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hose days than it does now; and thus the McAllisters were fairly well to do. Their life for ten years was a happy, uneventful one, most of it spent by the colonel in writing an account of Prince Charlie's adventures. This unfortunate young man, I need hardly remind the reader, had long ago, in the dissipations of various European courts, forgotten that there still existed such a person as Ivan McAllister. True, the colonel did give certain spare hours to the education of his son, but the Prince was ever first in his mind. One morning,--strangely enough, the anniversary of the battle of Culloden--Ivan McAllister died quietly after a few hours' illness. Even at the last he was true to his idol, for his parting words were not addressed to wife or child, but it seemed that memory, bridging over the gulf of years, brought him back to the old days, and there was something very pathetic in his dying words: "Oh, my Prince, my bonnie Prince, I shall see you soon!" He was buried, according to a wish he had expressed some years before, in the churchyard of Rimouski, and at the head of his grave was placed a roughly hewn cross, bearing on it this inscription: "Here lies Ivan McAllister, Colonel, of the 200th Regiment of Highlanders, second son of The McAllister of Dunmorton Castle Fife, Scotland. R. I. P." In his later days Ivan McAllister had, under the influence of the cure of Rimouski, become a devout Roman Catholic. His son inherited his little savings, and lived on at the farm, situated between Father Point and Rimouski, and the McAllisters continued there from father to son up to the year 1877, when my story opens. Madame McAllister, sitting at the doorstep this summer afternoon was the widow of a Robert McAllister, who had died two years ago, leaving one son, a promising young man of three-and-twenty. Just now she was waiting for the home-coming of her son Noel, who had been absent on a long fishing expedition to the north shore of the St. Lawrence. Suddenly the old lady lifted her head, for her quick ear heard the sound of an approaching footstep. She rose hurriedly, as her son drew near, and cried out in her pretty French voice: "Oh, Noel, my son, is that you?--is it indeed you? How long you have been away! and, oh! how I have missed you! Noel, my son, it is good to see you again." "Yes, my mother, it is I. We landed at Father Point early this morning. We have had such good sport, and very hard work. I am hu
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