Ailsa Paige

Ailsa Paige

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Title: Ailsa Paige
Author: Robert W. Chambers
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AILSA PAIGE
A NOVEL
BY
ROBERT W. CHAMBERS

"It is at best but a mixture of a little good with much evil and a little
pleasure with much pain; the beautiful is linked with the revolting, the
trivial with the solemn, bathos with pathos, the commonplace with the
sublime."

ILLUSTRATED
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY NEW YORK AND LONDON 1910

COPTRIGHT, 1910, BY
ROBERT W. CHAMBERS
Copyright, 1910, by The Curtis Publishing Company
Published August, 1910

TO THE CONQUERORS WHO WON IMMORTAL VICTORY
"Arm yourselves and be Valiant Men, and see that ye rise up in
readiness against the Dawn, that ye may do Battle with These that are
Assembled against us. . . .
"For it is better to die in Battle than live to behold the Calamities of our
own People. . . ."
"Lord, we took not the Land into Possession by our own Swords;
neither was it our own Hands that helped us; but Thy Hand was a
Buckler; and Thy right Arm a Shield, and the Light of Thy
Countenance hath conquered forever."

AND TO THE VANQUISHED WHO WON IMMORTALITY
"We are the fallen, who, with helpless faces Low in the dust, in
stiffening ruin lay, Felt the hoofs beat, and heard the rattling traces As
o'er us drove the chariots of the fray.
"We are the fallen, who by ramparts gory, Awaiting death, heard the far
shouts begin, And with our last glance glimpsed the victor's glory For
which we died, but dying might not win.
"We were but men. Always our eyes were holden, We could not read
the dark that walled us round, Nor deem our futile plans with Thine
enfolden-- We fought, not knowing God was on the ground.
"Aye, grant our ears to bear the foolish praising Of men--old voices of
our lost home-land, Or else, the gateways of this dim world, raising,
Give us our swords again, and hold Thy hand."
--W. H. WOODS.

PREFACE
Among the fifty-eight regiments of Zouaves and the seven regiments of
Lancers enlisted in the service of the United States between 1861 and
1865 it will be useless for the reader to look for any record of the 3d
Zouaves or of the 8th Lancers. The red breeches and red fezzes of the
Zouaves clothed many a dead man on Southern battle-fields; the scarlet
swallow-tailed pennon of the Lancers fluttered from many a lance-tip
beyond the Potomac; the histories of these sixty-five regiments are
known. But no history of the 3d Zouaves or of the 8th Lancers has ever
been written save in this narrative; and historians and veterans would
seek in vain for any records of these two regiments--regiments which
might have been, but never were.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"'It is there, in you--all that I believed'"
"What an insolently reckless head it was!"
"'I won it fairly, and I'm going to stake it all on one last bet'"
"'Is Ormond your name?'"
"'Must you go so soon? So soon?'"
"He dismounted and clutched the senseless carbineer"
"She dropped on her knees at his bedside and hid her face on his hands"
"'Phillip--Phillip--my lover, my country, my God--worshipped and
adored of men!'"

AILSA PAIGE
CHAPTER I
The butler made an instinctive movement to detain him, but he flung
him aside and entered the drawing-room, the servant recovering his
equilibrium and following on a run. Light from great crystal
chandeliers dazzled him for a moment; the butler again confronted him
but hesitated under the wicked glare from his eyes. Then through the
brilliant vista, the young fellow caught a glimpse of a dining-room, a
table where silver and crystal glimmered, and a great gray man just
lowering a glass of wine from his lips to gaze at him with quiet
curiosity.
The next moment he traversed the carpeted interval between them and
halted at the table's damask edge, gazing intently across at the solitary
diner, who sat leaning back in an arm-chair, heavy right hand still
resting on the stem of a claret glass, a cigar suspended between the
fingers of his left hand.

"Are you Colonel Arran?"
"I am," replied the man at the table coolly. "Who the devil are you?"
"By God," replied the other with an