ndee" came,
he could almost see that gallant chieftain with waving plume and Tartan
plaid, and hear him say:--

"Come fill up my cup,
Come fill up my can;
Come saddle my horses
And call up my men."

And when "The Campbells are Coming" echoed out of that rock-walled cave,
Winn could hear the bagpipes in the distance and see the dauntless hosts
of fair Scotland marching to battle.

When after an hour, during which Mona sat with lithe body swaying to the
measure of her music, rounded cheek pressed tenderly to her instrument,
and her eyes closed, as if lost to the world, she came to that old
utterance of love, sweet "Annie Laurie," Winn was enthralled as never in
his life before. And when the last exquisite note had floated out of the
cave and into the sad monotone of the ocean, and Mona paused, his eyes
were dimmed with tears.

"Miss Hutton," he said earnestly, brushing them away, "no words of mine
can tell you how much I have enjoyed this treat or with what rare
feeling you have played. If you could play as you have here before an
audience they would bury you under flowers and lavish wealth upon you."

These were warm words, and without doubt at the moment Winn felt all
they meant, but he little realized what an influence they would instil
into the heart of Mona Hutton or what fruit they were destined to bear.

"Who was that wonderful woman you told me about the other day?" asked
Mona, making no response to his flattering words. "I did not know women
ever played in public."

"Oh, yes, they do," answered Winn, "and there are many like her who have
gained fame and riches. You could if you would set about it and had the
courage to do it. You would have to study, of course, under a teacher
and learn to play classical music."

"And what is classical music?" asked Mona.

"It is what no one understands, though many claim to; or perhaps better
described as soulless sound," answered Winn. "I do not care for it.
There is no feeling, no pulse, no heart in it."

"Then why is the world willing to pay for it?" she asked.

"The world is ready to buy anything that comes high," he answered, "and
the more in proportion to its value that is asked, the quicker they will
buy it. But do not ask about the world, Miss Hutton. It is not in
harmony with this spot. We are out of it here."

Mona looked at him curiously. "You are a queer man," she said suddenly,
"and at first I was very much afraid of you."

Winn lau