The Ross-shire Buffs

Thus it is, with a fragment of the "old, old story," first told in Eden, that our new one begins--and told in a veritable Eden too, where, under the glow of a glorious summer su...

Mr. Gideon Gainswood, Writer to the Signet and Notary Public, was a good example of those coarse-looking local notorieties, who, painted in accurate black, yearly figure, in kit...

Their love permitted and acknowledged, to Gillian Lamond and Dove it seemed more than ever a fact and reality, and how happy they were in their young hearts, which were filled w...

"To Piershill Barracks," added Mr. Gainswood, a little pompously; "and I have just had a letter from our client, Viscount Kilsythe, stating that his son, Lord Campsie, a captain...

Like everything else she undertook, Dove's little dinner party was a success, from, the soup and fish to the maraschino or charteuse and the coffee. With the pairing of the coup...

For the first time in his very prosaic life, Gideon Gainswood began to indulge in some very brilliant day-dreams, out of which he wove a future, even as Alnaschar did out of his...

It chanced that one afternoon Lord Campsie came to the conclusion, that with regard to Dove, of whom he had evidently become as much smitten as it was in his languid nature to b...

All men have their eventful days, it has been said; hence the day after Lord Campsie's visit proved one most eventful to Gillian, who had been--more especially since the dinner...

To Dove the news from the far-away Indian Hills fell with a sense of dull, aching sorrow that wrung the girl's heart; and she failed to understand the grim, cold, unsympathetic,...

"Sit down, Gillian, and compose yourself--I would speak with you," said Mr. Gainswood gravely, and seeking to veil under his usually bland exterior his real dislike and intense...

So they were parted these two young and loving hearts in the full flush of their tenderness, hope, and affection; and Dove's home was, to her, a broken home from thenceforward....

It was one morning in the November of this year, which was so eventful to Dove Gainswood, that a transport, H.M. steamship _Indus_, was slowly quitting the harbour of Suez, leav...

The secret of his past life, or of the position he had lost, Gillian entrusted to none--not even to Colin, who, suspecting that he had some such secret, advised him to keep it f...

The landing-place was Bushire, a well-frequented town, with a harbour, on a long and sandy peninsula, one hundred and twenty miles westward of Shiraz, and in storms or high tide...

"I say, Gillian, old fellow," said Colin MacKenzie, with a waggish expression in his eyes, as the troops began their forward march again; "who is Dove--Dove, yes, that is the na...

During all this time, and while these stirring operations had been progressing, no tidings had been heard of Gillian Lamond. To Dove it seemed as though he had passed away as co...

To give the reader a detailed or even succinct account of our campaign in Persia, forms no part of our plan, nor is it necessary thereto; suffice it, that we must refer to some...

For the present Gillian's fighting was over, though he remained, of course, on board the _Comet_, with the expedition, which ended successfully in the entire capture or total de...

In these our days of haste and hurry, steam and telegraph, when all men acknowledge that life seems far too short for what we seek to cram into it, it must not seem incorrect or...