, in his looks and in his words, +such a scarce-veiled bitterness that I wondered at times +they did not check him for it.</p> + +<p>My dear Elizabeth, I soon discovered, had a prodigious +admiration for her brother, and took every occasion to extol +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span> +or excuse him even to me, of whom as an insignificant girl +he took but little notice, leaving me therefore the more at +leisure to observe him.</p> + +<p>“The Master hath not been one of Fortune’s favourites, +Barbara,” she told me one afternoon, as we sat on the rocks +below the house and watched the sea-gulls wheeling about +after their evening meal. “My father, proud of his learning, +for indeed he is passing clever, and a scholar of no mean +degree, was opposed to his going into the army—a thing +upon which my brother had set his heart. He set out for +the Continent with scarce any money, and many and great +were the hardships he endured. But a soldier he would be, +and by degrees he won the friendship and esteem of his +Grace, the Duke of Marlborough, so that when sorely +slandered and in danger of his life, he stood his friend; and +through him also was gained the favour of the Queen, who, +by granting my brother his pardon, showed very plainly that +she considered him not in fault.”</p> + +<p>Now I had heard from Aunt Betty Erskine the doubtful +story of the Master’s quarrel with Captain Schaw and his +brother, of the trial by Court Martial of Captain Sinclair, +of his escape out of camp after being sentenced to death—an +escape assisted, as most people surmised, by the great +duke himself—of his terrible night ride through the forest to +the sea-coast and safety, and of his arrival at the Hermitage, +where he had some difficulty in convincing his father, the +most honourable of men, of the integrity of his conduct. +All this is a matter of history, and, I thereby betray no secrets. +But as the ancient lady who recounted these things to me, +had added many caustic remarks of her own as to the +bullying, quarrelsome nature of the Master, and the +probability of his having been wholly in the wrong, I found +it difficult to answer Betty with the enthusiastic agreement +she seemed to expect.</p> + +<p>“Do you not admire my brother, Barbara?” she cried, +looking sharply at my embarrassed face. “What have you +in your mind against him, child?” she asked hastily, as I +strove to find an answer.</p> + +<p>“I am displeased with him to-day,” I answered, with a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> +childish petulance wholly feigned to cover my deceit, +“because I heard him speak of my dear Sir John as—as an +intolerable fool!”</p> + +<p>Betty laughed and sighed a little.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Barbara,” she said then, “one of the strangest +things in the world is the amount of enmity that exists +between those who might so easily be friends. My brother +was abroad when Catherine was married to Sir John, and I +think he resented finding him coming and going as a son of +the house, when he returned <i>under a cloud</i> as it were. +That is the only reason I can think of in the beginning. +He was also bitterly against the Union which Sir John +supported, and now when more than half the country is +anxious for its repeal, and my brother-in-law of Alva is +strong for the Restoration which should bring it about, the +Master, as you can understand, hath many a jibe ready to +fling at those ‘waverers’ as he calls them. It grieves me +much that they are not better friends, for Catherine, of +course, supports her husband and is not best pleased at my +brother’s attitude.”</p> + +<p>“Your family is strong for the King?” I questioned, not +wishing to discuss the Master further.</p> + +<p>“Oh, my dear,” cried Betty, clasping her hands, “that is +another matter of dissension that hurts me to the very +heart. You know that my lord was the only man of the +Scottish nation who had courage to protest against the +title of King William to the throne, and when none +would listen to him he rose and left the Assembly. The +matter goes very deep with him. For myself, I am willing +to lay down my life almost for King James, and my sisters, +Grizel and Catherine, are also of my mind. Of my +brother James I cannot speak. He is Major in the Royal +Scots Regiment of Foot and is a brave and able soldier, +but I pray he may never have to use his gifts in fighting +against the King. Will and Harry will do as my father bids +them, and John is already deep in preparations among our +neighbours. But many of those we know and love the +best are bitterly opposed to our schemes, and we are +obliged to be very secret regarding them.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span></p> + +<p>“Your great-grandfather, I have heard, suffered imprisonment +for King Charles,” I said.</p> + +<p>“Indeed he did; being taken at the Battle of +Worcester, he was kept a prisoner for nine long years. +But I rejoice to think the brave old man lived to see the +Royal House restored and to rejoice in the King’s favour, +who graciously made mention more than once of his +gratitude to my lord.”</p> + +<p>“Ah!” cried I, “to suffer for those we love but binds +the ties of affection closer. My dear Lady said this to me +t’other day, but I scarce understood her words. ’Tis in the +blood of your family to fight for the rightful King, and +doubtless had my dear grandpapa lived I should have +known more about it than I do now.”</p> + +<p>“He deemed you too young, child, to discuss such +matters with you, but I know that he was one of the +gentlemen, who, along with my father and many other +noblemen, signed the memorial to the King of France, +brought over to Scotland by one Captain Hooke, in the +year 1707; and I have heard him tell how often and how +longingly he had scanned the Frith from the windows of +his house, hoping that early some summer morning he +should see the King’s ships with sails full-set come boldly +up the river to anchor in Leith harbour.”</p> + +<p>“And why came they not?” I asked, my heart beating +at the tones of her voice, and the thought of my dear +grandfather’s eagerness disappointed.</p> + +<p>“Alas! they came indeed, but after long delay. First +’twas promised for the month of August, and our hopes +were very high, but the summer and the autumn passed, +and we had to bear our anxieties in patience through the +winter, which was hard. Letters were written by one and +another of the loyal lords and gentlemen asking the +meaning of the delay, and begging the King for God’s sake +to come speedily; but little satisfaction did they get. At +last, in the Spring, the French King ordered the expedition +to sail from Dunkirk, but even then there arose confusion +and many difficulties, owing, it was said, to dissensions +between the ministers of War and Marine. The expedition +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> +was under command of the Comte de Forbin, an Admiral +of skill and discretion, and into his careful charge the +young King was delivered with all ceremony by the King +of France. But if his own story is to be believed, and he +hath spoken often with my brother of Alva on the matter, +he had no great faith in his mission, nor in the sincerity of +those who pretended to further it.”</p> + +<p>“What mean you by that, madam?” I asked.</p> + +<p>“Listen, my dear, and you shall hear. I suppose it is +difficult for you, Barbara, to understand my heat and interest +in this subject, but you have not been through it all as I was; +you did not see and feel the fears and hopes, the sickening +anxieties, the impatience and despair, and finally the wild +and joyful exultation, when we heard that at last our young +King was about to land on Scottish shores. My lord was +kept supplied with the latest news by our good friend, Mr. +Straton, in Edinburgh, who still works faithfully for the +Cause, and you may be sure that, had the King landed, as +was expected, close to our doors, my father would have +been one of the first to welcome him. And to think that +he actually came almost in sight of them, only to be +snatched away again by a cruel fate!”</p> + +<p>“I can but dimly remember,” I cried, “the French +ships in the Forth, and the firing of the guns, and how +Phemie told me one morning that the King was come to +his own. But I heeded it little at the time, being much +taken up with a new puppy that Robert Guthrie had +brought for me the day before, and after that it slipped +from my mind and nothing occurred to bring it back again. +I think shame now to be so ignorant and indifferent.”</p> + +<p>“Nay,” said Betty, “you were but a child, and Colonel +Stewart was a discreet man. Indeed we were so much +wounded and disappointed in our hearts that we spoke +but little on the subject for years.”</p> + +<p>“But tell me more of the expedition, I beg, and why it +failed and disappointed everybody,” said I.</p> + +<p>“Well, they set sail from France, in spite of stormy +weather, and by God’s good Providence they eluded the +English Fleet which was cruising about on the watch for +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span> +them, and sailing before a favourable wind they overreached +their mark, for instead of making the entrance of +the Frith, they found themselves on the fourth day off the +coast of Scotland opposite to Montrose. They immediately +put about and endeavoured to enter the river, but meeting +with contrary wind and tide, they were obliged to anchor +out yonder, Barbara, near the Isle of May. In the meantime, +as soon as the Fleet had been pronounced ready to +sail, the King had dispatched from France a trusty +messenger in the person of Mr. Charles Fleming, brother +to the Earl of Wigton, to prepare us for his arrival. He +landed in Aberdeenshire at the house of the Earl of Errol, +who, upon receiving the King’s instructions, instantly sent +off a messenger to our good neighbour, Mr. Malcolm of +Grange, who was to have a boat and pilots ready to go on +board the first vessel that should give the signal—five shots +was what had been agreed upon—after entering the Frith. +This indeed we did, but before any use could be made of +his directions, the sound of the firing of cannon came from +the South, and Sir George Byng with the English ships of +war was upon them. Admiral Forbin, with his precious +charge on board, thought only of saving him and the +treasure, and with some difficulty he escaped capture, +returning to Dunkirk with the loss of but one vessel, the +<i>Salisbury</i>, which after three hours’ engagement with the +English, struck her colours.”</p> + +<p>“And what happened then?” cried I, eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Ah! then we fell into great depression. Many noblemen +and gentlemen who had mounted their horses so gaily to ride +to Edinburgh to receive the King, turned their faces sadly +home again. From universal joy the town passed to distraction. +Consternation reigned in many hearts, for none +knew what the Government might do in revenge. As a +matter of fact, many of these gentlemen, my dear father +among them, were clapped into prison, and there remained +for some weary months. But I believe they felt that less +than the humiliation of their Cause and the disappointment +of all their hopes, for these had risen very high, and our +hearts had been full of exultation.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span></p> + +<p>We sat for some time watching the fair evening light +settle down over the scene. The sun was setting far away +behind the Highland hills, but the soft reflections tinged +the opposite coast, and veiled the distance in a golden +mist. The sea-birds were still crying up and down in +front of us; the sound of the waves had grown fainter with +the out-going tide.</p> + +<p>The lovely picture pleased only my outward eye to-night, +for I was thinking deeply of the tale out of the past that I +had just heard from my companion. Some tone in her +voice, more earnest than her wont, proved to me without +doubt how deeply she had been stirred at the remembrance; +and I knew that this pure loyalty was in her heart’s blood, +and that her love for the exiled King would leave her only +with life.</p> + +<p>“But, Betty,” I ventured at last, very softly lest I should +disturb her brooding thoughts, “why did they not land the +King at Montrose when there were no English ships in +pursuit? Would it not have been better to come ashore +anywhere, seeing the county was expecting them and only +too glad to welcome them? I think Mr. de Forbin was a +very foolish person.”</p> + +<p>Betty laughed heartily, and turned an approving glance +upon me.</p> + +<p>“Why, little Barbara, you are asking the very questions +that our disappointed lords and gentlemen asked themselves +and others, and to which no answers have ever been +given. The conclusion the wisest of them—my father being +among them—came to was this: that King Louis had no +mind at that time to allow the King to land in Scotland, +but if the attempt raised an insurrection in this country, +and recalled the Duke of Marlborough and some of his +army from fighting against the French, it would serve +Louis pretty well. It did not even do that, as you have +seen; it only served to pain and humiliate some loyal and +faithful people.”</p> + +<p>“I fear King Louis is not a friend to trust to,” cried I, +with youthful impulsiveness.</p> + +<p>“Oh, do not say that now, child,” cried Betty, “lest it +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> +be an omen of evil. It is to his help and succour we are +looking at this present moment, when we are again on the +tip-toe of expectation. Ah! Barbara, if it fails this time I +think our hearts will break. None but God can tell what +countless prayers are rising from thousands of hearts in +Scotland every day, that the rightful King may be restored, +and our land be at peace, and prosper as it has never +done before. But alas! will the prayers avail us anything? +We prayed earnestly enough seven years ago, but our +petitions were not answered then.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps the answer is but long delayed,” cried I, “and +is now close at hand. The King is seven years older and +seven years wiser; King George cannot be called our +rightful sovereign, whatever Queen Anne may have been. +Oh, indeed, the time seems more propitious now than +ever, and I hope, I hope, Betty, that I may see something +of the struggle. How excited I feel! You have filled me +with enthusiasm and loyalty for King James.”</p> + +<p>“Hush! child,” said Betty rising, for it was time to go +home, “’tis no matter for excitement, but very sober +thoughts and much prudence are needed. As for me, I +wish the Restoration might be made without the struggle at +all. Sometimes I long to be a man, to scheme, and plan, and +fight for the Cause; but even a woman can do something +that may not be altogether despised.”</p> + +<p>When we had climbed the rocky path that led from the +shore to the grounds round the house, she turned and +looked away across the Frith, and kissed her hand towards +the south with a pretty gesture.</p> + +<p>“Come quickly, my King!” she cried, softly. “Come +quickly, and be wise! There are no hearts in all the +world so true as Scottish hearts, no memories so faithful to +the past, no love so tender! Come soon, my King, and +prove them!”</p> + +<p>And though she spoke the words with a little laugh, I +saw that there were tears in her eyes.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IX"> + CHAPTER IX + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>WE HAVE NEWS OF THE KING’S COMING</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>It pleased me to meet again at Dysart, Mistress Betty’s +grave admirer, Mr. David Pitcairn, for that such he was I +never hesitated in my mind to believe. I found that he +was the nephew and adopted son of the worthy minister of +the First Charge of Dysart (for there were then, as now, +two churches in that place), who bore the same name. +The elder Mr. Pitcairn was a man of great piety and +learning, of most amiable character and uncommonly +gentle manners. (I speak of him in the past tense, but I +understand he is still living, though something over fourscore +years of age.) He had previously been chaplain in +Colonel Preston’s regiment, of which his elder brother was +at one time an officer; and the latter being killed in action +and leaving behind him a young widow and only son, the +good gentleman had watched over them with tender +kindness, and upon the death of the lady, ten years later, +he made the orphan boy his own. Upon his being +presented with the living by my Lord Sinclair, his nephew +being then at the University of Edinburgh, his kind patron +promised that when his education was completed the +young man should have a post with him as overseer, or +manager, of the workmen engaged in his lordship’s coal-pits +and salt-pans round Dysart. This post he had now +held for over five years, and living at the manse with his +uncle, he had many opportunities of increasing his admiration +for the fair Mistress Elizabeth. By her he was +treated in a half familiar, half-cavalier manner, which aggravated +even while it checked his ardour, and watching them +both with bright, youthful eyes, I decided that love and +liking were unequally armed for defence.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span></p> + +<p>One morning we had ridden towards Kirkcaldy, Betty +having ordered Mr. Pitcairn to meet us thereabouts, and +accompany us on our promenade. Just outside the town +we halted to wait for him, and turning our horses’ heads +towards the sea, she was pointing to the view of the opposite +coast. Hearing a horse’s feet on the stones behind us, she +cried over her shoulder, without looking round: “At last, +David! You did not expect to find us here before you.”</p> + +<p>“Faith, no indeed, Mistress Betty!” a strange voice +replied, “nor did I look for so friendly a greeting from +your High Mightiness.”</p> + +<p>At the first word Betty had turned with a great start, and +the colour mounting to her face as I had never seen it. A +very gallant and handsome gentleman, somewhat past his first +youth, sat on horseback facing us with his hat in his hand, +and a smile of very pleasant humour in his eyes. His long +brown curls hung about a face of which the features still +retained much beauty, and the voice with which he spoke +had in it the rich tones of a kind and hearty nature. My +poor Betty looked more taken aback than ever I had seen +her, and she even faltered as she answered.</p> + +<p>“Indeed, my lord, the address was not meant for you, +as your lordship very well knows, seeing I did not suppose +you to be within four hundred miles of me. What brings +your lordship so early into Fife?”</p> + +<p>“Nay, Mistress Bess, why will you use this haughty tone +with me?” said the gentleman, very mildly. “You do +yourself injustice, believe me, ever to let yourself be seen +in so shrewd a character. But will you not present me to +your fair companion?” he continued, turning to me with a +smile. “Mayhap she will enlighten me as to the identity +of the happy swain who bears my name, and has more than +double my privileges.”</p> + +<p>“Mistress Barbara Stewart,” cried Betty, now a little +recovered, “let me make you acquainted with the most +noble the Earl of Wemyss, our next neighbour, the +champion of the people, the upholder of all Whig principles, +and the most devoted subject of his Hanoverian Majesty, +King George.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span></p> + +<p>The Earl acknowledged my bow with charming courtesy, +but he turned to my sarcastic companion with a laugh full +of goodnature.</p> + +<p>“What!” said he. “Still the old grievance? Still as +staunch a Jacobite as ever—”</p> + +<p>But Betty interrupted him with a flash of fire in her eyes, +and I did not wonder at the admiration which was plain to +be seen in his own.</p> + +<p>“As staunch a <i>loyalist</i>—yes!” she cried, “and ever +will be, my lord. But upon that subject we shall never +agree. There is but one rightful King, just as there is but +one God, and if you say otherwise you are deceiving yourself +for the sake of your political ambitions. You can afford to +laugh and jeer to-day, but wait, my lord, only wait! Is +there not a word in the Scripture that saith, ‘Woe unto +you that laugh now, for ye shall mourn and weep!’”</p> + +<p>Utterly taken aback by her vehemence, I sat still on my +horse gazing at her heated face, and in much uneasiness as +to how his lordship would take her rudeness. He was +looking at her gravely but very kindly, while the naughty +creature stormed and scolded like a common wife in the +fish-market. And yet that is a coarse and untrue simile; +for Mistress Betty Sinclair, even in her anger, spoke like a +high-born lady, and ’twas but the fervour of her warm, true +heart that made her words at once so free and so trenchant.</p> + +<p>The Earl moved his horse a step or two nearer, and, still +uncovered, answered her gently.</p> + +<p>“If I tried to tell you how much I admire your loyal +and faithful affection to that unfortunate house, Mistress +Betty, you would but tell me I was mocking at you; and +yet, believe me, no man could see and hear you and +remain unmoved. Would to God I could think as you do +upon the matter, for otherwise I fear you will never permit +me to enjoy your friendship, though you know, I think, +how much I desire it. But I have taken my stand upon the +other side, and even you would not desire me to turn +traitor.”</p> + +<p>I admired his brave and temperate words, and already he +seemed to me a very perfect and chivalrous gentleman, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span> +but Betty tossed her head and turned her burning face +away.</p> + +<p>“Why do you continually torment me?” she cried +petulantly. “Why are you so sure that you are right? +The day will come, and that speedily, when you may +indeed want my friendship, and that of all the King’s +faithful subjects, to put you right with His Majesty. Then, +perhaps, you will find it easy to take the other side, my +lord!”</p> + +<p>“Ah, Betty, Betty!” he cried, “why will you talk of +such folly? King George is firm on the British throne, +where the will of the people has placed him. The +Chevalier de St. George had better remain where he is, for +any attempt to dislodge the King will only prove disastrous +to us all.”</p> + +<p>She fired up again.</p> + +<p>“The Elector of Hanover hath scarce had time to settle +himself very comfortably on his stolen throne,” she +answered, in a contemptuous tone, “and King James has +more chance of regaining it than some may think. But, +to be sure, my lord, ’tis not likely that you should believe +this. You take no interest in our affairs, and ’tis as well +that you should not.”</p> + +<p>And suddenly her own sunny smile broke through the +clouds of petulance that had transformed her, and wheeling +her horse beside that of the earl, she announced her +intention of accompanying him along the road to Wemyss.</p> + +<p>“As for that lazy David,” she cried, “he does not +deserve that we should wait for him!”</p> + +<p>Just at that moment Mr. Pitcairn joined us from a crossroad, +and I judged he had some news to tell us, so eager +was the expression of his face. He looked surprised at +sight of his lordship, but greeted him very frankly and with +great respect; and so we turned and rode back the way +that we had come, Betty riding between the gentlemen, +and chatting lightly in her wonted manner.</p> + +<p>Whatever had been the words upon David Pitcairn’s lips +when he met us, it was plain they were not to be spoken +in the present company. I noticed that he ever tried to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span> +meet Betty’s eye, and though that in itself was nothing out +of the common, yet there was in his countenance and +manner a sort of suppressed excitement which convinced +me that something unusual was afoot. Whatever it was, +it was evident he did not desire to rouse the curiosity of +my Lord Wemyss, for he conversed with him quietly on +commonplace topics, and presently fell silent to listen to +Betty’s discourse.</p> + +<p>As for me, although I was not discourteously left out of +the conversation, I was too busy with my own speculations +about this new actor on the scene to care whether they +addressed me or no. I tried to recollect all I had heard +concerning the Earl of Wemyss, and I was bound to +confess he presented a more gallant and interesting figure +than I had expected. I knew that he was a widower for +the second time, and the father of two tall lads, as fine and +promising as any in Scotland. But hearing this, I had +settled in my mind that he was old and dull, most likely +grave and sad, as would become a man who had been +twice bereft of the wife of his bosom—so ran my childish +thought; yet here he was, scarce older in appearance than +David Pitcairn, as brave and handsome a knight as the +most exacting maiden could desire, riding in the sunshine +by the side of a lady who, for all her merry speeches, had +been ready enough to flout him when first he startled her +by appearing at her side.</p> + +<p>I stole a look at his face, and was bound to confess to +myself that if sorrow had left its traces there they did but +add to the attractiveness of his beauty. No man of heart, +I knew, could have come through the great tragedy of his +lordship’s early years, and remain untouched to sympathy +and tenderness. As often as I had heard the tale of the +young Countess’s death, my heart had thrilled in pity for +her husband’s agony of suffering. You have no doubt +been told ere now of how that lady, gentle, lovely, and +pious, retired to her praying-closet one evening to engage +in private devotion; of how her dress caught fire at the +candle while she was on her knees; and how, before help +could reach her, she was so terribly burned that, though +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span> +she lingered in great pain for some days, those who loved +her best gave thanks aloud when they saw her eyes close in +death. To be young, beautiful, and happy, adored by a +tender husband, and the mother of two lovely babes, and +yet to be torn from a life so bright by an accident so +brutal, did it not require the fortitude of a good Christian +to enable the young Earl to retain his reason when he +remembered that this was the fate of the being he loved? +Nothing, I think, but supreme faith in the Divine wisdom +and love, which can somehow turn our cruellest sorrows +into blessings, could have sustained any man under a trial +so crushing. Yes, I felt certain my Lord of Wemyss was a +good man, whatever Betty might think of his political +errors, and deserved all the happiness that yet remained to +him in life. Of his second Countess, an English lady from +Northampton, I knew but little, save that, having no +children of her own, she lavished all her tenderness on her +husband’s little sons, bringing them up with such wisdom +and kindness that they were regarded with admiration and +delight by all who knew them.</p> + +<p>These thoughts and many more passed through my +mind as we rode slowly along towards Wemyss Castle that +bright May morning, but suddenly, when we were half-way +between that place and Dysart, Mistress Bess took another +whim, and pulling up abruptly, she bade his lordship good-morning, +saying that she believed her father had need of +her.</p> + +<p>Now, luckily for himself, the Earl appeared to have an +abounding sense of humour and a vast amount of good +temper to back it; for after the first moment, when a flicker +of surprise crossed his face, he answered with placid +courtesy the capricious young lady’s salute, adding, with a +twinkle in his eyes which he did not try to conceal,</p> + +<p>“Ah, Mistress Betty, it is not every father who is so +blest in his daughters as my Lord Sinclair.”</p> + +<p>Again the hot colour famed up in Betty’s cheeks, for the +tone of his lordship’s address was unmistakable; but for +once she had no words to answer him. Instead, she +waved her hand as carelessly as she might, and turning +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span> +round, urged her horse to a gallop, so that Mr. Pitcairn +and I had some ado to catch her up. As soon as we +were abreast, the gentleman began in a hurried way, +“Mistress Betty, I have news!” Betty turned to him +quickly.</p> + +<p>“David! News—of him? Are they good or bad?”</p> + +<p>He bent his head. “He has left Bar-le-duc, and was +on his way to the coast when the messenger left St. Malo.”</p> + +<p>“Where got you the news?”</p> + +<p>“From Mr. Malcome who crossed last night to Burntisland, +he having spent some hours in Edinburgh with Mr. Harry +Straton.”</p> + +<p>Betty drew a long breath; she had grown quite pale.</p> + +<p>“God save the King!” she cried softly “Oh, David, +Barbara, to think that in a day or two he may be with us. +Does it not seem too good to be true?”</p> + +<p>Then, turning in her saddle and shaking her whip in the +direction of Castle Wemyss, she cried, exultingly, +“So, my lord! I was talking folly just now, was I? +King George is fixed without fear of dislodgment on the +British throne; the Chevalier must stay where he is. Ah +ha! we shall see. Oh, I did not dream when we set out +this morning, Barbara, how joyfully we should return home. +Let us hasten to bring the good news to my lord and +Catherine.”</p> + +<p>That night, as my little diary reminds me, there was a +supper-party held at the Hermitage where many of the +neighbouring gentlemen (of whom I recollect the names of +three or four: Mr. Malcome of Grange, Mr. Bethune, the +Laird of Balfour, Harry Balfour of Dunbog, brother to the +Lord Burleigh, and the Laird of Orrock, a gentleman of +old though inconsiderable family, and a stanch supporter +at all times of the Master of Sinclair) met round my Lord +Sinclair’s table and discussed the news from France. The +Reverend Mr. Pitcairn was there, grave and courteous as +was his wont, taking no part in the discussion, but making +his presence felt when any wise advice was needed. His +nephew David was my partner, but I cannot remember +that he had time to address to me one word, for Betty sat +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span> +opposite us, and her eyes, shining like stars, were bright +enough to attract any man’s attention. The Master of +Sinclair, more urbane than I had seen him, spoke much and +with an air of authority, which, from his having seen service +with the Duke of Marlborough, was allowed to him as his +right. So far as we ladies could judge from the effect of +his speeches on the other gentlemen, he seemed to have a +certain military sense and knowledge, which was not unappreciated +by them; and as for my dear Betty, she hung +upon his words with affectionate admiration and regard.</p> + +<p>“’Tis hoped the King himself will land in Scotland, +while the Duke of Ormond raises the West of England,” +said Mr. Balfour.</p> + +<p>“I would rather, were it possible,” observed the Master, +“that the Duke of Berwick headed the expedition. Let him +land where he will, the young King is all unproved, and +though his courage is well-known, his military skill would +not advantage us much.”</p> + +<p>“Whoever may lead the affair,” said my lord, gravely, +“let us be ready to receive them. The fault this time +must not lie with us, and if the rising be but sufficiently +advertised, I have little fear of the result.”</p> + +<p>“We mean to do our best in Fife, sir,” said his son, +stoutly.</p> + +<p>“All Fife is ready to mount, my lord,” cried Mr. +Malcome. “They do but need the assurance that the +affair is genuine to bring them flocking to the King’s +Standard.”</p> + +<p>“Perth likewise,” cried another, “and the Mearns and +Aberdeen. As for the Clans, save the Laird of Grant with +some thousand men, and the Laird of MacLeod, who is a +young lad and not to be counted on, there is not a +chieftain in the Highlands that is not against the present +Government.”</p> + +<p>“All they want is a leader,” said Mr. Pitcairn, +thoughtfully. “Courage, loyalty, self-sacrifice, these are +there in plenty, but all may be useless for lack of the +personal influence to weld them into the force that makes +for victory.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span></p> + +<p>“The Duke of Berwick would do it,” broke in the +Master’s voice, “and I know not another who would. But, +gentlemen, one part is clear before us: men, horse, arms +and ammunition are all wanted, and cannot be got together +at a day’s notice. Let us set about our preparations +to-morrow, more especially with regard to providing the +beasts, that whoever come among us we may have nothing +to reproach ourselves withal.”</p> + +<p>This sentiment met with general acclamation, for the +company was now in the mood to agree to anything that +was proposed, and before a later stage was reached, which +might prove a more disputatious one, my lady thought it +well that we should withdraw.</p> + +<p>Before we departed, however, they insisted that we fill +our glasses once more to honour the toast which Mr. +Harry Balfour in a witty speech gave us.</p> + +<p>“Long life and success to the King!” he ended up +gaily, raising his glass on high. “And dire confusion to +all his enemies.”</p> + +<p>And I think I was the only one to notice how Betty +drank but to the first part of that toast. As the second +clause was added she gave a furtive glance at the speaker, +and perceiving that no one regarded her, she softly replaced +her glass upon the table.</p> + +<p>Now all that I have written about this one day might +lead you to imagine that ’twas the beginning of great events, +but alas! it is only given as an example of the many false +hopes that were raised in us, and the many disappointments +that ensued. In the words of Mistress Betty that morning, +though she little meant them to express the truth, the news +were “too good to be true.” The message was a false one; +the King had not left France, and many weeks and months +were to elapse before he landed upon Scottish shores.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_X"> + CHAPTER X + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>WE BECOME STILL MORE INVOLVED IN AFFAIRS</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>My Lady Erskine was by this time mighty anxious to be +back at Alva, not only for the sake of her children, from +whom she could never bear to be long parted, but also +because she was in expectation soon to be welcoming home +Sir John from London. Yielding to the request of Betty, +that I should be left at Dysart still some weeks, she took +her leave of us, intending first to visit her sister; Margaret, +my Lady Baird, in her home at Newbyth, and also to pass +some days with the family of Sir Peter Wedderburn at +Gosford House. I think I cannot do better than transcribe +here two of the letters which she wrote to her husband on +her return home. They are full of domestic concerns, and +of but little interest to a stranger, but they are loving and +dutiful as my lady herself ever was, and show in some +degree the cheerful, diligent spirit she commonly displayed.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_83" style="max-width: 62.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_83.jpg" alt=""> + <figcaption> + <p class='right normal'><i>From an Oil Painting.</i></p> + LADY ERSKINE OF ALVA. + </figcaption> +</figure> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER I.</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p> + “<span class="smcap">My Dearest</span>, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent'>I cannot omitt writting every post tho’ I +have but little to say, except tell you thatt I begin now to be +mighty impatient to have you home. All the members of +Parlyment that I know I think is come already, and yett there +is no word of your leaveing London. Doe nott think I blame +you in saying so for I make no doubt of your coming as soon +as ye can. Ye had need of a good coachman if ye travell with +four horse wanting a postilion. Your folks are busy att the +walks, butt since I came home, I find itt convenient to have +seven carts going and eighteen men, and will continue that +number if possible till itt’s ended. There is such a deepness of +earth thatt itt is no easy work.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span></p> + +<p>I told you in my last I was going to Stirling. Your uncle +looks very well. He is surprised at your stay and longs to see +you. I presst Lady Jean and Lordy Areskine to come to Alva +some days, and the Colonel, butt they seemed to be so uncertain +of their setting out for London, they could not leave +Stirling. You desire to know what the Col. says about +Meg’s marriage. He told me he wisht her all happyness, and +he thought Sir Wm. had been very lucky, and he wondered +my lord did not ask better terms. Sir Wm. said to me he +was sure you wold not goe close by his door, and not come in, +and they design to intercept you at Gosford if they can. Butt +if I am to meet you at Edinr. if ye please so to order itt, +I will do itt att Gosford, but if ye can come straight to Alva, I +do not incline to stir from itt. Your sons are perfectly well +and are my only comrads now. Dearest life, adieu.”</p> + +<p> + <span class="smcap">Alva</span>, <i>June 13</i>. +</p> +</blockquote> + +<p>In the next letter, as you will see, there is a veiled allusion +to the project on which all our thoughts were fixed, +and the uncertainty of which had already caused its +partisans much uneasiness. It is impossible now to +imagine what little breath of dissension had blown between +my lady and her kind brother, Mr. Charles Erskine, but +sure I am that the words set down in some mood of passing +vexation were never meant to be preserved or remembered. +How often and how eagerly my lady turned to Mr. Erskine +for help and advice in the sad days when she was “so +unhappy as to want” her husband, and how willingly and +kindly he spent himself in service for her and hers, you +will see presently in her later letters.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER II.</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p> + “<span class="smcap">My Dearest Life</span>, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>I did not writ last post in hope I +wold gett one from you forbidding mee to writ, but I got one +of a different nature telling me ye was just goeing to my Lord +Mar’s country house, which made me very thoughtful some +hours after; that ye seem’d to have no guess when ye wold take +your journey. I regrate your uneasyness of being obliged to +wait so long upon what it seems is very uncertain, and I begin +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span> +now to fear will hardly be worth your while. I doe now wish +you at home att anyrate.</p> + +<p>The black cattell is giving a great price here just now. The +man that brought your stots was here yesterday inquiring if ye +was for any this year. They held so well out att Aikenside last +year he made no doubt ye wold take more. I know not what +number ye wold incline to, so lett me know as soon as ye can. +I am in uncertainty whether to buy cows for killing, and we’ll +be sure to buy them dear att the end of the year if we want +them. My being so undetermined will make things of that +kind mighty uneasy to me, butt I cannott help itt.</p> + +<p>Your brother Charles has now been a fortnight in Edinr., +and tho’ I writ to him to send mee your letter he wold not doe +itt, nor any reason for not doeing itt. I could hardly believe +Charles wold have been so indifferent of mee for I am sure I +never gave him any reason; but when he behaves after that +manner comeing from you, I see what I might expect if ever I +were so unhappy (as) to want you, which I hope in God will +never bee.</p> + +<p>I am afraid all the sheep mercats will be over before I gett +any account from you whether ye are to buy or not. The +sheep is dear this year, they talk. I have sent your Gelding +this day to Perth Fair, and bid them take ten Guineys for him +before they bring him home. I was advised to doe so by +people that understand horse, and had seen him at Edinr. +He never look’t so well as he does att this moment, butt there +is no help, part with him ye must, for he will never bee of use.</p> + +<p>I send you a letter from Gleneaglis. I am glad to hear +from my sister. She has a letter from your Brother Robin.</p> + +<p>I am still fighting with John Harley and Mr Rose, to +keep folks at the walks, butt I no sooner turn my back, or +has anybody here I am oblig’d to wait on, butt something +is done in opposition. The narrow walk has all the earth +laid thatt itt wants, and the brode walk is pretty well advanc’d, +butt the earth that was on the walks will not serve to make +them up at the other end. Your turnip seed is come, and +I will write to Monzie and get my directions how to use it. +Dearest life, adieu. Your sons are well.</p> + +<p class='right pr2'>Yours.”</p> +<p><span class="smcap">Alva</span>, <i>June 25</i>. +</p> +</blockquote> + +<p>As I read the clear faint writing I can see her sitting +in the room at Alva at her own scrutoire, the sweet scents +and sounds of summer coming in at the open windows, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span> +and a smile on her face while writing, as she thinks +how soon might she be seeing the knight’s stalwart form +and kindly face, and listening to the voice she loved. +Alas! almost before the summer flowers were dead my +lady had ceased to smile, and for many and many a +weary month all thoughts of her husband were mingled +with anxiety, grief, and dread.</p> + +<p>It was about the middle of July when Sir John came +home, and although his wife received him with her wonted +tender welcome, and the little boys made his appearance +the occasion of much joyful outcry, it was evident from +the first that his mind was preoccupied, and he scarce +gave his usual genial attention to home matters. For +some days he was busy and hurried in his movements, +riding often from home, and when in the house, being +closeted with Mr. Peck, his secretary. The neighbours +came and went even more than before, but now it was only +the men who rode hastily to the door, spent a private +hour with Sir John in his own room, and rode away +again with scarce more than a civil word to my lady +and myself. There was no merry-making when they +met, no pledging each other with jest and laughter, no +toasts called for. If they took a stirrup-cup at parting, +twas drunk for the most part in silence, while a meaning +glance passed from eye to eye, that in some way stirred +my girlish heart to deep excitement. I was left much +to myself and to the children in those days, for my +lady went about with a serious face, attending on her +lord, upon whom I saw her cast many a wistful look, +but refusing to answer my questions when I would have +asked her what was toward.</p> + +<p>At last one evening—I remember it well—we were +seated at supper in the long twilight, when the sound +of a galloping steed arrested our attention. The day +had been sultry, and doors and windows stood open. +Sir John laid down the knife with which he was carving +and rose to his feet, looking across the table at his wife. +My lady, with her eyes upon his face, turned pale though +she uttered no word, and I, Barbara, forgetful of ceremony, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span> +and moved by the strange thrill that seemed to touch +us all, ran to the window and leaned out. A man upon +a smoking horse before the door was wiping his heated +face with a napkin, and Andrew Short, Sir John’s faithful +attendant, had just reached his side and was calling out +for news. Too breathless to speak, the messenger drew +from his breast a packet, and rolled, rather than dismounted, +from his beast, which stood with panting sides +and fore-legs outstretched, the picture of exhaustion. A +stableman ran up and led him slowly away, and the rider, +still staggering and breathing hard, came up the steps leaning +on Andrew’s arm, the papers grasped in his hand.</p> + +<p>“’Tis a messenger, Sir John,” I cried, for all this had +passed in a few moments. “He enters the house with +Andrew; he bears a packet, doubtless for you.”</p> + +<p>The knight strode from the room and met the man +in the hall who, seeing the master of the house, dropped +upon one knee, and holding out the packet, muttered +in a thick, hoarse voice—“From my Lord, the Earl of +Mar, to the hands of Sir John Erskine of Alva. God save +the King!”</p> + +<p>With this strange address delivered, ’twas evident that +the poor man felt his task was accomplished, for he incontinently +fell forward in a heap upon the floor, and +lay in a kind of stupor.</p> + +<p>Having ascertained that the good fellow suffered from +nothing but want of sleep, he having posted from London +with the utmost speed, taking scarce any rest on the way, +Sir John bade Andrew see to him, and calling upon Mr. +Peck to follow him, he went into his room and shut and +locked the door. I wrung my hands with impatience, for +I would have given a good deal at that moment to be +able to see through the walls, and as I turned I found my +lady standing near. Her eyes also were fixed upon the +closed door, and were full of a strange, unhappy light +that set my heart aching. I went to her and laid my +arm round her waist.</p> + +<p>“Dear madam!” I cried, “what is’t you fear? Will +you not tell Barbara, who longs to comfort you?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span></p> + +<p>“Ah, little Barbara,” she answered, smiling sadly, +“thou hast the will, but not the power to ease my heart. +Something tells me that this,” and she glanced again at +that baffling door, “is the beginning of sorrows, for +whether we lose or win, my dear, there will be many tears +shed and many hearts broken.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, cousin!” I cried eagerly, “could I but see the +despatch what would I not give! Do you not wish to +be in Mr. Peck’s place, reading those all-important +papers?”</p> + +<p>“Nay, my dear,” she said, quietly, “you must exercise +patience as I do. The letter, whatever it contains is in +cipher, and some time must pass before Sir John can get +at its meaning. Mr. Peck and he may be closeted there +till midnight, and after all, Barbara, there may be nothing +that can be told to you or me.”</p> + +<p>“The King was landed, madam, I feel sure of it, +and my Lord Mar is joining him at once. Oh, will he +come to Alva, think you? I do so long to see him. If +he visits with the Earl at Alloa he may indeed come here +also. I wonder greatly what he is like, cousin?” I cried,</p> + +<p>“If you believe Sir John’s report, child, you will perhaps +find the King different from your expectations of him. +I will tell you what I have gathered. He is well favoured +in face and figure, of staid and quiet demeanour, unselfish, +gentle, and reasonable, but neither affable nor merry. +That he is conscientious and kind-hearted I am convinced, +but his life has been too full of misfortune for him ever +to have accomplished his desires. He is a devoted and +affectionate son, we know, and adored his young sister, +the Princess Louisa—a gay and charming creature, whose +death three years since he sorely mourned. With good +councillors to aid him he will make a wise and tolerant +Ruler, of that I have no doubt, and I pray God he be not +led away by ill advice.”</p> + +<p>We went into the parlour and sat down together in +the dim light. The business-room, or study, where Sir +John was, being next to us, we could hear a faint murmur +of voices through the wall, and gradually all other sounds +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span> +in the house ceased. My lady went on talking of the +King in low tones, sometimes answering my questions, +or telling me little anecdotes which she had heard and +fondly remembered; for her husband being often in France, +had met his Majesty more than once, besides hearing +much concerning him from those who were continually +about him. She spoke of his melancholy childhood, cast +away in a foreign land; his elderly father, the poor exiled +King, resigned to his fate and in ill-health; his mother, the +Queen, devoted and patient, but perhaps not always wise; +he, himself, now snubbed and restricted, now flattered +and exalted, his hopes of restoration now raised to the +highest pitch, and again laid low in the dust. Would it +be strange, she asked, if the young man were indeterminate, +timid, and depressed? For physical courage he certainly +did not lack, as she reminded me how he charged repeatedly +with his Cavalry in the battle of Malplaquet; +and had it been left to his judgment, she thought the +expedition under Admiral Forbin, in the year 1708, would +not have been the failure it became.</p> + +<p>“I know it for a fact,” said my lady, “that his +Majesty begged to be landed in Fife, in Aberdeen, +anywhere, with but one attendant, as he would trust +himself alone, he said, to the Scottish people; but he +was not listened to. And yet I firmly believe that, had +he come among us then in any guise, the country would +have risen as one man, would have crowned him at +Scone, and within a week he would have been dwelling +as undisputed King in the Palace of Holyrood.”</p> + +<p>“That is what will happen now,” I cried eagerly. +“Surely, oh surely, madam, this time he will succeed!”</p> + +<p>“Alas, Barbara, who can tell? It seems to me that +in our party, for ten faithful men who have the King’s +cause at heart, there are fifty to be found who care +nothing for it, whose only thought is for power, or ease, +or personal gain. They quarrel among themselves, they +have jealousies that make their tempers childish; no +man can trust his neighbour, and how can he then trust +his country? If there were real love for the much wronged +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span> +Prince away there in France in each Scottish heart, were +it but the size of a grain of mustard-seed, sure that love +would bind the whole nation together, and make it so +strong that we could rise in a great army and chase the +Hanoverian out of England.”</p> + +<p>I made no reply, but I remembered her words afterwards, +and have often considered them since, and in +considering them have wondered; for many of the best +and bravest in Scotland and England have thought as my +lady did, and yet, good and true as they were and are, +God has seen fit to give them no victory, but only +disaster upon disaster, bringing to nought their loyal +designs, and furthering the cause of those whom they +distrusted.</p> + +<p>When we had sat for perhaps ten minutes silent, scarce +seeing each other in the dusk, for it must have been +close on ten of the clock, we heard the door of the +business-room open, and next moment Sir John appeared +in the room. My lady, who had started up, ran forward +with a little cry, and he caught her in his arms.</p> + +<p>“Tell me, my life, what news?” she cried.</p> + +<p>“What, sweetheart, art not in bed?” he answered. +“And all alone?” for me he did not see. Then he +bent his head and whispered in her ear. She gave an +exclamation, half-amazed, half-triumphant; but a moment +after I heard a sob, and saw her lay her face upon his +breast.</p> + +<p>So I stole away unheeded, and went to bed and to +sleep with my curiosity still unsatisfied.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XI"> + CHAPTER XI + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>SIR JOHN PREPARES FOR ACTION, AND BARBARA + HEARS MANY STRANGE THINGS</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>Whatever tears bedewed the pillow of my dear Lady +Erskine that night there was no sign of them in the +morning. The household was early astir as usual, and +at once the bustle of preparation seemed to spread from +attic to cellar. Sir John was about to depart once more, +and though I scanned my lady’s face for that look of +foreboding and dissatisfaction that I expected to see, so +well did she have her heart in control that no shadow of +it appeared; indeed, there was an air of alertness about +her manner of moving and speaking which took me by +surprise. Instead of the fearful wife mourning over the +prospect of her coming loneliness, there was the brave +woman arming her husband, so to speak, for the battle, +and sending him from her with words of cheer and glad +prophecies of victory.</p> + +<p>At her request Sir John consented to make me a +sharer of the news that had arrived the night before, and +drawing me into his room he closed the door, and +bidding me come close to him he said in a low voice, +but with his wonted smile,</p> + +<p>“’Tis of vast importance, Barbara, this that we have +heard. My Lord of Mar hath, only a few days back, +got news from France; no less than a letter from the +King, in which his Majesty tells him that for the sake of +his honour he can no longer delay coming to Scotland. +He will be at Dieppe the end of the month, a sennight +from now, and the Rising, Barbara, the Rising is appointed +for—nay, I will not name the exact date to you, child, +but ’tis to be early in the coming month.”</p> + +<p>I held my breath and clasped my hands. “And will +my Lord Mar fight?” I whispered.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span></p> + +<p>“I wouldn’t be surprised,” said the knight with a laugh, +“but he may be Commander-in-chief of the King’s army.”</p> + +<p>“Then you, Sir John, will be in the thick of it,” cried +I. “Oh, for my lady’s sake, be good to yourself and +go not in the front of the battle, cousin.”</p> + +<p>“Silly child!” he answered, and, indeed, I knew that I +was silly ere ever the words were uttered. “Who thinks of +dangers at a time like this? A man’s life is no more +secure for hiding behind a hay-stack, which might catch +fire at his back, when he ought to be facing the bullets. +Depend on’t, we none of us die before our time, nor can +we preserve our lives beyond it. ’Tis best not to take +account of death, my lass, but to do our duty just +where we find it.”</p> + +<p>The smile had left his face as he laid a kind hand on +my shoulder, and for a moment my heart was so full that +I found means to relieve it by an unuttered prayer for +his safety. Then, not wishing to appear moved before +him, I said, “Is the Duke of Ormond ready, too, sir?”</p> + +<p>I thought his face fell.</p> + +<p>“Of that I can scarce speak,” he said. “My lord is +somewhat uncertain on this point; but I doubt not all +will be right once they hear the King’s Standard is raised +in the north.”</p> + +<p>And, Mr. Peck coming at that moment to the door, +Sir John dismissed me hurriedly, though with his wonted +kindness. I flew to my lady, and finding her calm and +occupied in the contemplation of her husband’s hose, +“Dear cousin,” I cried, “I know all; and now tell me +what I can do, for I am dying of eagerness to help you.”</p> + +<p>“Then go,” she said at once, “and see about the +making up of your mails, for Phemie is busy with the +children’s things. We start for Dysart to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>At my exclamation of surprise she smiled. “You +must know,” she went on, “that every year, in the month +of August, I take my sons to their Grandfather’s house for +the benefit of the sea-air and bathing. To our neighbours +who are not with us our departure has, therefore, nothing +out of the common; but to you I can say a little more. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span> +Sir John believes that the Earl of Mar will land in Fife. +If he does, he will meet him there and perhaps follow him +north, and, seeing that my Lord Sinclair is a man of some +standing, and my brother in the midst of this affair, ’twill +be easier for me to get news at the Hermitage than here +at Alva. So he desires me to go there for a time and +await the result of the Earl’s arrival; and, though I love +best, when deserted, to be in my own house, Barbara, +where every stone and tree speaks to me of Sir John, +still, as it is his pleasure, I am glad to go. You will see +Betty again, my dear, and that will content you also.”</p> + +<p>So, in little more than a month from leaving it, I +found myself again at Dysart.</p> + +<p>In spite of our anxiety and excitement, which, with all +our will, ’twas impossible to hide, the week that followed +was a happy one. My Lady Erskine had her husband +and children with her, and as she tenderly loved her father +and sisters, she was in the midst of all that were dearest to +her. Her brother, the Master, was for once in good +humour and forebore to vex her by his sarcastic speeches +to her husband. Indeed, Sir John and he were almost on +friendly terms, for the knight, partly to please his dear +lady, and partly, as I think, from a genuine appreciation +of the younger man’s gifts, deferred to him as the eldest +son of his host in a manner both courteous and kindly. +It is true that in the last few weeks the conduct of the +Master had gone far to establish his reputation for caution +and diplomacy among his neighbours in the country. You +must know that an order had come from Court to the +sheriffs throughout England and Scotland that they should +make search among the gentry, how many horses they had +and if there were any signs of disaffection among them, +their animals should be confiscated in the name of King +George, as well as any arms found in their possession. +I understand that the Master, with some difficulty, persuaded +the zealous magistrate that this order could not +apply to Fife, where all was quiet and orderly, but must be +intended for England which was ever in a state of disturbance. +He bade them look round upon his neighbours +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span> +and judge if they had among them all enough horses to +form a troop, or indeed, any beasts fitted for war. No, +he told them, nor had they even the proper saddles and +bridles for fitting out Cavalry. It would be foolish, he +warned them, to get themselves into disfavour by robbing +poor, innocent gentlemen of their only means of getting +about, and as for arms he could swear there were not two +score of pistols in his corner of Fife.</p> + +<p>So skilful was his address, and so easy his manner, that +for a time the good folk were persuaded to leave them in +peace; but he suspected, as he told my lord, his father, +that it could not be for long. All this Sir John Erskine +knew and approved, and, indeed, he was generous enough +to forget his brother-in-law’s ill-humours, and to take into +consideration his military knowledge and real ability for +management.</p> + +<p>But at last one night, early in the month of August, our +tranquillity came to an end; and indeed, though we knew +it not then, ’twas the end of all peace and happiness for +many days to come.</p> + +<p>Sir John and my lady, the Master and Betty, were +bidden to dinner to the house of Mr. Malcome of Grange; +and his kind sister, Mistress Anne, seeing me at the +Hermitage one day when she came to visit, and remembering +my grandpapa and my parents, very cordially asked +me to be of the party. The Master, who had business +that day of a private nature some miles away, was late of +arriving at the house, but late as he was our host was still +later. Mistress Anne, having waited already for the guest, +decided not to delay longer for the master, and telling us +gaily that the dinner would be spoilt, not to talk of the +cook’s temper, she made us sit down without him. I +remember nothing about the meal except that when Mr. +Malcome did arrive, which was not till we had been half-an-hour +at table, he appeared to be in a very hilarious +mood, and scarce eat anything, though he called for many +toasts. His apologies for his discourtesy were vague +though profuse, and he carried on his conversation in +jerky phrases, quite unlike his wonted flowing style.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span></p> + +<p>What was in the air, however, we did not discover till +the feast was ended and most of the guests departed. As +the party from Dysart were to lie that night at Grange, +we alone remained, and were seated with Mistress Anne +in the parlour, when her brother who had been seeing his +guests away from the front door, entered the room, +accompanied by Sir John and the Master of Sinclair.</p> + +<p>At once Mr. Malcome shut to the door, closed the +shutters with their heavy iron bar, and extinguished some +of the candles. Then beckoning to us ladies to come +round him, he began to talk in a low voice.</p> + +<p>“Great news to-day, my friends! My lord, the Earl +of Mar, is landed.”</p> + +<p>Sir John, my lady and myself were all eagerness at this, +but showed no surprise. Mistress Malcome threw up her +hands in amazement, Betty appeared puzzled, but the face +of the Master grew as black as thunder.</p> + +<p>“My Lord of Mar?” he cried out harshly.</p> + +<p>“Just so!” continued Mr. Malcome, “he landed last +night at Elie, not far from this very house, having come all +the way from London, so he tells me, in a coal-barque. He +was disguised as a common sailor, and wrought like one +too, as the ship possessed but three seamen.”</p> + +<p>“What need of so much theatrical display?” interrupted +the Master with a sneer.</p> + +<p>“To baffle our friends at Court,” was the reply, “where +my lord took care to attend a levee the very night that +he sailed.”</p> + +<p>“Does he come alone?” inquired Sir John.</p> + +<p>“He is accompanied by General Hamilton and Colonel +Hay, also disguised, my lord travelling as Mr. Maule. +’Twas cleverly arranged, and no mortal in London can as +yet be aware of his movements. He has now gone to be +with Bethune of Balfour, and from thence in a day or two +he spurs north to Dupplin House.”</p> + +<p>“What means his coming, brother?” asked Mistress +Malcome, still perplexed.</p> + +<p>“I will tell you, my dear; ’tis to pave the way for the +coming of the Duke of Berwick—”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span></p> + +<p>“The Duke of Berwick!” cried Betty, with sharp displeasure +in her tones, “and why not the King?”</p> + +<p>“Because, Mistress Betty, it is not yet quite certain that +the King may not have to go to England, and join with +the Duke of Ormond there.”</p> + +<p>“Is England ready also?” asked my lady.</p> + +<p>“Yes, madam, and so is France. King Louis, as you +know, is eager to help us. He hath promised us ten +thousand men, of whose landing either in England or +Scotland we may hear any day, with great store of arms +and ammunition.”</p> + +<p>Darker and darker grew the Master’s face as he listened, +and now he burst forth in his harshest and most scornful +tones:</p> + +<p>“And pray, what hath my Lord of Mar to do with all +this? Is it to be supposed that he who hath thrown +himself under the feet of the Elector of Hanover, only to +be kicked away as he deserved, will be trusted as a leader +by the leal gentlemen of Fife? I wonder to hear you, sir, +speak thus complacently of a man of my lord’s temper, +upon whom no reliance can be placed! Did he not +betray us over the Union, and will he not do it again?”</p> + +<p>This speech had the effect of altering the aspect of the +company as may well be imagined. My lady and our +kind hostess looked alarmed; Sir John turned to the +Master and bade him curtly be silent, in a tone I had +never heard him use before; Betty jumped up, and running +to her brother put her white arm round his neck, and +begged him for her sake to have patience. Mr. Malcome +seemed uncomfortable, as well he might, while as for +myself, Barbara, I sat entranced, absorbed and interested +as if I were beholding some drama that was being enacted +before my eyes.</p> + +<p>At length Mr. Malcome answered soothingly:</p> + +<p>“I believe that there is no reason to doubt the Earl’s +good faith seeing he is prepared to give himself wholly for +the Cause. As for the Union, I spoke of that to his +lordship, and he owned very frankly that he had been in +the wrong to do what he did, but that he hoped by his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span> +future conduct to make amends to Scotland and to us, +and in trusting him we should never repent it.”</p> + +<p>“Repent!” snarled the master, “and if we were ever +such fools as to trust such a man, think you that repenting +afterwards would retrieve it?”</p> + +<p>Again the other attempted to pacify him.</p> + +<p>“I have told him, my dear Master, of the daily fears +we have been in, and of the struggle you have had to keep +our horses; but I said also that the danger could not be +staved off much longer.”</p> + +<p>“And what said he to that?” asked Sir John, who +during the interview had spoken little, as one who scarce +needed information on the subject in hand. “What said +he to that?”</p> + +<p>“He said,” replied Mr. Malcome, “and I scarce know +how to take it, ‘whenever they are pressed let them draw +together and defend themselves.’”</p> + +<p>For a few moments there was dead silence and then the +Master spoke, this time in a voice of icy coldness that had +the sound of a sneer all through it. ’Twas this voice that +so oft enraged and exasperated his brother, Sir John, and +hearing it I justified my dear guardian for any expression of +anger he had ever used towards Captain Sinclair.</p> + +<p>“Truly, we ought to thank my Lord of Mar for this +precious piece of advice, for as such,” he said, “I regard it, +seeing that in prospect of the coming of the Duke of +Berwick, the Earl can scarcely consider himself in a +position to <i>issue orders</i>. But I, for one, decline to take it. +What! can it be imagined that the gentlemen of Fife are so +rash and foolish as to gather themselves together like rats in +a corn-yard, with the prospect of being worried by the +terriers? Consider, sir, the facts that we already know. +The Government are sending my Lord Duke of Argyle with +his dragoons to Stirling, which alas! is but a few miles +away. We hear that the Whig magistrates and burghers of +Perth have made themselves masters of that town. Consequently, +as they hold the Bridge of Earn, which is our only +passage out of Fife, what is easier than to keep us +prisoners here! My Lord Rothes, our worthy Sheriff, has +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span> +armed the whole mob of the county, who could readily +surround and take us, or if fortune favoured us so far as to +let us escape, who could assure us of a refuge in the +Highlands? Which of us would be bold enough to make +our way through the Athole Country, whose Duke would +have vast pleasure in seizing us and delivering us up to +the Government?”</p> + +<p>But Sir John could keep silence no longer, and his full +mellow voice fell like balm upon my ears, now aching from +the Master’s grating tones.</p> + +<p>“The Master of Sinclair,” he said, “knows me too well +to imagine that I could for a moment call in question his +courage or his honour; but it seems to me that thus to +conjure up so many difficulties, where in fact there are none, +is scarce the act of a brave and experienced officer.”</p> + +<p>“No difficulties?” cried out the master. “Call you the +want of arms nothing?”</p> + +<p>“But arms are coming from France,” persisted Mr. +Malcome. “Are they not promised already, and indeed +may now be on the way. Arms, ammunition, men, money, +there will be nothing lacking; and it doth surprise me not a +little to find so hardy a young gentleman as the Master of +Sinclair naturally is, turning so backward in an adventure +of the sort.”</p> + +<p>“Hardihood is not necessarily folly, my good friend,” +growled the Master. “But, to be sure, you are known as +‘the honest laird,’ and what you say to the people they will +stand by. But a day may come when not only Fife, but +all Scotland, shall rue the landing of the Earl of Mar from +his coal-barque at Elie last night.”</p> + +<p>This speech was followed by a prudent silence, and after +a pause our host rose, and turning to the knight said +courteously:</p> + +<p>“And now, Sir John, will you grant me a few minutes in +private?”</p> + +<p>As they left the room, my lady and Mistress Anne +followed to make some arrangement for the morrow, and +thus we three, Betty, Barbara, and the Master were left +alone.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span></p> + +<p>“You do not trust the Earl of Mar, brother?” said +Betty, somewhat timidly.</p> + +<p>“No more than I would trust a serpent not to sting me, +were I fool enough to warm it in my bosom,” was his +contemptuous reply.</p> + +<p>“My brother, Sir John, thinks different,” quoth she.</p> + +<p>“I know it well, my dear, and though I acquit the +knight of being so great a knave as his kinsman, he is in +my opinion no less of a fool.”</p> + +<p>At this my face burned hot, and I called out from my +corner.</p> + +<p>“You do not like Sir John, Captain Sinclair; you are ever +unjust to him.”</p> + +<p>He turned at that, surprised to hear so bold a speech +from the girl who had sat dumb for the past hour, but he +smiled stiffly. With all his ill-humour I have never seen +him discourteous to a woman; and seeing that in after +years he was twice married, both times to good and sensible +women, it may be that there was a side to his character to +which the world was a stranger. If this were not so, as I +have often thought, my dear Betty could not have loved +him so tenderly.</p> + +<p>“Your heat, Mistress Barbara, does credit to your +heart,” he said, “and I blame you not for disagreeing with +me. Sir John is my brother-in-law, it is true; but the +nearness of our relationship, while it assures me of his +virtues as a husband and a friend, does not blind my judgment +to his character. The darling passion of his life is the +attempting of desperate projects, and no matter how often +he should fail, there is that buoyancy in his nature which +will not suffer him to be convinced of his own insufficiency. +He hath still the misfortune to imagine he is born to be a +Great Man, and when all fails, nothing but want of wings can +hinder him from undertaking the voyage of the moon.”</p> + +<p>He was not without discernment, the Master of Sinclair; +and although at the time I bitterly resented his words, and +believed that he spoke thus out of jealousy, I have since had +reason to think that, robbed of its extravagance, his estimate +of my kind guardian’s character was not altogether wrong.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XII"> + CHAPTER XII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>TELLS OF THE ONLY OCCASION ON WHICH I MET + THE EARL OF MAR</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>Now I think it will be agreed that an idea which had sprung +full-formed into my mind during my silent listening, with +regard to the Master’s conduct, was not without weight. It +seemed clear to me then, and grew, if possible, clearer in +the light of after events, that his hatred and jealousy of the +Earl of Mar were the cause of all his strange behaviour. +He received the news of his landing, as we have seen, with +surprise and scorn, and the first hint of that nobleman as a +leader and commander roused his wrath to such a pitch, +that from that moment he put little check upon his fury. +Had the Duke of Berwick landed in place of the Earl, or +had my Lord of Ormond arrived at the head of the +expedition, it is my opinion that the Master of Sinclair +would have raised no obstacles and seen no difficulties any +more than our host of Grange himself. But his hatred of my +Lord Mar was of old standing and well known to their +friends, and his jealous spirit could not brook the notion of +being under orders to the man he despised. From that +day, although in obedience to my Lord Sinclair’s commands, +he continued in the affair, his heart was not in it. He was +thought to be but a lukewarm adherent, and when honour +demanded that he should endeavour to hide his misgivings, +support his Commander, and do nothing to foster dissensions +in the camp, he made himself obnoxious to the Earl and +his friends, raising up strife, frustrating plans, and sowing +everywhere the seeds of mistrust and insubordination, which +quickly sprang up and bore most bitter fruit.</p> + +<p>When it became known to him that Mr. Malcome had +been charged with a private message from the Earl to Sir +John, his jealous rage increased ten-fold, and from that day +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span> +onward in spite of the knight’s efforts to pacify him, which +for his lady’s sake he most generously made, his bearing +towards his brother-in-law was marked by scorn and bitterness, +which, while it merely provoked Sir John, deeply +annoyed my Lord Sinclair and grieved his whole family.</p> + +<p>In consequence of my Lord Mar’s message, whatever it +may have been, Sir John did not next morning return +with us to Dysart, but rode straight to the house of Mr. +Bethune of Balfour, to interview the nobleman, and hear +from him of his plans. Secret messages were sent to all +the <i>honest</i> gentlemen in that part of the country to wait +upon his lordship, but it was only by dint of stern +commands from his father, and the loving entreaties of +Betty herself, that the Master of Sinclair could be persuaded +to attend on him. I believe that the Earl, from the first, +treated Captain Sinclair with great kindness and deference, +making inquiries of him about the state of feeling in the +country, asking his advice, and otherwise behaving in a +very frank and manly way. This, Sir John told my lady; +and that at first the Master attempted to hide his gruffness +and to respond in like manner, and Sir John, with his +genial, sanguine nature, had great hopes that the rupture +between them might be healed. As a further proof of his +friendliness, my lord, in going to Dupplin House in +Perthshire, the seat of the Lord Kinnoul, decided to come +by Dysart in order to spend a few hours at the Hermitage, +and pay his respects to my Lord Sinclair.</p> + +<p>This was the sole occasion upon which I saw the Earl of +Mar, and I make no secret of the fact that his appearance, +manners, and courteous behaviour quite won me over to the +side of Sir John and my lady, who thought him one of the +best and cleverest of men. As I have said before, I have no +desire to dig too deep into the causes and motives of any +man’s actions. All the world knows of the Earl’s mistakes, +because the project he undertook failed; but so closely +are we “bound up in the bundle of life,” as the Scripture +saith, one with another, that it were impossible either at +that time, or now, forty years after, to determine who else +were at fault, or how many mistakes and errors went to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span> +make up the whole. I suppose, that if the King’s Cause +had prospered, and if he were now seated upon the throne +of his forefathers instead of living in sad exile, not much +would be heard of the incapacity of the Earl of Mar, or the +motives, good or bad, which urged him on. Truly, as it +saith again in the Book of Proverbs, “The lot is cast into +the lap, but the whole disposing thereof is of the Lord.” +And to those of you who, ten years back, witnessed the +triumph of that brave young Prince as he rode gaily up +the High Street of Edinburgh, with strong hopes in his +heart of winning back the kingdom for his royal +father, and who, later, mourned with him over these same +hopes utterly cast down, this assurance from the pages of +Holy Writ is the only comfort you could have. For +myself, I was at that moment far away with my dear +husband in the East Indies, so that only the rumours of +Prince Charles Edward’s coming and going reached our +ears; but as I heard of his charm, his courage, his +successes, and in the next breath of his sufferings, his +disappointments, and his failure, my tears fell for pity of +the Lost Cause, just as they had done so many years +before.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>But what must you be thinking of this garrulous old +woman, who lets her thoughts so wander from the path and +her pen run away with her? I was telling you of the visit of +the Earl to the Hermitage, and it all comes back to me +very plain and clear. I had heard the Master say that my +lord was a humpback, or at least deformed, but though I +could perceive that one shoulder was slightly higher than +the other, he carried himself with so much grace that it +scarce detracted from his appearance. He was dressed +very plain to avoid attention, but I thought for all that he +looked the great gentleman he was. Upon my being +presented to him, he saluted me very kindly on the cheek, +as was then the custom, and told me that he knew my +Grandpapa very well, saying also in a laughing tone that if +I lived up to my name I must needs be happy to see him, +and to know the reason of his coming. Upon which I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span> +told him that I was very glad and thankful that the King +had so good a friend, and at this he looked pleased and +made me a low bow. He talked respectfully with my +Lord Sinclair of the coming Rising, rallied Mistress Bess +gaily on her enthusiasm, and answered very cordially my +lady’s enquiries as to the health of his Countess and the +welfare of their infant daughter. He took little Henry upon +his knee, and calling Charles to his side told him of his +friend, Tommy, who, he said, was now considered the bully +of Westminster, for to that famous school Lordy Erskine +had lately gone.</p> + +<p>“I like Tommy,” cried Charles, “he’s a great friend of +mine!”</p> + +<p>“And I like Tommy too,” lisped Harry, not to be +outdone, “he gives me a pick-a-back!”</p> + +<p>My lady bade the children not be troublesome, and sent +them away to Phemie; but when was a mother’s heart not +warmed by small attentions to her children, or how could +any woman think ill of a man who thus fondled her little +sons? I am sure that if my lady’s faith in the Earl had +been in any way dimmed by her brother’s cruel suspicions, +it burned bright and steady again after this visit to Dysart.</p> + +<p>Before he left us, and his stay was but brief, he drew +from his bosom a portrait done in miniature, and, smiling, +offered it to each of us in turn. We looked at it in silence. +It was the face of the King. A face singularly attractive +in its youthful grace, for the high forehead, the long, gentle, +hazel eyes, even the lack of power in the full mouth and +rounded chin, all helped to give it an air of sweetness which +yet had a tinge of sadness in it; and while my heart was +filled with a sudden strange yearning, I was not surprised +to see tears in Betty’s eyes, as she lifted the miniature to +her lips and reverently kissed it.</p> + +<p>And so with kind adieux, and hearty wishes for Godspeed +in his venture, and gay waving of the hand, my Lord of +Mar rode off to join his friends; and we watched him long +upon the winding road, with smiles on our lips and prayers +in our hearts, little dreaming that not one of us should +ever look upon his face again.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span></p> + +<p>Neither Sir John nor the Master of Sinclair was present +at this interview, the latter having private affairs at the +other side of the county, and my guardian being absent on +one of the many secret missions which now occupied all his +time. Several times he crossed to Edinburgh, returning +the same day, for our agent there, Captain Harry Straton, +was by now in the thick of business. On one of these +occasions he brought back the discouraging news that the +Duke of Ormond, had, on fear of being arrested, fled in +haste from England, thus destroying our hopes in that +direction; but it was thought that being now in France, he +might combine with the King, and that on his return to +England, the soldiers, by whom he was greatly beloved, +would readily flock to his Standard. Sometimes Sir John +was absent from Dysart many days together, being sent +with important messages to gentlemen between Edinburgh +and the Border, and even as far south as Dumfries and +Galloway with despatches to the Earl of Nithsdale, and +my Lord Kenmure.</p> + +<p>But that part of the business came to an end at last, and +one night upon his return we learned the meaning of it all. +My Lord Mar was holding a great <i>Tinchel</i> or Hunting of +the deer, in his forest of Braemar, on the 26th day of +August, and from near and far his <i>invited guests</i> were +spurring north to join him. On the eve of departure, Sir +John and the Master, though intending to ride together on +the morrow, again broke out in dissension. ’Twas at +supper, and some of our trusty neighbours were present. +The Master, still smarting at the thought of Mar’s +supremacy, threw doubts upon his wisdom in calling +together so large a gathering which could not be kept +private.</p> + +<p>“And what need for privacy,” cried Sir John, “when +the country is ready to rise at our bidding?”</p> + +<p>“With the King still in France,” replied the Master, +“Ormond fled from England, Argyle to take command +in Scotland, and with six thousand Dutch troops ready +to cross the sea to his assistance at a day’s notice, it seems +to me that the quieter we make our plans the better.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span></p> + +<p>“And to me it seems,” returned the other, “that enough +time has been wasted, and the sooner the King’s Standard +is openly raised, the more secure we shall stand.”</p> + +<p>And as all the company, including ourselves, were in +agreement with this notion, and everyone weary of the +repeated delays, the Master’s arguments were silenced, +though I have no doubt his opinion remained the same.</p> + +<p>And now so many things crowd into my memory that I +despair of setting the half of them down. I must leave it +to history to tell you of that great meeting at Braemar, +when noblemen and gentlemen from all parts of Scotland, +from Caithness to the Border, and from Fife to the +Western Isles, assembled to hear what the Earl of Mar had +to tell them. What it was you know very well, and his +manner of telling it. Also how, after enthusiastically +agreeing to join the project—with, I fear, too little +forethought or consideration—they dispersed to their +homes in order to gather their forces together.</p> + +<p>Still the days went slowly by for us, hearing nothing +from the north, and little from other sources, for in the +absence of our men we saw, designedly, but little of our +neighbours, and except for the two Pitcairns, uncle and +nephew, had no communication with the outer world.</p> + +<p>My lady was growing anxious for news of her husband, +and the strained look which I was to see so often in her +kind eyes was beginning to show itself. When late one +night, as we two were on our way to bed, after the rest of +the household had retired, there came a sound of gentle +knocking at the small door in the tower past which we +must go to reach our rooms. The muffled sound at that +hour, in the darkness (for we carried no light) was one to +set our hearts beating, and I clutched at my cousin’s arm +as we paused to listen. The knocking continued, and +without a word my lady turned and began to go down the +little flight of steps that led to the door.</p> + +<p>“Madam!” I cried softly, “be careful. Shall I call +your brother, Mr. Will?”</p> + +<p>But my lady did not pause. She looked back at me up +the winding stair, and the moonlight from the narrow +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span> +window fell upon her face; it was white, but she was +smiling. I knew that in those days there was no time for +foolish fears, and secrets, however they were carried, were +not to be trusted to servants. There was nothing for my +lady to do, but what she was doing, so I stood in breathless +suspense and listened. Surely she would not open without +a question to those without.</p> + +<p>Down below a bolt was drawn, and the door creaked +slightly as it was shoved back. Then I heard a cry, and +after that—silence. Trembling with fear and uncertainty +I strained my neck to peer down the twisting stairway, +holding my skirt up with one hand, and descending slowly +step by step. It was not far to go, and suddenly I saw in +the patch of moonlight that shone through the open door +two figures that looked like one. ’Twas my lady in her +husband’s arms. I laughed for very relief and joy, and +they both looked up and smiled. My good Sir John was +dusty and travel-worn, and his eyes were heavy with fatigue. +He had ridden fast and far, and the hand he held out to +me trembled, while his voice was weak and husky.</p> + +<p>“Didst ever know such a wench as mine, Barbara?” he +cried softly. “Here she comes stealing down the turret-stair +in the moonlight to open the door to a lover belike, +only to discover her husband!” and he laughed below his +breath.</p> + +<p>“My dearest life!” cried my lady, her face all smiles, +“would I not know your knock among a thousand? +Come, come, we must close the door and get you +something to eat, for you must be well-nigh starving.”</p> + +<p>“Drink first, sweetheart!” laughed the knight. “There’s +no room in this throat of mine for meat to pass down till +some of the dust has been washed out of it.”</p> + +<p>Softly he shut and bolted the door, and taking off his +riding-boots to carry them in his hand, he stole behind us +up the stairs and into the dining-hall on the left. Once +there he flung himself into an arm-chair and stretched his +weary limbs with a great sigh. In a few minutes we had +collected food and wine from the buttery and the pantry, +and it was with a feeling of relief, as intense as though the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span> +terrible thirst had been my own, that I watched the huge +tankard filled and emptied.</p> + +<p>“And now, my dearest,” cried my lady, when her lord +had demolished half a cold pasty and much bread and +cheese, “why come you so late and in secret? What +news do you bring? Are they good or bad?”</p> + +<p>Sir John’s face was grave. “Mayhap you have heard,” +quoth he, “the King of France is dead.”</p> + +<p>“The King!”</p> + +<p>“Dead?”</p> + +<p>“Ay, dead as mutton! And the power in the hands of +a Regent, who, I know well enough, whatever my Lord of +Mar may say, is not well affected to our cause.”</p> + +<p>My lady seated herself beside him.</p> + +<p>“Nay, we have heard nothing. No news have come +from Edinburgh this sennight. All our friends are from +home as you know, and David Pitcairn has thought it well +to bide quiet and attend to business.”</p> + +<p>“Betty’s business?” cried the knight, and my lady +laughed.</p> + +<p>“Nay, my dear; Betty’s business would be the King’s, +as you very well know, and if he is to be of use to us later, +he must not draw suspicion on himself too soon.”</p> + +<p>“Right and true!” said Sir John. “He may help us +all by-and-bye; David’s a wise lad and can hold his +tongue.”</p> + +<p>“So we have heard nothing,” continued my lady. “But +this death of King Louis is a terrible loss to us. What says +the Earl?”</p> + +<p>“He insists,” said Sir John, “that the Duke of Orleans +is as much in favour of the Restoration as the old King was, +and that his death is no loss, but rather a gain to the cause. +But I know the Regent better than he, and I hope for no +help from him. Indeed, if he do nothing to hinder us, +twill be less than I expect of him.”</p> + +<p>“And now, Sir John,” I cried, “will you not tell us why +you come thus, in such haste and privacy, to tell us what +all the world must know in a day or two?”</p> + +<p>He laughed and called me a “saucy minx.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span></p> + +<p>“To say truth, Mistress Barbara, your humble servant +is a bit of a coward, and I must own that I stole here +to-night under cover of the darkness (though the moon +shines cruelly bright for conspirators), because I hoped to +avoid my eldest brother-in-law, whose jibes and sneers I +can ill brook in my present disturbed state of mind. He +left the north some days ago. Is he at home?”</p> + +<p>My lady smiled, and fondled his hand like one humouring +a child.</p> + +<p>“No,” she said, “but he may return to-night, and you +will see him most like at breakfast.”</p> + +<p>“That will I not,” cried he, “for by breakfast-time I +must be far from here. Only a few hours’ sleep, and then +up and off again. Come, my lady, this food has made a +new man of me; now to bed, for I must be on the road by +five o’ the clock, and ’tis now half on midnight.”</p> + +<p>A shadow fell over her face.</p> + +<p>“And whither now?” she asked. “I had hoped you +could remain a few days with us.”</p> + +<p>“To Edinburgh,” he cried, “no less! For by the end +o’ the week, I trust the Castle and all its supplies will be in +my Lord Drummond’s hands.”</p> + +<p>My lady was again all eagerness and poured forth +question after question as to the time and the method +of taking so important a stronghold, but Sir John only +kissed her and put her off in his usual light-hearted style, +and soon after we crept stealthily up to our rooms.</p> + +<p>“I dreamed my papa came and kissed me in the night,” +said little Charles to me next morning. “I thought it was +true, and told Phemie that Sir John was returned, but +when I asked my mama, she laughed and said I must +have dreamed it.”</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIII"> + CHAPTER XIII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>SHOWS HOW A WOMAN’S ACTIONS ARE OFTTIMES + MISUNDERSTOOD</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>The very next day, being the tenth of September, came Mr. +Malcome to visit us, with news both good and bad. The +Master had not yet returned home, so that we were +ignorant of what had passed since Sir John left the north. +Four days before, our visitor told us, the Earl of Mar had +set up the King’s Standard at Braemar, proclaiming him +King of Scotland, England, France and Ireland. They +were making arrangements for doing likewise in many of +the larger towns, such as Aberdeen, Dunkeld, Brechin, and +Montrose, and hoped before long to take Perth out of the +hands of the Whigs and make that place their headquarters. +The affair, said Mr. Malcome, was spreading +like fire in the heather (an ill-sounding simile, thought I) +and he believed there would be a rousing welcome for +King James when he arrived.</p> + +<p>“And what of Edinbro’?” asked my lady anxiously, +for where her treasure was, there also was her heart.</p> + +<p>Mr. Malcome gave a long, slow whistle, and turned to +my Lord Sinclair.</p> + +<p>“Have you not heard, my lord?”</p> + +<p>The old lord shook his head. “Nothing as yet,” he said.</p> + +<p>He drew a little nearer us, and sank his voice almost to +a whisper.</p> + +<p>“A fiasco, my lord, an utter failure, the stupidest piece +of bungling that ever was perpetrated.”</p> + +<p>“But how, sir, did it fail?” cried my lady, with wide, +anxious eyes.</p> + +<p>“Strangely enough, madam, through the treachery of a +woman,” sighed Mr. Malcome. “A woman got hold of the +scheme, my lady, and, as was natural, the thing slipped out.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span></p> + +<p>“For shame, sir!” cried Betty, her cheeks flaming. +“Do you mean to insinuate that a woman cannot keep a +secret—that women are more often traitors than men? +How dare you speak so, Mr. Malcome?”</p> + +<p>Our guest was too old a friend to take umbrage at Mistress +Betty’s wrathful tone. He sighed again but offered no apology.</p> + +<p>“Tell us all you know, sir, I beg,” said my lady.</p> + +<p>“Madam,” said he, “I name no names. If they are +not known to you now, they will be public property soon. +But ’tis reported that a certain young officer who had +charge of this scheme, not satisfied to be alone in his +family on our side, engaged his brother, a certain physician +in Edinbro’, to join in with him. The latter, madam, has a +wife, who seeing her husband very melancholy, as weighed +down by his knowledge of the secret, begged him with +wifely solicitude to unburden his mind to her. The +gentleman not able to resist her wiles confessed his +anxiety, whereupon the lady, whose sympathies unfortunately +lay on the other side, sent an anonymous despatch +to my Lord Justice Clerk. Sir Adam Cockburn, worthy +man, communicated with Colonel Stuart, the Governor; the +plot was frustrated, the Castle was saved, or rather—lost!”</p> + +<p>“And what of the conspirators?” we cried.</p> + +<p>“Most escaped, but two or three fell into the hands of +the Town-band, which the Lord Provost had sent out to +patrol the town.”</p> + +<p>“Tell me, sir, have you seen my husband, Sir John?” +cried my lady. “Was he with Mr. Straton last night?”</p> + +<p>“Madam, he was, but this morning he rode north again +with the news of our misfortune to the Earl of Mar.”</p> + +<p>She sighed even as she smiled.</p> + +<p>“Here is a woman,” she cried, laying her hand on her +bosom, “who is traitor enough to the Cause to wish that +her husband were not so useful a man. ’Tis mighty +uneasy at times, my friend, to balance the scales betwixt +love and honour; and though I am very sorry that our +project has failed, I cannot as a wife, blame that lady who +doubtless loves her husband as much as I do mine, and +wished to save him in spite of himself.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span></p> + +<p>“Madam,” said the discreet Mr. Malcome, “there are +always two sides to a question, if not more; and besides, +the story may not be true.”</p> + +<p>After this, many rumours came to our ears without +greatly affecting our daily life, though my lady lived from +hour to hour in the hope of despatches from her husband, +and Betty and the rest of the household were never weary +of gathering news from every conceivable source.</p> + +<p>One day the Rev. Mr. Pitcairn, having gone on some +errand to Edinburgh, came back with the news that the +Duke of Argyle had arrived from London, and was gone to +Stirling to take up his quarters there. General Wightman +had been for some weeks now in the Castle, and his troops, +some 1800 strong, lay encamped in the King’s Park. Old +Colonel Erskine had not yet been superseded as Governor +of the Castle, it being well known that the majority of that +family were in favour of the Government, though his +affection for Sir John and my Lady of Alva drew his +sympathies in the other direction. Old Lady Alva belonged +to a staunch Whig family, and her son Charles at +that time seemed in full sympathy with her, so that neither +from them, nor from Aunt Betty did my lady, as she told +me, look for help or pity did things go wrong with Sir +John. But, as you know, in such affairs it is the common +rule for families to be divided amongst themselves, and at +present there was no thought of misfortune.</p> + +<p>The town of Perth fell into possession of the King’s men +about the middle of September in a very simple manner, +for the Tory burghers, having sent privately to Colonel +Hay to let him know that they were ready to revolt against +the magistrates, who were Whigs, if he could bring a +sufficient force to back them up, that gentleman, with +about forty horse, shortly afterwards appeared before the +town (though on the wrong side of the river), and his +friends, seizing the boats without any resistance from the +town, brought them all across the Tay. The Whigs who +were, we were told, terrified by the report of the approach +of the Earl of Mar with some thousands of Highlandmen, +very meekly gave up their arms to their adversaries, and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span> +took no more active part in opposition than to ride post to +Edinburgh to inform the Government of what had happened.</p> + +<p>To Perth, therefore, by degrees came flocking the +noblemen and gentlemen with their followers, who had +agreed to join my Lord Mar. The young Earl of +Strathmore, a fine and gallant gentleman, with two hundred +of his men, was the first to arrive, and following him came +the Earl of Southesk with about the same number. My +Lord Panmure, that brave and staunch old hero, brought +with him an hundred Highlandmen, and two hundred from +the Lowlands. My Lord Nairne and his son came likewise; +while the Master of Sinclair at the head of the Fifeshire +gentlemen, of whom he had assumed a kind of unofficial +command, rode away from home with our Godspeeds in his +ears to join this gallant company.</p> + +<p>After the departure of that gentleman, we had more news +from headquarters than most people, I suppose; for the +Master, being a great scribe, thought little of penning more +than one long letter of an evening. So that my lord, his +father, and his sister Betty, were constantly receiving +despatches. I cannot but own that the picture he drew +was far from encouraging. The Earl of Mar was not yet +come to Perth, nor General Hamilton with his troops, and +every man did what seemed right in his own eyes. The +lack of order and discipline to a man accustomed to the +ways of tried soldiers must indeed have been vexatious, +and even making allowance, as we all half laughingly did, +for the trend of the Master’s temper and the <i>sharpness of +his pen</i> there was much in his accounts to make my lord +shake his head, and keep us all somewhat anxious.</p> + +<p>One thing that greatly annoyed him was the indifferent +way in which some of the gentlemen, who ought not to +have exposed themselves, rode about the country alone on +the smallest excuse. They were constantly returning home +on one pretext or another, generally on the plea of getting +fresh supplies of money; spending perhaps a night or two +away from camp, and returning with the utmost carelessness +in broad daylight. Again and again the Master told us he +had warned them that they would be kidnapped, and at +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span> +last what he predicted really happened. Our friend, Sir +Thomas Bruce, riding home on some such errand, was +taken by a party of dragoons, under Lord Rothes, near to +the town of Kinross, and carried prisoner to Leslie House.</p> + +<p>“And serve him right!” cried Betty indignantly, when +we heard of it. “He should have listened to my brother’s +warning.”</p> + +<p>About this time we heard that the Earl of Sutherland +had landed at Leith from England, and had sailed north +to his own county, of which he had lately been made Lord-lieutenant, +to raise the Clans in that neighbourhood in +favour of the Government. This dashed our spirits a little, +but we had soon reason to be glad of it.</p> + +<p>One evening about six o’clock, we were walking in the +wood that borders the shore between the Hermitage and +the grim old Castle of Ravenscraig which was now being +allowed to fall into decay. My lady walked in front with +young Mr. Pitcairn at her side, and little Charles ran before +her, Betty and myself following. It had been a still, bright +day, such as we often get in the end of September in +Scotland, and scarcely a ripple rose to break upon the +rocks. The sun was out of sight behind us, but its full +light shone upon the water, and the distant coast seemed +very far away. Some boats were in the Frith, but the air +was so light that their sails were almost useless; for though +they filled enough to bear the little crafts gently onward, in +most of them the boatmen had taken to the oars.</p> + +<p>Suddenly Betty stood still, her keen eyes fixed on one of +these tiny barks, which seemed to be steering towards us; +it was as yet too far off for me to make out its occupants, +but my companion had the eyes of a hawk.</p> + +<p>“Sister!” she cried, “the boat, do you see it?”</p> + +<p>My lady turned and stood beside us, looking where she +pointed.</p> + +<p>“Surely, Bess, I see it—what then? ’Tis but a fishing-boat +going out for the night.”</p> + +<p>“Nay, my dear,” laughed Betty, “there you are wrong. +Can you not see? They are making signals.” And snatching +her kerchief from her neck she waved it above her head.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span></p> + +<p>“Take care, my woman!” cried her sister, catching at +her arm, “that is a dangerous thing to do. You know +not who it is, Betty. Do you want every Tom, Dick, and +Harry to land at the Hermitage? One would take you for +a child at times, so rashly do you act.”</p> + +<p>But Betty’s cheeks were red and her eyes bright with +excitement, while she still gazed eagerly at the boat. +Presently, when the little bark was heading for the +harbour just below us, and we could all see in it the figure +of a man in a travelling-cloak, she twisted her kerchief +again round her neck and began to walk quickly forward.</p> + +<p>“You may trust me, my dear Catherine,” she said, “I +know their signals. ’Tis one of our party, though I know +not who, as yet. Let us meet him at the stair-foot.”</p> + +<p>We passed down the rough-hewn stone steps that led to +the harbour, David Pitcairn leading and Betty close behind. +As the boat touched, the traveller, who was now on his feet, +sprang out, and, with hat in hand, stood looking up at us.</p> + +<p>“Why?” cried my lady, “’tis Mr. James Murray! You +were right, Bess, ’tis a friend indeed. Welcome home, sir! +Are you but newly from France?”</p> + +<p>The last words were added in a whisper, as the young +man bent to kiss her hand. He nodded silently, and +turned to fee his boatmen (very liberally, to judge from +the satisfaction on their faces). They handed him up a box, +which David with a laugh, and in spite of the other’s +protest, swung upon his shoulder, and we all started again +for the house.</p> + +<p>“Was it you, Mistress Elizabeth, who answered my +signal?” asked the traveller. “I was surprised to find you +could see mine from so far. Had I not caught sight of +you ladies in the wood, I should not have ventured, I fear, +to approach the house.”</p> + +<p>“Why not, Mr. Murray? My lord will be over-joyed to +see you,” cried Betty. “’Tis many months since you left +us. How is the King? Is this your first return?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, madam, I have been in France since April, and +come now with good news for the Earl of Mar. I arrived +in Edinburgh this morning, disguised, having travelled by +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span> +way of England; but when I left France, his Majesty was +well and in good spirits.”</p> + +<p>“Then, indeed, you are welcome to us all,” cried my lady, +and with this we were come to the front door, and our +guest was ushered in with every expression of hospitality.</p> + +<p>Supper was hurried forward, and entertainment of the +best was bestowed upon the traveller. I had gathered that +this Mr. Murray was second son to the Viscount of +Stormont, and a trusted friend of King James. We +learned now that his Majesty had appointed him Secretary +of State for the affairs of Scotland, and while we knew that +he carried the Royal Commission to the Earl of Mar, he +whispered, under seal of solemn secrecy, that he brought +also a Patent creating him a Duke. This news was greeted +with all joy and approval, and we drank to the health of +the Duke of Mar.</p> + +<p>“Pray, sir,” said the elder Mr. Pitcairn, for David had +been sent in haste to bid his uncle to supper, “can you +give us any news of the King’s movements?”</p> + +<p>“I give you my word, sir,” was the reply, “that his +Majesty is resolved to cross very shortly; but the roads in +France are all guarded, and it will not be without difficulty +that he reaches the coast. My Lord Stair would not be +grieved overmuch were his Majesty to fall into the hands +of some convenient highwayman.”</p> + +<p>“Oh!” cried Betty, in horror, “you cannot mean, sir, +that he wishes for his death?”</p> + +<p>“That, Mistress Betty, is a harsh manner of speaking, +but the Ambassador certainly thinks that King James is in +the way.”</p> + +<p>“God preserve him,” breathed the minister, “from the +hands of wicked men.”</p> + +<p>“Amen!” cried my lord. “And what, sir, is being done +in the way of material assistance, for of that we have +heard a vast deal, though nothing has been seen.”</p> + +<p>“When I left France, my lord, there were ships in the +ports of Havre, St. Malo, and other places, twelve ships +of war in all, with several swift frigates being loaded with +great store of ammunition—small arms, shells, bullets, and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span> +some pieces of artillery, while soldiers and officers in +abundance only waited their orders to embark.”</p> + +<p>“God be praised!” cried my lord, “this sounds like +reality at last. If only they do not delay, but strike, as +the saying is, while the iron is hot.”</p> + +<p>“And what of the Duke of Berwick?” asked his younger +son, William.</p> + +<p>Here Mr. Murray looked uncomfortable and made no +reply for a moment, but presently he said he feared there +had been trouble between the King and his half-brother, +of which he could give no details, but he now believed +the Duke would not take part in the expedition at all.</p> + +<p>“The more’s the pity!” he added, “for there is no +doubt that he is a good and brave man, as well as a skilful +general.”</p> + +<p>It is needless to say that we were all very much cast +down at this news, for our opinion of the Duke had always +been that of Mr. Murray, and we had been led to hope +great things from his assistance. We talked the matter +over, and again fell back upon the hope that the Duke +of Ormond, though inferior in skill, might take his place +in England. We discussed it far into the night, until my +lady, rising, protested that Mr. Murray must have some +rest, seeing he intended starting in search of the Earl of +Mar, whose whereabouts was uncertain, early the next day.</p> + +<p>But on the morrow as we sat at breakfast a despatch +was brought in from the Master of Sinclair, which saved +the important messenger any unnecessary delay. The +Earl, he said, had arrived at Perth with a large following +of Highlanders the day before. The companies already +in the town were drawn out on the North Inch to receive +him, and our informant added that my Lord Mar had +already begun to stick thorns in his (the Master’s) side, +by his arrogant assumption of authority and infallibility. +As her brother could not mention this nobleman’s name +without some sign of irritation, my lady smilingly suppressed +this addition, and assuring Mr. Murray of our +delight in having had the good fortune to waylay and +entertain him, we bade him a hearty adieu.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIV"> + CHAPTER XIV + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>TELLS HOW MISTRESS BETTY HAD A BRILLIANT NOTION, AND + OF HOW IT WAS CARRIED OUT</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>It seemed to us all in those days that Fortune was playing +a game of <i>see-saw</i> with us and our hopes. No sooner +were we elated by some piece of good luck, than something +happened of the reverse order to cast us down into the +depths of depression. Two days after the visit of Mr. James +Murray, news was sent to Mr. Harry Straton in Edinburgh +that, following hard upon his track, came one, Mr. Ezekiel +Hamilton to wit, with very evil tidings. The Regent, +Orleans, to whom we had been told to look for help, had +proved himself the very reverse, for he had caused the +ships, of which Mr. Murray had spoken with such confidence, +to be unloaded of all the arms and ammunition, +and it was added that Admiral Byng had leave from him +to search all ships coming from Havre and other ports +to Scotland. Here was a blow to our hopes, and we were just +where we had been, or perhaps a little lower in the scale +of unhappiness in consequence of the severity of our +disappointment.</p> + +<p>“Ah!” sighed my lady, “you see my dear Sir John +was right. He mistrusted the Regent, and indeed feared +he would do us harm. Was ever king so unjustly treated, +or surrounded by so much treachery!”</p> + +<p>“Oh,” cried Betty, “would to God I could do something +to help! How terrible it is to be a weak woman +in times like these! Come, Barbara, let us at least get +to horse, and ride out and hear some news. I shall go +mad if I stay cooped in the house another hour.”</p> + +<p>Nothing loth, I did as she bade me, and we were soon upon +the road. She had refused to take a servant, “for,” said she, +“if we hear any secrets we must keep them to ourselves.”</p> + +<p>“We are not like to hear many, my dear,” said I, “for +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span> +there is no one to tell them to us. See, as far as I can +look along the road, there is not a soul in sight. How +far shall we go? ’tis getting late to be out alone!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, fear not, child!” cried Betty, shortly. “Naught +can happen to us here, where all the world knows us. +Pray do me the favour to be silent. I wish to think.”</p> + +<p>It was a quiet bright evening, with the first touch of +frost to make the air keen upon our faces. On and on we +rode till the houses of Burntisland came in view. When +we were near the town, Betty pulled her horse to a walk, +and pointing to the harbour, bade me look at a little ship +anchored in the roadstead.</p> + +<p>“I wonder whence it comes and what it contains,” said +she idly; and I wondered at her interest, for there were +several vessels in the harbour, and ships were constantly +coming and going in the Frith, so that there was nothing +to distinguish this in any particular way.</p> + +<p>Not deeming it prudent to go into the town, as the +evening was darkening down and we two women alone, +Betty stopped at a little inn at the entrance of the street, +where the wife was one Janet Spiers, who had formerly +been cook-maid at the Hermitage. Rapping on the door +with her whip-handle, Betty soon brought the good +woman out, who, on seeing the quality of her visitors, +overwhelmed us with kind requests to come in and rest.</p> + +<p>“Why, Jenny,” said Betty, “we do not mean to alight; +’tis close on seven o’clock and the days are growing short. +We did but ride this way to take the air, and being so near +your house I stopped to ask for your gudeman.”</p> + +<p>“Thank ye kindly, Mistress ’Lizabeth,” said the woman, +“he’s real weel. The hoast was sair on him a while back, +but sin’ the hairst he’s ta’en up fine.”</p> + +<p>They chatted together for a few minutes, and upon my +remarking on the number of ships in the harbour, Janet +Spiers pointed to the very vessel which had attracted the +attention of Betty a short while back, and asked her if she +knew what it contained.</p> + +<p>“Why, no,” said Betty, “nothing very valuable I should +say.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span></p> + +<p>The woman tossed her head with a contemptuous smile.</p> + +<p>“Ye wad wonder!” she cried. “What think ye, +Mistress Betty? There’s fire-arms intilt, and pouther and +bullets and a’, and what for? To send awa’ north to my +Lord Sutherland for him tae arm his men and gar them +fecht for the English King. Set him up indeed! I’m for +King Jamie, ye ken, my leddy, as ye are yersel’.”</p> + +<p>“Arms!” cried Betty, in great surprise, “arms and +ammunition! But where do they come from, and what do +they here?”</p> + +<p>“Weel, weel,” said Janet Spiers, “they were shipped at +Leith frae the Castle at Edinbro’, but the chiel that’s +maister o’ the ship is a Bruntisland man. He lives down +bye in the close there, forenent the quay. He’s been awa’ +this three weeks, and as he kent the gudewife was near her +time, he couldna think tae sail awa’ north without spierin’ +for her. Aweel, she was brocht tae bed o’ a fine laddie this +morn, and naethin’ wad satisfy the creatur (a spoilt quean +she is), but keep her man by her for a wee. An’ he, +honest man, was sweer tae leave her, and sae, there he is, +and there’s his ship, and there’s nae hurry aboot sailing, +that I can see.”</p> + +<p>“How long will he stay, think ye, Jenny?” said Betty, +and I could hear a thrill of excitement in her voice.</p> + +<p>“Till the morn’s nicht at the full o’ the tide, onyway,” +said the other, “an’ maybe langer.”</p> + +<p>“And how many stands of arms did they tell you the +ship contained?” she asked.</p> + +<p>“Oh,” said Jenny, doubtfully, “twa-three thoosan’, +maybe.”</p> + +<p>“Dear me!” cried Betty, “my Lord Sutherland will be +lucky to get them. Well, Jenny, we must say good-night, +and ride fast to get home before the darkness falls. Come, +Barbara.”</p> + +<p>And away we went again upon the homeward road, while +the land behind us darkened, and the first bright star +shone out above us in the pale sky.</p> + +<p>So fast rode Betty that I was soon out of breath and +called out to her to stop, but she only urged her beast to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span> +the utmost, and left me to follow some way behind. What +had come to her I wondered; could she be afraid of the +approaching night? But no, fear and Betty were not well +acquainted, and I soon dismissed the thought. My dear +friend was full of whims, and her mind I knew was greatly +disturbed. I did my best to keep up with her, and bent +my attention on the road we had to follow. It was almost +dark when we came abreast of the Town-House of Dysart +(for straight into the town we had ridden), and the place +was nearly empty. Betty stopped abruptly and seemed to +be considering what to do next. A man came out of +Quality Street and turned towards us, and in the dim light +we both recognised Mr. David Pitcairn.</p> + +<p>“David, oh, <i>David</i>!” cried Betty, not loud but with an +intensity of feeling in her tone which would have carried +her words much further, and in a few quick strides he was +beside us.</p> + +<p>How clearly I remember his appearance as he stood +there with his hand upon her horse’s neck, and his fine face +lifted to hers in the twilight. So well I knew the devotion +that filled his soul, though none had told me of it, that I +felt sure, whatever she asked of him, he would then and +there consent.</p> + +<p>“Dear David,” said Betty, “you are the very man I was +hoping to see,” and my heart contracted at the words, +knowing what they must mean to him. “I have a project, +’tis formed within the last half-hour. There is something +you must do for me—nay, not for me, for the King, David—and +if you love me you will not refuse.”</p> + +<p>Ah! Betty, was it kind to put it thus? But what woman +would have refrained from using her sweetness as a lure in +a like case?</p> + +<p>“If I love you, Betty!” said he, very gravely. “Have +I ever refused you anything you required of me?”</p> + +<p>Even at that moment I saw her falter. Was she putting +him to a test too hard?</p> + +<p>“Then walk with us along the shore, where no envious +ears can overhear us. Oh! David, such a chance, such +good fortune as never could have been expected! I can +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span> +scarce restrain myself from laughing aloud. But we must +be quiet. It must be kept secret; no one shall know but +you, and Barbara, and my lord. ’Tis better so.” So fast +she talked, and appeared so excited, that I almost feared +her agitation would overcome her, but by-and-bye when we +were beyond the houses she spoke more quietly.</p> + +<p>“Listen, David. There is lying outside the harbour of +Burntisland at this moment, a ship filled with arms and +ammunition intended for the Earl of Sutherland in the +north. You can guess what he means to do with them. +There they are now for anyone to take, for the master, +poor fool, is grinning over the cradle of his new-born son; +and the crew, I dare swear, are as pleasantly, if less +innocently, employed about the town. Now we must, by +hook or by crook, get those arms for our own. Three +thousand stands, David, and much powder and bullets, +think what a haul! Is it not splendid?”</p> + +<p>“Magnificent!” said David, smiling. “But do you +propose my boarding the vessel alone in the night, and +bearing them away on my back, Betty?”</p> + +<p>“Nay!” she cried, reproachfully, “I am not so foolish. +But this I propose: my brother, the Master, must be told +of it; he will know what to do. He will come with a troop +from Perth, and take them by force if necessary. But it +must be done at once, and in as secret a way as possible. +The ship will sail to-morrow at midnight, with the tide. +Someone—you, dear David, must go this night to Perth, +carrying a despatch from me, which I will write presently; +and you must ride in hot haste, so as to be there by daybreak, +and lose no time in waking my brother and telling +him of the matter. He may have to consult my Lord of +Mar, but no one, I think, will be so mad as to neglect this +great opportunity.”</p> + +<p>David walked along slowly, his eyes on the ground. He +was between us, and I listened for his answer as eagerly as +Betty. To my surprise it was long of coming, and my +companion, still more astonished, broke out again impatiently.</p> + +<p>“You will not refuse, David! ’Tis not so hard a task. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span> +A night in the saddle cannot mean much to you. Why do +you hesitate? I thought—”</p> + +<p>Then he lifted his head and looked at her in quiet +wonder.</p> + +<p>“Do you mean to say you doubt me, Betty! I was but +thinking out my best road. And my horse has been out +all day.”</p> + +<p>So, I suppose, had he, but Betty did not notice the +admission.</p> + +<p>“You shall have the best horse in my lord’s stables!” +she cried, joyfully. “You shall choose for yourself. Oh +no, I did not doubt you, David. I <i>knew</i> you would do it. +There is no one more faithful and true.”</p> + +<p>And she cast upon him a look so sweet and kind that I, +not knowing the secrets of this wayward woman-heart, +began to think for the first time that, for her patient squire, +the reward he wished might not be quite impossible. He +lifted the little hand that hung down beside him, and +raised it to his lips.</p> + +<p>“And what shall my payment be?” he asked.</p> + +<p>But even as if he scorned his own question, he hurried +forward to push open the gate, and Betty rode up to the +house in silence.</p> + +<p>My Lord Sinclair was sitting down to supper when we +entered the hall, but his daughter, in her impetuous way, +swept him with her into a little room which stood empty, +and beckoning to David and myself, she bade us enter and +shut the door. It did not take long to acquaint my lord +with our story, and he was heartily pleased to approve of +Betty’s plan. The sole objection that he made was that +nothing should be written; papers were dangerous, and +Mr. Pitcairn might be waylaid, and even searched.</p> + +<p>“Let the message go by word of mouth,” said he. +“David has brains enough to deliver it as you give it to +him, and my son knows him too well to doubt that he +comes from us.”</p> + +<p>So it was arranged. David was to sup at the Hermitage, +going after to his uncle at the Manse to acquaint him with +his intended venture. A good horse was to be provided +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span> +for him, and as soon as it was dark enough, which would be +by ten of the clock, he was to ride out of the town and make +his way to Perth. By riding all night, but keeping to +unfrequented ways, he would come there by five or six in +the morning, and he had instructions to find out the +Master’s lodging, and rouse him at once to receive the news.</p> + +<p>You may imagine, at supper there were at least two of us +with little appetite, and my lady chid her sister for having +ridden too far and tired both herself and me. As soon as +possible I escaped upstairs, and right glad was I when my +cousin joined me, to find that the secret had been imparted +to her. Indeed, I believe it might have been discussed +openly before all the house without any harm done, the +entire household being too faithful to my lord’s interests +to breathe a word that would endanger any of them.</p> + +<p>As we sat and talked in the half-dark, for the room was +lighted but by one small taper, we heard the sounds of +preparation in the stable-yard, for upon that my window +looked. I opened the casement and we leaned out. A +horse, ready saddled, stood there with a groom beside him! +By the feeble light of the lanthorn hung on the wall we +could see his grand form, and the proud lift of his head, as +his nostrils snuffed the cold night air.</p> + +<p>“’Tis La Flèche!” my lady whispered, “the best horse +my lord has left.”</p> + +<p>Out of the low doorway leading from the kitchens came +David Pitcairn, booted and spurred, but with his hat +in his hand. Behind him tripped Betty, and with a word +dismissed the groom, who shuffled back into the stable. +As Mr. Pitcairn stood ready to mount, Betty came close +to him, and spoke in a tone so low that it did not reach us. +When he answered her she took something from her bosom +and held it out to him in her open hand. The light gleamed +on a little gold heart, and I recognised a trinket that she +was fond of wearing. With a smile she let him take it, and +with a smile he raised it to his lips. Just then the town-clock +struck ten. He caught hold of both her hands and +kissed them lingeringly, swung himself into the saddle, and +waving his hat with a cheerful “good-bye,” rode out into the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span> +darkness. For some minutes we listened to the sound of +the horse’s hoofs growing fainter in the distance, and then we +drew back into the room and closed the window.</p> + +<p>My lady sighed. “Poor David!” she said softly.</p> + +<p>“I wish,” cried I, “that Betty could be kinder to him, +madam.”</p> + +<p>“Alas! child,” said she, “Bess is already far too kind, +and yet I know she means no harm. She loves him in +every way but one, and he worships her with body, heart, +and soul, as it is not good for any woman to be worshipped.”</p> + +<p>“You think she would not marry him?” I asked. My +lady laughed, but not unkindly.</p> + +<p>“Oh, no!” she said. “I do not always understand my +sister (I think at times she scarce understands herself) but +I am ready to wager my life’s happiness that she will never +be David Pitcairn’s wife.”</p> + +<p>And at that moment the subject of our talk knocked at +the door and entered.</p> + +<p>Her face was very pale, and her eyes burned bright with +excitement. She came in quietly, and sat down by us in +silence. My lady put out her hand, and laid it affectionately +on her shoulder. By the glad, uplifted look +upon her face, we knew that she was deeply moved.</p> + +<p>By-and-bye she spoke gravely, almost solemnly.</p> + +<p>“Sister! Barbara! is it not strange that, after all, my +passionate desire to do something for the King has been +gratified? Do you not see the hand of God in it? What +led us to ride in the direction of Burntisland this evening, +when we might as easily have gone the other way? What +prompted me to ask for Janet Spiers’ gudeman, who, I +knew, had lost his cough a month since; and above all, +what induced the woman to talk to us about that little +ship? Oh, will it not be wonderful if, by my means, the +Government Army is defeated, and the Country turned so +loyal that when the King comes home he will have +nothing to do but ride to Holyrood and receive the +loving homage of a united people.” She waved her hands +in a sort of delighted ecstasy, and ended with a laugh so +joyous that we were fain to join with her.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span></p> + +<p>“God grant your beautiful dream comes true, my Betty!” +cried my lady, kissing her. “’Twas well thought out, your +plan, and can hardly fail. My brother is the man to +attempt the enterprise, and seeing that arms and ammunition +are the things most needed, he will move heaven and +earth to get them. Let us think now of David Pitcairn +riding through the night, and pray that no harm may befall +him.”</p> + +<p>“Dear, faithful David!” murmured Betty. “I would +trust him with all I possess.”</p> + +<p>“Except yourself!” said my lady slyly.</p> + +<p>“I do not possess myself, sister!” said Betty, somewhat +sharply. “Let us go to bed and try to sleep off some of +our excitement. It will soon be Sunday morning, and I +fear Mr. Pitcairn will have but an inattentive listener in +me, if I am calm enough to go to Kirk to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>And soon after we parted, and went to bed with our +various thoughts and dreams.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XV"> + CHAPTER XV + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>IN WHICH BETTY AND BARBARA BEHAVE VERY FOOLISHLY</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>And now I am going to relate an adventure so foolish and +freakish that, looking back upon it from the standpoint of +discreet years, I cannot but wonder how my friend Betty +ever thought of proposing it, or how Barbara could be so +ready to join in it. But I fear it has been in all ages, and +will continue to be so, that young girls take delight in +doing many things which in after years they regard as impossible, +and which they would certainly prevent their own +daughters from doing if they could. And so the world +goes on, and each must sow her little crop of experiences, +and reap her own harvest of wisdom, or mourn over the +doubtful fruits of folly.</p> + +<p>That our folly brought forth no great bitterness was due +to the kindness of Providence, rather than to any credit of +our own. Indeed, while I condemn my own act in yielding +to Betty’s request, I cannot but remember our adventure +with a warm stirring at my heart, for a certain thing +happened then that had an after-effect upon my whole life.</p> + +<p>It was upon Saturday night, you will remember, that +David Pitcairn left us to ride to Perth, and the next day +being Sunday, we had much ado to attune our hearts and +minds to the sacred duties of the day, for our thoughts +would fly to the Earl of Mar’s army, and back again to the +little ship outside Burntisland harbour. While we all felt +the strain of an anxious and almost sleepless night, my +poor Betty’s nervous tremors were pitiful to behold, the +more so that such a condition was very foreign to her +nature, and quite unlike her wonted liveliness. My lady, +who was ever a fragile, delicate woman, had so great a +control over herself that she appeared at times the stronger +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span> +of the two; but so sympathetic was she towards her sister +that I feared at times they might betray themselves.</p> + +<p>Anxious or not, it behoved us all to go to church, and to +bear ourselves as if nothing unusual were afoot. But I fear +that the pious and learned discourse of good Mr. Pitcairn +bore little fruit in our hearts that day. We were waiting +we knew not for what, and even among ourselves had little +to say save interjections of wonder and longing.</p> + +<p>It seemed as if the day would never pass. After dinner +we took the little boys to the rocks below the wood, Phemie +being gone to church, and there told them tales and let +them play quietly. But as the afternoon waned, a strong +wind rose and blew from the north-west, and as it grew +colder and colder we made a retreat to the house.</p> + +<p>As I descended from my room to supper I heard the +sound of the turret door opening, and light steps coming up +the twisted stairway made me pause to see who was there.</p> + +<p>It was Betty, her cheeks rosy with the cold, her hair +wind-tossed, her eyes bright. When she saw me she +laughed and clutched my hand.</p> + +<p>“Come to my room directly after supper!” she +whispered. “I have a little thing to tell you.”</p> + +<p>It was evident that something had happened to raise her +drooping spirits, and my lord nodded approval when he +heard her laugh as we sat down to table, while my dear +lady looked pleased though surprised to see that her sister’s +appetite had returned. For myself, I could scarce swallow +a bite, being in a state of excitement half fearful, half +pleasant, throughout the meal, not being able to fix in my +mind upon any possible reason for her recovered gaiety. +I waited with the utmost impatience till we were closeted +together in Betty’s room, and then demanded eagerly what +had happened.</p> + +<p>She laughed a gay, reckless little laugh, and drew me +down upon the settee beside her. “Nothing has happened +yet, my little Barbe,” she cried, “but something is going to +happen soon. Look you, child,” she went on more +seriously, “I am about to ask a great thing of you, and if +you are doubtful, or afeared, tell me now and I will say no +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span> +more. Can you undergo some discomfort, run some risks, +and trust yourself to me for a few hours? Tell the truth +sincerely.”</p> + +<p>“Why, Betty,” I cried, “you know I love you dearly, +and would do a good deal to pleasure you, but is it fair to +make me give my promise without telling me what you +would be at?”</p> + +<p>She looked at me a moment in silence. “You do not +answer me as David did,” she said slowly.</p> + +<p>“Frankly, dear Betty, is there anyone else in the world +who would?” I asked smiling.</p> + +<p>“You are growing up mighty fast, Barbara,” was all she +answered, and for a few moments she sat in silence.</p> + +<p>“Hark ye, my dear,” she roused herself to say, “I mean +to trust you. I cannot bear one hour longer of this +suspense than I can help, and I mean to ride forth at daybreak, +and find out, if possible, what has taken place at +Burntisland.”</p> + +<p>“At daybreak?” I cried, incredulous, “but why not +wait till after breakfast?”</p> + +<p>“And have all the world know?” she answered. “Why, +Barbara, we must not be seen. There is always the possibility +that some wind may carry the news to Stirling, +where my Lord of Argyle and his dragoons lie in wait. What +would be easier for them than to intercept the Master and +his Command, either on their way hither, or on the return +journey? You see I know nothing, and this ignorance is +torture to me. If David is returned he is probably as +ignorant of what happened after he left Perth as I am. +My brother may have started at once, and may be busy +even now at the harbour, or he may have waited till the +dusk fell, and be at this moment on the road. In that +case I may just see him to-morrow, which would be a consolation +in itself, and get a word of approbation from him +for my part in this affair, which of course no one else must +know.”</p> + +<p>I suppose I looked as doubtful as I felt, for she went on +persuasively.</p> + +<p>“I only wish for your company, my dear; there is +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span> +naught for you to do. Michael, the groom, will ride with +us, and if necessary be our protector. I want to see for +myself what has been done, and to find out about my +brother. We shall wear masks and hoods, but indeed if +any strangers are about the town they will be those busy +with the boats, and the townsfolk would never think of +molesting us.”</p> + +<p>“When do you mean to start?” I asked, with a sigh +and a smile together.</p> + +<p>At that she kissed me and called me her dear, and her +kind obliging friend, and promised me all manner of +favours, including her abiding love, which was the only one +I cared about. Then she told me how she had already +arranged everything, hoping, nay believing, that I would +be as agreeable as she had always found me. At four of +the clock we were to rise and dress, and slipping down the +turret-stair, let ourselves out by the door already mentioned. +Michael was instructed to lead the horses quietly, one by +one, outside the gate, so that those in the house should +not be roused by the sound of our starting. She had +placed a pitcher of milk outside her window on the sill to +keep it fresh, and she had carried some bread up from the +supper-table, so that in the morning we should not ride +out fasting. When all was expounded, she promised to +awaken me lest I should lie too late, and bade me go +straight to bed, and to sleep soundly.</p> + +<p>In the dark chill hour before the dawn, with the stars +still shining in the sky, and a cold wind stinging our faces +and whipping the black waters of the Frith into foamy +crests, I own I did not think so well of the expedition; +but Betty possessed what few women have—determination +enough to carry a project through in spite of every obstacle, +and as I had committed myself to her guidance, I rode on +beside her in dogged disregard of discomfort, while Michael, +the groom, jogged in the rear.</p> + +<p>Just before we came in sight of the town she drew near +to me and, speaking in her most persuasive tones, divulged +what was really the most important part of her enterprise.</p> + +<p>“I have been thinking,” said she, “that were we to draw +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span> +near the town on horseback, we should attract too much +attention. Gentlewomen are not given to riding abroad at +this hour; so, Barbara, if you do not mind, we will dismount +by yonder dyke, and Michael will hold the horses +under cover of it for half-an-hour or so, while we go quickly +into the town to see and hear what we can. What say +you, my dear?”</p> + +<p>Knowing that whatever I said ’twould make little +difference, and being too loyal to allow her to go alone, as +well as too timorous to stay behind, I murmured my agreement +with her plan; and a few minutes later we dismounted, +and adjusting our masks, and drawing our plaids about us, +head and shoulders, in such a way that it were impossible +for anyone to know us for gentle or simple, we advanced +quickly towards the opening of the street which was at that +moment silent and empty.</p> + +<p>As we came near a corner we heard the steps and voices +of approaching men, and without a moment’s hesitation +we drew into the shadow of a doorway and waited for them +to pass. To our dismay, however, they paused close by our +hiding-place, and continued their conversation in voices +that betrayed to us that they were well-to-do townsfolk.</p> + +<p>“Ay!” said one, “’tis a sad mischance for poor Jock +Wilson, but I would ha’ thought the loon had as muckle +sense as to ken what he was aboot. It looks a’most as if +he’d left his ship and a’ it contained, just for anyone that +liked to help himsel’.”</p> + +<p>“Man!” said the other, “’twas a gran’ venture! To +come a’ the way frae Perth in the night, and hae the work +done afore folks were oot o’ their beds. He’s a dour man, +the Maister o’ Sinclair, but when there’s a thing tae be +done, he’s the man for it. But I’m wonderin’, Andrew, hoo +the deevil he cam’ tae hear o’ Jock Wilson’s boat. He +hasna been at Dysart this week back and mair, and the +thing wasna kent afore yestreen.”</p> + +<p>“Weel, weel!” said the first, “the Cause has its friends +in the Kingdom o’ Fife if anywhere in Scotland, and there’s +ways and means o’ getting knowledge. The Government +made nae secret of what they were aboot, but they didna +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[130]</span> +reckon on Mistress Wilson’s lyin’-in. That was the cause +o’ the mischief, Jamie; a wumman at the bottom o’t, as +usual.” And with a laugh at his own jest the speaker +moved on up the street, while his companion entered the +house exactly opposite to our doorway. Betty drew near +me and seized my arm.</p> + +<p>“You heard, Barbara,” she whispered; “the thing has +succeeded. My brother came from Perth early this morning, +and is even now busy at the harbour. Oh, how I wish I +could see him, if only to tell him how proud I am of his +achievement! Come, child, I must go on! No one will +molest us, there will be other women about by this time, +and I fancy the town is too excited over what has taken +place to have room for notice of us.”</p> + +<p>Quickly we stole into the street and hurried on. We +met some people and heard snatches of talk, but no one +spoke to us, though one or two eyed us curiously. Suddenly, +on rounding a corner, we found ourselves in an open space +in which were a number of people, all talking excitedly +and in loud voices. Involuntarily we stopped, and in +turning round to retrace our steps we collided with a young +gentleman who was moving in our direction. He was +dressed in uniform, and looked as if he had but just +staggered out of the adjoining tavern, as indeed he had.</p> + +<p>“Beg pardon, my dear,” he said in a thick voice, lurching +near us and trying to peer under the folds of our plaids. +“Hullo! masks, by Jove! Who’d ha’ thought it at this +hour?” and he looked first at Betty and then at me, as if +not certain whether to hold us or to let us pass.</p> + +<p>“Excuse me, sir,” said Betty, in her haughtiest tone. +“Can you direct me to the Master of Sinclair?”</p> + +<p>“Sinclair, by gad! Direct you to Sinclair? No, I +can’t, and I wouldn’t if I could. Blesh my life, why +should I? Sinclair’s done nothing for me; rather keep +you to myself, my chuck.”</p> + +<p>No words can express the horror that crept over me +at this man’s look and tone. I had seen often enough a +gentleman in his cups. ’Twas not thought so much of a +disgrace as to be a matter of great concern to a woman. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[131]</span> +But though I instinctively shrank from any man when +fuddled and bemused with wine, never in my life had +the like condition aroused in me such a sense of loathing. +His eyes were heavy, yet insolent; his face was flushed, +and his loose lips wore a foolish smile. His words, as +they dropped from his slippery tongue, now came in a +rush, now halted painfully; and his breath, which was +foul with wine, sickened me as he puffed it in my face.</p> + +<p>“If you cannot be civil, sir,” cried Betty, enraged, but +not the least dismayed, “pray, let us pass.”</p> + +<p>“Don’ want to let you pass,” stammered our tormentor. +“Too lovely, by half! Come, lift your mask, my dear. +Ball’s over, ’s time to sup.” And with that he advanced +to seize her; but Betty quickly slipping on one side, the +creature lost his balance and fell prone in the mud. In +falling, he clutched hold of my plaid, and, dragging it +off my head, dislodged my mask, which broke from its +fastening and fell at my feet. Not wishing to escape at +the expense of leaving my warm covering in the hands +of this wretch, and unable to wrench it from his grasp, +I stood still and called piteously to Betty, who had sped +a little way along the street, believing me close behind +her. In terror lest she should get out of sight, and still +more lest the man should succeed in rising to his feet, I +was standing thus, my heart beating in my throat, my +head bare, and tears of fright in my eyes, when another +officer stepped out of the tavern-door, and stared in +amazement at the figures before him.</p> + +<p>Only for a moment did he remain inactive (while I, +with a curious throb of relief, realised that a helper was +at hand), then, as if reading the whole in my white and +horror-stricken face, he strode towards us, and, with a +sharp rap of his cane, loosed the hold of those rude hands +upon my dress. Standing stiff and tall above his recumbent +comrade, he asked in a very stern voice, “What +does this mean, Mr. Wallace?”</p> + +<p>The other struggled to his feet; but his fall, instead +of sobering him, appeared to have left him still more +fuddled, and also a little aggressive.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span></p> + +<p>“I say, Tony,” he muttered, “tha’s my prize. Wha’ +d’ you want here? No, by Jove, ’s the other one I +want—the brown-haired filly, where’s she gone? Asked +for the Master of Sinclair, she did. Pretty game, that, for +his Mastership to play, making assin—assig—nashus with +lovely ladies—six ’clock in the morning—”</p> + +<p>“You fool!” broke in Betty’s voice, and I found her +at my elbow. “The Master of Sinclair is my brother. +Perhaps you, sir, if you are not also drunk at six o’clock +in the morning, can direct me to him.”</p> + +<p>The officer saluted her with grave respect. “I have +had the honour of being presented to you, Mistress +Sinclair,” he said, “at the house of the Earl of Wigton. +My name is Anthony Fleming, and I am very much at +your service.”</p> + +<p>Betty gave a gasp of relief.</p> + +<p>“I remember you very well, Mr. Fleming,” she said, +“now that I have time to look at you, and I am grateful +to you for appearing thus opportunely to our help. Can +you tell me whether my brother is still in the town? +Having heard a rumour of his coming from Perth last +night, my friend and I—let me present you to Mistress +Barbara Stewart—rode over this morning to have speech +with him, and I was asking this <i>gentleman</i> to direct +me to him, when he forgot himself.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Wallace was now standing somewhat sheepishly +with his back against the wall of the house, and Betty +glanced at him scornfully and turned away. As for me, +I was still trembling, and the tears which I had before +restrained kept brimming to my eyes.</p> + +<p>“Madam,” said Mr. Fleming, and his eyes sought +mine with a kind and pitying glance, “I cannot sufficiently +express my regret for the annoyance and trouble +you have had, and my brother-officer will, I am sure, +think and say the same when he is come to himself. I can +only, in his name, humbly beg your pardon. I fear your +friend is still suffering. If there is anything I could do—”</p> + +<p>“If you will direct us to my brother,” cried Betty, +impatiently, “’tis all I ask now.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span></p> + +<p>“Madam,” said he, “I greatly regret that that is +impossible. The Master of Sinclair, after some splendid +work, which I should like to tell you of if there were +time, quitted the town soon after four o’clock, and, +having left Mr. Wallace and myself in command of some +troopers he has installed in the Castle, is already well +on his way back to Perth.”</p> + +<p>Betty’s face fell at this, although his words had pleased +her. She was about to reply when a great crowd of +turbulent people, sailors and fishermen, accompanied by +women of the lowest sort, came reeling down the street +with shouts and laughter. Some of the men hustled me +rudely aside, whereupon Mr. Fleming sprang to my +assistance, and, putting his arm round my shoulders, +stood thus to protect me until the crowd had passed.</p> + +<p>“Pray, take us out of this, Mr. Fleming,” cried Betty +imploringly. “Right sorry am I that I ever brought +myself or my companion into such a mess; but I cannot +be too thankful that you found us. Come, Barbara, I +am ready to go home and confess my sins and eat any +amount of humble-pie.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Anthony Fleming bent down to look at my face +before he freed me from his protecting arm. “Are you +able to walk, madam?” he enquired very kindly. “Will +you not lean upon my arm?” But so comforting and +strength-giving had been his support that I was able to +smile back at him and assure him I felt perfectly well. +He helped me to adjust my plaid, and upon Betty’s +informing him where we should find our horses, in a +very few minutes he had us clear of the town, and was +walking between us along the open road.</p> + +<p>“Tell me now, if you please, sir,” cried Betty, “what +my brother has been doing, and what brought him from +Perth in such haste?” for, as she told me later, she did +not wish it to be known that she had had a hand in +the matter.</p> + +<p>“You must know, madam,” said our guide, “that +yesterday, very early in the morning, the Master of +Sinclair was called out to the South Inch to see a certain +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span> +messenger, who had ridden all night from this place to +inform him that there was a ship lying in the Frith +containing arms and ammunition from the Castle of +Edinburgh which had been shipped at Leith, to be sent +north for the use of the Earl of Sutherland. The master +of this vessel, he was told, was come ashore to see his +family, and did not intend to put to sea for another +four-and-twenty hours. Here was a chance, if the right +man could be found, to supply ourselves with weapons +and bullets, of which we stand greatly in need. Your +brother was fired by the notion, and, bidding his friend +rest, and return home privately, keeping the matter secret, +he went off to the Earl of Mar and acquainted him with +the story. I must own that my lord delayed some +hours in issuing the order, and I, meeting the Master +of Sinclair at one Hardy’s, a vintner in Perth, he told +me what was toward, and said that if he got the Command +he hoped that I would ride with him. Finally, the order +being given in writing at last, we left the town by five +o’clock, a company of fourscore horse. We came by +cross-roads and by-paths, avoiding towns and villages, +and got here a little after midnight. The Master posted +sentries about the town to avoid surprises, and himself +went to the harbour and very easily seized some of the +boats there. In these we rowed out to the ship and, +though the wind and tide were against us, succeeded in +bringing her in. Your brother, madam, stood in the water +up to the middle of the leg and received the arms into his +own hands. Of these there were but three hundred—”</p> + +<p>“Three hundred!” cried Betty, so sharply that I feared +she would betray herself.</p> + +<p>“Three hundred wanting one,” continued Mr. Fleming, +“and we had expected two or three thousand. ’Twas a +great disappointment I must own; but later we seized the +arms of another big ship in the harbour, and took also +those of the Town-guard, and as they are now lodged, with +the ammunition we got, in the Castle which we are left to +guard, I think you may be satisfied with your brother’s +work, madam.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span></p> + +<p>“I wish there had been more,” she murmured discontentedly.</p> + +<p>“Why, madam, so do we; but ’tis better than nothing, +and when the news of the Master’s exploit is brought to the +King, I’ll wager his Majesty will be prodigiously pleased.”</p> + +<p>By this we had reached the rough dyke behind which +our steeds were ambushed, and were preparing to mount. +Betty, who had listened to Mr. Fleming’s words with a +smile of approval, gave him her hand with a grateful look.</p> + +<p>“His Majesty knows how to appreciate all his faithful +subjects,” she said softly, “and among them I am glad to +count Mr. Anthony Fleming.”</p> + +<p>He bowed over her hand before raising it to his lips. +Betty was looking her brightest, I noticed, in spite of the +cold, the agitation, the fatigue, while Barbara, I felt sure, +was at her worst; and I remember regretting to have been +seen at a disadvantage by this particular gentleman, who, +although he had been unknown to me half-an-hour before, +seemed more of a friend than many with whom I was well +acquainted.</p> + +<p>“I count it a special mercy,” said Betty, as we rode +away, “that we fell in with that young man. Do you not +think there is something very attractive in his face?”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes,” cried Barbara, quickly. “I am sure it is +the kindest face in the world.”</p> + +<p>And from that day to this she has seen no reason to +alter her opinion.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVI"> + CHAPTER XVI + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>TELLS OF VARIOUS MATTERS TO BE FOUND IN THE + HISTORY-BOOKS, AND OF A ROMANTIC TALE + WHICH IS NOT</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>I have often thought that our mad escapade would not +have been passed over so lightly had the news we brought +been less satisfactory. My lord was never, I believe, made +aware of the depths of our folly, and only to my dear lady +did I dare to relate our morning’s adventures, and from her +received the chiding I so richly deserved. To one other +was the affair confided by Betty, namely, to David Pitcairn. +She told him in my presence the same afternoon, and +greatly was I astonished to see him so much roused. For +a moment or two he could scarcely speak, and it was some +time before we were able to understand the reason of his +displeasure. When at last ’twas explained, I felt that he +had reason on his side, and even Betty appeared struck +by his words.</p> + +<p>He had accomplished his task on the Saturday night +without hindrance, arriving in Perth early on Sunday +morning, and arranging, as we knew, an interview with the +Master. He now told us that, after the latter had acquainted +the Earl of Mar with the good tidings, my lord expressed +a desire to see for himself the bearer of them, and the +Master of Sinclair had followed Mr. Pitcairn about the +town until he could set his lordship’s wishes before him. +At first our friend David demurred, saying he could tell my +lord no more than he had already divulged, but finally he +consented, and was borne to the Earl’s presence; but beyond +the fact that my lord had received him graciously, and +asked him a number of questions as to the size of the ship +and the quantity of arms on board, we got little out of him +on that point.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span></p> + +<p>“He asked me,” said David, “if it were possible to ride +from Perth to Burntisland avoiding towns and villages, and +when I told him yes, ‘Then,’ said he, ‘will you act as +guide to the convoy?’ But upon my informing him that +the Master of Sinclair and Mr. Malcome knew the country +every whit as well as I, he said, ‘Very well, perhaps there +was no need of a guide.’”</p> + +<p>David left Perth at ten o’clock, and having rested for +some hours at the house of a friend about half-way home, +was able to join the expedition when it was within three +miles of its goal. He was full of praise for the Master +and for one or two of the gentlemen who accompanied +him, among whom it pleased me to hear him mention +Mr. Fleming, but the rabble they commanded were, he +said, some of the worst that could be imagined. Sentries +were placed about the town, but no sooner were the +officer’s backs turned, than these undisciplined Highlanders +left their posts and scampered off to the taverns and +wine-shops, and there had ensued such rioting and +confusion as had made of the town a perfect pandemonium. +How we had escaped much worse injury and +insult than we suffered he could not imagine, “except,” as +he said, with a look at Betty both angry and tender, “it +was true that a special Providence guarded daft folk and +bairns.”</p> + +<p>Indeed I shuddered at some of the things he told us, +among them the fact that the drunken men, upon being +called to order by their officers, the latter narrowly escaped +being shot by these wretches, many of whom could not +understand a word of any language but the Gaelic.</p> + +<p>“I thank my stars,” said David, “that I have nothing +to do with such a crew, and since they left the town in the +morning we have heard sad tales of their raiding the +country-side, and plundering the poor folk on their way +back to Perth.”</p> + +<p>I cannot but say that our spirits were much dashed by +this intelligence, and our triumph did not seem quite so +brilliant as it had appeared that morning. For some hours +after it left me sad, and Betty very thoughtful.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span></p> + +<p>But events were hurrying forward, and in the next few +days much was accomplished for the Cause. We heard +with delight that the Master of Sinclair had been sent into +Fife with a body of horse, both to seize any arms that +could be found, and also to set up the King’s Standard in +the small towns round the coast. This he accomplished +with ease, beginning at Cupar, and going from St. Andrews +to Kirkcaldy, he took possession of each town in the name +of the King, thus making our party masters of the whole of +the north coast of the Firth of Forth. To the grief and +chagrin of Betty, her brother did not present himself at +home for more than a passing call of a few minutes, so +that she was not able to hear nor to give any news. But +to our great joy, Sir John, who was riding in the Master’s +Command, decided to return to Dysart instead of proceeding +at once to Perth, and surprised us by appearing one +evening about supper-time, well and hearty and with news +to tell.</p> + +<p>It was from him that we learned of the designed project +of sending a large body of men across the Frith to the +Lothians, so that they might march south, and eventually +join the rising in Northumberland.</p> + +<p>’Twould take too long were I to tell you of the exciting +days that followed, while boats were chartered in all the +small fishing villages, and secretly brought to Crail from +whence the crossing was to start. Mr. Harry Crawford it +was that had the bringing of the boats together, and as +there were upwards of two thousand men to be conveyed, +you can imagine that the task was no light one. Now as +there were several ships of war lying at Leith, and the +custom-house smacks were constantly moving about in the +Frith, my Lord of Mar ordered that a small number of +men should march to Burntisland and make a feint of +embarking there, to attract the attention of the Government +boats. Meanwhile, protected by a screen of Cavalry under +the command of Sir John Erskine and Sir James Sharp, +the main body got off under cover of night, from Crail and +Elie and Pittenweem. As a certain number were obliged +to wait till the next night, however, the design was made +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span> +known by spies to the Government ships, which immediately +set sail to intercept them. Fortunately a contrary wind +detained them, so that only one of our boats was taken, +but several were forced to return to the coast of Fife. +One company of three hundred men under command of +my Lord Strathmore, with the Laird of Barafield as his +Lieutenant, was obliged to land on the Isle of May, where +they were detained for several days. When threatened by +the ships of war, they made a most determined stand, and +the young earl, himself scarce more than a schoolboy, +behaved in a heroic manner. Not only did he hold his +men in check when some of them were for surrendering, +but he exhibited the greatest courage and self-denial during +their detention; and when the opportunity came at length +of getting off in boats to return to Crail, he was the last to +leave the island. How our hearts kindled when we heard +of his brave conduct from the Master, who had for this +young nobleman an unbounded admiration.</p> + +<p>The success of this project, and the landing of our men +on the coast of Haddington, threw the good people of +Edinburgh into such a state of panic that the Lord Provost +at once ordered out the City Guards, the Trained Bands, +and the new Levies of Volunteers for the defence of the +city and the prevention of any disturbance therein. He +also took the precaution to send an express to the Duke of +Argyle at Stirling, who without delay marched post-haste to +the Capital accompanied by three hundred chosen dragoons. +As the Highlanders, under the brave Brigadier Mackintosh, +had marched to Leith and entrenched themselves in the old +citadel there, his Grace, who had left his cannons, gunners, +mortars and bombardiers all behind at Stirling, could do +little to dislodge them, save calling upon them as rebels to +lay down their arms and surrender, upon pain of High +Treason. This they very resolutely refused to do, and the +Duke not being able to make a better of it, retired to +Edinburgh to begin preparations.</p> + +<p>Mackintosh, however, having managed to send off two +letters to my Lord Mar, by the cunning expedient of +pretending to fire upon the boats that bore them, as though +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span> +he mistook them for the enemy, that nobleman ordered a +body of horse under command of my Lord of Drummond +to march from Perth upon Stirling, so as to draw, if possible, +the Duke of Argyle from pursuit of the Highlanders in the +Lothians. As the Master of Sinclair was one of that party, +we heard later of how the matter was carried out, how they +rode in heavy rain and bitter cold to Dunblane, did +nothing there, and marched back to Perth on hearing of +the arrival of Argyle at Stirling. I have no doubt, knowing +my lady’s brother so well, that he did his best to set them +right in no very agreeable way; howbeit I have heard since +then some trenchant remarks on the supine behaviour of +the Earl of Mar on this occasion, so I am aware that the +Master was not angry altogether without cause. A General +with more self-confidence, it was said, would have occupied +Stirling ere the Duke had time to reach it. As for +Mackintosh of Borlum, he entrenched himself first at +Seton House, where he remained some days; but shortly +afterwards, having received answers to his letters from my +Lord Mar, he pushed on towards Kelso, and later as you +know, crossed over into England. An incident took place +on his march south which, coming to the ears of my Lady +Erskine, greatly grieved her. This was the plundering of +Hermiston House, the seat of her uncle, Dr. Sinclair, who +had incurred the resentment of the Jacobite party very +early in the rising. The fierce old Brigadier would even +have set fire to the place, but being dissuaded from this +extreme measure by some of the gentler spirits, he gave +permission to the Highlanders to sack the house, who +readily plundered it of every valuable thing that could be +carried away. Such strange and vexatious doings take +place in a country when it is divided against itself.</p> + +<p>The events which I have mentioned took place rapidly +one after another, but did not in any way affect our lives at +Dysart, save that from early morn till late night we existed +in a turmoil of excitement, never knowing what should +transpire, and expecting all manner of wonderful things to +happen, from the arrival at our door of King James himself, +to the willing abdication of King George in London.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[141]</span></p> + +<p>One morning, however, a despatch was brought to my +lady, which proved to be from Sir John in Perth, in which +he recommended her to leave her father’s house and return +to Alva, where, he said, were many things requiring her +care. This my lady, at all times ready to obey her lord, +was very willing to do, and although it grieved us all to +leave our kind friends at Dysart, we knew that our visit, +already lengthy, could not last for ever. By order of the +Earl of Mar, as Sir John writ in his letter, an officer from +the garrison at Burntisland Castle, with a small company, +was to escort my lady’s carriage all the way to Alva, in +order to prevent, as he said, any surprise or discourtesy +from the Dragoons of Argyle who constantly patrolled the +roads; and although the precaution turned out to be wholly +unnecessary, my lady was flattered by the attention, and +pleased at the kindness of the thought.</p> + +<p>The officer told off for this honorary duty was, to my +great relief, our friend, Mr. Anthony Fleming.</p> + +<p>“What should I have felt,” I murmured to Betty, on his +arrival at the door of the Hermitage, “had it been Mr. +Wallace?”</p> + +<p>“Less confidence in the security of your journey than +you do now, I suppose,” was her shrewd reply. “But I am +grieved that our good friend should be soaked to the skin, +while the other is warm and dry in barracks.”</p> + +<p>The season had indeed set in very wet, and our chief +difficulty in returning to Alva lay in the badness of the +roads which made our progress extremely slow. The +rain poured down without ceasing, and several times +our heavy coach stuck fast in the clogging mud; and +our escort, instead of keeping the enemy at bay with +swords and pistols, were obliged to dismount, and by dint +of their united strength extricate us from the ruts. At such +times we inside the coach could hear Mr. Fleming’s firm, +pleasant voice as he directed and encouraged his men, and +once he rode up to the carriage window to apologise to +my lady for the delay.</p> + +<p>This civility struck her as so unnecessary that she +laughed very heartily as she replied, “Nay, my dear Mr. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[142]</span> +Fleming, I feel rather that it is my place to apologise to +you for obliging you to employ your soldiers in so trivial a +manner. Confess that you would rather they should encounter +half a hundred dragoons, and rout them at the point +of the sword!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, madam,” he answered, with his kind eyes smiling +at us both, “a soldier learns very early in his career to call +nothing in the way of duty <i>trivial</i>. The rain is unavoidable, +the roads are bad; let us trust the weather is too +inclement to allow of Argyle’s scouts delaying us any +further.”</p> + +<p>“That,” said my lady, as he turned away, “is a young +man who will go far, if God spares his life through these +turmoils. My lord speaks well of him, my dear husband +regards him with affection, and even my brother, the +Master, has nothing spiteful to say of him.”</p> + +<p>How my heart warmed at his praise perhaps it would be +foolish to mention, for, as you will see, the young gentleman +was at this time scarce even to be called an acquaintance. +But ’tis true that some are our friends from the first look and +word, and no thought but of kindness and sympathy ever +enters our minds concerning them. Because of his timely +help to me that morning in Burntisland, I looked upon Mr. +Fleming with a peculiar feeling of respect and gratitude, +with which was mingled an almost unconscious trust in his +goodness and truth. That our instincts in these matters +occasionally mislead us, many poor women have had bitter +proof, but to you who know what my life has been, I do +not require to say that in Barbara’s case no such mistake +was made.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Fleming,” said I, “is kinsman to the Earl of +Wigton, is he not, madam?”</p> + +<p>“Ay,” she answered, “he is, and but for an untoward +accident would one day be in the Earl’s place.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed, madam,” cried I, more for the pleasure of +hearing my friend spoke of, than from any great curiosity +about his family. “What accident was that, pray?”</p> + +<p>“’Tis a romantic tale,” said my lady, “and sorrowful +too, as romance is apt to be, but I will tell it you to beguile +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[143]</span> +the tedium of this weary road, seeing we cannot fall asleep +like Phemie and my little sons.” And she eyed the +sleeping children fondly.</p> + +<p>“You must know,” she went on, “that the present +Earl’s grandfather had seven sons, of whom five died unmarried. +William, the fifth son, succeeded his eldest +brother John, whose only child was a daughter, Lady Jean, +married to Lord Panmure. But the fourth brother, +Tom, who died nearly fifty years ago, left a son who +is the father of our friend here, Mr. Anthony. This Thomas, +I have heard my lord say, was one of those pleasing but +irresponsible persons who are said to be no one’s enemy +but their own. He was handsome, gay, and clever, but +selfish, thoughtless, and wanting in ballast. It seems he +made the acquaintance of a young lady, the daughter of +a respectable merchant in London, and either by false representations, +or specious promises, induced her to run away +with him, intending, as he solemnly averred afterwards, to +make her his lawful wife at his earliest convenience. He left +her after a few months in a small village in Hampshire, while +he returned to London, and entered again into all his +social pleasures; but letters passed constantly between +them, and the forsaken girl seems to have believed +thoroughly in his integrity, for she made no complaint to +her family, being satisfied to trust and be patient. At last, +however, she knew it would be fatal to delay further, and +for the sake of her unborn child she wrote to her lover +a passionate appeal desiring him to return at once and +right her in the eyes of the world. There must have been +something in this letter that touched the heart of Thomas +Fleming, for directly upon receipt of it, he set off post-haste +for Hampshire. But alas! within twenty miles of +London his chaise was overturned, and he himself so badly +injured that he was unable to pursue his journey. Being +carried into a friendly house upon the road, he learned +from the surgeon that he had not many hours to live. +His grief and sorrow were great, not so much, as he said, +for his own sake, though life was sweet to him, as for the +sake of the woman who had trusted him, and the child +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[144]</span> +that he would never see. Whatever there was of good +and noble in the poor man, came out in these last hours +of his life. He implored those round him to send swift +messengers first to his brother William, who fortunately +at that time was living in London, and also to the father +of the poor girl he had wronged. They obeyed the +summons without delay, and were lucky enough to reach +the house in time to hear his full confession, and to +promise their help and protection to her who was in the +sight of Heaven his wife. The poor father who was +bowed down with grief ever since the loss of his daughter, +was so touched with the genuine remorse and repentance +of the dying man that he accorded him his forgiveness +in a very Christian spirit, which allowed the other at least +to die in peace.”</p> + +<p>“And what of the poor lady?” I asked, much moved +by this tale of love and wrong. “Did she also forgive the +wretch?”</p> + +<p>“Alas! my dear, she loved him,” said my lady.</p> + +<p>“But one is almost thankful to know that she did not live +long to suffer the consequences of his perfidy. The shock of +his death was too much for her, and three days after the +birth of her little son she passed quietly away. She had +the comfort, however, of knowing that her child was safe +in the care of his grandfather and uncle. The old Earl +also, who was still alive, acknowledged the boy, and +sanctioned his bearing the name, though to be sure the +bar sinister prevents him ever inheriting the title. He +carries on the business of his maternal grandfather in +London, and is now a man of wealth and standing. He +married the only daughter of a Suffolk baronet—a beauty +and a fortune—and Anthony Fleming is their son.”</p> + +<p>The close of this interesting tale brought us to Tillicoultry, +the little village nearest to Alva on the eastern +side, and soon afterwards we found ourselves at home.</p> + +<p>We were received at the door by Mr. Peck, John Harley +and Mr. Rose, all very glad and thankful to see my lady +returned, for many untoward events were happening, and +they had been sore perplexed how to conduct themselves +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[145]</span> +in her absence. The country-side was in a sad state it +seemed, for the Government soldiers made free with the +property of the inhabitants, no matter on which side their +sympathies might be. Mr. Rose had already lost some +considerable quantity of fodder, as well as numerous hens +and ducks; also sheep and cattle not being safe in the +fields, he had been obliged to drive them all within the +enclosures near the house, and had men set to guard them +night and day.</p> + +<p>“And indeed, my lady,” said Mr. Peck, “the enemy +are so cautious and their plans so well-laid that the whole +neighbourhood can do little against them, for they place +their sentries so skilfully that not once have they been +discovered nor surprised in their depredations.”</p> + +<p>This was not a cheerful aspect of things to be presented +to us on our return home, and no doubt my lady’s heart +sank as she realized what was before her. It was not however +her way to sit down and bemoan her troubles, and she +busied herself in giving orders for the comfort of our +rain-drenched escort, who were to rest for some hours at +Alva before taking the road back to Burntisland. Indeed, +as the rain had somewhat abated and it promised to be a +clear moonlight night, Mr. Fleming remarked that, with +her ladyship’s permission, the later they were of starting +the better. With this my lady agreed, and on her telling +the young gentleman that she would be glad of his company +at supper, we dispersed to our various occupations and +duties.</p> + +<p>A little before the time for that meal, having arranged +the things in my chamber, and assisted Phemie in getting +the children’s affairs in order, I came downstairs and +entered the dining-hall, expecting to find my lady already +there. The table was set, but the room was lit only by +the flames from the coal-fire, which threw long shadows +across the wall and ceiling. On entering the room I +thought it had been empty, but as I turned to leave it, a tall +form rose from the seat at the corner of the hearth, and +Mr. Fleming’s voice spoke my name. I came forward +again slowly.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[146]</span></p> + +<p>“Will you not give me the pleasure of your company, +Mistress Barbara,” he said, “for the few minutes before +supper. Although this is the third time we have met, I do +not think you have ever done me the honour to address +me.”</p> + +<p>“Then, indeed, sir,” said I, forgetting my shyness, +“you may well wonder at my manners. But it has been +my great desire ever since our first troubled meeting, to +offer you my heartfelt thanks for your kind assistance that +morning.”</p> + +<p>He stood looking down at me very kindly, and yet his +face bore an expression which I did not understand.</p> + +<p>“Were it not that it gave me the pleasure of an introduction +to you, madam,” he said, “I could heartily wish +that you had never needed it.”</p> + +<p>“Truly,” said I, “’twas not a pleasant experience, but I +must own I brought it upon myself. ’Twas a madcap +adventure at best, and since we have known more fully the +risks we ran, both Mistress Betty and I have had the +grace to be ashamed of our temerity.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed, the risks were much greater than you thought,” +he answered gravely. “I can only be thankful that I +arrived upon the scene when I did.”</p> + +<p>“I had never in my life been really frightened before,” +said I, “but when I felt that man’s hot breath on my +cheek as he fell, clutching my plaid with his hands, I +thought I should have died of terror.”</p> + +<p>“Faugh!” exclaimed Mr. Fleming, “I cannot bear to +think of it!”</p> + +<p>“And when I lifted my eyes and saw you,” I continued, +but steps now sounded without, and a servant entered +the room, bearing candles which he placed upon the board. +I moved a little further from the fireplace, but Mr. Fleming +made a step forward and stopped me.</p> + +<p>“Yes,” he said eagerly, “when you saw me—what +then?”</p> + +<p>“I knew I need fear no longer,” said I simply.</p> + +<p>He took my hand and kissed it gravely.</p> + +<p>“That, madam, is a speech that any man may be proud +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[147]</span> +to hear from a woman. I thank you, and I shall never +forget it.”</p> + +<p>Among those bidden to supper by my lady on this first +night came Mr. James Hamilton, and as at this moment +he entered the room his eyes lighted immediately on me, +and he came smiling up to greet me.</p> + +<p>“Welcome back to Alva, Mistress Barbara Stewart!” he +cried, bowing before me. “The winter is approaching, ’tis +true, but you bring the light and warmth of summer in +your train.”</p> + +<p>Now a few months back this fulsome speech would +doubtless have pleased me well, and set me trying to answer +the gentleman in the same vein, but to-night it seemed +mere empty compliment—too blatant to be in good taste—and +it vexed me that Mr. Fleming, who was standing near, +should hear it. I tried to answer coldly, but Mr. Hamilton +was at once too good-humoured and too conceited to +believe himself snubbed; he therefore took my scorn for +coquetry, and redoubled his attentions. Mr. Fleming, after +waiting for some minutes, as if wishing to continue our +conversation, evidently considered himself dismissed and +strolled off to the other side of the room. As he was +placed on my lady’s right hand at supper, and I sat at the +other end of the table, I had no further opportunity of +speaking to him, and was obliged to conceal my chagrin as +best I might. Mr. Hamilton plied me with friendly +questions, to which I made random answers, and before the +end of the meal I fell so silent that my lady, believing me +worn out, withdrew as soon as possible, taking me with her +from the room. In the hall outside she kissed me kindly +and bade me go at once to bed.</p> + +<p>Half-an-hour later, while I still lingered over my disrobing, +I heard below the sounds of our escort departing. +Softly I opened my casement, and having extinguished the +taper, I leaned out. The moon was hidden and I could +see but little. I heard the trampling of the horses, the +gruff tones of the men, the jingling of the bridles, and an +occasional laugh. Next came the voice of Mr. Fleming +bidding my lady adieu, and his quick spurs ringing on +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[148]</span> +the stones of the court-yard. Then I heard the order to +mount, the heavy swing of the men into their saddles, the +horses’ hoofs striking the stones as the troop moved off into +the night. The moon sailed out from behind the clouds, +and just then their Captain turned and looked back at the +house. In an agony of startled modesty I shrank away +from the window, and crouched upon the floor until the +sound of their going had died away. As I knelt to say my +prayers, I remember wondering if I should ever see Mr. +Anthony Fleming again—I believe I prayed that God +would bless him whether I did or no.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[149]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVII"> + CHAPTER XVII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>SHOWS HOW WE ARE SWEPT INTO THE STREAM OF EVENTS</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>We had scarce been at home a day, when we seemed to +be drawn into the current that was setting towards active +warfare, whether we would or no.</p> + +<p>Not content with doing her best to guard her own +property, my Lady Erskine was diligent to lend what help +she could to our party in various ways. Having heard +from her brother at Perth of an expedition being sent, +under Major Graham, to levy a cess, as it was called, in +Dunfermline, which, being a Whiggish town, was not too +ready to pay taxes to King James, she sent out scouts from +among her trusted servants, who were to pick up information +in a private way, and had orders from her to act +according to what they heard. My Lady Alva being much +beloved by the country-folk, and on good terms with +all her neighbours, her people had little difficulty in +learning the doings of both parties, and acted with +no little discretion in several emergencies. On this +occasion the force from Perth made the mistake of taking +their way among the hills so as to avoid the direct road, +and in so doing passed “under the nose,” as the Master +put it, of the small garrison placed by the Duke of +Argyle in Castle Campbell above the little village of Dollar. +The reason of this detour we were never able to understand, +for, as a natural consequence, news of the expedition was +immediately sent to the Duke at Stirling, who ordered +Colonel Cathcart with a party of dragoons to start at once +for the threatened town. This coming to my lady’s ears, +she despatched a trusty servant on a fleet horse to warn +Major Graham of the movements of the enemy; and we +all awaited his return with some anxiety, which greatly +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[150]</span> +increased when three days had passed and the worthy man +had not returned home. My lady was making up her +mind to send a second messenger after the first, when early +in the morning of the fourth day, poor Andrew arrived at +the house, hungry and cold and much crest-fallen. Upon +my lady bidding him into her presence, and asking the +reason of his tardy return, he told a tale which caused +his mistress much chagrin, and covered the narrator +himself with confusion.</p> + +<p>Colonel Cathcart, it seems, had reached the town before +him, but not caring to enter it until the middle of the +night, he with his dragoons lay without the walls in the +dark, sending spies hither and thither to bring him word +as to how things were within. Into this watchful company +poor Andrew, all unwittingly, fell; and while they did not +ill-treat him they took from him his horse, and by dint of +threats compelled him to act as guide to those who would +enter the town. This they did about two o’clock in the +morning, and as it seems the gentlemen were all abed, +and the watch very carelessly kept, the enemy were among +them before they were aware. Some few were killed, and +Colonel Cathcart took eighteen gentlemen prisoners. He +did not wait to follow up his success, but the result was +the same as if he had done so, for the startled invaders +waited not to reason or to fight, but fled from the place +on horse or on foot until all were escaped in various +directions. Our poor Andrew was carried back to Stirling +by the dragoons, kept in durance for two nights and a day, +and on disclosing his name and occupation was liberated +early on the second morning and bidden to make his way +home.</p> + +<p>I think I have never seen my lady so angry as she +became upon the recital of this shameful tale. The carelessness +and indifference of the King’s officers, sent upon +so important a mission, appeared to her criminal in a high +degree. Such waste of life and loss of property, where a +little foresight and military precision would have saved all, +rankled in her mind and set her brain and heart on fire. +But angry as she was, it did not prevent her making the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[151]</span> +attempt to save another party sent on a like errand, under +Lord George Murray, a week or two later, and this time +her interference was crowned with success. Our good +Andrew was again her emissary; and he not only +succeeded in reaching the town in time to warn Lord +George of the approach of the dragoons, but made the +attempt by his own observation to further benefit our +party a little. He returned to Alva without delay, and in +high disgust informed his mistress that his entry into +Dunfermline had been all too easy, for not a single sentry +was set, and no opposition was made, nor question put +to the visitor. My lady shared the good man’s righteous +indignation.</p> + +<p>“Are they <i>all</i> fools in my Lord Mar’s army?” she +exclaimed in great vexation. “Sure, never was so much +negligence shown, or such ignorance allowed to flourish. +I heartily wish we might take an example by the enemy, +who, as you know, place sentries in all the passages of the +hills within two miles of this house, when taking away my +corn and straw. This news of their carelessness shall +reach the Earl’s ears before many hours are over, for I +shall write a letter to my brother this very day, with the +request to have it shown at headquarters.”</p> + +<p>Which she accordingly did, and sent it to the Master +by a sure hand; but whether it produced the effect she +desired, we had no opportunity of judging.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>One afternoon in the beginning of November, having +returned from walking abroad with Phemie and the little +boys who were anxious to visit their favourite haunts +before the winter set in, I found my dear Lady Erskine +seated in her own room with a letter in her lap and the +traces of tears upon her face. I ran to her, eager to know +the reason of her grief, but she would not suffer me to +condole with her.</p> + +<p>“Indeed, I am but a foolish woman, my dear,” she +said with a smile, though her voice quivered, “and not +fit to be the wife of an officer immersed in affairs. Here +is Sir John sent off to France at very short notice, and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[152]</span> +Heaven knows when we shall see him again! I ought to +feel glad and proud that he is trusted with business of so +great moment; but I must own the thought of being +without him for so many weeks is very bitter to me.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, and to me too, madam!” I cried foolishly. “The +house is not the same without him. Pray, cousin, is this +important business a secret, or may I know what it is?”</p> + +<p>“’Tis not to be talked of to all and sundry,” my lady +replied, “but you may see here what he says for your +own satisfaction,” and she gave me the letter, pointing to +these words which Sir John had written. “<i>Having orders +from Mar to presse the King’s coming, and the sending +over officers, arms and ammunition, and in particular to +inform Earl Bolingbroke how much all these are wanted.</i>”</p> + +<p>“An onerous task truly,” sighed my lady, “and I pray +God he may succeed; and above all that he may be kept +from harm, and brought safe back to us who love him.”</p> + +<p>“Amen!” cried I fervently, greatly impressed by the +importance of Sir John’s mission, and realising full well my +lady’s sorrow at being thus parted from her husband.</p> + +<p>“I think the heaviest end of my burden,” said she, +“lies in the fact that under the circumstances his letters to +me may be long delayed, and mine may never reach him. +You see here he was despatched upon the 28th October, +and ’tis now the 6th day of November, yet this letter has +never left Britain. Situated as we are, Sir John being an +agent in the Jacobite interests, he cannot trust his papers +and despatches to the common post nor, can I address +letters openly to him, who has reason for keeping his +movements private. This, Barbara, I foresee, will constitute +one of my worst troubles in the coming time. It is no +little relief for one so indeterminate as myself to be able to +pour out my difficulties on paper to him who is my best +friend, and to be certain of receiving sympathy and counsel +and safe advice in return.”</p> + +<p>“Sir John does not say when he will return, madam?” +I asked.</p> + +<p>“Alas! child, he probably knows as little about that as +we do. My only comfort is, that for the moment he is out +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[153]</span> +of danger, should the Earl of Mar decide to give battle as +my brother in his last epistle gives a hint of.”</p> + +<p>“He talked of the Earl coming south did he not?”</p> + +<p>“Ay, he intends to cross over the Forth above Stirling +into the Lowlands, and so march into England to join the +friends there. My brother, to be sure, sees a hundred +difficulties and dangers, the chief being the impossibility of +making use of the fords in face of the enemy, for the Duke +of Argyle has them very well guarded, and as we heard +yesterday has cut the bridge of Doune which is the only +way to reach them; how it will end, I know not. The +country is already bare and destitute, and the poor folk +reduced almost to beggary. They tremble at the rumours +of a horde of wild Highlandmen being let loose upon them, +for brave and loyal as the clansmen are, Barbara, they are +a rough and undisciplined set, and were it for nothing else +but to satisfy their hunger they must needs make raids +upon many of the peaceful farms and cottages.”</p> + +<p>“Truly,” said I soberly, “civil war is a grievous thing, +and the working out of King James’s Restoration is not quite +the exciting romance I foolishly pictured it.”</p> + +<p>“They are to march from Perth by Dunning, +Auchterarder and Dunblane,” said my lady, “so that we +are luckily not in the direct route. But with several +thousand horse and foot sweeping along in one direction, +many will spread out over the hills and may even be +diverted into this road to reach the south, should their +passage of the Fords of Forth prove impossible. We can +but take all precautions for the safety of the stockin’, and +be you very careful, child, to keep close to the house these +days lest any harm befall you.”</p> + +<p>Not the least of the troubles for the country folk at this +time was the wintry weather which now began, for a frost +so severe and so continuous set in, that their privations +were greatly increased. On the night of the tenth there +was a slight sprinkling of snow, which was only the forerunner +of the heavy storms that all that winter continued +to fall. Aunt Betty Erskine, who was with us, suffered +much from the cold, which with the sad state of matters in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span> +the country afforded her ample grounds for grumbling and discontent; +but my lady bore it all with exemplary patience, +her mind in truth being fully occupied with other matters.</p> + +<p>We were living in a state of expectation, not unmixed +with dread, for no one knew what might take place next.</p> + +<p>My Lord Mar and his army could not, we judged, +remain much longer inactive at Perth. Indeed there were +already impatient voices heard condemning him for the lack +of energy, or the excess of caution, which kept him from +coming to issues with the Duke of Argyle. The latter nobleman +was lodged in his own house at Stirling (the Earl of +Stirling’s mansion, as it was still called, tho’ it had now +belonged to the Argyle family for about fifty years) at the +head of the Castle Wynd, and his forces lay in the King’s +Park. His design was to prevent the Insurgents getting +besouth Forth, and being a good General he kept himself +well informed by his spies and scouts of all the +movements going on at Perth.</p> + +<p>I need not tell you now, who are by no means ignorant +of the history of your country, that the remembrance of +those November days and all that occurred in them is +fraught with humiliation to me. The Battle of Sheriffmuir +has long ago become a word of scorn in the ears of Whig +and Jacobite alike. The tears caused by its tragedy (for +no battle is wanting in that element) were scarcely dried, +ere the humour of it struck the common people, who, +whatever our English friends may say (and I have often +heard the Scots accused of melancholy and gloom) are not +slow to perceive the comic side of a thing. It became the +subject of much ribald rhyme, and the great men engaged +on either side were not spared by the rhymsters. But +without stopping to give you my comments on this unlucky +affair, I will try to tell you what happened in our own small +sphere, in which I well remember we experienced as much +excitement, terror, anxiety and amazement, as if we had +been witnesses of the entire drama.</p> + +<p>On Saturday afternoon, the 12th day of November, one +of my lady’s messengers, who were posted secretly among +the hills and on the roads, came in hot haste to say that a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[155]</span> +mighty host, horse and foot, was on the road between +Auchterarder and Dunblane. Scarcely had we realised +the significance of these tidings, when another arrived with +the news that the Duke of Argyle had marched out from +Stirling about noon, and was also approaching Dunblane +from the other side. What consternation ensued among us! +Were they each aware, we wondered, of the other’s +proximity, or would they fall upon each other without +warning? My lady, whose faith in my Lord Mar’s skill as +a General was not so great as she could have wished, felt +tolerably certain that the meeting, if it occurred, would +come as a surprise to their side at least. She therefore sent +off a trusty man, a shepherd, swift of foot and well +acquainted with the hills, to find her brother who was with +the Earl, and deliver him a letter in which she gave him as +much information as possible of Argyle’s movements. This +the shepherd, Allan Maclean, had orders to deliver to the +Master of Sinclair only if he found the army dangerously +near Dunblane and all unwarned. The messenger +despatched, my lady set us all to work, preparing food, +baking bread, brewing cordials, looking out old garments, +and in every way she could think of making ready for +emergencies should a battle be fought in our neighbourhood.</p> + +<p>It was quite dark and about nine of the clock when +Allan returned, not having reached Lord Mar’s army. He +had been told by several of the country folk upon the roads +that my Lady Kippendavie had already sent to warn them +early in the afternoon, and the leaders had decided to +bivouack for the night in a hollow place near the little +village of Kinbuck. Here, as we were told afterwards by the +Master, eight thousand men were packed into so small a +space, that “it could not,” he wrote, “be properly said they +had a front or a rear, more than it can be said of a barrel of +herrings.” By the kindness of Providence it did not occur +to my Lord of Argyle to plan an attack that night, otherwise, +as our informant told us, the entire force might have +been slaughtered almost before they could defend themselves. +The horses were picketted in the small kailyards +of two farm-houses, while the officers found quarters where +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[156]</span> +they could in house or barn. It was a bitter cold night, +the frost being very hard, and many a time I waked to +think of the poor men of both armies shivering under the +stars. But such privations were common, I knew, in time +of war, and worse would surely follow.</p> + +<p>The next day being Sunday, we rose with mingled +feelings, not knowing what the day might bring forth. +Very early came a lad with a message for my lady from +the minister, to say that, “There wad be nae Sabbath the +day.” This meant, as you know, that the church was not +open, and that no services were held either at Alva or in +any of the neighbouring parishes, the people all being gone +out to <i>see the battle</i>. To my lady, ever of a serious and +pious nature, this proceeding did not commend itself.</p> + +<p>“For where,” she asked, “was it more fitting we should +spend our time, or carry our burdens on such a day, than +into the House of God?”</p> + +<p>But as the ministers were gone after their flocks, no bells +were rung and the church doors remained closed.</p> + +<p>As the hours wore on, we heard from time to time items +of news which gave us some idea of the proceedings taking +place within a few miles of the house. A spur of the +Ochils, as you will remember, lies between Alva and +Dunblane, but by climbing the hills a good view could be +had of all the country round. On a clear winter day, such +as this was, one could see for many miles, and it was plain +to our watchers that about noon the two armies had met +on the rising ground of Sheriffmuir and that the fighting +had begun. The noise of the cannon and fusils was +plain to be heard in the frosty air, and sent panic into +our hearts, for we were new to the idea of war; and now +that the worst had come, I, for one, was no more anxious +for the destruction of the Government troops than of those +on our own side. Oh, indeed I fear that little of the world’s +fighting would have been done had it been left to the +women to decide, and yet I know not in truth if they could +have devised any better method for settling many difficulties.</p> + +<p>With my lady’s leave, I climbed the hill in company with +Mr. Rose, the grieve, and sat there during the short +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[157]</span> +afternoon, my eyes fixed upon the distant scene in a strange +turmoil of hope and fear. Little could I see save the +smoke of the guns, and masses of men moving or running +among the undulating hills, in what seemed a very aimless +way. But the noise of the firing, the clash of steel, the +wild hoarse cries of the Highlanders as they rushed on their +foes, made strange clamour in the peaceful upper air of +that un-Sabbathlike Sunday afternoon. It would require +the pen of a person skilled in warfare to explain the +movements of both armies from so great a distance, for to +me it was mostly confusion, and I scarce knew what I +expected to see when I begged to be allowed to climb the +hill. Perhaps I imagined a mighty host from the north +rushing furiously upon the Government troops, so that in +the course of an hour or so they should be completely +annihilated, or only a remnant left to cry quarter, as the +Earl of Mar pushed triumphant on to Stirling Castle. If +so, I was mightily disappointed, for as dusk fell it seemed +that the fighting ceased; both parties appeared to stand +at gaze, motionless themselves, but watching for the +movements of the other. Then Argyle’s men were seen +to draw off along the road to Dunblane, and the Earl of +Mar’s army marched slowly away northwards towards Ardoch.</p> + +<p>“Is it finished?” I cried to Mr. Rose, rising to my feet. +“Is this all? Which side has won? Will they fight again +to-morrow?”</p> + +<p>For so quickly had the end come, that I was plunged in +amazement and perplexity, and could scarce realise that I +had been witness of a genuine battle.</p> + +<p>The grieve shook his head doubtfully.</p> + +<p>“Deed, missy, I couldna say,” he answered. “But it’s +time ye were back in the hoose wi’ my lady, I’m thinkin’.”</p> + +<p>And stiff with the cold, and burdened with a dull +weight of apprehension which I did not understand, I made +my way down the hill which was now shrouded in darkness.</p> + +<p>I found the house in the deepest gloom, for to my +surprise not a lantern or taper had been lit, and as I +mounted the stairs I heard the sound of loud weeping +coming from one of the rooms of which the door was open. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[158]</span> +I entered quickly and a curious scene met my eyes. My +lady was seated upon a couch, little Hal whimpering on her +knees, while Charles leant against her side and gazed +fearfully up in her face. Phemie stood silent and grim +beside her, while all the other women of the house, some +in attitudes of despair upon the floor, some supporting each +other in their arms, were sobbing and wailing as if the last +day had come. My lady’s face was a study, so white, so +set, so stern, and with eyes fixed in a stare so fateful, that +for a moment my heart was in my mouth, as the saying is, +and I imagined nothing less than that the awful tidings of +the death of Sir John had reached her. At the thought +I rushed into the room, crying out,</p> + +<p>“For Heaven’s sake, madam, what is amiss? Pray, +Phemie, bid those women hold their peace, and tell me +what has happened. Is it Sir John? Why looks my lady so?”</p> + +<p>While Phemie tried to quiet the maids, my lady turned +to answer me, and the effort seemed to break the frozen +spell that held her, for the tears welled up in her eyes and +rolled down her face.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Barbara, did you not see—have you not heard? +The battle is over and Argyle hath vanquished Mar, whose +army is broken and fleeing to the hills. The Cause is lost, +my girl, and we are undone. The kindest thing to do now +is to stop the King from coming over, and did I but know +where to address Sir John, I would send a despatch to +France this very night.”</p> + +<p>Utterly bewildered I tried to put into sane words what +I had just witnessed from the hill, but as I spoke I felt that +I was not convincing my audience.</p> + +<p>“A battle there was surely, madam,” I said, “but indeed +there was no rout of my Lord Mar’s army. It drew off when +the dusk fell as orderly as the other, and if I am not mistaken +they have but retired for the night to fight again to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>Even while they looked at me, trying to take in my +words of hope, a clamour arose in the courtyard, and a +great voice shouted, “Hurrah!” I flew to the window, and +opening it wide, leaned out. A group of men holding +torches were round the door, and among them I could see +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[159]</span> +the shepherd, Allan Maclean, who appeared to have but +just arrived among them.</p> + +<p>“What news?” I cried. “What news, men? Is it Allan +Maclean that has brought them?”</p> + +<p>The men looked up, and seeing that my lady had joined +me, surrounded by the agitated women, they tossed their +bonnets into the air, shouting,</p> + +<p>“Victory, my leddy, victory for my Lord Mar! A gran’ +fecht, and Argyle’s beaten! Lang live King Jamie, and +doun wi’ German Geordie.”</p> + +<p>Now on hearing these cries, my lady turned and caught +my hand, and we looked in each other’s faces, perplexed; +and there was something so whimsical in the occurrence +(also the relief of the reaction was so great), that we both +burst out laughing, and stood there swaying to and fro till we +became exhausted with our mirth and were obliged to stop.</p> + +<p>“Sure,” said my dear lady, wiping her eyes, “this is the +strangest battle that ever was fought, where both sides +claim the victory, and neither has suffered defeat. For +the Stirling folk, we are told, are rejoicing over their success +as heartily as Allan Maclean, and have already spread +abroad about the town that my Lord Mar’s forces are +utterly broken.”</p> + +<p>“That,” cried I, “I am convinced they are not; but +how far the rest is true or untrue I fear we must wait till +the morrow to learn. Oh, madam, ’tis pity that the field +lies so far from us—there must be many wounded and +dying. To think of them lying out in this bitter cold +nigh breaks my heart. Pray God none of your own +people are among them!”</p> + +<p>“Alas!” she sighed, “if all is not well with them, they +are either dead or taken prisoners. But I would fain +succour the others, even as you would, Barbara, were we +not too distant here. To-morrow we must see what can +be done. Ah, my dear, how could we laugh so heartily +just now, when some of our kindest neighbours and friends +may be lying stark and stiff on Sheriffmuir?”</p> + +<p>And I hope you will not despise us when you hear that +upon that we both sat down and wept.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[160]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"> + CHAPTER XVIII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>TELLS OF A DARK HOUR—AND OF A GREAT AWAKENING</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>Tidings we had upon the morrow in plenty, but no great +certainty, for Rumour, many-mouthed, roamed the country-side, +and each mouth had a different tale to tell. One +thing was sure—<i>part</i> of each army had vanquished <i>part</i> of +the other; that is to say, Mar’s left wing was put to flight +by Argyle’s right, while his centre column had routed +Argyle’s left. That it was a well ordered battle no man on +either side dare affirm, and the confusion, the bad discipline, +and the lack of strategic skill on the part of the insurgents, +prevented the Earl of Mar, whose numbers were by far the +larger, from recording a complete victory over the Government +troops. Had he even returned to give battle on the +morrow all might have been well; but owing partly to the +desertion of many of the Highlanders from his ranks, partly +to the lack of victuals, and a little, I fear, to dissensions +among his chief officers, he remained inactive, and gradually +drew off towards Perth, claiming the victory on his part, +and leaving Argyle to proclaim it on his own.</p> + +<p>In the meantime, on this dark Monday, we heard heavy +enough tidings from time to time. Some were said to be +dead who were only taken prisoners, and others were +thought safe whose corpses were found upon the field. +Upwards of eighty officers and gentlemen were lodged as +prisoners in Stirling Castle, while many also on the other +side were carried off to Perth. We heard in the course of +the day with real sorrow, of the death of the gallant young +Earl of Strathmore, and of the brave Chief of Clanranald; +and how, sore wounded, that fine old hero, my Lord +Panmure, was a prisoner. Many other ill tidings came to +us, for, as you know, we had friends on both sides in the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[161]</span> +battle; and all day long the house was besieged by people +of the poorer sort, with some tale to tell of death or disaster, +of loss by battle, or by the thieving soldiers, making requests +for meal or meat, clothing or money, or merely to pour into +my Lady Alva’s ears some incident of harrowing importance.</p> + +<p>Soon after the noon-day dinner, little Charles called me +to see a troop of some five hundred horse which were +passing the house, going in the direction of Dunblane; and +my lady desiring to know who they were, went cautiously to +the gate, accompanied by her son and myself, and looked +at the officers who passed to see if she might find any +friends among them. Several went by without her recognising +them, but at last came one who was well-known to +her, namely, my Lord George Murray, who upon seeing +my lady, saluted and came forward to speak with her. +From him we learned that he, with the Laird of Inveruitie, +had received orders to march from Burntisland with their +battalions to join the Earl of Mar between Auchterarder +and Stirling. They had come with what speed they could, +but owing, I believe, to some delay in the message being +delivered, they were arriving, as my lady told them, “a day +behind the Fair.” Lord George questioned us eagerly +upon what had taken place, and hoped that yesterday’s +battle might only be the first of the campaign. He would +not stop for refreshment, even though the servants were +now appearing with jugs of small beer and bottles of claret, +but must press on, as he said, in order to reach headquarters, +wherever these might be, before the dusk fell. +As my lady drew back she asked a question which I had so +longed to put myself, that when the words fell from her lips +I was startled by the quick throb of my heart.</p> + +<p>“Pray, is our friend, Captain Anthony Fleming, in your +company?” she said. “We should like to salute him +kindly.”</p> + +<p>Lord George was already riding off, and looked back to +answer her.</p> + +<p>“Fleming? Anthony Fleming?” he called out. “No, +madam, he left Burntisland on a special mission to my +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[162]</span> +Lord Mar a week since, and is in all probability over there +now with the army. Adieu.”</p> + +<p>And the heavy horses went thudding and pounding past +us, and for no reason at all my heart sank low, and the +blood ebbed in my cheeks.</p> + +<p>“Poor Anthony!” murmured my lady, as we turned +away, “God grant he has come safe out of it!”</p> + +<p>I could neither answer nor look at her, for all at once it +seemed to me I saw my friend lying wounded, or perhaps +dead, out there on the frozen morass. So clearly I +pictured his face turned up to the sky, his kind eyes closed +to all earthly light for ever, his strong arm lifeless by his +side, that it seemed to me like a prophetic vision, or like +the strange knowledge of current events, which the Highlanders +call “second sight.” I shivered with a sort of fear, +and having entered the house crept away upstairs to the +nursery, where little Hal was playing, and my good Phemie +sat placidly spinning, as if no such things as battles had +ever been heard of. I sat myself down on the floor beside +her, as I was used to do as a bairn, and leaned my head +against her while I listened to the drowsy humming of the +wheel. She stopped for a moment to lay her kind hand +upon my hair.</p> + +<p>“What ails my lamb the day?” she said, tenderly, and +at the touch and tone, so truly motherly, the tears rose in +my eyes and dropped down into my lap. Harry, who had +stopped playing, came running up, and putting his soft arms +round my neck, bade me “not to greet.”</p> + +<p>“She’s sorry about the battle, Phemie,” said the dear +little fellow, “and the poor shotted soldiers and the hurt +horse and all. How glad I am that my papa is not in +Scotland—he would have been in the fight, and perhaps +have got shotted too.”</p> + +<p>The baby speech, and the loving clasp of the little arms, +comforted me strangely, and when a few minutes later I +heard my lady’s voice calling me, I ran downstairs quite +cheerful again, and asked what I could do for her. She +stood in the hall with a basket in her hand, and Charles +beside her wrapped in his winter cloak.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[163]</span></p> + +<p>“I have heard but now, Barbara,” said she, “that Alison +Macdonald, the herd’s wife, is sick and in need of some +comforts. She is alone in bed in the hut, but the key is +hid in the thatch (you are tall and can reach it). So many +are coming and going that I cannot spare one of the +servants to send to her, yet I cannot let the poor woman +starve, for her husband, you know, went to Dunfermline on +an errand this morning, and cannot be back till late. I +fear the snow will shortly be coming down heavily, so, +although I scarce like to ask you to go a yard from the +house to-day, if you keep to the road till you come to the +glen, I do not think any one will molest you. ’Twill not +take more than half-an-hour, going and returning, and my +brave little Charles will be your protector.”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes, Cousin Barbara,” cried the child smiling, +“I will not let anyone touch you, and I am to carry the +can of broth.”</p> + +<p>The herd’s bothie stood about half-way up a small glen +that lay parallel with and next to the Silver Glen. The +stream which ran through it was a mere trickle, except +when a great rain flooded the hills, and the trees and shrubs +were mostly stunted and of little beauty. I left the house +with few misgivings for the road was quiet, and if there +were any fugitives hiding from the soldiers of Argyle they +would, we knew, keep to the hills and not frequent the +highways.</p> + +<p>We met no soul on our short journey, and found the +poor woman, as my lady had said, alone in the hut and +very thankful to see us. I did what I could for her comfort: +built up the fire of coal and peat till it glowed cheerfully +upon the hearth, gave her some of the broth, and +under her directions placed the other things within her +reach. Then promising that someone should come to her +in the evening, in case her husband might be detained, +we left her much cheered, and locking the door again, +departed.</p> + +<p>It was now about four of the clock, and evening was +approaching. In the glen it was darker because of the +close growing trees, and we were obliged to walk carefully +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[164]</span> +for the path was steep and narrow. A slight snow had +fallen, and the frost held the ground like iron. Among +the grasses at the edge of the burn were fringes of ice, +though the running water itself was not yet frozen. A chill +wind had sprung up and was moaning among the almost +leafless trees.</p> + +<p>Suddenly little Charles, whose hand I held, stopped +short, and shrinking nearer to me pointed, and whispered,</p> + +<p>“What is that, cousin?” I looked, and my heart stood +still, for lying on the snowy ground a little way from the +path, and half hidden by a low-growing bush, was the body +of a man. My first impulse was to run, as far and as fast +as possible from the dreaded object; but my second, I am +glad to say, conquered my first, and bidding Charles stay +where he was, I stepped over the frozen grass, and bending +down, examined the recumbent figure. He was lying on +his back, with his face upon his arm as if he slept, but it +was turned towards me, and with a sharp cry I sprang back. +Charles, in whom curiosity was ever greater than fear, ran +to my side and seized my hand.</p> + +<p>“Is he dead, cousin? Is it a soldier? Oh, Heavens! +’tis Captain Anthony,” and without a pause the boy dropped +on his knees and shook the shoulder nearest him with both +hands.</p> + +<p>“Charles, Charles!” I cried, “stop for pity’s sake! +Perhaps the poor man is dead. Oh, what shall we do if he +is?”</p> + +<p>“He is not dead, cousin,” cried Charles. “He lives, I +am sure of it. See, his chest moves as he breathes. But +he is very cold, and oh look! there is blood upon his coat.”</p> + +<p>Half sick with terror I looked where he pointed. The +officer had been wounded on the shoulder, and his sleeve +being saturated with blood had frozen as stiff as a board. +I touched his face, it was cold and very white, but sure +enough I could see the feeble rise and fall of his chest, and +I knew that Charles was right. A moment’s reflection +showed me what I must do.</p> + +<p>“Would you be afraid, dear Cha, to run to the house +alone,” I said, “and tell them to bring men to carry Mr. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[165]</span> +Fleming down. They must bring a board of some kind for +he is badly wounded. Go straight to my lady and tell her +the poor gentleman is unconscious—<i>unconscious</i>, Charles, +will you remember that word? Say that Barbara is +watching beside him; she will know what to order. Can +you do this, my dear?”</p> + +<p>The little lad looked up in my face, then down the +lonely path that was quickly growing darker, then at the +wounded soldier in the grass.</p> + +<p>“Ay, Cousin Barbara, I can. Am I not your protector?” +he said.</p> + +<p>“You are!” I cried, as I kissed him, “my brave protector +and kind helper. And remember, dearest Cha, you are +going to save Captain Anthony’s life.”</p> + +<p>With that he darted off, and left me alone in the +darkling glen with my wounded friend and my anxious +thoughts. I chafed his lifeless hands to bring some warmth +to them, but with little result. I tried to raise his head, +and succeeded in moving it a little and straightening out +his unwounded arm; but the pallor of his face alarmed me +much, for I knew not how long he had been lying there, +nor how far his strength had ebbed. Oh, for a fire, for a +surgeon, for brandy!</p> + +<p>At that thought I rose to my feet, and unwinding the +plaid from my head and shoulders, I folded it over the +unconscious man, and, regaining the path, began running up +the glen as fast as the steepness and slipperiness of the way +permitted. For among the comforts sent to Alison +Macdonald, I had seen a little flask of the French brandy +which my lady kept to dole out as medicine, and some of +that brandy I was bound to have. I startled the poor +woman half out of her wits by my abrupt entrance, but a +few hurried words explained the matter, and she earnestly +besought me to take the flask with me as the poor soldier +needed it more than she. This I refused to do, but, +pouring about half the contents into a cup, I locked the +door once more, and for the fourth time retraced the +narrow path.</p> + +<p>It was some time before I succeeded in forcing a little +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[166]</span> +of the spirit between the poor pale lips, but in spite of the +trembling of my hands (caused as much by nervousness as +by the cold), I persevered, and was at last made happy by +the knowledge that some had been swallowed. Anxiously +I continued my ministrations, too much occupied with my +task to have room for thought, and at last to my intense +joy the eyes opened, and the lips seemed to form some +inaudible words. Had he recognised me I wondered, did +he know who was so eagerly tending him, would mine be +the first name he uttered on regaining consciousness? +Again I held the cup to his lips, and this time he drank +more freely. As the life-giving cordial went down he +stirred a little, and opening his eyes again vaguely, he +murmured, “Mistress Betty Sinclair.”</p> + +<p>Now at this date it is easy to smile at the shock of +dismay these words caused me, but at the time I remember +very well ’twas no matter for smiling. It struck me with a +kind of sad irony, that I had looked upon this gentleman +as my peculiar property. I had found him in dire straits, +I had ministered to him with my own hands, I had +perhaps brought him back to life, and for what? To hear +him, with his first conscious thought, call for Betty +Sinclair! I sat by his head on the chilly ground, too +numb to feel the cold. I still chafed his hands, and +offered him brandy, but it was done <i>with a difference</i>. +The warm feeling of motherly protection, which moves a +maid towards the man who attracts her, had fled. I would +nurse him and watch him, and save him if I could, but it +was to be for another, and as I thought thereon, I wept.</p> + +<p>Ah, foolish Barbara! thus to torture herself because of +three little words. Where was her reason gone, her +modesty, her pride? For full five minutes, I verily +believe, they had fled from the stronghold of her mind, +and during that period she abandoned herself to cold +despair and helpless, gnawing jealousy.</p> + +<p>The sound of steps and voices in the distance brought +me to myself. I wiped the tears from my face, and +redoubled my efforts with so much success that by the +time the men approached, Captain Fleming was well +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[167]</span> +enough to notice them, though of me he did not seem to +be aware. Mr. Rose, and John Harley, Allan the shepherd, +and Thomas, one of the stablemen, bearing a stretcher +between them, came hurriedly up the glen, and with kind +haste and skilful hands lifted the wounded man upon it. +Mr. Rose carried a warm cloak which had been given him +by my lady for the soldier’s use, but on catching sight of +Barbara shivering in her house-dress he wrapped it round +her shoulders, leaving her plaid where she had placed it.</p> + +<p>Just as they were starting Captain Fleming made an +effort to speak, and Mr. Rose bent down to listen.</p> + +<p>“Whaur are we takin’ ye, sir? Just to Alva Hoose, +whaur my leddy waits tae pit ye tae bed. You bide quiet, +Mr. Fleming, ye’re in guid hands, and will be well cared +for.”</p> + +<p>With a sigh of satisfaction the sick man closed his eyes, +but as I walked soberly in the rear of the procession I was +not able to see his face.</p> + +<p>My lady was too anxious as to the state of her unbidden +guest to do more than lay her hand on my shoulder with a, +“Well done, Barbara!” that warmed my heart. But +upstairs in the nursery, to which I was at once dragged by +Charles, we were regarded as hero and heroine by Phemie +and little Hal. There I was treated to all sorts of petting +and cossetting, to words of praise and wonder, to hot spiced +wine, and a warm bath for my feet. So that, ere ten +minutes had passed, I had well nigh forgotten my lonely +vigil in the glen, and was ready to laugh at Harry’s wee +face as he listened excitedly to his brother’s chatter. He +told us of his quick run home, and how frighted he was at +the dark; and how he had taken the grunting of a pig for +a Highlander calling him, and had raced all the faster past +the stye; and how Devon, the watch-dog, had seemed to +know his step, for he stopped barking and crawled back +into his kennel, and let my brave protector run straight in +at the door.</p> + +<p>“And what did you do when I left you, Cousin +Barbara?” he cried. “Were you terrible frighted without +me?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[168]</span></p> + +<p>Whereupon I had to add my chapter to the tale, and +relate my adventures with the brandy, receiving great credit +from Phemie for my thoughtfulness, as I had probably, she +said, saved the poor gentleman’s life.</p> + +<p>“And did he not open his eyes and see you?” asked +Hal, “and say, ‘Fank you, Mistress Barbara?’”</p> + +<p>“Indeed he did not, Harold Beaux-yeux!” said I. +“Poor Barbara was not even noticed.”</p> + +<p>“But did he say nuffin at all?” persisted the child.</p> + +<p>I rose up laughing, for the foolish mood had passed, +and lifted the boy in my arms.</p> + +<p>“Oh, yes, he did,” I cried. “He asked for your Aunt +Betty Sinclair.”</p> + +<p>“Eh!” said Phemie grimly, “another of ’em!”</p> + +<p>And though this mysterious utterance pricked my heart, +I laughed again, and joined in a game of romps with the +children.</p> + +<p>But half an hour afterwards I stood outside a closed +door, with my head against the panel, listening hungrily for +a sound from within. The stillness terrified me, for I +thought he must be dead. I longed to lift the latch and +go in, but modesty and fear forbade me. How long I stood +there I know not, but footsteps behind me in the passage +made me turn my head, to see my lady approaching with +a cup in her hand. She had not, as I was glad to know, +perceived my attitude, and took it for granted that I had +but just come. She signed to me to open the door, and +we entered the room together. By the light of a dimly +burning taper I caught sight of the form upon the bed. +His head was bandaged, for there was a scalp wound +under the hair which had started bleeding, and this made +the pallor of his face more ghastly; his eyes were closed. +I stole into the shadow of the curtain, and watched my +lady as she bent over the bed and raised him on her arm +to hold the cup of broth to his lips. He was not asleep, +and thanked her gratefully as he drank it.</p> + +<p>“Are you in pain?” she asked, gently.</p> + +<p>“It will pass,” he answered in a weak voice, but cheerily. +“’Twas worse upon the hillside.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[169]</span></p> + +<p>“Mr. Peck, who is a clever surgeon, says you must not +talk,” said my lady; “but if you have anything upon your +mind, he thinks it will ease you to tell me if you are able.”</p> + +<p>His next words startled me, prepared as I was.</p> + +<p>“Is your sister Mistress Betty Sinclair, in the house with +you, madam?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“Nay,” said my lady, “she is still at Dysart. Have you +aught you wish me to tell her?”</p> + +<p>“’Twas your brother, the Master,” went on Mr. Fleming, +“that told me she was here. He writ her a letter after the +battle, a few lines only, thinking she and you, madam, +would be anxious to know of his safety. When he found +me wounded, he very kindly said that if I could find my +way here I should be well cared for, and could join the +army again in a few days when a little recovered from my +wound. He gave me the letter, telling me to deliver it to +Mistress Sinclair if she were here, or to you, madam, if she +were not. He directed me how to come in order to avoid +the enemy, but a small body of dragoons espied and chased +me, and though I escaped them by great good luck, my +horse was caught by a stray bullet, and shortly after the +poor beast stumbled and fell, to rise no more. I came +on foot, but missed my way in the dark and wandered far, +and I know not how many hours I had been on the hillside +when your searchers found me. The letter, madam, is in +the inner pocket of my tunic, and that is all my task accomplished, +save to offer my heartfelt apologies for giving +you so much trouble.”</p> + +<p>Now this lengthy speech was faltered out, sentence by +sentence, as the poor man’s strength allowed, but my lady +waited patiently, believing rightly that when the tale was +told his mind would be more at ease. Upon its conclusion +she assured him that his apologies were unnecessary +at such a time, and at his request she found the letter he +had suffered so much in bringing.</p> + +<p>As for me, only one thing at that moment seemed important—the +strange exclamation in the glen was accounted +for. He had been bidden to find Betty Sinclair, and +naturally her name came first to his lips. How simple it +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[170]</span> +was! Already my heart felt lighter, and as my lady moved +to the door after bidding her patient try to sleep, I slipped +from the shadow of the curtain and passed close to the +bed. For one moment I paused and looked down upon +him, and our eyes met. Oh! the glad light that sprang +into his as he recognised me.</p> + +<p>“Barbara!” he whispered, and that was all; but the +word was so fraught with tender gladness that my heart +vibrated like a harp-string touched to music, and I could +scarce restrain my tears. I held out my hand impulsively, +and for a lingering moment our fingers touched. What +magic lay in that brief handclasp not even the wisest of the +ancients, I believe, could explain, but in the twinkling of +an eyelid it changed my life for me. With a smile and +a backward glance I passed on, and an instant later I was +standing outside the door, a heedless girl no longer, but a +glad, startled, loving, anxious woman.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[171]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIX"> + CHAPTER XIX + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>SHOWS HOW THE CAUSE SUFFERS MANY REVERSES</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>My dear Lady Erskine was so wrapt in the perusal of her +brother’s letter that she neither noticed my delay in +quitting the bedroom, nor my agitation when I joined her. +For a moment it seemed to me that the overwhelming +emotion I had experienced must have left its mark upon +my face, that my eyes would betray it, and my lips tremble +forth their confession, without her saying one word. But +the next instant it came to me, as a woman, that the sweet +and agitating secret was not mine own, that indeed ’twas +so vague and impalpable I scarce had the right to regard +its existence, and with the marvellous self-control that +comes to our sex in such crises, I closed the door behind +me and slowly followed my lady to her room.</p> + +<p>The letter from the Master told us little that we had not +already heard, except that it gave us the names of many +friends who were taken prisoners to Stirling. Lord +Strathallan among others, and his brother, Mr. Thomas +Drummond, Colonel Walkinshaw, the Laird of Barafield, +and Mr. Murray, younger, of Auchtertyre. He found +time to lament in touching words the sad death of young +Lord Strathmore, than whom a truer gentleman, or a braver +soldier, never bore a sword. I give his words as he wrote +them—</p> + +<p>“On our left the brave young Strathmore was killed. I +can’t help wishing he had kept his promise to me to +honour me with being under my command, and joyning +my squadron. When he found all turning their backs, +he seized the Colours, and persuaded fourteen, or some +such number, to stand by him for some time, which +drew upon him the enemie’s fire by which he was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[172]</span> +wounded; and going off was taken and murdered by a +dragoon—a mill-stone crushing a brilliant. He was the +young man of all I ever saw who approached the nearest to +perfection, and had a just contempt of all the little lyes and +selfish tricks so necessary to some and so common among us.”</p> + +<p>He told us also that Mr. Irvine of Drum, “a young +gentleman of good hopes, was ill wounded.” On the other +side, my Lord Islay, the Duke’s brother, was sore hurt; and +the Earl of Forfar was so badly wounded, that although he was +taken prisoner by Mar, they could not carry him to Perth, +but sent him back to Stirling, where alas! he died next day.</p> + +<p>The Master we learned in a later letter (and I beg you +will forgive me if I confuse the information got at different +times), toiled and moiled for hours with the cannon, +wishing rather to bury them than to leave them a gift to the +enemy; but eventually he was obliged to abandon most of +them on the highroad to Ardoch, though some he did get +to Perth. He lost his way in the darkness, and rode about +the moor half the night, being indebted at last to the +kindness of a gentleman, met by accident, who carried him +to Urchell where he had a few hours’ sleep.</p> + +<p>Lord Panmure, of whose staunch courage I can never +say enough, was, as I told you, taken prisoner, but being +grievously wounded, was left in the hut of some peasants, +where the good souls tended him kindly. He was but +slightly guarded, and was soon rescued by his brother, Mr. +Harry Maule, and taken to a safe place till he was a little +recovered, when he rejoined the army at Perth.</p> + +<p>Indeed and indeed we had grounds enough for mourning, +for not only were we grieved by all this loss and suffering, +but our hearts were heavy because we knew not if the +sacrifice was to bring its own reward; in other words, we +had begun to fear that success was not to crown our efforts.</p> + +<p>“It is not, Barbara,” said my lady to me, “that I think +the Cause unworthy, but it may be that God in His infinite +wisdom has ordained that it shall not prosper.”</p> + +<p>And in how many minds this bitter doubt was growing +up it would be difficult to tell, for except in the privacy of +our own closets, no loyal tongue would give it voice.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[173]</span></p> + +<p>But all this time my lady had no word from Sir John, +and this, as you may imagine, did not ease her burden. +Our patient, too, was causing her great anxiety, and for +many days had been so ill that, by Mr. Peck’s orders, no +one but himself and one of the women appointed as nurse, +was allowed to enter his chamber.</p> + +<p>The secretary went about with a troubled face, and for a +little time we feared the worst.</p> + +<p>What this meant to me I cannot tell you; but in those +days I first learned the meaning of patience, not the meek +and lifeless resignation of the placid mind, but the +discipline of soul which forces an outward quiet, while the +spirit within consumes itself in an agony of waiting. Ah! +how many times in her life has Barbara had to endure the +same fear, anxiety, and helpless longing; but at that time +her heart was fierce and wild, and her nature all unused +to pain. I had grasped my inheritance of happiness, +only to have it wrenched from my hand. I had stood and +gazed into Heaven, and the door had been shut in my +face. What wonder that I struggled with indignation and +surprise against this blow of Fate, and that many secret +tears bedewed my pillow?</p> + +<p>It was a merciful relief to find very soon my hands and +thoughts so occupied that my private troubles must be +pushed and hidden out of sight. You must not imagine +that Mr. Fleming was our only patient, for in all the great +houses round the scene of the battle, kind hearts were +moved to set up hospitals for the wounded, and you will +readily believe that Alva was not behind the rest in this +work of mercy. The men were mostly of the rank and +file, for the officers were made prisoners; and though on +both sides there was much leniency and courtesy shown, +it was not to be expected in a conflict of this sort that +gentlemen of influence could be trusted in the houses of +their friends and sympathisers. A few of the worst cases +Lady Erskine caused to be brought into the house, but for +the most part the men were provided with accommodation in +the barns and out-houses; and being sturdy fellows, not +used to lying soft, nor to delicate fare, they very quickly +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[174]</span> +responded to the kindness of their rescuers, and were +speedily healed of their wounds. One or two died, to our +great sorrow, especially when, as in the case of two of the +Highlanders, who had no English and could not make +known to us more than their names, we were unable to +learn their wishes or bear any message to their friends.</p> + +<p>I must not forget to tell you that outside our little world +affairs had not been prospering. You will remember that +after the battle the Earl of Mar drew off slowly to Perth, +resting his exhausted army by the way, and taking three +or four days to perform the journey. But, ere they reached +the town, tidings were brought to the Earl of Seaforth that +Inverness had fallen to my Lord the Earl of Sutherland, +and he with General Gordon hurried north to prevent the +victorious Earl from coming south to threaten Perth. Another +bitter disappointment followed, for on Saturday the +19th day of November, my Lord Mar, having reached the +town, received there a despatch from Brigadier Mackintosh +at Preston in Lancashire, stating how they had taken that +town, and hoped on the morrow to march to Manchester. +The Earl of Mar gave orders for what proved to be premature +rejoicings, for he set the bells a-ringing; and next day, +being Sunday, was made the occasion of a public thanksgiving. +But alas! in the midst of their jubilation another +messenger arrived from the same quarter with very sorry +tidings to tell, namely: the surrender of Preston to General +Wills, and the complete collapse of the rising in the north +of England. Many of our bravest and most important +leaders were thus taken prisoners and carried to London, +among them the brave old Mackintosh, Lords Kenmure +and Nithsdale, Lord Nairn and the Earl of Wintoun, also +of Englishmen, the young and popular Earl of Derwentwater, +my Lord Widdington, and Mr. Thomas Forster, a +gentleman of Northumberland. I leave you to imagine +the effect of this dismal news upon the already disaffected +army at Perth. It did not take long for the tidings to +spread, though to us it was first conveyed in a letter from +the Master of Sinclair to his sister. Following hard upon +this disaster came rumours of the approach of English +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[175]</span> +regiments from across the border, and of the arrival of the +Dutch troops on our shores, and although these last did +not come upon us for some weeks yet, the fear of their +invasion filled our hearts with terror.</p> + +<p>In the midst of all this woe and trouble I can still recall +two happy events which, oddly enough, fell upon the same +day, the 5th of December, being just three weeks after +the Battle of Sheriffmuir. Very early in the morning, my +lady, coming to the door to give some order, descried in +the wan light the figure of a man hurrying along the +broad walk which gave upon the highroad. He was +dressed in the rough garb of a common sailor, but his +face when he came nearer was clean and intelligent, and +he doffed his hat with a certain courtesy of manner not +quite in keeping with the dress.</p> + +<p>My lady eyed him keenly, and demanded what she +could do for him. He replied by taking a packet from +his breast and holding it out before her eyes, but he did +not utter a word. It was a letter addressed to herself, and +in her husband’s writing. Most gladly did she seize +it from him, asking eagerly how he had come by it, and +a dozen other questions in a breath; but the man merely +smiled and bowed, making signs as though he were dumb. +Whether this was so or not, we were never able to discover, +but all the time he was at Alva (and you may be sure he +was well-fed and well-paid ere he left), he never spoke, +nor made the least attempt at communicating with any. +He departed as silently and mysteriously as he came, and +we never, to my knowledge, heard of him again.</p> + +<p>Howbeit he had brought light and gladness into my +lady’s heart and relief to the whole household, so that we +were better attuned for the hearing of further good news +in the assurance of Mr. Peck that Captain Fleming was +now convalescent, and might receive visits from the inmates +of the house. My lady, it is true, had seen him once or +twice during the past week; but now she called me, and +bidding me take Charles as companion, sent me into the +sick-room with a cup of coffee for the invalid.</p> + +<p>Now you must know that ever since we had been +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[176]</span> +escorted home by Mr. Fleming and his troopers, our little +lads had talked incessantly of “Captain Anthony”—how +brave he was, how tall; what a great horse he rode, +and how kind he looked when he smiled. Since +our adventure in the glen, Charles had enacted the +interesting scene many times in his play, he, himself, being +the wounded soldier, and little Hal taking now the part +of Cha, running breathless down the dark road, now of +Barbara, ministering to the unconscious man alone. It +was with feelings, therefore, of great and awe-struck delight +that the boy put his hand in mine as I stood before the +door of the bed-room, and at my bidding knocked. Upon +our entering, I was relieved to find the gentleman up and +sitting in a chair by the hearth. His face was pale and +thin, for the fever had been high; but his eyes were clear +and bright, and he held out his hand with a smile.</p> + +<p>“Forgive me, Mistress Barbara,” he cried, “that I +cannot rise to greet you; and accept my best thanks for +the kindness of your visit.”</p> + +<p>Charles walked up to him and shook him gravely by +the hand.</p> + +<p>“I am pleased to see you, sir,” he said in his old-fashioned +way, “and Cousin Barbara and I are very glad +that we found you in the glen.”</p> + +<p>“Hush, Charles!” cried I. “Remember your mama said +you were not to talk too much.”</p> + +<p>“This is not ‘too much,’ Barbe,” returned the boy, +“and you know we <i>are</i> glad!”</p> + +<p>“Pardon me, madam,” said Mr. Fleming, when he had, +at my bidding, drunk the coffee. “It will amuse me +greatly and do me no harm if you permit your little cousin +to explain himself. I imagined that I was found by some +of my Lady Erskine’s men, sent out to look for stragglers +in the hills.”</p> + +<p>I could only smile and give my permission, begging him +at the same time to make all allowances for the childish +narrator. I seated myself a little way off, and hoped that +the child would say nothing I should regret; but at +the same time I was not averse to the idea that my +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[177]</span> +friend should know to whom, in all probability, he owed +his life.</p> + +<p>“You see, sir,” said Charles, standing by the chair, +and putting his little hand on Mr. Fleming’s knee, “my +mama had sent my Cousin Barbara with some comforts +to a poor woman in the glen, and I was sent with her +as her protector. There was nothing, truly, to protect her +from, but there might have been, you know! And I was +of some use too—of a great deal of use, wasn’t I, Barbe? +For ’twas I that saw you first, sir, under the bush.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, indeed,” I said, “your sharp little eyes +descried Mr. Fleming before mine did.”</p> + +<p>“Then Cousin Barbe went and looked at you, and at first +she thought you were dead, but I knew you weren’t for I +saw you breathing. And then she said would I be +frighted to run back to the house alone for help, and I +said ‘no;’ but I was, you know, a good deal frighted—’specially +when the pig grunted, and I thought ’twas a +Highlander after me! But I runned very fast, and got to +the house all safe.”</p> + +<p>He stopped for breath, and his listener patted him on the +head.</p> + +<p>“Bravo, little comrade! That is the true courage, to +be a good deal frighted but still to go on. And what of +Mistress Barbara left alone?”</p> + +<p>“Oh,” said Charles, “I think Barbara was frighted +too, for you wouldn’t wake up; and it was very cold and +dark, and she took off her plaid and put it over you, and ran +all the way back to the hut for brandy, and made you, <i>made</i> +you take some, and rubbed your hands, and—”</p> + +<p>“Come, that will do, my lad!” I exclaimed, my cheeks +very hot, my heart beating quick, for my friend had turned +to look at me, and there was that in his eyes which I found +it not easy to meet.</p> + +<p>“Nay!” cried Charles, carried away by his own tale, “I +have but one thing more to say. Do you know, Captain +Anthony, she did all that, and you never—even—said +‘Thank you!’”</p> + +<p>At that we both laughed heartily till the boy, not +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[178]</span> +comprehending, began to look uncomfortable, and Mr. Fleming, +taking his hand, said seriously.</p> + +<p>“You must forgive me, Charles, as I can only hope your +cousin does. But to make up for my rudeness, I mean to +go on thanking her all my life—if she will let me!”</p> + +<p>The last words were uttered in a lower tone, and his eyes +were again fixed on my face. Charles ran off to the +window, some noise outside attracting him, and I took the +opportunity to say as carelessly as I might,</p> + +<p>“You make too much, sir, of a trivial kindness, which +any woman would have performed for a wounded man.”</p> + +<p>“No doubt, madam,” he answered gravely, leaning +forward in his chair, “but that cannot lessen my gratitude, +for my life is incomparably sweet and precious to me now. +You gave it back to me, and were it not too early in our +acquaintance, I would say I herewith offer it to you—nay, +listen, madam! Ever since that first morning when I saw +you, with your sweet face pale with terror, and your eyes +appealing to any chivalry that was left in man, my one +thought, outside my duty as a soldier, has been to be +worthy to care for and protect you all through life, so that +if my faithful love could shield you, you should never +suffer fear or pain again.”</p> + +<p>I made no answer and my eyes were hid. “This, I +know, is not the time to talk of such things,” he went on, +“neither do I expect a prize so exquisite to fall into my +hand at the first touch. Grant me but time, madam, to +prove my honesty in the words of the motto of our house, +‘<i>Let deed show</i>,’ and if Heaven be so kind as to preserve +me in future dangers, give me leave to come to you again.”</p> + +<p>Did ever maid listen to such perfect wooing! Ah! +Barbara, happy Barbara, did not that hour atone for all +your pain? Even as I write, an old and faded woman, my +heart gives a throb of bliss when I think of it. How good +God is, how tender and loving, when He grants us, all +undeserving as we are, our heart’s desire!</p> + +<p>I said not a word in answer, but rose and went to him +and gave him both my hands. As he seized them and +pressed them to his lips, a footstep sounded in the passage, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[179]</span> +and the next moment Mr. Peck entered, telling us in his +kindly nervous way that he thought his patient would be +the better of a rest.</p> + +<p>“Ah! Mr. Peck,” cried my dear Anthony gaily, “their +visit has done me more good than all your medicines, +though but for your kind and constant care, good friend, I +should never have been able to profit by it.”</p> + +<p>Charles now came forward and looked at him inquisitively.</p> + +<p>“Are you going to be well very soon, Captain Anthony?” +he said.</p> + +<p>“I hope so, little comrade,” was the reply. “You know +there is much work to be done still for the King.”</p> + +<p>“Ay,” said Charles, “but I shall be sorry when you go +away. My papa, Sir John, says in his letter that the King +is coming to Scotland in a few days.”</p> + +<p>“God grant he be not too late!” groaned Mr. Peck, but +we did not heed him, and taking a kindly leave of our +friend we left the room.</p> + +<p>Four days later, my lady had the pleasure of another +letter from Sir John, and wrote to him the following in reply. +And here I may say that the fears she had expressed to me +about their correspondence were justified, for this tender +but cautious epistle missed Sir John at this time, and lay +for two months at St. Germains, where he found it on the +15th of February on his second visit to France.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER III</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p> + “<span class="smcap">My Dearest Life</span>, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>I received yours of the 20th and +another of the 29th of Nov., which were both most acceptable, +but they had both been long by the way, for it was the 5 of +Dec. before I received the first. You are much mistaken in +thinking I was displeas’d with you for leaveing this country. +I doe assure you I thought it a lucky providence, and, tho +I was in fear from not hearing from you, yett it was easy to +bear in comparison of what terror I must have had if you +had been in the danger some other of our freinds have been +in. I suppose you know all our difficultys from better hands +long ere now, and by that you may guess the torment and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[180]</span> +fear and terrible horror I must be in for you and many others. +If I had known your adress I had writ to you three weeks +ago and beg’d of you to stay where you was till you saw how +things would be. I writ to your Brother in hopes he would +learn itt from some att Edinr., but he told me he could not, +and you was soon expected, and I was so far from wishing +you soon back, I was afraid to hear of your return. I pray +God send a happy end to all, for I am just where I was and +my hops are still very faint, that person you mention in +yours not being come yett. Your children are very well, and +all your other friends. I doe not wish to hear you are +returned, but when you doe, pray God you may be saffe, +which is the earnest wish of her who is intirely</p> + +<p class='right pr2'> + Yours. +</p> + +<p class='no-indent'>Dec. 10.</p> + +<p>I am better than could be expected, all things considered. +If you can have any reasonable pretence to stay, doe not +come by any means. Mr. Peck gives you his most humble +service, so does Aunt B. and I.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[181]</span></p> +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XX"> + CHAPTER XX + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>MR. FLEMING RIDES AWAY FROM ALVA. THE KING LANDS, + AND SIR JOHN RETURNS TO SCOTLAND NOT QUITE + IN THE MANNER HE INTENDED</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>On the evening of the day upon which we had visited +Captain Anthony, Mr. Peck, with an anxious face, sought +my Lady Erskine (but this unknown to me), and told her +that he was troubled about his patient as the fever was +again high, and perceiving, as he thought, that there was +something on his mind to disturb him, his kind attendant +had offered to bring my lady to him in order that he +might confide in her.</p> + +<p>Going at once to his chamber, my lady begged to +know if she could help him, upon which Mr. Fleming, +as he told me after, with many misgivings and humble +requests for forgiveness, made confession of what had +passed between us that afternoon.</p> + +<p>He told her how from the first hour he saw Barbara +Stewart her image had remained in his mind, although +he had never dreamed of betraying his feelings thus early +in their friendship. But gladdened by her dear presence, +touched and surprised on learning of all she had done for +him in the glen, perhaps a little weakened by his illness, +he had allowed himself to speak.</p> + +<p>“Scarcely had she left the room, madam,” he said, +“when my heart misgave me sorely, for it seemed to me +I had abused your hospitality, and taken advantage of +Mistress Barbara’s innocence and youth; but I fear I repent +too late. Tell me if in any way I can repair my indiscretion.”</p> + +<p>My lady sat silent some time and then asked, “And +what said Barbara?”</p> + +<p>“Madam,” he cried earnestly, “she said not a word. +But she put her little soft hands in mine, and looked at +me out of her dark eyes with a look so deep and tender +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[182]</span> +that for some moments I lost myself in the bliss of it, and +forgot that she remained silent.”</p> + +<p>My lady sighed and smiled together.</p> + +<p>“Ah, dear heart!” she cried, “how well I remember!” +And although he knew not what she meant, I know she +was thinking of her own young days and the moment +when Sir John first told her that he loved her.</p> + +<p>After a little she went on.</p> + +<p>“I am grieved that this should have happened at such +a time. In a few days at most you must leave us, and +what is before you, who can tell? My mind misgives me +when I try to read the future, for after all, Mr. Fleming, +wounds and death are not the only evils we have to fear. +Barbara is so young—if you could have waited a while. +However, there is no sense in crying over spilt milk, as +the saying is, and what is done is done. Can I trust +you, sir, to leave it where it is? I love the child as +dearly as if she were my own sister,” (so my dear lady +was kind enough to say) “and you may trust me to be +tender with her; but it is not fitting there should be any +formal contract between you. There is much to be +considered, and the times are uncertain. You will not, +therefore, see Mistress Stewart again except in my presence, +but you take with you my fervent wishes for your health +and happiness and a glad return.”</p> + +<p>Whatever Mr. Fleming’s desires might have been, he +was forced to acknowledge my lady’s authority and bow +to her decision in the matter. Nay, he could not but +approve of the wisdom of her words, and the kindness of +her interest in the motherless girl he loved. So, greatly +comforted, and relieved of the burden of guilt that had +oppressed him, he fell into a sound sleep, and awaked +upon the morrow much refreshed and strengthened.</p> + +<p>To me, still lost in the wonder of my golden dream, +and feeling strangely detached from the things of earth, +my lady’s words were few. She touched lightly upon her +knowledge of the position, and bade me not fear to confide +in her, either now or at a future time, for, whatever +happened, her love and sympathy were with me.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[183]</span></p> + +<p>“But,” she added, “you are scarce more than a child, +Barbara, and know not your powers and capacity. You +may be greatly taken with our friend, to whom I am also +much attracted; but time alone will prove the strength +of your attachment, and I will not have you tied and +bound by the whim of a passing mood, engendered +by the most romantic circumstances, to what you might +regret for your whole life.”</p> + +<p>With that she kissed me and sent me about some +household task; but during the next few days I saw little +of Captain Anthony, and that only with others in the room.</p> + +<p>By the end of the week he pronounced himself fit for +travel, and late one evening he presented himself before +us, booted and spurred and ready for the road. The +children, who had grown to love their hero dearly, were +much distressed to lose him, and little Hal broke down +and cried, clinging to his hand on one side and to mine on +the other. My lady, with kindly tact, busied herself at the +far end of the room, and but for the child we were alone.</p> + +<p>“A token, Mistress Barbara,” whispered my lover imploringly. +“Give me something of your own to keep by +me—not as a remembrance, for that I shall not need, but +as a pledge that you will be glad to see me returned.”</p> + +<p>I tore a knot of red ribbon from my dress and pressed it +into his hand, which closed upon mine as he took it. The +tears were very near my eyes, and I longed to shed them +openly like little Harry. But time pressed, and my lady +came forward to bid our guest farewell.</p> + +<p>“God keep you, my beloved!” he murmured.</p> + +<p>“And keep you too—for me!” I whispered back with +trembling lips; and any woman who has seen the man she +loved ride out to war, will understand what my thoughts +were as I said it.</p> + +<p>A few minutes later we were all assembled at the door. +Charles stood outside in the frosty night, holding the +stirrup, and struggling manfully with his grief which he +judged it childish to show. Mr. Peck was giving a last +look to the horse, which a few days back he had purchased +for the traveller. My lady handed him a packet to bear to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[184]</span> +her brother, the Master, and pressed him again and again +to be careful of his health. I stood with little Hal in my +arms, and watched the scene as in a dream. Allan, the +shepherd, who was to run by his side and show him the +short cuts through the hills, now came forward, saying that +it was time to start; and the next thing I remember is the +sight of Captain Anthony in the saddle, his hat in his hand, +a smile on his face, and a look in his eyes that I never +forgot. A moment after he rode out of the court-yard, and +the darkness swallowed him up.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>I take blame to myself that I have writ so much about +my private affairs, which cannot be of the same interest to +you as to myself, but you must of your kindness forgive me, +for it would truly have been impossible for me to tell the +story of that sorrowful winter, without some particulars of +this portion of my own history.</p> + +<p>After our guest’s departure the days grew darker and +darker, for the tidings that came to us seemed to crush our +hopes rather than raise them up. My lady wrote to Betty, +bidding her come if possible to Alva to spend Christmas +with us, but she sent back word that she was occupied at +the sick-bed of her young friend, David, eldest son to their +neighbour, the Earl of Wemyss, for the hapless youth was +ill of a fever, and his father was absent in London. A few +days later came the news of the young gentleman’s death, +over which my lady grieved with heart-felt sorrow, for, from +a charming child, he had grown into a bright and promising +lad, and his early death at the age of sixteen was deplored +by all who knew him.</p> + +<p>Very ill news came also from Perth, and no comfort was +to be had from France. The big men in the Earl of Mar’s +army were so busy quarrelling among themselves, that they +seemed to have lost sight altogether of the Cause that had +brought them together; and not the least of the trouble, to +my lady’s mind, lay in the fact that the Master of Sinclair +was at the head and front of the dissensions. Indeed she +was sick at heart when she heard of her brother’s conduct, +for you may be sure that rumour did not fail to make the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[185]</span> +worst of it. It has always seemed to me that the Master, +a man of strong character, and doubtless with an attractiveness +of his own, might have influenced his friends to better +issues, but instead of attempting the rôle of peace-maker, +he did everything in his power to stir up strife. So many +of the Fife gentlemen joined him, among them Sir James +Kinloch, Sir Robert Gordon, Major Balfour, Mr. Ogilvie, +and Mr. Smith of Methven, that they formed themselves +into what was called the “Grumbling Club,” of which the +Master of Sinclair was President. Their business was to +find fault with everything that was done by my Lord Mar, +to discourage the troops, to foretell disaster, and even +privately, it was said, to open negotiations with the Duke +of Argyle, with a view to capitulation. This last failed, for +the letter written by the Master to the Duke was intercepted +and brought to the Earl of Mar—an incident which, you +may be sure, did not increase the love and confidence +between these two. But later on, when the grumbling and +the clamour grew louder, they went to their leader, and +boldly demanded that he should carry out their design. +This my lord, having news of the King’s coming, refused to do, +and bade the grumblers have patience among themselves for +a little longer. Indeed, I believe the poor gentleman was +at his wit’s end what to do, not having the strength or +capacity necessary to control his turbulent company.</p> + +<p>So ill did the Master behave that my Lord Sinclair, his +father, having wind of the matter, writ him a very sharp +letter, chiding him for his conduct and demanding an +explanation; and when his son departed from Perth, in +answer to this summons, ’tis said the grumbling ceased, +but immediately upon his return it broke out again worse +than ever. It appears that when at home he took solemn +leave of his friends, making no secret of the fact that he +expected nothing but defeat, and had no expectation of +returning in triumph to Dysart.</p> + +<p>The Marquis of Huntly, who had never been very eager +for the Cause, was “led by the nose” by this singular man, +and seemed only too ready to enter into all his schemes. +And although the Master told us proudly that Dr. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[186]</span> +Abercrombie, who had just returned from France, had +brought him a personal message from the Queen, in which +she thanked him for his services in seizing the ship at +Burntisland, and promised that when she and her family +could, she would not forget to show him favour, his heart +remained untouched, and he made up his mind, coldly and +deliberately, to desert the Cause. Granted that he believed +it hopeless, that he disapproved the methods of his +superiors, that he had come to the conclusion that the +whole affair was a sad mistake, still his behaviour could +not but alienate all loyal and honest men.</p> + +<p>The Duke of Argyle in the meantime, though the state +of the roads kept him inactive at Stirling, for there was a +prodigious deal of snow on the ground, did not altogether +neglect his opportunities; for to our great distress we +learned that he had bombarded and occupied Burntisland, +and some of the Dutch troops having arrived he very soon +had all the seaports of Fife in his hands. As most of the +coal-pits lie in that district this was a serious loss, and +added to the hardships of an already rigorous winter. The +foreign soldiers over-ran the place, and food grew scarcer +and dearer. Further north it was even worse; in the +counties of Perth and Inverness, it was said, where the +frost had stopped the working of the mills, there was +scarcely a grain of meal to be had.</p> + +<p>In the midst of all this misery it is not to be supposed +that we could eat our Christmas Goose with merry hearts, +but sometime in the beginning of January a packet +arrived for my lady, which in spite of everything could not +fail to cheer us. It had been brought to Leith by ship, and +sent forward by a safe hand, so that it had not been long +delayed upon the road. It was a letter from her husband +telling her that the King had sailed for Scotland at last.</p> + +<p>There had been many difficulties and hindrances placed +in his way both by friends and enemies, the former being +fearful for his safety, the latter desiring to intercept him. +But after much delay, and being exposed to many hardships, +he being obliged to travel the open roads on horse-back, and +even to disguise himself in some of the towns, his Majesty +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[187]</span> +embarked at Dunkirk in a small ship with a few attendants, +and must by this time, Sir John opined, have landed in +Scotland. For himself he was waiting at Calais, detained by +stress of weather, and by fear of the English men-of-war, which +filled the channel. He had, he said, on board, much precious +material, including “two valuable young men,” and he +designed to land upon the east coast somewhat north of the +Forth to avoid the risk of cruisers in the Firth. He prayed +my lady, if she could by any means find it convenient, to +meet him at Dysart, where he said, it would be easier for him +to come than to Alva, and she would be well advised to leave +home immediately upon receiving his letter, as he hoped his +arrival should not be much behind it.</p> + +<p>He went on to say that the winter, which he heard was +severe in Scotland, was equally so on the Continent. In +country places in France and in the north of Spain, the +wolves and bears, made bold by hunger, were prowling round +the villages and towns, and some of the poor peasants had +died of starvation, being unable to come through the snow +to the market-towns for food. He ended by saluting his +household kindly each by name, and sending merry +messages to his little sons.</p> + +<p>Now all again was bustle and excitement in the house, +for waiting and uncertainty are the hardest things on earth +to bear, and the hopeful tone of Sir John’s letter, as well as +the good news it contained, seemed to put a different +complexion on our affairs. Now it was possible to hold +up our heads, to look forward, to plan, to be joyful, and as, +for my lady, any disaster were easier to bear than separation +from her husband, she made ready with all haste to +go to her father’s house as he had ordered. It was not so +pleasant to me to be left behind with Aunt Betty and the +children, but as my lady made no proposal of carrying me +with her, I must needs make the best of the situation. I +begged of her to be very prompt and regular in writing to +inform us of anything that took place, and promising on +my part to keep her informed of all that happened with us, +we bade her adieu, and watched her depart, accompanied by +the faithful Andrew, with very mingled feelings.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">[188]</span></p> + +<p>Before we had any news from Dysart, however, we heard +through another source some very dismal tidings, which +threw Aunt Betty into a state of great affliction, and +brought my own spirits pretty low. Sir John, we heard, had +indeed arrived on Scottish shores, but in a most untoward +manner, for his ship had been wrecked not far from +Dundee, and all the treasure and arms he was bringing +were lost in the sea. Further, the messenger was not +certain whether Sir John and his crew were alive or dead, +and the consternation into which we were thrown for some +hours was very great. Next day, however, came letters from +my lady which went far to mitigate our grief. Sir John and +all his companions were safe, and though much of the +ammunition had been destroyed, for the ship was broke to +pieces, the gold which he was bringing was safe. It was +still in the hulk which lay on the sandbank where she +stranded, and they had great hopes, if they could avoid the +vigilance of the enemy, of getting all off.</p> + +<p>Sir John’s fellow-travellers, the “two valuable young +men” he had mentioned, turned out to be the Marquis of +Tynemouth (or Tinmouth), son to the Duke of Berwick, +and therefore nephew to the King, and my Lord Talbot, +an Irish peer. “The former,” wrote my lady, “is said by +Sir John to be a very worthy young gentleman, and will +recommend himself to all persons of merit.” As for +herself, she was so thankful to Providence for preserving +her husband’s life, that she had scarce time to mourn over +his disaster, which nevertheless was a serious one. She +told us that the King had arrived at Peterhead some weeks +back, but promised to gather all news of the proceedings +in the north from Sir John, and bring it home to Alva, +whither she designed returning as soon after meeting with +her husband as possible. Betty, she told us, had been +very dumpish and melancholy all winter, being in great +trouble and anxiety about the King’s affairs, and much +exercised over the behaviour of her brother. She was now +more cheerful, however, and would accompany her sister to +Alva on her return, which she did some days later, when we +welcomed them both, you may be sure, with great delight.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">[189]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXI"> + CHAPTER XXI + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>TELLS OF THE COMING OF THE KING TO PERTH, AND + WHAT ENSUED THEREAFTER</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>It will be well for me now to give you shortly some account +of the proceedings at Perth, which I learned from Mr. +Fleming’s own lips some time after, though it would, I +know, be easy for you to gather the facts from the history-books +written about that period. And because I fear I am +becoming tedious in my narrative, I will pass over many +details and give you the bare outline of what took place, +in order to carry on the story of my dear friends at Alva +in a way that you will understand.</p> + +<p>When Captain Anthony Fleming, upon his return to +Perth, sought out the Master of Sinclair in order to deliver +to him my lady’s letter, and give him news of the family, +he found to his dismay that he was gone. Seaforth, as we +know, had hurried north after Sheriffmuir, and, as was the +custom of the Highlanders after a battle, many of them +had returned home. Now my Lord of Huntly was gone to +save his estates from the Earl of Sutherland, and to get +back the town of Inverness, so it was said; but we know +that nobleman had decided to play his cards another way, +for he made a truce with my Lord Sutherland, and later +sent in his submission to Argyle, asking for pardon or +protection from the Government. The Master of Sinclair, +shortly after he left, had followed him, saying as his excuse +that “having given so much umbrage to certain people in +Perth, he could be of no more use to the Cause, which +now was not only desperate, but sunk.” And so he +deserted the foundering ship, thinking most of his own +danger and the necessity of saving his precious skin. Mr. +Fleming, like all other loyal gentlemen, had his own +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">[190]</span> +opinion of such conduct, but though bitterly disappointed +in the man who had ever been friendly to him, and to +whom he felt he owed so much, he refrained from +commenting upon it till long years after.</p> + +<p>In the midst of so much that was discouraging, an +express one day arrived with the joyful news that the King +was at hand, for a ship had appeared in the offing about +the Height of Montrose, which had made <i>the signals</i>, viz., +the raising and lowering of a white flag on the topmasthead, +and, being answered from the shore, had passed on northwards. +At once the Earl of Mar began his preparations +for going to receive his Majesty, and great joy ran through +the entire community from the highest officers to the +common soldiers, for all were weary of the delay, and +looked forward to large reinforcements, and a speedy +meeting with the enemy. A few days later a young gentleman, +Lieutenant Cameron by name, who had accompanied +the King from France, rode into Perth with the acceptable +tidings that our long-looked for Sovereign had landed at +Peterhead, and was awaiting an interview with the Earl of +Mar and his companions. By great good fortune my lord +commanded Mr. Fleming to ride with him in the capacity of +Captain of his Guard of Horse, and the same day he, with +my Lord Marischal, General Hamilton, and about thirty +other gentlemen of quality, set out to go and attend him. +The King, having lodged one night at Peterhead, and +another at Newburgh House, had passed <i>incognito</i> through +Aberdeen, and was now at Fetteresso, the principal seat +of my Lord Marischal, and thither the party from Perth +hastened, full of ardour and loyalty. I will give you Mr. +Fleming’s own words as to his impressions upon first beholding +his Majesty.</p> + +<p>“After having received the Earls of Mar and Marischal +and the other noblemen within the castle, and conversed +with them for some time, his Majesty expressed a desire +to inspect the soldiers of the guard, who were drawn up in +front of the house. You may imagine that, on being +hurriedly prepared for this honour by General Hamilton, +we sat our horses in great excitement, only restrained by +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">[191]</span> +discipline. For my own part my heart beat high in my +bosom, and all the loyal and chivalrous sentiments that had +been nurtured in my mind from childhood rose up to +welcome my rightful and much injured King. When he +appeared at the door, looking pale and young and very +weary, there came into my throat something that caught +my breath—a spasm of love and yearning that the sight of +no other man on earth could possibly bring—and at the +moment when I brought my sword to the salute I knew I +would gladly lay down my life for King James. A few +minutes after I heard the voice of my Lord Mar loudly +proclaiming him at the gate of the house, and, following +my impulse, I waved my sword above my head, and shouted +with all my strength, ‘God save the King!’—a shout in +which both my soldiers and all others present willingly +joined. His Majesty bowed, and a faint smile came to his +lips, but oddly enough, and quite beyond my own volition, +I found myself, as I watched him, repeating some dreary +words, ‘<i>A stranger in a strange land</i>!’ He did not look +glad to be among us; there was no response in his eyes to +the welcome we gave him. He came to his own, and +though they received him joyfully, it was as though he +knew them not.”</p> + +<p>Was this, I have often wondered, the reason of it all—of +the disappointment, the disillusion, the tragedy of his +coming? My heart aches still to think of it. He was +worn out with hardships and anxiety (those who knew +what his life had been for the last three months know that), +the weather was bitterly cold, his country—our country—lay +in the inhospitable grasp of winter, and he had a price +set upon his head. He felt ill in body, for on the next day +he was taken with an aguish distemper which kept him +from moving for several days, and uneasy in mind, for +already he had doubts of the wisdom of his undertaking. +We know that he was not born “under a dancing star” as +Mr. Shakespeare’s “Beatrice” hath it, and for that reason +much is to be forgiven him; but oh! we in Scotland need +to be melted by a merry smile, or a kindly word, or a +genial manner, or we may be taken by storm by something +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">[192]</span> +more forcible than these; but let our coldness be met +by coldness, our shyness by a greater shyness, or our +enthusiasm by indifference, then the icy crust that covers +our fire grows harder and harder, and the dour pride that oft +makes the Scot a trouble to himself, as well as to others, +forbids the breaking down of the barrier for ever. He +lacked something, our poor King, that vital something +which his uncle, King Charles II., and, as I understand, his +son Prince Charles Edward (neither of them so just or so +virtuous as himself), possessed to the full—the power to +draw all hearts to him, to persuade the reluctant, to +confirm the wavering, to inspire the doubtful with +confidence—the personal human charm, without which no +leader of men can achieve great things.</p> + +<p>Upon the recovery of his Majesty, he and his attendants +came south by slow degrees to Brechin, to Kinnaird, to +Glamis, and then to Dundee. At this place he was +received with great enthusiasm by the populace, and sat +for about an hour on horseback in the market-place, while +the eager people flocked to kiss his hand. From Dundee +he went to Fingask, the seat of Sir David Threipland, +where he lay that Saturday night, and next day being +Sunday he arrived at Scone, within two miles of Perth.</p> + +<p>Now, if the joy had been great at the news of the safe +arrival of the King, with whom you must remember it was +supposed were thousands of troops and much treasure, the +disappointment and chagrin on learning that he came +almost alone were great in proportion. And when it was +discovered that neither he nor the Earl of Mar were +moving actively in the matter of defending the town, or +taking steps to meet the enemy, much discontent arose, and +the whole place was in a state of dissatisfaction. My Lord +Mar attempted to pacify them by spreading a fresh report +of help coming from France; the presence of the young +Lord Tinmouth, the Duke of Berwick’s son, was pointed to +as a proof that the Regent was now inclined to the Cause; +General Hamilton was again in Paris urging our necessity, +and the Duke of Argyle’s men were wavering and deserting, +it was said, day by day. The weather and the state of the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">[193]</span> +roads were also given as a reason for inaction, and there +was much talk of the coming Coronation at Scone. But +all this availed little, and when it transpired on the arrival +of one of our spies from Stirling, that Argyle was +reconnoitring the roads, and making preparations for +having them cleared of the snow, with a view to laying +siege to Perth, the excitement rose to fever-heat while the +dissatisfaction gave place to joy. Was it conceivable that +they should remain, they said, to be slaughtered like +badgers in their holes without making a fight for it? No, it +was impossible; they could remain no longer inactive, and +at once preparations were begun for defending the town, +planting guns, digging trenches, throwing up breast-works +and the like, which gave the impatient people something to +occupy their thoughts, though, as you know, the work was +quite ineffectual, for the town would have been very easily +taken had the Government troops advanced upon it.</p> + +<p>And now comes one of the saddest incidents in all this +sad history; an instance of the cruelty of war upon the +innocent, who must often suffer, though guiltless of either +crime or provocation. I know not in whose brain the +unhappy thought first had birth, and indeed, as Sir +Anthony now tells me, the idea itself, from a strategic +point of view, was not altogether a mistake. But to us it +came as a shock so grievous that for a long time we could +scarce bear to talk of it, and in that way, perhaps, we did +both the thought and the action injustice.</p> + +<p>Upon a second attempt of the Duke of Argyle to view +the roads from Dunblane to Auchterarder, which he made +accompanied by General Cadogan, who we heard had +been sent down from London for the very purpose of +hastening the Duke’s movements, the leaders at Perth +became so alarmed, having thought themselves secure +while the severe weather lasted, that an order was given +out, signed alas! by the King, for the burning of the +villages of Auchterarder, Crieff, Blackford, Dunning and +Muthill, with all corn and forage which could not be +carried off, so as to lay waste the country between Stirling +and Perth, in order to embarrass the Government troops.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">[194]</span></p> + +<p>Now to my mind, and to many others at the time, this +cruel order was resultant of nothing but misery to those +who had no right to suffer, for although it gave to Argyle’s +men the inconvenience and discomfort of camping for two +nights on the bare ground, it neither detained them in their +progress, nor disordered their arrangements, seeing that +on so short a march ’twas possible to carry both forage and +vivers with them. We know that the King was most +reluctant to sign the order, and that two days after he writ +a letter to the Duke, begging him to employ a certain sum +of money to be paid out of his own scant treasury, for +compensating the unfortunate people so harshly deprived +of their homes. The letter was, I am told, suppressed, but +of the King’s regret and of his kind intentions I have never +entertained the slightest doubt. Indeed, the Earl of Mar +let it be widely known that his Majesty wished it given out, +that if any of the poor folk pleased to come to Perth, they +should be maintained and all care taken of them. Howbeit +the deed was done, and many a long day would pass ere +the memory of it should die away.</p> + +<p>And now in Perth the Council sat all night +deliberating what should be done, and messengers were +posting constantly between that place and Scone, for the +great men could not come to an agreement. On one +side was the military party, who, knowing the minds of the +soldiers on the matter, were all for fighting and that at +once. On the other side were the Earl of Mar and some +of his friends, who said they were not willing thus to risk the +safety of the King. It was suggested to the latter that the +King’s presence was not necessary in a battle, and that if +he were placed in security, his faithful adherents would +prove their loyalty by fighting for him to the death. +They were ready, they said, to die for him; but not to turn +their backs like scoundrels and poltroons without striking a +blow for him who had come so far to trust his person and his +fortunes in their hands. Words ran high, and some of the +Highlanders <i>ruffled</i> the great men in the open streets, and +told them in plain terms that they were betraying the King +rather than helping him. One who was thus accosted, a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">[195]</span> +friend of my Lord Mar’s, stopped to answer them, and Mr. +Fleming heard this conversation pass between them.</p> + +<p>“Why, what would you have us do?” said the gentleman. +“Do!” says the other. “What did you call us to arms +for? Was it to run away? What did the King come +hither for? Was it to see his people butchered by the +hangman, and not strike a stroke for their lives? Let us +die like men and not like dogs!” “What can we do?” +cries the nobleman to these brave words. “Let us,” says +the Highlander, “have a council of war, and let all the +General Officers speak their minds freely, the King himself +being present, and if it be agreed there not to fight, we +must submit.”</p> + +<p>Some went further than this, for one bold chief threatened +them, that the loyal clans would take the King from them, +and then if he were willing to die like a Prince he should +find that there were ten thousand gentlemen in Scotland +who were not afraid to die with him.</p> + +<p>As some said one thing and some another, the tumult +and disorder increased, till at last some of the wiser among +the officers quieted the soldiers by assuring them there +would be a council held that night, that the King begged +them as his good friends to abide by what was then decided, +as he was resolved himself to do: either to put it to the +hazard and take his fate with them, or if otherwise advised +to abide by that.</p> + +<p>Accordingly, the Grand Council met, and much was said +on this side and much on that, but from what I was told by +Mr. Fleming, it seemed that all the talk was only for show, +for the meeting was adjourned without any decision having +been come to. Next morning, however, a select number +having been called together, the Earl of Mar confided to +them in secret, that owing to many circumstances which he +considered it inconvenient to divulge, he found it advisable +not only to beat a retreat from Perth, but to put an end to +their design for the time being. ’Twas whispered, he said, +that there were traitors in the camp, men of high standing, +who were already conspiring to seize upon the person of the +King and deliver him up to the Duke of Argyle. It was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_196">[196]</span> +almost incredible, said the Earl, that such a thing could +be; but with a free pardon and £100,000, even an honest +Scotsman might be tempted. Finally, as the Duke was now +within a few miles of Perth, it was absolutely necessary that +we should evacuate the town.</p> + +<p>After this, said my informant, there was nothing more +left but to acquiesce in the decision, though by many it +was done with a very bad grace. That the King himself +was sorely grieved, I make no doubt, and it was with a +heavy heart, I trow, that he consented to leave Scone, and +to follow his army across the Tay. That river being +frozen hard they were able, horse and foot, to pass over as +if upon dry land, and quickly as they had acted they were +but just in time, for, expresses having carried the news of the +retreat to the enemy, a body of dragoons entered the town +the very next day. To the majority of our officers no +further instructions had been issued than that the army was +to retire upon Aberdeen, so that what followed after came +upon them as a cruel surprise, and by many of them, I feel +sure, ’twas never either understood or forgiven.</p> + +<p>And now, if you please, I must leave Head-quarters, and +return to Alva to let you know how things were going there.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_197">[197]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXII"> + CHAPTER XXII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>HOW WE HEAR TIDINGS THAT MAKE OUR HEARTS ACHE, + AND ILL PREPARE US FOR THE GREAT SURPRISE</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>The short afternoon was closing in. The snow was +falling steadily and soft, for there was no wind and the frost +still held. We sat at work in the hall, being gathered there +for warmth, for in this hard winter when so many poor +were abroad, my lady thought shame to burn coal freely, +choosing rather to give it away to her poorer neighbours, +who, you may be sure, blessed her for the thought. She +had bidden us bring our work and sit by her as she span, +for she knew how restless and unhappy we were, and hoped +perhaps to ease her own burdened heart by friendly and +intimate talk.</p> + +<p>We had that day had news which moved my lady sadly. +For General Cadogan, who shortly before had arrived at +Stirling, having been sent from the Court in London to +urge the Duke of Argyle to immediate action, had brought +with him an order to deprive Colonel Erskine of the +Command of the Castle, and to send him, together with his +son, John, under a Guard to London, where he was to be +lodged in the Fleet prison. The thought of the poor old +gentleman being made to suffer the hardships of the long +journey in this cruel winter weather, was very bitter to us +all, and to be obliged to sit helpless and do nothing but +talk, was, as Betty cried impatiently, the worst of it.</p> + +<p>“I am convinced,” my lady said, again and again, “that +nothing can be found against them save their relationship +to Sir John, and my Lord Mar’s friendship for the Colonel, +and that, as you know, has lasted many years and is quite +unconnected with this affair. ’Twould be unreasonable +indeed to think it.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, sister,” cried Betty vehemently, “do you think +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_198">[198]</span> +those fools have any reason? If they had, would they not +know that it is <i>they</i> who are in the wrong, and stop all this +cruel opposition? But for poor Colonel Erskine I agree +with all you say, and I must own I hope the good +gentleman may be treated with all the care and respect he +deserves.”</p> + +<p>“’Tis done to spite the Earl of Mar,” said my lady, “you +may be sure. The Governorship has been in his family for +hundreds of years, and my uncle holds it for him as his +Lieutenant. I am not so blind as not to see they are in the +right to make a change at such a time, but ’tis neither +kind nor just to send a harmless old man to prison at such +a distance, in weather like this.”</p> + +<p>“Who will take his place, madam, think you?” asked I.</p> + +<p>“’Tis an open secret that the Government will offer it to +Lord Rothes,” said Betty. “That has long been talked in +Fife.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said my lady, “he is a humane and generous +enemy; we have little to fear from him. If only they had +confined the Colonel in Blackness or Edinburgh Castle, +and saved him the horrors of that long journey to London.”</p> + +<p>And again the tears came to her eyes, for there was a +tender friendship between these two, and my lady would +have guarded the old man with a daughter’s care.</p> + +<p>There was nothing to say to comfort her, and we sat +silent, weaving our sad thoughts into our work as women +will, for each of us had, as you know, our private weight of +woe. My own heart was away with the King’s army, +wondering and pondering over the welfare of one of his +least important officers; poor Betty, I knew, was following +her brother in his ignominious flight, and my dear lady, +besides her other troubles, had ever the fear for Sir John’s +safety upon her mind.</p> + +<p>It was while we were sitting thus, wrapped in gloom, +that a messenger arrived with news for my lady. With a +sigh she bade him enter, fearing that, like Job, she was +about to hear of disaster upon disaster. And so, indeed, it +proved. This man was come to tell us how his Grace of +Argyle had set the country people to work, to the number +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_199">[199]</span> +of about two thousand, to clear the roads of the snow, so +as to make it possible for his army to march to Perth; and +scarcely was he finished speaking when there arrived one +of our neighbours, Mr. Abercrombie of Tullibody I think it +was, who broke to us the awful news of the burning of the +villages. I will not shock you now by describing the way +in which the deed was done, for officers, I suppose, are +not wholly responsible for the actions of the soldiery, and +sure I am that those who gave the order had no thought of +thieving, or plundering from the poor people, whom they +believed themselves obliged to render homeless; but neither +was it necessary to take them by surprise at four o’clock in +the morning, and turn them out of their beds in scant attire +in the bitter cold. Long before Mr. Abercrombie, himself +much moved, had come to an end of his recital, we +sat horrified and with streaming eyes around him, seeing +as he spoke the women with their infants, the feeble old +men, the tottering children, hungry and naked, driven +ruthlessly through the snow.</p> + +<p>“And who dare issue an order so monstrous?” cried +Betty at last, being ever the first to find her tongue. “Who +among our people could invent so diabolical a measure?”</p> + +<p>“Ah, madam,” said our guest sadly, “all is fair in war +’tis said, and if we can embarrass the enemy we think little +of the means taken to do so. The order was signed by +the Chevalier himself, as was necessary, he being at the +head of his army.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll not believe it!” cried Betty. “He is a humane +and gentle prince. I’ll never believe he understood what he +wished them to do.”</p> + +<p>“Why, Bess, my dear,” said my lady, “’twas sure not by +his good will ’twas done; but can you not see that if his +General Officers advised it, the King must put his name to +the order?”</p> + +<p>“Ay, sister,” wailed Betty, “and can <i>you</i> not see the +folly of it, even apart from the cruelty? I say that they +have betrayed their King. Who will believe in the +reluctance of his Majesty? Who will ever know anything of +it? Whatever happens now, this deed that has been done in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">[200]</span> +his name will cling to the memory of the people. Whenever +he is mentioned their hearts will burn within them at the +thought of it. Never, never will they do him justice, but +will remember him only as the cause of their misery and +ruin for ever.”</p> + +<p>My lady bowed her head sadly, and I wept the more, +for Betty’s burning words fell upon our ears like a solemn +prophecy, and we knew that her words were true. ’Twas +indeed a miserable and mistaken act, long, long to be rued +among us.</p> + +<p>“I hear,” said Mr. Abercrombie, “that the barony of +Dalreoch, belonging to Mr. Haldane of Gleneagles, is +utterly destroyed; straw and corn and fodder being +heaped around the houses and then set alight, and the +servants and farm people having barely escaped with their +lives. They looked to find horses and cattle for their use, +but those have long ago been carried off.”</p> + +<p>“I am sorry for my sister,” said my lady, “but they +suffer only with the rest; and she at least has the comfort +of knowing that her husband is on the safe side of the +fence. We are told, sir, that the Duke is pushing on +towards Perth. Is it known in that town of his approach?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, without doubt,” replied our visitor, “and for some +time they have been occupied fortifying the place; but I +have private information, madam, that ’tis likely the army +may retire to Aberdeen, rather than stay to be besieged in +Perth. And after all this may be the safer method to draw +Argyle further from his base.”</p> + +<p>“Why, indeed, I am glad to hear this,” cried my lady, +(for since the departure of her brother from Perth, we had +heard but little news from that quarter); “they will fight +him further north, and for one thing they will be nearer the +sea, so that the troops when they arrive from France may +be able to join them without delay.”</p> + +<p>I thought that Mr. Abercrombie looked dubious at the +mention of troops, but he did not discourage my lady, and +after some more talk, which I am bound to say he endeavoured +to lead into a more cheerful channel, he went away.</p> + +<p>But it was impossible to hide from ourselves, and from +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">[201]</span> +each other, that our hopes were very faint indeed and our +fears greatly increased. We could talk and think of little +save those poor, starving, suffering folk in the Stewarty of +Strathearn, and many were the plans arranged by Lady +Erskine to send them help of food and clothing, tho’ the +poor about her own doors were numerous and necessitous +enough.</p> + +<p>Meantime the enemy, having once begun to act, seemed +bent on losing no more time. The great fall of snow, +which was everywhere two or three feet deep, was followed +by another hard frost, and the roads were thus rendered +extremely difficult. But the Duke, urged on by his orders +from Court, was only waiting for the arrival of some +regiments from Glasgow, and artillery from Berwick and +Edinburgh. The storm having delayed a train of artillery +from England under Colonel Borgard, it arrived in the +Roads of Leith late one Saturday afternoon, and marching +with all possible speed to Stirling, reached that place in time +to join the main army in its march northwards. Once +again upon a Sunday could be seen the dark stream of +horse, foot, and artillery winding slowly along the snowy +road, and though the Duke went no further that day than +to Dunblane, a detachment was sent forward to the Castle +of Braco, which however they found deserted. And still +we had to sit and nurse our fears in patience, and for a +whole long week we suffered the martyrdom that women in +all ages of the world have suffered, that of sitting at home +and waiting.</p> + +<p>All sorts of rumours continued to fly about, and friendly +neighbours came to discuss whatever they heard. There +had been a battle—the King’s army was stricken—nay, the +French troops had arrived in time and Argyle had had the +worst of it. There had been no fight, but half the Highland +chiefs had surrendered and asked for protection, indeed +they had delivered the King’s person to his Grace of Argyle +who was bringing him in triumph to Edinburgh; or again +the King had been crowned at Scone, and upon hearing of +it the greater number of Argyle’s soldiers, excepting always +the Dutch troops, had deserted to the enemy. These and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">[202]</span> +other wild stories were afloat, to be listened to, frowned at, +laughed over, and, for the most part, rejected, but nothing +so wild and improbable as the truth ever entered our heads.</p> + +<p>It was not until Tuesday, the 7th of February, that the +final blow came, and again it was Mr. Abercrombie that +brought the news. The King’s army had evacuated Perth, +it is true, and under General Gordon had retired upon +Aberdeen; but the King, accompanied by the Earl of Mar, +and one or two other noblemen, had embarked at Montrose +three days before, and were now well on their way back to +France.</p> + +<p>It was impossible to palliate or disguise the bitter fact, +and our informant blurted it out in the shortest and plainest +words. What terror we were in, what surprise and disappointment, +what shame and chagrin we suffered, I will +leave you to imagine. By degrees we learnt that there had +been no council held by the General Officers before taking +this step, that only a few intimates of my Lord Mar knew +of it, and that the rest were full of rage and indignation, +considering that they had been betrayed and abandoned to +the enemy. That the King had been persuaded it was the +best and wisest thing he could do, believing that with his +removal the Rising would collapse, the army disperse, and +the country become quiet, we could not of course have any +doubt. But when all was said and done, the vengeance of +the Government was still to be reckoned with, and he had +left them to face it alone. It was not by my lady nor her +sister that any censure was passed upon their beloved King, +nor did they voice their opinion of my Lord Mar in any +way to blame him. But those outside the house were not +so discreet, and indeed it added to our pain to hear the +free comments that were made upon the affair.</p> + +<p>In the meantime, where was Sir John; what had become +of the Master of Sinclair, whose wisdom and foresight Betty +now extolled to the skies; and what, oh, what of Barbara’s +lover, too insignificant to all but herself to be worthy +of mention in the general reports? I can tell you +there were three sorrowful women at Alva in those days, +and the saddest of all perhaps was my Lady Erskine, who +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">[203]</span> +went about with folded lips and fear-haunted eyes, forcing +herself to her daily tasks, as she told me after, “with a +thousand pins and needles in her heart.”</p> + +<p>By degrees we heard fresh tidings: how General Gordon +had abandoned Aberdeen, after occupying it for only two +days; how the army, upon deciding that each man must +shift for himself, had dispersed in various directions, promising +however to come together again upon word received +from the King; how many of the officers and noblemen +had embarked in ships for France and Sweden; and how +others, less fortunate, were hiding in the mountain-districts +of the Highlands, expecting, as was natural, to be hunted +by the Government troops, and waiting till they also could +find ships to bear them to the Continent. But all this time +not a word of our good Sir John. We watched my lady’s +face grow whiter and more worn, and longed in our helplessness +to comfort her.</p> + +<p>“Why, oh why, does he not contrive to send word to +her?” cried Betty, the tears in her eyes. “He cannot be +dead. I defy them to keep him prisoner; and if he be +anywhere in Scotland he could surely have sent a messenger +of some sort to Alva. But men are all alike, thoughtless +and selfish, and have little care for the unfortunate woman +at home once they have left them.”</p> + +<p>I forgave the bitterness of her tone knowing how her +heart yearned after her eldest brother, for no news had been +received for long, and her words applied equally to him. +But the very next day relief came.</p> + +<p>We had but just finished dinner when a noise in the lobby +attracted our attention, and Charles rising and running to +the door called out: “’Tis Andrew! Oh, mama, Andrew +Short is returned. And why did you not bring my papa +home again, Andrew? Where is he?”</p> + +<p>Trembling and agitated we rose to greet him, for Andrew +had been with Sir John, and we dreaded what his tidings +might be. A sore-stricken and weary man was he that +entered the room; so woe-begone his countenance, so shame-faced +his mien that I for one feared the very worst. +“Andrew, where is Sir John?” cried my lady, running up +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">[204]</span> +to him, and looking in his face with such haggard anxiety in +her eyes as touched the good fellow to the heart.</p> + +<p>“Sir John is safe, my leddy!” he said quickly, in a hoarse +voice, “or ye never wad hae seen me here. But does yer +leddyship ken whaur the King is, an’ his freend, the Earl o’ +Mar?”</p> + +<p>“Alas, yes! my good Andrew, and our hearts are heavy +enough at the knowledge, and all it means to Scotland. +But you are spent and hungry, and though you must satisfy +me about Sir John, we will wait till you are warmed and +fed before you give us further news. You have a letter for +me, belike?”</p> + +<p>She looked at him eagerly, and her face fell when he +shook his head.</p> + +<p>“Na, my leddy, nae letter. Sir John wadna trust a written +line; but I was tae tell ye he sailed for France on the second +day of this month, that was twa days <i>afore</i> the ither folk +took their leave, ye ken, mem. And landed safe he is, I +mak’ nae doot, by this time.”</p> + +<p>My lady sank down upon a chair, and covered her face +with her hands for a little space.</p> + +<p>“Thank God!” she said at length, “he is at least +beyond danger. But can you not tell me more, Andrew? +Who sent him away, and for what purpose?”</p> + +<p>“My leddy,” said the man, “I canna tell ye mair than +Sir John tellt me, and that was that he had orders tae sail +for France from Montrose on the Thursday nicht, wi’ +despatches, he said, tae the Queen; that I was tae bide +whaur I was for twa days, and then tae come hame as fast +but as secret as I could manage it, and bring his love and +kind respects tae yer leddyship, and tell ye he was gane awa’ +tae France.”</p> + +<p>And though we questioned him closely he had no more +to tell us of the matter. After he had been sent away to +rest and be fed, my lady looked at us uneasily.</p> + +<p>“I must send an express to Charles Erskine this very +night,” she said, “to give him news of his brother. But +why has Sir John sent me no instructions as to what he +wishes me to do?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">[205]</span></p> + +<p>“Indeed, sister,” said Betty, “it surprises me that Sir +John did not acquaint you with his plans when you saw him +at Dysart. It is impossible he did not know something of +what was to happen, for he was ever in the confidence of +my Lord Mar. Why did he not prepare you for this?”</p> + +<p>“God knows,” said my lady, in sad perplexity, gazing out +of the window at the snow-clad world; “and He alone +knows what will happen to us now.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps if Sir John knew anything he was bound to +secrecy,” cried I, who could not bear to hear my kind +guardian blamed even by those who loved him. “But tell +me, dear madam, what is’t you fear?”</p> + +<p>“Vengeance, Barbara,” she answered, with sombre +earnestness, “the vengeance of the reigning house. Sir John +is no longer a trusted agent of the rightful King, he is a +Rebel, an Outlaw, an Exile; and who knows whether he may +not be attainted, and all his estates forfeited to the Crown?”</p> + +<p>“What’s forfeited, mama?” cried little Charles. “Oh, +I do want my papa to come home,” and at that my lady +caught the boy to her breast, and broke into a fit of wild +weeping, pouring out her anguish, poor soul, to us who +wept with her, all the more freely that she had hitherto +kept her feelings so well under control.</p> + +<p>But the express was sent that afternoon to Edinburgh, +and the very next evening Mr. Erskine was with us. Kind +and calm and cheerful, it is impossible to exaggerate the +helpful influence he exercised upon us. He combated my +lady’s fears, telling her that though it was impossible to +know yet what parliament might or might not decide, he had +great hopes that, as the Rebellion had not gone far, they +would not act with extreme rigour. Again, he said, +although Sir John had shown himself active in the Cause, +he had many friends upon the other side, all of them in +good odour with the Government; and everything that could +be said or done in Sir John’s favour, to create a feeling of +confidence, would, he knew, be willingly carried out. In +the meantime he thought there was nothing to do but to +wait quietly and see what should transpire. His one +anxiety seemed to be that his brother, Sir John, in his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">[206]</span> +impulsive way, might decide at once to settle abroad and +desire his wife to come to him with their children, and this +he thought would be unwise, as it would mean abandoning +his estate to whoever might be ready to seize it. Patience +and silence were the two things he recommended, besides +promising my lady all the help in his power whenever she +should desire it. The letter of the thirteenth of February +was written while Mr. Erskine was in the house with us, +and in it you will see that my dear lady had schooled +herself to write quietly and moderately. The very day +before she wrote, poor Betty had been somewhat comforted +by receiving a letter from her brother, who wrote to +her on the eve of his sailing for France.</p> + +<p>He had, after many hardships, got as far north as Kirkwall +in the Orkney Islands, and from thence to Stromness, +where, with several others, he seized a ship with a French +pilot on board and set sail for Calais. Her mind was +therefore at rest about his person, though like my lady she +dreaded on his account the impending <i>vengeance</i> which +had all the horrors of the unknown.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER IV</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p> + <span class="smcap">My Dearest Life</span>, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>It was no small satisfaction to me in the +present state of affairs to hear you was gone. It is what I +shall bless God for while I live. Your servant’s return was +the first account I had; tho’ my grief was unexpressable the +thoughts of your safety did mitigate it very much. It was +impossible but you did foresee what wold happen when I was +with you, and if you did, you were much to blame not (to) tell +me your thoughts of itt, and what methods should be taken for +your private affairs. Charles is here just now and most kindly +offers to doe all in his power, as I doubt not all your other +friends will; but he expected I wold have had a method from +you. Whether you did not imagin so suden an end, or would +not give mee a sore heart befor the time, I know not.</p> + +<p>Now let me beg of you, as you regard me and your children, +not to have any uneasy thoughts about us. I am not afraid of +want of sober bread for them and myself; but as I told you the +thoughts of your being in pinches is very Bitter, and the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">[207]</span> +prospect I must have of being absent from you for some time, +and perhaps for ever, is what imploys my thoughts night +and day. But why should I complain of what God in his wise +providence has ordered as a just punishment for the abuse of +many mercys. Let us then, my Dearest, submit with patience, +and trust in that mercyful Father who has hitherto preserv’d +you from so imminent dangers, that He will, in His own good +time, give us a comfortable meeting, and to live as becomes +the children of affliction, in endeavouring to set our hearts +above the world and the vanitys thereof.</p> + +<p>I am most impatient to hear from you, and if ye knew what +a relief it wold be to have a letter, you wold (have) writ the +moment you landed. The person mine is directed to wold +find a way to send one to me. I was heartily sorry you was +not better provided with money, but if you please to take 100 +pound from Mr. Gordon, and make him draw on his correspondent +at Edinr., I shall endeavour to have it ready on some +day’s sight. I am to beg (you) earnestly to let me know +what resolution you have taken as to the place of your abode, +and not to be sudden in resolving, but to let me know what +you intend, and I hop as you regard my quiet you will not doe +anything till you have my consent. I must see what shape +things will take here, before I can frame a resolution of seeing +you.... There was a great consternation amongst your +freinds att the departure of two great men that followed you, +and I find the not acquainting them with it is thought hard. +I hear they keep still together, but that cannot doe long, God +help them! You are lucky in your misfortune that you have +kind freinds that are both willing and capable to serve you, +and I am hopeful by their means to be in a better state than +many others, which is great deal more than we deserve.</p> + +<p>Now let me again beg of you to writ freely to me, and tell +me every uneasy thought you have, and make youself as easy +as possible, and put in practice the virtue of resignation which +you have so often talkt of to me. The more frequently you +writ I will be the easyer. Your children are well, but poor B. +is in great affliction for her brother and talks of leaveing me. +Charls and all freinds here salute you, and I am, my Dearest, +Life,</p> + +<p class='right pr6'> + Yours,</p> + <p> + Fe. 13. +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-less'>I must say Charls makes all the kind offers to me +that you can imagine.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">[208]</span></p> +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"> + CHAPTER XXIII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>TELLS OF FURTHER SAD DOINGS, AND OF THE BEAUTY + AND BURDEN OF THE SPRING</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>The relief of pouring out her heart to her husband was, as +my dear lady once told me, very great, and I think it a +real mercy that she could not foresee how long her letters +were to be of reaching him. That they eventually did so, +their presence before me is proof; but many of them are +endorsed as having been received many weeks, nay, months, +after they were written. My lady was so anxious to set Sir +John’s mind at rest about herself and their children, so +troubled on the score of money for his sake, and so +uncertain as to what his next movements might be, that +you can picture to yourselves her distress at not hearing +either from or of him week after week. In spite of her +care in seeking to provide him with money, Sir John seems +at first to have been in straits for want of it, and it will +interest you to know that among these papers there is a +letter from the Queen’s Private Secretary, Mr. Dicconson, +endorsed—“Came with the bill of 600 livres,” which I +shall copy here.</p> + +<blockquote> +<p> + St. Germain<br> + Mar. ye. 6. 1716.<br> + <br> + Sir, +</p> + +<p>I am ordered by the Queen to send you a small bill +presuming you may be at present want of a little money, which +her Majesty is troubled her circumstances will not permit her +to make more considerable, but hopes she may be better able +hereafter and that this might be a present supply. I beg you +will please to do me the justice to believe that I am with all +imaginable sincerity and esteem,</p> + +<p> + Your most humble and most obedient servant,<br> + <br> + (Signed) W. Dicconson. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">[209]</span></p> +</blockquote> + +<p>I remember that when my lady heard of this thoughtful +kindness on the part of her Majesty, who out of her poverty +endeavoured to help all who were suffering through their +loyalty to her son, she could not refrain from shedding +tears.</p> + +<p>But this information came to Alva many weeks later. +In the meantime, we hoped for letters from day to day, +and had pain and anxiety enough in hearing of the many +calamities that every hour came to our knowledge. Our +hearts were wrung by the news of the sentence pronounced +against Lords Kenmure, Derwentwater, Nithisdale and +others; and eagerly did we await the result of the many +petitions presented to the King for their reprieve. How +we prayed in private, and spoke in public about them and +the heart-broken wives, Ladys Kenmure, Derwentwater, +and Nithisdale, who, braving the King’s displeasure, and +in the case of the last, his determined wrath, in order to +beg for mercy for their beloved husbands, made every +effort to save them from death. How bitterly we wept on +hearing of the executions that took place on Tower Hill +one dreary day in the end of February. But no tears were +of any avail; only the memory of two brave and innocent +men lived long in the hearts of Scots and English alike. +My Lord Kenmure died professing his loyalty to King +James; and the young Earl of Derwentwater, much loved +and long lamented, gave to the Sheriff on the scaffold a +paper containing his dying profession of innocence. Part +of this paper I copied in my little diary, and here I reproduce +it for those who never saw it.</p> + +<blockquote> +<p>“Wherefore if in this affair I have acted rashly it ought +not to affect the innocent; I intended to wrong nobody, but +to serve my King and Country, and that without self-interest, +hoping by the example I gave to have induced others to do +their duty. And God, who sees the secrets of my heart, knows +I speak truth.... I die a Roman Catholic.... I freely +forgive such as reported false things of me; and I hope to be +forgiven the trespasses of my youth by the Father of Infinite +Mercy into Whose hand I commit my soul.</p> + +<p> + (Signed) <span class="smcap">Jas. Derwentwater</span>.” +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">[210]</span></p> +</blockquote> + +<p>Such brave, gentle, innocently touching words! Do +you wonder that they dared not bring the poor, headless +body openly from London to the north, but had it carried +thither by night, bringing him home by stealth to his +weeping and distracted people, who believed that the wrath +of Heaven would surely fall upon the doers of this awful +deed. It was said that the Duke of Argyle, travelling to +London, met the mournful procession on its way, and was +so struck by the grief and despair of the people that he +represented to the Government the unwisdom of their +act, and thereby helped to turn their hearts to clemency.</p> + +<p>It was with a shock of relief and joy that we heard immediately +after this of the escape of my Lord Nithisdale out +of prison. Long years afterwards I was told the whole story +of his brave wife’s devotion: how she made the journey from +Scotland to London mostly on horseback, the snow, which +often reached to her horse’s girths, having stopped the Stagecoach, +and even the Common Post, south of York. In +spite of this she arrived safe and sound at London, only +to find that no one to whom she applied could give her +any hope, and that even the doors of her husband’s prison +were closed against her, unless she consented to share his +confinement. This, for reasons of her own, she refused +to do, but by bribing the guards she contrived to see him +several times and confided to him her plans. When she +presented her petition to the King, the latter refused so +much as to look at her, but treated her in a way not much +to his honour or credit. However, on the very eve of +the execution, as you know, she contrived by the help of +her maid (a faithful woman) to dress my lord in female +clothes, and bring him out of the prison under the very +eyes of the guard. It happened that the coach of the +Venetian Ambassador was to go that night to Dover to +meet his brother, who was arriving as his guest in England. +Lord Nithisdale, attired in the Ambassador’s livery, joined +the retinue, and by help of friends at Dover hired a boat +which landed him safe at Calais. His lady’s brave work +was not yet finished, for she journeyed back to Scotland, +accompanied by her maid and one servant, lying at all +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">[211]</span> +the smallest inns, and braving many hardships till she +reached home. Before going to London, she had, with +the help of the gardener, buried all the family papers; and +knowing that search would soon be made, she contrived +to secure every valuable document, and take them with +her to Traquair, where her sister, the Countess, promised +to preserve them. She then returned home, saw all her +neighbours, and invited the magistrates to come and make +the search for themselves; but next day before day-break +she was off again to London as before. This conduct +made the King so angry, that he said my Lady Nithisdale +gave him more trouble and anxiety than any woman in +all Europe. For a fortnight she lay concealed in London, +and then escaped to France, where she joined her lord.</p> + +<p>These details, as you know, I only learned long after; +but the happy fact of Lord Nithisdale’s escape, and the +action of his heroic wife, were common talk among us at +the time. My dear lady envied the latter her chance of +doing and suffering for her husband, as what wife in like +circumstances would not; for sure the harder part is to +sit still and do nothing, with one’s heart alive for action.</p> + +<p>About this time came a letter from the dowager Lady +Alva, offering a visit to her dear daughter-in-law, Catherine, +which offer went exceedingly against my lady’s inclination. +Not that she did not love her mother-in-law—and at +another time would have welcomed her gladly to the +house—but just now, with their political views so at +variance from each other, she did not see how they could +meet and talk with any show of cordiality and agreement. +She could not bear, she said, to hear Sir John blamed, +and she foresaw the dowager mourning over her son’s +Rebellion, and drawing dark pictures of the future for +herself and her little lads. At the same time she was +resolved not to fail in duty to her husband’s mother, +especially as by keeping friendly with her she might incline +the favour of those in authority, for old Lady Alva was a +determined Whig, and no shadow of doubt had ever +touched her family.</p> + +<p>My lady’s brothers-in-law, Mr. Charles Erskine and Mr. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">[212]</span> +Patrick Campbell of Monzie, were constant in their care +and interest for all her concerns, and as she said herself, +she was supported on all sides by the kindest of friends. +To say truth, her bitterest trouble was the absence of her +husband, and the uncertainty of the measures to be taken +by Government against the Rebels. Then, too, she was +sick at heart for the sufferings of others: the imprisonment +of her uncle, Colonel Erskine; the grief of her sister Grizel, +whose husband, Mr. Paterson, was also in exile; of Lady +Kippendavie, Lady Keir, and many others; not forgetting +poor Lady Jean, my Lord Mar’s sister, who besides her +sorrow at her brother’s failure, was suffering from the +like bereavement. No news came from the Master of +Sinclair, but I think my lady’s heart was so turned against +him by his conduct at Perth that she did not greatly care +what became of him, though poor Betty spoke of him +constantly with much affection and regret.</p> + +<p>And so the sad days went forward, and February wore to +an end, and still my lady and poor Barbara had no word of +cheer to lighten their hearts. The following letter is almost +a repetition of the last, but I give it in its place, as to me it +seems like my lady’s voice, alive and speaking.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER V</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p> + My Dearest Life, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>I have good reason to hop you arriv’d safe, +since I hear all the three ships that went off at that time +landed safely; but I am surprised you do not fall upon some +way to let me hear from you. I cannot express my impatience +to have a particular account where you are and where you +intend to make your abode. I writ to you the 13th of this +month; I hop it has come to your hand before this time. I +told you in it to take 100 pound from Mr. Gordon and cause +him to draw upon his correspondent in Edinr. for the money. +I shall doe all that’s possible to get more again you want it. +I am very easy as to my own particular or my boys; very +sober things will serve us, and if you be well and easy in your +mind and have what is necessare, I ought to be very thankfull. +I must confess I have not minded my own misfortune. The +miserys of others ha’s so much affected me, and the concern I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">[213]</span> +am in for my poor Uncle and Mr. P. and many others does so +afflict me, I can think on nothing else, and whatever way I +turn my thoughts I have nothing but dismall prospects before +me. God Almighty support all of us under so bitter a calamity +and give us the right use of it. We ought to submit with +patience and trust in the mercy of Him who hath smitten us, +and if we turn to Him as we ought, He will heal us in his own +good time.</p> + +<p>I expect your mother here next week. You may imagine +there will be no harmony in our conversation; but I am +resolv’d to make the best I can of all things, and shal omit +nothing that can be for your interest however uneasy it may +be to myself, in hops when the best is made of your affairs the +present circumstances can allow, we may have something to +live (on) together in some retir’d place, till kind providence +give a turn to bring us to our own; and if that never happen, +when we come to dye it will be all the same whether we have +liv’d in plenty or in more straitning circumstances.</p> + +<p>I think if things continue as they are I would leave Britain +with a desire never to see it again. I am sometimes afraid +you go to Moscoe without acquainting me; let me beg of you +as you regard my life doe not think of it, at least for some +time, and if after that you think it convenient I will go very +chearfully with you to any corner of the earth; so I beg of +you resolve to do nothing of that nature rashly, nor must you +do it without acquainting me, and get my consent before you +doe it. This I beg’d in my last, and I hope (for) your complyance +if you either wish or expect ever to see me again.</p> + +<p>Your man, Andrew, came here some days ago, very well. I +regrated he was not with you, but if you please to let me +know if you desire to have him, I’ll endeavour to find some +opportunity of sending him, and in the meantime I shall imploy +him here. Charles and P. C. will do all in their power for +manageing your affairs after the best manner, butt I fear +there can be little done by any, because all is done by the +folks who desire nothing so much as the utter ruin of this +country, and it will be a general measure. All your friends +will be at their country-seats, so if you write it must not be +either to Charles or P. C. My sister, Betty, is here and gives +you her kind service, as does poor Aunt Betty, who is in great +affliction. Wishing my dear all manner of happyness.</p> + +<p class='right pr4'>I am in all sincerity,</p> +<p class='right pr2'>yours.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">[214]</span></p> +<p>Fe. 26.</p> + +<p>The friends you left together are all dispers’d; there is none +Prisoners but Mephon (Methvine) and some others who gave +up themselves. Your boys are very well.</p> +</blockquote> + +<p>At last the snow began to melt under the bright spring +sun, and a soft wind blowing from the south-west brought a +gentle rain upon its wings, which hastened the thawing of +the hard ground. After a winter of such length and +severity, it was indeed a glad thing to behold the earth, +(wondrous green and fresh) pushing aside her wintry mantle +and laying bare her bosom to the sky. Small things began +to force their way through the surface of the ground, tender +buds showed upon the trees, and after the long silence the +birds in garden and glen took up their music, and sang the +gladsome Life-March of the Spring.</p> + +<p>I walked one afternoon with my dear lady alone under +the bare branches, and tried to beguile her from her sad +thoughts by talk of the opening season which, last year, she +had told me she so loved; but her face was pale and worn, +and she answered me absently, though with her wonted +gentleness. I knew her very spirit was weary, and I had +no word of comfort to give her. Presently we sat down +upon a wooden bench which the westering sun made warm +with his beams, and tired of my own listless efforts at cheerfulness, +I fell into a wistful silence. All at once a mavis on +a branch behind us broke into song so sweet and thrilling +that my lady clasped my arm to hold me still. Sudden +and clear and short was his lay, and then after a slight pause +he sang it over again. In the silence and the sunlight, +with the cool scent of the damp earth in our nostrils, the +bird’s singing seemed like the voice of the spirit of +gladness bidding us take joy in the renewal of life. But +strange to say it was not joy but pain that wrung my +heart-strings, and my dear lady laid her head upon my +shoulder and wept.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Barbara,” she sighed at last, “that bird and his +song, that last year I listened to so gladly, how it pierces +my heart with its sweetness, and only makes my sadness +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">[215]</span> +and loneliness more grievous. It raises in me such a +longing for the sight of my dear husband’s face, that I feel +at times the pain of it will kill me! How is it possible to +live with a heart so heavy? The burden of it is sometimes +greater than I can bear.”</p> + +<p>“I know, I know,” I murmured; for her words did so +fully express my feelings that they seemed to come from +my own heart, and indeed I thought that I felt and suffered +even as she did, knowing little, in my ignorance, of the +difference between us. For, as the tiny mountain-burn that +tinkles down the glen is to the broad, full, swiftly-flowing +river, so is the love of a maid for her untried lover to the +love of a wife for her husband, the father of her children. +Something of this thought must have come to my lady’s +mind, for she turned to me very kindly.</p> + +<p>“Poor little Barbara! I am sure you think you do; and +I fear you must have found me selfish and hard, in that I +have spoken no word to you of Mr. Fleming, but I +deemed it best, my dear, to keep silent, hoping you were +learning to forget, or at least that you did not grieve +too much.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, cousin!” I cried, the barriers of my reserve breaking +down before her sympathy. “He is ever in my +thoughts. How could I forget? All day I think of him, +and at night I dream such dreary dreams. If I could +know where he is, or what has become of him, what would +I not give? And I let him go so coldly, madam; he does +not even know that I love him.”</p> + +<p>“Why, as to that, my dear,” cried my lady, cheerfully, +now bent upon comforting me, “I do not think you need +have any concern. Words are not everything, Barbara, +and I am sure you did not flout him.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, madam,” I cried, “do you think I was too bold? +I would not have him regard me too lightly, either.”</p> + +<p>My lady laughed. “Well, child, you are hard to please, +and I must leave Mr. Fleming to tell you his opinion of +you himself. I would we could have news of him again,” +she sighed, “we know nothing since his return to Perth.”</p> + +<p>“Do you think, cousin, that he also will be in danger of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">[216]</span>‘the vengeance?’” I asked timidly, for by this name we +commonly spoke of the dreaded retribution.</p> + +<p>“I cannot say, my dear; but I hope as he is young, and +has taken no prominent part, they will not make an example +of him. His kinsman, the Earl of Wigton, is in +Edinburgh Castle; but his father, as you know, is a rich +and respected London merchant, who has probably friends +at Court. I have asked my brother, Charles, to find out +if possible what has become of him, but no news have +reached him as yet.”</p> + +<p>I rose and turned my face away to hide my quivering lips.</p> + +<p>“It is hard to bear!” I cried.</p> + +<p>“My dearest,” she answered, “it <i>is</i> hard; and I want to +tell you how greatly I admire you for your brave silence, +hiding your own grief lest you should burden me the more. +I cannot thank you enough for all you have done, and been, +to me and mine at this time, but if ever I have a daughter, +Barbara, I shall name her after you.”</p> + +<p>With that she kissed me very kindly (though I knew of +no reason for her gratitude), but almost immediately she +broke out weeping again.</p> + +<p>“Oh, hark to my promises,” she sobbed, “foolish woman +that I am! To talk of future children when I know not +whether I be not already a widow—God forgive me! I +scarce knew what I was saying.”</p> + +<p>And then I took to comforting her in turn (but you +know she kept her promise three years later, when my dear +god-daughter was born). Her second breakdown was so +violent and so unusual, that at first I was alarmed for her +health, but by-and-bye she quieted herself, and even +smiled as she dried her eyes.</p> + +<p>“Just for this once, Barbara, I have let myself weep my +fill, and now I feel the lighter for it. ’Twas the mavis +set me going, and I suppose it is not the first time that a +bird’s song has caused a full heart to overflow.”</p> + +<p>I never forgot the words, nor the scene; and that is the +reason why always in my mind I connect the mavis’ singing +with my dear Lady Erskine and her troubles, as I told you +at the beginning of this story.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXIV"> + CHAPTER XXIV + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>MY LADY HEARS FROM SIR JOHN, AND I PAY MY THIRD + VISIT TO DYSART</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>I have given you so much of woe and weeping that I begin +to fear you must be weary of so dismal a tale, and I am +quite glad to tell you now of a little lull in the tempest, +and of a gleam of sunshine that shot through the clouds. +It was a very little thing that caused it truly; nothing more +important than a letter which arrived from Sir John at +last, but it brought the colour back to my lady’s cheek, and +the light to her eyes for a time.</p> + +<p>The whole household was gladdened by the news of his +safety, for he was at Paris awaiting the bidding of the King +to attend him at Avignon, in good health and spirits; and, +though chagrined at the sudden ending of all their endeavours, +was hopeful that at some future time their efforts +should be crowned with success.</p> + +<p>I have here a small fragment of the journal which he +kept on his voyage from Scotland, of which I will give you +the first extract, and the last.</p> + +<p> + “Journal from the 2nd Feb., 1716.<br> + <br> + Montrose. +</p> + +<blockquote> +<p>2nd “Att night received my orders for going to france with +dispatches to the Queen, the Regent, and E. Bolingbroke +from the King, and to the last also from the D. of Mar.</p> + +<p>9th “By 11 at night I gott to St. Germains. the Queen +was not well and laid to sleep. I delivered my letters and +other commissions to the Queen, who, about 12 o’clock, +ordered me to goe immediately to Paris and look after E. +Bolingbroke.”</p> +</blockquote> + +<p>Of his further movements at that particular time no record +has been kept. The letter to his wife was like himself, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">[218]</span> +frank and cheerful, hopeful and kind; with regrets for the +sorrows and misfortunes of others, but no word of grudging +or bitterness about his own lost labours. Even the +servants imbibed courage from hearing of it, and the +kind neighbours who asked discreet questions of my lady +scarce needed a reply after looking at her face.</p> + +<p>To add to our comfort, Mr. Charles Erskine, who was +again expected at Alva, being prevented coming for some +days, wrote to my lady telling her of news he had got +from the north of those whom my lady calls in her letters +to her husband his “fellow-travellers.” These were my +Lord Tinworth, the Duke of Berwick’s son, with his +uncle, Colonel Bulkeley, my Lord Talbot and my Lord +Edward Drummond; and as my lady had been exceedingly +anxious on the score of the first-named, whom Sir John +had praised much as a fine, modest, and engaging youth, +we were relieved, though somewhat disturbed, to learn +what was become of him. A company of gentlemen, +including the above, and amongst whom were the Marquis +of Tullibardine, Earls of Marischall, Southesk and +Linlithgow, Viscounts Kilsyth, Kingston and Dundee, +Lords Pitsligo, Rollo and Burleigh, having gone to +Peterhead in hopes of finding a ship, were obliged to +return owing to the presence of a man-of-war near at +hand. They had then made their way westward towards +the other coast, where ships were expected to take them +off to France, and at present, it was supposed, were in +hiding among the mountains. “Among the names,” +wrote Mr. Erskine, “of the junior officers who accompanied +them I find that of your late guest, for whom you +were enquiring, Mr. Anthony Fleming.”</p> + +<p>So the worst part of our anxiety was passed. Sir John +and my dear Mr. Fleming lived; and although months +must pass before we could think of seeing them, or +perhaps hearing aught of them, it was no longer agony +to name them in our prayers, and ask God to protect +them from further danger.</p> + +<p>My lady answered the welcome letter in a much more +cheerful strain than before.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">[219]</span></p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER VI</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p class='right pr2'> + March 12. +</p> + +<p>Yours of the date 20 of Fe. was most acceptable to me. I +delayed answering my Dearest Life some days, expecting +Charls here, that I might learn a little from him what were +people’s opinions as to our present state ... but now I blame +myself for delaying, and tho’ I still expect Charls I have no longer +patience. I hop by the letters I have writ you will be easy +as to me and your boys. I must own the miserys of others +has so much affected me that I did not think on my own +misfortune in such a manner as I wold at another time, and +being absent from you is what affects me most; but since +God has been so mercyfull to me in preserving your Life and +giving you freedom and liberty to enjoy yourself in a good +country, and at the same time affords what is needfull both +for you and your family, I would be very unworthy to +complain. Let things come to the worst, I make no doubt +of getting a suitable allyment ... and there can nobody +lose a groat by you, so you may be easy on that score. +Your servants are all here, very well, which occasions me a +greater family than is convenient; but justice and gratitude +obliges me to itt, and it’s what I know you wold approve.... I +have not heard of your drawing for 100 pound as I +have twice desir’d you. I can tell you there is a fund for +200 more, so there is no need for you to straiten yourself or +denye yourself what is either convenient or proper for you. +I think you are in the right to go to a cheap place, but I +could wish you had some of your neighbours and friends, +who by this time are in the same country with you; it would +make the time pass more agreeably.</p> + +<p>There is no Prisoners yet except such as have given +themselves up, and I am in no pain about them. I have +converst with some of your neighbours since they were +disperst; but there never were people so much confounded nor +in such despair as they were in when they knew of the +departure of these people, and all blame your friend, and +think they might have done the same thing, and done it +with a better Grace.</p> + +<p>All the Lords went to the Highlands, and the clans design +to defend themselves. I hear the forces are now ordered to +go to the Highlands. Many went to Orkney, and there ha’s +taken ship. Your fellow-travellers and others, of which +number there were 70, went to Peterhead, and could not +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">[220]</span> +get away, were obligt to return and join with the clans. +They will be exposed to hardships, but in such a case there +is no help.... You tell me you have something in your +head that could make us live easy, but it is not fit to write.... +Well, I do not doubt but we shall again live happy +together, and in the meantime I shall do all in my power +for your interest, and shall denye myself the pleasure of +seeing you till my being here can be no longer of use. I +shall always prefer your interest to pleasing myself. Let me +know if you want A. S—t sent to you.... I forgot to tell +you P. C. is gone for London eight days agoe. There are +some people here afraid of a war breaking out with France, +and in that case I wish you had money remitted before that +happened. I shall be uneasy for not hearing from you, and +in fear you should be sent messages to Britain, which I beg +of you, for God’s sake, as you regard my quiet and life, not +to undertake. I take Charls’ advice and P. C.’s in all your +concerns, and they are both in as great concern for you and +the interest of your family as it’s possible for you to imagine. +I believe all your other friends will do what’s in their power +when there is occasion. Let things come to the worst, I +have no doubt but we shall have a reasonable competence for +us and our children without being obligt to anybody. Ye +know I always look to the dark side of the cloud, and when +I say so there is good grounds for believing it.</p> + +<p>For some time past the singing of the mavis increast my +grief, but now I am come to take some pleasure in the fields, +and to bless God you have the same liberty and priviledge +which is a great comfort to me. I begin now to put things to +rights about your Hedges and Ditches, and shall take care to +keep all right while I am here; and if it should so happen I +must leave it, I hope it will fall in a friend’s hand. Mr. R.(ose) +labours your own farm, so, in spite of all, that will afford somewhat +to my subsistance.</p> + +<p>I am better now than I used to be when all things were +more to my mind. I mean as to my health; and since you +express such concern for me, and think my health for your +interest, I shall doe what’s reasonable to preserve it. Your +children are well. Your mother will be here this week.... +May my Dearest be as happy as I wish him. God grant him +the right use of all his troubles, patience, and submission, and +preserve him from all evil.</p> + +<p class="right pr4"> + Yours, Dear Life, Adieu. +</p> +</blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">[221]</span></p> + +<p>On the back of this letter I find a post-scriptum in +Betty’s hand-writing; ’tis writ in the vein she used so often +in speaking to Sir John—half serious, half flippant and +wholly affectionate, for she too, was in better spirits since +the arrival of my guardian’s letter.</p> + +<blockquote> +<p> + “Dear Sir John, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>Of all things I believe you least want my +good wishes; however, to please myself I offer them, and that +with all the sincerity and fervour, inclination and gratitude can +oblige me to. I thank God all my friends is not alike unlucky. +I am in great fear about them, if the divisions amongst the +great people don’t do them service. I pray God for a good +meeting. In the meantime</p> + +<p class="right pr6">I am, my Dr. Sir J.</p> +<p class="right pr4">Your most faithful</p> +<p class="right pr2">Female Counciler.</p> +<p class="right pr4">B.”</p> +</blockquote> + +<p>I remember very well the day upon which the dreaded +advent of the Dowager Lady Alva was expected. The +snow was melted on the low-lying land, though it still lay +on the hills, where however it was disappearing fast; and +my lady came in her own travelling-coach from Edinburgh, +having crossed the Forth at the Queen’s Ferry. I must +own that I stood somewhat in awe of the stately dame, +whom I had seen but seldom, and perhaps the anxiety of +my dear lady communicated itself to me. As for Betty, +who was a particular favourite of the dowager, she +expressed no concern; but she told me after how unhappy +she had felt on her sister’s account.</p> + +<p>At last a servant ran to tell us that the coach was +approaching the house, and my lady, taking her boys one +in each hand, went to the door and stood upon the +threshold to welcome her with all honour. Aunt Betty, +Betty Sinclair, and Barbara stood just behind, and the +chief servants were grouped in the background, for nothing +must be omitted of respect and observance in the reception +of Sir John’s mother. When the carriage drew up, the +men-servants having descended from the rumble and +opened the door, little Charles at his mama’s bidding ran +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">[222]</span> +forward, and placing himself in front of the step begged +his grandmother to lean upon his support in her descent. +This the old lady very good naturedly did, and by the aid +of her woman who rode with her, seemed to throw all her +weight on the child’s shoulder, which pleased him very +much. As she approached the door, my lady stepped +forward and kissing her cheek, bade her kindly welcome +to Alva.</p> + +<p>Whatever may have been Lady Erskine’s fears and +doubts she hid them under a simple, natural manner, and +it was not till the dowager was seated in the parlour, with +Harry on a footstool at her feet, and Charles holding her +mittened hand, that my lady ventured to say, and then her +voice trembled a little,</p> + +<p>“I would rather, madam, as you know, that Sir John +were here to welcome you himself, but in his absence you +must let my little sons take his place.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed, my dear daughter,” said the old lady cheerfully, +“I am aware that my son cannot be in two places at once, +and as he has chosen to absent himself from Alva, I must +e’en make the best of it; in the meantime you and the +little lads will do very well.”</p> + +<p>Surprised and relieved my lady smiled.</p> + +<p>“It is good of you, madam, to come to us just now. +Many would think it right to avoid the house of a Rebel.”</p> + +<p>“My dear Catherine,” said the dowager gravely, “my +son is my son, and whatever he does he will never be less +to me. I think it right, however, to say before my grandchildren, +my sister Elizabeth, and your young friends, that +I consider Sir John has acted wrongly, and I pray God he +may be led to see the error of his ways; but for all that, I +have no doubt but he is honest, and as he has been +unfortunate, it ill becomes us to triumph. I do not wish +to hear where he is, but I trust you have good news of +him, my dear.”</p> + +<p>And so this dreaded meeting was over, and old Lady +Alva by her kindliness and good sense set everyone at their +ease. She would not listen to Aunt Betty’s complaints and +mournings, nor did she allow her to prognosticate evil, as +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">[223]</span> +had been her depressing habit of late. The house increased +in cheerfulness because of her presence, and my dear lady +had in her a firm supporter through all her troubles.</p> + +<p>This being so, it was proposed that Betty should return +to Dysart for a time taking me with her, as my lady was +anxious to have news of her father. The old lord was +grieving sorely over the downfall of his hopes; and the exile +of his son, which, it was feared, might be permanent, added +to his anxieties and cares. The state of Scotland was +indeed to be deplored. From Stirling to Inverness there +was nothing but desolation, for it was as if a marauding +army had swept it bare. “The Dutch,” as one gentleman +wrote, “have not left a chair, or a stool, nor a barrel, nor a +bottle, <i>enfin</i> nothing undestroyed, and the English troops +very little more merciful.” General Cadogan had been +ordered north to the Highlands to hunt for the Rebel +Lords, and to bring the clans into subjection; but before +going he sent out invitations to the ladies of Edinburgh to +a Ball. Oh, how my poor Betty raged and stormed when +she heard of this outrage, for so she considered it! +“How,” she cried, “could women think of dancing when +half the country was mourning in desolation?” They might +rejoice that the Rising had failed, but to dance and play +over its grave was a heartless and monstrous thing to do, +and she longed to go straight to the General and give him +her mind on the subject. She called him Nero from that +day forward, and never could she hear him mentioned +without some bitter word.</p> + +<p>The Duke of Argyle, “having gloriously finished the most +laborious and hard campaign that ever was known” (so the +prints had it) had set out for London, leaving Cadogan +in command, but we did not know (nor he either, poor +gentleman) that he was actually deprived of his post as +Commander-in-Chief in favour of his subordinate; and even +we, against whom he had fought, regretted this step, for his +Grace had proved himself a very generous and tender +enemy; and from all we could gather, his humiliation came +through the jealousy of his rival, the Duke of Marlborough, +in whom, as you know, we never put any great trust.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span></p> + +<p>It was in the coach on our road to Dysart that Betty +spoke out to me of her terrible grief and disappointment. +I had found her very unlike herself during this visit to +Alva, silent and melancholy, but knowing what ample +reason she had for low spirits, I had passed it without +comment. It was when she caught sight of the ships in +the Forth that she began to speak.</p> + +<p>“Oh, Barbara!” she sighed, “to think how high our +hopes were when last I passed this way, and now it is all at +an end. My heart is nearly broken!”</p> + +<p>I had no words to comfort her, I could only listen.</p> + +<p>“Do you remember last May how confident we were? +What gay visions danced before our eyes! How we +believed in those who have since proved so frail and feeble, +and scorned those who spoke of dangers and defeat, and +were bitterly angry if any hinted at failure! Why has God +dragged us through such humiliation; what has been +gained? Why did He let us attempt this thing if He +meant only to overthrow us in the end? It is cruel—cruel, +I say. I would not so have treated those who +trusted me!”</p> + +<p>“Why, Bess, my dear, your words are wild!” I cried, +but she went on unheeding.</p> + +<p>“And oh, that poor unhappy King, how my heart bleeds +for him! He is innocent, but he will be blamed; honest, +but they will call him a traitor; kind-hearted, but they will +remember him as a monster; courageous, but he is already +branded as a coward. No man was ever so bamboozled, +so entangled, so misguided. And Barbara,” she added, +darkly, “I know who led him astray. I know whom we +have to thank for the humiliation, the anger, the bitter grief +and suffering; and tho’ I will name no names, in my heart +I feel that my poor brother was right, though he too is a +sufferer in spite of his wisdom.”</p> + +<p>I knew very well what she meant, and told her I agreed +with her, though it was hard, I said, to believe that all our +trouble had come from <i>one</i> man’s mismanagement.</p> + +<p>“Ay,” she answered doubtfully, “I catch your meaning, +and perhaps the causes are numerous and far-reaching, but +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">[225]</span> +I keep my opinion of one man’s worth, and I could name +a dozen who could have brought the affair to a more +successful issue.”</p> + +<p>“Think you, Betty,” I asked, “that your brother, the +Master, will be attainted, and poor Sir John, and Mr. +Paterson and Lady Jean’s husband? I am in great grief +for them.”</p> + +<p>“No one can tell yet what will be done,” she said, “but +if it is so, I feel if I should like to leave Britain, and never +see or speak to one of my Whig neighbours again. I used +to like my Lord Rothes very well, but I love the old +Colonel, and cannot bear to think of him in the Fleet, +while my lord is Governor of Stirling Castle.”</p> + +<p>“What says my Lord Wemyss?” I ventured. “Have +you seen him since the departure of the King?”</p> + +<p>“No,” cried Betty, very proudly. “He writ me a letter +full of gratitude, thanking me in very kind words, I must +own, for my care of his poor young son—oh, Barbara, I did +so grieve to see him die! But ’twas just after the King’s +landing and my mind was fixed upon him. <i>Afterwards</i> my +lord wrote again asking if he could be of help to us in our +misfortune, which so riled me (for my heart was very sore) +that I answered him with hot and bitter words.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Betty!” I cried, “I am sure he meant it kindly.”</p> + +<p>“Very likely,” she replied, “but there are times when +even kindness is unkind. Let us not talk of my Lord +Wemyss; there are other subjects more agreeable.”</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">[226]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXV"> + CHAPTER XXV + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'> + TELLS OF AN UNEXPECTED MEETING, AND A GLAD + SURPRISE FOR BARBARA</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>We found the household at the Hermitage very dull and +dumpish; they seemed like people who had received a +shock from which they had not yet recovered. My lord +spoke little, and looked to my eyes many years older and +feebler than when I saw him last. David Pitcairn came +about the house as usual, making himself useful to the old +man, whose younger sons, being engaged in affairs of their +own, could not be much with him; and Mistress Mary, +who was never very healthy, was staying with her sister at +Newbyth.</p> + +<p>The only news of interest that reached us, consisted in +the reports from time to time of the safe arrival in France, +or Sweden, or Holland, of this or that fugitive about whom +we had been in anxiety. But so far we had heard nothing +of the Marquis of Tynemouth and his friends, and my mind +was divided between fears of the hardships they must be +enduring among the mountains, and hopes that they were +already far away in a safe country. My Lord Huntly had +given himself up and made terms for himself with the +Government, but the Earl of Seaforth, whose name was +coupled with his as a traitor to the Cause, had in reality +withdrawn his submission, and was now retired to the Isle +of Lewis with his men.</p> + +<p>A few days after our arrival at Dysart there was a +great storm of rain, which lasted so continuously that the +last shred of snow disappeared from the earth. It was in +truth the ushering in of the summer, early though it was, +for from that time the weather never went back, but continued +bright, warm and genial, with light winds and occasional +life-giving showers, all through that year. It seemed as if +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">[227]</span> +it had been sent to compensate us for the long and terrible +winter, for the summer of 1716 proved one of the most +bounteous seasons within the memory of man.</p> + +<p>While it lasted, however, the rain was dreary enough, and +day after day we looked out upon a grey and sullen sea, +shut in by mists and low hanging clouds from any view of the +opposite coast; and night after night we listened to the rain +beating on our window-panes, and thought of our friends, +perhaps in want of shelter, and dreamed pitiful dreams +which haunted us in our waking hours. It was a dreary +week at Dysart.</p> + +<p>One night after supper, as I went to my chamber to fetch +some work, I was stopped by the sound of low, continuous +knocking at the door I have told you of at the foot of the +turret-stair. It brought to my mind that night when my +dear lady recognised her husband’s knock, and ran, in spite +of my terror, to open to him; but so much had passed +since then, that though I was startled, I had no sense of +personal fear, knowing well that none but friends, and +generally those in distress, would come to the house that +way. For this reason I did not hesitate, but placing my +taper in a niche of the wall, went hurriedly down the +twisted stair, and paused for a moment at the back of the +door. The rain was still falling though not so heavy, and +behind the clouds there was a waning moon whose light +came dimly through the grated window above me. I drew +back the bolt cautiously and lifted the latch. The door +was pushed open from without, and a man entered +quickly, shutting it behind him.</p> + +<p>“Forgive me, madam!” he whispered, “but there is +danger.”</p> + +<p>I fell back against the wall, dumbfoundered, for the man +was none other than Anthony Fleming.</p> + +<p>For a few moments we gazed at each other in silence, +and then without warning I flung my arms about him and +lifted my face to his. He kissed me like one in a dream.</p> + +<p>“You!” I gasped. “You—and <i>here</i>! I thought you +were over seas. Oh, thank God you are safe. Last night +I dreamed that I found you again, wounded and nigh to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">[228]</span> +death, and my pillow was wet when I awoke. Whence +came you? You are not ill? Oh, how I have prayed that +God would send you back, and now you are come, out of +the mist and rain, straight to my arms. How good He is—how +good! But you—you did not know I loved you, dear +heart; I let you go so coldly. I have longed, oh longed, +to tell you the truth; will you believe it now? I am yours +for ever and ever; no one on earth shall ever come +between us.”</p> + +<p>And then my breath gave out and the tears came, and I +laid my face upon his breast, trembling and weeping.</p> + +<p>As for him he spoke no word; but he held me in his +arms, closer and closer, as if he would keep me there for +ever, and I felt his kisses on my hair, and heard the great +throbs of his heart beating against my arm.</p> + +<p>At that moment there was no room in all my being for +anything but joy and thankfulness; but sometimes in +looking back upon this scene, I have been troubled and +have blushed hotly, as a woman will even in solitude, +remembering my bold and free surrender. Did Mr. +Fleming hesitate to speak, because of it, deeming my +conduct perhaps unmaidenly? I have never dared to ask +him, but I trust he has forgotten it long ago.⁠<a id="FNanchor_1_1" href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> + +<div class='footnotes'> +<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1" href="#FNanchor_1_1" class="label">[1]</a> I have not forgotten it, my sweet wife, nor shall, “while memory +holds her seat.” ’Twas a moment to thank God for, and only a sense of +my own unworthiness kept me silent.</p> + +<p class='right pr1'> + A. F. +</p></div></div> + +<p>Whatever it boded I could not bear his silence. I have +heard that women mostly love to voice their emotion, while +with men it often renders them speechless.</p> + +<p>“Will you not speak to me, Anthony?” I said. “Will +you not say you are glad to see me?”</p> + +<p>I had lifted my face to look at him, and though the +light was dim, for the first and only time in my life I saw +tears in my dear love’s eyes.</p> + +<p>“Glad, sweetheart?” he murmured, “’tis like getting +into Heaven.”</p> + +<p>And after that I did not mind the silence. It lasted but +a minute, and then he unclasped my hands, and putting +me from him, gazed at me intently.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">[229]</span></p> + +<p>“Is my Lady Erskine here?” he said. “Tell me, +Barbara, who is with you in the house?”</p> + +<p>I told him, still speaking low, and then asked him what +was the danger he feared.</p> + +<p>“Tis not for myself, dear love, though I suppose it +extends to us all. But there is one whose life is infinitely +precious, for whom I came to beg shelter. I know my +Lord Sinclair is as safe as he is kind, and Mistress Betty is +well reputed among us for her loyalty. It is—”</p> + +<p>“Stop!” I cried. “Do not tell me here. Let us +hasten to Betty’s boudoir that she may hear the news first, +whatever they are. Oh, come, I cannot bear to delay a +moment.”</p> + +<p>Breathless with excitement and anxiety, I had almost +forgotten my own share in the event, but stopped at the +door of Betty’s room to give my friend a smile and a +kindly look. Then I opened the door and entered hurriedly. +Betty was sitting by the fire, and on seeing us rose quickly. +Her face, which at first was fixed in surprise, flushed +suddenly when she recognised her visitor, and she came +forward to meet him with hands outstretched.</p> + +<p>“You, Mr. Fleming?” she cried. “How come you +here, and whence? We have been much exercised about +your safety, but thought you were gone to France some +days ago. Are you alone?”</p> + +<p>“Madam,” said Mr. Fleming, “I am not, and I will tell +you in a few words why I am here. It is the young +Marquis of Tinmouth and his uncle for whom I beg shelter. +They are in hiding in a wood about a quarter of a mile +from the house. I am sent to acquaint my Lord Sinclair +with the matter, and if it is safe I am to return at once and +tell them.”</p> + +<p>Oh, how my dear Betty’s eyes lit up with joy! To think +that there was still a chance for her to show her loyalty, +and do some little thing for the Cause; to receive the King’s +young relative and keep him safe, to plan and further his +escape. All this appealed to her keenly and set her blood +a-tingling with pleasure. Bidding us wait where we were +she ran to give her father the news, and when we were +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">[230]</span> +alone, I was able to look at my dear with calmer eyes, and +to see, alas! how worn and thin he had become.</p> + +<p>“Worse, far worse, than when you departed from Alva,” +cried I.</p> + +<p>He laughed a little. “And small wonder, Sweet; when +one has spent some weeks in the mountains, exposed to +hunger and cold and wind and rain, and burdened by the +dread of capture, it is not easy to keep flesh on one’s bones, +or preserve a fresh and ruddy countenance.”</p> + +<p>“Have you been without proper shelter ever since the +departure of the King?” I asked in amazement.</p> + +<p>“Most of the time,” he answered. “We could not get +away from Peterhead, because of a man-of-war which kept +watch to prevent us. We went to Castle Gordon, where +we spent a few days, and then with the other lords withdrew +westward. I will not tell you of all our trials, my dearest; +but though our young master bore them all with a very +cheerful spirit, we could see that they were telling on his +strength. He is not much more than a boy, and has never +known what hardship and exposure mean. At last it was +decided that he should try to make his way south to +Edinburgh, I being sent as guide; so, travelling by night and +hiding by day, we were directed to this house, whence we +hope to get shipped to France. I knew that if the family +were at home we should be taken care of, but I little +guessed the blessed welcome that was waiting here for me.”</p> + +<p>And with that he put his arm again around me, and we +stood gazing into the fire in blissful silence, till Betty’s step +was heard returning.</p> + +<p>I will leave you to imagine how the old house woke up +that night from its melancholy. Very quickly Mr. Fleming +was despatched to bring in the weary wanderers, and meanwhile +rooms were made ready to receive them, great fires +lighted to warm them, and garments brought from every +wardrobe in the house to replace their worn and sodden +clothing. A great supper was quickly prepared, for good-will +made all hands work fast, and in the hearts of men and +women alike pity for the fugitives brought the desire to +help and comfort them. It was thought safer to let them +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">[231]</span> +enter by the turret-door; but my lord received them at the +top of the winding stair, and himself conducted the young +Marquis to his chamber, where with the aid of a warm bath +and dry clothing, the young gentleman was able to make +himself more comfortable than he had been, I should +imagine, for many weeks past.</p> + +<p>When he entered the dining-room with his host, attired +in a suit of purple velvet with ruffles of lace, belonging to +one of Betty’s brothers, we could scarce take our eyes off his +face, even in performing our lowest curtseys, so charmed +were we with his gallant bearing and his modest and +pleasant looks. When Betty very prettily bade him welcome +to her father’s house, and said how honoured they were at +the trust reposed in their family, he blushed like the boy he +was, and stammered out that the honour was his alone. +He looked at the well-spread board, the blazing fire, the +lighted room, and giving a little laugh he said, with a slight +foreign accent that rendered his speech very attractive,</p> + +<p>“If you could know the contrast, madam, of my surroundings +this night with those of the last few weeks, you +would understand very well that the gratitude is all on my +side.”</p> + +<p>“What horrors you must have endured, my lord,” cried +Betty. “Oh, I fear you will bear away with you but a +bitter remembrance of our inhospitable country.”</p> + +<p>“Nay, madam,” he answered with a graceful gesture, +“you have set aside that possibility for ever. But here,” +he went on, “is my good uncle, Colonel Bulkeley, who has +shared my vicissitudes; and I need not introduce to you +our faithful friend, Captain Anthony Fleming, without +whom we should, I fear, have been still longer in reaching +this haven of refuge.”</p> + +<p>These gentlemen now entered the room, and it was with +great joy that I noticed the improvement in Mr. Fleming’s +looks, who, now that he had performed his toilette, +seemed neither so ill nor so haggard as I had thought him. +Thin he was and worn with his hardships, but the glad look +in his eyes gave him an air of restfulness and satisfaction +which had before been wanting.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">[232]</span></p> + +<p>Colonel Bulkeley was a tall, stout man with a full, high-coloured +face. ’Twas difficult to believe that he had +endured the same trials that had left the younger men so +thin and pale. With my foolish woman’s caprice, I took +an instant dislike to the brave Colonel, though he made his +bow to us very low, and addressed Betty in a courteous +and gentlemanly way. Still there was about him an air of +dogged superiority, which, coupled with a somewhat hectoring +manner, made him a man of uneasy temper for other +men to deal with. And even that first night as we sat +through supper, I found myself wondering how this +person came to be related to the young Marquis of +Tinmouth, than whom it would have been difficult to +find a more sweet-tempered, modest and agreeable young +man.</p> + +<p>They told us now more particularly of their adventures, +taking the precaution to speak French while the servants +were in the room, and gave us to understand that the +country-people, in the districts through which they had +passed, were all well-affected towards the King. Most of +them, it must be owned, blamed the Earl of Mar for their +misfortunes, and for the disastrous ending of our hopes; for +they held a firm belief that King James could have recovered +them from the troubles brought about by the +Union, and caused Scotland to enjoy a peace and prosperity +to which she had long been a stranger. The fugitives had +been directed from one house or cottage to another, and +the poor folk, as well as the rich, had, they said, given them +ungrudgingly of their scant provisions, besides sheltering +them from observation during the daylight.</p> + +<p>It was with a very thankful heart that Barbara laid her +head upon her pillow that night, but for some time she +could not sleep for joy of thinking of the safety of her +friend, and wonder that the same roof should shelter them +both. The rain still beat on the window, but she heeded +it no longer, or only to give a passing thought of pity to +any poor wanderers still abroad; and though she knew that +in a day or two at most the dreaded parting must come +again, she put the knowledge away from her as only the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_233">[233]</span> +young can do, and hugged her present happiness close to +her heart.</p> + +<p>On the following day we held a council as to the best +manner of assisting our friends in their project of leaving +Scotland. And though one would have thought that in the +presence of his host, Colonel Bulkeley should have withheld +his own opinion, and paid a graceful deference to what was +proposed, I cannot tell you that it was so. Several times that +gentleman contradicted my lord without apology, and was +for insisting that his plan, namely, to go himself to Burntisland, +and there charter a ship to carry them to France, was +the best that could be thought on. This my lord denied, saying +very truly that the Government was keeping strict watch +on all the ports in the Forth, and in so small a place the risk +he ran of being recognised was too great, and it was a relief to +me when Betty very gently, but firmly backed his opinion.</p> + +<p>“You have placed yourselves in our care, sir,” said she +with a smile, “and you must, if you please, leave it to us to +get rid of you.”</p> + +<p>She spoke so sweetly that no man without rough +discourtesy could have withstood her, and turning to my +Lord Tinmouth she went on.</p> + +<p>“This, my lord, is our project. To send a trusted +messenger to Edinburgh to acquaint Captain Straton of your +lordship’s presence. He is in communication with all the +honest seamen who traffic between this country and the +Continent, and it is to him we must leave the final +arrangements of your departure. The friend we have in +view is one who has already aided the King’s Cause, and +who, being often engaged in ordinary business for my +father between this and Edinburgh, can go and come +without suspicion being aroused.”</p> + +<p>“Madam,” said the young Marquis, when she had +finished, “I am ready to put myself and my affairs in your +hands, knowing well that your loyal and kindly concern for +all the King’s friends will lead you to do the best you can +for us, and I am sure that my uncle,” turning courteously +to Colonel Bulkeley, “will be satisfied with any arrangements +that you make.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">[234]</span></p> + +<p>The gallant Colonel was obliged for the moment to +acquiesce and we heard no more of his objections at that +time, but later we were told, both by Captain Straton and +David Pitcairn, that he put forward many difficulties and +found much fault even with those who were doing their best +to be serviceable to him.</p> + +<p>The trusted messenger of whom Betty spoke was, of +course, the faithful David, who, on arriving at the house +the next morning, was informed of what had taken place, +and readily consented to undertake the part allotted to +him. Some days passed, however, before anything could be +settled, for the authorities were very vigilant at that time to +prevent the escape of any rebels, and the Marquis of +Tinmouth was a prize worth capturing. Many projects +were brought forward and abandoned, and several ships’ +masters, being interviewed, either declined the job, or +found themselves so closely watched that it was impossible +for them to undertake it.</p> + +<p>You may be sure that Barbara, for one, did not chafe at +the delay, for the presence of her lover in the house was +like sunshine to her; and in the peaceful hours they spent +together, the young love that was as yet but a tender +plant was nurtured and cultivated between them, till it +grew into the perfect thing that has comforted and +beautified their whole lives. You must not forget that +there was in our intercourse a strain of that pathetic doubt +as to the ultimate fruition of our happiness, which +chastened our joy and tinged it with a wild, sweet pain. +We spoke of the future at times with confidence and +faith, but would check ourselves sharply at the thought +that it might never be ours. Still, for the most part, I +think that the high spirits and hopes of youth forbade us +to despair, and the shadow of parting for an indefinite +time, while it wrung our hearts with grief, served to draw +us more closely together, and make a grave and steadying +back-ground to our present bliss.</p> + +<p>My dear Betty, who was in our confidence and greatly +in sympathy with us both, spent her time in cultivating +the acquaintance of my Lord Tinmouth, who, she assured +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">[235]</span> +me, amply fulfilled the expectations she had entertained +of him. His manners were so modest and so charming, +his conversation so sensible and diverting, as to make +him a very pleasant inmate of the house. My Lord +Sinclair found him also a companion to his mind, and +was surprised at his knowledge of books, his youthful +judgment, and his attention to business. In fact it would +be impossible to describe the general favour he met with, +from old and young of both sexes, for the qualities of his +mind and person.</p> + +<p>We four spent many agreeable hours in Betty’s boudoir, +while we ladies bent over our tambour-frames, and the +gentlemen entertained us with an account of their +adventures, or descriptions of the life in France and +Holland. My Lord Tinmouth spoke one day, in his +frank and boyish manner, of the match which was being +arranged for him with a Spanish young lady of the highest +quality and a great fortune, no less than the sister of the +most noble Duke of Varagua. He told us that he had +of course never seen the young lady, but was informed that +she was pretty and amiable, and a portrait was being +painted of her to send him for his gratification.</p> + +<p>Forgetting to whom I spoke, I raised my head sharply +from my work.</p> + +<p>“And are you satisfied, my lord, to bind yourself for +life to a lady whom you have never seen, and who may +prove not at all to your taste?”</p> + +<p>“Why yes, madam,” he answered, smiling at me +pleasantly: “the friends who have arranged the marriage +are certain to have chosen well, and you must remember +that the same doubt and uncertainty exist for Doña Inez +as for myself. It is possible she may not be pleased +with me.”</p> + +<p>“I think there is not much danger of that,” said Betty, +looking at him very kindly, “and you forget, Barbara, +<i>autre pays, autre mœurs</i>; young ladies in France and +Spain are never allowed to choose for themselves in so +weighty a matter as matrimony.”</p> + +<p>“Oh,” I sighed, with a look at my Anthony, who +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">[236]</span> +was watching me, “but I think it is by far the best +way.”</p> + +<p>I saw a flicker of doubt pass over my lord’s young face, +and his smile was a little wistful as he said, “It must be +wonderfully pleasant, to be sure!”</p> + +<p>“Ay, but it has its disadvantages, my lord!” cried +Betty, briskly. “Even young people are not always +infallible. I prophesy that your marriage will be a very +happy one, and I only wish I could think we might see +you and Doña Inez together one day in Scotland.”</p> + +<p>“And I on my part, madam, can promise, that for any +friend of yours who comes to Spain, my house will ever be +open and my welcome of the warmest.”</p> + +<p>At last the summons came for our guests to be ready +on the morrow, to go disguised into Edinburgh, and take +up their abode in the house of a faithful servant of Captain +Straton. The latter gentleman was indisposed, which +added to the difficulties of the case; and being in great +concern for the safety of the young Marquis (who, by the +way, went by the name of Mr. Barnes), he spent many +days and nights in nervous anxiety, till he could form a +plan that would finally and quietly dispose of him and his +friends. Our good David Pitcairn came and went, untired +and undismayed, taking his commands from Betty as +usual, making at the same time his own sagacious +suggestions, and amply repaid for all his trouble by the +kindness of her smile, and the gratitude in her eyes.</p> + +<p>The gentlemen were to cross the Firth under cover of +the darkness, and my lord’s own boatmen were to row +them over. My dear Anthony and I had made our +adieux in private before the hour of starting, and nothing +remained for us but the last embrace, a choking sigh, a few +whispered words, and, on my part, I fear, some tears that +would not be suppressed. The household, led by Betty, +made no secret of their regret at parting with “Mr. Barnes,” +who took leave of his host and hostess with words of the +most courteous gratitude. We felt as sad as though parting +with a long-loved friend, and for his sake even included +Colonel Bulkeley in our affectionate lamentations. It was +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">[237]</span> +a still, moonless night. The three, accompanied by David, +crept down the rugged steps to the water; and as we, +watching from above, saw the boat, propelled by muffled +oars in strong accustomed hands, steal out upon the black +water and disappear in the darkness, I know not if Betty’s +sigh or mine were the deepest.</p> + +<p>Three days later we hailed the return of David Pitcairn +with relief. He had had orders from Betty to stay with +our friends till the last, and early that morning he had +seen them safe on board a Dutch ship, which sailed from +Leith about one or two o’clock, and, as we learned later, +landed them safely in Holland, from which they made their +way to France. He did not forget to tell us that Mr. +Straton had fallen under the spell of young “Mr. Barnes,” +even as we did, while his dislike of poor Colonel Bulkeley +appears to have exceeded our own.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">[238]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"> + CHAPTER XXVI + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>BARBARA IS ACCUSED OF CRUELTY AND INDISCRETION</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>The day after this we returned to Alva, bearing with us a +request from my Lord Sinclair to his daughter Catherine, +that she would come and make her abode with him in the +meantime, and in the absence of his eldest son, help him +in the management of his estate. This my lady, though +greatly touched by the old gentleman’s trust in her, knew +was impossible, for indeed her presence was required at +Alva for many reasons, and she judged rightly that her first +duty was to her husband and his affairs. So far as our own +case was concerned things were growing easier, for after representing +as strongly as she could, the wrongs she had +suffered in the loss of cattle, fowls, and fodder, to those +whose influence might be exercised in her favour, my lady +was relieved of this burden in the surest way possible. +Her brother-in-law, Mr. Haldane of Gleneagles, though +strongly against the Rebellion, and keen about all measures +for punishing the offenders, yet suffered his family affection +to mitigate his severity in the case of Sir John’s family. It +was by his means that General Cadogan was prevailed upon +to grant a protection to my Lady Erskine to prevent her +being plundered any further, and her nephew, Mr. James +Haldane, arrived one day from Edinburgh to give notice of +the same to Lord Rothes at Stirling Castle. This, as you +can imagine, was a vast relief; and as the same privilege +was extended to my Lady Jean at Bannockburn, and to +Lady Keir, our hearts were set at rest on their account +also.</p> + +<p>Now I must tell you that some time back, when she first +began to have doubts of the wisdom and ultimate success +of the Rising, my Lady Erskine had conceived a secret +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">[239]</span> +project which, with great good sense, she kept as much as +possible to herself and a few friends. Since the Battle of +Sheriffmuir the working of the Silver Mine had been given +up, on account of the danger of discovery from any of Argyle’s +men who then over-ran the hills. But after hearing from +Sir John in the beginning of the year, my lady sent one +day for Mr. Hamilton, and after pledging him to secrecy, +and telling him she believed in his loyalty to her and her +house, enough to trust him with an important matter, she +divulged her plan for securing the riches of the Mine.</p> + +<p>She made him overseer of four miners (though up till +now he had but superintended the smelting of the ore), +and these he set to work in the mine, which work, +being underground and well watched, was kept very +private.</p> + +<p>As the ore was lifted it was stored in casks, hogsheads, +or barrels, which were buried in a vast hole that my lady +caused to be dug on the north-west side of the house just +by the gate. They had managed in this way to hide some +forty tons of ore, when one morning Mr. Hamilton appeared +at the house to say that, so far as he could see, the +vein they were working had given out, and he wished to +know if Lady Erskine advised any further excavation to be +made. As this would have entailed a good deal of expense, +my lady, after consulting with Mr. Erskine, decided that +at present the work should be given up, which she did +with the more ease of mind that certain rumours had got +abroad of untold riches to be found on Sir John’s estate. +The great hole in the broad walk having attracted some +attention, she made it known that ’twas only one of Sir +John’s mad notions, which was not likely to be of much +use, and this according with the country people’s opinion +of my guardian’s projects, the gossip soon died down, and +we hoped the danger was past. I believe that with the +treasure they collected my lady had framed the notion of +being able, when the time was ripe, to purchase Sir John’s +full pardon from the King, and in this idea Mr. Erskine +and Mr. Campbell encouraged her. It was necessary, however, +to keep its very existence private, until all danger of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">[240]</span> +the knight’s being attainted was past, seeing that, if his +name appeared upon the Black List, his whole estate was +forfeit to the Crown. In the event of this happening, my +lady then designed to unearth the casks, and by disposing +of the contents in a profitable manner, to be able to follow +her husband to the Continent, where they might live comfortably +with their children for the rest of their lives.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>About a week after our return from Dysart, I was walking +one morning with little Hal down the glen, where by +Heaven’s kind providence I had found my dear Anthony, +when Mr. Hamilton met us, and accosted me with his +usual cordiality. Now, to tell the truth, I had almost forgotten +that I had ever had even a slight interest in this +young gentleman; and though when we met we were +friendly enough, my heart being fully occupied by the +thought of another, it left me very indifferent to strangers. +I was therefore surprised when he said rather abruptly,</p> + +<p>“I have something of a private nature to say to you, +Mistress Barbara; can you not send the child away?”</p> + +<p>“What!” cried I, laughing, with no thought of what was +coming, “have you a secret to divulge? Run, Hal, and +gather some of those pretty anemones for Cousin Barbara.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose you have by now,” said Hamilton, “discovered +the meaning of my words last summer as to your +gaining wisdom about many things.”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes,” I answered slowly, thinking of all that I had +gained since then, “I fancy we are all a year wiser.”</p> + +<p>“And sadder?” said he.</p> + +<p>“Ah, no!” I cried, softly, “not sadder.”</p> + +<p>“Are you then,” he exclaimed eagerly, “on the other +side? Have you seen the folly of that mad attempt; do +you realise the character of the man you imagined had +come to rule us? Are you relieved at the issue of events? +How glad I am, Mistress Barbara, to find you so sensible.”</p> + +<p>“Nay, sir,” cried I, quite startled out of my private +thoughts; “I protest I do not understand you.”</p> + +<p>“Why, mistress,” said he, puzzled in his turn, “if you +are not saddened by the failure of the Rising, it must +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">[241]</span> +needs be because you think it a lucky providence that it +did not succeed. What else can you mean?”</p> + +<p>“The Rising! Forgive me, Mr. Hamilton, I was +thinking of other things. But how,” said I, “can you +possibly imagine that I am not grieved to the heart by +the terrible happenings of the past six months, and bitterly +disappointed at the departure of the King? Can I know +of the sufferings and imprisonment of so many good +friends, the deaths, the losses, the anxiety; can I watch +my dear lady’s sad face day after day, with the knowledge +of the pain she bears in her brave heart, and not be +saddened myself? I should indeed be callous beyond +belief were such a thing possible!”</p> + +<p>“Nay, madam,” he said, “I pray you to believe I had +no such thought. I myself am grieved enough for the +calamities that have been brought upon the country, +both public and private; but I hoped that you did at +last see how wrong and mistaken was the Rebellion, and +what a miserable dastard is the man whom they sought +to put upon the throne of Britain.”</p> + +<p>“Stop!” cried I, “I will not hear the King slandered. +Misled, mismanaged, he certainly was, but dastard—no!”</p> + +<p>“But can you believe he would make a good king?” +cried he. “Would not his accession plunge us into all +the horrors of Romanism? You cannot deny, madam, +that the Chevalier is a Papist at heart.”</p> + +<p>“Why, what else would you expect him to be?” cried I. +“And Pretender as he is called, he has never pretended +to be willing to give up his religion for the sake of a +crown, as another might have done. He is honest, and +devoted to his Church, as a good man should be; but +he is no bigot either, for I have heard from Sir John that +he has a very liberal and open mind towards his Protestant +subjects, and I do not believe he would ever interfere +with their religion were he reigning over us.”</p> + +<p>“I must beg leave to differ from you, Mistress Barbara,” +replied Hamilton. “I have seen some friends who met +the Chevalier in the north, and were bitterly disappointed +in him. Did he not refuse to have <i>Grace</i> said at his table +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">[242]</span> +by any but his own private chaplain, though there were +both Presbyterian and Episcopalian clergymen present?”</p> + +<p>“Why,” returned I, “I think little of that. I doubt if +his Hanoverian Majesty would tolerate the benediction +of a Romish priest at the Royal table, though many of +them are his subjects.”</p> + +<p>“Certainly he would not!” cried Mr. Hamilton. +“’Twould be a monstrous wrong if he did!”</p> + +<p>“And if one man is to be upheld for his narrowness, +because he acts from a sense of right, why not another?” +cried I hotly. “Oh, I have no patience with such +prejudice! This cry about Religions is used but to mask +other things—politics, social ambition, party strife and +personal rancour.”</p> + +<p>By this time, walking slowly, with little Hal running +backwards and forwards round us, we had reached the +garden, which lay bare and orderly in the sunshine, with +only a few of the early spring flowers showing themselves +in the borders. When I looked at Mr. Hamilton’s face +after my last speech, I found he was smiling.</p> + +<p>“You are a brave and stout partisan, Mistress Barbara,” +said he, “and I should find it difficult to move you. As +it is, Providence hath ordained that the present dynasty +be established in Britain—”</p> + +<p>“For the time being,” murmured I.</p> + +<p>“And we must needs bow to that decree,” he went on +unheeding. “This, however, was not what I wished to +talk of. Will you pardon me for allowing myself to wander +so far from the subject at my heart, for indeed it is the chief +thought in my life at present, and has been for long.”</p> + +<p>“Pray, go on,” said I, somewhat coldly, for I was +ruffled by our discussion, and felt now more out of +sympathy with my companion than before.</p> + +<p>“It is now a year since first I saw you, madam, and I +make no secret of the fact that I was more struck by +your appearance than by that of anyone I ever met. +Since then all I have seen and heard of you confirms my +first impressions. You are the most charming woman +in the world, madam, and I beg you to be my wife.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">[243]</span></p> + +<p>Surprise, chagrin, and anger filled my breast, mingled +with a certain shame that I should have permitted this +man to go so far. I fear my reply was both pert and +rude.</p> + +<p>“You must think a vast deal of yourself, sir, if you +imagine you are worthy to be the husband of the most +charming woman in the world!”</p> + +<p>He laughed good-naturedly; he was too dense to +notice the disdain in my voice.</p> + +<p>“No one on earth is really worthy to hold that position, +madam; but I beg you to believe that I shall count myself +lucky should you dream of giving it to me.”</p> + +<p>“I fear,” said I shortly, “that that is impossible.”</p> + +<p>“Why impossible?” he cried, only half understanding. +“My family, madam, is as good as yours; my present +occupation is not to last for ever. I mean to establish +myself well, and gain a position that even you will not +disdain to share. Let me go to my lady this evening, +Barbara, and get her consent to our union.”</p> + +<p>How different—ah, how different was this man’s wooing!</p> + +<p>“Pardon me, sir,” I answered, “I cannot be your wife. +Oh, will you not understand and leave me in peace!”</p> + +<p>I spoke impatiently, for I wanted to be rid of him. +He stood before me, his face very white and set.</p> + +<p>“Listen, Barbara Stewart,” he said. “There is more +depending on your consent than you think. If you reject +me thus you will regret it, not so much for your own +sake as for some of the friends you love so well. Consider +well, my girl, before you decide. You would not care to +bring disaster upon this house. After to-day ’twill be +too late.”</p> + +<p>Angry, but scarcely alarmed, I drew myself up.</p> + +<p>“Do you dare to threaten me, sir?” I cried. “What +mean you? Or no, I do not care for your meanings; +what you have said is enough. If you think Barbara +Stewart would marry one who would stoop to injure any +human-being of set purpose and design, you know her very +little. I am indifferent to your threats, for I do not +believe in your power to do much harm.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">[244]</span></p> + +<p>In scorn and indignation I turned away, and calling to +little Henry I walked towards the house. James Hamilton +followed.</p> + +<p>“Is it thus you despise an honest man’s love, mistress?” +he said hoarsely. “Oh ho, my Lady Disdain, but the +day may come when you will wish that you had listened +more kindly. You think lightly of my power; you shall +see by-and-bye what it can do. Barbara!” he said, and his +voice broke as he laid his hand upon my arm. “You will +not be so cruel!”</p> + +<p>“Sir,” said I, stopping and speaking more gently, “I +have answered you, and I would beg you now to leave me. +In that you have honoured me by your regard, I thank +you. If I have hurt you, I ask your forgiveness; but a +woman’s love is not to be won by methods such as yours, +and I must own that your speeches this morning have put +me greatly out of sympathy with you as a friend.”</p> + +<p>I looked in his face, but found it hard to read. There +was an expression of regret certainly, mingled with discomfort +and doubt; but my woman’s instinct told me well +enough that behind this was no wounded heart of despairing +lover, and not even his next words moved me to belief.</p> + +<p>“Then farewell, mistress,” he said in a low voice; “you +have broken my life in two. Henceforth we go separate +ways. Heaven grant you tenderness to know how cruelly +you have used me!”</p> + +<p>Angered again by this accusation, I bowed to him without +reply, and walked away towards the house with the child +clinging to my hand.</p> + +<p>Seated at work next morning in the parlour, we were +listening amused to the chatter of the little boys, when +Charles gave a great sigh and exclaimed, “How I wish +my papa would come home! I do weary to see him.”</p> + +<p>“So do I, too!” cried Henry, with a sigh to match his +brother’s. “Tell me, mama, how many years is it since +my papa went away?”</p> + +<p>My lady put down her work to pat the curly head at +her knee, and sighed herself, though she laughed at the +childish question.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">[245]</span></p> + +<p>“The months are years to us who love him, are they +not, Hal?” she said. “We must pray God to send him +back to us very soon.”</p> + +<p>“I do,” cried Charles. “Last night I said in my +prayers, ‘Please, God, let my papa come home before +the trees are green.’ That will be very soon now, mama, +will it not?”</p> + +<p>Just then came a knock at the door, and one entered +to say that Mr. Hamilton waited without, desiring to speak +to her ladyship.</p> + +<p>“Very well, bid him come in!” said my lady; but on +hearing that he had something of a private nature to +communicate, she rose with a perturbed look and hurried +from the room.</p> + +<p>It was half-an-hour before she returned, and when she +did so, ’twas with a vexed and ruffled countenance. She +dismissed the children abruptly, and standing in front of +me, cried,</p> + +<p>“Well, Barbara, do you know the mischief you have +wrought?”</p> + +<p>Trembling and surprised, I dropped my needle and +looked at her.</p> + +<p>“Madam,” I stammered, “I am sorry; but you know +yourself, cousin, that I could not listen to Mr. Hamilton’s +proposals.”</p> + +<p>“And yet you encouraged him; you led him to believe +his suit was not in vain! You drew him on, only to have +the triumph of rejecting him. Was this the part of a +modest maiden, Barbara?”</p> + +<p>Wounded to the quick, and with the tears starting to +my eyes, I yet answered her with some spirit.</p> + +<p>“If Mr. Hamilton has told you this, madam, he has +done me great injustice. A year ago, I own, I wished him +to admire me—foolish girl that I was, all new to intercourse +with men—and accepted his small attentions with +a kind of pleasure. But since our return from Dysart last +October, I have never given him a look that he could +construe into interest of the faintest sort. I beg you to +believe, cousin, that Mr. Hamilton is a man it is not easy +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">[246]</span> +to flout. He thinks the whole world has as high an +opinion of him as he himself has; and if he has made up +his mind to establish himself in any woman’s favour, he +would be so firm in the belief of his success that the news of +his failure would come as a great shock to his pride.”</p> + +<p>I dried my eyes, for as I spoke my anger returned.</p> + +<p>“And even if his accusations were true, I take it, madam, +that ’tis not the part of a chivalrous gentleman to blame a +woman for his own conceited blunder. I have nothing +but contempt for the man. I never wish to speak to him +again.”</p> + +<p>“’Tis not likely that you will,” returned my lady, +gloomily; “he leaves Alva to-day.”</p> + +<p>“Leaves Alva?” cried I. “But how can he go and +abandon his work? How can he leave you alone?”</p> + +<p>“’Twill make it very uneasy for me,” she replied; “but +there is no more to be said. He is like a man wrong in +the head, and was neither to hold nor to bind, as the +saying is. I talked till I was tired, but his mind was made +up; he could not stay where he might see Mistress Stewart +any day. His heart was broken, he repeated, his life +spoiled.”</p> + +<p>“Pray, madam,” I entreated, “will you forgive me for +my share in this new trouble, and say you believe I am +not so much to blame! I cannot be happy to lie under +such an imputation in your eyes. I regret more than I +can say the annoyance it causes you, but I cannot heartily +believe that Mr. Hamilton is so greatly afflicted as he +pretends. All the time he was talking to me yesterday, I +felt that his speech did not ring true; ’twas as if he were +working himself into a passion to make an effect.”</p> + +<p>While I was speaking I was considering in my mind the +wisdom of repeating to my lady the threatening language +the man had used; but having no particular belief in it, and +not wishing to disturb her unnecessarily, I held my peace. +She pondered my last words for some time, and when she +spoke again, her voice had lost its coldness.</p> + +<p>“Why, Barbara,” she said, “to say truth, I doubted the +man myself. He was too violent, he talked too much. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">[247]</span> +At first I was so put about at the prospect of his leaving me +that I did not stop to reason, but now that I am calm +again, I acknowledge you are right to despise the way +James has behaved. So far as the Mine is concerned I +can trust him to be silent, and for his work I have +no doubt I shall find a successor. There is not much +to be done at present in any case, so perhaps after all he +will not be missed. Forget about him, child; he has taken +himself out of our life in a pet. ’Tis not likely he will +enter it again.”</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>“Ah!” cried Betty when she heard of it, “do you not +see now that I was right? Did I not warn you, Barbara, +of what he was capable, and tell you to be on your guard +with him? Well, thank heaven, he has done no harm, and +as my sister says, I do not suppose we shall ever see +him again. But, though I never liked the man, I am +amazed, I must own, at his ingratitude.”</p> + +<p>And so James Hamilton departed from Alva, hiding his +treachery under a very flimsy cloak, for, as you know, his +love for Barbara was only a blind, and his despair a mere +pretence to allow him to escape and work his wicked will.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER VII</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p>I begin to be impatient to hear from my Dear Life. This +is the fourth letter I have writ, and I have got but one. If +you are well I am very happy, but I have many melancholy +dreams about you which is occasioned by anxious concern to +have you easy in your mind, and satisfied with your present +state, which indeed is a great tryal but such as God in His +providence thinks fit to send us, and it is no small mercy in so +general a calamity that you are preserved and will have what +may make us live comfortably together. I must own it is not +easy for me to be at so great a distance from you, nor can I +have any prospect yet how soon I can be with you, until some +settlements be made in affairs here, which will take a +considerable time. I am doing in the meantime what is for +your interest.</p> + +<p>As for old W.’s work I am obligt to give it up yesterday, +until we be in a state of more freedom than we are at present, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">[248]</span> +and people began to suspect that there was something in it +more than ordinary that I continued it so long. My counsel +determined me in doing so, and they have some projects in +vein to secure all. I hope they will not all fail ... it’s +lucky for us P.C. is at London, and will be there for a great +while. His wife is gone home to lye, and designs to take her +two eldest children to London with her against June.</p> + +<p>Your mother is here and is very concerned about you, and +is very thankful you got so early off. In short, that supports +her in all the difficulties that occur, as it does me, for the +violence cannot always last, tho’ in the meantime it’s very hard +upon those that are in their hands. I am in great fear for J. +Paterson, for I am told that base wretch, Jock Muir, says his +house was the place of their meeting which makes his friends +afraid. I pity my poor sister, and when I think of her I think +my own sufferings easy. In short I am not to be pityed for +anything but being absent from you, for your friends have a +particular regard and concern for me, and Charls omits nothing +that can be for your interest, and I believe your sister Nell will +make her spouse (Mr. Haldane) do all that’s possible for you +att Court, and I hear he is much in favour at present. But +that family distinguish themselves in violence at present, tho’ +as to your particular (case) I believe they will do all that’s +possible. Your nephew, James, was here the other day, and +procured a protection for my house and all things I am +concerned in, which makes me easy. In the meantime I +believe there is some care taken to hinder your being denounct, +but I fear it will not doe, but if it could be done it would be an +advantage; but be it as it will there shall none of your stockin’ +be lost.</p> + +<p>If your brother Robin come to Holland with his master, +Charls has some thoughts of coming there, and desiring you to +meet them if you can do it with safety. Some people here +think it would be easy for Robin’s master to procure your +pardon, which I think should be done if possible; tho’ you +did not return to Britain for some time the interest of your +family and the present circumstances of your affairs require it, +but when your brothers and you meet you can talk freely of +that and other things.</p> + +<p>Andrew (Argyle) has lost the command of the troops here, +and Mr. Beggar (Cadogan) has got it. I wish Andrew had +known it sooner for it’s talkt Beggar had it seven weeks before +Andrew left this Country, and yesterday Mr. Beggar went +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">[249]</span> +northwards. Perth, Aberdeen, and Inverness are to be +fortified. If the common people who are still under arms will +now come to surrender they are to be allowed to go home, and +I hear some of the Clans have done so. In that case their +Heads will doe well to take care of themselves.... Colonel +Pary, and Mr. Balfour have given up themselves, my Lord +Rollo and several others of like degree, which is very surprising. +There came an order to the common prisoners either to choose +to stand their tryal or be sold to the plantations. I hear that +most have chosen rather to stand their tryal than live slaves. +Your fellow-travellers came south and were taken care of. I +doubt not you will hear of them soon. All our neighbours are +safe. Your boys are well and nothing shall be wanting that’s +fit for them; for their education I hop, one way or other, you +shall doe it to your own mind.</p> + +<p>I am in great grief for Kid (the King) and your freind Mill +(Mar), tho’ I think he is the only cause for all my sufferings, +but I find he is blamed by all sides. How far it’s just I know +not, but I shall never blame him, tho’ in my heart I cannot +but think he should not have taken such an affair upon him +without positive orders from Kid. However, in the meantime, +I could wish for your own sake you wold not be near Kid or +Mill, because that may be a hindrance to some projects which +we have in view; and since you may doe yourself and family +prejudice and can do them no service, it is but common +prudence to do so.</p> + +<p>I long to hear from my Dearest Life. May you be happy +always, and remember the only way to be kind to me is to take +care of yourself. I got a proposal from my father to come to +keep house to him, and bring my boys with me, or he will +come and board with me; but he wants me to manage his +estate in his son’s absence, both which proposals I have +rejected; and he says he will goe abroad. Where it will end I +know not.</p> + +<p>Charles salutes you and Betty, and your sons offer their +humble duty to you, and</p> + +<p class="right pr6">I am ever yours,</p> +<p class='right pr2'> my Dearest Soul. +</p> +</blockquote> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER VIII</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p class='right pr1'><i>March 23.</i></p> +<p> + <span class="smcap">My Dearest Life</span>, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>I received two of your letters this week which +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">[250]</span> +were most acceptable, one without a date, and the last of the +16th of March. By both I see all my letters have miscarry’d, +which does not a little vex me. You was not eight days out of +Britain when I writ first, and this is the fifth I have writ. I +have been so lucky to receive three letters from you, which is +no small comfort; but by your not receiving mine you have not +drawn for 100 pound I desired you to take from your factor, +and that you should be straitened is what I am very much +afraid of. Pray doe not want what is fit for you, for I hope in +God I shall always have (means) to supply you till I be so +happy (as) to see you again, which is what I very much long +for; and my absence from you is the only suffering I have, +but that I ought to submit to with cheerfulness when you are +well and out of danger. I must own the thought of your +safety has been a great support to mee, and as to other +particulars in my own affairs, the grief and concern I had for +others made me very easy about them, and hitherto there has +nothing happened in my little affairs that could make me +uneasy. I am still in my own house and looking carefully to +all things, and am so much of your mind, however dark things +may look at present, that both this place and the other +(Cambuswallace) may be possesst by you and yours, that I +have planted trees this season, and made up all the wants in +your hedges, and shall not omit to doe everything that can be +for your interest.</p> + +<p>Mr. R(ose) labours your own farms this year. As to your +debts of all kinds all care has been taken, and as I told you +before not one can lose a groat by you so you may be easy. +My being so much a stranger to your debts makes it a little +uneasy, but a little time will put that over. There is not a +thing I doe were it never so trifling, but I consult first whether +my friend would approve of this; and I daresay you would if +you saw my actings approved of, the most part if not all. +Your brother has been twice here, and does in every respect +act the part of a kind friend, and does not omit the least thing +that can be either useful or agreeable to me.</p> + +<p>I send you one enclosed from your mother. She is indeed +a kind woman, and tho’ she disapproves what you have done, +yet she cannot bear to have you blamed and reflected on, and +is as cheerful as ever I saw her, for she thinks there will be +favour got one way or other, and the family will be preserved. +And she hopes this may be a means to make you serious, +which I pray God it may, for afflictions are not sent in vain. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">[251]</span> +I pray earnestly that we may all have the right use of them, +and that seeing the uncertainty of all human things we may +seek what is more lasting.</p> + +<p>I am in hops our two good friends att London will not be in +danger. My poor sister writes they have few enemies, and if +her spouse is banished she will send for her children to goe +with him. There is many gentlemen given up themselves, +which I wonder much at. I think they have had no +encouragement to do so. Your fellow-travellers will be in +their own country again by this time, and a great many of +your friends. Poor Polmaise is dead. All your servants are +well. Some people think the clans can keep out a year, +others are afraid of them. There is no accounts yet since +Mr. Beggar went north. Your servant, Andrew S——t, came +safe here two months agoe; I writ to you of him before, and +desired to know if I should send him to you. If anything +can be done for you, it is not fit you be with Kid and Mill; +and since you cannot serve them, it’s but a reasonable +prudence not to give new provocations. P.C. is att London, +and will not fail to doe all that can be done, and your sister +Nell’s spouse I hear is much in favour. But they are very +violent tho’ I doubt not their good-will to you. Your children +are well. There shall be nothing wanting that’s fit for them, +and as for their education, I hop you shall do that yourself, +for if ever I be put from this place, I’ll come and bring them +with me; but I must own I do not expect to leave this place, +and I rather think you will be allowed to return, for things +cannot always continue, as they have been violent long, so the +contrary may now be hoped for.</p> + +<p>I blame you much that you do not tell me more of Kid, for +I have a great concern for him and great pity. As to my +health I am rather better than usual. The season is good, +and I am much in the fields, sometimes employed in business, +and thinking on the unhappy state of many different people +at other times, and reflecting on the mercy’s I daily meet with, +which are such as I should never forget, for I am not to be +pitied for anything but my being absent from you, which if I +suffer patiently God may in a little time give me the comfort +of being with you again.</p> + +<p>I think you should read much; I will recommend Monsieur +Paskal’s Thoughts to you, which I doubt not you will like. +Wishing my dear soul all manner of happiness, I am in all +sincerity,</p> + +<p class='right pr4'> + Yours.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">[252]</span></p> + +<p>Your friend Bess salutes you kindly. Pray be so kind to +me (as) to take good care of your self, and write frequently +when you see I doe not miss one.</p> + +<p> + Apri. 4. +</p> +</blockquote> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER IX</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p> + My Dearest Life, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>I am uneasy you have never got any of my +letters and I am much afraid you are in want of money. I +have writ six letters since you left Britain, and in every one of +them beg’d (you) to cause your factor to draw upon his correspondent +for 100 pound. Pray do not want what is +necessare nor be afraid of want, for I hop we shall always +have enough. I am told things have a better aspect of late +and I am hopfull our friends att London will be safe. As to +the fortunes, if things should come to the worst, I hop we shall +still have what will give us what is needful for Life. In the +meantime I am as easy at home as I can be when absent from +you. I must own that is the greatest part of my suffering but +I dare not allow myself to think of itt. When I consider how +mercifully you have been preserved, and that you have a good +country and liberty, the sad state of many good people has +hitherto affected me so much, I thought myself happy in comparison. +Your friends have been very careful to doe me all +manner of kindness, and I am very sure I am to be as little +pityed as any in my state. I have had 3 of your letters which +gave me great comfort. I wish both of us may be thankful +for every degree of mercy we meet with, and submitt with +chearfulness to what Providence orders for us.</p> + +<p>I was some time perfectly incapable of doeing anything +being so much overwhelmed with greif, but saw soon the folly +and fault of giving way to it, and am now doing all I can to be +usefull to you in your present circumstances. I hope God will +bless my indeavors for I shall endeavor to doe the best without +anxiety which I have been too long liable to. I shall be glad +to hear you are well in your country retreat, and are contented +with your present state. Your mother has been here, and +writ to you in my last letter. She is both cheerfull and easy. +Her concern was great till you was gone, but she has none now, +for she does not doubt your family will be preserved and she +hopes this will make you good.</p> + +<p>I told you in my last old W.’s work was given up; it went +off, and we thought it a good opportunity because of impertinent +people talking, and both Ch. and P.C. have several +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">[253]</span> +projects in vein to secure itt. How or what way things will be +no body can yett guess, but if you are preserv’d I fear nothing. +For your boys I have not the least concern or fear they will +ever want. They are young, and there may be many changes +before they are men.</p> + +<p>I have planted trees and put all the hedges to rights, and +shall not fail to take all manner of care that nothing you have +done be lost. I find my Counsel think I have too much land +in my own hand, and they incline I should let out in Tenantry +the place I do not live at. I must own I think I have more to +do than I can well manage, but I fear you will lose all you +have laid out, and it will not give so much now to let it as it +might do sometime afterwards; but I have no money to lay out +on improvements, but I would be glad to have your own +opinion. You will laugh at this way of writing, but I have +some faint hope you will never be attainted, having ’scapt the +first brunt. You will hear many of your friends is gone to +Holand, some are yet in this country.</p> + +<p>I hear Rob Roy’s house is burnt and his cattle caryed off by +a party. He thought fit to wait for them in a wood, and, they +talk, has killed a great many. I am sorry for it. I have heard +nothing of Mr. Beggar, but nobody doubts but he will have +work enough this summer.</p> + +<p>Pray write often and oblige me, for all you have writ comes +very safe to my hand. I told you before P. C. is att London, +and I believe you may have no doubt but he will serve you. I +hear his friend, Andrew, is very great at Court and is a great +Countryman. I hope God will bless their endeavors.</p> + +<p>I am angry you never mention Kid or Mill for I have a +great desire to hear of them, but I do not wish you to be with +them in case it would stop what your friends is earnest to have +done for you here. Your boys are well and want much to see +you, and ask me how many years it is since their Papa went +away. Dearest Life, wishing you all happiness.</p> + +<p class='right pr4'> + Adieu.</p> + +<p>Apr. 13.</p> +<p class='letter-indent-less'> + I am very well in my health.</p> +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">[254]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXVII"> + CHAPTER XXVII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'>SHOWS HOW SLOWLY THE TIME PASSES WHEN THE HEART IS HEAVY</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>You will notice, I have no doubt, a great sameness in +these interesting letters, and frequent repetitions of the +sentiments and facts they contain. The reason of this, as +you will readily understand, was the fear my lady had that +Sir John might not receive them, so that she felt compelled +to inform him of whatever interested them most in every +epistle she penned. It would be easy to curtail them, +giving you only extracts, and so save you the tedium of +reading the same things so often; but in reproducing them +as they were writ I feel that I am only doing justice to my +dear lady’s memory, for by this means alone can you, her +descendants, realise the weariness of her life, the flagging +of her hopefulness, the constant burden that weighed on +her mind during those long, monotonous weeks. Her +spirits, as you will see, varied, as a woman’s are apt to +do with her varying moods. Some days she would be +full of cheerfulness, saying that an end to all our troubles +must soon be coming, and busying herself with her affairs +as if her beloved husband were returning to Alva the +very next week; at other times she would be heavy and +sad, moving about the house in silence, and only by a +great effort making answer to those who conversed with +her. The news of Sir John’s safety and freedom did +indeed lift a weight from her heart, and for some days she +even laughed and sang as she made herself busy in her +usual way; but this lightness could not long be maintained, +and the prospect of seeing her husband grew more and +more uncertain.</p> + +<p>Our fears for the good old Colonel and his son, still +prisoners in the Fleet, were now allayed as nothing could +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">[255]</span> +be found against them, and there seemed to be every hope +that after a time they would be released. Mr. Patrick +Campbell, our kind and constant friend, had means of +seeing them frequently, and kept my lady informed of their +welfare.</p> + +<p>The news of the escape of the brave old Brigadier +Mackintosh and several of his friends from Newgate, which +reached us some time in May, was hailed with triumph, +not unmixed with amusement, when we learned that this +sturdy veteran had knocked down his gaoler with his fists; +and after disarming the sentinel, they opened the gates +and let themselves out into the streets, afterwards escaping +(save one or two who were unluckily recaptured) to +France. Some weeks later occurred the escape of Colonel +Walkinshaw of Barafield from the Castle of Stirling, which +we learned enraged the Earl of Rothes very much. But +these things are matters of history, you will say, and enter +not into our story.</p> + +<p>And all this time it may be asked where was Sir John +and how was he faring?</p> + +<p>Excellently well, if we may believe the hints given us +in the few extracts of letters from him which I have seen, +and the scraps of news about him, confided to me at the +time by my lady, and entered in my little day-book.</p> + +<p>You will see that his faithful wife believes that he is +living quietly and privately, with no thought of further +entangling himself in the King’s affairs; but she constantly +urges him to leave the neighbourhood of his Majesty and +the Earl of Mar, in order to prove to the authorities at +home that he truly repents him of his misdeeds, and is therefore +a fit subject for the clemency of King George. And all +the time if we had but known it, Sir John was busily +engaged in furthering his master’s interests by every means +in his power, although I am certain he did not contemplate +bringing disaster upon his wife and family.</p> + +<p>In the beginning of April, he, accompanied by his +brother-in-law, left Paris by water-coach for a town called +Auxerre, which was finally reached in a covered cart. +From there, as it was quite out of the way of diligences +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">[256]</span> +or even ordinary post-road, they hired horses to ride to +Beaune, a small village in a wine-growing district from +which was obtained the excellent <i>vin de Pomar</i>, or <i>Beaune</i>, +which is still famed among the wines of Burgundy. In +one of his letters Sir John tells my lady how he drinks +her health daily, though abstemiously, in this cheap and +pleasant beverage; he also gives an amusing account of +Mr. Paterson’s difficulties with the French language, the +latter being almost a stranger to its use.</p> + +<p>After about three weeks in this place, Sir John, upon the +King’s summoning him, repaired to Avignon where his +Majesty held his meagre court, and from then onwards +through the summer his time seems to have been occupied +with political affairs. This, as you are aware, he kept +from my lady’s knowledge, but rumours reached her from +time to time through other sources, which greatly disturbed +her and kept her in a state of constant anxiety.</p> + +<p>“What,” she said to me once, “is the use of all our +endeavours to obtain Sir John’s pardon, and prevent his +being attainted, if he continues to mix himself up in the +affairs of the poor King? I cannot see that one man’s +help, or the want of it, can make much difference at the +present juncture; and I am convinced that if my husband +were free to confide his private affairs to his Majesty, he +would be told to consider his family interests rather than +continue any longer in this employment.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps the story of Sir John’s being sent to Spain is +false,” said I, to comfort her.</p> + +<p>“Oh, ’tis very like!” she answered, “people must always +be talking. But it shows us, Barbara, what I have ever +felt, the strong difference between men and women. Were +my dear life to express the lightest wish regarding my +conduct, would I not hasten to do it, no matter how cross +it might be to my inclination? But not all my pleadings, +I fear, will have any effect on Sir John to make him alter +his present way of living.”</p> + +<p>“Ah, madam!” I cried, eager as ever for my guardian’s +justification, “’tis a hard thing to be torn by divided duties, +especially when affection bears a part in each. But I do +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_257">[257]</span> +fervently believe our good Sir John will decide to give up +the King, if this is the only alternative, rather than bring +you and your children to misery.”</p> + +<p>“Would to God he would hesitate no longer!” she +cried. “He may make up his mind too late, and end by +falling between two stools, as the saying is.”</p> + +<p>“There is still,” she went on after a while, “the hope of +help from his brother, Robin, who is very great with his +master. I think ’twould be easy for him to move the Czar +to ask for Sir John’s pardon; but this, as you know, would +not alter the inclination of the Parliament if they were +determined to have him attainted, and my fear is, that +believing him still a servant of King James, they may +hasten to do it. I pray God to have us all in his keeping, +and order everything for our good; but my heart at times is +very heavy, Barbara, and the waiting is long.”</p> + +<p>It was about this time that the little boys fell ill with the +chincough, or whooping-cough, and though at first it +seemed they were both to get pretty easy off, the trouble +increased, and little Hal especially was brought very low. +Fortunately the weather was mild and almost summer-like, +though but the beginning of May, so that there was every +chance for the children in that particular, and with Phemie’s +care and skill to depend on, my lady did not allow herself +to be unduly agitated about them. Still she was an anxious +and tender parent, and the sight of her youngest child, with +white face and heavy eyes, oppressed and spent after a fit +of the cough, caused her many a pang, I trow, for to have +anything serious happen to her precious little sons in the +absence of their father, would have well-nigh broken her +heart.</p> + +<p>Early in this month Betty was obliged to go back to +Dysart, intending as she said to return very shortly, but +this, as events turned out, she was unable to do. Old +Lady Alva was still with us, as kind and pleasant a dame +as it would be possible to find. Her cheerful, placid spirit +was of the greatest benefit to her daughter at this time, and +though she interfered in nothing that was being done, she +was ever ready to give her help and advice when asked.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">[258]</span></p> + +<p>As for Barbara, she had been made happy by receiving +a letter from her friend, Mr. Fleming, who was safely arrived in +France, and was now staying with some good friends of his +father’s in Paris. He had great hopes, he said, of getting +his pardon, through his parent’s friends in the Government, +and was already contemplating falling in with his father’s +suggestion that he should get him employment in the +service of the East India Company. As this would entail +his leaving Britain and living in a distant land for the most +part of his life, he thought it proper to advertise me of his +prospects, and get my mind on the matter.</p> + +<p>Glad and relieved as I was to know him safe and well, +this news, as you can imagine, threw me into some +agitation, for it implied the readjustment and arranging of +my whole life, and my woman’s heart trembled at the +notion. There is surely nothing in life so wonderful nor so +beautiful, if we regard it rightly, as the simple trust +displayed by a young maid in giving up herself to the sole +care of the man she loves, forsaking all other to cleave to +him, leaving friends and home and childhood’s scenes to +accompany him to any corner of the globe, the future all +unknown, alone, but for him, in the whole world. And +yet I suppose that ever since Rebecca, trusting only to +hearsay, came willingly to Isaac, it has been the way of +women, and ordered by God; and men too often, I fear, +regard it as a natural proceeding, and the faith that it +implies no more than their due.</p> + +<p>However that may be, I did not feel it would be right +to attempt to dissuade Mr. Fleming from falling in with his +father’s wishes; for nothing was nearer to my heart, as you +may guess, than the desire to stand well in the eyes of my +Anthony’s parents, so that they might find nothing of +which to disapprove in their dear son’s choice. He begged +my permission and that of Lady Erskine, to make them +acquainted with our mutual love, so that, upon his obtaining +his pardon, our betrothal might at once be made public.</p> + +<p>To this, my lady, after consulting with Mr. Erskine (who +was again at Alva), gave her consent, but added that in the +event of Mr. Fleming’s going to the Indies, she must beg, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">[259]</span> +for the sake of my youth, that he should not insist upon +my accompanying him. In three or four years’ time, she +said, I would be of age, and being older, more fit to hold +my own against the extremities of the Eastern climate; Mr. +Fleming also would be accustomed to the country, and +more fit to make me comfortable in my new life when I +went out to him.</p> + +<p>I cannot say that Barbara, young, impulsive and not too +patient, at once agreed to her kind friend’s proposals. +Indeed it took some days of consideration and counsel to +bring her to reason, and some nights of sleepless anxiety +and not a few tears, before she could bring herself to face +the prospect with equanimity. The sorrow of parting, the +long absence from each other, the distance that would +separate us, and the dangers and risks of the long voyage—all +these combined to make a burden that was not easy to +carry. But of this I said very little in my reply to my lover, +knowing that his own heart would understand it too well. +I only stipulated very strongly that I should see him once +more, and talk over everything with himself, before his +departure from Britain.</p> + +<p>And so with hopes and fears the days were intermingled, +and the summer was at hand, and the trees were growing +green, but there was no word yet of Sir John’s coming +home.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER X</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p>I think it very hard I can never hear my Dearest Life has +got any of my letters, tho’ this is the seventh I have writ, and +in every one desired you to draw a bill for 100 pounds. Your +not doeing it makes me conclude you have never got one, and +since you left Paris I have never heard from you at all. I +must own my hearing from you so seldom is a great uneasiness +and occasions me many fears, tho’ I must own I should trust to +the kind providence of God who has hitherto wonderfully +preserved you. All things as to the settling the affairs of this +unhappy country are still undetermined, and our own countrymen +cannot agree about it, which is our misfortune. What +will be the issue God knows, but we are not without fears of +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">[260]</span> +hard usage, nor altogether without hop that in time they may +relent and use us more Christianly.</p> + +<p>I hear of our friends att London frequently. I am hopful +they are in no danger as to their lives, and it’s generally talkt +there will not be much more blood taken. In the meantime I +am living very easyily at home managing as formerly, but +have enough to do to keep all right, and have great difficulty +in getting up the rents, tho’ care must be taken to pay the +annual rents and prevent diligencies being done. I am very +lucky in two friends which take much of the burden off me, +and all is done that can be in the present circumstances. I +am easy in everything in comparison to the anxious care and +concern I have about your person, and the different thoughts +you will have upon not hearing what state I am in.</p> + +<p>Your boys has had the chincoch but are better. The season +here has been extraordinary, for since the breaking of the +storm there has not been an ill day; the fields are much +frequented by me, and how to manage my ground to the best +advantage is much my study. I shall not fail to observe as +much as possible all you have done in both places....</p> + +<p>Some of your friends are so unjust (as) to blame me for your +going out, and the reason they give for it is I should have +acquainted the Government with your design. But since I am +innocent and never did anything but what was my duty with +regard to you, I must let them be saying and bear that with +other things. I cannot frame a notion to myself what state we +will be in, but in the general I have no fears of want, and I am +sure nobody will lose by you. These things I have good +ground to believe, let things come to the worst; but the longer +things are of being settled the longer I shall be deprived of +the happyness of seeing you, for my being here is absolutely +necessare till we see the utmost and procure something by help +of friends for me and my children if they do go to the Height +of Rigour.</p> + +<p>I have no other work in hand without doors but plowing, +this two months past, for some impertinent folks was like to be +uneasy, and P. C. is at London who has several schemes in +vein; whether any will succeed at this present juncture I +cannot guess, but Providence will preserve you and all your +concerns, I hop, in spite of all your enemies. All your friends +here are well, some blaming you and others pitying you, but +all your near relations will do for you what lyes in their power. +Your sister Ca. has a son call’d after her father; I am going to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">[261]</span> +see her this week. I am very impatient to hear from you. +The three letters you writ before you left Paris came safe to +my hand, but I have had none since. My health is pretty +good considering how many difficult things I have to disturb +me, but if you be preserved I hop to get over all other +difficulties in time.</p> + +<p>As to the clans they are all coming in and giving up their +arms. There is none of your neighbourhood given up +themselves.</p> + +<p>Betty salutes you, and I am Dear, Soul, in all sincerity, +May 1st.</p> + +<p class="right pr2"> + Yours. +</p> +</blockquote> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER XI</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p>It is but three day since I wrote to my Dearest Life, but +haveing had the pleasure of one from you last night of 15 of +Ap., new stile, by another hand, I am resolved to lett no +opportunity slip, hoping that some one of my letters may come +to your hand. This is the eighth I have writ, and tho’ by your +last you tell me you had not heard from me, I am hopful they +are not all mis-carryed, but by your leaving Paris they are +longer a-coming to your hand. It is no small satisfaction to +me that you are well and at freedom, and the thoughts of it +support me under every other difficulty. Tho’ I must own the +common misfortune has been so greivous that I cannot express +it, and then every particular person that I ever knew or heard +of makes deep impression upon me, so that I was not capable of +having a right thought. But after some time I found I could +not live after that way, and made myself incapable to serve +you. I resolv’d to imploy myself in doing in your affairs what +was fit in the present juncture, and as the old saying is, indeavour +to make the best of an ill bargain. But I have been +many days without speaking, except when business obligt me +to it.</p> + +<p>I told you in my last our friends att London are well, and +we are not afraid of their lives being in danger. What will +come of all the misfortunate people God knows, but many have +foolishily given up themselves and Glengary among the rest, +who is now at Perth. It’s talkt they are all to be tryed. I am +still at home managing after the old manner but with many +difficultys, being perfectly a stranger to your debts, and every +frikish body arresting the rents, and one difficulty no sooner +off but another occurs; but I doubt not to get over all these, +and in time, which it’s probable I will have now, if the Parlyment +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">[262]</span> +rise soon as it’s expected, without any more bills of +attainder, to get this year’s rent. Your farms are plowed and +the last of the Barley sow’d this day. I may ask you when +you was so soon done. There has been no other work without +doors for two months past, because upon many reasons it was +inconvenient. I have planted trees here, and if things go +tolerably easy I intend to plant both here and in the other +place in the latter season. I tell you all this that you may not +think I despair of your having peaceable possession of your +own, tho’ I cannot yet see by what means. We hear of an +interview of many crown’d heads, and some people think your +pardon may be easily obtained by your Brother, the Dr., and +his master’s means, but if ever you obtain it that way, your +abode must be in another place. Ch. has some thoughts of +going over to see his Brother, and wold appoint you to meet +him if ye could do it with safety. I must own if it be practicable +for your friends to obtain a pardon, you should accept of it, +however cross it may be to your own inclination. Consider +your children and me, and prevent the utter ruin of your family. +And I daresay neither Kid nor Mill will think it wrong for you, +since you cannot serve them in your present circumstances, to +doe what is so material for your interest.</p> + +<p>Your boys have been very ill of the chincoch but are better. +I hope they will get over it very soon.... I expect to see Ch. +soon here. P. C. is at London, and your sister, Nell, is gone +to the Bath. All your friends are well. The uncertainty of +my letters coming to your hand makes me say less than I +incline. Pray draw for money when you please, but it seems +you are in no want, for you never mention it. Wishing you, +my Life, all manner of happyness, I am in all sincerity</p> + +<p><i>May 4th.</i></p> +<p class='right pr4'>Yours.</p> +</blockquote> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER XII.</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p>I received one from my Dearest Life of the 17 Ap. which +was most acceptable. I am sorry you should be in such pain +and uneasyness by your not hearing from me, and I should +never forgive myself if I had occasioned it by my neglect, but +I assure myself you will not think me capable of omitting anything +than can contribute to your quiet. This is the tenth +letter I have writ and all different hands, in hops some wold +be so lucky (as) to come your length. I have had the pleasure +of getting all yours, which I reckon no small mercy. I have +told you in all my letters to be easy about me and your +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">[263]</span> +children; wee have what is necessare for us, and I have good +ground to think will always have; let things come to the +worst we will have enough and what we ought to be content +with, in so general a calamity. My greatest suffering is being +absent from you; but when I think upon the danger and imprisonment +of many others, some of (them) my good friends, I +dare not complain. I must own your being at freedom and +out of the hands of your enemies, has supported me under the +many difficultys, and if you are well and easy in your mind, I +shall endeavour to submit chearfully to whatever God in his +providence shall order; and very often the fears of what may +happen is greater than the suffering itself, as I doubt not is +the case with the most part of the distrest people at this time. +The delay and the uncertainty occasions the most dreadful +apprehensions their fancy can suggest. Tho’ at other times I +was too ready to put the dark side of the cloud to my view, +yet I think it’s impossible things can long continue in so violent +a way. I doe very much regret the suffering of Kid and your +freind, and of all the rest in generall; but God in his wise +providence has ordered it, and his visible hand in disappointing +all our hops should make us wait his time with patience, +and indeavour to make the best use of so great afflictions, +which is most justly sent us as a punishment for our many +faults and abuses of many mercys; and if this thought would +make us live better lives, it’s very probable our time of suffering +might be shortened.</p> + +<p>I am still at home managing after the old manner, have +labour’d both your farms, and getting in rents, tho’ with great +difficulty. There is nothing omitted that can be done for your +interest, and I am very lucky in two freinds who do all for me +that’s in their power.</p> + +<p>You are not yet attainted, and I hop will not be this session +of Parlyment; but I am afraid if you continue in that place +where you are now it will make them more violent, and tho’ +your being in another place will not be so agreeable to you, +yet I persuade myself you will cross your own inclination +since you can do your friends no service, and may ruin your +family. I doe not let anybody know where you are because +I have some hop, with the help of Dr. Robin, your brother, +and his master, to get your pardon, that you may be allowed +to come home and live quietly. I believe the first thoughts +of this kind will be very disagreeable to you; but consider +mee and your children and every particular circumstance, and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">[264]</span> +then I am sure you must be of my mind. This is the opinion +of those friends that did not condemn your going out, and +have your interest as much at heart as their own. I wold not +wish you to doe a mean or dishonorable thing, and I am sure +were it fit to be free with Kid and Mill in every particular +they wold desire you to accept, if ever that pardon could be +obtained by your freinds. Pray, write freely to me your +opinion in this particular, for I have greater fears you will +not accept than that itt will not be obtain’d, and if you are +positive against itt I will never attempt itt. I heard from +London you was gone a message to Spain, but they must +always be talking.</p> + +<p>I am doeing no work without doors just now. All our +plowing is over some weeks agoe, and our work is all laid +aside except such as is in and about the House. I have +planted trees this season, and design to plant them in the +latter season.</p> + +<p>Your children are just such as you wold wish them, very +good-humor’d. I am getting one to teach them. They have +both the chincoch, but I hop the worst is over. My friend, +Bess, has left me. Your mother is here just now; she is +very concern’d about you, but has no such fears for the +family as I have seen her have for a trifle.</p> + +<p>I cannot yet have any vein how or what way I am to doe; +but if once things were settled, if you doe not get home, I will +certainly come to you and bring my young folks with me, +which will not doe so well as that I mention in the other side. +In the meantime, hope the best, take good care of yourself, +and let me hear frequently from you.</p> + +<p>I writ in all my letters to make your factor draw for money +on his correspondent at Edinr. for your use. I hop I shall +have to supply you what you have use for. As to your +servants, they have all been here since you left the country, +and Andrew came safe, so you need not be uneasy. As to +your debts of all kinds, due care is taken that no body lose by +you, and nobody can lose a grott. I wish everybody had +the same mitigations of their sufferings that I have; but the +hearing of the necessities of others, and not being in a +condition to help them, touches me very sensibly, which +makes me wish I could be far from hearing itt. Wishing +you all manner of happyness, I am, my Dearest, in all +sincerity,</p> + +<p class='right pr2'>Yours.</p> + +<p> May 14.</p> +</blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">[265]</span></p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER XIII</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p>I received yours of the 26th of Ap., which my Dearest Life +may imagine was most acceptable to know you had once got +some of my letters, and that you was easy in your mind upon +that score, which you have all the reason in the world to be. +You was much to blame that (you) did not mention money +in any of your former letters, because if I had known the +maner of sending money, you had got it long ere now. +Having some money att London, I have ordered your Bill +of 50 pounds that you have drawn to be pay’d there, and +shall write to my freind there to remitt the other 50 after the +best and cheapest manner. For all the money I could raise +here out of your estate, and otherways by the help of friends, +will not satisfy uneasy Debtors for annual rents and principal +sums to prevent diligences being done, and itt is done in +such maner that the money laid out that way will stand good +upon the worst event that can happen. But if you will +please to let me know what sum you incline to have soon, it +shall be had as far as either your freinds or my credit can goe. +In a little time we hop to have your affairs put in a clear +way, which, so soon as it is done, you shall know, and shall +be dispos’d of by your order, or as you think most proper. +Ch. A(reskine) is here just now, and is thinking and laying +out himself on every way that seems most for your interest; +and it’s his opinion, and it seems to him the only way to +make your affairs easy, to abstract yourself from your freinds +for some time, by which means you may scape the fury and +rage of the folks in present power; for you’ll not doubt but +they have good intelligence who are with, or makes their +abode with——. Nor is it impossible in a little time you +may be at more freedom, with less harm to your family, not +being yet attainted, which gives us a Breathing to put things +in a better way. Your remaining at a certain place will no +doubt hasten a sentence which will put us out of all capacity +of medling with anything that belongs to you, but by indirect +and not so successful methods. So as you regard your own +interest and my quiet I expect your complyance in this +matter; and if it were not absolute necessity, you may be +assured I wold not ask you to cross your own inclination in +anything, and much less in taking you from company that +must be agreeable to you in a strange country.</p> + +<p>If you have got the rest of my letters you will know that Mr. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">[266]</span> +Nabit does not imploy old W. or any of his profession at +present, because it was likely to prove uneasy.... It is yet +impossible to tell what money Mr. Nabit will be worth; his +reputation among the common sort is so high that nobody +credits it.... Your youngest boy is brought very low with the +chincoch which fears me, but I hope with tender care ... +he will get the better of it, for ye know I am easily alarm’d. +Nothing shall be wanting, and I hope in God the children shall +be preserved while they are under my care, and will give us +all a happy meeting which is the thing in the world I most +earnestly wish.... Your mother is here. She writ you some +time agoe, and till she knows that is come to your hand she +will not write again. I am pretty much imploy’d, which keeps +me from thinking so much as my temper and present state +does incline me ... I heard from London last Post. There +can be no evidence got against our two friends that is in the +Fleet, which is no small mercy. Bess is at home, but will +return here. Be sure to write freely your mind as it comes in +your head of anything you would have done, and you will +always find those two friends I formerly mentioned and myself +devoted to serve you in every respect.</p> + +<p class='right pr4'>I am, Dr. Life, in all sincerity</p> +<p class='right pr8'>Yours.</p> +<p>May 20.</p> +</blockquote> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER XIV</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p>It is three weeks now since I heard from my Dearest Life +and I begin to be very impatient. I expect to hear from you +every fortnight, and when I doe not I am apt to fancy you are +either gone some message, or are not well, for all your friends +in the Government has had you gone to Sweden; and if I had +not heard from your self I should have been too ready to +believe it. Your friend P. C. writ to me from London. He was +not a little uneasy he had not heard from you, by which I +reckon he has writ to you. I writ three posts ago to desire +him to remit the other 50 pound I mentioned in my last, and +did incline to send more, but as I told you at this term all had +enough to doe. But I doubt not in a little time to have more +money at London for the effects are gone from this, and it will +be cheaper to send it from thence; and P. C. being to stay +there for a long time, when you think fit write to him and he +will be sure to answer you, for I doubt not he has let you +know how to direct him.</p> + +<p>I have hitherto been pretty lucky in my little affairs, and in +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_267">[267]</span> +a little time we will give you a good account of them, if they +let me alone from Bills of Attainder. I wold be glad to know +your opinion whether it’s proper for your Brother R. to cause +his master interpose with the present powers now when they +are to have an interview, or in what manner he should doe it; +whether to ask a gift of your Life-Rent, and a little article put +in to secure all to yourself, tho’ you did not come home for some +time, for I fear you wold not incline; but whether you do or +not you will live the better (if) your estate be secured. I am +sure so far you will be of my mind, and if this Act of +Parlyment pass and you be attainted, no body can be sure of +anything; and it excluded the payment of all debts since the +24 of June last, so that both for your own sake and others, if so +fair an opportunity offer it should not be neglected, and if it +be agreeable to you, and you signify your opinion to Charles, +he will go over to Holland on purpose. This I have often +heard him say. I have writ to you on this subject before, so, +as soon as you can, let me have your opinion.</p> + +<p>Your nephew, James Haldane, is to be resident at that court +where your Brother R. is so great. Your mother is still here, +and tho’ we are of very different sentiments, we live in good +friendship and easy. Your boys are now perfectly recovered, +which is no small mercy to me, and if my Dearest is well and +easy in his mind, I have more than I deserve. Our friends +are still in the Fleet, and there can be no evidence got against +them.</p> + +<p>I must confess when I walk abroad and remember all your +different projects, and how pleased I have been to find you in +some of these walks, I cannot help being uneasy till I think +you are at liberty and well, and luckyer as to other circumstances +than the most part of people, then I blame myself for +unthankfulness. Your old freind Barafeild made his escape +out of the Castle of Stirlin last week, which enrag’d the new +Governor very much. I shall be obligt to see my father this +week; but I cannot persuade myself to visit these great folks, +tho’ it certainly is fit for me to keep in with all, and they +profess great friendship for me and regret for your family, tho’ +none for yourself. I can at some times be a politician, so at +present I think interest will prevail with me to keep in with +all.... Be so kind to write frequently, for it’s impossible to +express my anxiety about you. Dearest Life, I am ever</p> + +<p>June 4. 1716.</p> +<p class='right pr2'>Yours.</p> +<p>I am healthyer than you or anybody could expect.</p> +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_268">[268]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"> + CHAPTER XXVIII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'> + TELLS OF THE GOOD FORTUNE FOR BETTY, AND OF THE + EVIL DEEDS OF THE PARLIAMENT</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>Towards the end of May my lady, becoming alarmed at +the weakness of her youngest son, determined, though +somewhat against her inclination, to send him and his +brother to their grandfather’s house for the benefit of the +sea-air and the change. Not being at liberty just then to +leave Alva, she arranged that the little boys should go in +charge of myself and Phemie, knowing that every care +would be taken of them, and that all love and attention +would be shown them to make up to them for her absence.</p> + +<p>It was a great pleasure to me to revisit Dysart, where I +had always met with such kindness; and little Charles, +delighted as children are at the prospect of a change, +skipped and shouted on his way to the carriage with no +thought of regret at leaving his mother behind. When +Phemie would have rebuked him for his seeming heartlessness, +my lady merely smiled and bade her pay no heed.</p> + +<p>I found my dear Betty looking brighter and happier than +I had seen her for many months, and though I could find +no cause in my own knowledge to account for the change, +I must confess I took great pleasure in the same.</p> + +<p>A light broke in upon my denseness, however, when I +found that scarce a day passed without a visit from my +Lord Wemyss, who on some pretext or other generally +found opportunity to put himself in Betty’s way. Sometimes +he came to bring her a flower grown in his garden, +sometimes to consult with my lord on this subject or that, +sometimes, I used to think, merely to tell us what a fine +day it was; but, whatever the excuse, he made himself +prodigiously agreeable when he came, and though Betty +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_269">[269]</span> +never suffered me to move from her side during his visits, +I noticed that while she still sharpened her wit against him +in playful scorn, she treated him with more gentleness and +kindness than I had ever seen her use before.</p> + +<p>The weather was now most beautiful, and as much as +possible we spent the days out of doors. Charles from the +first showed himself perfectly recovered from his ailment, +and very soon little Hal showed signs of picking up +strength; and from watching with languid interest from +Phemie’s arms his brother’s gambols, began to desire to +join in them, and from day to day made rapid progress +towards complete recovery. ’Twas a great pleasure to be +able to write the good news to Alva, and my lady promised +shortly to come and see for herself the happy change that +had taken place.</p> + +<p>One morning, as we sat idly on a bench in the narrow +wood above the water and watched the children at play +below us, our constant visitor joined us, and gave us a +kindly good day. The pretty colour rose in Betty’s cheeks +as she made room for him beside us, and my lord, who +seemed as ever in a blithe and pleasant humour, made her +a compliment on the return of her gay spirits and sprightly +looks.</p> + +<p>“The winter is gone, Mistress Betty, with all its darkness +and sadness, and you are blossoming again like the new +summer flowers.”</p> + +<p>“The flowers that blossom now knew nothing of the +winter,” sighed Betty, ever ready for an argument; “but +we—can we ever forget?”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes!” cried my lord, “’tis the noble mind that +rises above its disappointments, and sees in them only +the working out of a wisely guided Destiny.”</p> + +<p>“Ah, my lord,” said Betty, “’tis easy for you to talk; +but when the disappointment is our own, it is harder to +soothe it with such bare philosophy.”</p> + +<p>For a moment he was silent, for he knew well of what +she was thinking.</p> + +<p>“And did not I, too, suffer the loss of many hopes this +last December?” he asked gently.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_270">[270]</span></p> + +<p>The tears sprang to Betty’s eyes as she turned to him +with an impulse of sympathy.</p> + +<p>“Pray, my lord, forgive me! You know how I feel for +you there. But it was to the other subject I thought you +referred.”</p> + +<p>“I know, I know,” he answered, “but ’tis all one. +Neither public nor private sorrows are we fitted to bear +without recourse to ‘such bare philosophy’ as you call it, +madam; but I prefer the name of Christian resignation.”</p> + +<p>Then, turning to me, he said in a lighter tone, “And +when, Mistress Barbara, will it please you to honour my +house with a visit? There is some ancient armour which, +if you care for such things, would please you, and the +Castle itself is not without historic interest.”</p> + +<p>“Why, my lord,” cried I, greatly delighted with his +suggestion, “I do assure you there is nothing I should +more enjoy. Of all things I wish to see the room where +Queen Mary first met my lord Darnley—the beginning of +all her woes.”</p> + +<p>“And of many other people’s as well,” said Betty. +“Who knows the difference it would have made to us all +had the poor lady married some man more worthy of +her?”</p> + +<p>My lord laughed.</p> + +<p>“She was a wilful woman, madam, and would have had +her way in any case. But now, when will you bring +Mistress Barbara to Wemyss? Will you both honour me +by riding there to-morrow afternoon and drinking a dish of +tea with me?”</p> + +<p>To this we readily assented, and after a little further talk +my lord departed.</p> + +<p>“It seems, my dear Betty,” said I, when his footsteps +had died away, “that you have forgiven his lordship.”</p> + +<p>She turned her face to me with a doubtful smile, “And +does it seem to you, dear Barbara, that his lordship has +forgiven me?”</p> + +<p>“Why, yes!” said I, laughing, “if you feel the need of +forgiveness.”</p> + +<p>Nothing could exceed the kindness and courtesy of my +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_271">[271]</span> +Lord Wemyss next day as he conducted us over his great +house, showing everything that he thought would please us, +from the dungeons where the unhappy prisoners once had +languished, to the beautiful portrait of his first wife painted +in miniature. Tea was served to us in the historic chamber +which I had expressed the curiosity to see, and while we +were drinking it, the Earl turned suddenly to me.</p> + +<p>“Do you not think it a pity, Mistress Barbara, that a +house like this should be without a mistress?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed, my lord, I do,” I responded readily; “but I +make no doubt your lordship could find one without much +difficulty.”</p> + +<p>“Alas!” said he, but with a twinkle in his eye, “the +only one I want sees fit to raise a barrier around herself, +through which I find it very hard to make myself seen or +heard.”</p> + +<p>“Can I not help to remove it, my lord?” said I +mischievously, attempting to rise from the couch whereon +we sat facing him; but to my dismay I found my dress +clutched firmly by the hand of Betty, who was looking +into her empty tea-cup as if to read her fortune there.</p> + +<p>“Can two live together except they be agreed?” she +asked in a low voice.</p> + +<p>My lord leant forward in his chair and looked at her +earnestly. He seemed in no way embarrassed by my +presence, and seeing that Betty desired my support, I +thought it best to remain where I was.</p> + +<p>“The cause of disagreement,” he said, “is gone. You +accused me once of triumphing over your distress; that, +my dear Betty, I could not do. I grieved with and for +you in every fresh disappointment. But the whole affair +was a blunder, and seeing that it was so, I set my face +against it. My heart is not unloyal to that unfortunate +prince, and were it only a personal matter I should certainly +prefer James to George as a King; but of the Rising I +could not approve, and in that it failed I recognise the +hand of a wise Providence. These are the words of an +honest man, madam. Have you aught to object to in +them?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_272">[272]</span></p> + +<p>Betty laid her cup and saucer on the table, and turned +to look out of the window, so that I saw nothing but one +rosy ear.</p> + +<p>“I shall always cherish the hope that he may return,” +she said softly.</p> + +<p>“Be it so,” replied the Earl; “hope does no one any +harm.”</p> + +<p>“I shall never pretend loyalty to the Hanoverian,” she +cried, turning her face to us.</p> + +<p>“I have no doubt, madam, he will be able to live +without it.”</p> + +<p>A smile curved her lips; his good humour was imperturbable.</p> + +<p>“You think me foolish, frivolous, fickle,” she sighed, +“and easily led away.”</p> + +<p>“I think you loyal, and tender, and true!” he answered, +“and what can a man want more?”</p> + +<p>With that he glanced at me, and seeing that my dress +was now free I slipped away, and going through an open door +and down a passage, found myself presently in the garden. +Here I busied myself among the flowers till, some time +later, hearing Betty’s voice I ran to meet her, and putting +my arms about her whispered, “Was all well?”</p> + +<p>To this she replied, “He is to see my father to-morrow,” +and my heart rejoiced, for the look in her eyes was one +of peace.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>It was indeed a matter for rejoicing to all Betty’s friends, +for my Lord Wemyss was, as you know, a man of sense +and honour, very agreeable, and still remarkably handsome. +An express was despatched by my Lord Sinclair to Alva +begging my lady’s attendance, as in all things he relied +upon her judgment and valued her opinions; and I make +no doubt that her wise advice was asked and taken in the +important matter of settlements. That she was as much +surprised as pleased at the news, I saw clearly, for so +effectually had Betty hid her feelings even from this tender +friend and sister, that my lady had had no hope of any +alliance so satisfactory for the capricious young madam. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_273">[273]</span> +Even now she was inclined to think it merely a matter of +convenience and worldly policy on the part of a woman +disappointed in her ambitions, and feeling at war with Fate.</p> + +<p>Arrangements were made for the signing of the settlements, +and Mr. Erskine was summoned from Edinburgh +to look after the lady’s interests. The wedding was to take +place in less than three weeks, and the future Countess +very graciously asked me to stand as one of her bridesmaids.</p> + +<p>“If only Sir John were here,” she cried, “and my poor +brother, I should be perfectly happy.”</p> + +<p>“Were Sir John here,” said my lady smiling, “you +would have to bear some teasing upon various subjects. +He would ask you, Bess, what you meant to do with all +your other swains—David Pitcairn for one.”</p> + +<p>“I would bear that gladly,” said Betty, “for the pleasure +of his good company; but since he is sure to think my +choice a piece of caprice, you may remind him that I love +to be comfortable and lazy, and that at Wemyss there are +plenty of easy-chairs to lounge in, so that I expect to +live very well, whatever my friends may say.”</p> + +<p>Her sister looked at her kindly but gravely. Her idea +of happiness did not consist in bodily comfort, and fond +of Betty as she was, she sometimes had doubts of her +sincerity.</p> + +<p>When the latter left the room, she sighed.</p> + +<p>“I trust my poor Bess has some stronger reason for +expecting a happy life than that she gives us, Barbara.”</p> + +<p>“Dear madam,” I assured her, yet surprised that she +should need the explanation, “she was but jesting. Betty +is, believe me, as much in love with my Lord Wemyss as +I am with my Anthony, and I think has been for long. +’Twas the affair of the Rising that kept them apart, and +since its failure she has been very sore; but at last her +pride is broken down, and she allows herself to acknowledge +the Earl’s goodness and patience.”</p> + +<p>“Why, if that is the case,” cried my lady, “no one can +be more heartily glad than I. Poor Betty has suffered +cruelly in this sad year, and she deserves some happiness +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_274">[274]</span> +as her reward for her faithful services to the King. I hope +she will indeed be comfortable. But what, my dear +Barbara, will become of the other David. ’Tis hard for +him, and I know not what he will do.”</p> + +<p>Indeed this question had risen in my own mind often +enough, and I had not been able to supply an answer, for +David Pitcairn was one friend who could not be expected +to rejoice at the prospect of Betty’s marriage. He came +and went as usual, faithful, pleasant, and kind; and however +much he suffered, he did not allow it to appear.</p> + +<p>Once, upon my lady offering him a word of sympathy, +he threw up his head with a smile.</p> + +<p>“Oh, madam,” he said, “it is kind of you to think of +me, but my love for Mistress Betty was not founded on +hope. Long ago I realised that this day must arrive for +me, and I am only glad that she has chosen where she is +likely to find happiness.”</p> + +<p>My lady regarded him with secret admiration.</p> + +<p>“You think she will be happy?”</p> + +<p>“I have no doubt of it, madam, since she loves her +husband,” he replied.</p> + +<p>But brave and unselfish as this good man was, it was not +to be expected he should waste his life in contemplating his +lost mistress’s happiness with another, and much as she +valued his friendship, this was the last thing Betty desired. +Before the end of the year, David Pitcairn did what many +another gallant man has done, carried his wounded heart +to the wars, and endeavoured to fill his life with fresh +interests and new ambitions. He got a Commission in the +1st Royal Scots Regiment of Foot, of which my lady’s +brother, James, was at this time Major, and in which in +after years both Charles and little Hal became officers. +He lived to see Betty’s grandson succeed his father as Earl +of Sutherland at the age of fifteen, and died at London +only four years ago, beloved and lamented by a large +circle of friends. He never married.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>It had not taken me many minutes upon my lady’s +arrival at Dysart to perceive that something far removed from +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_275">[275]</span> +Betty’s marriage was occupying her thoughts, and though +for her sister’s sake she strove to be cheerful and put +away her melancholy, it was impossible not to see that she +was troubled in her mind. At last when the marriage +contract had been drawn up, and all their plans talked over, +she broke it to us that she was in much anxiety about her +husband’s affairs. An Act of Parliament had been passed, +which put it out of the King’s power to grant any portion +of the forfeited estates to their unfortunate owners, so that +should Sir John be attainted, a calamity that he had up +till now very narrowly escaped, all their projects of private +negotiations for his pardon must be abandoned. Besides +this a Commission had been appointed to inquire into the +particulars of every rebel family’s goods and chatels; to spy +and probe their innermost affairs, with the power of citing +anyone they pleased, whether closest friend or meanest +servant, to appear and give information about the private +property of each of these unfortunate gentlemen. All +money got in this way, it was ordered, must go into the +Treasury for the payment of the public debts; whereas anything +owing to individuals by the owners of these same +forfeited estates was to be ignored, and the poor people +must suffer loss through no fault of their own, nor by the +intention of their patrons.</p> + +<p>All this was a cause of great grief to poor Lady Erskine for +many reasons. Not only was she keenly disappointed at the +shattering of her hopes of buying her husband’s pardon, +but she now lived in terror of the Commissioners discovering +the value of the Silver Mine through some of those they +examined, and this she felt would be the end of all. Then +the thought of any having to suffer through her family was +very bitter to her, and if she lost not only her estate but +their secret source of wealth as well, how was this injustice +to be avoided? Above all, her heart and soul were +shaken by constant terrors for her husband’s safety. Placed +as she was at a distance from him, and only too well aware +of his light-hearted disregard of consequences, she longed +to hear he was living anywhere away from the ill-fated King +and his companions, believing this to be the first necessity +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_276">[276]</span> +for his safety. The uncertainty whether he would consent +to this measure preyed upon her mind day and night, +and between her fear of their enemies and her reluctance +to force him against his inclination, her burden seemed at +times like to weigh her to the earth.</p> + +<p>“I still hope,” she said to me, “that Sir John may +escape being attainted, seeing that up to the present his +name has been kept out of the Bills; and I know that Mr. +Haldane and his brother, and certainly Patrick Campbell +as well, are working in every possible way to prevent it. +But when these Commissioners arrive at Alva, and make +enquiries of all and sundry about this person and that, think +you that should a rumour of the garden” (for so we spoke +of the mine) “come to their ears, and what is to hinder it, +seeing it is at the mercy of so many needy people, they +will not find in this an excuse for seizing Sir John’s possessions +and adding them to the list of forfeitures? My heart +is very heavy, Barbara, and at times I feel ready to sink +under my fears.”</p> + +<p>I would have given much to be able to comfort her, but +could say very little to restore her confidence. I left her +alone to pour out her heart in a letter to her husband, for +faint as this consolation was, it was still the dearest she +possessed.</p> + +<p>The next day being the 12th of June we left Dysart for +Alva, and before we returned for the wedding, a still greater +calamity had overtaken our affairs, and our hearts were +heavier than ever.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER XV</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p class="right pr2"> + (Dysart.) +</p> + +<p>I had the pleasure of hearing from my Dearest Life some +days agoe, but it had been long by the way, which gave me +some pain about you; and tho’ it was but three days writ after +what I got last, it was three weeks longer a coming to my +hand. I must own you are most kind and obliging in writing +so frequently, and it is the only real satisfaction I have at +present, for tho’ I endeavor all I can to make the best of my +misfortune, yet at some times I am perfectly like to sink under +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_277">[277]</span> +it; and the probability of so long and continued afflictions, and +which is most uneasy to me to be absent from you without +having any prospect of having it in my power to come to you, +together with the concern I have for my friends in the Fleet, +and many good people who are suffering; and I find the +greatest favour that’s expected is banishment.</p> + +<p>As to your own particular you are not yet attainted, so I hop +will scape this session of Parlyment, but if ever you are +attainted all you could once call your own is irrecoverably lost. +There is such acts of Parlyment passing as people cannot +expect to save anything; nay, even old tailys are in danger, +and yours the more (as) it is not registrate. The King can +give no gift to any without any act of Parlyment, and +all goes for the public Debts. And these persons that +are on the Commission have ample power to doe what they +please, and make such narrow inspection in the forfeit estates +that they can call any person they please before them, and +take their oaths about the particulars of every family, and if +they doe not appear they can fine them of a considerable sum.</p> + +<p>I once expected your Brother R. and his master was to be +at the Hague, but now it’s believed they are to be att Isla +Chapel (Aix la Chapelle) but this act puts me out of any hop of +a gift to him of your Liberent, and to (have) had a little clause +put in favour of Mr. Nabit (the mine.) You see, my dear Soul, +the present state of affairs, and that all our projects that way is +gone. I am told by some you very narrowly missed being +putt in the last Bill of Attainder, and it’s affirm’d that your not +being put in was owing to P.(atrick) H.(aldane).</p> + +<p>If you still remain where you are att present it’s impossible +you can scape being attainted as soon as the Parlyment sits +down, whereas if you were in another place, some of your +friends might prevent your being put in with a better countenance, +and if you do not, I am convinced they will never +attempt it. You see by all this that no other person can be +interpos’d; that if Mr. Amond (Sir John) does not incline to +comply to any conditions that would be propos’d, let him stay +abroad and get his money remitted to him; and if either his +Brother R. by his master’s friendship, or any other way, can be +fal’n on to prevent his being attainted be done, until the term +of years mentioned by the Parlyment be expired, which is from +this present time till the year 1719.... I have not any hope +now but by preventing your being attainted if possible, which +can never doe if you persist in your resolution of staying where +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_278">[278]</span> +you are. It’s my duty to let you know this and desire you +may consider seriously what sad state you will bring your +family to, and to beg you may not do what you may for ever +repent. Some regard I think should be had to me and your +children, tho’ for my own particular I had rather suffer +hardships than desire you to do what is against your inclination; +but as a mother I must have regard to them so far as to let +you know my opinion, and if ye doe not follow it, I cannot help +it, but shall endeavour to submit with patience.</p> + +<p>I am not a little sensible how far it’s uneasy to break off +from so agreeable a society, and when perhaps duty and +inclination both bind you; but in their present state I see not +what any one man can doe, and the fewer sufferers the better. +And every body will not have that hope or expectation you +may have, but if your Brother Robin doe come to Isla Chapel, +it would be a good pretext to visit him. This is sufficient on +this head, and I shall be glad to have your opinion as frankly +and resolutely as I have given my advice.... I came to +my father’s some days agoe about a marriage which will not +be disagreeable to you. Bess is to be C——ess of W——ms, +which is a satisfaction to all her friends. The terms is this +day agreed on, and tho’ they are not what I either could a +wisht or expected, yet my father and other friends after making +proposals of altering found it would not doe, and has gone into +what his tutors for the time advised. She has not far to goe, +and in case you should not understand she has a great many +easy chairs in which she may loll. I goe home to-morrow +and return here in a fortnight. You was very kindly +remembered by your new friend and he regrates he has +you not here at this time. You may be sure I am glad +of the thing, but I am in such a continu’d Dump I did not +incline to be at the wedding, but I cannot shun it. C. A. was +here to be the Lady’s Lawyer.... Countess Bess salutes +you kindly and wishes you were here, tho’ she shou’d bear all +you could say now as to D. P. I see not what can become of +him.... God help me, for I labour under many difficultys +and many fears. I did not intend to let you know so much, +but at some time it will come out.</p> + +<p>As to sending you money it’s agreed ... it’s cheapest from +London, and I hope soon to have effects there to answer your +demands. Write to P. C., who is there and will doe it. He +writ to me he should remit the 50 pound I mentioned in my +last, and pray write to him for what you have occasion, for he +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_279">[279]</span> +will answer you whether the effects be come to his hands or +not, but he cannot miss to have them soon.</p> + +<p>I see so many difficultys in sending A. S(hor)t that it cannot +doe. I think I have answered all your questions in yours +of the 22 of Ap. Wishing my Dearest all manner of happyness +I am ever,</p> + +<p class="right pr2"> + Yours. +</p> + +<p>Your mother and sons are well. We drank Mr. Kid’s health +yesterday and all his friends. God preserve you.</p> + +<p>June 11.</p> +</blockquote> + +<p>Back at Alva we were forced to wait with what patience +we possessed to see what would next befal, but a week later +my lady wrote again to Sir John in much the same strain +as her former letter, so that you can see nothing new had +occurred so far. Having received one from him, dated +29th of May, she was now to be deprived of the comfort of +hearing anything of her husband for several weeks, which +as you can imagine did not lessen her fears nor lighten her +burden.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER XVI.</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p> + My Dearest Life, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>Yours of the 29 of May was forwarded by +our friend att London, which you may be sure was most +welcome to me since there can be nothing so agreeable as to +hear you are well, and at the same time to hear of two people +whose welfare I am much interested in. I went airly abroad +this morning to visit my labourers, and it was so hott I began +to think how much more it must be so with you. I pray God +you may agree with it.</p> + +<p>There is one advantage of being with Kid, that you will live +mighty regular and get no ill examples. I wish from my heart +all had the same thoughts of him you have, but I am not +altogether without hope that will come and justice be done +him; tho, as things have been of late I do not expect to see it. +But who would a thought six months agoe Andrew wold lose +his post of being Commander-in-Chief in this Country, and +that Mr. Beggar wold have it. His Master has made him +very bad returns for his fidelity, but I hop he shall use all his +faithful servants after that manner.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_280">[280]</span></p> + +<p>I writ to you from my father’s house in relation to the Bill +that’s passing on the forfeitures. My friend writes from +London he thinks all personal Debts in danger. Some only +thinks those since the 24 of June last. I must own it is so +horrid I can scarce believe it, but if it is so it will ruin many, +and to think that anybody will lose by you is really terribly +uneasy, particularly C.(harles) A.(reskine). If it is so I shall +do my endeavour to pay all so far as it can goe, and trust to +Providence who has hitherto been bountyful to us, and I am +sure you will agree with me. I was in hops things wold in +time have a more favourable aspect, but it’s impossible human +invention can contrive things worse than all the measures they +have taken. I find by the Ladys att London getting their +jointure and daughters provided, we may expect the same. If +any here gets it, I make no doubt of it, for I happen to be much +in the Whig’s favour. I know nothing I have done to merit it +but being silent. In the meantime I live in peaceable +possession of all, haveing Mr. Beggar’s protection, and by the +advice of the above mentioned friend, by degrees I am to sell +all my Stock and prepare for the worst. I must own it was +what I was mighty unwilling to do, but I am now convinct it’s +the best way by much.</p> + +<p>As to Mr. Nabit, I am sorry I have not writ so fully as you +might understand. His fame was like to rise high, and at the +same time there was never less ground for it. I make no doubt +that going down would have turn’d to account in time, but that +was a certain giving out of money ... it was thought by all +the Counsell the saffest course, and the only way to make +people think it was an idle project of Mr. Amond’s. How far +it will be of use that way I know not, but so many poor Dogs +has it at their mercy it will be wonderful if it do not break out. +I am positive however it was right to give up. James Hamilton +went away three months agoe, for he turn’d wrong in the head +and would not stay.... I told you in my last of my sister +Bess’ marriage, which is to be very soon, and I must goe to it. +It’s to their neighbour W——ms. I hope she will be very +happy, and I take it as a reward for her faithful service to Kid. +He is really a good-humour’d man, but too much upon the easy +lay. C. A. is to be at the weddin’. I showed him your letter +in relation to A. S——t, about his coming but he did not +think it proper to send him for the reasons you mentioned.</p> + +<p>As to my second Farm I still keep it, and am putting two +lime-kilns just now on it. I ride there frequently. Perhaps +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_281">[281]</span> +I may set up my habitation there and farm it myself, but I +think if ever I leave this place I will not stay in Britain. Your +children are well and in good heart. Ha is perfectly recover’d. +Your mother is well, and she and I live easily together, tho’ +none can be of more different sentiments; but she disaproves all +the violent measures, and is very concern’d for you and +thankful you are well; but she knows not where you are, or +she would be griev’d. I wish very often to be with you, my +Dear Soul, but as long as I can doe your service here I will +never have a thought of it; and I have saved more than any +in my circumstances has done, and never fail to represent +when I am injur’d, which makes me live easy, when many +other good honest people are oppresst. My paper sinks so +much I fear you will have difficulty to read it.... P.(atrick) +H.(aldane) is one of the comishioners on the forfeitures. +Buchan and Munroe of Faulds are the Scots. Wishing your +good company and you all manner of real happiness, I am, my +Dearest, ever Yours.</p> + +<p>As to remitting money, I told you before it’s easyest from +London, and I lay it on my friend entirely who would doe that +as well as I could wish and all things else, for he helps all in +distress and it’s his aim to do good</p> + +<p class='right pr6'> + Dearest Life, Adieu.</p> +<p> + June 18. Alva. +</p> +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_282">[282]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXIX"> + CHAPTER XXIX + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'> + THE CALAMITY FALLS; AND MY LADY ATTENDS HER SISTER’S + WEDDING IN VERY LOW SPIRITS</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>The sweet June days went slowly past, and we, occupied +in various ways, rejoiced in the hot bright weather and +the growing beauty of the country. The garden was fair +with flowers, and all the wide domain lay fresh and well-ordered +under a cloudless sky. To be sure the faint cool +breezes of morning, laden with the scent of growing and +blossoming things, the hot, still noons, the tranquil +evenings and the clear, tender twilights, stirred in my heart +a longing so great as to be almost pain, that the one +without whom my life would for ever be incomplete, should +enjoy their beauty with me; and looking into the face of +my dear Lady Erskine in those days and noting the wistfulness +in her eyes, I felt that she shared my unrest. For +the summer days brought no fresh news from France for +either of us, and it was hard to be cheerful, with that +great impenetrable silence closing us in.</p> + +<p>“He will write to me for his birthday, be sure,” said +my lady. “I have never known him fail to send a few +lines on that day when it happens that we have been +parted. Were I sure of his welfare and safety, I should +be easy at not hearing from him; but though he is a kind +and tender husband, Barbara, he is a man of great energy +and almost reckless courage, and you know I have many +dark dreams of the dangers into which he may be thrusting +himself on behalf of the beloved Cause.”</p> + +<p>“It is the waiting that is so hard to bear, madam,” said +I, sadly, “and the lack of news. To write to one who +is far off and to receive no reply, is like knocking at a +closed door behind which is nothing but a silence that +terrifies the heart.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_283">[283]</span></p> + +<p>“Poor child!” said she, kindly, “you are young to +suffer such pain. But do not forget that all our ways are +ordered by a wise Providence, and if we bear our trials +with patience, they will surely turn to blessings when the +time of probation is past. I can see before me a long and +happy life for my dear Barbara, who for all her courage +and sweetness deserves an ample reward.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, madam!” cried I, “you are too good to say so. +I constantly remind myself how light is my trial compared +with yours; but after all it does not comfort me much +to know that my dearest friend is sadder than I.”</p> + +<p>“Truly,” she answered, “my burden must needs be the +heavier, for the thought of the children’s loss is added to +my own, were anything to happen to their father. And +since I think there is no fear of death or dishonour for +Anthony Fleming, a little further patience and brave +hopefulness are all that are needed to support you, my +dear. As for Sir John, God help us! for I know not +what is to happen next.”</p> + +<p>It was truly with more pain for her than for myself that +I saw each post arrive bringing no packet from France, +and though Mr. Campbell wrote frequently, and gave my +lady all the news that was going in London, the longed-for +letter failed to arrive, and fear was added to anxiety.</p> + +<p>The morning of Sir John’s 41st birthday dawned as fair +and as full of promise as all that had gone before. A few +white clouds in the sky only made the blue more deep and +perfect, a light breeze from the south blew across the fields +between us and the river, the distant mountains were +veiled in silver mist that by-and-bye the sun would +disperse; it was impossible to feel wholly sad on such a +summer day.</p> + +<p>We walked in the garden, the Dowager leaning on her +daughter’s arm, the children running races and shouting +in pure glee. I had plucked a large cabbage-leaf, and +having gathered a number of the first ripe strawberries to +fill it, I brought them to my lady for her approval.</p> + +<p>“Why,” she cried, “this is good luck! The first +strawberries to be gathered on Sir John’s birthday, that +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_284">[284]</span> +is what we have always desired. Come, children, and +taste them; they are your Papa’s favourite fruit.”</p> + +<p>Seating themselves on a garden-bench the ladies proceeded +to feed the children, who, nothing loth, devoured +the luscious berries with smiles of pleasure.</p> + +<p>“Oh,” cried Charles, at last, “how I wish Sir John +were here to taste them! Do you remember, mama, I +used to think my papa would be home before the trees +were green, and now the roses are here, and the strawberries +are ripe. Oh, why doesn’t the King send him +back?”</p> + +<p>“Courage, my grandson,” said the old lady, cheerfully, +“let us hope he will be here at the time of the Barley +Harvest.”</p> + +<p>“Or before the leaves are off the trees,” cried I.</p> + +<p>“Or at least before the snow comes,” sighed my lady.</p> + +<p>“Then he will be here for <i>my</i> birthday!” cried little +Hal triumphantly, his beautiful eyes alight with joy; and +his mother kissed the eager face uplifted to her, and +murmured, “God grant it!”</p> + +<p>At that moment we heard the distant sound of a horse +galloping towards the house, and instantly our interest +quickened, for the pace spoke of haste, and in those days +haste meant news of importance.</p> + +<p>“’Tis an express!” cried I, with a wild but foolish hope +that it brought tidings of my lover.</p> + +<p>“’Tis a letter from Sir John!” cried my lady. “He +has remembered—he must have directed Patrick Campbell +to express it from London being anxious I should receive +it this day.”</p> + +<p>Her colour rose and her eyes sparkled. She went +hurriedly from us to secure the precious missive without +delay, looking back over her shoulder with a joyous smile! +Alas! it was many weeks before I saw her look so happy +again.</p> + +<p>“God bless her, and grant the news be good!” said the +dowager, as she took my arm and followed slowly. “My +son’s wife is indeed a lovable woman, Barbara.”</p> + +<p>“Why, madam,” cried I, “there is not a thought in her +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_285">[285]</span> +heart that is not good and sweet. How glad I am the +letter has come to-day!”</p> + +<p>Before ten minutes were passed, I retracted my eager +words, for by that time my dear lady, and with her the +whole household, were plunged in the most distracting grief.</p> + +<p>Having followed her to the house we arrived in time to +see her standing in the hall, eagerly tearing open the letter +which had just been put into her hand, the little boys +clinging to her skirts, and waiting for the tit-bits of news +she often doled out to them from their father’s letters.</p> + +<p>As we entered she gave a loud cry, and crushing the +letter in her hand, she raised her face and gazed at us for +an instant with a look so wild and terrified that it made my +heart stand still. The next moment she turned and went +into the parlour, where we found her seated by her scrutoire, +looking the picture of despair.</p> + +<p>Sick with anxiety I dropped the old lady’s arm and ran +to embrace her, begging her in the tenderest way to let us +know the cause of her misery. Old Lady Alva, though +trembling in every limb, carefully shut the door, and +managed to reach a seat near her daughter-in-law, into +which she sank, pale and breathless.</p> + +<p>With her usual thought for others, my lady, seeing how +much she was moved, put out a shaking hand towards her +and said, though her lips were white and stiff, “Sir John is +safe, madam, so far as I know. This letter is not from +France.”</p> + +<p>“Can you let us know the cause of your agitation, my +daughter?” said the old lady, gently. “Thank God +my son is not concerned! But if you are at liberty to +divulge the tidings you have received I shall be further +gratified.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed, madam,” sighed my lady, “I see no reason +why they should be kept secret. They are, alas! but too +widely known. Oh, woe is me! that I should have been +so grossly deceived by that villain. Ah, Barbara, would +that we had never trusted him!”</p> + +<p>“Whom do you mean, cousin?” cried I, still too +frighted to think clearly. “Who has betrayed us?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_286">[286]</span></p> + +<p>“Who, but that base wretch, James Hamilton, whom I +trusted with all the knowledge and information about the +Mine that I had myself. Did I not make him overseer in +my latest transactions, and did he not know I was trusting +him with the most precious things in life—my husband’s +safety and honour? Oh, that such baseness should exist, +and in a man, too, with good blood in his veins!”</p> + +<p>“Why, what hath he done?” cried I trembling.</p> + +<p>“Listen, my dear, and you shall hear,” said my lady, +taking up the letter in her lap, and smoothing it out. “‘I +am bound to tell you some news,’ says Mr. Campbell, +‘which I know will greatly disturb you, and which in an +unexpected way bids fair to upset our plans. You will be +surprised to hear that there is lately come from Scotland, +one, James Hamilton, who, though I have not yet seen him, +I take to be the same who was lately employed by Sir John +in his <i>garden</i>. This fellow, through cupidity, or desire of +fame, I imagine, though I take it he is acting a very +treacherous part, brought with him to London some +specimens of ore; and having made inquiries as to the best +method of proceeding, and fearing I presume to employ his +friends in such a matter, went straight to my Lord Mayor, +and there made an affidavit of what he knew about the +Mine. I am credibly informed that he made no secret of +anything. He spoke frankly of his position at Alva, saying +that he was at first employed only in smelting the ore, but +he saw it brought up from the mine in great abundance, +and he believes there are still several rich veins unexplored. +He further said that after Sir John went out in the +Rebellion, he was employed by his lady in digging out as +much ore as possible, stowing it in old barrels, etc., and +burying it within the grounds of the house—the very spot +is located. In fact there is nothing wanting in his tale, +and the reason he gives for this disclosure is, forsooth, that +he knew it must come out when the Commissioners came +down to Alva, and he believed it right that His Majesty’s +Ministers should have previous knowledge, and be able to +deal with so important a business as it deserves. You will +see now that all our plans have been knocked on the head, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_287">[287]</span> +and other strings must be pulled in order to work the affair +in a suitable manner. I beg of you not to let yourself be +too downcast, for I do not yet despond of arranging some +settlement, which, with Sir John’s consent must work to his +and your advantage. I have written to him and trust he +will be brought to see the matter in the same light as myself. +In the meantime, you, my dear lady, will, I know, +have many qualms of doubt, but of one thing you may be +certain, that both I and all your friends will do our best to +extricate our good Sir John from the difficulties into which, +through no fault of his own, nor of yours, he has fallen.’”</p> + +<p>My lady dropped the letter, and for some minutes we sat +staring at each other in blank dismay. A thought struck +me sharply.</p> + +<p>“Oh, cousin,” I cried, “I believe I am to blame in not +telling you of Mr. Hamilton’s threats that day before he +left, but they seemed to me so idle I thought them not +worth repeating. Perhaps—oh, perhaps if you had known +them, you might have foreseen this calamity.”</p> + +<p>“Tell us now, child, what he said,” exclaimed the +dowager.</p> + +<p>“Why, madam, his words were wild. He asked me +very abruptly to be his wife, and upon my informing him +that such a thing was impossible, he spoke in a violent way: +said I would regret it for ever if I did not give my consent. +More was depending upon it than I thought, but not so +much on my own account as for the sake of the friends I +loved. Oh, madam, do you think he would have +abandoned his wicked scheme had I accepted him?”</p> + +<p>My lady was thinking deeply.</p> + +<p>“’Tis just possible,” she replied, “if, as I take it, he was +actuated by a desire for gain. Had he been sure of you +and your fortune, Barbara, he might have foregone his +wicked betrayal of us.”</p> + +<p>“Oh!” cried I, the tears pouring down, “would to God +I could have given him my fortune, if it would have saved +him from this terrible crime. But how could anyone +foresee such villainy, or dream of such an end as this?”</p> + +<p>For a time I wept, unrestrained, fearing that in her heart +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_288">[288]</span> +my dear lady was blaming me for helping to bring about +this disaster, but after a few minutes she bade me kindly to +dry my tears.</p> + +<p>“Comfort yourself, my dear girl,” she said, “I do not +believe you are so much to blame as you think. James +Hamilton must have nursed his deceit for many months, +and worked well in secret to carry out his wicked scheme. +His frenzy about you three months ago was, I feel sure, +worked up to give him the excuse he desired of leaving +Alva; for once Satan had entered his heart to make him +play the part of Judas, no influence could have softened +him, no love restrained him. Alas! alas! to think how +Sir John trusted him, and now he is ready to betray his +master, as the other Judas did, for paltry silver.”</p> + +<p>And with that the full tide of her fear and anguish +swelled in her heart, and she bowed her head upon her +hands and wept.</p> + +<p>Over this terrible event we talked long and earnestly, but +little satisfaction could be gained. The future was all +uncertain, for what the Parliament would decide to do was +still unknown, and though we suggested to each other +various ways out of the difficulty, not one seemed wholly +satisfactory. As we were due at Dysart that week for the +wedding, my lady looked forward to meeting Mr. Erskine +and taking his counsel on the matter. But I must own +that the gaiety of the occasion, which ought to have been +without stint, was greatly dimmed by the heavy anxiety we +carried about in our breasts. Try as we would to be light-hearted +and careless, “Mr. Nabit’s affair,” as my lady calls +it, was the uppermost thought in our minds, and the +treachery of Hamilton cast a cloud over all our pleasure.</p> + +<p>My lady, being much occupied, sent me with the +children and Phemie to Dysart a couple of days in advance, +she herself arriving with Aunt Betty on the very morning +of the wedding-day. My dear Betty made a beautiful and +happy bride, and my Lord Wemyss with his handsome +person and pleasant manners won great favour from all her +friends.</p> + +<p>I was somewhat surprised to see David Pitcairn among +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_289">[289]</span> +the guests (his Reverend uncle performing the ceremony), +his grave courtesy as genuine as ever, his kind eyes following +Betty just as of yore. I think he had steeled himself to +this last encounter as a kind of sacrificial farewell, for the +very next day he left Dysart, and though he returned there +from time to time, I, for one, never saw him again.</p> + +<p>A few days after the wedding the Earl and Countess +invited us all to Wemyss, where we spent a week very +happily, for it was impossible not to be affected by +company so merry and good-humoured. On the night +before we left we were sitting at supper, the servants having +left the room, and stories were told and toasts drunk with +much gaiety, for as it was but a family party there was little +reserve required.</p> + +<p>My lord stood up with a full glass, and gave “The King!”</p> + +<p>The young Countess rose to her feet, her face flushed, +her eyes sparkling. There was a crystal water-jug before +her on the table, and with a graceful movement she passed +her glass above it.</p> + +<p>“Ay, the King!” she cried, “with all my heart—God +bless him!”</p> + +<p>With a little laugh my lady followed her example, and I, +nothing loth, did likewise. The Earl looked amused but +disapproving.</p> + +<p>“What, ladies, treason at my table? Tut, tut, this will +never do.”</p> + +<p>“My lord,” said Betty, smiling at him very sweetly, “in the +brightest moment of our hopes last year, I would not drink +confusion to the King’s enemies because you, my lord, +were one of them. You would not have me less loyal now +to the unfortunate Prince over the water, who is far from +being the enemy of any of us?”</p> + +<p>“Why, Betty,” replied my lord, “as to that you must +please yourself. I wish the poor man no ill, so ’tis no harm +to drink his very good health. But you must forgive me, +madam, if I say I cannot but rejoice at his failure, for had +he succeeded in his design, your adorable head would +have been so turned that you would never have looked my +way again.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_290">[290]</span></p> + +<p>And then in quieter tones he gave the toast of “Absent +Friends,” and smiles died away and the light laughter was +hushed, for there was not a soul in the room that night that +was not yearning over loved ones far away.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER XVII</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p class='right pr2'> + (Wemyss.)</p> +<p> + <span class="smcap">My Dearest Life</span>, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>I delay’d writing in hops to have heard from +you, butt it is more than a month since I had that pleasure, +and it was just when you was 41, so you may judge what a +pain it is to me. Now that our London friend can convey +our letters, it surprises me there is none. I pray God you may +be well.</p> + +<p>I had a letter from our friend at London, and he tells me +he has writ to you of the discovery James H. has made of +Mr. Nabit’s affair. It has griev’d me very much, and it is no +small satisfaction that it has not failed by any neglect of +mine, but he certainly designed to commit the villainy and +went away with that veiu, for nothing I could do could make +him stay. God in his wise providence has order’d it, and I +must submit, but it is a great tryal. I have done already what +was fit to do upon such ane exigence, and my friend will doe +all in his power at London, but what will be the end of it God +knows! I am not altogether without hope, tho’ I must own my +grounds are but small. I dare not write so plainly to you of +it as I incline, lest it should mis-carry and doe ane injury on +that particular, but I think it a lucky providence it went off, +and I hope it shall never come on till it do it (with) the right +owner. God in wise providence thinks fit to try us many +different ways. I pray God make us both have the right use +of them, and seeing the vanity and emptiness of all things in +this world, we may seek what is more lasting and durable.</p> + +<p>Bess was married Wednesday last, and after I had order’d +my unlucky affair the best I could, I came to my father’s that +morning. Now I am at her own house, where I could have +been merry and blithe, but now melancholy prevails so much +that I cannot express it. And yet I cannot help thinking this +cannot last; but at another time I am ready to despair, and +my being absent from you without any prospect of meeting is +the bitterest part of all. But I ought to be resigned in that and +every other particular, and wait the Lord’s time with patience.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_291">[291]</span></p> + +<p>Your boys are well and my health is better now than it used +to be, tho’ my toyl has been great and my mind much +disturbed. The earl and his wife salutes you and wishes +often for you here, and remembers with great respect your +good company.</p> + +<p>I cannot frame a notion now but everything will be unlucky, +but that is a fault. Aunt Betty is here and is in great concern +for all that may affect you. Hope the best and trust in God, +for what he sends is certainly best for us. Dearest Life, let +me hear from you, and endeavor to make your misfortuns as +easy as possible. I can say no more just now but that I hope +the person who comes shall never see far in Mr. Nabit, but +you shall know. Write to our friend at London when you want +money, for that is the only way I can supply you. Melancholy +increases when I either write or speak on this subject, so I’ll +end. Wishing you all patient submission and intire trust in +God, who is able and ready to help us if we be not wanting to +ourselves. May (He) ever preserve you and send you His +blessing is the earnest wish of her who is ever</p> + +<p class="right pr2"> + Yours. +</p> + +<p>July 8.</p> + +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_292">[292]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXX"> + CHAPTER XXX + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'> + THE AFFAIR OF THE MINE IN THE MOUNTAIN IS MUCH + DISCUSSED AT LONDON, BUT WITH NO COMFORTING + RESULTS</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>I have now to tell you of a period of great heaviness and +anxiety to all those concerned in Sir John’s affairs. +Many a time in after days have I heard my dear lady say, +that these three months which followed our return from +Dysart were the longest and darkest of all that weary year.</p> + +<p>The danger of my kind guardian’s ruin now seemed +tenfold more imminent, for public attention having been +brought to bear upon his affairs and himself placed in a +position too prominent to be secure, it was impossible to +know what would next befall. At first we at Alva scarcely +realised how much was being made of the affair at London, +but as the days went on, bringing my lady many letters +from Mr. Campbell describing the development of events, +it was soon made clear that the matter was considered a +very serious one indeed. Mr. Charles Erskine was much +with us, and many a long and serious talk my lady had +with him. Sir Harry Stirling of Ardoch, who was also in +her confidence, frequently added his counsel to these +discussions, and being a sensible and energetic man, +greatly in favour with Sir John, his presence gave my lady +courage, and helped a little to ease her burden.</p> + +<p>The story of the “Silver Mine in the Mountain,” as it +was called, had excited a huge interest among the +authorities, for you may be sure that not only were the +reports of its wealth exaggerated, but it was seriously +affirmed that the whole range of the Ochils was teeming +with precious metals, and it only needed a skilled engineer +of mines to discover the treasure. As, by an old Scots +Act of 1592, a tenth part of all ore found in Scotland +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_293">[293]</span> +belonged by right to the Crown, there was some reason in +the eagerness of the Government to learn the truth of the +matter, and the affair was mentioned in the House of +Commons, discussed in the Cabinet, and indeed brought +before King George himself by my Lord Townshend, the +Secretary of State.</p> + +<p>The King, who had had some knowledge of mining in his +native country, where silver was found to some extent, was +monstrously interested in the news, and demanded that my +Lord Townshend should bring him an exact report, first of +the value of the ore, and secondly of the extent and richness +of the veins yet to be worked. The ore having been +submitted to Sir Isaac Newton, the Master of the Mint, he +sent in a report to my lord, which though satisfactory in +its way, only served to inflame their greedy desires, for Sir +Isaac affirmed that “the ore was exceeding rich, a pound +weight avoirdupois holding 4/2 in silver;” moreover he +added that the silver was of the purest quality, holding +neither gold nor copper.</p> + +<p>As to a knowledge of the mines themselves, my Lord +Townshend informed the King that he had no means of +gaining this without sending someone into Scotland to +examine the locality, and as Sir John was not yet attainted, +and the property still in the hands of his lady, that, said my +lord, would be a doubtful proceeding. Upon this his +Majesty asked if there were no other way of getting the +information, whereupon it was proposed to send for Mr. +Haldane of Gleneagles, who, being connected with Sir +John’s family, and at the same time much in favour at +Court, would be a likely person to supply them with what +they needed.</p> + +<p>The result of this combination was that one morning my +lady received an express from Mr. Haldane, which, when +she had perused it, threw her into the utmost consternation. +Indeed her rage and grief were like to make a breach +between them for good, for he wrote to her in a way which, +instead of furthering his ends, helped to frustrate them +altogether. I am willing to believe that this gentleman +meant nothing but kindness to Sir John, and was indeed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_294">[294]</span> +rather proud of his part in the affair, thinking he was +serving the family in the best manner possible; but he and +my lady did not see the thing in the same light. He told +her that the King had graciously commanded him to write +to her instead of sending down officers to ask her questions; +that it was therefore absolutely necessary she should inform +him of all particulars connected with the mine, its probable +extent, what they had got out of it, and particularly what +knowledge she had of any acts connected with its +possession, with which Sir John may have acquainted her. +His Majesty, he said, was inclined to clemency, and were +her reports satisfactory he had promised to sign a pardon +permitting Sir John to return to Scotland and resume +occupation of his estates, provided the mines were worked +openly, and a proper share of the precious metal confirmed +to the Crown. This Mr. Haldane considered a fair and +merciful concession, and he advised my lady to keep +nothing back but to rely on his Majesty’s generosity; for +if she failed to comply with his demands in every particular, +the King would cause Sir John’s name to be put in the +next bill of attainder, and my lady and her family would be +treated with the height of rigour.</p> + +<p>Now you can well understand that to a person of my +lady’s spirit such a letter would but act as an incentive to +defiance. I can remember to this day how proudly she +drew herself up, her eyes flashing and the ready colour +rising to her cheek.</p> + +<p>“Is it to be imagined,” she cried, “that I shall comply +with such a demand as that? If Sir John is not yet +attainted he is a free man, and an honest gentleman, with +full right to do what he will with his own. No creature on +earth, be he King or Prime Minister, has any title to call +him to account for any part of his possessions; no, nor any +right to peer and pry into his affairs. Let them send their +officers, vile wretches, to make enquiries, I care not, but ’tis +little they will get out of me! Comply, indeed! As soon +would I give up my house to the first comer and beg my +bread, with a child in each hand, from door to door!”</p> + +<p>“What will you tell him?” I asked.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_295">[295]</span></p> + +<p>“I shall tell him, Barbara, nothing but the truth, you +may be sure of that. But it will not be all the truth,” she +added, with a laugh that betrayed her bitterness. “Do +they deserve open dealings from me? Is it not a fine thing +to write to a woman behind her husband’s back, ordering +her to betray his interests without a word to or from himself? +Oh, I shall never forgive Gleneagles for this! I +could not have believed him capable of such treachery. I +am certain his good wife, my sister Nell, can know nothing +of it; but how can I ever be friendly again with her spouse?”</p> + +<p>“Will you consult Mr. Erskine,” I said, “before you +write?”</p> + +<p>My lady remained for some time gazing thoughtfully on +the ground.</p> + +<p>“I think,” she said at length, “it will be wiser to write +at once having consulted no one. Who knows what +dangers lurk for those who befriend us as well as for ourselves? +If Charles were here, or Harry Stirling, I would +talk the matter over with them, but I cannot conceive that +anything they might say would alter my mind, and if the +King is angry it were better not to involve my friends.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, dear madam,” cried I, in childish fear. “You +will not say aught to anger the King?”</p> + +<p>“Why, Barbara, as to that we must take our chance, but +I fear my reply will scarce appear conciliatory to him and +his friends. I shall say that ’tis true Sir John has found +silver on his estate (that fact can no longer be concealed), +but to no great amount; indeed the vein he was +working hath already given out, and I am in doubt +whether any more will be found. I shall say that I can +give him no information of any kind, that I know nothing +of acts or treaties, but that I should esteem it a truly +unfriendly action if any were sent down here to investigate +matters in the absence of Sir John. I will remind him +that my husband is not yet attainted, and in the meantime +I have full control of all his property and estates, so that +no steps can be taken without my consent.”</p> + +<p>Some such reply as this was forthwith written and +despatched that day, my lady still burning with indignation +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_296">[296]</span> +and full of wrath. But I think she repented her +haste and heat—though not her decision—when, a few +days later, she heard from Mr. Campbell. Her letter, +he told her, had greatly enraged the others, and Mr. +Haldane, acting always in the King’s interest, agreed with +my Lord Townshend that nothing now remained but to +make out the order of inquiry and send a Commission from +the Government to Scotland without delay. To ease my +lady’s mind on this score, Mr. Campbell assured her +that he had in his mind something which would delay +this scheme, hoping, indeed, to prevent it altogether.</p> + +<p>Sick at heart as my lady was, and torn with fears of all +kinds, she yet believed so strongly in Mr. Campbell’s +good sense and kindness that his promises comforted her +not a little, and enabled her to bear with some semblance +of patience the uncertainty and delay of the next few +weeks. Mr. Erskine, as I said, came frequently from +Edinburgh to see her, and nothing could exceed his +kindness and diligence on her behalf.</p> + +<p>She was now busily employed in removing from their +hiding-place near the house the barrels and casks of ore, +and bestowing them safely in a spot, of which none but +herself, and Mr. Erskine, and the men employed had any +knowledge. As the strictest secrecy was to be preserved, +the work was done during the night, and great ingenuity +must have been used, for not a creature ever discovered +nor attempted to divulge the matter.</p> + +<p>On our asking what means Mr. Campbell was employing +to delay the sending of the Commission, Mr. Erskine told +us that by the advice of Sir David Dalrymple, the Lord +Advocate, he had brought to their notice the old Scots +law which enacted that minerals found on any man’s +estate were not to be included in confiscated property; +so that, even supposing Sir John were attainted, the +Government would have no more interest in his mines +than a small share in the profits. This consideration +made them pause, for they were determined to get the +most out of it that they could, and yet were reluctant +about ignoring the law in a way that would probably +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_297">[297]</span> +enrage all Scotland. However, the delay was precious +to our interests, and when one day Mr. Erskine informed +my lady that he had decided to go to Holland next month +to meet with his brother, Dr. Erskine, and learn what +could be done for Sir John by the influence of the Czar, her +heart was greatly lightened and hope again asserted itself.</p> + +<p>Mr. Erskine was to go first to his country house, Tinwald, +in Dumfriesshire, and from there to London, that he might +consult with Mr. Campbell before setting out for the Hague. +As it turned out, this step was the best he could have taken, +for, as you will see later, he also was instrumental in delaying +the Commission, although, owing to the zealousness of +Mr. Haldane, and some others, to serve the King, it was +found impossible to dispose of it altogether.</p> + +<p>Not having had any word of Sir John for nigh two +months, my lady was getting very downcast as to what +had become of him, and her fears were not lessened by +reading in the papers that my Lord Duffus had been +arrested at Hamburg, and was now in prison. Thoughts +of her husband’s danger haunted her night and day, and +we were all greatly relieved when one evening towards the +end of July two letters reached her from Sir John, which set +her immediate fears to rest. More than anything else was +she thankful to hear that her husband was no longer in the +company of the exiled King, though if she could have +known the business he was then employed in, I warrant she +would have thought she had room enough for fears.</p> + +<p>In her reply to those letters you will see that her method +of expressing herself is more cautious than usual, for she +takes the name of <i>Mrs. Amond</i> for herself and <i>Mr. Ashton</i> +for Sir John, while Mr. Campbell is <i>Duncan</i>, Mr. Erskine, +<i>Key</i>, and Mr. Haldane, <i>Humphray</i>.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER XVIII</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p class='right pr1'> + July 29.</p> +<p> + Dearest Creature, +</p> + +<p class='letter-indent-plus'>It’s impossible to express the trouble and +uneasyness Mrs. Amond has been in since the last misfortune, +which you know of long ere now both from Duncan and her; +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_298">[298]</span> +and to add to her trouble she had not heard from Mr. Ashton +for two months, for yours of the 3 and another of the 12 of +July only came to her hand last night. I can assure you, +both were most acceptable and gave her that quiet of mind +which she had not felt of a long time. Duncan told me in +his last letter he was to writ to you, and he will inform you +better of that unlucky affair and how it now stands than I +can doe. But he has acted a winderful part, and has been so +far successful to delay it till Mr. Ashton be on a surer footing.... +Who knows but it may turn to Mr. Ashton’s advantage, +and in the meantime I hop you will soon get a good account +of all ... which, if rightly managed, will be of use. Key +and Mrs. Amond has both been in pain how to manage +everything that could occasion the appearing of what they +were earnest to hide as long as Humphray had anything +to do in the country. At such a time it’s impossible to think +all will succeed as we wold have it; but with Duncan’s +diligence we got more time for all than could have been +expected, and if it had not been for Duncan, Mr. Ashton +wold a been undone by one who has the same relation to +Mr. Ashton that Duncan has, but he acted the contrary +part and pusht Mr. Ashton’s ruin, and said it was to serve +him and his family. How will Mrs. Amond live with that +man that has used her best friend so ill? To be just to his +wife, she thought it really was as he said; but his actings +in that particular has made him odious, and yet I intend to +be in good friendship with him, more for his ill than his good.</p> + +<p>Key goes to his Country-house this week and intends to +go from thence to the Carse (Holland) by way of Airth +(London) that he may talk with Duncan, and then go and +find Peter (Dr. Erskine) by whose help only we are to expect +something done. Mr. Ashton is doubtful if it will doe. No +body can say it will or it will not, but as things now are, it +seems absolutely necessare to try; and had Mr. Ashton been +attainted and the misfortun to follow, there could a been no +retrieving; and if Peter doe not secure it before Humphray +return, we will be in a very hard state. But there has been +so many different turns of providence in that affair, Mrs. +Amond has hopes yet, tho’ when she reflects how many +difficulties (there are) and perhaps that of Mr. Ashton’s not +being willing to agree to terms that may be askt, she fears +the worst. But her greatest concern is for Mr. Ashton, and +she begs if you do come to the Carse to meet Key or Peter +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_299">[299]</span> +that you may take care not to come where you may be in +danger, because the Prints bears that Lord D.(uffus) was +taken at Hamburg, and she had rather all want to Pot before +Mr. Ashton’s person were in the least danger. It certainly +was a right measure for Key to go and see Peter, and the +more that a near friend was sent to Peter’s master with a view +to prepossess Peter with an ill opinion of Ashton, Key, Duncan +and all the rest, that so they might play their own game; and +when they hear of Key’s going it will put that family (the +Haldanes) mad. Certain it is Humphray has made Peter great +offers if he will get his master to agree to what he desires.</p> + +<p>I doubt not Duncan will supply you with money, for he is +the only person that can do it just now, and he has the effect, +so write to him freely.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Amond was afraid you had been displeased with her +for asking you to leave your society. It was a hardship on +her to ask you; but when she thought how much was at +stake, and the opportunity lost could never be recalled except +Kid had better success, she thought it right to lay it before +you; and your being content to yield to your friends and her, +makes her both wish and hop it may be done in the manner +you wold have it, and she will never wish you to doe anything +that may reflect on you or occasion you uneasyness.</p> + +<p>If you saw what different affairs Mrs. Amond has every day +you wold see it’s impossible for her to leave this place, and +indeed, as things now are, she cannot leave it a day; so she +has not the least thought of coming tho’ she inclines it very +much, but she could not doe it without partly blaming herself, +and all the world wold do the same. And as she has always +preferr’d Mr. Ashton’s interest to her own satisfaction, she +intends to continue in her duty till providence sends her a +happy opportunity of seeing that person who is so much the +object of her thoughts, and for whom she thinks she can +never doe enough; and it’s her satisfaction that, barring the +vilainy of that creature (Hamilton) which was no way her +fault, all her matters had been as well as could have been +expected at such a time. Mr. Ashton’s boys are well.</p> + +<p class="right pr8">Dearest Life,</p> +<p class='right pr2'>Adieu.</p> + +<p>I writ to Duncan last week to send you money that you +might not be obligt to wait for it in case you intended to leave +the place. May God preserve you and direct you in every +particular, and for God’s sake beware of coming where you +may be in danger.</p> + +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_300">[300]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXXI"> + CHAPTER XXXI + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'> + THE MATTER IS STILL FURTHER DELAYED, BUT OUR + ANXIETIES CONTINUE</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>“How often did I say to you in the old days, Barbara, +that I had dark misgivings about the Silver Mine?” said +my lady one day, resting her head upon her hand and +looking weary and discouraged. “I knew not what it +meant, but ever have I had the presentiment that it would +be the cause of great misfortune, and behold it is come +true!”</p> + +<p>It was now the middle of August, and the negotiations +in London had advanced considerably, but in no very +satisfactory manner for Sir John. The post had just +arrived, and I had found my Lady Erskine deep in her +letters, from which she very obligingly read me some +extracts. The situation certainly gave rise to much +anxiety. In spite of Sir David Dalrymple’s verdict, the +Ministers had been advised by their own lawyers to ignore +the Scottish law of mines as to confiscature, so that our +hopes in that direction were undermined; and as each +party, King, Ministers, and Commons worked secretly in +the matter, it seemed that much time would be lost +before any decision could be come to.</p> + +<p>“Dear madam,” cried I, in response to my lady’s +remarks, “does not Mr. Campbell still have hope that it +may turn to Sir John’s benefit? He has not lost heart, +and why should we? He is determined to fight for it, +and with the help of Mr. Erskine and Doctor Robin, may +we not hope that something will be done?”</p> + +<p>“My heart is very heavy,” she sighed, “and oh, the +time is long—long! If I had but the assurance, Barbara, +that my dear life would be restored to me safe and sound, +I would almost consent to give them the information they +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_301">[301]</span> +desire, and let them do their worst. The absence of Sir +John is still the bitterest part of all.”</p> + +<p>“Courage, dear cousin!” I whispered, kneeling down +beside her and encircling her with my arms, for the look +in her eyes smote my heart, and I knew that I had no real +comfort to give her. “Be patient a little longer and brave, +madam, I pray.”</p> + +<p>“The many difficulties that lie in our path keep +recurring to my mind,” she said, rousing herself a little, +“and I go over them to myself again and again. We +know now that, in spite of all Mr. Campbell’s care, the +Scots law of mines is to go for naught. The Government +is eagerly anxious to make Sir John an outlaw, and lay +hands on all his belongings. They are determined to send +down the commission to see what is in the matter, and +thereby we incur great danger; ‘for,’ says Patrick Campbell, +‘if they find nothing where they imagine mountains of +silver, they will be very angry, and say there is no reason +why Sir John should get his pardon, seeing he has nothing +to give in return; if, on the other hand, they stumble +on something of value, scruples will at once be raised—why +should it not all be seized and made use of in payment +of the public debts? The ministers fear the clamour of +the House of Commons in these days, and there are signs +that my Lord Townshend is not so secure as he thinks.’ +You see, Barbara, Sir John is ‘between the devil and the +deep sea,’ as the saying is, and nothing is less certain now +than his pardon.”</p> + +<p>I held my peace, depressed beyond measure by what I +had heard.</p> + +<p>“On the other hand,” she went on, “there are other +difficulties which arise in my mind, knowing my dear +husband as I do. Suppose the Prince of Wales prevails +with his father to grant the remission, and the latter makes +conditions too hard for Sir John to accept, what then? +We are in a worse hole than before. Were they to +insist upon his taking the oath of allegiance to King +George, and renouncing all interest in his rightful King; +or worse still, were they to question him in the hope of his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_302">[302]</span> +turning spy, I am perfectly certain that Sir John would +refuse to accept anything at their hands, and prefer rather +to live and die an exile.”</p> + +<p>“And <i>you</i> would rather that he did so, madam,” cried I.</p> + +<p>“Oh, without doubt, my dear, I would. I could not +ask him to stain his honour, however much I should +benefit. But can you wonder, child, that my heart is sore, +thinking of all that may lie before us? Sir John is not a +very young man, and my boys are ever in my thoughts.”</p> + +<p>And with that she left me, going upstairs as I suspected +to her praying-closet, where she was wont to seek comfort +and help in all her troubles.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>I will now tell you briefly of what took place at London, +without waiting to describe the way in which each item of +news reached us. The summer was nearly over, and it was +fully a year since the beginning of that unlucky affair, +which had brought nothing but loss and woe to so many. +The unfortunate prisoners still lay in their dungeons, and +from time to time we heard sorrowful tales of sickness and +deaths among them. It had been decided, in a quite +illegal way, that the Scots prisoners were to be tried at +Carlisle in the autumn, chiefly, as we all knew, because no +Scots jury could be trusted to condemn them; and this +action greatly increased the rage and discontent against the +Government, for all parties throughout the country acknowledged +its injustice. Many blameless people were +suffering privation, and bereavement, and bitter loss, and +the state of our poor country was truly to be deplored. +One piece of comfort my lady had, for old Colonel Erskine +and his son, though still in the Fleet were, owing to the +kindness of their friends, in good heart and fair health. +Great hopes were held out of their final delivery (which +indeed took place a couple of months later), seeing that +nothing could be found against them.</p> + +<p>We were made anxious about this time by hearing that +our little favourite, Lordy Erskine, was laid down with the +small-pox, from which both his stepmother and her little +daughter were suffering. He was indeed a most attractive +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_303">[303]</span> +child, and it was with great relief that we heard in good +time of his complete recovery. And here I think I must +tell you of Tommy’s spirited reply to General Stanhope, +which, though you may have forgotten it, was much +quoted at the time among his friends. When the Secretary +one day, some weeks before the Earl of Mar left +Scotland, was visiting Westminster School, his eye lighted +on my young lord, and, being struck by his charming +appearance, he inquired whose son he was. On being +told, he went up to the boy, and asked him some questions +as to how his studies were progressing. Tommy replied +modestly, “Indifferently well.” Whereupon Mr. Stanhope, +with what I must confess was very questionable taste, +hoped that whatever my Lord Erskine learned at school, +he would learn not to be a Rebel like his father. At that +Tommy put his hands on his sides, and looking the General +steadily in the face, said boldly, “Let me remind you, sir, +that it is not yet decided <i>who</i> are the Rebels!”</p> + +<p>As his aunt, Lady Jean, remarked when telling us the +story, the Government might deprive him of his estates, +but they could not rob him of his good sense and ready wit.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>The “Process of Outlawry” against Sir John was suddenly +checked by the consideration that, although the Commissioners +were sent to Alva, they might easily fail in their +quest without the assistance of the owner. Mr. Campbell +had taken care to enlarge upon Sir John’s wide and intimate +knowledge of mining affairs, and indeed at that time he was +one of the few gentlemen in Britain who had made the +subject a matter of study. Having worked the coal upon +his estate, and discovered the Silver Mine for himself, it was +given out that he knew more of the geological conditions of +the Ochil Range than any man living, and it occurred to +Lord Townshend that to quarrel with the man that +possessed such valuable knowledge was not the wisest +policy; in fact, it might be compared to the folly of killing +the goose that laid the golden eggs. He therefore, +after consulting with the Prince of Wales—the King himself +having gone over to Hanover on a holiday—sent for +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_304">[304]</span> +Mr. Campbell, and after some preliminaries, suggested that +the best thing for all concerned was to persuade Sir John +to return to Scotland to conduct the business himself. Mr. +Campbell, always anxious to gain time, and to make things +sure before committing his friends, said he would be obliged +to lay the matter before Mr. Erskine, whom he was expecting +immediately to visit him at London. My lord +thereupon begged that Mr. Erskine be persuaded to call +upon him on his arrival, to which proposition Mr. Campbell, +nothing loth, agreed.</p> + +<p>My lady, in the midst of her anxiety, was amused to learn +that when Mr. Erskine was introduced to the Secretary +that gentleman asked him point blank what information he +could give about his brother’s Mine. But the future Lord +Justice Clerk was too good a lawyer to fall into so simple +a trap. He answered very firmly that, as he understood the +disclosure of that affair was to be made the condition of +some favour shown to Sir John, until he was assured of the +extent and certainty of the benefit, he must beg to be +excused from giving them any information. This reply, +which was only what might have been expected, threw the +Minister back to where he had been; so after much +consultation and discussion, it was at last agreed that the +Prince of Wales should grant a protection to Sir John for +his return to Britain, at the same time writing to the King +in Hanover for a warrant for his pardon, which would be +delivered to him, signed and sealed, upon his presenting +himself to Lord Townshend. Mr. Erskine and Mr. +Campbell were at great pains to have the conditions made +as plain as possible, for, they affirmed, it would be useless +to expect Sir John to take oaths, or to give information +against his inclination. A promise was then made that full +discovery of the Mine was all that would be required of +him, and my Lord Townshend suggested that a letter to +this effect be intrusted to Sir Harry Stirling, and that he +should set out forthwith to find his uncle and lay the +matter before him.</p> + +<p>We were all now able to breathe a little more freely, +though our anxieties were by no means at an end. For +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_305">[305]</span> +close upon this came the news, that in spite of the promises +of the Prince and the Minister, the Commissioners were +still to be sent to spy out the land, and by no means +would they be delayed until Sir John could send a reply. +This excess of zeal was attributed to Haldane of Gleneagles, +and as you can imagine, it did not tend to increase my +lady’s love for that gentleman. However, backed by his +friends in the House of Commons, Gleneagles was like to +win his way, which prospect filled us with fear and trouble, +as there was no saying what the result would be, should the +Commissioners reach Alva before Sir John landed at +London, and had his pardon in his hand.</p> + +<p>Sir Isaac Newton was now approached, it being suggested +that he should himself head the party of inquiry, and make +investigation of the mines. But fortunately as it turned +out, this wise and learned man raised objections to this +scheme, affirming that as he was not skilled in such matters +he would be of little use, and suggesting rather that someone +bred up to that kind of work be sent instead of him. +He spoke of the King’s Silver Mines in Hanover, and gave +it as his opinion that an expert from that country should +be chosen. This meeting with general approval, an express +was despatched abroad to summon one, Dr. Justus +Brandshagen, who was said to be a skilled engineer of mines.</p> + +<p>This news enraged my Lady Erskine to such a degree +that she could not contain her wrath, and as I was equally +angry, we stormed together for several minutes till our +feelings were somewhat relieved.</p> + +<p>“And who,” she cried with fine scorn, pointing to Mr. +Campbell’s letter, “who do you suppose is appointed guide +and assistant to this German miner? Who, but our good +friend and late trusty servant, Mr. James Hamilton!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, madam,” cried I aghast, “’tis little short of an +outrage! How will that man ever be able to look at you +again? How dare he show his face within twenty miles of +Alva? This indeed might be called adding insult to +injury. I, for one, will never speak to him again.”</p> + +<p>“Alas! Barbara,” said my lady, with tears of anger in her +eyes, “’tis but the fulfilment of all his hopes, the clear result +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_306">[306]</span> +of all his scheming. For money he betrayed us, for money he +will return, and I doubt not he will be able to brazen it out, +and even to justify his conduct in the eyes of some people.”</p> + +<p>An urgent letter was that day despatched to Mr. Erskine, +begging him as he valued my lady’s friendship and his +brother’s welfare, to lose no time in setting out for +Holland, and having found Sir John (for we had not yet +heard of his meeting with Sir Harry Stirling) to urge him +with all the fervour and eloquence in his power to make no +delay, but return at once to England, and secure the favour +promised to him. How short a time lay before him none +could tell, but it would be a monstrous wrong, now that +the longed-for boon lay so near his grasp, to let it fail them +through any lack of care. Should Sir John refuse to listen +to reason, there was still the help of Doctor Robin and his +master to fall back upon. “But oh,” she wrote, “do all +you can to persuade him (and it’s <i>you</i> that have the +golden tongue) to listen to our wishes in the matter.”</p> + +<p>A speedy reply was returned to her, saying that Mr. +Erskine was on the eve of starting for the Hague, and +assuring her that she might have full confidence in his +endeavours, seeing that in this, his wishes jumped with her +own. It showed the more devotion to his brother’s case, +that Mr. Erskine had left his young wife at Tinwald in a +delicate condition, and indeed she was brought to bed of +her eldest son, while her husband was still abroad.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>Nothing now was to be done but to await results, and all +our minds were occupied by the question as to which +should arrive first: Sir John in London to claim his pardon, +or the Commissioners at Alva to make their investigations.</p> + +<p>In this matter I have always believed that Providence +interfered in our behalf, and my lady, I know, agreed with +me, for as we learned afterwards, when Dr. Brandshagen +(how we hated the poor man’s name, though no blame +attached to him,) was at last ready to set out for Scotland, +having been delayed at London waiting for money and +instructions, at first it took him five days to find a ship that +would carry him and his effects to Leith, and when he sailed +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_307">[307]</span> +on the 20th of September, he encountered such tempestuous +weather, that he was three weeks and two days on the way. +Twice were they overtaken by storms, in which they lost a +mast each time, and thrice were they driven upon sand-banks, +so that it was not till the 15th of October that he arrived +in Edinburgh, where he had a conference with the Earl of +Lauderdale, John Haldane of Gleneagles, and a friend of +the latter, Mr. Drummond. But by that time, I am glad to +say, it was too late for the mischief they were meditating, as +I shall show you in the next chapter.</p> + +<p>My lady wrote frequently to her husband during those +trying weeks, but most if not all of her letters miscarried, for +the last remaining one in the packet is a hasty fragment +which I give you here. Short as it is, it serves to show +you the state of the poor lady’s mind at this time, her one +thought being the consent of Sir John to the terms +proposed, and her fear that it would not be given in time.</p> + +<div class='section'> +<h3>LETTER XIX</h3> +</div> + +<blockquote> +<p class='no-indent'> + Dr. Sr. +</p> + +<p>Amond bids me tell you she had yours of the 25th of August, +but she regretes Ashton has not yet met with Sr. Harry S—g. +He is yet in quest of him, and she hops you will both accept +of the proffers that’s made, and soon let your friends know that +you doe so. There is people soon to be sent down in quest, +and if it were possible you could be here, it’s more in your +power to manage with respect to the Garden than any +other mortall.... I shall writ all to Duncan and Key, who will +be more fit to advise you, for they seem not to be out of hope +of getting the pardon expected as soon as your answer comes. +The friends here say otherwise, and think H—y is gone to +diswade you. There must be no delay in the case as you +regard your interest, but be directed in the way and manner +by Key and Duncan. God preserve and direct you.</p> + +<p>Our friends in the Fleet, I have good reason to think, will be +safe, but those here seem to have bitter things before them.... +I am sorry you have not got all my letters, but Ashton’s is a +great consolation in the midst of different troubles. Your children +are well.</p> + +<p>Dearest Creatur, let us have your answer soon, for these +creatures will be down in eight or ten days, and what I shall +doe, God knows! I am in great hast at present, but shall be +more full next post.</p> + +<p class="right pr2"> + So Dear, Adieu.</p> + +</blockquote> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_308">[308]</span></p> + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXXII"> + CHAPTER XXXII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'> + SHOWS SOMETHING OF THE TRIALS AND PERPLEXITIES OF + OUR GOOD SIR JOHN OVER THE BUSINESS</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>In the meantime Sir John himself had been passing +through various anxieties of his own, though I can only +give you a very brief account of his doings from the notes +in my little diary, and the remembrance of his own +conversation. It was not till long afterwards that I realised +how much greater cause we should have had to tremble +had we known more of the brave knight’s movements +during these months of summer. I have told you how my +lady’s heart was lightened by learning that he had at last +taken his departure from Avignon. No doubt, dear soul, +she regarded it as the tardy result of her wifely prayers and +counsels. But had she known of the packet he bore with +him, which, if discovered by the agents of King George, +would have put an end to all hope of pardon for ever, +what terrors she would have suffered, what anguish of +anxiety she would have endured; and with good reason—for +the King had entrusted to Sir John a letter to the King +of Sweden, begging for his help in a new endeavour to +recover his birthright.</p> + +<p>The news of the Forfeited Estates Bill, which had been +passed, was a great blow to Sir John, for the thought that +others should suffer through him was intolerable to his +kind and honest heart, and he fully agreed with my lady’s +dictum, that anything she could save out of the estate must +go to the paying of private debts even to the last sixpence. +When the news of the treacherous discovery of his Mine +reached him, he was further distressed, realising all that it +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_309">[309]</span> +meant for him. As Mr. Campbell, in writing of this, had +warned him that it might be necessary for some of his +friends to go and consult with him as to a method of +procedure, he, after confiding his troubles to his friend, the +Earl of Mar, and receiving kind permission from the King, +decided to go to Hamburg where he should be within easy +reach of the Hague, and also in the way of meeting his +brother, the doctor, who with his master, the Czar, was +expected shortly in these parts.</p> + +<p>He accordingly set out from Avignon about the middle +of July, going first to Brussels and then to Amsterdam, but +upon finding there letters from home of the greatest importance, +he hurried to Lubeck, where, after waiting some +days, he was rejoiced to welcome his nephew, Sir Harry +Stirling, who laid before him my Lord Townshend’s +proposals, and explained the situation of things at home. +Thinking that having got such lenient conditions there +was no great press in making up his mind on the matter, +Sir John, having written an account of it to my Lord Mar, +proceeded on his errand to Hamburg, where he found that +General Hamilton, with whom he was ordered to consult +on the King’s affairs, was not in that place, and indeed was +at too great a distance to communicate with him. He met +instead the agent of the Swedish King, Colonel Sparre, and +accepting his offer to bring him to Sweden under cover of +his own passport, he went with him to Travemunde, only to +find it in possession of a small Russian garrison, which was +nevertheless strong enough to bar the way to suspected +travellers, Russia and Sweden being at enmity at that time. +He was for some days weather-bound in a small town on +the Elbe about forty miles from Hamburg, which he +described as a “miserable nasty hole, where the inhabitants +did nothing but drink bad beer, smoke bad tobacco, and +chatter in a tongue which he could not understand.” Cut +off from all letters, and chafing at the delay, he fell into a +fit of depression, he told us after, that bordered on despair. +But the weather clearing at last, he made his way back to +Hamburg, where he found a letter from my Lord Mar, bidding +him give up the notion of going to Sweden at this time.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_310">[310]</span></p> + +<p>As he had learned from Colonel Sparre that though the +King of Sweden was favourable to King James, many of his +statesmen were not, and that according to Sparre’s opinion +it was not a good time to approach him on the subject, +Sir John felt less regret in giving up the mission than he +otherwise might have done. He remained some days +longer at Hamburg, in hopes of hearing from Mar in reply +to his letter about his private business, and when it reached +him he was pleased to find it contained a very kind and +gracious message from the King, to the effect that his +Majesty was glad to hear of the probability of Sir John’s +success in his own affairs, and said that now he could do +nothing in what was intrusted to him, that was to be his +chief concern. These generous words, as you will imagine, +warmed the heart of Sir John, for he was in a strait between +two strong desires, namely: the furtherance of the King’s +success, and the welfare of his own family; or to put it in +my Lord Mar’s words, he was “in a nice situation ’twixt +honour on the one side and interest on the other.”</p> + +<p>He went on to say, “The world is malicious enough +always to put the worst construction on things, so a man +who values his reputation ought to think well in such a case, +and do what he really thinks right.”</p> + +<p>It cost Sir John no little pain to give up, here and now, +all thought of helping in the Cause to which he was so much +devoted; for he knew very well that once returned to +Scotland he would be carefully watched, and only in covert +and secret ways could his assistance again be given. It was +a trial also to his pride to think how he might be pointed +at as a turn-coat and a renegade, who took the King’s +favours and rejoiced in his confidence, only to throw him +over and desert him in the end. To a man of honour the +situation was indeed extremely difficult, and when it is +remembered that Sir John had besides a warm and affectionate +heart towards the King, it is easy to imagine how +he was torn in two, at the thought of thus parting from his +friends.</p> + +<p>However, his calmer judgment told him there was but +one thing to be done, and that the happiness of those +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_311">[311]</span> +depending on him must be his first care. To make up in +some degree for his desertion from active service on the +King’s behalf, he had written to his brother, the doctor, +hoping to enlist him in the Cause, and begging him to do +his utmost to gain the Czar’s help and interest in the same. +Through Sir Harry Stirling he received full confirmation of +his hopes, for Dr. Robin wrote that he and his master +heartily wished King George at the Devil, and the latter +regretted that he was too far away to be able to send him +there. The Czar was also anxious and willing to assist +Sir John in his own affairs, if Mr. Campbell’s proposals +were likely to fail, a promise which accorded well with Sir +John’s inclinations, for he felt it would be easier to accept +a ton of assistance from the Czar of Russia, than one ounce +of favour from the Elector of Hanover.</p> + +<p>He had by this time made his way, after being much +delayed by storms, to Amsterdam, which he reached on +the 29th of September, and here, a few days later, Mr. +Erskine found him. Sir John’s delight at meeting with his +brother was much dashed by the latter’s assurance that his +departure for England, with scarce a day’s delay, was the +only course open to him if he wished to benefit by the +efforts of his friends on his behalf. It was in vain he +pleaded his master’s needs, his own desire to meet with +Doctor Erskine, and the necessity of at least waiting for +returns to his letters from my Lord Mar. He had not +heard from Avignon now for five weeks, and he was at +heart somewhat uneasy as to the reason of the silence. +The Earl might have some cause for displeasure, thinking +that after all Sir John should not prefer his own advantage +to the King’s, or his letters anent the business with the +Czar might have miscarried, and all his work would go for +naught.</p> + +<p>To none of this would Mr. Erskine listen. He informed +Sir John that it would be now almost a race between +himself and the Commissioners who were on their way to +Alva, if indeed not already there. Should they reach the +mine before Sir John had secured his pardon, they might +decide to put such conditions on the latter that it would +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_312">[312]</span> +never be accepted. Mr. Erskine offered to stay for a time +in Holland, and as far as in him lay, to take his brother’s +place. He would see or correspond with Sir Harry and the +doctor, and all communications with Avignon might be +carried on through him as if he were Sir John himself. In +another way he reminded him, he might really be +benefiting the King’s cause by his immediate departure. +If he refused, after receiving the offer of such easy terms, +to return home at once, my Lord Townshend might +suspect that there was something stirring in the King’s +affairs to keep him on the Continent, and would cause his +agents to be more vigilant among them, which at the +present juncture would not be convenient. But if so +trusted a friend of the Earl of Mar were permitted to leave +the party, it would seem to suggest that matters were not +in a good way, and their hopes of present success very low.</p> + +<p>In fact the “golden tongue” did its work, and so +eloquently did it speak that at length Sir John was convinced +of his brother’s wisdom, and agreed to all that he +proposed. Immediately upon this he wrote two letters to +the Earl of Mar with full explanations of his plans and his +difficulties, his hopes and fears, but unfortunately these +letters were delayed in the transit, as the earl’s to himself +had been, and there followed some weeks of pain and +distrust between the friends. On the 8th of October, Sir +John, “with a very heavy heart,” set sail for England, and +the news being carried to Avignon, without the true +explanation of his departure, the company there were +plunged in wrath and dismay, and even for a few days +entertained doubts of their late companion’s honesty. A +letter from Mr. Erskine to my Lord Mar a little later +cleared up the mystery and restored tranquillity to their +minds, but the stories followed Sir John to England, and +it grieved him not a little to have suspicion thrown upon +his loyalty, by those who should have known him better.</p> + +<p>It was, to be sure, a surprising thing for friends and foes +alike to see Sir John Erskine, whom all supposed to be in +exile, and in high danger of being attainted, walking openly +in the streets of London, in company with this or that +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_313">[313]</span> +member of the Government. Courteous, genial and debonnaire +as ever, he did not look like a proscribed outlaw, +still less like a deserter turned spy, and many were the +stories invented and circulated before the real truth of the +matter leaked out. When it became known, I think there +were few who did not rejoice and wonder, for the story of +the Silver Glen was like a fairy-tale, and I suppose that Sir +John was the only man in Britain who had been bribed to +accept his Remission from King George.</p> + +<p>The interview with my Lord Townshend was entirely +satisfactory. No oaths were exacted, no questions asked. +The pardon was duly signed, sealed, and delivered on the +22nd day of October, and on the 27th Sir John set out +post for Scotland, with relief in his heart, and “a broad +seal in his pocket.”</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_314">[314]</span></p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"> + CHAPTER XXXIII + </h2> + <p class='chap-title'> + THE STORY ENDS IN PEACE AND SUNSHINE, AND I TAKE + LEAVE OF MY KIND READERS</p> +</div> + +<p class='no-indent'>I will leave you to imagine the joy and thankfulness at +Alva when the news of Sir John’s arrival at London +reached us, for no words of mine can express it; and when +it was known that the pardon was an accomplished fact, +and that the good knight was on his way home, the happy +excitement rose to the highest pitch.</p> + +<p>What joy it was to see my lady’s altered mien, to hear +the thrill in her voice and watch the smiles trembling +round her mouth! The little boys were wild with delight +at the prospect of seeing again their much-loved father; +and there was not a neighbour nor a tenant on the place, +who did not rejoice in the good news and sympathise with +our happiness.</p> + +<p>Mr. Patrick Campbell was to accompany Sir John on his +journey from London, and his wife came over from Monzie +to meet them both. Old Lady Alva was with us, and also +Aunt Betty, while at my lady’s invitation my Lord and +Lady Wemyss arrived to join in the general welcome. +How gay we were, how busy with preparations, how full of +thankfulness and relief! Although the year was near +November, it seemed to me as if we were bidding good-bye +to the darkness of winter and preparing to welcome +the summer; and Nature kindly did nothing to discourage +me in the thought, for the sun shone warm and bright, and +though the trees were casting their leaves they were not yet +bare, and the gold and ruddy tints, softened by silver mists +and purple shadows, still made the landscape lovely. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_315">[315]</span> +Nothing was wanting to complete my satisfaction but the +presence of my lover, and once or twice, I must own, my +heart cried out in the midst of my happiness, “Would that +he too were coming!”</p> + +<p>According to his agreement it was necessary for Sir John +to stop in Edinburgh for an interview with Dr. Brandshagen, +whose letters of instruction were that he should wait for +the knight to show him his mines himself. By someone’s +good management, I suppose, there had been a convenient +delay in supplying the German with funds, so that he was +obliged to remain where he was till he received them; but +Sir John, having expressed his readiness with all courtesy +to carry out his part of the bargain at any moment, there +was nothing now left for him to do but to hasten +homewards, whither his heart, I doubt not, had already +flown.</p> + +<p>He had been so thoughtful as to send an express to my +lady from Edinburgh to prepare her for his arrival, and the +next afternoon we were all assembled with beating hearts +to listen for the farthest sound of horse’s feet.</p> + +<p>“My papa will be here in plenty of time for my +birthday,” cried little Hal, as he ceased his jumping about +the room and climbed into my lap. “I am a luckier boy +than Charles. Does Sir John know that I am grown so +big, Cousin Barbe?”</p> + +<p>I could scarce listen to the child’s chatter nor answer +it, but when Charles put his hand upon my shoulder, +and whispered, “How I wish he were bringing Captain +Anthony!” I turned and kissed him on the cheek, with a +sudden pain in my heart.</p> + +<p>At last—at last we heard them coming—the galloping +growing nearer and nearer, the shouts of the country-folk +assembled along the road becoming louder and more +distinct.</p> + +<p>“Hurrah! hurrah!” “Long life to Sir John!” +“Glad to see ye hame again!” “Welcome, welcome!” +we could indeed distinguish the words for we were now +standing at the door, my lady with a son in each hand, her +mother-in-law beside her, we others pressing round, and +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_316">[316]</span> +the servants just behind. The tears were running down +the old lady’s cheeks, and Aunt Betty was sobbing loudly, +her kerchief to her eyes; but I looked at my lady’s quiet +face, and though it was pale, I was struck by the lovely +light that shone there. “Sure,” thought I, “no husband +returning home was ever greeted by a sweeter, truer wife!”</p> + +<p>And then the cavalcade swept into sight, and we caught +our breath, and a low sound that was neither laugh nor +cry, but partook of both, broke from the lips of all.</p> + +<p>Sir John rode first, his head bared in the sunshine, his +face alight with joy, and our eyes were fixed upon him. +Almost before he reached the door he checked his horse, +and dismounting quickly, turned with hands outstretched. +It was as if he saw one face alone in all that crowd, as if he +cared for the welcome of but one voice. His mother +uttered his name in loving, trembling tones; his boys ran +forward gleefully to clasp his knees; but he did not speak +nor heed them till, without a word, my lady staggered to +his arms and was clasped in a long embrace.</p> + +<p>And then, I knew not why, the unbidden tears came to +my eyes, and turning away to hide them, I encountered +a sudden shock. Was I dreaming? Oh, what did it +mean, and how had it happened? Or were my eyes +playing me false? I dashed the tears away and looked +again. And there close at my side, his face aglow with +feeling, his eyes dim with their mighty love, stood my dear +Anthony, so tall and brave and strong and full of joy, that, +in spite of the publicity, I followed my lady’s example and +threw myself into his arms.</p> + +<p>I emerged from them to be greeted with sympathetic +laughter and a shower of questions. “Where did he +come from?” “Did you know, Barbara; were you expecting +him?” “Why did you not tell us?” But dazed with +my surprise and happiness, I could only look from him to +them and back again.</p> + +<p>Sir John came to my rescue with a great kind laugh that +did me good to hear.</p> + +<p>“No, no, I can answer for it. Barbara knew nothing of +this. But when I met the young gentleman at York a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_317">[317]</span> +night or two ago, and he confided to me that he was on his +way to my house, I very naturally asked him to join my +party and go along with us, thinking I should be none the +less welcome here for bringing him in my train.”</p> + +<p>You will know then that Barbara’s cup of happiness was +full to the brim, and when my dear lady said, out before +them all,</p> + +<p>“It wanted only this to make the day perfect; none but +myself know how good, how brave and patient our Barbara +has been. I think she is being rewarded for all her unselfish +love to me!”</p> + +<p>Well, when she spoke thus, my cup overflowed.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>It was indeed a perfect day, an earnest of others as +perfect to follow! How strangely pleasant it was at dinner +to see Sir John again in his place, his hospitable smile +showing us all what pleasure the meeting gave him. How +sweet to see my lady’s tremulous happiness, and the almost +wistful way she hung upon her husband’s words. Old Lady +Alva sat near him and Betty upon the other side; Mr. +Campbell and his wife were together, “for,” said he, “we +have been so many weeks separate that we are as good as +lovers again.” My Anthony sat at my lady’s left hand, +(my Lord Wemyss being on her right), and Barbara by his +side. The little boys were admitted to the banquet to +their vast delight, and even poor Aunt Betty’s face was +wreathed in smiles. It would indeed have been difficult to +find a happier party in all Scotland.</p> + +<p>When dessert was on the table and the servants gone, +Sir John brought out of his pocket the immediate cause of +our peace and contentment.</p> + +<p>You have all seen it—the great document with the +portrait of King George in the left-hand corner, and the +“broad seal” attached—the Remission, or Pardon, without +which we could never have welcomed Sir John to +his home, nor indeed enjoyed any real happiness. With +what awe and interest we gazed upon it, as we listened to +Mr. Campbell’s story of the wonderful part he had played +in procuring it. Each point in the narrative was fraught +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_318">[318]</span> +with thrilling meaning to us, who through all those weary +months had waited in uncertainty for this happy consummation. +How we smiled and sighed as we recalled our +hopes and fears, and thanked God in our hearts that all +such anxiety was laid to rest at last.</p> + +<p>When the conversation had again become general my +Anthony turned to me, and whispered,</p> + +<p>“I also bear in my pocket a document which means +nearly as much to me as that other to Sir John;” and +under cover of the table he presently slipped into my lap a +letter addressed to me in an unknown hand. I need +scarcely tell you that I apprehended its purport as soon as +I saw it, and smiled my silent agreement. It was as I +surmised, from Mr. Fleming’s parents, welcoming me with +warm approval as the future wife of their dear son, and +agreeing very kindly to leave all arrangements for our +marriage in the hands of my guardians, Sir John and Lady +Erskine. My Anthony’s pardon had been easy to arrange, +his father having many friends at court. But he was under +oath never to take up arms against King George as long as +he lived, for which reason, he told me, laughing, it was a +mercy that most of his life would be passed away from +Britain, so that he was not likely to be tempted in that way +again.</p> + +<p>I remember telling him how glad I was that my husband +was to be a civilian, making his living peacefully by the +pen instead of the sword, so that I should not be obliged +to go in fear of my life every time there was a war. How +little did I then think that after thirty years he should +again become a soldier, and win for himself honour and a +Title, fighting in the service of the East India Company +against Governor Dupliex in the Carnatic. Still stranger +would it have been to know that his being wounded and +disabled in these same wars should contribute to my peace +of mind, but so it was, for the misfortune put an end to his +soldiering, and brought us back to England, thus proving +itself a blessing in disguise.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>And now, my dears, the story I set out to tell you is +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_319">[319]</span> +done. Like all human histories it is a mingling of joy and +sorrow, of laughter and tears, and perhaps, looking at the +hidden heart of things, the tears predominate. But it were +not wise to end a tale like this upon a tragic note. God +veils in mercy the future from our eyes, else were it not +possible properly to enjoy His many blessings; and so I am +glad to leave my dear Lady Erskine at this bright and +peaceful season of her life, to see her as I love best to +remember her, standing in the sunshine, the haunting fear +gone from her eyes, and the sweet light of loving welcome +transfiguring her face.</p> + +<hr class="tb"> + +<p>For more than three months I have been living in the +past, seeing the friends of my girlhood, and listening to the +tones of their voices. At times I have raised my eyes from +the paper before me, dazed and bewildered to find myself +alone—an old woman with my life behind me, and so +many of those dear ones gone. Now the Summer is over, +the Autumn days are drawing in; no longer does the mavis +sing in the garden, and as I write these lines, a moaning +wind arises and whirls the leaves across the darkening lawn. +But far overhead in the pale sky the stars are coming out; +they speak to my heart of Heavenly Consolation, and as I +thank God that I am not left desolate, I hear my dear Sir +Anthony’s step outside upon the stair.</p> + +<p>And so, my dears, adieu.</p> + +<p class='center mt2 fs120'><span class="smcap">The End</span></p> + +<div class='poetry-container'> +<p class='center mt6 fs80 bt ptq'> W. JOLLY & SONS, PRINTERS, ABERDEEN </p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="front"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_320">[320]</span></p> +</div> + +<p class='center'><i>POPULAR NOVELS BY MAY WYNNE</i></p> +<p class='center fs80'> + Author of “Henry of Navarre,” “A Maid of Brittany,” &c. +</p> +<p class='center bold'> + In Crown 8vo, Cloth gilt. Price 6s. each +</p> + +<p class='center fs200 bold ltsp1'>A KING’S TRAGEDY</p> + +<p class='center fs80'>BY</p> + +<p class='center bold'>MAY WYNNE</p> + +<p class='center fs90'>Author of “Henry of Navarre,” &c.</p> + +<p class='mth bold'>“Miss May Wynne has enhanced her reputation, +already firmly established by a splendidly-written +romance, founded upon Scottish history relating +to the fifteenth century. The troublous times +after the return of James I. of Scotland to his +throne from captivity in England are interestingly +dealt with. The local colouring is graphically +given and the internecine troubles between the +Highland Clans, their modes of warfare and the +horribly vindictive spirit in which their raids and +forays were carried out are related in a manner +which is faithfully true to both history and tradition. +The loves and adventures of Sir Alan +Kennedy and his brother David are made the +medium through which the interest of the reader +is centred and retained through a most charming +book.”</p> + +<p class='right'> + <i>Liverpool Daily Post.</i> +</p> + +<p class='center fs200 bold ltsp1 mtq'>THE GOAL</p> + +<p class='center fs80'>By the Author of “Henry of Navarre,” &c.</p> + +<p class='no-indent bold'><span class='underline'><i>The STANDARD says—</i></span></p> + +<p class='bold'>“‘The Goal’ with its pleasant studies of village +friendships, its sincere love of beautiful country +sights and scenes, its delicate portraiture and its +characters will win many true and warm admirers.... +The scene between two children and +the gossipy old maid is in its way quite a triumph. +Miss Wynne’s sketches of girls are done with great +charity, sweetness and charm.”</p> + +<div class='mt1'> +<hr class='r35'> +<hr class='r35'> +</div> + +<p class='center mt1 bold'>LONDON:</p> + +<p class='center bold fs120'>DIGBY, LONG & Co., 18, Bouverie St., Fleet St., E.C.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="transnote mt2"> + <h2 class="mt1h" id="Transcribers_Notes"> + Transcriber’s Notes + </h2> + +<ul> +<li>Illustrations relocated close to relevant content.</li> + +<li>Obvious typographic errors silently corrected. No corrections made + to the quoted letters as the author seems to intend to represent the + letter writer’s original with errors intact.</li> + +<li>Variations in hyphenation and spelling have been kept as in the + original.</li> + +<li>Footnote numbered and relocated next to relevant paragraph.</li> +</ul> +</div> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 76963 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + diff --git a/76963-h/images/cover.jpg b/76963-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..31560ac --- /dev/null +++ b/76963-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/76963-h/images/i_83.jpg b/76963-h/images/i_83.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4428ce8 --- /dev/null +++ b/76963-h/images/i_83.jpg diff --git a/76963-h/images/i_frontspiece.jpg b/76963-h/images/i_frontspiece.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..94dead3 --- /dev/null +++ b/76963-h/images/i_frontspiece.jpg |
