A Novel.
BY
JAMES GRANT,
AUTHOR OF
'THE ROMANCE OF WAR,' 'OLD AND NEW EDINBURGH, ETC.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. III.
LONDON:
RICHARD BENTLEY AND SON,
Publishers in Ordinary to Her Majesty the Queen.
1881.
[All Rights Reserved.]
CONTENTS OF VOL. III.
CHAPTER
I. NEWS AT LAST!
II. THE COINCIDENCE
III. EAGLESCRAIG ONCE MORE
IV. THE DIVIDED PAIR
V. A STRANGE ACCUSATION
VI. A FATAL PROOF FOUND
VII. CECIL'S VISITOR
VIII. BAFFLED!
IX. CROSS PURPOSES
X. THE TELEGRAM
XI. A DARK PREDICTION
XII. THE RECONNAISSANCE
XIII. THE WAYSIDE CHAPEL
XIV. THE BATTLE OF ZAITCHAR
XV. A RIDE FOR LIFE OR DEATH!
XVI. WHAT THE 'TIMES' TOLD
XVII. MARY'S LETTER
XVIII. THE HEIGHTS OF DJUNIS
XIX. WOUNDED
XX. SAVED!
XXI. 'THE END CROWNS ALL'
THE CAMERONIANS.
From such terrible episodes andscenes as those that close ourlast chapter, and from such aland of wild barbarity, we gladly turnhomewards for a time.
It was summer; and the season hadscattered its roses and their leaves lavishlyover the old Scoto-French garden ofEaglescraig, for such it was, with itsclosely-clipped privet hedges, its long grasswalks, balustraded terraces, mossy sundials,and parterres, where deep box-edging wasalternated by flower borders running alongthe paths, and where wall-flowers,sweet-williams, and tiger lilies, with moss andProvence roses, were varied by espaliers thatin the coming time would be laden withfruit.
The summer was in its glory, but therewas not much brightness within the houseof Eaglescraig. So Cecil, who had latterlymet with such scanty kindness from SirPiers, was actually his grandson, and thehonours of the old line were perhapsneither to die out, or pass to a far-awaybranch, after all!
John Balderstone had proved all this,and great were the content and gleethereat among the old visitors of themansion; there being no regrets for Hewbeing 'scratched,' as he called it, 'and outof the running now,' for his general bearinghad rendered him obnoxious to every one.
'So the whirligig of time brings aboutits revenge,' said old Tunley, the butler;'pride always goes before a fall.'
'Yes!' coincided John Balderstone,with an angry smirk on his face; 'now,Master Hew may go to Hecklebirnie!'
'Where i