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THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., NOVEMBER 3, 1898
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IN THE OMNIBUS.
Shall I (five her my sint?
She Is nfct very j«retty—
Our number's conr>]>li le.
Shall I Rive her my seat?
It Is net in the street—
If she stnnils. It's :i jilty.
Shall I ylve her my seat?
She Is not v> ry pretty.
If T writ, seme one rray
Offer theirs la a minute;
I "hink 1 will stay.
If 1 unit, some one may
Have politeness anil say:
"Here Is in It. : j ray sit in It."
If I wait, so nr- one may
Offer theirs in a minute.
Poes noltody stir?
Well. It's really surprising!
I am sorry for her.
Poes noboily stir?
It's too late to confer
Mine, or I would be rising.
Does noltody stir?
Well, it's really surprising!
—Fireside Companion.
ONE PIBROCH.
This is the story that Donald Mnc-
Pbersou told me one day last autumn
on the Black Moor that is over Glen
Roy. It was after a Iour morning’s
shoot, and ho and I were lying upon
the heather in the fraternal enjoyment
of usquebaugh unpolluted by the fiscal
eye and surrounded by the soothing reek
of our postprandial pipes. I had won
Donald’s heart by certain qualities
which I once bad the felicity of acci
dentally overhearing him name to a
fellow gillie who was ebatging him
with undue friendship for a “a bit of a
Sassenach body.” ‘‘Ho is no Sassenach
body!” cried my indignant champion
in excited Erse. “IIo is a highland gen
tleman, for his mother will have been
a daughter of tho Clan , which is
a very good name whatever. lie is a
very straight shroting gentleman, more
over, and be has the Gaelic as well as
I or you, Angus Macintosh!” tao, when
lasted him that day (with due cere
mony) to explain bis ‘‘to name” of
“MacChat aFraoch” (son of the heath
er cat), and to toll me a curious legend
which I had somehow learned in the
hamlet to be attached to the name, he
readily responded to my request.
I translate his wild talc from the
Gaelic in which ho told it me. How
much it loses in tho process those who
know that beautiful language will
easily understand.
‘‘It is from tho father of my great
grandfather,” said Donald, ‘‘that I will
be having tho name. A very pretty man
he was, Dougal MacPhersou. Ho stood
mere than 0 feet high. His back was
as broad us tho door of his dwelling,
and he could carry a full grown stag on
his shoulders over Bon Mhor, and tho
activity of him was as great as bis
strength, for at the battle of Falkirk,
where ho jvas fighting in the first rank
of Clan Mbuirach, he sprang against
the side of a dragoon’s horse and slash
ed off the head of tho rider with one
sweep of his claymore in the leap. And
Cluny himself called him next morning
in front of tho clan and said that it was
a spring like tho spring of (Jncbuluind
at the ford fight with Ferdia in Ireland
long ago, and that ho should bo hence
forth called the Heather Cat for his
fierce, active, heroic deeds in the buttle
and as a name of honor upon him.
“Now, there were very few in the
highlands that could be matching Dou
gal in strength or fieetness or in tho
managing ot the gun, or the dirk, or
the claymore, hut there was one art
that he coaid never at all be the master
of and that is tho art of playing the
pipes, though he longed for that one
more than for any other, and the want
of it was a very great loss to him what
ever, as I shall be explaining to you,
for the piper of Glen Roy—and that was
Duncan Cameion—had u daughter, the
sight of whose fair face was dearer to
Dougal than tho sight of a moor cover
ed with deer, oi of a river full of
salmon, or of a battle line of the sidier
roy, and her heart was given to Dougal,
a^ his was to her, but her father bad
said that no man should have her in
marriage who could not play the pipes.
It is a very dour, hard, obstinate man
he was, Duncan Cameron, and Dougal
could never at all persuade him to let
him have his daughter Helen to wife on
any other conditions, and it was a hope
less task for him to be trying to learn
the pipes. Duncan liked him very well,
and would bo giving him plenty of in
structing, but it was all of no use what
ever. He might as well try to learn the
flying as the pipe music. It was not
that ho was not a clever lad, as I have
said before. It was as if some one had
been laying a spell of diuidical en
chantment upon him to prevent him
from learning, and it was not that
either, for he had gone over the moun
tain to old Brigid, the witch of Loch-
dbu, and she hud made the deasil around
him and said spells that would have
freed him from enchantment if any
there had been on him, but it did not
at all avail him in his learning the
music, and his hopes of Helen Cameron
kept getting smaller every day, for be
knew she would never many him with
out her father’s consent, though she
never would marry any one else—which
was aye some consolation to Dougal.
"Now, one day he was up in the
piper’s house, and Duncan was, aa
usual, giving him a lesson, but it is
worae be seemed to be getting instead
of better, and Duncan kept growing
angrier and angrier, till at least he was
fairly stumping with rage upon the
floor of bia house. He was a big man,
with a very red head and beard, and
his temper was conforming, being very
hot whatever (which you may have
yourself noticed in those that have the
red hair). Till suddenly he rnsbed over
to Dongnl and tore the pipes from him
and dashed them on the floor. I am
thinking he was very near to stamping
on them too.
"iAmadani’* (fool) he shouted.
‘Amman)’
"Dougal got up very slowly, looking
him full betwoeu the eyes.
" ‘Duncan Cameron,’ he said—and
it was in a very quiet voice he was
spiuking—‘black is the insult you have
put upon my father’s son in your own
house, and you will be believing me
when I say to you that if you were an-
otlnr man than the father of Helen
Cameron it is your blood I would bo
having for it upon this place. I was
pet called the Heather Cat for nothing.’
said he, ‘and now 1 am waiting for you
to a.*!; pardon for your words.’
" *Ma chorp an dhiaoul!’said Duu-
riu Cameron. ‘Perhaps you would be
t'ndiug the blood as hard to come by as
the music, but it is true what you have
been saying about the insult in my own
house, and I will be asking your par
don, as it becomes a gentleman to do.
You are a very proper lad, Dougal, and
I like you very well, but I cannot go
back from my word. Yet, if yon will
learn but one pibroch and play it to me,
yon shall have my daughter Helen to
wife, even if yon never touch the pipes
again or learn another note. There is
my hand on it, Dougal!' said he.
"The two clasped bauds, and Dongal
pnt on his bonnet and took his long gnu
from the corner and went out. His heart
was black with sorrow, for he knew
that the learning of one pibroch wonld
be no easier to him than the learning
of a hundred. So lie went up into the
hills to be thinking of his sorrow, and
little was he minding what way ho Was
going. His desire was but to be alone,
and ho wandered on till something
made him suddenly come to himself,
and, raising his bead with a start, he
found that he had come upon the moor
which is on the top of Ben Mhor.
"The snnset was shining on the great
cairn, and, looking over at it, he saw a
huge heather cat playing and springing
by itself among the whin. It never no
ticed Dougal at all, but just kept on
with its diversion, and ho was minded
to slioot it, but it came over him that
it was doing no harm and enjoying its
life in its own way, ‘Which I cannot
bo doing,’ said lie, smiling sadly to
himself. So ho lowered his gun and
tamed away.
"And then ho noticed that there was
a strange, deadly quiet in the air—a
weird, awesome kind of stillness. Sud
denly it came upon him that this was
Hallow Eve, and there ho was on tho
top of Ben Mhor, which was very well
known to be a favorite haunt of them
we must not name (God save us!) on
1 their own special day, with God knows
what watching all round him perhaps
in the heather. It had been that very
night five years that one Sergeant Lnft-
us, that had come with a search parly
of the elector’s soldiers (my black curse
bo upon them!) had gone up the moun
tain for a wager, being drunk. In the
face of warning he had gone up, jest
ing and blaspheming. He came not
down that night, and in the morning
he was found lying dead on the moor
at the foot of the cairn. There was not
a mark on his body, but upon his face
was such a look of horror and fear that
they hud to wrap a plaid round his head
before carrying him down, and in that
manner he was buried.
"Now, Dougal was not a lad that
the waving of a bush would frighten,
but lie knew well that tho place was
not a place to be delaying in at all. So
he turned to go down the mountain,
nud as he did so there was a little old
man standing in front of him looking
him in the face.
"Ho was dressed in a long cloak of
dark gray that looked like cat’s fur,
with a red cap upon his head. The face
of him was yellow and wizen, and out
of it looked two green, fiery eyes, like
the eyes of a wildcat, and as Dougal
gazed into these eyes he knew that it
was no mortal creature that was there.
God save us!
"He wished to make the holy sign,
but there was no mere power in him
than in a babe of a day old. He could
not raise his hand. For a moment ter
ror gripped cold to his heart. Then he
remembered who ho was and the name
he bore and he looked into the green
eyes without fear.
" ‘It is late that you are upon the
hill, Dougal,’ said the little old man—
or the thing in tho likeness of one. His
voice was like tho wind in the chim
ney, and seemed as if it had come from
far away and was very weary in tho
coming. 'And it is neither yonr long
gun,’ said he, ‘nor your claymore that
lias kept you from leaving your dead
body on the bill this night. Well was
it for your father’s son, Dongal Mac-
Phersou, that you kept from trying to
harm in wautouuess that which had
never harmed yon and from firing the
shot that would have been the ending
of your good days upon this earth, and
well was it that you quailed not under
tlyi eyes of the cat of Ben Mhor! It is
your kind heart,’ said be, ‘and your
courage that have saved you this night,
and now you must ask a wish, and it
shall be granted to you, and since you
are my namesake 1 will be telling yon
that it is according to what you shall
wish for that you shall thrive here
after. Bad wish, bad fortune,’ said be,
and luughAl, and his laugh seemed to
have come from farther away than his
voice and to be more weary.
"Now, some there are that would
have been asking for lauds and more for
gold, but all that was in the heart of
Dougal was the thought of the blue
eyes and the fair hair of Helen Cam
eron.
" ’I wish,’ said be, 'to be able to play
a pibroch!’
" ’It is a small asking,’ said the
thing, ‘but it is a good one, and when
you shall have had your wish there
shall be no more between you and me.
Your heart's desire you shall have, and
ever shall you thrive. Take these
pipes,’ said he, bringing a set from un
der the cloak and handing them to
Dougal, ‘go down to the elachau and
play the best pibroch that has ever been
heard in the four seas, and that is tho
pibroch of the cat of Ben Mhor.’ And
he was gone, ns if be had never been.
"Now, in the clachan every one bad
come together in to the great barn of
Duncan Cameron, the piper, for it was
Hallow Eve, as I have said before. The
young things were playing upon the
floor, tho ualliagbs and old men wore
talking among themselves of things by*
gone, nud the young people were play
ing ut the Hallow Eve cantrips and
games, but Helen Cameron sat by her
self, straining her ear for the step of the
man eke loved nud watching for his
baud upon the latch.
"Long enough she waited, with the
sound of the talking and laughing and
singing seeming al'at off and meaning
less uoi-e, for her heart was with Dou
gal out on the moors on that night
when she knew that evil things have
power. The fear that was upon her was
as keen as pain, so that when she heard
bis foot drawing nigh to the door and
knew he was come at last she almost
swooned away with joy.
"But at the sight of his face when ho
came iu she caught her baud to her
heart with terror, for be was walking
like a man asleep, and the eyes of him
seemed to bo looking through every
thing into some place far away—into
Tir-uan-Og perhaps. A dead silence fell
upon all that were in the place as he
walked slowly into the middle of the
barn. Ho was carrying a set of pipes
that no one there had ever seen the like
of. They would have served the piper of
the prince his own self. God bless him!
"He put the chanter to his lips and
began to play the most wonderful and
terrible piece of music that ever has
been heard iu Scotland, or perhaps iu
the whole earth besides. All the time
he was playing those who were listen
ing could see what the music was tell
ing about, and that was a great clan
battle that must have happened hun
dreds nf years ago—in Fiouu MacCnm-
hal’s time—up there on top of Ben
Mhor.
"First it was just the moor, lying
very hot in the sun, with the bees hum
ming along the heath bells, and the
young things of the moor fowl talking
to themselves among the heather stalks.
Very sleepy and quiet it was, and the
moor was making the little noises it
dots make on the very hot days, and
yet east wind was creeping over the
heath from the sea, very gentle and
lonely and tired, making a white shin
ing all over tho moor, with a gray blue
clear sky above.
"Then, from very far off down tho
wind there came the notes of a clan
march. It came neuter and nearer. It
was an old, old march, forgotten, along
with the clan that had owned it, for
generations past, and tho clan came
marching over the brow and took the
battle order upon the moor, and stood
waiting, while from the opposite side
another clan came up and took the but
tle array over against them. Theduinhe-
wassel and the men were waiting for
the word of onset, stamping in the
heather and snuffing the wind with the
buttle madness coming upon them.
“Then there came a dead pause for
one long moment, while the hearts of
all stood still. It is at a time like that,
yon will have been observing, that very
Email things seem as great us the whole
world, and a man will be watching a
bee upon a flower, or perhaps counting
the squares of his breucau, while his
soul is gathering herself together for the
call that is coming upon her even then
and instantly.
“Then there was one awesome scream
from the pipes, the yell of the fighting
men cleft the clouds, and with the rush
of driven stags the two lines swung to
gether. Their meeting was the meeting
of a wind maddened tide and a flooded
river. The targets roared together. The
short, sharp shrieks of combat went up
amid the deadly crashing of the clay
mores and axes upon the helmets and
shields. Thu heavy, dull groans of death
were heard, and the thick, dark blood
ran into the black, hot ground among
the stalks of the heather, and over the
heads of the fighters the wild people of
the glen were shrieking in a black cloud,
their red eyes glared from among its
blackness, and the pipes were scream
ing like eagles down a storm wind,
clanging and ringing, crying and call
ing.
"And then the pibroch suddenly ceas
ed—just ceased and no more, leaving
the world seeming strange without it.
"For a moment there was a dead si
lence in the barn. Then a bairn burst
out crying in terror, and the spell was
broken. All made the holy sign upon
them, and the women draw together in
fear, while the men were crowding
round Dougal, questioning him. To
small purpose was their questioning, for
there be stood answering nothing, with
the strange look still iu his eyes, like a
man bewitched.
"But Helen Cameron rose up very
white and came to him and took the
Daoiue Shin pipes from his shoulder,
and, crossing the room, flung them into
the great fire. It was a dead, still night,
as I have said. Yet, as she did so, a
great blast of wind came that shook the
stone walls of the house. The fire flash
ed high, blazing and roaring for an in
stant. Then it died down, and the pipes
of magic were gone. The blast passed
on over the moor, full of shrieks aud
laughter, and Dongal came back to him
self, with Helen Cameron weeping upon
his neck.
"But it was long ere he wonld tell
how he came by the pibroch that won
him his bride, for Duncan Cameron
stood to his word? and they were mar
ried as soon as Dougal had made his
shrift for his dealings with the Daoine
Shie. He bad the desire of his heart,
and ever throve thereafter, bat never
could he play the pipes again any more
than before; but as fur the pibroch of
the cat, no one could ever remem Ut a
note of it, which was perhaps a very
good thing whatever, for it is ill dealing
with the like. "—Philip L. Fitzreimuud
in Chapman’s Magazine.
Unclaimed Letters.
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Miss A. E. Bishop.
Peter Byars, col.
.1. S. Bridges.
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Juke Carpenter.
Miss Lonnie Ellis.
Miss M. L. Ellis.
Mrs. Nancy Gregory.
L. E. Griffith.
John J. Hathcock.
Craten Hall.
Rufus Humphries.
Jas. A. Huskey.
Miss Margaret Jefferies.
Prof. James Leonard.
G. \V. Loveless.
R. W. Lackey.
J. E. Morgan.
Ella Morgan.
J. W. Mills.
A. L. Miller.
Miss Lonnie Putman.
Tine Parris.
Wash Ross.
Pete Iloss.
Holla Scruggs.
J. K. Service.
Mrs. Mamie Smith.
A. W. Tolleson.
W. T. D. Thompson.
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were advertised in The Ledger of
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advertised.
T. H. Littlejohn, P. M.
Gaffney S. C.
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