Corporal Cameron

-grief deep and silent, like the quiet waters of the little loch. It was seen in the grave faces of the men who gathered at the "smiddy." It was heard in the cadence of the voices of the women as the

on the hearts that made up the little hill-g

s departing from the Glen "neffer to return for effermore," as Donald of th

ime, at the Great Games he began to win glory for the Glen with his feats of skill and strength, and upon the pipes, and in the dances, their pride in him grew until it passed all limits. Had he not, the very year before he went to the college, cut the comb of the "Cock of the North" from Glen Urquhart, in running and jumping; and the very same year had he not wrested from Callum Bheg, the pride of Athole, the coveted badge of Special Distinction in Highland Dancing? Then later, when the schoolmaster would read from the Inverness Cour

evements, and went about among them "jist like ain o' their ain sels," accepting their homage as his right, but giving t

ght and their glory he had withdrawn. The challenge, indeed, from the men of Glen Urquhart which he had accepted long ago, he refused not, but even the overwhelming defeat which he had administered to his haughty challengers, had apparently brought him no more than a passing gleam of joy. The glo

?" and "Why do you make no promise of return?" To that dumb appeal there was no answer possible from one who carried on his heart for himself, and on his life for some few others, and among these his own father, the terrible brand of the criminal. It was this grim fact that stained black the whole landscape of his consciousness, and that hung like a pall of death over every living and delightsome thing in the garden of his soul. While none could, without challenge, condemn him, yet his own tongue refused to proclaim his innocence. Every face he loved drove deeper into hi

s a journey of sorrow and sore pain, but this he would not permit. This sorrow and pain which were his own, he would share with no one, and least of all with her upon whose life he had already cast so

uired anxiously, a new fear

of the head, her primitive instincts leading her to view the stranger with suspicion. "But!" she added, wi

lancing at her blue serge gown, her second best, and wit

ied Kirsty, with the idea of relieving

m that was quite bewildering; the problem, namely, "How could hair ever manage to get itself into such an arrangement of waves and curls, and golden gleams and twinkles?" Struggling with this problem, he became conscious of her voice gravely questioning him. "You were wishing to see my brother?" The young man came back part way, and repl

ith that alluring, bewitching twinkle? or was it both lips and eyes that gave to the smile with which she welcomed him its subtle power to make his heart rise and choke him as it never had been known to do in the most strenuous of his matches? "I'm awfully glad," he heard himself say, and her voice replying, "Oh, yes! Allan has often and often spoken of you, Mr. Martin." Mr. Martin immediately became conscious of

a voice sharp and imperious. "Is

in eyes and voice brough

l here in this letter. Dunn could not come himself, and there was no one else, and he tho

hankful! I am so glad!" The change in her voice and in her eyes so affected Mr. Martin that he put his hands resolutely behind h

th mist brown eyes, trembling lips, and a voice of such pathetic cadences as aroused in him an almost uncontrollable desire to exercise his utmost powers of comfort. And all the while there was growi

and find

Martin, "for heav

til I ge

put on a hat," c

rl, looking at him wit

autiful and sunny, you know." In spite of what he c

surprise at this strange young man, "th

rs. At the highway she paused. Before them lay

lovely!" s

is eyes not on the Glen. "

ered quickly, "

Martin, his eyes still res

Cuagh Oir, that is the 'Glen of the Cup of Gold.' And

ve Martin to despair. He recovered himself,

so dreadfully for him, and," she add

his mysterious and mighty power, the young Canadian knew little. His country was of too recent an origin for mystery, and its people too heterogeneous in their ethnic characteristics to furnish a soil for tribal instincts and passions. The passionate loves and hatreds of the clans, their pride of race, their deathless lealty; and more than all, and better than all, their religious instincts, faiths and prejudices; these, with the mystic, wild loveliness of heather-clad hill and rock-rimmed loch, of roaring torrent and jagged crags, of lonely muir and sunny pasture nuiks; all these, and ten thousand nameless and unnamable things united in the weaving of the spell of the Glen upon the hearts of its people. Of how it all came to be, Martin knew nothing, but like an atmosphe

g off his bonnet to the girl. "He is in yon

ever but on Sabbath days, since the day they had laid his mother

" replied the young Highlande

tated, unwilling that a stranger's eyes shoul

suggested Mr. Maclise to Martin, with

It will give me great pleasure to show Mr. Martin the little falls at the loch's end, if he cares to step that far." If Mr. Martin was conscious of any great desire to view the little falls at the loch's end, his face most successfully dissembled any such feeling, but to the little falls he must go as the schoolmaster quietly possessed himself of him and led him away, while Mi

ned, haggard face, the girl ran to him with a cry, and throwing herself down beside him put her arm

rible to stay; the very Glen I cannot look at; and the people, I cannot bear their eyes. Oh,"

ried his siste

ve in me, Moira, but you are just a

ou, Allan, and others, too, believ

her brother bitterly, "

continued, "and-Oh, I forgot! here

rti

s face grew white, his hand began to shake, his eyes to stare as if they would devour the very paper. The second time he read the letter his whole body trembled, and his

his face in the grass, sobbing brokenly, "Oh, mother, mothe

still held her a mere child, it was with a woman's self-forgetting love she ministered to him, gladly accepting whatever confidence he would give, but content to wait until he should give more. So she stood waiting, with her tears flowing quietly, and her face al

do you know, Moira," here his voice fell and the mystic light grew in his eyes, "I saw her again just now as clear as clear, and I know I have got her again; and you, too, Moira, darling," here he gathered his sister to him, "and the people! and the Glen! Oh! is it not terrible what a cri

e cried, still clinging to him, "as if it m

o you tell me you don't want to know the proof of it?" he asked in wonde

wonder, lassie. No, you are a lassie no longer, you are a woman, a

said softly. Then, because she was truly Scotch, she added, "for yo

n the self-absorption in his grief and pain he had not thought of he

s a confession from Potts (poor Potts! I am glad that Rae let him off): it was Potts who committed the forgery. Now I feel myself clean again; you can't know what that is; to be

blurred the clear vision of her face, was gone. A smile soft and tender as a child's stole over his face, and with t

d the master in an awestruck tone, clutchi

you're right! the Roderick Dhu and

Maclise in an undertone.

came striding up the high road, with head lifted,

th hands outstretched, "You are welcome"-he grasped his hands and held them fast-

," waving it in his hand, "is like a reprieve to a man o

used me o

?" Maclise stiffened

f base

pletely clears him,"

d, for anyone in this Glen whatever." The Highlander's face

udly erect beside her brother, and reflecting in he

with conviction, "it is not needed he

lander with fine scorn,

ing of their chief, and the r

w it is gone, Maclise, and I can give m

ence, and, removing his bonnet from his head, s

Glen count it anything but

keeping his grip of the master's

ng to leave us now?"

with a proud lift of his head, "t

ip the message sped, that Mr. Allan was himself again, and that, though on the mo

n the highroad. This night, it was observed, he no longer played that most heart-breaking of all Scottish laments, "Lochaber No More." He had passed up to the no less heart-

on to her spouse. "Listen yonder!" For the first t

blood-stirring "Gathering of the Gordons." As he came opposite to Macpherson's cottage he gave the signal for the old piper, and down the highroad stepped the two of them together, till they passed beyond the farthest cottage. Then back aga