Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III OLD ALAN GORDON'S WILL Thebe had been a Gordon in the Maryland county of Somerset since as far away as Cromwell's time. Hector Gordon, being the first of the name to come to Maryland, had commanded a regiment in the cause of that Charles Stewart who, one wintry Whitehall day, gave up his crown to the commons and his head to block and axe, and for whom first and last more good true English blood went flowing than should have served to save the nation against a foreign enemy. When his king was dead, and the young prince who should have succeeded him had fled from the truculent roundheads, Hector Gordon, seeing the cause he fought for cast away, put up his sword, and rather than live under the rule of those whose hands were stained with the purple blood of his king, took ship for America. He did not come empty of purse, and his gold, whereof his prudence had saved a considerable store, even through that rough, uncertain season of civil war, was laid out in a broad estate on the shores of the Chesapeake. There he reared a stately mansion; and there he and his good dame held sway until their deaths. They raised unto themselves children in this new land; and so, after them, upholding their name and the ancient credit of the family they had founded, came a noble procession of Gordons, all living in the old mansion, and each in his turn the great looked-up-to figure of the county of Somerset. Alan Gordon, being that Uncle Gordon so splen- etically adverted to by Robert Blainey, was the last of the line?the last leaf on the old tree. There had been but one child born to him, a boy, and his wife ?a dove-eyed girl she was, when Alan Gordon led her to church as his bride?died in bringing him into the world. This Aian Gordon was an iron man. Stern, silent, high, he w...