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In face of this fire they hesitated, and Hood made a vigorous charge, General Stuart opening at the same time a cross-fire on the enemy with his horse-artillery. The combined fire increased their disorganization, and it now turned into disorder.

"Too heavy to carry around, you see!" smiled Bart lightly. "Who is this gentleman? Oh, I see good afternoon, Mr. Stuart." "Afternoon," crisply answered the stranger. He was a young limb of the law, employed since the previous year in the office of Judge Monroe, the principal attorney of Pleasantville. Stuart was a butt for even the well-meaning boys of the town.

Good times came to Dr. Young. The seed he had sown bore fruit. For awhile England had woke up to attack the Stuart doctrine of royal prerogative in Church and State. The men of Suffolk had been the foremost in the fight, and in 1643 we find the Doctor in Duke’s Place, London. A sermon was preached by him before the House of Commons, and printed by order of the House.

"I can readily see that we may affect ourselves, but it seems hard to believe that we affect everybody," protested Kate, incredulously. "It is because we cannot realize the law of thought transference. I was reading just last week about that. An instance of Stuart C. Cumberland's mind-reading was cited. It was wonderful.

The Seventy-first Ohio was engaged in supporting distance of the brigade in its first combat, though without the knowledge of Colonel Stuart; but it was not with the brigade during the rest of the day. The adjutant, however, returned with a score of men after the regiment disappeared.

When the tension of the sun began to slacken and the heat to abate; when the wind vaguely flapped the folds of the flag with a drowsing murmur, as if from out of sleep; when the chirr of the cicada from the woods grew vibratory and strident, suggestive of the passing of the day's meridian, and heralding the long, drowsy lengths of the afternoon to come, the little boat, with that bright touch of scarlet, shot out from behind the wooded bend of the river, and in a few minutes was beached on the gravel and Stuart was within the gates of Fort Loudon.

He muttered to himself constantly, but seemed to address no one. Replacing the lamp on the box, he whistled softly; and: "Look!" breathed Max. "The stair again!" Stuart cautiously turned his eyes toward the open stair. On the platform above stood a bent old hag whose witch-eyes were searching the place keenly!

We are keeping our secret as well as we can, hoping for relief from Montgomery, and scheming to receive assurance of it. We asked Mrs. MacLeod's help, and she gave it!" The logic of this appeal left MacLeod no reply. "How could you!" he only exclaimed, glancing reproachfully at his wife. "That is what I have always said," cried Stuart, gayly, perceiving that the crisis was overpast.

The chief cast upon him a look of deep reproach. Did he fear treachery? Had his friend, his brother, deserved this? "I ask much of a friend nothing of an enemy," declared Stuart, bluffly. "You know my heart trust me." Atta-Kulla-Kulla yielded.

The Scotch rebellion was produced by the attempts of the young Pretender, Charles Edward Louis Philip Casimir Stuart, to regain the throne of his ancestors. His adventures have the interest of romance, and have generally excited popular sympathy. He was born at Rome in 1720; served, at the age of fifteen, under the Duke of Berwick, in Spain, and, at the age of twenty, received overtures from some discontented people of Scotland to head an insurrection. There was, at this time, great public distress, and George

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