Bonnie Prince Charlie

G.A. Henty
Bonnie Prince Charlie

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Title: Bonnie Prince Charlie A Tale of Fontenoy and Culloden
Author: G. A. Henty
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Bonnie Prince Charlie A Tale of Fontenoy and Culloden by G. A.
Henty

CHAPTER I
: The Return of a Prodigal.
It was a dull evening in the month of September, 1728. The apprentices
had closed and barred the shutters and the day's work was over. Supper
was laid in the long room over the shop, the viands were on the table,
and round it were standing Bailie Anderson and his wife, his foreman
John Gillespie, and his two apprentices. The latter were furtively eying
the eatables, and wondering how much longer the grace which their
master was delivering would be. Suddenly there was a knock at the
door below. No one stirred until the bailie had finished his grace,
before which time the knock had been twice repeated.
"Elspeth, woman," the bailie said when he had brought the grace to an
end, "go down below and see who knocks so impatiently; look through
the grille before you open the door; these are nor times when one opens
to the first stranger who knocks."
The old servant, who had been standing behind her mistress, went
downstairs. The door was opened, and they heard an exclamation of
surprise at the answer to her question, "Who is it that's knocking as if
the house belonged to him?"
Those gathered up stairs heard the bolts withdrawn. There was a
confused sound of talking and then a heavy step was heard ascending
the stairs, and without introduction a tall man, wrapped in a cloak and
carrying a child of some two years old, strode into the room. He threw

his hat on to a settle and advanced straight towards the bailie, who
looked in surprise at this unceremonious entry.
"Don't you know me, Andrew?"
"Heaven preserve us," the bailie exclaimed, "why it's Malcolm!"
"Malcolm himself," the visitor repeated, "sound in wind and limb."
"The Lord be praised!" the bailie exclaimed as he grasped the other's
hand and wrung it warmly. "I had thought you dead years and years ago.
Janet, this is my brother Malcolm of whom you have often heard me
speak."
"And of whom you can have heard little good, mistress, if my brother
has spoken the truth concerning me. I was ever a ne'er do well, while
Andrew struck hard and fast to our father's trade."
"My husband has ever spoken with affection of you," Janet Anderson
said. "The bailie is not given to speak ill of any, much less of his own
flesh and blood."
"And now sit down, Malcolm. Supper is waiting, and you are, I doubt
not, ready for it. It is ill talking to a fasting man. When you have done
you shall tell me what you have been doing for the last fifteen years,
and how it comes that you thus suddenly come back among us with
your boy."
"He is no boy of mine," Malcolm said; "but I will tell you all about it
presently. First let me lay him down on that settle, for the poor little
chap is fast asleep and dead tired out. Elspeth, roll up my cloak and
make a pillow for him. That's right, he will do nicely now. You are
changed less than any of us, Elspeth. Just as hard to look at, and, I
doubt not, just as soft at heart as you used to be when you tried to
shield me when I
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