BY
JAMES GRANT
AUTHOR OF
"THE ROMANCE OF WAR," "THE CAMERONIANS,"
"THE SCOTTISH CAVALIER,"
ETC., ETC.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
HURST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS,
13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.
1885.
All rights reserved.
CONTENTS
I. The Queen's Shilling
II. In London
III. No. 60, Park Lane
IV. 'So Near and Yet So Far!'
V. 'Some Day.'
VI. Jack Shows His Teeth
VII. The Daughter of Nox
VIII. Mrs. Deroubigne
IX. Was It Not a Dream?
X. Going to the Front
XI. At Jellalabad
XII. The Hadji
XIII. A Fight with the Mohmunds
XIV. In the Lughman Valley
XV. The Fancy Ball
XVI. The 10th Hussars
XVII. Lost
XVIII. The Sequel
XIX. The Hakim Abou Ayoub
XX. At Cabul
COLVILLE OF THE GUARDS.
Robert Wodrow, we have stated, haddisappeared from his home.
Ellinor had apparently passed out of hislife, and he felt as if he had nothing moreto hope for in it; but the influence of hermemory hung over him still.
Even the love he bore his poor oldmother failed to restrain his wild impulse,his craving, to begone, he cared not where;thus her influence also failed in gettinghim to resume those medical studies whichhe once pursued with enthusiasm, but nowrelinquished with indifference or disgust;and, under the disappointment and mentalworry produced by Ellinor's falsehood tohimself, he failed to graduate at theexpected time.
'My poor boy!' his mother said againand again, while stroking his dark brownhair caressingly with her now shrivelledhand; 'that cold-blooded girl has comebetween you and your wits.'
'Don't call her so, mother. Perhaps Idid not deserve her,' said he, humbly.
'I used to sit and watch you both whenchildren many a time and oft, and thinkwhat a winsome couple you would be inthe days to come. Ah me, Robert, yourone ewe lamb, and that stranger took itfrom you, to be but a plaything for hisidle hours too probably!'
'Mother, you torture me by all this kindof thing!' exclaimed Robert.
'It is perhaps but a sudden girlish fancyhers for that man Sleath. It may passaway and all yet be well.'
'Never for me, mother. And you thinkso meanly of me as to take that view ofthe matter? I would not and could notwith my knowledge of the present seek tohave the past over again, and never morecan I look upon Ellinor Wellwood