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Dorothy; A Love Story of the
By LaFctiwtte' McLatvs
Written " nr u/k* Swnnsr South
(Copyright, 1902.)
D vide like sin and make my
pistol blaze," George an
swered .when I asked what
he would do if he should
happen to fall into the
hands of the enemy. Then
;he added: "But don't you
worry about me. Pick, you
look out for Dorothy and
Aunt Caittle. You are too
young to go to war, but a
southern boy is never too
young to take care of the
women of his family.
Then he rode off to join his regiment
and left Porntihv and Aunt Catherine
weeping und me. sulking. It seemed pret-
tv hard liitek to be left behind morel) be
en, -el wuts only .12 years old, when ! was
as eager to be a soldier and fight for my
country and my principles as any of the
men who marched to the front.
George's letters were infrequent and
short. lust a few lines scribbled before
after each battle. When we had
oows of the second Shiloh he was wound-
‘ t and in prison. .Dorothy and I set out.
Ten days after the battle, as we ap
proached Jhe , amp of the victorious army
The boom of heavy artillery came across
ihe hills Dorothy leaned forward and
struck* h,r horse. 1 wondered If another
brittle were on and knew the same
bought was'in her mind.
The n ice she set was hard but our ride
ws short. Cnder a mile we jerked our
h ‘rses back on their haunches, stopped
bv the sharp •Unit" of a picket. I showed
<ulr passes and the soldier directed us to
General Grant's headquarters for the day
lonelv old farm house on the brow of
n bill about a m-arter of a mile from the
‘Tfter some little delay a guard led us
Jn * 1 knew at once it was Grant himself,
a thick-set man with a heavy brown
heard in a faded blue uniform. He was
seated 1"' a table in the middle of the
room while a tall man with his back to-
ward’the door stood scrutinizing some p.a-
o,-rs spread on the table between them.
Dorothy stepped into the room and I
followed her.
• The ladv. sir.” the guard announced,
and General Grant looked up. then rose
tn j.e. ,jv,>t. The tall man turned, and
the light of recognition flashed into the
eves of Hack Kellogg: my brother's class
male and chum at West Point, who had
visited us the summer before tin war
broke out Wln-n be saw Dorothy, Ins
face flushed and he started forward.
'..|v, r ,tiiv'" he exclaimed.
Dorotl.v's face was like chiseled marble,
and she greeted him with a cold bow,
"•We have met before. Captain Kellogg."
(Women have quick eyes. We hadn t
been in that room half a minute, yet she
had noticed the change in his rank). Bor
ing- courteously to the older man. she
sahl' “General Grant, my brother is
among voiir prisoners of war taken at
Shiloh, He was seriously wounded, and
may now be dying or dead—"
"The letter yon bring me is from an
classmate, a comrade of whom I was
fond." tile general said, kindly giv-
her an opportunity to control her
feelings.
"My uncle."
“Then you must give me the pleasure
of shaking hands with you. Though your
uncle and T do not always agree in our
opinions, we are still friends, and I shall
be glad to serve his niece in any way that
lies in my power.”
His cordial handshake and the sincerity
of his ton ? brought the color back into
Dorothy’s cheeks and steadied her voice,
as she thanked him. and added:
“I wish permission for myself and my
Younger brother, Richard, to see our
brother. Colonel Fletcher.” Then she
turned and introduced me.
I had all a southern boy's dislike for a
blue uniform, but there was something in
Grant's eyes and the manner in which he
ext *nded his hand that made me glad to
take the latter. He showed neither pa
tronage nor surprise at my youth, but
greeted me simply as one gentleman might,
greet another. As h; handed our pass to
Dorothy, he said:
“As you wish to see ) l our brother imme
diately. Miss Fletcher. Captain Kellogg
■et as your guide."
did not see Grant again during the
ten days that we worked for G urge's
exchange. But on every visit to the pris
on we met Jack Kellogg. He did all in
his power to help us, but not once did
Dorthy unbend or treat him with any-
hing but -chilling courtesy. The night we
away Kellogg rode with
old
ins
rill
We
ook G -orge
several miles. They seemed to for-
>t the difference in their uniforms and
> cling to each other as they had done
iring their life tit West Point. Th're
as to bo a battle the next day and.
lough no mention was made of it. we all
new that Kellogg would be in the thick
' tlie fight. Toward the last he rode
head with Dorothy, and I dropped b?-
ind with the ambulance.
“Will you go to Millview, Dorothy?”
heard him ask. naming the plantation
here he had visited ns.
“Yes," she answered. "It is much cool-
. and George's wound will heal much
lore quickly th re than in Augusta.”
“This moonlight reminds me of my last
ight in Millview. Do you remember,
►orothy ?”
if she heard she mtvde no answer and
fter a little I saw him lean toward her
nd place his hand over her's as it rested
gainst the saddle.
can never forget the promise you
me that night. I will always hope
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Civil War
that when this war is over, when things
are settled, and— You still love me a
little, do you not, Dorothy?”
She turned her face toward him. the
moonlight shining full upon it, and I
think 1 never saw her look more beau
tiful. She smiled, and her voice was as
calm and sweet as though she answered
th > most eommonplaiee question.
"No. I do not. 1 am a daughter of
the south, and we do not lo\e her ene
mies.”
When George's wound healed he joined
the army in northern Virginia. Dorothy
became an angel of the Wayside homes.
Aunt Cattie continued to manage the
affairs of the plantations, and I, at the
beck and cadi of 'both, did all that lay
in my power toward supplying the need*
another mark, and the horror of what
might have happened was wringing his
soul.
It was two hours past midnight when
we reached the capitol, but President
Lincoln was expecting the dispatches that
Jack bore and sat up waiting. Colonel
Kellogg insisted on taking his prisoners
of war tothe president without delay.
It was a hold deedl, but I had come to
know that Colonel Kellogg was accus
tomed to doing bold deeds. We found
with the president his secretan*' of war,
and I saw a frown or displeasure suc
ceed th .? Hash of surprise that shone on
Stanton’s face when we appeared.
Jack stated the situation just as it was
keeping back nothing, and at the mention
of his own and George’s graduation and
the latter's subsequent joining the con-
" Will you at the end of the mar promise to give Colonel Kellogg his one chance of
Lifer ’
of the men in the field. Then news came
of George. wounded and in prison. Doro
thy and 1 again took to the saddle.
Exchange of prisoners was not as easy
as it had been, and George's rank and
the fact that he was a West Point gradu
ate who had resigned within a year to
join the confederacy told against him. We
tried every way for his exchange until our
only hope -was in an appeal to the presi
dent. We were warned that it would be
impossible to secure a pass across tli'
lines, but Dorothy persisted, until we
were stopped and ordered back.
It was a drearv night on which we
turned our horses' heads south. Every
thing was frozen up. Clouds wer' scud
ding alcross the moon and piling up in
the east as it prepared for a great snow
storm. The soldier detailed to act as our
escort through the picket lines was in
clined to be talkative, but be got no en
couragement from Dorothy or me. A\ e
were returning defeated and thoroughly
disheartened. At last we came to the
road 1'.ailing to Washington. There it lay.
broad and straight in the moonlielir. at d
-we were to turn onr horses' heads In the
other direction. T looked up and met
Dorothy's eyes. The expression which I
read on her face startled mthough for
an instant T did not understand. She
gave the signal "follow me." and before T
had time to draw breath, her horse was
on a dead run straight down the road
toward Washington.
Our guard emptied his pistol so quickly
that the fiv' succeeding shots sounded
like the echoes of the first. They whis
tled dangerously near me. but flew wild
of Dorothy. There were shouts and calls
and other pistol shots from pickets, but
still we swept on, our hors 's’ hoofheats
ringing sharp and clear on the cold night
Then came other hoofheats. and. as the
moon burst from under the cloud. T saw
two horsemen galloping down a side road
from the camp. T drew out my pistol and
dug my spurs into my horse. Dorothy
was going like the wind, fully 50 yards
ahead. Th? moon was covered again anil
we galloped on in the shadow, the hoof-
beats behind me growing more distinct.
The moon came out, I turned in my sad
dle. took aim and streams of flame leaped
from my pistol until every ohamb'r was
empty. The weapons of the men who
pursued us were as busy, and I felt a
sharp stitch in my side, then I knew that
my hat was cut. but there was no slack In
Dorothy's pace and T drew a deep br?ath
and thanked God.
Again we rode in darkness, and T took
out my last pistol and made ready. X
knew the two riding behind had the ad
vantage, since they might take long and
sure aim. They rod 1 facing ns while T
hail to turn In my saddle and tire almost
wild. \Yo were going up hill, and X used
my spurs cruelly hoping to gain some
little on the more heavily burdened horses
of our pursuers.
The clouds passed and X saw Dorothy
as a silhouette on the top of the hill. A
pistol shot rang out. and I turned in my
saddle, answering to the last ball in my
weapon. The horse in the lead staggered,
hutched forward and fell on its head. I
reached the top of the hill. Dorothy was
well down the slope, still holding her
pace. I knew the piece of horseflesh she
rode. She had raised it from a colt, and
it would go at her urging as long ns there
was breath In its body, but my own
beast was weakening, and I knew if the
horse behind held its pace I would soon
be overhauled!
A cloud blotted out tlte moon, and I
tried to reload. The horse behind was so
n’ar that I could hear his pantings.
When I turned In my saddle I saw it had
gained many yards. There was a black
object in the road in front of me, and
my horse swerved to one. side and stop
ped. The beast behind me was coming in
great leaps, and the man held his pisrol
leveled. The moon flashed out from be
neath the cloud.
“Jack,” I shrieked, “don't shoot!”
My warning came too late. With the
Xmng of his pistol' I heard him exclaim:
"Great God!"
The next instant he was down on the
ground, lifting Dorothy from her dead
horse. He held her in his arms as a moth
er would hold a lost child, pressed her
cheek against his own and stroked her
hair. Nor did she resist. Then he set
her on his horse, and, flinging his arms
about her, -stood with his face buried in
the folds of her skirt. She sat Tike a
statue, her face as white and still as the
unbroken snow in the fields around us.
Finally she looked down at him. lifted his
cap, touched his hair and stroked it ca
ressingly.
“Your shot did no harm,” she told him,
and her voice held all the reassurance of
a gentle kiss. “It only put Peggy out of
her pain a little sooner. She was wound
ed. poor horse, as we topped the hill.’*
I knew his bullet had been aimed for
federnoy, the frown on the brow of the
secretary of war deepened. Not so with
Mr. Lincoln. \\ hen Jack finished his
statement, the president turned toward
Dorothy, a quizzical smile lighting his
kind, homely Race.
“It appears to me. Miss Fletcher," he
said, “that your brother stands to the
United States government about as Colo-
m 1 Kellogg do‘s in your esteem. We
love him and have told him so. but he
persists in lighting under the wrong ting.
Now I have a proposition to make: If
th<- I'nitcd States government grants your
brother’s exchangi—"
.Mr. President. I must r -monstrate!"
the secretary ,,f war exclaimed, turning
his chair, so as to face the president.
“If the I'nitcd States government
grants your brother's exchange, gives
him this on? chance of life," the presi
dent continued, disregarding Stanton's
interruption, "will you at the end of
the war—of course, all wars must end—
will you promise as return of courtesies,
to give Colonel Kellogg his one chance of
life?”
Dorothy's checks flamed scarlet, and her
eyes sought the floor. 1 saw Jaick’s face
flush, and he held nut "his hand appeal
ing. Then she raised her eyes and looked
Mr. Ifineoln squarely in the fare.
“1 will promise. I give vou my wort!
of honor, Mr. Pr'sident.” she answered.
We got George home, one foot gone and
one arm off above the elbow. His fight for
life was long and desperate. Sherman
was marching to the sea and a rumor
came of troops approaching, just across
the river. Th n we heard of skirmishes
with the handful of confederates com
manded by Hill and stationed at Au
gust?).
It was an uncomfortably warm night
and. leaving the other members of the
family, I strolled out to the seat under
the magnolia at the sid» of the house.
There was some commotion up the street,
pistol shots. Then down the street came
rapid footfalls and I saw a man running.
X knew, for his life. He dashed under the
stre d lamp at the corner, a yankee offi
cer in full uniform. His pursuers were
hard on his tracks and I saw the blaze
of more than one weapon as he passed
through the circle of lamplight. On he
came, straining every muscle. My heart
bounded to my month. He cleared the
fence and was running through our front
yard.
“Halt!” X cried, springing from the
shadow of the magnolia.
“Dick, they shall not capture me."
There was no time for words. I seized
his arm and together we ran up the
steps and into the front door. 1 shot the
bolts b?hind us. From the east parlor we
ran into Aunt Catherine’s room and I
pushed him into a closet and locked the
door.
When I passed down the hall, closely
followed by Dorothy, Aunt Catherine and
some half dozen of the servants. I wore
my dressing gown and slippers. X opened
the door and faced Colonel Hall, Cap
tain Jenkins and a handful of soldiers.
Colonel Hall stepped In and saluted the
ladies w;ith a deep bow.
"I come to demand the surrender of
the federal officer who has taken refuge
in your house." he said, speaking to
me, though he kept his eyes fastened on
Dorothy.
"Federal officer in this house!” Aunt
Catherine cried.
“Yes, ma'am. He was taken hy a
party of skirmishers across the river and
sent over here for safe keeping. But on
the way he attacked his guards, killed one
and injured the other two. He was
pursued and seen to run up your front
steps and into this very door.”
"Impossible!" Dorothy cried. “I bolted
this door at sunset, and no one has open
ed it since. You must have heard my
brother draw the liolts in answer to your
knocks?”
"Oh. the door was bolted fast enough
when he knocked. Miss Fletcher," Jen
kins answered, without giving his supe-
I rior an opportunity to speak. "But I saw
the scoundrel come in, so I know mighty
well the door has been opened since sun
set."
“Captain Jenkins!” I exclaimed. "I de
mand that.—”
“It's all right. Richard.” Colonel Hail
said. “I hop?, ma'am,” turning back to
Aunt Catherine, “that you realize we have
come as friends, hut we must do our
duty. Our loyalty to the cause demands
that we search the house.”
“It would seem, sir,” was Aunt Cath
erine's dignified reply, “that our loyalty
to the cause should render such an act
unnecessary. What reason have you for
proposing such an' outrage?”
The two officers exchanged glances:
then Captain Jenkins replied:
"Th» man we are searching for is Colo
nel Kellogg, of the United States army.”
DoroThy turned so white that I thought
she would faint. In an instant she recov
ered herself. "Invite them in. Aunt Cat
tle. Gentlemen, we are only sorry your
suspicions will not be verified* otherwise
we might have had an opportunity of as
sisting one who has always proved a
stanch and faithful friend of my brother.
Colonel Fletcher, of the confederate army.
The house is open to you, and I beg that
you search it thoroughly.”
Aunt Catherine's tied chamber was the
last to be examined. As I led the search
ers In I noticed the dainty orderliness of
the high bed, with its great feather mat
tresses, the polished dressing table and
easy chairs, and was struck by the gen
eral fitness of it all for the one who had
occupied it for more than fifty years, and
who still gave abundant evidence of-hav
ing bean what her friends claimed for
her, “the reigning beauty of her day.”
I think even Jenkins might have left the
room satisfied by a casual inspection had
-not Dorothy spoken.
"You are neglecting the closets, gen
tlemen. one on each side the chimney.
One may prove especially interesting,
since it op?ns on the stairs leading to
our secret chamber.
"Dorothy!” X cried horrified.
“Never mind. Dick. It is a secret pre
sumably sacred to the family, but X am
sure there are outsiders who have heard
of it. and sine? these friends are kind
enough to search for proof of our loyalty
to the confederacy, I wish them to ex
amine the secret chamber. You have only
to push the wall at the end. Captain Jen
kins,” she explained as shs opened the
door of the left-hand closet. I gave a
great gasp of relief. X had locked Jack in
the other closet.
Jenkins went In and was followed by
two men he named. We could hear their
footfalls as they descended the steps with
in the wall. Dorothy turned to Colonel
Hall.
“Perhaps you would like to economize
time, colonel, hy examining this other
clos't while Captain Jenkins Is engaged."
and she walked over to the other closet.
My hair bes-an to rise on ends, my
heart stood still and I was dumb. X know
that closet to be scarcely 2 feet deep,
nothing behind which even a mouse might
hide. Dorothy turned the key and opened
the door. My eyes started in their sock
ets and my heart seem'd in my mouth.
She closed the door, dropped the key in
her pocket and turned, her lips smiling,
her eves like stars.
"Colonel Hall, you will excuse me. T
am sure. Aunt Cattle would never for
give me for showing you the mysteries
of her toiiet, her stays and hoopskirts.”
When we saw them out, Jenkins mut
tered som'thing about “setttn’ a watch
armin' the house." X closed and bolted the
front door. Dorothv threw her arms
around my neck and gave me a regular
“bear bug.”
"Oh. Richard, my brother, you are the
smartest boy in the world! X simply
can't tell how much X love you.”
Tli' town clock began to strike.
“Heavens!" Dorothy exclaimed. "Dick.
Aunt Cattie Is stepping into bed."
She ran down the hail and hurst into
Aunt Catherine's room. It had been
years since X had seen my aunt without
her stays. The figure which m°t mv
startled eves was unusual, the two por
tions had apparently melted and run
together, the head bristled with little
knots and tails, and the half-yard of
ankles that appeared from th? lxittom of
the short skirt were not slender.
"Aunt Cattie, you—" Dorothy began.
"My dear, those thievish soldiers car
ried off the key to my closet, and that
lazy minx of a Sukey slipped off with
out laving out my night dress. Fortu
nately I had a second key. but I will he
late to bed. the first time ,’n twenty years
that X have lost one second of my "beauty
sleet’’ You should be more careful of
yourself, my d?a*\ if you wish to pre
serve—"
"But. Aunt Catty, you can’t go to bed
now. There may be a yankee in the
bouse. Those men swore he came In, and
they did not— You surely—”
“Don't be foolish, my dear. You should
l'arn to control your nerves. Nothing in
jures the complexion so much or produces
wrinkles as soon. X am not the least
concerned about our safety.” Here she
slipped the key into the lock anil Doro
thy ran forward her hands clasped:
"Aunt Cattie! Dear Aunt Cattie—”
"My dear, you really must control your
silly fears. How can you appear so cow
ardly. Why. I would not forget my dig
nity if ten hundred yankees were to
walk Into this very room. I certainly
would not lie made nervous over—" She
turned th? key and the door opened.
"O—o—o pee."
Aunt Catharine’s shriek was as wild and
ear-splitting as an Indian’s war whoop.
She fled from the closet door and, with
the agility of a trained monkey, ran up
the step of her high bed, took a flying
leap, landed in the middle of the feather
mattress and dragged the bed clothes up
over her head and ears—us Colonel Kel
logg stepped through the closet door.
The next day tidings of Lee's surrender
at Appomattox reached us. Six months
later Dorothy fulfilled the promise she
had made President Lincoln.
My Friend, the Tramp
Continued from Editorial page
remarks, and now. as a rebuke to an un
godly and unsympathetic clergyman, and
an encouragement to humble piety, gave
the vagabond a shilling. "God bless you,”
he said with much feeling to the philan
thropist, and started again the “Sweet
By and By," but before we parted he
tipped me a wink over his victory,
charged with inexpressible humor.
When one of the savages honored our
humble home by calling one day as an
Incapacitated member of the mercantile
marine, and obtained
Tramps half a crown from my
Spread tender - hearted wife
News when parting through sympa-
"Good thy, but also through
THizatfs" alarm, because the suffer-
Arlae Ing sailor proposed to ex
hibit the sores upon his legs, I knew
that the tidings v ould be carried far and
wide throughout the nearest tribe, our
local Blackfeet as it were, and that we
would be much favored in days to come.
So we were, by other sailors, also with
sores, by persons who had been greatly
helped by my preaching in the years of
long ago, by widow women full of sor
row and gin, by countrymen stranded
helpless in a big unsympathetic city, till
our house was little better than a casual
ward. Then I tcok the matter in hand
and interviewed the next caller, who
had been long out of employment, but
had now obtained a job and only wanted
the means of living till Monday whan
he would be Independent of everybody.
He had spent his last penny the day
before on a piece of bread, and had tast
ed nothing since. “Not even drink?” I
ventured to inquire, for by this time the
air round me was charged with alcohol,
when he ret lied with severe dignity that
he had been a teetotaler since his boy
hood. Then I addressed him briefly but
clearly, explaining that the half crown
had been given by mistake, that we were
greatly obliged for the visit of his friends,
that I had enjoyed his own call, but
that It would save a great deal of trou
ble to both sides if he would only inti
mate to his fellow tribesmen and women,
when they gathered round the camp Are
in‘the evening, that there was no more
spoil to lie obtained at our house. He
&/>e First Legal Execution In the
Philippines
Continued from first page
watch on the army of natives that the
sentence of the court might not be
thwarted. The presence of the soldiers
and the sight of their guns, however,
would no doubt have dissipated any V-
tention3 of trouble had there been such.
In the center of the town Is situated
a large and beautiful nlaza and it was on
this plaza that the grewsome instrument
of death had been erected. Abopt the
gallows, at the time of the hanging, was
banked a sea of liumanitv. Two lines of
guards were stationed near by and the
crowd was kept at a distance.
At the noon hour a cordon of soldiers
visited the dungeon, placed the con
demned men in their midst, and with
solemn tread began the march to the
gallows. Gonzales and Morales had all
along maintained a stoical demeanor and
never lost their nerve as the curious
gaze of thousands were riveted upon
them.
Immediately preceding the execution.
General Jacob Smith, at that time colo
nel of the Seventeenth infantry, made a
speech to tie' crowd through his interpre
ter. le explained to them that the
Americans were endeavoring to uphold
law in their interest.
The prisoners ascended the steps coolly
and took their pcsttlon on the death trap.
Both were hanged at. the same time.
While the work of fastening the straps
about the arms and legs was in progress,
Gonzales for the first time displayed nerv
ousness. He almost collapsed when the
black cap was ad lusted.
When everything was In readiness the
soldiers stepped back to the edge of the
scaffold. An Intense stillness pervad'd
the entire plaza. A mass ot faces was
upturned, each person watching closely
every detail. Two m n were nearing
the borders of eternity and the impres
siveness of the scene swaved the throngs.
The trigger rope was in a pair of hands
within the convent waits. Major Kerr,
of the Seventeenth, raised his cap—the
signal. The rope was git en a jerk: cite
trap dcor gave way to the weight of the
men and the two Filipinos shot down
ward to their doom. Gonzales' neck w.is
broken and he was Denounced dead in
nine mhuites. Morales died from strangu
lation. His death ensued in sixteen min
utes. .
The body of Morales was buried in san
Carlos. The body of Gonzales was in
terred in Bayamtmrs. 19 miles distant.
The crime for which the two men p.u t
the penalty wat committed J iev ‘f r;1 '
months previous. Gonzales, president or
San Carlos, hearing of
Crime for the approach of the
Which Americans, tried to or-
Prisoners ganize a band of robbers.
Were He failed and then en-
Executed deavored to induce the
inhabitants to leave the
tcw r n, which thev refused to do.
Shortly afterwards the president mys
teriously disappeared. After a search of
several days failed to locate him. pan
Domingo was made president. Hearing
of this action. Gonzales became angered.
He wrote to Domingo, telling him he
would not live. The new president ac
cordingly organized a strong bodyguard,
arming them with bolos. The guard ac
companied him wherever he went.
Gonzales and a band of men, organized
in the me untains. came into town one
night, captured the guard and Domingo
and his wife. After securing all of the
Jewelry and i ther aluabies in the house,
Domingo and his wife were taken away
prisonc rs.
Later his wife was freed and instructed
to return heme. Domingo was taken to
the mountains, there securely tied, and
v as shot to death by Gonzales and Mo
rales. His wife informed the people of
San Carlos of wnat had occurred, but
they, fearing Gonzales, took no action.
There had been no president of the town
until November. 1S99. when the United
States troops took possession, at which
time they immediately appointed one.
’J he officials were informed of the murder
of Don Domingo and in a short time
both Gcnzaics and Morales had peeri cap
tured.
li oked at me, and I looked at him, and a
smile came over his face. "I'm fly,” he
said. And then as he went out at the
door he turned for a last shot, “Look
here, sir, give me a bob, and I’ll join your
church, and I'll be an elder in a month.”
A fellow of infinite jest, and I gave him
the shilling, but without conditions.
The humor of our Nomad is always
practical, anil when it masters him it
sweeps all professional hypocrisy before
it like a water flood, and reveals the real
man. Certainly quite unclothed, but also
ciuite unabashed. He had told his storv
so artfully, with such care in detail and
such conviction in tone, that 1 did believe
for the moment that he was a poor Scot
trying to get home by sea to Glasgow,
together witli his wife and four children,
that he had obtained his passage monev
from Ihe Caledonian Society, and that he
only needed a little money for food and *
such like expenses. This money I gave
him Somewhat lavishly, and yet not quite
without suspicion, and iie left full of
gratitude and national enthusiasm. Three
years later a man got entrance to my
study on the grounds of Christianity and
nationality, and as soon as he addressed
me I thought that 1 knc?w his voice.
When he explained that he had got his
passage to Glasgow from that noble in
stitution. the Caledonian Socieity, but
that as he had left a wife apd four chil
dren. X was sure we had met before, and
t offered to do the rest of the story my
self, which 1 did with such an accurate
nr emery that he listened with keen ap
preciation. like a composer to the playing
of his own piece, and only added when
I had finished. "So I did it here afore!
Well, sir, ye may take my word for it.
it's the first mistake I’ve made in my
business." And l.e departed with the
self-conceit of the Scots only slightly
chastened.
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