An appeal was made to the House of Lords, and the judgment of the Scottish Court of Session was reversed in 1769. Archibald Douglas was, therefore, declared to be the son of Lady Jane, and the heir to the dukedom of Douglas.
"As I already apprised you by word of mouth, and in my letter of 4th of this month, the relations of the two Attachés with individuals who participated in illegal and questionable activities, are established. The names of von Wedell, Rintelen, Stegler, Buröde, Archibald and Fay may be mentioned as some of those who have transgressed against our laws.
Carlyle's hand in both hers. "Archibald, I must see my boy; how can it be managed? Must I go into the garden to him, or may he come in here?" "I think he might come in; you know how bad the night air is for you. Are the servants astir this evening?" "Things seem to have turned out quite kindly," spoke up Barbara.
Then there was the Admiral's step in the hall and Archibald was on his feet, staring in the fire when the little man came in. "Any letters for Charles to mail?" "No, Grandfather." The Admiral limped away. Becky stood up. Cope turned from the fire. "If it doesn't rain to-morrow, I'll show America to Olga of Petrograd." They smiled at each other, and Becky held out her hand. He bent and kissed it.
There are dead lines in the air, no less than on the earth. Archibald, the anti-aircraft gun, sets the dead line. He watches over it as a cat watches a mouse. The trick of sneaking up under cover of a noonday cloud and all the other man-bird tricks he knows. A couple of seconds after that crack a tiny puff of smoke breaks about a hundred yards behind the Taube.
A man with a dog trained to hunt guns might spend a week on the gun-position area covering ten miles of the front and not locate half the guns. He might miss "Grandmother" and "Sister" and "Betsy" and "Mike" and even "Mister Archibald," who is the only one who does not altogether try to avoid publicity.
There's a big one there, and it's taken; but the people aren't coming until next month." "If a larger party had taken Camp Roy," said Mr. Archibald to his wife a little later, "I should not mind it so much. But two young men! I do not like it." It was at the close of a pleasant afternoon four days after the arrival of the young men at Camp Roy, and Mrs.
"It's pretty hard to explain, father, and I can't do it very well. I simply know that I'm in this affair, and that I'm bound to see it through. It may come out all right. I may not marry her I may. I'm not prepared now to say what I'll do. You'll have to wait. I'll do the best I can." Old Archibald merely shook his head disapprovingly. "You've made a bad mess of this, Lester," he said finally.
For Archibald Jones was one of the idols of the Wesleyan Methodist Connexion, a special preacher famous throughout England. At 'Anniversaries' and 'Trust sermons, Archibald Jones had probably no rival. His Christian name helped him; it was a luscious, resounding mouthful for admirers. He was not an itinerant minister, migrating every three years.
"You will let me read the prayers for the sick," he continued gently, and without waiting for a reply began to say with more feeling than Dr. Howe often put into the reading of the service, "'Dearly beloved, know this, that Almighty God is the Lord of life and death, and of all things to them pertaining; as'" "Archibald," said Mr.