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A Story of the Escape of Bonnie Prince Charley.
SINCE, in the opinion of all reason
able men, no further attempt Is
lik. iy to be made to place one of
family <>n the throne of
Great Britain, at least by force of
arms, i can now, without prejudice
to r:r. v one tell the Btory of the stranj?e
adventure which brought me face to face
for the 1 1 last lime with <""harles
Edward Stuart, commonly known as the
young Prei i ■
Late In the afternoon of September 22,
1750, I received the following letter:
"Dear Friend— By the time this is
placed in your hands 1 shall be at sea
on my way to Antwerp. It is all over.
Under the name of John Douglas the
Prince has been In London for nearly a
week and nothing has come of It. There
is no prospect of a rising. Gentlemen of
quality and influence, however devoted to
the Prince, have no mind to risk their
lives and estates by marching on London
unless supported by a strong body of
regular troops, believing that exile, or
more probably the scaffold, would be the
sure and certain end of any such rash
undertaking. To speak the plain truth,
1 am much of that way of thinking my
self, and. having wife and child, will not
draw my sword until 1 perceive some fair
prospect of success.
"I write to warn you of that which con
cerns you nearly. The other day the
Prince came unexpectedly to a party at
Lady Primrose's, great!} to 'the conster
nation of her ladyship and of most of her
guests. Indeed, he met with but a cold
reception from any but your betrothed.
Miss Kate Gordon, and her cousin, An
drew Macintyre, who were both present.
"Miss Gordon went down on her knee
before them .-ill and kissed his hand. It
was very bravely done and moved him
greatly, but. indeed, it was scarcely pru
dent. Macintyre followed her example
and I heard him whisper to th*> Prince
that if his royal highness would deign to
honor his poor house with a visit this
evening (ye 22d) he would meet with a
very different kind of welcome. Learn
ing that Miss Gordon would be present
the Prince consented.
"Now, a word in your ear. This Macin
tyre is not to be trusted. I have Infor
mation from a sure source that he is a
spy in the pay of the Government, and
that the man with one eye, the odious
creature, Donald Fraser, who follows
him about like a shadow, is. if possible,
a more Infamous wretch than him*
"The house Is in a lonely situation and
I am convinced that these scoundrels aro
concocting some plot to betray the Prince
and are making use of Miss Gordon's
grace and beauty and well-known devo*
tlon to the Jacobite cause to entice him
Into a trap. I tried to give the Prince a
hint of this, but ho listened to me coldly,
and indeed of late he has become noto
riously Impatient of advice from his best
and truest friends.
"That Miss Gordon should be made an
accomplice in this. villainous scheme will
I know, be hateful to you, and I doubt
not you will do what lies in your power
to prevent it. Yours most faithfully
My Hood boiled as I road his letter.
I was no friend to the Stuarts, and, In
d little whether the Pretender
was taken or not; but that Kate should
he involved i n this infamous plot was In
describably painful to me, and i -
lutr-iy determined that Bhe never should
be if word or act of mine could prevent
Yet it was no very pleasant task for
me to Interfere In tho matter, for there
had already been a sharp quarrel be
tween Kate and myself with regard to
this Macintyre and her passionate de
votion to the cause of the unhappy
Stuarts. She was an orphan and Mac
lntyre. being her cousin, had undertaken
to act as her guardian, a piece, of pre
sumption which I bitterly resented, for
I had good reason to believe that he
hated me and meant, by fair means or
foul, to supplant me In Kate's affections,
and win her and her small fortune for
himself. But he had been out with the
Highlanders in 45, and . the courage be
had then displayed and his hypocritical
professions of attachment to the prince
cast a glamor about him In the eyes of
a young and romantic girl. Nothing I
could say would induce her to put an
end to their friendship, and we had
finally parted with bitter words on both
But Fielding's letter drove my anger
to the winds. Come of it what Would I
was resolved to go boldly to Macintyre'a
house, and insist upon her leaving it at
once. I would escort her to the lodgings
of my aunt, Lady Chester, who would, I
knew, receive her gladly.
So I buckled on my sword, procured a
coach and drove quickly to Macintyri 'c
house, which lay some distance from the
city. Within 200 or 300 yards of the gate
I alighted, and, leaving the coach hidden
in a lane near the road, walked forward
by myself.
In spite of my antipathy to Macintyre.
• I confess there had been moments when
I could scarcely believe him capable of
the infamy of which Fielding had ac
cused him; but. when in the gathering
dusk I reached the gate in a high stone
wall which encircled the spacious gar
den, all my doubts vanished at tho sight
of the isolated house, the lighted win
dows of which were hardly Visible
through the thick foliage of the trees
that surrounded It on all sides. No cry
for help would be heard beyond the
walls. The victim once Inside that lone
ly building, and sword or bullet might
do its work and none be the wiser.
. My heart beat quickly as l passed
through the gate. Such a man as Mac
lntyre was not unlikely to clutch at any
means of getting rid of a dangerous
rival, and I knew well that I carried
my life in my hands. I thought I
might be refused admittance, but the
gate Stood wide open, and no one ap
peared or challenged me. But that
brought me- little comfort. It Is ever
an easy matter to enter a trap. It Is
when you seek to leave it that the dif
ficulties begin.
Still I went doggedly on, though, as I
.approached the house. I was confident
that I could hear a faint rustling In the
bushes to right and left, as though in
visible spies were stealthily dogging my
footsteps. Then a thing happened that
confirmed my worst suspicions. The door
suddenly opened and was swiftly shut
again, but not before I caught a glimpse
of two or three figures slipping hurriedly
Inside. hat could these things mean if
they did not Indicate treachery and foul
I am not ashamed to say that my limbs
trembled and the cold sweat stood on my
forehead, as. after a moment's hesita
tion. 1 set my teeth, and, stepping quick
ly forward, knocked at the door. It was
If you were to go to New York, and
were to be shown about the plan
a native, one of the wonders of the
city pointed out to you no doubt would
be the famous four-foot lot on which
a capitalist there has built him a resi
e. You would duly marvel at the
Sise of the city where such close quar
ters had beoome rairnsssi ji. You would
return to San Francisco and preach
sermons from such nnd such a text.
You would measure off the distance on
your table. You Would calculate the
length of your trunk, and Wonder what
possible use a human being could have
for such a narrow strip of land. And
ail the while you would very likely be
Ignorant of the fact that in San Fran
ciscn there are no less than twenty res
idence and business lots under four
feet in width, and that the narrow .-st
frontage in the world is on our own
Mission street.
San Francisco boßsts the narrowest
business or residence frontage in the
world. Away out on Mission street,
between Twenty-first and Twenty
eecond, is a lot owned by the German
Savings and Loan' Society. It has a
opened by a " man with a very evil
and Forbidding countenance and but one
eye. He was no other than Donald Fra
s=er, the detestable parasite of Andrew
Macintyre, against whom my good friend
Fielding had particularly warned me. It
might have been fancy, but it seemed to
me that his greenish gray eye sparkled
with a kind of malignant triumph at the
sight of me I think a spider might so
regard the fly that ventured innocently
among the meshes of bis web.
Yet he readily made way for me to en
ter, and went at my request to tell Kate
that I wished to speak to her. He was
gone some time, and I was sure that he
was informing Maclntyre of my presence
before carrying the message. to Kate. It
would have surprised me little had I been
refused speech with her; but presently I
could hear her fresh, girlish voice, high
and sweet and clear, singing "The White
I'll pell my rock. 111 sell my reel.
My rippling ku.me and spinning wheel.
To buy mysel a tartan plaid,
A broadsword, dirk, and whit* cockade.
Oh. he s a ranting roving blade!
Oh. he s a brisk and bonnlQ lad!
Betide what may. my heart Is glad
To »♦-»• my lad wl' his white cockade.
. She sang it defiantly as she came down
thf wide staircase, a flush on her brave
young face, her eyes shining with a kind
of passionate enthusiasm, the sweetest
maid, it seemed to me In all broad Eng
land, and to my mind, nt that moment
the foollshest. She seemed like a reck
less child playing with {ire. and I could
have snatched away the white oo^ade
she wore at her breast and crushed it
beneath my heel.
Yet as- she came nearer I was con
vinced that she was but playing a part
for more than once I noticed her glance
apprehensively about her. and I felt her
hand tremble as I clasped it in mine
Yet even at , that , moment, in a position
as I believed, of imminent peril, m"
heart leaped with Joy to perceive that
all trace of the coldness that had been
for some time between us had passed
Steed t a o n see h mV Bhe Was unfel *»^'.v re
"This is a pleasure I did not antici
pate, she said, in a formal voice, and
with a slight side glance at Fraser who
stood again leering beside the 'door.
Will you come this way. if you please"
She led the way upstairs, and I fol
owed her into a sitting room brilliantly
lighted with wax candles as though for
the reception of a distinguished guest
I closed the door behind me and was
about to speak to her. when she laid her
finger on her , lips, and, taking one of
■ the candles, looked beneath the table
and behind the couch and even opened
the door of an empty cupboard and
glanced hurriedly Insiae. She was very
pale, and the candle trembled in her
hand as she ■ returned it to Its place
Then she suddenly sank into a chair
covering her face with her hands and
broke Into stifled sobs. a
"Why Kate." said J. "this is not like
you. What is the matter?"
frontage of only one-thirtieth of an
inch, and is eighty feet deep. It faces
the east.
The ratcroseepte size of such a lot as
this can best be shown by comparison.
Let us suppose, for Instance, that your
two neighbors were to plant steel pil
lars, one upon each corner of the ad
jacent property, leaving a slit between
them the exact width of the lot. You
might readily set two of your calling
cards upright upon the land between;
but you could not make it three, with
out springing the pillars. You might
Insert a pfa between them, but there
would be no room for the head to pass
in. The blade of your pocket-knife
would ;.., bably be much too wide for
the aperture. With a piece of board
a foot square you would have lumber
sufficient for a fence three hundred and
sixty feet in height, were you to
up the (jan. There Is no possible way
by which a bank could be built upon
the property, for the thinnest coin we
have— the ten-cent piece— is too thick
by a third to enter edgewise the slit be
tween the pillars.
Almost any man could afford to own
"Indeed, I— l scarce know, Frank," she
faltered, raising her pale face and smil
ing faintly through her tears. "it is
very and childish of me, but I— l
am fright* Andrew and his mother
are out, and all the servants havV been
sent away, and I have been alone in tho
house for hours, with no one to speak to
but the odious wretch, Donald Fraser
— — and I pot nervous and began to
think I could hear strange noises, -whis
perings at the door, and footsteps on
the stairs, until I was quite sure there
were strange til. 11 in th<* house. I
thought one might be in the cupboard
there, watching us and listening to all
we said. I think it must have been
fancy. If not, what can it all mean?"
"I fear there Is no doubt of what it
means, Kate," said I.. "and the time ha-=
come to speak plainly. I have learned
that to-night the, young Pretender.
Charles Stuart. Is coming here. I see
you have tricked yourself out in all
your finery, with the white cockade on
your breast to meet him. Oh, Kate, you
foolish . child, can't you see that this
vile man, this- glib, plausible, double
faced spy and traitor, Andrew Maein
tyre. Is using your pretty face and in
nocent enthusiasm to lure the unfortu
nate young Prince into ■ trap."
In spite of her white face and startled
eyes she did not exhibit the anger and
Incredulity I had expected. Was it pos
sible that she had already begun to dis
trust Maclntyre?
"Oh, Frank," she exclaimed despair
ingly, "surely this cannot bo true. I
have thought of late he was growing
lukewarm, that his zeal for the cause
had cooled, but he could not be capable
of such treachery as this— indeed he
could not. I cannot believe it."
Nevertheless. I could see that in her
heart she did believe it.
"The man is a spy." I said im
patiently. "I have It from a sure source
and there can be BO doubt about it
Moreover, there are men lurking in the
garden and about the house; I heard
them rustling among the bushes and saw
them slinking through the door. They
are here to seize the Prince, and we are
powerless to prevent them. No one will
believe in your Innocence If you are
present when the Prince la taken, and if
you do not wish your name to become
Infamous you must come away this
minute. I have a coach waiting arid will
take you to my aunt. Lady Chester I
will bribe Fraser to let us pass before
your cousin returns, or, if necessary
run him through the body and trust to
escape in the darkness."
She wrung her hands In agony
"Oh." she cried, "that I who would
give my life to save the Prince should
have been tricked by this base wretch
into betraying him! Oh, this man, this
man: i did not think such men liveu in
the world." ,; r '*
"Come, come," I said Impatiently "we
are wasting time and there Is noi
nient to !np% Your cousin may
any moment. We must go at on .
a lot of this size, even on Market
street, or on Broadway la X-\v York;
for you could pay at the rate of
per front foot and still purcha.sc the lot
for $10.
But this Mission-street lot is not the
only lilliputian in San Francisco, al
though the next narrowest lot has a
frontage thirty times as -wide. The next
narrowest real estate property in the
city has a frontage of one inch.- So
narrow is it that its owners abandoned
it away back in the .'oO's. As there
is no ay by which a man can get a
foothold on it,, so to speak, it stands
to-day, ownerless and forsaken. A
squatter would find it exceedingly dif
ficult to prove residence upon .1 plat of
ground only one inch in width. The
tract is 133 feet In length, and is lo
cated on the north side of Pacific
avenue, between Lyon and Baker
streets. "
On the south side of Oreen street,
between Dupnnt and Koarny. lies n lot
not enough wider than the Pacifie
avenuo property to make :i great <\^a\
of difference to Its owner, and yet it is
half again as wide. It is 82 feet long
Prince to bis I
'•without making one
to warn him? i do It.
■■■: Indeed, I do it. l should
myself ever after
ward. J must do what I can to
■ <nd I know you will h< In me,
• You will help me. Frank, will

-Now, what was I to do? As T have
said, l was no Jacobite. To Interfere in
the matter was against both my princi
ples and my Interest. If it became known
that I had
■ ivern
ment and ruin my career if I did
risk my neck. Bui yet— ah, well, what
heart could listen to the
■ wl.rn moved
by the b1« lit of that Innocent child's
■juiv. ring with pain and shame, and
gazing be
hingly into his. I may have been
vliai you will." but 1 could
not do it. God knows that, however fool
ish 1 may have thought her In the past,
I lov< rl Infinitely more, if that
for her fidelity to the un
it.- Prince in his hour of need
w well that it was a desperate busi
md like t- . for both of us.
.ir It ended.
we think of any plan that has th"
will do what I
p you, Kate," I answi
"but for my part I can see. no way but
and that is to intercept him I
he reaches the bouse. For God's sake
u"t out of this vile place. T:
.h< kee me. It reeks of treachery. «
■ur cloak, and
"Hurt," - :;. 1 suddenly.
the silence that fo heard
•-. a loud knock
and then the trampling of feet and the
sound of voices In the Hall. Kate sprang
• which commanded a partial
all, and, opening it cau
tiously. lo< I
"Is it the Prince?" I asked breathlessly
She turned and closed the door and
the wall white and trem
"No," she faltered. # Ut Is Andrew
Macintyre with half a doz'-n strange men
rse, brutal-looking wretches with
Is and pistols. «>. Prank, what is
of you? He hates you H,>
• to-day. Me threatened what
he would do to volt if I did not jrive you
up. Fr.is. r will tell him you are here.
:• they may kill you. Hush! I
tl the stairs. Tie Is com
niust hide -somewhere—
in the cupboard— quick, get
"But Fraser will tell him I am here."
"Perhaps r.ot," she exclaimed, push
i her excltemi • i the
f the cupboard. "They
friondly as rlvy appear to he. Quick—
ding reluctantly to her entreaties,
i inp the door slight
r ro that I might see whai p
Then she sat down at a harpsichord, and
by 1> 2 inches in wi.lth. Dr. Bearles pay
Upon this piece Of property.
Out on Seventeenth street, on : thN
north side, between Dolores and
Guerrero, Isaac v. Dcnniston owns i
lot 1 foot 4% Inches in width. There Is
room on this lot for an oil well or i.
lumber yard.
1.. Altschul owns a lot 1 foot 11 Inches
wide on the north side of Pacific ave
nue, between Lyon and Baker. John
Center owns, a corner lot 2 feet by 290
feet in size, being the northwest cor
ner of Treat avenue and Sixteenth.
The city owns. the adjoining property.
Until Mr. Center erects his warehouses
upon this land it is an easy matter to
■ten entirely over his grain fields as
with 10-league'd strides, leaving no
bootmarks. There are two other lots
as narrow as 2 feet In width, one being
on Mission street, between Twentieth
and Twenty-first, and owned by E. F.
and T. L. Harvey, and one on Filbert,
between Mason and Powell, owned by
the Palace Bathing Company.
Of lots between 2 and 3 feet in width
tht»re are 3 in the city. One of them,
2 feet 2% Inches in width, is owned by
began to sing a rollicking Jacobite bal
lad, as gayly and gallantly as if the
Prince had been present with all the
clans around him.
I swear by the moon and stars so bright,
An.l sun that glances early.
If I had twenty-thousand lives,
I d Kle them a' for Charlie.
We'll o'er the water, we'll o'er the sea.
we'll o'er the water to Charlie;
Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,
And live or die wi' Charlie.
She was still singing when the. door
opened and Andrew Maeintyre came In.
I fully expected to see him followed by
his gang of hired ruffians, eager to cut
my throat, but he was alone, and, to
my astonishment, did not appear to sus
pect my presence. ■!•• was a. handsome
fallow, tall and well built, though I
never liked tho oast of his features, bis
thin, cruel lips anil cold blue eyes.
"Ah, Kate," -aid lie, and I fancied I
could detect a faint sneer in the tones
of his voice. "I thought I heard you
singing. Upon my soul, your voice
sends the blood dancing through my
veins. 'Tis more inspiriting than a bugle
call. If you would ride at the head of
the troops singing your battle songs,
with the white cockade on your breast,
the king would Boon enjoy his own again.
With your voice to lead him to victory,
who would not live or die with Charlie?"
His eyes dwelt on her with a look that
made me grind my teeth and grip the
hilt of my sword. I would have given
all I possessed to spring forward and
settle the matter with the cold steel,
but I knew that with a shout he could
bring his cutthroats upon me. and my
death would leave Kate defenseless in
his hands.
Kate was ever quick witted and ready
of speech, but the sure knowledge of hla
treachery, and the tragic situation in
which she was placed, seemed to freeze
the words on her lips. She bent her
white face over the harpsichord and I
paw her fingers trembling as they wan
dered over the keys. I think 'twas the
bitterest moment of my life. I could
neither get her away from the house nor
warn the Prince. I was not. I think, de
void of courage, and enjoyed some repu
tation as a swordsman, and yet I was
absolutely helpless, i could do nothing
that was not utterly reckless and fool
hardy, and stood there grinding my teeth
in impotent fury while this loathsome
spy and traitor made love to my be
trothed. .
Macintyre glanced at the clock.
"Some few minutes to the- hour at
which his royal highness promised to be
here," he continued in the same tone of
subdued mockery. "Let us have another
song. Kate. Let us have something to
stir the blood, something about the gath
ering of the clans and the fluttering of
the kilts; tile flash of the broadswords
and the skirl of the pipes. 'Twill raise
the Prince's spirit if he hears you. He
was dashed by the coldness with which
he was received at Lady Primrose's. We
must give him a heartier reception to
I think from the malicious twinkle in
his eyes that he knew she suspected him.
and was playing with her as a cat with
a mouse. Her cheeks flushed and I
thought she was about to give an angry
reply: but, with an effort, she controlled
herself and began to play a spirited pr«
hide. But at that moment he held up his
"Hush" he said. "I hear voices at the
door. I think he must have arrived"
He turned away and stepped hurriedly
to the window. In a moment Kate was
on her feet, darted an appealing look at
me. pointed to him and rushed to the
door. I was in the room, sword in hand
before she reached it. But I was no
r. W. Smith, and fas Van New avenue
rty, bointc situated between Lor
n and Greenwich, on the east side
't the avenue: one of them, 2 feet 6
Inchea in width, is owned by D Bearlea
uaa is located on the south aide of
. between Dupont and Kearny
t 11 inches wide, rnni
ioutn from Church lane, opposite Do
- Htsslon, and is owned by II s
Korland. Any one of these lots would
t>- wide enough to bnry a man in
Two lots are exactly 3 feet wide
■ ° - 1 "' Bt liai was one of them
■;1 on the east side of Brooks
street between Geary and Market;
and the other is a lot owned by W. H
Brooks, betas the northeast corner of
Fieldir.gr and Stockton.
Loner years apo, before the ape of
steel construction, the southwest cor
ner of Lyon and Vallejo was owned by
parties whose names are unknown
Believing that their lot, in width a tri
fle over 3 feet, would never be of value,
they abandoned it. To-day it is a val
uable piece of property, although a
full foot less in width than the famous
New York narrow lot.
quicker than he. 1 saw the gleam of his
eyes and Bash of his Bword before I was
half way across the room. He parried
the savage lunge I made at him and
leaping aside with the agility of a eat
rushed utter Kate. Through the door
and alone the passage she went like a
deer, be close on her heel* and I close on
his. When she reached the stairs she
seemed to fly down them, and beyond her
I caught ■ of the Prince Step
ping Into the hall.
"(;•> back," she cried, "go back. You
are betray. -d. Go back."
But she was too late. Clang went the
heavy door, out from the adjoining
rooms sprang half a dozen men with
: swords, itinl there in the mid'lle
of the hall, SUITOU
with the sobbing girl at his
I like a rat in ;i trap, stood Prince
Whig as I was, T cannot describe the
sick reeling of pity and shame that
overwhelmed me at the Bight 'Twould
have been » fitting death for the hero
The youngest acrobat In the world is in San Francisco. His name Is
Philip Paulinetti, and his age a little less than 4 years. He is the son of
Peter Paulinetti, of Paulinetti and Piquo, the team of acrobats recently
at the Orpheum. With this fact in mind, it is not to be wondered at that
Philip is a trained athlete, for his father is one of the best in his line that
have ever appeared before an Orpheum audience- Some day Peter will
go the way of all athletes, and Philip bids fair to become a worthy suc
When only 2 years of age, Philip could perform a surprising number
of tricks, in fact he could at that early age puzzle many of his elders in
the same line of business. He now performs with ease and grace "hand
stands," "plaunches." -"trapeze swings." "head balances," "hand bal
ances," and no end of tricks on the horizontal bars and r'ngs. One would
hardly suspect, at first glance, that Philip possessed the physical develop
ment beyond his years, fo*r he only looks the rosy, healthy youngster that
he is. nothing more.> But see him stripped and ready for work and he is
another sort of a "man." His muscular development is something won
derful for one so young. He is fond of showing what he can do and
takes particular delight in displaying his agility on the bars or in'doine
hand stands and balances. He has a muscular development or the arm,
unusual in a child of his age. Moreover, he is proud of it and when bid!
den will double up his tiny fists and harden his biceps with the pride of a
Sandow. One of his feats is to stand on his hands, with feet braced
fo S r ai q n une th a S^ Urne" f? #^£ SemblanCe °*
nlng^lrrnd^on^trs %£& ™ ggs *• J* **»'
One advantage which he has over other acrobats is that T? danseuse '
necessity, have to carry a lot of trappings aW with hi f doe f not « °
his "act." He wants no better horizontal bar on which to ln , order -to do
cane held in his father's hands. Around this he win *l, t Perfo / m than a
attempt many of the clever tricks that he^ see. hi! t IX / iSt dnd turn and
bring him rounds of applause in approval do, and that
of Prestonnans and Falkirk to die sword
In hand on the battlefield; but it was
heartbreaking to see him betrayed and
trapped by the scurvy crew of spies
and traitors. And still keener was ray
pity for the innocent child who was
sobbing at his feet, crushed with shame
that her devotion to his cause should .4
have been made the bait to lure him to 1
th He S ßt?«3 d perfectly still pale and with
flashing eyes, but without a trace of
"\Vell Mr. Macintyre," said he. "this
Is a strange welcome. May I beg you to
inform ml what I am to understand by
ÜBrouchtU Broucht face to face with the man he
had betrayed even Macintyre lost his
nerve7though he tried to brazen it out.
"You may understand—" he began,
and then his eyes fell and he looked
moodily at the floor. "I think the situa
tion explains itself." he said gloomily.
The Prince drew himself up and looked
at Macintyre with unutterable scorn and
"%*s& indeed," said he. "I have had
to do with spies and traitors before but
never with one who invited me to his
house as a guest in order to betray me.
But this time, thank God, you have
overestimated your cunning and my
simplicity. You fool, do you suppose
that I have walked blindfolded into your
?lumsv trap? Look around you.
Almost before I realized what had
taken place 1 saw Macintyre turn wn te
and heard the sword drop clattering
from his nerveless fingers, while his ac
complices glanced round about seeking
a way of escape. All eyes had been
fixed on the Prince, so that the men
who now stood sword in hand at every
door and at the head of every passage
had come upon us unheard and unseen.
At a glance I recognized the races 01
several well-known Jacobite gentlemen
both Englishmen and Highlanders, and
I saw at once that Macintyre had been
cleverly caught in his own trap, en
tangled in the very meshes of the web
he had spun to entrap the Prince.
These were the men who had lurked In
the garden, who had stealthily entered
the house, and the author of this plot
within a plot— Donald Fraser— who had
betrayed the betrayer, was now leering
triumphantly at Macintyre from his
post behind the door. Macintyre caught
a glimpse of his grinning face, and his
eyes gleamed with diabolical fury.
"You hound," he exclaimed, this is
your work."
"Yes." said the Prince coolly, "you for
get what most of your kind would do -■
well to remember, that it is as easy to set ;
a spy upon a spy as upon an honest man,
and much easier to tlnd those who will
betray him. I pretended to fall into your
trap in order to trap you, lest good
friends of mine should suffer in future
by your treachery. It would be but bare
justice to hang every man of you, but
your lives shall be spared for the present
if you instantly lay down your arms.
Take their weapons, gentlemen."
The conspirators were so thoroughly
cowed that they gave up their arms with
out a struggle. In the meantime Kate
had whispered a few words to the Prince,
and he beckoned me toward him.
"I find that I owe you a debt of grati
tude for your conduct this night," he
said graciously, "and I sincerely trust
that at some future time it may lie with
in my power to repay you."
Then he turned to Kate.
"As for such loyalty as yours, Miss
Gordon," he said, "a poor exile has no
fitting reward. Nay v I think the only re
ward I can give you is to release you
from further service to a race so unfor
tunate as mine. Pardon me."
He took the white cockade from her
breast and handed It to me.
"See." he continued, "I give it into the
keeping of your future husband, and I
pray that you will not wear it again un
less he himself pins it upon your breast.
My errand here is accomplished, and to
night I leave London. Sloth and avarice
have eaten away the loyalty of those
who should have nocked to my standard.
They wish to save their estates and will
not thrust their own heads into danger,
though they would be willing enough
that the poor Highland lads should leave
their bones on another Culloden moor.
But I will have no more useless blood
shed, please God, and so sail for France
till better times. Farewell."
Kate could not speak for the sobs that
choked her, and I— well. I feel no shame
at the confession— knelt and kissed his
hand with tears in my eyes. 'Twas the
last we ever saw of Prince Charlie, the
bravest and most unfortunate of all the
Toward Macintyre and his accomplices •
he behaved with his usual clemency.
They were released when it was too late
for them to Interfere with his departure.
•I have still the white -cockade Kate
wore on her breast that night, but I
think even she has lost all desire to
wear it again; for if what we hear of [
the once gallant Prince be true, his best ;
friends might wish that he had died at S
the head of his brave Highlanders on '0
Culloden moor.

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