The Lady of the Shroud | Page 3

marriage with a Scotch girl when they were both very young. They had
nothing to live on except what the reckless Lancer gave them, for he
had next to nothing himself, and she was "bare"--which is, I understand,
the indelicate Scottish way of expressing lack of fortune. She was,
however, I understand, of an old and somewhat good family, though
broken in fortune--to use an expression which, however, could hardly
be used precisely in regard to a family or a person who never had
fortune to be broken in! It was so far well that the MacKelpies--that
was the maiden name of Mrs. St. Leger--were reputable--so far as
fighting was concerned. It would have been too humiliating to have
allied to our family, even on the distaff side, a family both poor and of
no account. Fighting alone does not make a family, I think. Soldiers are
not everything, though they think they are. We have had in our family
men who fought; but I never heard of any of them who fought because
they WANTED to. Mrs. St. Leger had a sister; fortunately there were
only those two children in the family, or else they would all have had to
be supported by the money of my family.
Mr. St. Leger, who was only a subaltern, was killed at Maiwand; and
his wife was left a beggar. Fortunately, however, she died--her sister
spread a story that it was from the shock and grief--before the child
which she expected was born. This all happened when my cousin--or,
rather, my father's cousin, my first-cousin-once-removed, to be
accurate--was still a very small child. His mother then sent for Miss
MacKelpie, her brother-in-law's sister-in-law, to come and live with her,
which she did--beggars can't be choosers; and she helped to bring up
young St. Leger.
I remember once my father giving me a sovereign for making a witty
remark about her. I was quite a boy then, not more than thirteen; but
our family were always clever from the very beginning of life, and
father was telling me about the St. Leger family. My family hadn't, of
course, seen anything of them since Captain St. Leger died--the circle
to which we belong don't care for poor relations-- and was explaining

where Miss MacKelpie came in. She must have been a sort of nursery
governess, for Mrs. St. Leger once told him that she helped her to
educate the child.
"Then, father," I said, "if she helped to educate the child she ought to
have been called Miss MacSkelpie!"
When my first-cousin-once-removed, Rupert, was twelve years old, his
mother died, and he was in the dolefuls about it for more than a year.
Miss MacKelpie kept on living with him all the same. Catch her
quitting! That sort don't go into the poor-house when they can keep out!
My father, being Head of the Family, was, of course, one of the trustees,
and his uncle Roger, brother of the testator, another. The third was
General MacKelpie, a poverty-stricken Scotch laird who had a lot of
valueless land at Croom, in Ross-shire. I remember father gave me a
new ten-pound note when I interrupted him whilst he was telling me of
the incident of young St. Leger's improvidence by remarking that he
was in error as to the land. From what I had heard of MacKelpie's
estate, it was productive of one thing; when he asked me "What?" I
answered "Mortgages!" Father, I knew, had bought, not long before, a
lot of them at what a college friend of mine from Chicago used to call
"cut-throat" price. When I remonstrated with my father for buying them
at all, and so injuring the family estate which I was to inherit, he gave
me an answer, the astuteness of which I have never forgotten.
"I did it so that I might keep my hand on the bold General, in case he
should ever prove troublesome. And if the worst should ever come to
the worst, Croom is a good country for grouse and stags!" My father
can see as far as most men!
When my cousin--I shall call him cousin henceforth in this record, lest
it might seem to any unkind person who might hereafter read it that I
wished to taunt Rupert St. Leger with his somewhat obscure position,
in reiterating his real distance in kinship with my family- -when my
cousin, Rupert St. Leger, wished to commit a certain idiotic act of
financial folly, he approached my father on the subject, arriving at our
estate, Humcroft, at an inconvenient time, without permission, not
having had even the decent courtesy to say he was coming. I was then a

little chap of six years old, but I could not help noticing his mean
appearance. He was all dusty