A Dapper Little Warrior

In those long gone by days brave old Lord Saltouu, tha bero of Hougomont, reaïded during the fishing season in the mansión house of Auebinroath, on the high ground at the mouth of the Glen of fiothes. Ono raorning, some five and forty years ago, my father drove to breakfast with the old lord, and took me with him. Not caring to send the horses to the stable, he left me outside in the dogcart when he entered the house. As I waited, rather sulkily - for I was very hungry - there came out ou to the doorsteps a very queer looking oJd person, short of figure, round as a ball, bis head sunk between very high and rounded shoulders, and with short, stumpy legs. He was curiously attired in a whole colored suit of gray, a droll shaped jacket, the great collar of which reached far up the back of his head, surmounted by a pair of voluminous breeches, which suddenly tightened at the knee. I imagined him to be the butler in morning dishabille, and when he accosted me good naturedly, asking to whom the dogcart and myself belonged, I answered him somewhat shortly, and then ingenuously suggested that be would be doing me a kindly act if he would go and fetch me out a hunk of bread and meat, for I was enduring tortures of hunger. Then he swore, and that with vigor fcnd fluency, that it was a sharae that I should have been left outside, called a groom and bade me alight and come in doors with him. I demurred - I had got the paternal injunction to rernain with the horse and cart. "I am masterhere !" exclaimod the old person impetuously, and with further strong language he expressed his intention of rating my father roundly for not having brought me inside alongwith hirnself. Thenaquestion occurred to me, and I ventured to a8k, "Are you Lord Saltoun?" "Of course I am," replied the old gentleman. ""Who the devil else should I be?" Well, I did not like to avow what I felt, but in truth I was hugely disappointed in him, for I had just been reading Siborne's "Watnrloo, " and to think that this dumpy old fellow in the duffel jacket that came up over his ears was the valiant horo who had held Huugoniont through cannon fii-e and nrnsketiy flre, and iiand tohand bayonet fighting on the day of Watetloc , while the post he was defending was ablaze, and who had actually killed Frenchmen with his own good sword, was a severe diseuchantrueut.