he efforts of the Prince and Princess. I have to leave all behind.
Frank boy, will you let me go alone? will you not come with me, even if
it is to be a wanderer in some distant land?"

Frank uttered a half-strangled cry, and clung to his father's hands.

"Yes, father," he said, in a broken voice; "I cannot leave you. I'll go
with you, and share your lot."

"God bless you, my boy!" cried the captain, folding him in his arms.
"There," he said the next minute, in decisive tones, "we must be men.
No; I only said that to try if you were my own true lad. Go back; your
place is at your mother's side. Your career is marked out. I will not
try to drag you from those who are your friends. The happy old days may
come for us all again, when this miserable political struggling is at an
end. Frank," he whispered, "who knows what is in the future for us
all?" Then quite cheerfully: "Good-bye, lad. I'll write soon. Get
back as quickly as you can. Say good-bye to Colonel Forbes and Drew."

"Good-bye--good-bye!" cried Frank quickly, as he shook hands, and then
was hurried into the little boat, his father leaning over from the
lugger to hold his hand till the last.

That last soon came, for the rope was slipped from the ring of the buoy
as one of the sails was hoisted, the lugger careened as the canvas
caught the wind, and the hands were suddenly snatched apart.

The second sail followed, and the lugger seemed to melt away into the
gloom, as the boat softly rose and fell upon the black water fifty yards
from the rocky shore.

"Good-bye!" came from out of the darkness, and again, "Good-bye!" in the
voices of Colonel Forbes and his son Drew.

Lastly, and very faintly heard, Sir Robert Gowan's voice floated over
the heaving sea: "_Au revoir_!"

History tells of the stern punishment meted out to the leaders of the
rebellion--saving to Lord Nithsdale, who escaped, as Sir Robert had, in
women's clothes--of the disastrous fights in Scotland, and the many
condemned to death or sent as little better than slaves to the American
colonies. But it does not tell how years after, at the earnest prayer
of the gallant young officer in the Prince's favourite regiment, Sir
Robert Gowan was recalled from exile to take his place in the army at a
time when the old Pretender's cause was dead, and Drew Forbes and his
father were distinguished officers in the service of the King of France.

THE END.

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