Chapter 13 WORD FROM THE WARS

Above, below, the Rose of Snow,

Twined with her blushing face we spread.

Gray's Bard.

News did not travel very fast to Whitburn, but one summer's day a tall, gallant, fair-faced esquire, in full armour of the cumbrous plate fashion, rode up to the gate, and blew the family note on his bugle.

"My son! my son Rob," cried the lady, startin