Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1914-Jan 1915)

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THE TRIAL OF THE EARL OF CLANRONALD the girl cried, "because a Clanronald is a coward — and a woman? Bah ! with sex and petticoats when a life is in the balance. Blood counts then, Dunner, and a good mount and a steady aim, and Lady Katherine Clanronald shall play highwayman the morrow ! ' ' Dunner knew full well that the roused blood of the Clanronalds was not to be subdued. He had seen too much of it spilled of its own heat. And therefore he hastened to fit the Lady Kate with man's attire and to find such particulars as were available concerning the route of Sir Harry Richmond. When Lady Kate descended the stairway she had graced so often in billowy lace and fluttering ribbons, she made a goodly youth. Dunner started in amaze when he saw his dainty Lady Kate transformed into the dauntless, agile youth, bewigged, mustached and booted for the fray. "I have learnt that Sir Harry will rest at Cockenzie this night, my lady, ' ' he whispered. ' ' Here is money — and God speed and keep you!" It was at Black Douglas Inn, Cockenzie, that Mr. Henry Carthew elected to spend the night against the arrival of the King 's Own. And over the mutton and ale at dinner Sir Harry Richmond was announced. He had spied the youth in his solitary state and, liking his appearance, had sought an introduction. He saw only the slim, clean-cut grace of young manhood; while under the disguise Lady Kate felt her woman 's heart rise and fall with a sudden, unbid tumult. It was a strange dinner. A man talking to a pseudo man, whose heart, all unmanful, was crying out its truth. It was a dinner where life and love made strange moves, and where, life still the stronger, both were unconscious of the primal forces. "I ride to Edinburgh tomorrow at five o' the clock, Master Carthew/ ' said Richmond, as they sat over their last drink. "I shall be glad to have you join me." He rose and, strolling to the other side of the table, clapped the slender shoulder ungently enough. Kate winced, but Master Carthew nodded brightly. "I had meant to ride thither, Sir Harry," he responded readily, "to join your troop." " It is well. At five on the morrow, then. Good-night to you." "Good-night, Sir Harry Richmond. ' ' Master Carthew watched the burly 58