himself, the room was empty, and, as the dreamer in
his dream strove to reach the fire, to thrust cold hands close to the
pleasant glow, room and fire faded, and he knew no more till a bright
light shone in his dazed eyes, and by his side, a hand on his shoulder,
vigorously shaking him, knelt the man whom he had seen in his dreams. "I
knew you were coming," drowsily murmured the awakened sleeper, glancing
feebly at his rescuer, and immediately dropping off to sleep again.

When next he came to full consciousness, it was in a warm bed in a
comfortable room, where every evidence of luxury met his eyes. In an
armchair by the fire, with outstretched feet, sat his rescuer, his face
turned towards the bed. And presently:

"Why did you say last night that you knew I was coming?" he asked.

And when the dreamer had told his dream:

"It is strange," said the other, "that last night I should have been
forced, as it were, to get up and go to the old cottage by the wood.
Over and over again I woke, plagued by an unaccountable impulse to visit
those ruined walls. Struggle as I might against it, argue with myself as
I would on its folly, it always returned; and at last, about midnight,
it conquered me, and I arose and went."

THE MURDER OF COLONEL STEWART OF HARTRIGGE

Since a time long prior to the Raid of the Redeswire--when on Caterfell
the rallying cry, "Jethart's here," fell like sweetest music on the ears
of a sore-pressed little band of armed Scots, fighting for their lives,
and giving back sullenly before superior English strength--the worst
enemies of Jedburgh have never been able to taunt her with apathy, or
with want of strenuousness. In the fighting of days long gone by, in
questions social or political of more modern times, lack of zeal has not
been one of her characteristics; nor, perhaps, in past times have her
inhabitants, or those resident in the district, been conspicuous for
tolerance of the religious or political convictions of neighbours who
might chance not to see eye to eye with them in such matters.

The first half of the eighteenth century was a time more fully charged
than most with questions which, on the Border as elsewhere, goaded men
to fury. There was, for example, the Union; there had been, prior to
that, the unhappy Darien Scheme, which ruined half Scotland and raised
hatred of England to white heat; there was, later, the advent of George
the First and his "Hanoverian Rats," to the fina