Another gossipy, comfortable historical about the Bonnie Prince--stuffed with horsefeathers indeed, but still a romance one can sink down into gratefully, if mindlessly. For her audience so inclined, Hardwick makes short shrift of the political and military minutiae of Prince Charles' rise and fall in his attempt to restore the Stuarts to the English throne; she concentrates instead on the fluttering heart of Dorothy, who accompanies her young Jacobite husband to Edinburgh where Charles is holding court at Hollyrood. On first glance at the Bonnie, Dorothy falls at his feet, ""deeply, irretrievably in love."" Later Dorothy, sent back to England, suffers through the terrible execution of her husband, the death of her father-in-law, and the confiscation of her property--and becomes totally blind. She will not see again until a former Jacobite doctor, now in disguise, unburies the root of her hysterical blindness. Dorothy, with a young Indian whom she has rescued from virtual slavery, fights poverty, charges of witchcraft, and the malicious charity of relatives. Sighted again and wealthy, she would seem to be restored--but wait--Charlie the darlin' is back in town. They travel together in passionate nuptial flights until Charlie's reluctant marriage to Another. Ah me. At the close, Dorothy, now a grandma, reads of his death and sings one of the old songs: ""If you had seen my Charlie. . . ."" A shameless bawl for matrons of all ages.