Stand Fast, Craig-Royston! (Volume III)

One evening Mr. Courtnay Fox, the London correspondent of the Edinburgh _Chronicle_, was as usual in his own room in the office in Fleet-street, when a card was brought to him.

Out here on the deck of this great White Star Liner--with the yellow waters of the Mersey lapping in the sunlight, and a brisk breeze blowing, and the curious excitement of depa...

When Vincent went along the next morning to the office of the _Western Scotsman_, he was at once shown into the editorial room, and there he found before him a short, thick-set...

Next morning he was up and out betimes--wandering through this town that somehow seemed to be pervaded by Maisrie's presence, or, at least, by recollections of her and associati...

London had come to life again; the meeting of Parliament had summoned fathers of families from distant climes and cities--from Algiers and Athens, from Constantinople and Cairo;...

The renovation of Musselburgh House took more time than had been hoped; bride and bridegroom remained abroad, basking in the sweet airs and sunlight of the Mediterranean spring;...

But no sooner had he torn open the envelope than his heart seemed to stand still--with a sort of fear and amazement. For this was Maisrie's own handwriting that he beheld--as st...

But there were to be no three years of absence, still less of forgetfulness. One afternoon, on Vincent's going down to the House, he found a telegram along with his letters. He...

There was a wonderful vitality, especially of the brain, in this old man; after long periods of languor and exhaustion, with low moanings and mutterings quite unintelligible to...