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Adapted from the Novel of CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY and the Photoplay of COLONEL JASPER EWING BRADY
The Lady Kate stood slim and white as death in the great tapestried library of Castle Clanronald. For that day her father had been sentenced to death, convicted of conspiracy against His Majesty, James II of England. The horror of the black cap, the graveopening sentence, the whole immutable force of it chilled her with an ominous terror. Her father! The stately, patriarchal Earl of Clanronald, who had lived his blue-blooded days amid fine linen, old wine and bright blades — to die on the block !
"My lady," came a sympathetic voice from out the shadows, "my lady, let us have hope."
"What hope can be offered us, Dunner?" the stricken girl answered woefully. ' ' There are only you and I to offer resistance."
"And I have learnt, my lady, that Sir Harry Richmond, of the King's Own, rides into Edinburgh tomorrow to deliver up the — the warrant. There will be no time for your ladyship to see the King beforehand."
"Oh, Dunner!" the girl cried, her voice wrenched up, sob-broken, from her anguished heart ; ' ' Dunner — what can I do — what can I do?"
The family advocate and faithful servitor by every bond known to the
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affections and the years shook his head, grown gray in the garb of the Clanronalds. "Your ladyship knows," he told her, "that I would try to intercept Sir Harry Richmond if I were not lame and helpless. ' '
Lady Kate looked at him quickly. Two points of flame sprang into her sky-blue eyes. Her cheeks mantled with eager rose.
"Dunner," she hissed at the shaken retainer, "if Sir Harry Richmond is — should be — apprehended and the warrant destroyed, I might have time to go before — the King ! ' '
"But, my lady, how can Sir Harry be apprehended ? I have just said — "
"Lady Katherine Clanronald can ride, Dunner, to the death, and shoot with steady aim and fence with passing skilly and there is that in her blood that makes a great deed a little, a very little thing to do."
Dunner shook his head, and his eyes took in her slender, imperious form dubiously and fearfully. He had seen the bud flower into the halfblown blossom, kist by the softest winds, sheltered and sunned and tended, and his heart misgave him. "No, no, my lady," he demurred, "your father would not have your ladyship run such a hazard. ' '
Is my father to die on the block, ' '