THE PROCLAMATION AT THE CROSS.
On reaching the Cross, the sergeant placed himself in front of it, and
waiting for a few minutes till the concourse had gathered round him,
in a loud voice he proclaimed King James the Third. A tremendous shout
followed, accompanied by the waving of hats.
Among the spectators of this singular scene were Dr. Byrom and Beppy.
Being stationed at an open window, they were free from any annoyance
from the crowd.
Both were much struck by the sergeant's fine athletic figure and manly
features, but they were chiefly interested by Helen, whom Beppy
thought the prettiest creature she had ever beheld.
"Do look at her lovely golden locks, papa!" she said. "Don't you think
they would be completely spoiled by powder? And then her eyes!--how
bright they are! And her teeth!--how brilliantly white! I declare I
never saw an English beauty to compare with her."
"She certainly is exceedingly pretty," replied Dr. Byrom. "And there
is an air of freshness and innocence about her scarcely to be expected
in a girl circumstanced as she is, that heightens her beauty."
"She is as good as she is pretty, I am quite sure," said Beppy.
"I hope so," returned Dr. Byrom, rather gravely. "I will make some
inquiries about her."
"Never will I place faith in a physiognomy again, if hers proves
deceptive," cried Beppy.
Beppy, however, was not the only person bewitched by Helen.
When beheld at the Cross, the fair Scottish lassie electrified the
crowd, and many a youth lost his heart to her.
As soon as the proclamation had been made, Sergeant Dickson addressed
himself to the business on which he had come. Causing the drum to be
beaten, he made a brief speech, in which he urged all brave young men
who heard him to take up arms for their lawful sovereign, and help to
restore him to the throne.
"All who have a mind to serve his royal highness, Prince Charles, are
invited to come forward," he cried. "Five guineas in advance."
Many young men promptly responded to the call, and pressed towards the
sergeant, who still remained on horseback near the Cross, with Helen
beside him. Rollo, likewise, was close at hand, and kept constantly
drubbing away at the drum.
Helen gained as many recruits as the sergeant himself--perhaps more.
Her smile proved irresistible. When an applicant hesitated, a few
words from her decided him. Each name was entered in a book by the
sergeant, but the payment of the five guineas was necessarily deferred
until the arrival of Mr. Murray, the prince's secretary.
Altogether, a great deal of enthusiasm prevailed, and the sergeant had
good reason to be satisfied with the result of his advance-march from
Preston. He remained nearly half an hour at the Cross, and then
proceeded to the market-place, accompanied by all the new recruits,
and followed by an immense crowd.
As they passed the house at the windows of which Beppy Byrom and her
father were stationed, a momentary halt took place, during which Beppy
came forward, and waved her handkerchief to the Scottish damsel. Helen
bowed in acknowledgment with a grace peculiarly her own, and taking
off her bonnet, pointed significantly to the white cockade that decked
it.
"Will ye wear this, my bonnie young leddy, an I gie it ye?" she cried.
"Ay, that I will," replied Beppy.
Helen immediately rode up to the window, which she saw was quite
within reach, and detaching the ribbon from her bonnet gave it to her
admirer, who received it with every expression of delight, and
instantly proceeded to fix it upon her own breast.
"Ye are now bound to find a recruit for Prince Charlie, my bonnie
young leddy," said Helen, as she moved away amid the laughter and
cheers of the beholders.
Previously to this little occurrence, Dr. Byrom and his daughter had
been made acquainted with Helen's history by Tom Syddall, and had
learnt that her character was irreproachable.
"I hope I shall see her again," said Beppy. "I should like so much to
converse with her."
"Well, I make no doubt your wish can be gratified," said her father.
"I'll speak to Syddall, and he will bid her call upon you. But why do
you take so much interest in her?"
"I can't exactly tell," replied Beppy. "She seems to me to possess a
great many good qualities, and, at all events, I admire her romantic
attachment to her lover. Still, I don't think I should have been so
very much charmed with her if she hadn't been so exceedingly pretty.
And now you have the truth, papa."
"Good looks evidently go a long way with you, Beppy," said her father,
laughing.
"Indeed they do, papa. But now that the street has become clear, let
us go and speak to Tom Syddall."
The room from which they had viewed the proceedings at the Cross
formed the upper part of a draper's shop. Thanking the owner, they now
took their departure, and sought out Tom Syddall, whom they found at
his door. He readily undertook to send Helen Carnegie to Miss Byrom as
soon as the recruiting was over.
But the sergeant had a great deal to do, and did not care to part with
either of his companions.
He continued to parade the town for some hours, enlisting all who
offered themselves; and the number of the recruits soon exceeded a
hundred.
The authorities did not interfere with him--probably deeming it
useless to do so. Had they really surrendered the town they could not
have proved more submissive.