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VOL. IV. J. H. & W'B. 8-E A Jfi'', | PROPKIJW-DKS ATLANTA. GA„ SATUMMY, OCTOhEI! 26. (878. TEIOLSi"’—-t v ' u ” INADVA?..' NO, 175. IMPRISONED. Twiis a dreary stretch of a landless hay. A nd nearer the srray rocks piled up hiah. With ragged crests where the sea-birds cry: And there,at the base in the sea-weeds, j Listed the wave's wild way. The cartii hath song, and 1 lie sea hath song; And the last, is a bitter strain, As souls were alive, a struggling throng. In a crystal prison of pain. Diiiumtftc Iliiiiiiander True to the King. By T. C. CHAPTER I. On the western borders of Scotland lies a lake whose shores and waters have witnessed many a deed of heroism tol l in song and story to this day at the gathering fit the clans. It is not a large sheet of water, bnt turbo lent at times with out apparent cause, for the rugged banks that shut it in, as it were, from the lair Scottish sky, serve to keep the storm winds away. There is a legion that tries to explain the phenomenon; but even that has ceased to secure listeners,and though the lake has a geographical name, it is there known as Loco Wild, or, the wild lake. A few Scottish peasants lived on the rocky shore; but as they were at one time accused of giving shelter to persons suspected by the crown, James III sent his soldiers, who destroyed the huts, and drove the inmates into exile under the royal ban. But Lcch Wild continued to be the theatre for daring exploits. Henry VIII once proclaimed war against Scot land and its king, the young James V., a youth of fifteen, but resolute and determined. The English landed in great numbers on the western border, and Loch Wild was destined to become the scene of landing events. James was too independant when the best interests of his conn- i try were at stake; be cut loose from the nobles who had long led the Scottish armies, at the head of wLieti he placed one of his tavorites and a man of less note. T'.’ •troop- ’■e'ltofc" aihnsiastsc and er to be lead against the English, halted aghast at the insult implied by tkecfaangeol command ers. They stubbornly refused to light, and at the raid of Sol way Moss,ten thousand laid down their arms and surrendered to five hundred En glish, without striking a blow. But there were a few who remained true to the headstrong young king, and they beat the English back at several of the places, and inflicted great loss upon them. But their victories, gained with true Caledonian heroism, cculd not wipe out the disgrace just referred to. Among the gallant few who remained true to James, was a young Highlander, named Dnn- cau, who at the head ol his clan chastised the English quite severely in the vicinity of Loch Wild, and so incensed their king that he imme diately offered a large price for his head. But none of Duncan’s friends ventured to turn trai tor and disclose his hiding place, and the rude English soldiery over-ran the whole western border, committing all kinds of outrages on the patriot people; torturing young and old in their zeal to get the Duncan head. It was rumored that the fugitive had fled to the royal palace, and James, dying’with grief,at the conduct ot his troops, was commanded to give him up; but the broken-hearted boy-king told Henry to search the palace; only let him—James—depart in peace. For once Hal was merciful, and the palace was spared a pillage. Near the close of a gloomy April day,a staunch boat, containing five English soldiers, was sig nalled by a man on the western shore of Loch Wild, and the craft,was immediately headed to ward him. •It looks like Dunkirk’s son—the lad who promised to give ns intelligence of Duncan,’ said one of the soldiers as the personnel of the stranger gradually became visible. ‘It is not he,’ answered the leader of the par ty. ‘But who ever he is, he must have some thing important to communicate.’ In a few minutes the boat touched the shore at the stranger’s very feet, and the soldiers saw a handsome young Highlander of five and twen ty. He came to the edge of the water and ad dressed the captain as he gallantly ,raised his feathered cap. ‘Whom do I address ?’ he asked. ‘Captain Grange of the Sussex Horse,’ was the reply. ‘Ah! the very man I seek. Captain Grange, would you put your hands on the Duncan if for tune threw him into your power?' ‘Aye, that I would!’ cried Grange. ‘For a fortnight we have tracked the rascal, but not a sight of his kilt have we obtained. Sir, if you can lead us to him, on the nonor of an English soldier, one half of his majesty’s reward shall be yours.’ ‘In faith, I can show the redoubtable Duncan to your English eyes,’ tbe young Scot answer ed. ‘I do not like the thought of turning trai tor, but his capture will cleanse Loch Wild of foreign soldiers.’ ‘You are right, sir,’ said Grange. ‘But give ns the Duncan and we will leave this part of your country. Is he near ?’ ‘Nearer than yon think, captain,’ was the re ply. ‘Will you submit yourselves to my guid ance ?’ ‘If yon swear to show ns the hunted Dancan.’ ‘I swear.’ ‘Then come.’ The young Scot, with a smile, stepped into the boat and pointed to the distant and rugged eastern bank of the lake. ‘At last,’ Captain Grange said, turning to his men. ‘Think ol the reward and pull like giants.’ The boat ent swiftly though the water, which was in one of its turbulent moods. The Scot stood in the prow with his eyes fixed npon the shore ahead. He did not speak often; but di rected the English with his finger. A * ' ___ /C m masculine voices within told them that men i of the cIhd ol Colleen were there. James Graham dismounted, and struck the tour with the hilt of his sword. As it flew open bugle blast startled him, and he heard a voice j ring loud ai d clear upon the night air: For ‘be King and Scotland! down upon the traitors!’ Instantly the rattle of firearms and the clang >f claymores startled the traitor. His band was itticked by Duncan’s adherents. Arontid the widow s home the fight raged with great turv; j out tbe men of Colleen were too strong tor the uiecreants; they dealt blows that could not be ! osi-'eu, and alter a while the victory was their's. iho few marauders that could, tl -d from the , i p ld, and ultimately escaped, and the cheer of victory that rose from Duncan’s men smote their hearts heavily. James Graham, wounded and bleeding, was borne into the house, where from a pallet he saw Duncan wed the beautiful Mary Colleen, and then death put an end io bis plots and treacheries. Strange to say,after the fight nearly all search j tor Duncan was abandoned, and, as the English troeps were soon afterward withdrawn, he and Mary were enabled to dwell in peace near the 1 .shores of Loch Wild. PERSONALS. Mis- vriiii At last, at Lis direction, the boat ran into a ' little cove from the foot of which a rough s'air- way of rocks ascended to the top of the cliff s above. ‘Now you shall see him!’ the Scot sai•’< as with flashing eyes he leaped upon the rocks. Then fie turned upon the boat's crew. ‘Behold the hunted man!' he cried. T am he!' Then an echoing laugh of triumph pealed i from his throat, and the astonished so!fliers ! drew their swords. But the agile Scot was far • up the rocky stair before the first, encumbered j by his heavy armor, could leave the boat, and : from a point above their heads they heard bun 1 give the war-cry of his clan,and shout aloud for James and Scotland. Chagrined and mad, the soldiers looked into j each others faces, and cursed the man who had outwitted them. And as they vented tneir epi- | thets upon him, they found themselves on an i unknown shore with a storm_about§ to “break j over their heads. Hit ill ( n ilie i of He to an o the night ike a .V his but • -entfRce, d from his suddenly CHAPTER H. Not far from the scene of Duncan’s stratagem stood one of those humble hut picturesque homes which to-day beautify Scotland. It was purely Scottish in its nature, and the vines that shaded the door proclaimed the proximity of fe male grace and loveliness. About the time of the adventure justnarrvted, ) a company rode up to the cottage, and the lead er dismounted. Entering the place, he remain- | ed for a moment, then came to the door and told j his troop to ride on, saying that he would meet i them at a certain well-known pass within a giv- i en hour. ‘I have sent my troops away,’ he said,turning upon a lovely girl who stood at the only window of the little room in which the Soot found him self. ‘They are wild, reckless fellows, if they are true to the King; but I did not want them to hear us.’ He approached the girl as he spoke, and-halt- ed near her side. He was a tall, gallant-looking feilow, clad in the brilliant costume of a highland trooper, and strong enough to wield the great sword that dangled at his side. She was not tall, but well- formed and beautiful, with deep blue eyes that proclaimed her gentle, and a white cheek that told of great anxiety. ‘Then you have heard, Mary ?’ the trooper continued, seeing that she was silent. ‘Heard ? No, James !’ and she looked into his face with a strange mixture ot eagerness and fear. James Graham came nearer still, and took the white hand that hung at her side. ‘He was our friend,’ he said. ‘Together we fought the English; but the King hated him, and for three weeks the English hounds have trailed him everywhere.’ ‘Ah! you speak of Duncan,’ Mary Colleen cried, her eyes brightening, but his look drove the flush away. ‘Alas !’ he said. They say that twenty English fell before they cut him down.’ Instantly the girl’s face became deathly white, and with a half-suppressed shriek, she grasped his arm. ‘Tell me what has happened to him 1’ she cried. ‘Do keep nothing back ! In the name of the love you seek, tell me all !’ Thus abjured, the trooper, with a triumphant flasfiiug ot his black eyes, went on: ‘They caught him in M G --thirty English dragoon - god, cutting down one aft horse t-R. Even after that the’ more found the brains of three m Ah ! how t si on Id liked to have b ‘They overpowered him?' ‘Ave, Mary.’ ‘Where is be now ?’ ‘They 1 -ft his body in th She did not Vipar the enhing of r'tn for with a piercing shriek she rsele arms, and f -el to the il,or like one ,-tricken with death. J une:-: Graham smiled as he stooped and lift d the fainting girl, whom ho bore to n cot at one side of the little room. Then he sat down upon the edge and commenced to r-store her to con sciousness, all the while smiling triumphantly, and admiring her pallid beauty. At last the girl opened her eyes, and started at seeing the horderman so near. She waved him away, but he was reluctant to leave. ‘Go, James !' she said, with a shudder. ‘I will try to forget that yon deserted the King.’ A flush of anger mounted to his temples. ‘James Graham desert the king of Scotland ?’ he cried. ‘Aye; at the raid of Solway Moss you gave up your claymore.’ Mary! ’ ‘Nay, James Graham,’ she interrupted, ‘we are true to the King here. I will try to forget, I say, that you deserted him.’ For a moment the trooper’s face grew livid; he seemed angry enough to tear the girl from the cot and fling her against the wall. ‘Who says that Tames Graham deserted the King? Who dares to proclaim that he has turned traitor to Scotland ?’ he cried. </.” The unexpected answer came from the door, and Graham, starting violently, turned upon the intruder. He stood face to face to Duncan the Highland er, the man whom he declared had fallen before the English io M Gregor Pass. ‘I say you are a traitor, James Graham !’ cried Duncan. ‘But an hour since I heard a boat load of King Henry’s soldiers tell how zealously yon were aiding their cause by hunting the Highland patriots down. You have been hunt ing me.’ James Graham stared aghast. All at once Dan- can sprang upon him and deprived him of his sword. ‘Go he cried, pointing to the door. ‘Go ! traitor to Scotland and her king—dying now in his palace for the shame of such as you. Out with you ! M iry here, spun; the love of the traitor to his native clan !’ The trooper sullenly slunk from the house, and Dancan broke his sword and flung it after him. •Vengeance,’ was^the only audible word that fell from his lips as he turned away. Dancan answered with a derisive laugh. CHAPTER III. I Mary Colleen was the only daughter of a Scot tish widow. Her father had fallen, trying to beat the English back on the disastrous field of Flodden, and his clan had taken good care ot the little family since that fatal day. Prominent in ; th<= clan,and loremost in the opposition to Brit ish aggress on, stood youDg Duncan, tbe scion of a go>d house on the w«s rn borders, and the fearless champion of Scottish rights. Having been app doted Colieen’s executor by the clan, h;s duty brought him often to the cot'age, and conseuuenth into Mary's presence. It ^there fore, not strange that a mutual attaenment should spring up betw -. n th ■ two young peo ple, much to e dislike of one James Graham, whom the reader has already met. This attach ment soon ripened into ove, and the clansmen hailed the >>e :h>d with demonstrations of de light, tor Due m had become their leader, and they loved bin . The second invasion came, but it proved dis astrous to Scottish hopes. James Graham smiled with delight when he saw a price set on his rival’s head. He sought the English by stealth, and gave them information concerning Duncan. Bat his treachery was known, and the hunted mau himself had told Mary that he who songht her Laud was a traitor to the King. What promises the traitor might have finally drawn from M iry. had not Duncan appeared,as related in the last chapter, is not known, ihe coming of the branded one ‘was most opportune, and the Graham, b ilked in his purpose, slunk away, vowing veng ance. ‘I was not at the pass last night,’ said Duncan to Mary. ‘He toid you a base, treacherous lie, and ali for some sinister purpose. Mary, the man’s villainy shall not stand between us and the night you have named ?’ •No. I am not afraid of him. But the Eng lish, Dancan ?’ The Scot laughed till he saw her smile. ‘I can outwit them,’ he said. ‘This day five gallant soldiers of King Hal rowed me across Loch Wild. I told them I would show them Duncan, and so I did,’ He laughed again to think how he had out witted Captain Grange and his squad. For a long time the lovers talked in the little room, They did not cease until the widow came in with a budget of news which was ea gerly devoured by the fugitive. ‘James Graham rode by me cursing with all his might.’ the old lady said. ‘He called me something which I did not understand, so fast he rode, and I toid him to whip himself with the sword wfiich he surrendered at Solway Moss.’ •That was right, mother. The meanest thing on earth is a Scottish traitor!, When Duncan left the little house the stars were shining, and Mary watched him until the darkness hid his manly form from view. ‘Steady my men! steady!’ The speaker was James Graham, and he rode at the head of a band ot English soldiers and Sco'ch troopers, that weie approaching the Colleen home. The night was quite dark, and the horses feet, well-mulflid, gave no warning of the cav alcade’s approach. But eyes were watching it. nevertheless. It was Duncan’s wedding night, and the Scotch traitor had been credibly informed that the ceremony would take place in the cot tage at acerta’n hour. Silently, and like so many dark spectres, James Graham’s minions halted before the Highland home. The curtains were drawn; Miss Br; rid on‘s Curis'mas story is th tic-toe Bong!:.' consisting ot eighteen ‘sprig- ' Gambetta is about to marry a widow, Mine. Am and, with 50 000 francs. The Hoc. Montgomery Blair made an address at the Hartford County, Aid., Fair, Wednesday, in which he said fie was a poor farmer, and to prove bis assertion added, that although he owned 1 000 acres of land, he purchased ali the butter Lis family consumed. Tbe Hon. George Bancroft, the great historian is a rigid teetotaler, and firmly refused, in his great pain and exhaustion, alter the recent run away accident, to taste the wine prescribed The Ohio Methodist Episcopal Conferei ce is considering the conduct ot the R v. M. Spencer of Athens, who frankly confessed that seeing Miss Mamie Welsh asleep he kissed her until she awoke and screamed. An old man that was troubled with corns came all the way to Baltimore in his stocking ieet to see the circus. Mrs. Jerk’s husband, according ton Washing ton dispatch to the Pnilarielphia Times, has been | appointed a temporary clerk in the Treasury ! Department. The same paper says that Col. I Mosby has not jet gone to the scene of his du ties in China, although he has been appc.inted more than a month. He has drawn a quarter’s ■ salary and is still about Washington. He will be a member of the President’s party in the lat ter’s trip to Montpelier, Ya. the home ot James 1 Madison, on tbe 9th inst. Miss Julia Corson is to conduct a course in cookery before the Montreal Ladies’ Education al Association. Mr. W. Gifford Palgrave, of the Fort-nightly Review, is to be appointed Diplomatic Agent in tha new principality ot Bulgaria. Miss Katie Mayhew’s husband fought two San Francisco editors because they alluded to his actress wife in their paper as a ‘charming black guard.’ Some years ago a Dr. Lewis was driven out of : Holly Springs, Miss., because of his political ; sentiments. When the yellow lever broke out i there recently he hastened thither and aided the sufferers until he was smitten down and died. A young lady of Campbell county, Ky., chal lenges any man to play her a game of croquet— I stakes, a pair of striped stockings. At Ottawa, Kan., on the 11th, Capt. Bogardus ; performed the wonderful feat of breaking 1,000 i glass balls in sixty-three minutes. His son Eu gene, barely thirteen years of age, broke thir teen consecutive balls with a rifle. Miss Francis E. Wiliard, now in England ex pects to return home in October, and to pRss the coming winter in temperance work through out Illinois. The Hon. Fayette McMullin will run in the Wytheville (VaO Congressional race if he gets but a single vote; he says he cannot be induced to withdraw. When Peter Cooper was born tbe city of New York contained 27,000 inhabitants. It now con tains over 1,000,000, and Mr. Cooper is bat 88 years of age. The lit. Rev. J. J. Keane, Bishop of Rich mond, and Yicar Apostolic of North Carolina, wiil soon visit Chailotte and other portions ot the Old North State. Mr. John Mitchell, who died recently in Mem phis, was preceded to the grave by his wile and two brothers. The two surviving children, aged respectively six and seven, have been adopted by their aunt, Maggie Mitchell, who finds much difficulty in getting them out of the city. Mr. Talbot, the Republican candidate for Gov ernor of Massachusetts, has been known for years, says the Woman’s Journal, as a sincere friend of woman’s enfranchisement. He has twice presided at suffrage meetings, and both he and his wife have given practical aid to the movement. The Lor don announcement that Miss Helen Taylor would offer herself for Parliament has been contradicted. Mrs. C. M. Severance is Vice President for California of the Chisholm Monument A.ssocia- tion. Per-Severance, is their watchword. Jg