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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Robert Falconer + +Author: George MacDonald + +Release Date: December 31, 2008 [EBook #2561] +Last Updated: March 9, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROBERT FALCONER *** + + + + +Produced by John Bechard, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + ROBERT FALCONER + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By George Macdonald + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#2H_PART1"> <b>PART I.</b> </a> —<b>HIS + BOYHOOD.</b> <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> A + RECOLLECTION. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> A + VISITOR. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> THE + BOAR'S HEAD. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> SHARGAR. + <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> THE + SYMPOSIUM. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> MRS. + FALCONER. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> ROBERT + TO THE RESCUE! <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> THE + ANGEL UNAWARES. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> A + DISCOVERY. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> ANOTHER + DISCOVERY IN THE GARRET. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. + </a> PRIVATE INTERVIEWS. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0012"> + CHAPTER XII. </a> ROBERT'S PLAN OF SALVATION. <br /><br /> <a + href="#2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> ROBERT'S MOTHER. <br /><br /> + <a href="#2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. </a> MARY ST. JOHN. <br /><br /> + <a href="#2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a> ERIC ERICSON. <br /><br /> + <a href="#2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> MR. LAMMIE'S FARM. + <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> ADVENTURES. + <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a> NATURE + PUTS IN A CLAIM. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> ROBERT + STEALS HIS OWN. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a> JESSIE + HEWSON. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. </a> THE + DRAGON. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. </a> DR. + ANDERSON. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. </a> AN + AUTO DA FÉ. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. </a> BOOT + FOR BALE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. </a> THE + GATES OF PARADISE. <br /><br /> + <br /><br /> <a href="#2H_PART2"> <b>PART II.</b> </a> —<b>HIS + YOUTH.</b> <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0026"> CHAPTER I. </a> ROBERT + KNOCKS <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0027"> CHAPTER II. </a> THE + STROKE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0028"> CHAPTER III. </a> 'THE + END CROWNS ALL'. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0029"> CHAPTER IV. </a> THE + ABERDEEN GARRET. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0030"> CHAPTER V. </a> THE + COMPETITION. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0031"> CHAPTER VI. </a> DR. + ANDERSON AGAIN. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0032"> CHAPTER VII. </a> ERIC + ERICSON. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0033"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> A + HUMAN PROVIDENCE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0034"> CHAPTER IX. </a> A + HUMAN SOUL. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0035"> CHAPTER X. </a> A + FATHER AND A DAUGHTER. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XI. </a> ROBERT'S + VOW. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XII. </a> THE + GRANITE CHURCH. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> SHARGAR'S + ARM. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0039"> CHAPTER XIV. </a> MYSIE'S + FACE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0040"> CHAPTER XV. </a> THE + LAST OF THE COALS. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0041"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> A + STRANGE NIGHT. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0042"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> HOME + AGAIN. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0043"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a> A + GRAVE OPENED. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0044"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> ROBERT + MEDIATES. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0045"> CHAPTER XX. </a> ERICSON + LOSES TO WIN. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0046"> CHAPTER XXI. </a> SHARGAR + ASPIRES. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0047"> CHAPTER XXII. </a> ROBERT + IN ACTION. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0048"> CHAPTER XXIII. </a> ROBERT + FINDS A NEW INSTRUMENT. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0049"> CHAPTER XXIV. + </a> DEATH. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0050"> CHAPTER XXV. </a> IN + MEMORIAM. <br /><br /> <br /><br /> + <a href="#2H_PART3"> <b>PART III.</b> </a> —<b>HIS + MANHOOD.</b> <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0051"> CHAPTER I. </a> IN + THE DESERT. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0052"> CHAPTER II. </a> HOME + AGAIN. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0053"> CHAPTER III. </a> A + MERE GLIMPSE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0054"> CHAPTER IV. </a> THE + DOCTOR'S DEATH. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0055"> CHAPTER V. </a> A + TALK WITH GRANNIE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0056"> CHAPTER VI. </a> SHARGAR'S + MOTHER. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0057"> CHAPTER VII. </a> THE + SILK-WEAVER. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0058"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> MY + OWN ACQUAINTANCE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0059"> CHAPTER IX. </a> THE + BROTHERS. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0060"> CHAPTER X. </a> A + NEOPHYTE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0061"> CHAPTER XI. </a> THE + SUICIDE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0062"> CHAPTER XII. </a> ANDREW + AT LAST. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0063"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> ANDREW + REBELS. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0064"> CHAPTER XIV. </a> THE + BROWN LETTER. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0065"> CHAPTER XV. </a> FATHER + AND SON. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0066"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> CHANGE + OF SCENE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0067"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> IN + THE COUNTRY. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0068"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a> THREE + GENERATIONS. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0069"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> THE + WHOLE STORY. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0070"> CHAPTER XX. </a> THE + VANISHING. <br /><br /> <a href="#2HCH0071"> CHAPTER XXI. </a> IN + EXPECTATIONE. <br /><br /> <a href="#2H_FOOT"> FOOTNOTES. </a> + <br /><br /> <a href="#2H_GLOS"> Glossary. </a> + <br /><br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <div class="mynote"> + <p> + Note from electronic text creator: I have compiled a glossary with + </p> + <p> + definitions of most of the Scottish words found in this work and placed + it at the end of this electronic text. This glossary does not belong to + the original work, but is designed to help with the conversations and + references in Broad Scots found in this work. A further explanation of + this list can be found towards the end of this document, preceding the + glossary. + </p> + <p> + Any notes that I have made in the text (e.g. relating to Greek words in + the text) have been enclosed in {} brackets. + </p> + <br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + TO + + THE MEMORY + + OF THE MAN WHO + + STANDS HIGHEST IN THE ORATORY + + OF MY MEMORY, + + ALEXANDER JOHN SCOTT, + + I, DARING, PRESUME TO DEDICATE THIS BOOK. + </pre> + <p> + <a name="2H_PART1"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PART I.—HIS BOYHOOD. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. A RECOLLECTION. + </h2> + <p> + Robert Falconer, school-boy, aged fourteen, thought he had never seen his + father; that is, thought he had no recollection of having ever seen him. + But the moment when my story begins, he had begun to doubt whether his + belief in the matter was correct. And, as he went on thinking, he became + more and more assured that he had seen his father somewhere about six + years before, as near as a thoughtful boy of his age could judge of the + lapse of a period that would form half of that portion of his existence + which was bound into one by the reticulations of memory. + </p> + <p> + For there dawned upon his mind the vision of one Sunday afternoon. Betty + had gone to church, and he was alone with his grandmother, reading The + Pilgrim's Progress to her, when, just as Christian knocked at the + wicket-gate, a tap came to the street door, and he went to open it. There + he saw a tall, somewhat haggard-looking man, in a shabby black coat (the + vision gradually dawned upon him till it reached the minuteness of all + these particulars), his hat pulled down on to his projecting eyebrows, and + his shoes very dusty, as with a long journey on foot—it was a hot + Sunday, he remembered that—who looked at him very strangely, and + without a word pushed him aside, and went straight into his grandmother's + parlour, shutting the door behind him. He followed, not doubting that the + man must have a right to go there, but questioning very much his right to + shut him out. When he reached the door, however, he found it bolted; and + outside he had to stay all alone, in the desolate remainder of the house, + till Betty came home from church. + </p> + <p> + He could even recall, as he thought about it, how drearily the afternoon + had passed. First he had opened the street door, and stood in it. There + was nothing alive to be seen, except a sparrow picking up crumbs, and he + would not stop till he was tired of him. The Royal Oak, down the street to + the right, had not even a horseless gig or cart standing before it; and + King Charles, grinning awfully in its branches on the signboard, was + invisible from the distance at which he stood. In at the other end of the + empty street, looked the distant uplands, whose waving corn and grass were + likewise invisible, and beyond them rose one blue truncated peak in the + distance, all of them wearily at rest this weary Sabbath day. However, + there was one thing than which this was better, and that was being at + church, which, to this boy at least, was the very fifth essence of + dreariness. + </p> + <p> + He closed the door and went into the kitchen. That was nearly as bad. The + kettle was on the fire, to be sure, in anticipation of tea; but the coals + under it were black on the top, and it made only faint efforts, after + immeasurable intervals of silence, to break into a song, giving a hum like + that of a bee a mile off, and then relapsing into hopeless inactivity. + Having just had his dinner, he was not hungry enough to find any resource + in the drawer where the oatcakes lay, and, unfortunately, the old wooden + clock in the corner was going, else there would have been some amusement + in trying to torment it into demonstrations of life, as he had often done + in less desperate circumstances than the present. At last he went + up-stairs to the very room in which he now was, and sat down upon the + floor, just as he was sitting now. He had not even brought his Pilgrim's + Progress with him from his grandmother's room. But, searching about in all + holes and corners, he at length found Klopstock's Messiah translated into + English, and took refuge there till Betty came home. Nor did he go down + till she called him to tea, when, expecting to join his grandmother and + the stranger, he found, on the contrary, that he was to have his tea with + Betty in the kitchen, after which he again took refuge with Klopstock in + the garret, and remained there till it grew dark, when Betty came in + search of him, and put him to bed in the gable-room, and not in his usual + chamber. In the morning, every trace of the visitor had vanished, even to + the thorn stick which he had set down behind the door as he entered. + </p> + <p> + All this Robert Falconer saw slowly revive on the palimpsest of his + memory, as he washed it with the vivifying waters of recollection. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. A VISITOR. + </h2> + <p> + It was a very bare little room in which the boy sat, but it was his + favourite retreat. Behind the door, in a recess, stood an empty bedstead, + without even a mattress upon it. This was the only piece of furniture in + the room, unless some shelves crowded with papers tied up in bundles, and + a cupboard in the wall, likewise filled with papers, could be called + furniture. There was no carpet on the floor, no windows in the walls. The + only light came from the door, and from a small skylight in the sloping + roof, which showed that it was a garret-room. Nor did much light come from + the open door, for there was no window on the walled stair to which it + opened; only opposite the door a few steps led up into another garret, + larger, but with a lower roof, unceiled, and perforated with two or three + holes, the panes of glass filling which were no larger than the small blue + slates which covered the roof: from these panes a little dim brown light + tumbled into the room where the boy sat on the floor, with his head almost + between his knees, thinking. + </p> + <p> + But there was less light than usual in the room now, though it was only + half-past two o'clock, and the sun would not set for more than + half-an-hour yet; for if Robert had lifted his head and looked up, it + would have been at, not through, the skylight. No sky was to be seen. A + thick covering of snow lay over the glass. A partial thaw, followed by + frost, had fixed it there—a mass of imperfect cells and confused + crystals. It was a cold place to sit in, but the boy had some faculty for + enduring cold when it was the price to be paid for solitude. And besides, + when he fell into one of his thinking moods, he forgot, for a season, cold + and everything else but what he was thinking about—a faculty for + which he was to be envied. + </p> + <p> + If he had gone down the stair, which described half the turn of a screw in + its descent, and had crossed the landing to which it brought him, he could + have entered another bedroom, called the gable or rather ga'le room, + equally at his service for retirement; but, though carpeted and + comfortably furnished, and having two windows at right angles, commanding + two streets, for it was a corner house, the boy preferred the garret-room—he + could not tell why. Possibly, windows to the streets were not congenial to + the meditations in which, even now, as I have said, the boy indulged. + </p> + <p> + These meditations, however, though sometimes as abstruse, if not so + continuous, as those of a metaphysician—for boys are not + unfrequently more given to metaphysics than older people are able or, + perhaps, willing to believe—were not by any means confined to such + subjects: castle-building had its full share in the occupation of those + lonely hours; and for this exercise of the constructive faculty, what he + knew, or rather what he did not know, of his own history gave him scope + enough, nor was his brain slow in supplying him with material + corresponding in quantity to the space afforded. His mother had been dead + for so many years that he had only the vaguest recollections of her + tenderness, and none of her person. All he was told of his father was that + he had gone abroad. His grandmother would never talk about him, although + he was her own son. When the boy ventured to ask a question about where he + was, or when he would return, she always replied—'Bairns suld haud + their tongues.' Nor would she vouchsafe another answer to any question + that seemed to her from the farthest distance to bear down upon that + subject. 'Bairns maun learn to haud their tongues,' was the sole variation + of which the response admitted. And the boy did learn to hold his tongue. + Perhaps he would have thought less about his father if he had had brothers + or sisters, or even if the nature of his grandmother had been such as to + admit of their relationship being drawn closer—into personal + confidence, or some measure of familiarity. How they stood with regard to + each other will soon appear. + </p> + <p> + Whether the visions vanished from his brain because of the thickening of + his blood with cold, or he merely acted from one of those undefined and + inexplicable impulses which occasion not a few of our actions, I cannot + tell, but all at once Robert started to his feet and hurried from the + room. At the foot of the garret stair, between it and the door of the + gable-room already mentioned, stood another door at right angles to both, + of the existence of which the boy was scarcely aware, simply because he + had seen it all his life and had never seen it open. Turning his back on + this last door, which he took for a blind one, he went down a short broad + stair, at the foot of which was a window. He then turned to the left into + a long flagged passage or transe, passed the kitchen door on the one hand, + and the double-leaved street door on the other; but, instead of going into + the parlour, the door of which closed the transe, he stopped at the + passage-window on the right, and there stood looking out. + </p> + <p> + What might be seen from this window certainly could not be called a very + pleasant prospect. A broad street with low houses of cold gray stone is + perhaps as uninteresting a form of street as any to be found in the world, + and such was the street Robert looked out upon. Not a single member of the + animal creation was to be seen in it, not a pair of eyes to be discovered + looking out at any of the windows opposite. The sole motion was the + occasional drift of a vapour-like film of white powder, which the wind + would lift like dust from the snowy carpet that covered the street, and + wafting it along for a few yards, drop again to its repose, till another + stronger gust, prelusive of the wind about to rise at sun-down,—a + wind cold and bitter as death—would rush over the street, and raise + a denser cloud of the white water-dust to sting the face of any improbable + person who might meet it in its passage. It was a keen, knife-edged frost, + even in the house, and what Robert saw to make him stand at the desolate + window, I do not know, and I believe he could not himself have told. There + he did stand, however, for the space of five minutes or so, with nothing + better filling his outer eyes at least than a bald spot on the crown of + the street, whence the wind had swept away the snow, leaving it brown and + bare, a spot of March in the middle of January. + </p> + <p> + He heard the town drummer in the distance, and let the sound invade his + passive ears, till it crossed the opening of the street, and vanished + 'down the town.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's Dooble Sanny,' he said to himself—'wi' siccan cauld han's, + 'at he's playin' upo' the drum-heid as gin he was loupin' in a bowie + (leaping in a cask).' + </p> + <p> + Then he stood silent once more, with a look as if anything would be + welcome to break the monotony. + </p> + <p> + While he stood a gentle timorous tap came to the door, so gentle indeed + that Betty in the kitchen did not hear it, or she, tall and Roman-nosed as + she was, would have answered it before the long-legged dreamer could have + reached the door, though he was not above three yards from it. In lack of + anything better to do, Robert stalked to the summons. As he opened the + door, these words greeted him: + </p> + <p> + 'Is Robert at—eh! it's Bob himsel'! Bob, I'm byous (exceedingly) + cauld.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for dinna ye gang hame, than?' + </p> + <p> + 'What for wasna ye at the schuil the day?' + </p> + <p> + 'I spier ae queston at you, and ye answer me wi' anither.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I hae nae hame to gang till.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, and I had a sair heid (a headache). But whaur's yer hame gane till + than?' + </p> + <p> + 'The hoose is there a' richt, but whaur my mither is I dinna ken. The + door's lockit, an' Jeames Jaup, they tell me 's tane awa' the key. I doobt + my mither's awa' upo' the tramp again, and what's to come o' me, the Lord + kens.' + </p> + <p> + 'What's this o' 't?' interposed a severe but not unmelodious voice, + breaking into the conversation between the two boys; for the parlour door + had opened without Robert's hearing it, and Mrs. Falconer, his + grandmother, had drawn near to the speakers. + </p> + <p> + 'What's this o' 't?' she asked again. 'Wha's that ye're conversin' wi' at + the door, Robert? Gin it be ony decent laddie, tell him to come in, and no + stan' at the door in sic a day 's this.' + </p> + <p> + As Robert hesitated with his reply, she looked round the open half of the + door, but no sooner saw with whom he was talking than her tone changed. By + this time Betty, wiping her hands in her apron, had completed the group by + taking her stand in the kitchen door. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na,' said Mrs. Falconer. 'We want nane sic-like here. What does he + want wi' you, Robert? Gie him a piece, Betty, and lat him gang.—Eh, + sirs! the callant hasna a stockin'-fit upo' 'im—and in sic weather!' + </p> + <p> + For, before she had finished her speech, the visitor, as if in terror of + her nearer approach, had turned his back, and literally showed her, if not + a clean pair of heels, yet a pair of naked heels from between the soles + and uppers of his shoes: if he had any stockings at all, they ceased + before they reached his ankles. + </p> + <p> + 'What ails him at me?' continued Mrs. Falconer, 'that he rins as gin I war + a boodie? But it's nae wonner he canna bide the sicht o' a decent body, + for he's no used till 't. What does he want wi' you, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + But Robert had a reason for not telling his grandmother what the boy had + told him: he thought the news about his mother would only make her + disapprove of him the more. In this he judged wrong. He did not know his + grandmother yet. + </p> + <p> + 'He's in my class at the schuil,' said Robert, evasively. + </p> + <p> + 'Him? What class, noo?' + </p> + <p> + Robert hesitated one moment, but, compelled to give some answer, said, + with confidence, + </p> + <p> + 'The Bible-class.' + </p> + <p> + 'I thocht as muckle! What gars ye play at hide and seek wi' me? Do ye + think I dinna ken weel eneuch there's no a lad or a lass at the schuil but + 's i' the Bible-class? What wants he here?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye hardly gae him time to tell me, grannie. Ye frichtit him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Me fricht him! What for suld I fricht him, laddie? I'm no sic ferlie + (wonder) that onybody needs be frichtit at me.' + </p> + <p> + The old lady turned with visible, though by no means profound offence upon + her calm forehead, and walking back into her parlour, where Robert could + see the fire burning right cheerily, shut the door, and left him and Betty + standing together in the transe. The latter returned to the kitchen, to + resume the washing of the dinner-dishes; and the former returned to his + post at the window. He had not stood more than half a minute, thinking + what was to be done with his school-fellow deserted of his mother, when + the sound of a coach-horn drew his attention to the right, down the + street, where he could see part of the other street which crossed it at + right angles, and in which the gable of the house stood. A minute after, + the mail came in sight—scarlet, spotted with snow—and + disappeared, going up the hill towards the chief hostelry of the town, as + fast as four horses, tired with the bad footing they had had through the + whole of the stage, could draw it after them. By this time the twilight + was falling; for though the sun had not yet set, miles of frozen vapour + came between him and this part of the world, and his light was never very + powerful so far north at this season of the year. + </p> + <p> + Robert turned into the kitchen, and began to put on his shoes. He had made + up his mind what to do. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye're never gaein' oot, Robert?' said Betty, in a hoarse tone of + expostulation. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed am I, Betty. What for no?' + </p> + <p> + 'You 'at's been in a' day wi' a sair heid! I'll jist gang benn the hoose + and tell the mistress, and syne we'll see what she'll please to say till + 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye'll do naething o' the kin', Betty. Are ye gaein' to turn clash-pyet + (tell-tale) at your age?' + </p> + <p> + 'What ken ye aboot my age? There's never a man-body i' the toon kens aught + aboot my age.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's ower muckle for onybody to min' upo' (remember), is 't, Betty?' + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna be ill-tongued, Robert, or I'll jist gang benn the hoose to the + mistress.' + </p> + <p> + 'Betty, wha began wi' bein' ill-tongued? Gin ye tell my grandmither that I + gaed oot the nicht, I'll gang to the schuilmaister o' Muckledrum, and get + a sicht o' the kirstenin' buik; an' gin yer name binna there, I'll tell + ilkabody I meet 'at oor Betty was never kirstened; and that'll be a sair + affront, Betty.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot! was there ever sic a laddie!' said Betty, attempting to laugh it + off. 'Be sure ye be back afore tay-time, 'cause yer grannie 'ill be + speirin' efter ye, and ye wadna hae me lee aboot ye?' + </p> + <p> + 'I wad hae naebody lee about me. Ye jist needna lat on 'at ye hear her. Ye + can be deif eneuch when ye like, Betty. But I s' be back afore tay-time, + or come on the waur.' + </p> + <p> + Betty, who was in far greater fear of her age being discovered than of + being unchristianized in the search, though the fact was that she knew + nothing certain about the matter, and had no desire to be enlightened, + feeling as if she was thus left at liberty to hint what she pleased,—Betty, + I say, never had any intention of going 'benn the hoose to the mistress.' + For the threat was merely the rod of terror which she thought it + convenient to hold over the back of the boy, whom she always supposed to + be about some mischief except he were in her own presence and visibly + reading a book: if he were reading aloud, so much the better. But Robert + likewise kept a rod for his defence, and that was Betty's age, which he + had discovered to be such a precious secret that one would have thought + her virtue depended in some cabalistic manner upon the concealment of it. + And, certainly, nature herself seemed to favour Betty's weakness, casting + such a mist about the number of her years as the goddesses of old were + wont to cast about a wounded favourite; for some said Betty was forty, + others said she was sixty-five, and, in fact, almost everybody who knew + her had a different belief on the matter. + </p> + <p> + By this time Robert had conquered the difficulty of induing boots as hard + as a thorough wetting and as thorough a drying could make them, and now + stood prepared to go. His object in setting out was to find the boy whom + his grandmother had driven from the door with a hastier and more abject + flight than she had in the least intended. But, if his grandmother should + miss him, as Betty suggested, and inquire where he had been, what was he + to say? He did not mind misleading his grannie, but he had a great + objection to telling her a lie. His grandmother herself delivered him from + this difficulty. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, come here,' she called from the parlour door. And Robert obeyed. + </p> + <p> + 'Is 't dingin' on, Robert?' she asked. + </p> + <p> + 'No, grannie; it's only a starnie o' drift.' + </p> + <p> + The meaning of this was that there was no fresh snow falling, or beating + on, only a little surface snow blowing about. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, jist pit yer shune on, man, and rin up to Miss Naper's upo' the + Squaur, and say to Miss Naper, wi' my compliments, that I wad be sair + obleeged till her gin she wad len' me that fine receipt o' hers for + crappit heids, and I'll sen' 't back safe the morn's mornin'. Rin, noo.' + </p> + <p> + This commission fell in admirably with Robert's plans, and he started at + once. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. THE BOAR'S HEAD. + </h2> + <p> + Miss Napier was the eldest of three maiden sisters who kept the principal + hostelry of Rothieden, called The Boar's Head; from which, as Robert + reached the square in the dusk, the mail-coach was moving away with a + fresh quaternion of horses. He found a good many boxes standing upon the + pavement close by the archway that led to the inn-yard, and around them + had gathered a group of loungers, not too cold to be interested. These + were looking towards the windows of the inn, where the owner of the boxes + had evidently disappeared. + </p> + <p> + 'Saw ye ever sic a sicht in oor toon afore!' said Dooble Sanny, as people + generally called him, his name being Alexander Alexander, pronounced, by + those who chose to speak of him with the ordinary respect due from one + mortal to another, Sandy Elshender. Double Sandy was a soutar, or + shoemaker, remarkable for his love of sweet sounds and whisky. He was, + besides, the town-crier, who went about with a drum at certain hours of + the morning and evening, like a perambulating clock, and also made public + announcements of sales, losses, &c.; for the rest—a fierce, + fighting fellow when in anger or in drink, which latter included the + former. + </p> + <p> + 'What's the sicht, Sandy?' asked Robert, coming up with his hands in the + pockets of his trowsers. + </p> + <p> + 'Sic a sicht as ye never saw, man,' returned Sandy; 'the bonniest leddy + ever man set his ee upo'. I culd na hae thocht there had been sic a woman + i' this warl'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot, Sandy!' said Robert, 'a body wad think she was tint (lost) and ye + had the cryin' o' her. Speyk laicher, man; she'll maybe hear ye. Is she i' + the inn there?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay is she,' answered Sandy. 'See sic a warl' o' kists as she's brocht wi' + her,' he continued, pointing towards the pile of luggage. 'Saw ye ever sic + a bourach (heap)? It jist blecks (beats) me to think what ae body can du + wi' sae mony kists. For I mayna doobt but there's something or ither in + ilka ane o' them. Naebody wad carry aboot toom (empty) kists wi' them. I + cannot mak' it oot.' + </p> + <p> + The boxes might well surprise Sandy, if we may draw any conclusions from + the fact that the sole implement of personal adornment which he possessed + was two inches of a broken comb, for which he had to search when he + happened to want it, in the drawer of his stool, among awls, lumps of + rosin for his violin, masses of the same substance wrought into + shoemaker's wax for his ends, and packets of boar's bristles, commonly + called birse, for the same. + </p> + <p> + 'Are thae a' ae body's?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Troth are they. They're a' hers, I wat. Ye wad hae thocht she had been + gaein' to The Bothie; but gin she had been that, there wad hae been a + cairriage to meet her,' said Crookit Caumill, the ostler. + </p> + <p> + The Bothie was the name facetiously given by Alexander, Baron Rothie, son + of the Marquis of Boarshead, to a house he had built in the neighbourhood, + chiefly for the accommodation of his bachelor friends from London during + the shooting-season. + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer tongue, Caumill,' said the shoemaker. 'She's nae sic cattle, + yon.' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud up the bit bowat (stable-lantern), man, and lat Robert here see the + direction upo' them. Maybe he'll mak' something o't. He's a fine scholar, + ye ken,' said another of the bystanders. + </p> + <p> + The ostler held the lantern to the card upon one of the boxes, but Robert + found only an M., followed by something not very definite, and a J., which + might have been an I., Rothieden, Driftshire, Scotland. + </p> + <p> + As he was not immediate with his answer, Peter Lumley, one of the group, a + lazy ne'er-do-weel, who had known better days, but never better manners, + and was seldom quite drunk, and seldomer still quite sober, struck in + with, + </p> + <p> + 'Ye dinna ken a' thing yet, ye see, Robbie.' + </p> + <p> + From Sandy this would have been nothing but a good-humoured attempt at + facetiousness. From Lumley it meant spite, because Robert's praise was in + his ears. + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna preten' to ken ae hair mair than ye do yersel', Mr. Lumley; and + that's nae sayin' muckle, surely,' returned Robert, irritated at his tone + more than at his words. + </p> + <p> + The bystanders laughed, and Lumley flew into a rage. + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer ill tongue, ye brat,' he said. 'Wha' are ye to mak' sic remarks + upo' yer betters? A'body kens yer gran'father was naething but the blin' + piper o' Portcloddie.' + </p> + <p> + This was news to Robert—probably false, considering the quarter + whence it came. But his mother-wit did not forsake him. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, Mr. Lumley,' he answered, 'didna he pipe weel? Daur ye tell me 'at + he didna pipe weel?—as weel's ye cud hae dune 't yersel', noo, Mr. + Lumley?' + </p> + <p> + The laugh again rose at Lumley's expense, who was well known to have tried + his hand at most things, and succeeded in nothing. Dooble Sanny was + especially delighted. + </p> + <p> + 'De'il hae ye for a de'il's brat! 'At I suld sweer!' was all Lumley's + reply, as he sought to conceal his mortification by attempting to join in + the laugh against himself. Robert seized the opportunity of turning away + and entering the house. + </p> + <p> + 'That ane's no to be droont or brunt aither,' said Lumley, as he + disappeared. + </p> + <p> + 'He'll no be hang't for closin' your mou', Mr. Lumley,' said the + shoemaker. + </p> + <p> + Thereupon Lumley turned and followed Robert into the inn. + </p> + <p> + Robert had delivered his message to Miss Napier, who sat in an arm-chair + by the fire, in a little comfortable parlour, held sacred by all about the + house. She was paralytic, and unable to attend to her guests further than + by giving orders when anything especial was referred to her decision. She + was an old lady—nearly as old as Mrs. Falconer—and wore + glasses, but they could not conceal the kindness of her kindly eyes. + Probably from giving less heed to a systematic theology, she had nothing + of that sternness which first struck a stranger on seeing Robert's + grandmother. But then she did not know what it was to be contradicted; and + if she had been married, and had had sons, perhaps a sternness not + dissimilar might have shown itself in her nature. + </p> + <p> + 'Noo ye maunna gang awa' till ye get something,' she said, after taking + the receipt in request from a drawer within her reach, and laying it upon + the table. But ere she could ring the bell which stood by her side, one of + her servants came in. + </p> + <p> + 'Please, mem,' she said, 'Miss Letty and Miss Lizzy's seein' efter the + bonny leddy; and sae I maun come to you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Is she a' that bonny, Meg?' asked her mistress. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, she's nae sae fearsome bonny; but Miss Letty's unco ta'en wi' + her, ye ken. An' we a' say as Miss Letty says i' this hoose. But that's no + the pint. Mr. Lumley's here, seekin' a gill: is he to hae't?' + </p> + <p> + 'Has he had eneuch already, do ye think, Meg?' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken aboot eneuch, mem; that's ill to mizzer; but I dinna think + he's had ower muckle.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, lat him tak' it. But dinna lat him sit doon.' + </p> + <p> + 'Verra weel, mem,' said Meg, and departed. + </p> + <p> + 'What gars Mr. Lumley say 'at my gran'father was the blin' piper o' + Portcloddie? Can ye tell me, Miss Naper?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Whan said he that, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'Jist as I cam in.' + </p> + <p> + Miss Napier rang the bell. Another maid appeared. + </p> + <p> + 'Sen' Meg here direckly.' + </p> + <p> + Meg came, her eyes full of interrogation. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna gie Lumley a drap. Set him up to insult a young gentleman at my + door-cheek! He s' no hae a drap here the nicht. He 's had ower muckle, + Meg, already, an' ye oucht to hae seen that.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, mem, he 's had mair than ower muckle, than; for there's anither + gill ower the thrapple o' 'm. I div my best, mem, but, never tastin' + mysel', I canna aye tell hoo muckle 's i' the wame o' a' body 'at comes + in.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye're no fit for the place, Meg; that's a fac'.' + </p> + <p> + At this charge Meg took no offence, for she had been in the place for + twenty years. And both mistress and maid laughed the moment they parted + company. + </p> + <p> + 'Wha's this 'at's come the nicht, Miss Naper, 'at they're sae ta'en wi'?' + asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Atweel, I dinna ken yet. She's ower bonnie by a' accoonts to be gaein' + about her lane (alone). It's a mercy the baron's no at hame. I wad hae to + lock her up wi' the forks and spunes.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for that?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + But Miss Napier vouchsafed no further explanation. She stuffed his pockets + with sweet biscuits instead, dismissed him in haste, and rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + 'Meg, whaur hae they putten the stranger-leddy?' + </p> + <p> + 'She's no gaein' to bide at our hoose, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'What say ye, lass? She's never gaein' ower to Lucky Happit's, is she?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow na, mem. She's a leddy, ilka inch o' her. But she's some sib + (relation) to the auld captain, and she's gaein' doon the street as sune's + Caumill's ready to tak her bit boxes i' the barrow. But I doobt there'll + be maist three barrowfu's o' them.' + </p> + <p> + 'Atweel. Ye can gang.' + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. SHARGAR. + </h2> + <p> + Robert went out into the thin drift, and again crossing the wide + desolate-looking square, turned down an entry leading to a kind of court, + which had once been inhabited by a well-to-do class of the townspeople, + but had now fallen in estimation. Upon a stone at the door of what seemed + an outhouse he discovered the object of his search. + </p> + <p> + 'What are ye sittin' there for, Shargar?' + </p> + <p> + Shargar is a word of Gaelic origin, applied, with some sense of the + ridiculous, to a thin, wasted, dried-up creature. In the present case it + was the nickname by which the boy was known at school; and, indeed, where + he was known at all. + </p> + <p> + 'What are ye sittin' there for, Shargar? Did naebody offer to tak ye in?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, nane o' them. I think they maun be a' i' their beds. I'm most + dreidfu' cauld.' + </p> + <p> + The fact was, that Shargar's character, whether by imputation from his + mother, or derived from his own actions, was none of the best. The + consequence was, that, although scarcely one of the neighbours would have + allowed him to sit there all night, each was willing to wait yet a while, + in the hope that somebody else's humanity would give in first, and save + her from the necessity of offering him a seat by the fireside, and a share + of the oatmeal porridge which probably would be scanty enough for her own + household. For it must be borne in mind that all the houses in the place + were occupied by poor people, with whom the one virtue, Charity, was, in a + measure, at home, and amidst many sins, cardinal and other, managed to + live in even some degree of comfort. + </p> + <p> + 'Get up, than, Shargar, ye lazy beggar! Or are ye frozen to the + door-stane? I s' awa' for a kettle o' bilin' water to lowse ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, Bob. I'm no stucken. I'm only some stiff wi' the cauld; for wow, + but I am cauld!' said Shargar, rising with difficulty. 'Gie 's a haud o' + yer han', Bob.' + </p> + <p> + Robert gave him his hand, and Shargar was straightway upon his feet. + </p> + <p> + 'Come awa' noo, as fest and as quaiet 's ye can.' + </p> + <p> + 'What are ye gaein' to du wi' me, Bob?' + </p> + <p> + 'What's that to you, Shargar?' + </p> + <p> + 'Naything. Only I wad like to ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hae patience, and ye will ken. Only mind ye do as I tell ye, and dinna + speik a word.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar followed in silence. + </p> + <p> + On the way Robert remembered that Miss Napier had not, after all, given + him the receipt for which his grandmother had sent him. So he returned to + The Boar's Head, and, while he went in, left Shargar in the archway, to + shiver, and try in vain to warm his hands by the alternate plans of + slapping them on the opposite arms, and hiding them under them. + </p> + <p> + When Robert came out, he saw a man talking to him under the lamp. The + moment his eyes fell upon the two, he was struck by a resemblance between + them. Shargar was right under the lamp, the man to the side of it, so that + Shargar was shadowed by its frame, and the man was in its full light. The + latter turned away, and passing Robert, went into the inn. + </p> + <p> + 'Wha's that?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken,' answered Shargar. 'He spak to me or ever I kent he was + there, and garred my hert gie sic a loup 'at it maist fell into my + breeks.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what said he to ye?' + </p> + <p> + 'He said was the deevil at my lug, that I did naething but caw my han's to + bits upo' my shoothers.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what said ye to that?' + </p> + <p> + 'I said I wissed he was, for he wad aiblins hae some spare heat aboot him, + an' I hadna freely (quite) eneuch.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel dune, Shargar! What said he to that?' + </p> + <p> + 'He leuch, and speirt gin I wad list, and gae me a shillin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye didna tak it, Shargar?' asked Robert in some alarm. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay did I. Catch me no taking a shillin'!' + </p> + <p> + 'But they'll haud ye till 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na. I'm ower shochlin' (in-kneed) for a sodger. But that man was nae + sodger.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what mair said he?' + </p> + <p> + 'He speirt what I wad do wi' the shillin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what said ye?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow! syne ye cam' oot, and he gaed awa'.' + </p> + <p> + 'And ye dinna ken wha it was?' repeated Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'It was some like my brither, Lord Sandy; but I dinna ken,' said Shargar. + </p> + <p> + By this time they had arrived at Yule the baker's shop. + </p> + <p> + 'Bide ye here,' said Robert, who happened to possess a few coppers, 'till + I gang into Eel's.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar stood again and shivered at the door, till Robert came out with a + penny loaf in one hand, and a twopenny loaf in the other. + </p> + <p> + 'Gie's a bit, Bob,' said Shargar. 'I'm as hungry as I am cauld.' + </p> + <p> + 'Bide ye still,' returned Robert. 'There's a time for a' thing, and your + time 's no come to forgather wi' this loaf yet. Does na it smell fine? + It's new frae the bakehoose no ten minutes ago. I ken by the fin' (feel) + o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lat me fin' 't,' said Shargar, stretching out one hand, and feeling his + shilling with the other. + </p> + <p> + 'Na. Yer han's canna be clean. And fowk suld aye eat clean, whether they + gang clean or no.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll awa' in an' buy ane oot o' my ain shillin',' said Shargar, in a tone + of resolute eagerness. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye'll do naething o' the kin',' returned Robert, darting his hand at his + collar. 'Gie me the shillin'. Ye'll want it a' or lang.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar yielded the coin and slunk behind, while Robert again led the way + till they came to his grandmother's door. + </p> + <p> + 'Gang to the ga'le o' the hoose there, Shargar, and jist keek roon' the + neuk at me; and gin I whustle upo' ye, come up as quaiet 's ye can. Gin I + dinna, bide till I come to ye.' + </p> + <p> + Robert opened the door cautiously. It was never locked except at night, or + when Betty had gone to the well for water, or to the butcher's or baker's, + or the prayer-meeting, upon which occasions she put the key in her pocket, + and left her mistress a prisoner. He looked first to the right, along the + passage, and saw that his grandmother's door was shut; then across the + passage to the left, and saw that the kitchen door was likewise shut, + because of the cold, for its normal position was against the wall. + Thereupon, closing the door, but keeping the handle in his hand, and the + bolt drawn back, he turned to the street and whistled soft and low. + Shargar had, in a moment, dragged his heavy feet, ready to part company + with their shoes at any instant, to Robert's side. He bent his ear to + Robert's whisper. + </p> + <p> + 'Gang in there, and creep like a moose to the fit o' the stair. I maun + close the door ahin' 's,' said he, opening the door as he spoke. + </p> + <p> + 'I'm fleyt (frightened), Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna be a fule. Grannie winna bite aff yer heid. She had ane till her + denner, the day, an' it was ill sung (singed).' + </p> + <p> + 'What ane o'?' + </p> + <p> + 'A sheep's heid, ye gowk (fool). Gang in direckly.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar persisted no longer, but, taking about four steps a minute, slunk + past the kitchen like a thief—not so carefully, however, but that + one of his soles yet looser than the other gave one clap upon the flagged + passage, when Betty straightway stood in the kitchen door, a fierce + picture in a deal frame. By this time Robert had closed the outer door, + and was following at Shargar's heels. + </p> + <p> + 'What's this?' she cried, but not so loud as to reach the ears of Mrs. + Falconer; for, with true Scotch foresight, she would not willingly call in + another power before the situation clearly demanded it. 'Whaur's Shargar + gaein' that gait?' + </p> + <p> + 'Wi' me. Dinna ye see me wi' him? I'm nae a thief, nor yet's Shargar.' + </p> + <p> + 'There may be twa opingons upo' that, Robert. I s' jist awa' benn to the + mistress. I s' hae nae sic doin's i' my hoose.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's nae your hoose, Betty. Dinna lee.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I s' hae nae sic things gang by my kitchie door. There, Robert! + what 'll ye mak' o' that? There's nae offence, there, I houp, gin it + suldna be a'thegither my ain hoose. Tak Shargar oot o' that, or I s' awa' + benn the hoose, as I tell ye.' + </p> + <p> + Meantime Shargar was standing on the stones, looking like a terrified + white rabbit, and shaking from head to foot with cold and fright combined. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll tak him oot o' this, but it's up the stair, Betty. An' gin ye gang + benn the hoose aboot it, I sweir to ye, as sure 's death, I'll gang doon + to Muckledrum upo' Setterday i' the efternune.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gang awa' wi' yer havers. Only gin the mistress speirs onything aboot it, + what am I to say?' + </p> + <p> + 'Bide till she speirs. Auld Spunkie says, “Ready-made answers are aye to + seek.” And I say, Betty, hae ye a cauld pitawta (potato)?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll luik and see. Wadna ye like it het up?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow ay, gin ye binna lang aboot it.' + </p> + <p> + Suddenly a bell rang, shrill and peremptory, right above Shargar's head, + causing in him a responsive increase of trembling. + </p> + <p> + 'Haud oot o' my gait. There's the mistress's bell,' said Betty. + </p> + <p> + 'Jist bide till we're roon' the neuk and on to the stair,' said Robert, + now leading the way. + </p> + <p> + Betty watched them safe round the corner before she made for the parlour, + little thinking to what she had become an unwilling accomplice, for she + never imagined that more than an evening's visit was intended by Shargar, + which in itself seemed to her strange and improper enough even for such an + eccentric boy as Robert to encourage. + </p> + <p> + Shargar followed in mortal terror, for, like Christian in The Pilgrim's + Progress, he had no armour to his back. Once round the corner, two strides + of three steps each took them to the top of the first stair, Shargar + knocking his head in the darkness against the never-opened door. Again + three strides brought them to the top of the second flight; and turning + once more, still to the right, Robert led Shargar up the few steps into + the higher of the two garrets. + </p> + <p> + Here there was just glimmer enough from the sky to discover the hollow of + a close bedstead, built in under the sloping roof, which served it for a + tester, while the two ends and most of the front were boarded up to the + roof. This bedstead fortunately was not so bare as the one in the other + room, although it had not been used for many years, for an old mattress + covered the boards with which it was bottomed. + </p> + <p> + 'Gang in there, Shargar. Ye'll be warmer there than upo' the door-step ony + gait. Pit aff yer shune.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar obeyed, full of delight at finding himself in such good quarters. + Robert went to a forsaken press in the room, and brought out an ancient + cloak of tartan, of the same form as what is now called an Inverness cape, + a blue dress-coat, with plain gilt buttons, which shone even now in the + all but darkness, and several other garments, amongst them a kilt, and + heaped them over Shargar as he lay on the mattress. He then handed him the + twopenny and the penny loaves, which were all his stock had reached to the + purchase of, and left him, saying,— + </p> + <p> + 'I maun awa' to my tay, Shargar. I'll fess ye a cauld tawtie het again, + gin Betty has ony. Lie still, and whatever ye do, dinna come oot o' that.' + </p> + <p> + The last injunction was entirely unnecessary. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, Bob, I'm jist in haven!' said the poor creature, for his skin began + to feel the precious possibility of reviving warmth in the distance. + </p> + <p> + Now that he had gained a new burrow, the human animal soon recovered from + his fears as well. It seemed to him, in the novelty of the place, that he + had made so many doublings to reach it, that there could be no danger of + even the mistress of the house finding him out, for she could hardly be + supposed to look after such a remote corner of her dominions. And then he + was boxed in with the bed, and covered with no end of warm garments, while + the friendly darkness closed him and his shelter all round. Except the + faintest blue gleam from one of the panes in the roof, there was soon no + hint of light anywhere; and this was only sufficient to make the darkness + visible, and thus add artistic effect to the operation of it upon + Shargar's imagination—a faculty certainly uneducated in Shargar, but + far, very far from being therefore non-existent. It was, indeed, actively + operative, although, like that of many a fine lady and gentleman, only in + relation to such primary questions as: 'What shall we eat? And what shall + we drink? And wherewithal shall we be clothed?' But as he lay and devoured + the new 'white breid,' his satisfaction—the bare delight of his + animal existence—reached a pitch such as even this imagination, + stinted with poverty, and frost-bitten with maternal oppression, had never + conceived possible. The power of enjoying the present without anticipation + of the future or regard of the past, is the especial privilege of the + animal nature, and of the human nature in proportion as it has not been + developed beyond the animal. Herein lies the happiness of cab horses and + of tramps: to them the gift of forgetfulness is of worth inestimable. + Shargar's heaven was for the present gained. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. THE SYMPOSIUM. + </h2> + <p> + Robert had scarcely turned out of the square on his way to find Shargar, + when a horseman entered it. His horse and he were both apparently black on + one side and gray on the other, from the snow-drift settling to windward. + The animal looked tired, but the rider sat as easy as if he were riding to + cover. The reins hung loose, and the horse went in a straight line for The + Boar's Head, stopping under the archway only when his master drew bridle + at the door of the inn. + </p> + <p> + At that moment Miss Letty was standing at the back of Miss Napier's chair, + leaning her arms upon it as she talked to her. This was her way of resting + as often as occasion arose for a chat with her elder sister. Miss Letty's + hair was gathered in a great knot at the top of her head, and little + ringlets hung like tendrils down the sides of her face, the benevolence of + which was less immediately striking than that of her sister's, because of + the constant play of humour upon it, especially about the mouth. If a + spirit of satire could be supposed converted into something Christian by + an infusion of the tenderest loving-kindness and humanity, remaining still + recognizable notwithstanding that all its bitterness was gone, such was + the expression of Miss Letty's mouth, It was always half puckered as if in + resistance to a comic smile, which showed itself at the windows of the + keen gray eyes, however the mouth might be able to keep it within doors. + She was neatly dressed in black silk, with a lace collar. Her hands were + small and white. + </p> + <p> + The moment the traveller stopped at the door, Miss Napier started. + </p> + <p> + 'Letty,' she said, 'wha's that? I could amaist sweir to Black Geordie's + fit.' + </p> + <p> + 'A' four o' them, I think,' returned Miss Letty, as the horse, + notwithstanding, or perhaps in consequence of his fatigue, began to paw + and move about on the stones impatiently. + </p> + <p> + The rider had not yet spoken. + </p> + <p> + 'He'll be efter some o' 's deevil-ma'-care sculduddery. But jist rin to + the door, Letty, or Lizzy 'll be there afore ye, and maybe she wadna be + ower ceevil. What can he be efter noo?' + </p> + <p> + 'What wad the grew (grayhound) be efter but maukin (hare)?' returned Miss + Letty. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot! nonsense! He kens naething aboot her. Gang to the door, lassie.' + </p> + <p> + Miss Letty obeyed. + </p> + <p> + 'Wha's there?' she asked, somewhat sharply, as she opened it, 'that + neither chaps (knocks) nor ca's?—Preserve 's a'! is't you, my lord?' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo ken ye me, Miss Letty withoot seein' my face?' + </p> + <p> + 'A'body at The Boar's Heid kens Black Geordie as weel 's yer lordship's + ain sel'. But whaur comes yer lordship frae in sic a nicht as this?' + </p> + <p> + 'From Russia. Never dismounted between Moscow and Aberdeen. The ice is + bearing to-night.' + </p> + <p> + And the baron laughed inside the upturned collar of his cloak, for he knew + that strangely-exaggerated stories were current about his feats in the + saddle. + </p> + <p> + 'That's a lang ride, my lord, and a sliddery. And what's yer lordship's + wull?' + </p> + <p> + 'Muckle ye care aboot my lordship to stand jawin' there in a night like + this! Is nobody going to take my horse?' + </p> + <p> + 'I beg yer lordship's pardon. Caumill!—Yer lordship never said ye + wanted yer lordship's horse ta'en. I thocht ye micht be gaein' on to The + Bothie.—Tak' Black Geordie here, Caumill.—Come in to the + parlour, my lord.' + </p> + <p> + 'How d'ye do, Miss Naper?' said Lord Rothie, as he entered the room. + 'Here's this jade of a sister of yours asking me why I don't go home to + The Bothie, when I choose to stop and water here.' + </p> + <p> + 'What'll ye tak', my lord?—Letty, fess the brandy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! damn your brandy! Bring me a gill of good Glendronach.' + </p> + <p> + 'Rin, Letty. His lordship's cauld.—I canna rise to offer ye the + airm-cheir, my lord.' + </p> + <p> + 'I can get one for myself, thank heaven!' + </p> + <p> + 'Lang may yer lordship return sic thanks.' + </p> + <p> + 'For I'm only new begun, ye think, Miss Naper. Well, I don't often trouble + heaven with my affairs. By Jove! I ought to be heard when I do.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nae doobt ye will, my lord, whan ye seek onything that's fit to be gien + ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'True. Heaven's gifts are seldom much worth the asking.' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer tongue, my lord, and dinna bring doon a judgment upo' my hoose, + for it wad be missed oot o' Rothieden.' + </p> + <p> + 'You're right there, Miss Naper. And here comes the whisky to stop my + mouth.' + </p> + <p> + The Baron of Rothie sat for a few minutes with his feet on the fender + before Miss Letty's blazing fire, without speaking, while he sipped the + whisky neat from a wine-glass. He was a man about the middle height, + rather full-figured, muscular and active, with a small head, and an eye + whose brightness had not yet been dimmed by the sensuality which might be + read in the condition rather than frame of his countenance. But while he + spoke so pleasantly to the Miss Napiers, and his forehead spread broad and + smooth over the twinkle of his hazel eye, there was a sharp curve on each + side of his upper lip, half-way between the corner and the middle, which + reminded one of the same curves in the lip of his ancestral boar's head, + where it was lifted up by the protruding tusks. These curves disappeared, + of course, when he smiled, and his smile, being a lord's, was generally + pronounced irresistible. He was good-natured, and nowise inclined to stand + upon his rank, so long as he had his own way. + </p> + <p> + 'Any customers by the mail to-night, Miss Naper?' he asked, in a careless + tone. + </p> + <p> + 'Naebody partic'lar, my lord.' + </p> + <p> + 'I thought ye never let anybody in that wasn't particularly particular. No + foot-passengers—eh?' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot, my lord! that's twa year ago. Gin I had jaloosed him to be a fren' + o' yer lordship's, forby bein' a lord himsel', ye ken as weel 's I du that + I wadna hae sent him ower the gait to Luckie Happit's, whaur he wadna even + be ower sure o' gettin' clean sheets. But gin lords an' lords' sons will + walk afit like ither fowk, wha's to ken them frae ither fowk?' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, Miss Naper, he was no lord at all. He was nothing but a factor-body + doon frae Glenbucket.' + </p> + <p> + 'There was sma' hairm dune than, my lord. I'm glaid to hear 't. But + what'll yer lordship hae to yer supper?' + </p> + <p> + 'I would like a dish o' your chits and nears (sweetbreads and kidneys).' + </p> + <p> + 'Noo, think o' that!' returned the landlady, laughing. 'You great fowk wad + hae the verra coorse o' natur' turned upside doon to shuit yersels. Wha + ever heard o' caure (calves) at this time o' the year?' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, anything you like. Who was it came by the mail, did you say?' + </p> + <p> + 'I said naebody partic'lar, my lord.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, I'll just go and have a look at Black Geordie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Verra weel, my lord.—Letty, rin an' luik efter him; and as sune 's + he's roon' the neuk, tell Lizzie no to say a word aboot the leddy. As sure + 's deith he's efter her. Whaur cud he hae heard tell o' her?' + </p> + <p> + Lord Rothie came, a moment after, sauntering into the bar-parlour, where + Lizzie, the third Miss Napier, a red-haired, round-eyed, white-toothed + woman of forty, was making entries in a book. + </p> + <p> + 'She's a bonnie lassie that, that came in the coach to-night, they say, + Miss Lizzie.' + </p> + <p> + 'As ugly 's sin, my lord,' answered Lizzie. + </p> + <p> + 'I hae seen some sin 'at was nane sae ugly, Miss Lizzie.' + </p> + <p> + 'She wad hae clean scunnert (disgusted) ye, my lord. It's a mercy ye didna + see her.' + </p> + <p> + 'If she be as ugly as all that, I would just like to see her.' + </p> + <p> + Miss Lizzie saw she had gone too far. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, deed! gin yer lordship wants to see her, ye may see her at yer wull. + I s' gang and tell her.' + </p> + <p> + And she rose as if to go. + </p> + <p> + 'No, no. Nothing of the sort, Miss Lizzie. Only I heard that she was + bonnie, and I wanted to see her. You know I like to look at a pretty + girl.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's ower weel kent, my lord.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, there's no harm in that, Miss Lizzie.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's no harm in that, my lord, though yer lordship says 't.' + </p> + <p> + The facts were that his lordship had been to the county-town, some forty + miles off, and Black Geordie had been sent to Hillknow to meet him; for in + any weather that would let him sit, he preferred horseback to every other + mode of travelling, though he seldom would be followed by a groom. He had + posted to Hillknow, and had dined with a friend at the inn. The coach + stopping to change horses, he had caught a glimpse of a pretty face, as he + thought, from its window, and had hoped to overtake the coach before it + reached Rothieden. But stopping to drink another bottle, he had failed; + and it was on the merest chance of seeing that pretty face that he stopped + at The Boar's Head. In all probability, had the Marquis seen the lady, he + would not have thought her at all such a beauty as she appeared in the + eyes of Dooble Sanny; nor, I venture to think, had he thought as the + shoemaker did, would he yet have dared to address her in other than the + words of such respect as he could still feel in the presence of that which + was more noble than himself. + </p> + <p> + Whether or not on his visit to the stable he found anything amiss with + Black Geordie, I cannot tell, but he now begged Miss Lizzie to have a + bedroom prepared for him. + </p> + <p> + It happened to be the evening of Friday, one devoted by some of the + townspeople to a symposium. To this, knowing that the talk will throw a + glimmer on several matters, I will now introduce my reader, as a spectator + through the reversed telescope of my history. + </p> + <p> + A few of the more influential of the inhabitants had grown, rather than + formed themselves, into a kind of club, which met weekly at The Boar's + Head. Although they had no exclusive right to the room in which they sat, + they generally managed to retain exclusive possession of it; for if any + supposed objectionable person entered, they always got rid of him, + sometimes without his being aware of how they had contrived to make him so + uncomfortable. They began to gather about seven o'clock, when it was + expected that boiling water would be in readiness for the compound + generally called toddy, sometimes punch. As soon as six were assembled, + one was always voted into the chair. + </p> + <p> + On the present occasion, Mr. Innes, the school-master, was unanimously + elected to that honour. He was a hard-featured, sententious, snuffy + individual, of some learning, and great respectability. + </p> + <p> + I omit the political talk with which their intercommunications began; for + however interesting at the time is the scaffolding by which existing + institutions arise, the poles and beams when gathered again in the + builder's yard are scarcely a subject for the artist. + </p> + <p> + The first to lead the way towards matters of nearer personality was + William MacGregor, the linen manufacturer, a man who possessed a score of + hand-looms or so—half of which, from the advance of cotton and the + decline of linen-wear, now stood idle—but who had already a + sufficient deposit in the hands of Mr. Thomson the banker—agent, + that is, for the county-bank—to secure him against any necessity for + taking to cotton shirts himself, which were an abomination and offence + unpardonable in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + 'Can ye tell me, Mr. Cocker,' he said, 'what mak's Sandy, Lord Rothie, or + Wrathy, or what suld he be ca'd?—tak' to The Bothie at a time like + this, whan there's neither huntin', nor fishin', nor shutin', nor onything + o' the kin' aboot han' to be playacks till him, the bonnie bairn—'cep' + it be otters an' sic like?' + </p> + <p> + William was a shrunken old man, with white whiskers and a black wig, a + keen black eye, always in search of the ludicrous in other people, and a + mouth ever on the move, as if masticating something comical. + </p> + <p> + 'You know just as well as I do,' answered Mr. Cocker, the Marquis of + Boarshead's factor for the surrounding estate. 'He never was in the way of + giving a reason for anything, least of all for his own movements.' + </p> + <p> + 'Somebody was sayin' to me,' resumed MacGregor, who, in all probability, + invented the story at the moment, 'that the prince took him kissin' ane o' + his servan' lasses, and kickit him oot o' Carlton Hoose into the street, + and he canna win' ower the disgrace o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed for the kissin',' said Mr. Thomson, a portly, comfortable-looking + man, 'that's neither here nor there, though it micht hae been a duchess or + twa; but for the kickin', my word! but Lord Sandy was mair likly to kick + oot the prince. Do ye min' hoo he did whan the Markis taxed him wi'—?' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud a quaiet sough,' interposed Mr. Cruickshank, the solicitor; 'there's + a drap i' the hoose.' + </p> + <p> + This was a phrase well understood by the company, indicating the presence + of some one unknown, or unfit to be trusted. + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he looked towards the farther end of the room, which lay in + obscurity; for it was a large room, lighted only by the four candles on + the table at which the company sat. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur, Mr. Cruickshank?' asked the dominie in a whisper. + </p> + <p> + 'There,' answered Sampson Peddie, the bookseller, who seized the + opportunity of saying something, and pointed furtively where the solicitor + had only looked. + </p> + <p> + A dim figure was descried at a table in the farthest corner of the room, + and they proceeded to carry out the plan they generally adopted to get rid + of a stranger. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye made use o' a curious auld Scots phrase this moment, Mr. Curshank: can + ye explain hoo it comes to beir the meanin' that it's weel kent to beir?' + said the manufacturer. + </p> + <p> + 'Not I, Mr. MacGregor,' answered the solicitor. 'I'm no philologist or + antiquarian. Ask the chairman.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gentlemen,' responded Mr. Innes, taking a huge pinch of snuff after the + word, and then, passing the box to Mr. Cocker, a sip from his glass before + he went on: 'the phrase, gentlemen, “a drap i' the hoose,” no doobt refers + to an undesirable presence, for ye're weel awaur that it's a most + unpleasin' discovery, in winter especially, to find a drop o' water + hangin' from yer ceiling; a something, in short, whaur it has no business + to be, and is not accordingly looked for, or prepared against.' + </p> + <p> + 'It seems to me, Mr. Innes,' said MacGregor, 'that ye hae hit the nail, + but no upo' the heid. What mak' ye o' the phrase, no confined to the Scots + tongue, I believe, o' an eaves-drapper? The whilk, no doobt, represents a + body that hings aboot yer winnock, like a drap hangin' ower abune it frae + the eaves—therefore called an eaves drapper. But the sort of whilk + we noo speak, are a waur sort a'thegither; for they come to the inside o' + yer hoose, o' yer verra chaumer, an' hing oot their lang lugs to hear what + ye carena to be hard save by a dooce frien' or twa ower a het tum'ler.' + </p> + <p> + At the same moment the door opened, and a man entered, who was received + with unusual welcome. + </p> + <p> + 'Bless my sowl!' said the president, rising; 'it's Mr. Lammie!—Come + awa', Mr. Lammie. Sit doon; sit doon. Whaur hae ye been this mony a day, + like a pelican o' the wilderness?' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lammie was a large, mild man, with florid cheeks, no whiskers, and a + prominent black eye. He was characterized by a certain simple alacrity, a + gentle, but outspeaking readiness, which made him a favourite. + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna richtly mak' oot wha ye are,' he answered. 'Ye hae unco little + licht here! Hoo are ye a', gentlemen? I s' discover ye by degrees, and pay + my respecks accordin'.' + </p> + <p> + And he drew a chair to the table. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed I wuss ye wad,' returned MacGregor, in a voice pretentiously + hushed, but none the less audible. 'There's a drap in yon en' o' the + hoose, Mr. Lammie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot! never min' the man,' said Lammie, looking round in the direction + indicated. 'I s' warran' he cares as little aboot hiz as we care aboot + him. There's nae treason noo a-days. I carena wha hears what I say.' + </p> + <p> + 'For my pairt,' said Mr. Peddie, 'I canna help wonnerin' gin it cud be oor + auld frien' Mr. Faukener.' + </p> + <p> + 'Speyk o' the de'il—' said Mr. Lammie. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot! na,' returned Peddie, interrupting. 'He wasna a'thegither the + de'il.' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud the tongue o' ye,' retorted Lammie. 'Dinna ye ken a proverb whan ye + hear 't? De'il hae ye! ye're as sharpset as a missionar'. I was only gaun + to say that I'm doobtin' Andrew's deid.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay! ay!' commenced a chorus of questioning. + </p> + <p> + 'Mhm!' + </p> + <p> + 'Aaay!' + </p> + <p> + 'What gars ye think that?' + </p> + <p> + 'And sae he's deid!' + </p> + <p> + 'He was a great favourite, Anerew!' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur dee'd he?' + </p> + <p> + 'Aye some upsettin' though!' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay. He was aye to be somebody wi' his tale.' + </p> + <p> + 'A gude-hertit crater, but ye cudna lippen till him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Speyk nae ill o' the deid. Maybe they'll hear ye, and turn roon' i' their + coffins, and that'll whumle you i' your beds,' said MacGregor, with a + twinkle in his eye. + </p> + <p> + 'Ring the bell for anither tum'ler, Sampson,' said the chairman. + </p> + <p> + 'What'll be dune wi' that factory place, noo? It'll be i' the market?' + </p> + <p> + 'It's been i' the market for mony a year. But it's no his ava. It belangs + to the auld leddy, his mither,' said the weaver. + </p> + <p> + 'Why don't you buy it, Mr. MacGregor, and set up a cotton mill? There's + not much doing with the linen now,' said Mr. Cocker. + </p> + <p> + 'Me!' returned MacGregor, with indignation. 'The Lord forgie ye for + mintin' (hinting) at sic a thing, Mr. Cocker! Me tak' to coaton! I wad as + sune spin the hair frae Sawtan's hurdies. Short fushionless dirt, that + canna grow straucht oot o' the halesome yird, like the bonnie lint-bells, + but maun stick itsel' upo' a buss!—set it up! Coorse vulgar stuff, + 'at naebody wad weir but loup-coonter lads that wad fain luik like + gentlemen by means o' the collars and ruffles—an' a' comin' frae the + auld loom! They may weel affoord se'enteen hunner linen to set it aff wi' + 'at has naething but coaton inside the breeks o' them.' + </p> + <p> + 'But Dr. Wagstaff says it's healthier,' interposed Peddie. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll wag a staff till him. De'il a bit o' 't 's healthier! an' that he + kens. It's nae sae healthy, an' sae it mak's him mair wark wi' 's poothers + an' his drauchts, an' ither stinkin' stuff. Healthier! What neist?' + </p> + <p> + 'Somebody tellt me,' said the bookseller, inwardly conscious of offence, + ''at hoo Lord Sandy himsel' weirs cotton.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow 'deed, maybe. And he sets mony a worthy example furbye. Hoo mony, can + ye tell me, Mr. Peddie, has he pulled doon frae honest, if no frae high + estate, and sent oot to seek their livin' as he taucht them? Hoo mony—?' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot, hoot! Mr. MacGregor, his lordship hasn't a cotton shirt in his + possession, I'll be bound,' said Mr. Cocker. 'And, besides, you have not + to wash his dirty linen—or cotton either.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's as muckle as to say, accordin' to Cocker, that I'm no to speik a + word against him. But I'll say what I like. He's no my maister,' said + MacGregor, who could drink very little without suffering in his temper and + manners; and who, besides, had a certain shrewd suspicion as to the person + who still sat in the dark end of the room, possibly because the entrance + of Mr. Lammie had interrupted the exorcism. + </p> + <p> + The chairman interposed with soothing words; and the whole company, Cocker + included, did its best to pacify the manufacturer; for they all knew what + would be the penalty if they failed. + </p> + <p> + A good deal of talk followed, and a good deal of whisky was drunk. They + were waited upon by Meg, who, without their being aware of it, cast a keen + parting glance at them every time she left the room. At length the + conversation had turned again to Andrew Falconer's death. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur said ye he dee'd, Mr. Lammie?' + </p> + <p> + 'I never said he was deid. I said I was feared 'at he was deid.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' what gars ye say that? It micht be o' consequence to hae 't correck,' + said the solicitor. + </p> + <p> + 'I had a letter frae my auld frien' and his, Dr. Anderson. Ye min' upo' + him, Mr. Innes, dunna ye? He's heid o' the medical boord at Calcutta noo. + He says naething but that he doobts he's gane. He gaed up the country, and + he hasna hard o' him for sae lang. We hae keepit up a correspondence for + mony a year noo, Dr. Anderson an' me. He was a relation o' Anerew's, ye + ken—a second cousin, or something. He'll be hame or lang, I'm + thinkin', wi' a fine pension.' + </p> + <p> + 'He winna weir a cotton sark, I'll be boon',' said MacGregor. + </p> + <p> + 'What's the auld leddy gaein' to du wi' that lang-leggit oye (grandson) o' + hers, Anerew's son?' asked Sampson. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow! he'll be gaein' to the college, I'm thinkin'. He's a fine lad, and a + clever, they tell me,' said Mr. Thomson. + </p> + <p> + 'Indeed, he's all that, and more too,' said the school-master. + </p> + <p> + 'There's naething 'ull du but the college noo!' said MacGregor, whom + nobody heeded, for fear of again rousing his anger. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo 'ill she manage that, honest woman? She maun hae but little to spare + frae the cleedin' o' 'm.' + </p> + <p> + 'She's a gude manager, Mistress Faukner. And, ye see, she has the + bleachgreen yet.' + </p> + <p> + 'She doesna weir cotton sarks,' growled MacGregor. 'Mony's the wob o' mine + she's bleached and boucht tu!' + </p> + <p> + Nobody heeding him yet, he began to feel insulted, and broke in upon the + conversation with intent. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye haena telt 's yet, Cocker,' he said, 'what that maister o' yours is + duin' here at this time o' the year. I wad ken that, gin ye please.' + </p> + <p> + 'How should I know, Mr. MacGregor?' returned the factor, taking no notice + of the offensive manner in which the question was put. + </p> + <p> + 'He's no a hair better nor ane o' thae Algerine pirates 'at Lord Exmooth's + het the hips o'—and that's my opingon.' + </p> + <p> + 'He's nae amo' your feet, MacGregor,' said the banker. 'Ye micht jist lat + him lie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gin I had him doon, faith gin I wadna lat him lie! I'll jist tell ye ae + thing, gentlemen, that cam' to my knowledge no a hunner year ago. An' it's + a' as true 's gospel, though I hae aye held my tongue aboot it till this + verra nicht. Ay! ye'll a' hearken noo; but it's no lauchin', though there + was sculduddery eneuch, nae doobt, afore it cam' that len'th. And mony a + het drap did the puir lassie greet, I can tell ye. Faith! it was no + lauchin' to her. She was a servan' o' oors, an' a ticht bonnie lass she + was. They ca'd her the weyver's bonny Mary—that's the name she gaed + by. Weel, ye see—' + </p> + <p> + MacGregor was interrupted by a sound from the further end of the room. The + stranger, whom most of them had by this time forgotten, had risen, and was + approaching the table where they sat. + </p> + <p> + 'Guid guide us!' interrupted several under their breaths, as all rose, + 'it's Lord Sandy himsel'!' + </p> + <p> + 'I thank you, gentleman,' he said, with a mixture of irony and contempt, + 'for the interest you take in my private history. I should have thought it + had been as little to the taste as it is to the honour of some of you to + listen to such a farrago of lies.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lees! my lord,' said MacGregor, starting to his feet. Mr. Cocker looked + dismayed, and Mr. Lammie sheepish—all of them dazed and + dumbfoundered, except the old weaver, who, as his lordship turned to leave + the room, added: + </p> + <p> + 'Lang lugs (ears) suld be made o' leather, my lord, for fear they grow het + wi' what they hear.' + </p> + <p> + Lord Rothie turned in a rage. He too had been drinking. + </p> + <p> + 'Kick that toad into the street, or, by heaven! it's the last drop any of + you drink in this house!' he cried. + </p> + <p> + 'The taed may tell the poddock (frog) what the rottan (rat) did i' the + taed's hole, my lord,' said MacGregor, whom independence, honesty, bile, + and drink combined to render fearless. + </p> + <p> + Lord Sandy left the room without another word. His factor took his hat and + followed him. The rest dropped into their seats in silence. Mr. Lammie was + the first to speak. + </p> + <p> + 'There's a pliskie!' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'I cud jist say the word efter auld Simeon,' said MacGregor. + </p> + <p> + 'I never thocht to be sae favoured! Eh! but I hae langed, and noo I hae + spoken!' with which words he sat down, contented. + </p> + <p> + When Mr. Cocker overtook his master, as MacGregor had not unfitly styled + him, he only got a damning for his pains, and went home considerably + crestfallen. + </p> + <p> + Lord Rothie returned to the landlady in her parlour. + </p> + <p> + 'What's the maitter wi' ye, my lord? What's vexed ye?' asked Miss Napier, + with a twinkle in her eyes, for she thought, from the baron's + mortification, he must have received some rebuff, and now that the bonnie + leddy was safe at Captain Forsyth's, enjoyed the idea of it. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye keep an ill-tongued hoose, Miss Naper,' answered his lordship. + </p> + <p> + Miss Napier guessed at the truth at once—that he had overheard some + free remarks on his well-known licence of behaviour. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, my lord, I do my best. A body canna keep an inn and speir the + carritchis (catechism) at the door o' 't. But I believe ye're i' the + richt, my lord, for I heard an awfu' aff-gang o' sweirin' i' the yard, + jist afore yer lordship cam' in. An' noo' 'at I think o' 't, it wasna that + onlike yer lordship's ain word.' + </p> + <p> + Lord Sandy broke into a loud laugh. He could enjoy a joke against himself + when it came from a woman, and was founded on such a trifle as a personal + vice. + </p> + <p> + 'I think I'll go to bed,' he said when his laugh was over. 'I believe it's + the only safe place from your tongue, Miss Naper.' + </p> + <p> + 'Letty,' cried Miss Napier, 'fess a can'le, and show his lordship to the + reid room.' + </p> + <p> + Till Miss Letty appeared, the baron sat and stretched himself. He then + rose and followed her into the archway, and up an outside stair to a door + which opened immediately upon a handsome old-fashioned room, where a + blazing fire lighted up the red hangings. Miss Letty set down the candle, + and bidding his lordship good night, turned and left the room, shutting + the door, and locking it behind her—a proceeding of which his + lordship took no notice, for, however especially suitable it might be in + his case, it was only, from whatever ancient source derived, the custom of + the house in regard to this particular room and a corresponding chamber on + the opposite side of the archway. + </p> + <p> + Meantime the consternation amongst the members of the club was not so + great as not to be talked over, or to prevent the call for more whisky and + hot water. All but MacGregor, however, regretted what had occurred. He was + so elevated with his victory and a sense of courage and prowess, that he + became more and more facetious and overbearing. + </p> + <p> + 'It's all very well for you, Mr. MacGregor,' said the dominie, with + dignity: 'you have nothing to lose.' + </p> + <p> + 'Troth! he canna brak the bank—eh, Mr. Tamson?' + </p> + <p> + 'He may give me a hint to make you withdraw your money, though, Mr. + MacGregor.' + </p> + <p> + 'De'il care gin I do!' returned the weaver. 'I can mak' better o' 't ony + day.' + </p> + <p> + 'But there's yer hoose an' kailyard,' suggested Peddie. + </p> + <p> + 'They're ma ain!—a' ma ain! He canna lay 's finger on onything o' + mine but my servan' lass,' cried the weaver, slapping his thigh-bone—for + there was little else to slap. + </p> + <p> + Meg, at the moment, was taking her exit-glance. She went straight to Miss + Napier. + </p> + <p> + 'Willie MacGregor's had eneuch, mem, an' a drappy ower.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sen' Caumill doon to Mrs. MacGregor to say wi' my compliments that she + wad do weel to sen' for him,' was the response. + </p> + <p> + Meantime he grew more than troublesome. Ever on the outlook, when sober, + after the foibles of others, he laid himself open to endless ridicule when + in drink, which, to tell the truth, was a rare occurrence. He was in the + midst of a prophetic denunciation of the vices of the nobility, and + especially of Lord Rothie, when Meg, entering the room, went quietly + behind his chair and whispered: + </p> + <p> + 'Maister MacGregor, there's a lassie come for ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm nae in,' he answered, magnificently. + </p> + <p> + 'But it's the mistress 'at's sent for ye. Somebody's wantin' ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Somebody maun want me, than.—As I was sayin', Mr. Cheerman and + gentlemen—' + </p> + <p> + 'Mistress MacGregor 'll be efter ye hersel', gin ye dinna gang,' said Meg. + </p> + <p> + 'Let her come. Duv ye think I'm fleyt at her? De'il a step 'll I gang till + I please. Tell her that, Meg.' + </p> + <p> + Meg left the room, with a broad grin on her good-humoured face. + </p> + <p> + 'What's the bitch lauchin' at?' exclaimed MacGregor, starting to his feet. + </p> + <p> + The whole company rose likewise, using their endeavour to persuade him to + go home. + </p> + <p> + 'Duv ye think I'm drunk, sirs? I'll lat ye ken I'm no drunk. I hae a wull + o' mine ain yet. Am I to gang hame wi' a lassie to haud me oot o' the + gutters? Gin ye daur to alloo that I'm drunk, ye ken hoo ye'll fare, for + de'il a fit 'll I gang oot o' this till I hae anither tum'ler.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm thinkin' there's mair o' 's jist want ane mair,' said Peddie. + </p> + <p> + A confirmatory murmur arose as each looked into the bottom of his tumbler, + and the bell was instantly rung. But it only brought Meg back with the + message that it was time for them all to go home. Every eye turned upon + MacGregor reproachfully. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye needna luik at me that gait, sirs. I'm no fou,' said he. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed no. Naebody taks ye to be,' answered the chairman. 'Meggie, there's + naebody's had ower muckle yet, and twa or three o' 's hasna had freely + eneuch. Jist gang an' fess a mutchkin mair. An' there'll be a shillin' to + yersel', lass.' + </p> + <p> + Meg retired, but straightway returned. + </p> + <p> + 'Miss Naper says there's no a drap mair drink to be had i' this hoose the + nicht.' + </p> + <p> + 'Here, Meggie,' said the chairman, 'there's yer shillin'; and ye jist gang + to Miss Lettie, and gie her my compliments, and say that Mr. Lammie's + here, and we haena seen him for a lang time. And'—the rest was + spoken in a whisper—'I'll sweir to ye, Meggie, the weyver body sanna + hae ae drap o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + Meg withdrew once more, and returned. + </p> + <p> + 'Miss Letty's compliments, sir, and Miss Naper has the keys, and she's + gane till her bed, and we maunna disturb her. And it's time 'at a' honest + fowk was in their beds tu. And gin Mr. Lammie wants a bed i' this hoose, + he maun gang till 't. An' here's his can'le. Gude nicht to ye a', + gentlemen.' + </p> + <p> + So saying, Meg set the lighted candle on the sideboard, and finally + vanished. The good-tempered, who formed the greater part of the company, + smiled to each other, and emptied the last drops of their toddy first into + their glasses, and thence into their mouths. The ill-tempered, numbering + but one more than MacGregor, growled and swore a little, the weaver + declaring that he would not go home. But the rest walked out and left him, + and at last, appalled by the silence, he rose with his wig awry, and + trotted—he always trotted when he was tipsy—home to his wife. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. MRS. FALCONER. + </h2> + <p> + Meantime Robert was seated in the parlour at the little dark mahogany + table, in which the lamp, shaded towards his grandmother's side, shone + brilliantly reflected. Her face being thus hidden both by the light and + the shadow, he could not observe the keen look of stern benevolence with + which, knowing that he could not see her, she regarded him as he ate his + thick oat-cake of Betty's skilled manufacture, well loaded with the + sweetest butter, and drank the tea which she had poured out and sugared + for him with liberal hand. It was a comfortable little room, though its + inlaid mahogany chairs and ancient sofa, covered with horsehair, had a + certain look of hardness, no doubt. A shepherdess and lamb, worked in + silks whose brilliance had now faded half-way to neutrality, hung in a + black frame, with brass rosettes at the corners, over the chimney-piece—the + sole approach to the luxury of art in the homely little place. Besides the + muslin stretched across the lower part of the window, it was undefended by + curtains. There was no cat in the room, nor was there one in the kitchen + even; for Mrs. Falconer had such a respect for humanity that she grudged + every morsel consumed by the lower creation. She sat in one of the + arm-chairs belonging to the hairy set, leaning back in contemplation of + her grandson, as she took her tea. + </p> + <p> + She was a handsome old lady—little, but had once been taller, for + she was more than seventy now. She wore a plain cap of muslin, lying close + to her face, and bordered a little way from the edge with a broad black + ribbon, which went round her face, and then, turning at right angles, went + round the back of her neck. Her gray hair peeped a little way from under + this cap. A clear but short-sighted eye of a light hazel shone under a + smooth thoughtful forehead; a straight and well-elevated, but rather short + nose, which left the firm upper lip long and capable of expressing a world + of dignified offence, rose over a well-formed mouth, revealing more moral + than temperamental sweetness; while the chin was rather deficient than + otherwise, and took little share in indicating the remarkable character + possessed by the old lady. + </p> + <p> + After gazing at Robert for some time, she took a piece of oat-cake from a + plate by her side, the only luxury in which she indulged, for it was made + with cream instead of water—it was very little she ate of anything—and + held it out to Robert in a hand white, soft, and smooth, but with square + finger tips, and squat though pearly nails. 'Ha'e, Robert,' she said; and + Robert received it with a 'Thank you, grannie'; but when he thought she + did not see him, slipped it under the table and into his pocket. She saw + him well enough, however, and although she would not condescend to ask him + why he put it away instead of eating it, the endeavour to discover what + could have been his reason for so doing cost her two hours of sleep that + night. She would always be at the bottom of a thing if reflection could + reach it, but she generally declined taking the most ordinary measures to + expedite the process. + </p> + <p> + When Robert had finished his tea, instead of rising to get his books and + betake himself to his lessons, in regard to which his grandmother had + seldom any cause to complain, although she would have considered herself + guilty of high treason against the boy's future if she had allowed herself + once to acknowledge as much, he drew his chair towards the fire, and said: + </p> + <p> + 'Grandmamma!' + </p> + <p> + 'He's gaein' to tell me something,' said Mrs. Falconer to herself. 'Will + 't be aboot the puir barfut crater they ca' Shargar, or will 't be aboot + the piece he pat intil 's pooch?' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, laddie?' she said aloud, willing to encourage him. + </p> + <p> + 'Is 't true that my gran'father was the blin' piper o' Portcloddie?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, laddie; true eneuch. Hoots, na! nae yer grandfather, but yer father's + grandfather, laddie—my husband's father.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo cam that aboot?' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, ye see, he was oot i' the Forty-five; and efter the battle o' + Culloden, he had to rin for 't. He wasna wi' his ain clan at the battle, + for his father had broucht him to the Lawlands whan he was a lad; but he + played the pipes till a reg'ment raised by the Laird o' Portcloddie. And + for ooks (weeks) he had to hide amo' the rocks. And they tuik a' his + property frae him. It wasna muckle—a wheen hooses, and a kailyard or + twa, wi' a bit fairmy on the tap o' a cauld hill near the sea-shore; but + it was eneuch and to spare; and whan they tuik it frae him, he had + naething left i' the warl' but his sons. Yer grandfather was born the + verra day o' the battle, and the verra day 'at the news cam, the mother + deed. But yer great grandfather wasna lang or he merried anither wife. He + was sic a man as ony woman micht hae been prood to merry. She was the + dother (daughter) o' an episcopalian minister, and she keepit a school in + Portcloddie. I saw him first mysel' whan I was aboot twenty—that was + jist the year afore I was merried. He was a gey (considerably) auld man + than, but as straucht as an ellwand, and jist pooerfu' beyon' belief. His + shackle-bane (wrist) was as thick as baith mine; and years and years efter + that, whan he tuik his son, my husband, and his grandson, my Anerew—' + </p> + <p> + 'What ails ye, grannie? What for dinna ye gang on wi' the story?' + </p> + <p> + After a somewhat lengthened pause, Mrs. Falconer resumed as if she had not + stopped at all. + </p> + <p> + 'Ane in ilka han', jist for the fun o' 't, he kneipit their heids + thegither, as gin they hed been twa carldoddies (stalks of ribgrass). But + maybe it was the lauchin' o' the twa lads, for they thocht it unco fun. + They were maist killed wi' lauchin'. But the last time he did it, the puir + auld man hostit (coughed) sair efterhin, and had to gang and lie doon. He + didna live lang efter that. But it wasna that 'at killed him, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'But hoo cam he to play the pipes?' + </p> + <p> + 'He likit the pipes. And yer grandfather, he tuik to the fiddle.' + </p> + <p> + 'But what for did they ca' him the blin' piper o' Portcloddie?' + </p> + <p> + 'Because he turned blin' lang afore his en' cam, and there was naething + ither he cud do. And he wad aye mak an honest baubee whan he cud; for + siller was fell scarce at that time o' day amo' the Falconers. Sae he gaed + throu the toon at five o'clock ilka mornin' playin' his pipes, to lat them + 'at war up ken they war up in time, and them 'at warna, that it was time + to rise. And syne he played them again aboot aucht o'clock at nicht, to + lat them ken 'at it was time for dacent fowk to gang to their beds. Ye + see, there wasna sae mony clocks and watches by half than as there is + noo.' + </p> + <p> + 'Was he a guid piper, grannie?' + </p> + <p> + 'What for speir ye that?' + </p> + <p> + 'Because I tauld that sunk, Lumley—' + </p> + <p> + 'Ca' naebody names, Robert. But what richt had ye to be speikin' to a man + like that?' + </p> + <p> + 'He spak to me first.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur saw ye him?' + </p> + <p> + 'At The Boar's Heid.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what richt had ye to gang stan'in' aboot? Ye oucht to ha' gane in at + ance.' + </p> + <p> + 'There was a half-dizzen o' fowk stan'in' aboot, and I bude (behoved) to + speik whan I was spoken till.' + </p> + <p> + 'But ye budena stop an' mak' ae fule mair.' + </p> + <p> + 'Isna that ca'in' names, grannie?' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, laddie, I doobt ye hae me there. But what said the fallow Lumley + to ye?' + </p> + <p> + 'He cast up to me that my grandfather was naething but a blin' piper.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what said ye?' + </p> + <p> + 'I daured him to say 'at he didna pipe weel.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel dune, laddie! And ye micht say 't wi' a gude conscience, for he + wadna hae been piper till 's regiment at the battle o' Culloden gin he + hadna pipit weel. Yon's his kilt hingin' up i' the press i' the garret. + Ye'll hae to grow, Robert, my man, afore ye fill that.' + </p> + <p> + 'And whase was that blue coat wi' the bonny gowd buttons upo' 't?' asked + Robert, who thought he had discovered a new approach to an impregnable + hold, which he would gladly storm if he could. + </p> + <p> + 'Lat the coat sit. What has that to do wi' the kilt? A blue coat and a + tartan kilt gang na weel thegither.' + </p> + <p> + 'Excep' in an auld press whaur naebody sees them. Ye wadna care, grannie, + wad ye, gin I was to cut aff the bonnie buttons?' + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna lay a finger upo' them. Ye wad be gaein' playin' at pitch and toss + or ither sic ploys wi' them. Na, na, lat them sit.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wad only niffer them for bools (exchange them for marbles).' + </p> + <p> + 'I daur ye to touch the coat or onything 'ither that's i' that press.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, weel, grannie. I s' gang and get my lessons for the morn.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's time, laddie. Ye hae been jabberin' ower muckle. Tell Betty to come + and tak' awa' the tay-things.' + </p> + <p> + Robert went to the kitchen, got a couple of hot potatoes and a candle, and + carried them up-stairs to Shargar, who was fast asleep. But the moment the + light shone upon his face, he started up, with his eyes, if not his + senses, wide awake. + </p> + <p> + 'It wasna me, mither! I tell ye it wasna me!' + </p> + <p> + And he covered his head with both arms, as if to defend it from a shower + of blows. + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer tongue, Shargar. It's me.' + </p> + <p> + But before Shargar could come to his senses, the light of the candle + falling upon the blue coat made the buttons flash confused suspicions into + his mind. + </p> + <p> + 'Mither, mither,' he said, 'ye hae gane ower far this time. There's ower + mony o' them, and they're no the safe colour. We'll be baith hangt, as + sure's there's a deevil in hell.' + </p> + <p> + As he said thus, he went on trying to pick the buttons from the coat, + taking them for sovereigns, though how he could have seen a sovereign at + that time in Scotland I can only conjecture. But Robert caught him by the + shoulders, and shook him awake with no gentle hands, upon which he began + to rub his eyes, and mutter sleepily: + </p> + <p> + 'Is that you, Bob? I hae been dreamin', I doobt.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ye dinna learn to dream quaieter, ye'll get you and me tu into mair + trouble nor I care to hae aboot ye, ye rascal. Haud the tongue o' ye, and + eat this tawtie, gin ye want onything mair. And here's a bit o' reamy + cakes tu ye. Ye winna get that in ilka hoose i' the toon. It's my + grannie's especial.' + </p> + <p> + Robert felt relieved after this, for he had eaten all the cakes Miss + Napier had given him, and had had a pain in his conscience ever since. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo got ye a haud o' 't?' asked Shargar, evidently supposing he had + stolen it. + </p> + <p> + 'She gies me a bit noo and than.' + </p> + <p> + 'And ye didna eat it yersel'? Eh, Bob!' + </p> + <p> + Shargar was somewhat overpowered at this fresh proof of Robert's + friendship. But Robert was still more ashamed of what he had not done. + </p> + <p> + He took the blue coat carefully from the bed, and hung it in its place + again, satisfied now, from the way his grannie had spoken, or, rather, + declined to speak, about it, that it had belonged to his father. + </p> + <p> + 'Am I to rise?' asked Shargar, not understanding the action. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, lie still. Ye'll be warm eneuch wantin' thae sovereigns. I'll lat + ye oot i' the mornin' afore grannie's up. And ye maun mak' the best o't + efter that till it's dark again. We'll sattle a' aboot it at the schuil + the morn. Only we maun be circumspec', ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye cudna lay yer han's upo' a drap o' whusky, cud ye, Bob?' + </p> + <p> + Robert stared in horror. A boy like that asking for whisky! and in his + grandmother's house, too! + </p> + <p> + 'Shargar,' he said solemnly, 'there's no a drap o' whusky i' this hoose. + It's awfu' to hear ye mention sic a thing. My grannie wad smell the verra + name o' 't a mile awa'. I doobt that's her fit upo' the stair a'ready.' + </p> + <p> + Robert crept to the door, and Shargar sat staring with horror, his eyes + looking from the gloom of the bed like those of a half-strangled dog. But + it was a false alarm, as Robert presently returned to announce. + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ever ye sae muckle as mention whusky again, no to say drink ae drap + o' 't, you and me pairt company, and that I tell you, Shargar,' said he, + emphatically. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll never luik at it; I'll never mint at dreamin' o' 't,' answered + Shargar, coweringly. 'Gin she pits 't intil my moo', I'll spit it oot. But + gin ye strive wi' me, Bob, I'll cut my throat—I will; an' that'll be + seen and heard tell o'.' + </p> + <p> + All this time, save during the alarm of Mrs. Falconer's approach, when he + sat with a mouthful of hot potato, unable to move his jaws for terror, and + the remnant arrested half-way in its progress from his mouth after the + bite—all this time Shargar had been devouring the provisions Robert + had brought him, as if he had not seen food that day. As soon as they were + finished, he begged for a drink of water, which Robert managed to procure + for him. He then left him for the night, for his longer absence might have + brought his grandmother after him, who had perhaps only too good reasons + for being doubtful, if not suspicious, about boys in general, though + certainly not about Robert in particular. He carried with him his books + from the other garret-room where he kept them, and sat down at the table + by his grandmother, preparing his Latin and geography by her lamp, while + she sat knitting a white stocking with fingers as rapid as thought, never + looking at her work, but staring into the fire, and seeing visions there + which Robert would have given everything he could call his own to see, and + then would have given his life to blot out of the world if he had seen + them. Quietly the evening passed, by the peaceful lamp and the cheerful + fire, with the Latin on the one side of the table, and the stocking on the + other, as if ripe and purified old age and hopeful unstained youth had + been the only extremes of humanity known to the world. But the bitter wind + was howling by fits in the chimney, and the offspring of a nobleman and a + gipsy lay asleep in the garret, covered with the cloak of an old Highland + rebel. + </p> + <p> + At nine o'clock, Mrs. Falconer rang the bell for Betty, and they had + worship. Robert read a chapter, and his grandmother prayed an extempore + prayer, in which they that looked at the wine when it was red in the cup, + and they that worshipped the woman clothed in scarlet and seated upon the + seven hills, came in for a strange mixture, in which the vengeance yielded + only to the pity. + </p> + <p> + 'Lord, lead them to see the error of their ways,' she cried. 'Let the rod + of thy wrath awake the worm of their conscience that they may know verily + that there is a God that ruleth in the earth. Dinna lat them gang to hell, + O Lord, we beseech thee.' + </p> + <p> + As soon as prayers were over, Robert had a tumbler of milk and some more + oat-cake, and was sent to bed; after which it was impossible for him to + hold any further communication with Shargar. For his grandmother, little + as one might suspect it who entered the parlour in the daytime, always + slept in that same room, in a bed closed in with doors like those of a + large press in the wall, while Robert slept in a little closet, looking + into a garden at the back of the house, the door of which opened from the + parlour close to the head of his grandmother's bed. It was just large + enough to hold a good-sized bed with curtains, a chest of drawers, a + bureau, a large eight-day clock, and one chair, leaving in the centre + about five feet square for him to move about in. There was more room as + well as more comfort in the bed. He was never allowed a candle, for light + enough came through from the parlour, his grandmother thought; so he was + soon extended between the whitest of cold sheets, with his knees up to his + chin, and his thoughts following his lost father over all spaces of the + earth with which his geography-book had made him acquainted. + </p> + <p> + He was in the habit of leaving his closet and creeping through his + grandmother's room before she was awake—or at least before she had + given any signs to the small household that she was restored to + consciousness, and that the life of the house must proceed. He therefore + found no difficulty in liberating Shargar from his prison, except what + arose from the boy's own unwillingness to forsake his comfortable quarters + for the fierce encounter of the January blast which awaited him. But + Robert did not turn him out before the last moment of safety had arrived; + for, by the aid of signs known to himself, he watched the progress of his + grandmother's dressing—an operation which did not consume much of + the morning, scrupulous as she was with regard to neatness and cleanliness—until + Betty was called in to give her careful assistance to the final + disposition of the mutch, when Shargar's exit could be delayed no longer. + Then he mounted to the foot of the second stair, and called in a keen + whisper, + </p> + <p> + 'Noo, Shargar, cut for the life o' ye.' + </p> + <p> + And down came the poor fellow, with long gliding steps, ragged and + reluctant, and, without a word or a look, launched himself out into the + cold, and sped away he knew not whither. As he left the door, the only + suspicion of light was the dull and doubtful shimmer of the snow that + covered the street, keen particles of which were blown in his face by the + wind, which, having been up all night, had grown very cold, and seemed + delighted to find one unprotected human being whom it might badger at its + own bitter will. Outcast Shargar! Where he spent the interval between Mrs. + Falconer's door and that of the school, I do not know. There was a report + amongst his school-fellows that he had been found by Scroggie, the + fish-cadger, lying at full length upon the back of his old horse, which, + either from compassion or indifference, had not cared to rise up under the + burden. They said likewise that, when accused by Scroggie of + housebreaking, though nothing had to be broken to get in, only a string + with a peculiar knot, on the invention of which the cadger prided himself, + to be undone, all that Shargar had to say in his self-defence was, that he + had a terrible sair wame, and that the horse was warmer nor the stanes i' + the yard; and he had dune him nae ill, nae even drawn a hair frae his tail—which + would have been a difficult feat, seeing the horse's tail was as bare as + his hoof. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. ROBERT TO THE RESCUE! + </h2> + <p> + That Shargar was a parish scholar—which means that the parish paid + his fees, although, indeed, they were hardly worth paying—made very + little difference to his position amongst his school-fellows. Nor did the + fact of his being ragged and dirty affect his social reception to his + discomfort. But the accumulated facts of the oddity of his personal + appearance, his supposed imbecility, and the bad character borne by his + mother, placed him in a very unenviable relation to the tyrannical and + vulgar-minded amongst them. Concerning his person, he was long, and, as + his name implied, lean, with pale-red hair, reddish eyes, no visible + eyebrows or eyelashes, and very pale face—in fact, he was half-way + to an Albino. His arms and legs seemed of equal length, both exceedingly + long. The handsomeness of his mother appeared only in his nose and mouth, + which were regular and good, though expressionless; and the birth of his + father only in his small delicate hands and feet, of which any girl who + cared only for smallness, and heeded neither character nor strength, might + have been proud. His feet, however, were supposed to be enormous, from the + difficulty with which he dragged after him the huge shoes in which in + winter they were generally encased. + </p> + <p> + The imbecility, like the large feet, was only imputed. He certainly was + not brilliant, but neither did he make a fool of himself in any of the few + branches of learning of which the parish-scholar came in for a share. That + which gained him the imputation was the fact that his nature was without a + particle of the aggressive, and all its defensive of as purely negative a + character as was possible. Had he been a dog, he would never have thought + of doing anything for his own protection beyond turning up his four legs + in silent appeal to the mercy of the heavens. He was an absolute sepulchre + in the swallowing of oppression and ill-usage. It vanished in him. There + was no echo of complaint, no murmur of resentment from the hollows of that + soul. The blows that fell upon him resounded not, and no one but God + remembered them. + </p> + <p> + His mother made her living as she herself best knew, with occasional + well-begrudged assistance from the parish. Her chief resource was no doubt + begging from house to house for the handful of oatmeal which was the + recognized, and, in the court of custom-taught conscience, the legalized + dole upon which every beggar had a claim; and if she picked up at the same + time a chicken, or a boy's rabbit, or any other stray luxury, she was only + following the general rule of society, that your first duty is to take + care of yourself. She was generally regarded as a gipsy, but I doubt if + she had any gipsy blood in her veins. She was simply a tramper, with + occasional fits of localization. Her worst fault was the way she treated + her son, whom she starved apparently that she might continue able to beat + him. + </p> + <p> + The particular occasion which led to the recognition of the growing + relation between Robert and Shargar was the following. Upon a certain + Saturday—some sidereal power inimical to boys must have been in the + ascendant—a Saturday of brilliant but intermittent sunshine, the + white clouds seen from the school windows indicating by their rapid + transit across those fields of vision that fresh breezes friendly to + kites, or draigons, as they were called at Rothieden, were frolicking in + the upper regions—nearly a dozen boys were kept in for not being + able to pay down from memory the usual instalment of Shorter Catechism + always due at the close of the week. Amongst these boys were Robert and + Shargar. Sky-revealing windows and locked door were too painful; and in + proportion as the feeling of having nothing to do increased, the more + uneasy did the active element in the boys become, and the more ready to + break out into some abnormal manifestation. Everything—sun, wind, + clouds—was busy out of doors, and calling to them to come and join + the fun; and activity at the same moment excited and restrained naturally + turns to mischief. Most of them had already learned the obnoxious task—one + quarter of an hour was enough for that—and now what should they do + next? The eyes of three or four of the eldest of them fell simultaneously + upon Shargar. + </p> + <p> + Robert was sitting plunged in one of his day-dreams, for he, too, had + learned his catechism, when he was roused from his reverie by a question + from a pale-faced little boy, who looked up to him as a great authority. + </p> + <p> + 'What for 's 't ca'd the Shorter Carritchis, Bob?' + </p> + <p> + ''Cause it's no fully sae lang's the Bible,' answered Robert, without + giving the question the consideration due to it, and was proceeding to + turn the matter over in his mind, when the mental process was arrested by + a shout of laughter. The other boys had tied Shargar's feet to the desk at + which he sat—likewise his hands, at full stretch; then, having + attached about a dozen strings to as many elf-locks of his pale-red hair, + which was never cut or trimmed, had tied them to various pegs in the wall + behind him, so that the poor fellow could not stir. They were now crushing + up pieces of waste-paper, not a few leaves of stray school-books being + regarded in that light, into bullets, dipping them in ink and aiming them + at Shargar's face. + </p> + <p> + For some time Shargar did not utter a word; and Robert, although somewhat + indignant at the treatment he was receiving, felt as yet no impulse to + interfere, for success was doubtful. But, indeed, he was not very easily + roused to action of any kind; for he was as yet mostly in the + larva-condition of character, when everything is transacted inside. But + the fun grew more furious, and spot after spot of ink gloomed upon + Shargar's white face. Still Robert took no notice, for they did not seem + to be hurting him much. But when he saw the tears stealing down his + patient cheeks, making channels through the ink which now nearly covered + them, he could bear it no longer. He took out his knife, and under + pretence of joining in the sport, drew near to Shargar, and with rapid + hand cut the cords—all but those that bound his feet, which were + less easy to reach without exposing himself defenceless. + </p> + <p> + The boys of course turned upon Robert. But ere they came to more than + abusive words a diversion took place. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Innes, the school-master's wife—a stout, kind-hearted woman, + the fine condition of whose temperament was clearly the result of her + physical prosperity—appeared at the door which led to the + dwelling-house above, bearing in her hands a huge tureen of potato-soup, + for her motherly heart could not longer endure the thought of dinnerless + boys. Her husband being engaged at a parish meeting, she had a chance of + interfering with success. + </p> + <p> + But ere Nancy, the servant, could follow with the spoons and plates, + Wattie Morrison had taken the tureen, and out of spite at Robert, had + emptied its contents on the head of Shargar, who was still tied by the + feet, with the words: 'Shargar, I anoint thee king over us, and here is + thy crown,' giving the tureen, as he said so, a push on to his head, where + it remained. + </p> + <p> + Shargar did not move, and for one moment could not speak, but the next he + gave a shriek that made Robert think he was far worse scalded than turned + out to be the case. He darted to him in rage, took the tureen from his + head, and, his blood being fairly up now, flung it with all his force at + Morrison, and felled him to the earth. At the same moment the master + entered by the street door and his wife by the house door, which was + directly opposite. In the middle of the room the prisoners surrounded the + fallen tyrant—Robert, with the red face of wrath, and Shargar, with + a complexion the mingled result of tears, ink, and soup, which latter + clothed him from head to foot besides, standing on the outskirts of the + group. I need not follow the story farther. Both Robert and Morrison got a + lickin'; and if Mr. Innes had been like some school-masters of those + times, Shargar would not have escaped his share of the evil things going. + </p> + <p> + From that day Robert assumed the acknowledged position of Shargar's + defender. And if there was pride and a sense of propriety mingled with his + advocacy of Shargar's rights, nay, even if the relation was not altogether + free from some amount of show-off on Robert's part, I cannot yet help + thinking that it had its share in that development of the character of + Falconer which has chiefly attracted me to the office of his biographer. + There may have been in it the exercise of some patronage; probably it was + not pure from the pride of beneficence; but at least it was a loving + patronage and a vigorous beneficence; and, under the reaction of these, + the good which in Robert's nature was as yet only in a state of solution, + began to crystallize into character. + </p> + <p> + But the effect of the new relation was far more remarkable on Shargar. As + incapable of self-defence as ever, he was yet in a moment roused to fury + by any attack upon the person or the dignity of Robert: so that, indeed, + it became a new and favourite mode of teasing Shargar to heap abuse, real + or pretended, upon his friend. From the day when Robert thus espoused his + part, Shargar was Robert's dog. That very evening, when she went to take a + parting peep at the external before locking the door for the night, Betty + found him sitting upon the door-step, only, however, to send him off, as + she described it, 'wi' a flech <a href="#note-1" name="noteref-1" + id="noteref-1"><small>1</small></a> in 's lug (a flea in his ear).' For + the character of the mother was always associated with the boy, and + avenged upon him. I must, however, allow that those delicate, dirty + fingers of his could not with safety be warranted from occasional picking + and stealing. + </p> + <p> + At this period of my story, Robert himself was rather a grotesque-looking + animal, very tall and lanky, with especially long arms, which excess of + length they retained after he was full-grown. In this respect Shargar and + he were alike; but the long legs of Shargar were unmatched in Robert, for + at this time his body was peculiarly long. He had large black eyes, deep + sunk even then, and a Roman nose, the size of which in a boy of his years + looked portentous. For the rest, he was dark-complexioned, with dark hair, + destined to grow darker still, with hands and feet well modelled, but + which would have made four feet and four hands such as Shargar's. + </p> + <p> + When his mind was not oppressed with the consideration of any important + metaphysical question, he learned his lessons well; when such was present, + the Latin grammar, with all its attendant servilities, was driven from the + presence of the lordly need. That once satisfied in spite of pandies and + imprisonments, he returned with fresh zest, and, indeed, with some + ephemeral ardour, to the rules of syntax or prosody, though the latter, in + the mode in which it was then and there taught, was almost as useless as + the task set himself by a worthy lay-preacher in the neighbourhood—of + learning the first nine chapters of the first Book of the Chronicles, in + atonement for having, in an evil hour of freedom of spirit, ventured to + suggest that such lists of names, even although forming a portion of Holy + Writ, could scarcely be reckoned of equally divine authority with St. + Paul's Epistle to the Romans. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. THE ANGEL UNAWARES. + </h2> + <p> + Although Betty seemed to hold little communication with the outer world, + she yet contrived somehow or other to bring home what gossip was going to + the ears of her mistress, who had very few visitors; for, while her + neighbours held Mrs. Falconer in great and evident respect, she was not + the sort of person to sit down and have a news with. There was a certain + sedate self-contained dignity about her which the common mind felt to be + chilling and repellant; and from any gossip of a personal nature—what + Betty brought her always excepted—she would turn away, generally + with the words, 'Hoots! I canna bide clashes.' + </p> + <p> + On the evening following that of Shargar's introduction to Mrs. Falconer's + house, Betty came home from the butcher's—for it was Saturday night, + and she had gone to fetch the beef for their Sunday's broth—with the + news that the people next door, that is, round the corner in the next + street, had a visitor. + </p> + <p> + The house in question had been built by Robert's father, and was, compared + with Mrs. Falconer's one-storey house, large and handsome. Robert had been + born, and had spent a few years of his life in it, but could recall + nothing of the facts of those early days. Some time before the period at + which my history commences it had passed into other hands, and it was now + quite strange to him. It had been bought by a retired naval officer, who + lived in it with his wife—the only Englishwoman in the place, until + the arrival, at The Boar's Head, of the lady so much admired by Dooble + Sanny. + </p> + <p> + Robert was up-stairs when Betty emptied her news-bag, and so heard nothing + of this bit of gossip. He had just assured Shargar that as soon as his + grandmother was asleep he would look about for what he could find, and + carry it up to him in the garret. As yet he had confined the expenditure + out of Shargar's shilling to twopence. + </p> + <p> + The household always retired early—earlier on Saturday night in + preparation for the Sabbath—and by ten o'clock grannie and Betty + were in bed. Robert, indeed, was in bed too; but he had lain down in his + clothes, waiting for such time as might afford reasonable hope of his + grandmother being asleep, when he might both ease Shargar's hunger and get + to sleep himself. Several times he got up, resolved to make his attempt; + but as often his courage failed and he lay down again, sure that grannie + could not be asleep yet. When the clock beside him struck eleven, he could + bear it no longer, and finally rose to do his endeavour. + </p> + <p> + Opening the door of the closet slowly and softly, he crept upon his hands + and knees into the middle of the parlour, feeling very much like a thief, + as, indeed, in a measure he was, though from a blameless motive. But just + as he had accomplished half the distance to the door, he was arrested and + fixed with terror; for a deep sigh came from grannie's bed, followed by + the voice of words. He thought at first that she had heard him, but he + soon found that he was mistaken. Still, the fear of discovery held him + there on all fours, like a chained animal. A dull red gleam, faint and + dull, from the embers of the fire, was the sole light in the room. + Everything so common to his eyes in the daylight seemed now strange and + eerie in the dying coals, and at what was to the boy the unearthly hour of + the night. + </p> + <p> + He felt that he ought not to listen to grannie, but terror made him unable + to move. + </p> + <p> + 'Och hone! och hone!' said grannie from the bed. 'I've a sair, sair hert. + I've a sair hert i' my breist, O Lord! thoo knowest. My ain Anerew! To + think o' my bairnie that I cairriet i' my ain body, that sookit my + breists, and leuch i' my face—to think o' 'im bein' a reprobate! O + Lord! cudna he be eleckit yet? Is there nae turnin' o' thy decrees? Na, + na; that wadna do at a'. But while there's life there's houp. But wha kens + whether he be alive or no? Naebody can tell. Glaidly wad I luik upon 's + deid face gin I cud believe that his sowl wasna amang the lost. But eh! + the torments o' that place! and the reik that gangs up for ever an' ever, + smorin' (smothering) the stars! And my Anerew doon i' the hert o' 't + cryin'! And me no able to win till him! O Lord! I canna say thy will be + done. But dinna lay 't to my chairge; for gin ye was a mither yersel' ye + wadna pit him there. O Lord! I'm verra ill-fashioned. I beg yer pardon. + I'm near oot o' my min'. Forgie me, O Lord! for I hardly ken what I'm + sayin'. He was my ain babe, my ain Anerew, and ye gae him to me yersel'. + And noo he's for the finger o' scorn to pint at; an ootcast an' a wan'erer + frae his ain country, an' daurna come within sicht o' 't for them 'at wad + tak' the law o' 'm. An' it's a' drink—drink an' ill company! He wad + hae dune weel eneuch gin they wad only hae latten him be. What for maun + men be aye drink-drinkin' at something or ither? I never want it. Eh! gin + I war as young as whan he was born, I wad be up an' awa' this verra nicht + to luik for him. But it's no use me tryin' 't. O God! ance mair I pray + thee to turn him frae the error o' 's ways afore he goes hence an' isna + more. And O dinna lat Robert gang efter him, as he's like eneuch to do. + Gie me grace to haud him ticht, that he may be to the praise o' thy glory + for ever an' ever. Amen.' + </p> + <p> + Whether it was that the weary woman here fell asleep, or that she was too + exhausted for further speech, Robert heard no more, though he remained + there frozen with horror for some minutes after his grandmother had + ceased. This, then, was the reason why she would never speak about his + father! She kept all her thoughts about him for the silence of the night, + and loneliness with the God who never sleeps, but watches the wicked all + through the dark. And his father was one of the wicked! And God was + against him! And when he died he would go to hell! But he was not dead + yet: Robert was sure of that. And when he grew a man, he would go and seek + him, and beg him on his knees to repent and come back to God, who would + forgive him then, and take him to heaven when he died. And there he would + be good, and good people would love him. + </p> + <p> + Something like this passed through the boy's mind ere he moved to creep + from the room, for his was one of those natures which are active in the + generation of hope. He had almost forgotten what he came there for; and + had it not been that he had promised Shargar, he would have crept back to + his bed and left him to bear his hunger as best he could. But now, first + his right hand, then his left knee, like any other quadruped, he crawled + to the door, rose only to his knees to open it, took almost a minute to + the operation, then dropped and crawled again, till he had passed out, + turned, and drawn the door to, leaving it slightly ajar. Then it struck + him awfully that the same terrible passage must be gone through again. But + he rose to his feet, for he had no shoes on, and there was little danger + of making any noise, although it was pitch dark—he knew the house so + well. With gathering courage, he felt his way to the kitchen, and there + groped about; but he could find nothing beyond a few quarters of oat-cake, + which, with a mug of water, he proceeded to carry up to Shargar in the + garret. + </p> + <p> + When he reached the kitchen door, he was struck with amazement and for a + moment with fresh fear. A light was shining into the transe from the stair + which went up at right angles from the end of it. He knew it could not be + grannie, and he heard Betty snoring in her own den, which opened from the + kitchen. He thought it must be Shargar who had grown impatient; but how he + had got hold of a light he could not think. As soon as he turned the + corner, however, the doubt was changed into mystery. At the top of the + broad low stair stood a woman-form with a candle in her hand, gazing about + her as if wondering which way to go. The light fell full upon her face, + the beauty of which was such that, with her dress, which was white—being, + in fact, a nightgown—and her hair, which was hanging loose about her + shoulders and down to her waist, it led Robert at once to the conclusion + (his reasoning faculties already shaken by the events of the night) that + she was an angel come down to comfort his grannie; and he kneeled + involuntarily at the foot of the stair, and gazed up at her, with the + cakes in one hand, and the mug of water in the other, like a + meat-and-drink offering. Whether he had closed his eyes or bowed his head, + he could not say; but he became suddenly aware that the angel had vanished—he + knew not when, how, or whither. This for a time confirmed his assurance + that it was an angel. And although he was undeceived before long, the + impression made upon him that night was never effaced. But, indeed, + whatever Falconer heard or saw was something more to him than it would + have been to anybody else. + </p> + <p> + Elated, though awed, by the vision, he felt his way up the stair in the + new darkness, as if walking in a holy dream, trod as if upon sacred ground + as he crossed the landing where the angel had stood—went up and up, + and found Shargar wide awake with expectant hunger. He, too, had caught a + glimmer of the light. But Robert did not tell him what he had seen. That + was too sacred a subject to enter upon with Shargar, and he was intent + enough upon his supper not to be inquisitive. + </p> + <p> + Robert left him to finish it at his leisure, and returned to cross his + grandmother's room once more, half expecting to find the angel standing by + her bedside. But all was dark and still. Creeping back as he had come, he + heard her quiet, though deep, breathing, and his mind was at ease about + her for the night. What if the angel he had surprised had only come to + appear to grannie in her sleep? Why not? There were such stories in the + Bible, and grannie was certainly as good as some of the people in the + Bible that saw angels—Sarah, for instance. And if the angels came to + see grannie, why should they not have some care over his father as well? + It might be—who could tell? + </p> + <p> + It is perhaps necessary to explain Robert's vision. The angel was the + owner of the boxes he had seen at The Boar's Head. Looking around her room + before going to bed, she had seen a trap in the floor near the wall, and + raising it, had discovered a few steps of a stair leading down to a door. + Curiosity naturally led her to examine it. The key was in the lock. It + opened outwards, and there she found herself, to her surprise, in the + heart of another dwelling, of lowlier aspect. She never saw Robert; for + while he approached with shoeless feet, she had been glancing through the + open door of the gable-room, and when he knelt, the light which she held + in her hand had, I presume, hidden him from her. He, on his part, had not + observed that the moveless door stood open at last. + </p> + <p> + I have already said that the house adjoining had been built by Robert's + father. The lady's room was that which he had occupied with his wife, and + in it Robert had been born. The door, with its trap-stair, was a natural + invention for uniting the levels of the two houses, and a desirable one in + not a few of the forms which the weather assumed in that region. When the + larger house passed into other hands, it had never entered the minds of + the simple people who occupied the contiguous dwellings, to build up the + doorway between. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. A DISCOVERY. + </h2> + <p> + The friendship of Robert had gained Shargar the favourable notice of + others of the school-public. These were chiefly of those who came from the + country, ready to follow an example set them by a town boy. When his + desertion was known, moved both by their compassion for him, and their + respect for Robert, they began to give him some portion of the dinner they + brought with them; and never in his life had Shargar fared so well as for + the first week after he had been cast upon the world. But in proportion as + their interest faded with the novelty, so their appetites reasserted + former claims of use and wont, and Shargar began once more to feel the + pangs of hunger. For all that Robert could manage to procure for him + without attracting the attention he was so anxious to avoid, was little + more than sufficient to keep his hunger alive, Shargar being gifted with a + great appetite, and Robert having no allowance of pocket-money from his + grandmother. The threepence he had been able to spend on him were what + remained of sixpence Mr. Innes had given him for an exercise which he + wrote in blank verse instead of in prose—an achievement of which the + school-master was proud, both from his reverence for Milton, and from his + inability to compose a metrical line himself. And how and when he should + ever possess another penny was even unimaginable. Shargar's shilling was + likewise spent. So Robert could but go on pocketing instead of eating all + that he dared, watching anxiously for opportunity of evading the eyes of + his grandmother. On her dimness of sight, however, he depended too + confidently after all; for either she was not so blind as he thought she + was, or she made up for the defect of her vision by the keenness of her + observation. She saw enough to cause her considerable annoyance, though it + suggested nothing inconsistent with rectitude on the part of the boy, + further than that there was something underhand going on. One supposition + after another arose in the old lady's brain, and one after another was + dismissed as improbable. First, she tried to persuade herself that he + wanted to take the provisions to school with him, and eat them there—a + proceeding of which she certainly did not approve, but for the reproof of + which she was unwilling to betray the loopholes of her eyes. Next she + concluded, for half a day, that he must have a pair of rabbits hidden away + in some nook or other—possibly in the little strip of garden + belonging to the house. And so conjecture followed conjecture for a whole + week, during which, strange to say, not even Betty knew that Shargar slept + in the house. For so careful and watchful were the two boys, that although + she could not help suspecting something from the expression and behaviour + of Robert, what that something might be she could not imagine; nor had she + and her mistress as yet exchanged confidences on the subject. Her + observation coincided with that of her mistress as to the disappearance of + odds and ends of eatables—potatoes, cold porridge, bits of oat-cake; + and even, on one occasion, when Shargar happened to be especially + ravenous, a yellow, or cured and half-dried, haddock, which the lad + devoured raw, vanished from her domain. He went to school in the morning + smelling so strong in consequence, that they told him he must have been + passing the night in Scroggie's cart, and not on his horse's back this + time. + </p> + <p> + The boys kept their secret well. + </p> + <p> + One evening, towards the end of the week, Robert, after seeing Shargar + disposed of for the night, proceeded to carry out a project which had + grown in his brain within the last two days in consequence of an + occurrence with which his relation to Shargar had had something to do. It + was this: + </p> + <p> + The housing of Shargar in the garret had led Robert to make a close + acquaintance with the place. He was familiar with all the outs and ins of + the little room which he considered his own, for that was a civilized, + being a plastered, ceiled, and comparatively well-lighted little room, but + not with the other, which was three times its size, very badly lighted, + and showing the naked couples from roof-tree to floor. Besides, it + contained no end of dark corners, with which his childish imagination had + associated undefined horrors, assuming now one shape, now another. Also + there were several closets in it, constructed in the angles of the place, + and several chests—two of which he had ventured to peep into. But + although he had found them filled, not with bones, as he had expected, but + one with papers, and one with garments, he had yet dared to carry his + researches no further. One evening, however, when Betty was out, and he + had got hold of her candle, and gone up to keep Shargar company for a few + minutes, a sudden impulse seized him to have a peep into all the closets. + One of them he knew a little about, as containing, amongst other things, + his father's coat with the gilt buttons, and his great-grandfather's kilt, + as well as other garments useful to Shargar: now he would see what was in + the rest. He did not find anything very interesting, however, till he + arrived at the last. Out of it he drew a long queer-shaped box into the + light of Betty's dip. + </p> + <p> + 'Luik here, Shargar!' he said under his breath, for they never dared to + speak aloud in these precincts—'luik here! What can there be in this + box? Is't a bairnie's coffin, duv ye think? Luik at it.' + </p> + <p> + In this case Shargar, having roamed the country a good deal more than + Robert, and having been present at some merry-makings with his mother, of + which there were comparatively few in that country-side, was better + informed than his friend. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh! Bob, duvna ye ken what that is? I thocht ye kent a' thing. That's a + fiddle.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's buff an' styte (stuff and nonsense), Shargar. Do ye think I dinna + ken a fiddle whan I see ane, wi' its guts ootside o' 'ts wame, an' the + thoomacks to screw them up wi' an' gar't skirl?' + </p> + <p> + 'Buff an' styte yersel'!' cried Shargar, in indignation, from the bed. + 'Gie's a haud o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + Robert handed him the case. Shargar undid the hooks in a moment, and + revealed the creature lying in its shell like a boiled bivalve. + </p> + <p> + 'I tellt ye sae!' he exclaimed triumphantly. 'Maybe ye'll lippen to me + (trust me) neist time.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' I tellt you,' retorted Robert, with an equivocation altogether + unworthy of his growing honesty. 'I was cocksure that cudna be a fiddle. + There's the fiddle i' the hert o' 't! Losh! I min' noo. It maun be my + grandfather's fiddle 'at I hae heard tell o'.' + </p> + <p> + 'No to ken a fiddle-case!' reflected Shargar, with as much of contempt as + it was possible for him to show. + </p> + <p> + 'I tell ye what, Shargar,' returned Robert, indignantly; 'ye may ken the + box o' a fiddle better nor I do, but de'il hae me gin I dinna ken the + fiddle itsel' raither better nor ye do in a fortnicht frae this time. I s' + tak' it to Dooble Sanny; he can play the fiddle fine. An' I'll play 't + too, or the de'il s' be in't.' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, man, that 'll be gran'!' cried Shargar, incapable of jealousy. 'We + can gang to a' the markets thegither and gaither baubees (halfpence).' + </p> + <p> + To this anticipation Robert returned no reply, for, hearing Betty come in, + he judged it time to restore the violin to its case, and Betty's candle to + the kitchen, lest she should invade the upper regions in search of it. But + that very night he managed to have an interview with Dooble Sanny, the + shoemaker, and it was arranged between them that Robert should bring his + violin on the evening at which my story has now arrived. + </p> + <p> + Whatever motive he had for seeking to commence the study of music, it + holds even in more important matters that, if the thing pursued be good, + there is a hope of the pursuit purifying the motive. And Robert no sooner + heard the fiddle utter a few mournful sounds in the hands of the soutar, + who was no contemptible performer, than he longed to establish such a + relation between himself and the strange instrument, that, dumb and deaf + as it had been to him hitherto, it would respond to his touch also, and + tell him the secrets of its queerly-twisted skull, full of sweet sounds + instead of brains. From that moment he would be a musician for music's own + sake, and forgot utterly what had appeared to him, though I doubt if it + was, the sole motive of his desire to learn—namely, the necessity of + retaining his superiority over Shargar. + </p> + <p> + What added considerably to the excitement of his feelings on the occasion, + was the expression of reverence, almost of awe, with which the shoemaker + took the instrument from its case, and the tenderness with which he + handled it. The fact was that he had not had a violin in his hands for + nearly a year, having been compelled to pawn his own in order to alleviate + the sickness brought on his wife by his own ill-treatment of her, once + that he came home drunk from a wedding. It was strange to think that such + dirty hands should be able to bring such sounds out of the instrument the + moment he got it safely cuddled under his cheek. So dirty were they, that + it was said Dooble Sanny never required to carry any rosin with him for + fiddler's need, his own fingers having always enough upon them for one bow + at least. Yet the points of those fingers never lost the delicacy of their + touch. Some people thought this was in virtue of their being washed only + once a week—a custom Alexander justified on the ground that, in a + trade like his, it was of no use to wash oftener, for he would be just as + dirty again before night. + </p> + <p> + The moment he began to play, the face of the soutar grew ecstatic. He + stopped at the very first note, notwithstanding, let fall his arms, the + one with the bow, the other with the violin, at his sides, and said, with + a deep-drawn respiration and lengthened utterance: + </p> + <p> + 'Eh!' + </p> + <p> + Then after a pause, during which he stood motionless: + </p> + <p> + 'The crater maun be a Cry Moany! Hear till her!' he added, drawing another + long note. + </p> + <p> + Then, after another pause: + </p> + <p> + 'She's a Straddle Vawrious at least! Hear till her. I never had sic a + combination o' timmer and catgut atween my cleuks (claws) afore.' + </p> + <p> + As to its being a Stradivarius, or even a Cremona at all, the testimony of + Dooble Sanny was not worth much on the point. But the shoemaker's + admiration roused in the boy's mind a reverence for the individual + instrument which he never lost. + </p> + <p> + From that day the two were friends. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the soutar started off at full speed in a strathspey, which was + soon lost in the wail of a Highland psalm-tune, giving place in its turn + to 'Sic a wife as Willie had!' And on he went without pause, till Robert + dared not stop any longer. The fiddle had bewitched the fiddler. + </p> + <p> + 'Come as aften 's ye like, Robert, gin ye fess this leddy wi' ye,' said + the soutar. + </p> + <p> + And he stroked the back of the violin tenderly with his open palm. + </p> + <p> + 'But wad ye hae ony objection to lat it lie aside ye, and lat me come whan + I can?' + </p> + <p> + 'Objection, laddie? I wad as sune objeck to lattin' my ain wife lie aside + me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay,' said Robert, seized with some anxiety about the violin as he + remembered the fate of the wife, 'but ye ken Elspet comes aff a' the waur + sometimes.' + </p> + <p> + Softened by the proximity of the wonderful violin, and stung afresh by the + boy's words as his conscience had often stung him before, for he loved his + wife dearly save when the demon of drink possessed him, the tears rose in + Elshender's eyes. He held out the violin to Robert, saying, with unsteady + voice: + </p> + <p> + 'Hae, tak her awa'. I dinna deserve to hae sic a thing i' my hoose. But + hear me, Robert, and lat hearin' be believin'. I never was sae drunk but I + cud tune my fiddle. Mair by token, ance they fand me lyin' o' my back i' + the Corrie, an' the watter, they say, was ower a' but the mou' o' me; but + I was haudin' my fiddle up abune my heid, and de'il a spark o' watter was + upo' her.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's a pity yer wife wasna yer fiddle, than, Sanny,' said Robert, with + more presumption than wit. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed ye're i' the richt, there, Robert. Hae, tak' yer fiddle.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed no,' returned Robert. 'I maun jist lippen (trust) to ye, Sanders. I + canna bide langer the nicht; but maybe ye'll tell me hoo to haud her the + neist time 'at I come—will ye?' + </p> + <p> + 'That I wull, Robert, come whan ye like. An' gin ye come o' ane 'at cud + play this fiddle as this fiddle deserves to be playt, ye'll do me credit.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye min' what that sumph Lumley said to me the ither nicht, Sanders, aboot + my grandfather?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, weel eneuch. A dish o' drucken havers!' + </p> + <p> + 'It was true eneuch aboot my great-grandfather, though.' + </p> + <p> + 'No! Was't railly?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay. He was the best piper in 's regiment at Culloden. Gin they had a' + fouchten as he pipit, there wad hae been anither tale to tell. And he was + toon-piper forby, jist like you, Sanders, efter they took frae him a' 'at + he had.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na! heard ye ever the like o' that! Weel, wha wad hae thocht it? Faith! + we maun hae you fiddle as weel as yer lucky-daiddy pipit.—But here's + the King o' Bashan comin' efter his butes, an' them no half dune yet!' + exclaimed Dooble Sanny, settling in haste to his awl and his lingel (Fr. + ligneul). 'He'll be roarin' mair like a bull o' the country than the king + o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + As Robert departed, Peter Ogg came in, and as he passed the window, he + heard the shoemaker averring: + </p> + <p> + 'I haena risen frae my stule sin' ane o'clock; but there's a sicht to be + dune to them, Mr. Ogg.' + </p> + <p> + Indeed, Alexander ab Alexandro, as Mr. Innes facetiously styled him, was + in more ways than one worthy of the name of Dooble. There seemed to be two + natures in the man, which all his music had not yet been able to blend. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. ANOTHER DISCOVERY IN THE GARRET. + </h2> + <p> + Little did Robert dream of the reception that awaited him at home. Almost + as soon as he had left the house, the following events began to take + place. + </p> + <p> + The mistress's bell rang, and Betty 'gaed benn the hoose to see what she + cud be wantin',' whereupon a conversation ensued. + </p> + <p> + 'Wha was that at the door, Betty?' asked Mrs. Falconer; for Robert had not + shut the door so carefully as he ought, seeing that the deafness of his + grandmother was of much the same faculty as her blindness. + </p> + <p> + Had Robert not had a hold of Betty by the forelock of her years, he would + have been unable to steal any liberty at all. Still Betty had a + conscience, and although she would not offend Robert if she could help it, + yet she would not lie. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, mem, I canna jist distinckly say 'at I heard the door,' she + answered. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur's Robert?' was her next question. + </p> + <p> + 'He's generally up the stair aboot this hoor, mem—that is, whan he's + no i' the parlour at 's lessons.' + </p> + <p> + 'What gangs he sae muckle up the stair for, Betty, do ye ken? It's + something by ordinar' wi' 'm.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed I dinna ken, mem. I never tuik it into my heid to gang considerin' + aboot it. He'll hae some ploy o' 's ain, nae doobt. Laddies will be + laddies, ye ken, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'I doobt, Betty, ye'll be aidin' an' abettin'. An' it disna become yer + years, Betty.' + </p> + <p> + 'My years are no to fin' faut wi', mem. They're weel eneuch.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's naething to the pint, Betty. What's the laddie aboot?' + </p> + <p> + 'Do ye mean whan he gangs up the stair, mem?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay. Ye ken weel eneuch what I mean.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, mem, I tell ye I dinna ken. An' ye never heard me tell ye a lee + sin' ever I was i' yer service, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, nae doonricht. Ye gang aboot it an' aboot it, an' at last ye come sae + near leein' that gin ye spak anither word, ye wad be at it; and it jist + fleys (frights) me frae speirin' ae ither question at ye. An' that's hoo + ye win oot o' 't. But noo 'at it's aboot my ain oye (grandson), I'm no + gaein' to tyne (lose) him to save a woman o' your years, wha oucht to ken + better; an sae I'll speir at ye, though ye suld be driven to lee like + Sawtan himsel'.—What's he aboot whan he gangs up the stair? Noo!' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, as sure's deith, I dinna ken. Ye drive me to sweirin', mem, an' no + to leein'.' + </p> + <p> + 'I carena. Hae ye no idea aboot it, than, Betty?' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, mem, I think sometimes he canna be weel, and maun hae a tod (fox) + in 's stamack, or something o' that nater. For what he eats is awfu'. An' + I think whiles he jist gangs up the stair to eat at 's ain wull.' + </p> + <p> + 'That jumps wi' my ain observations, Betty. Do ye think he micht hae a + rabbit, or maybe a pair o' them, in some boxie i' the garret, noo?' + </p> + <p> + 'And what for no, gin he had, mem?' + </p> + <p> + 'What for no? Nesty stinkin' things! But that's no the pint. I aye hae to + haud ye to the pint, Betty. The pint is, whether he has rabbits or no?' + </p> + <p> + 'Or guinea-pigs,' suggested Betty. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel.' + </p> + <p> + 'Or maybe a pup or twa. Or I kent a laddie ance 'at keepit a haill faimily + o' kittlins. Or maybe he micht hae a bit lammie. There was an uncle o' + min' ain—' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer tongue, Betty! Ye hae ower muckle to say for a' the sense + there's intil 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, mem, ye speirt questions at me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I hae had eneuch o' yer answers, Betty. Gang and tell Robert to + come here direckly.' + </p> + <p> + Betty went, knowing perfectly that Robert had gone out, and returned with + the information. Her mistress searched her face with a keen eye. + </p> + <p> + 'That maun hae been himsel' efter a' whan ye thocht ye hard the door + gang,' said Betty. + </p> + <p> + 'It's a strange thing that I suld hear him benn here wi' the door steekit, + an' your door open at the verra door-cheek o' the ither, an' you no hear + him, Betty. And me sae deif as weel!' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, mem,' retorted Betty, losing her temper a little, 'I can be as + deif 's ither fowk mysel' whiles.' + </p> + <p> + When Betty grew angry, Mrs. Falconer invariably grew calm, or, at least, + put her temper out of sight. She was silent now, and continued silent till + Betty moved to return to her kitchen, when she said, in a tone of one who + had just arrived at an important resolution: + </p> + <p> + 'Betty, we'll jist awa' up the stair an' luik.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, mem, I hae nae objections.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nae objections! What for suld you or ony ither body hae ony objections to + me gaein' whaur I like i' my ain hoose? Umph!' exclaimed Mrs. Falconer, + turning and facing her maid. + </p> + <p> + 'In coorse, mem. I only meant I had nae objections to gang wi' ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what for suld you or ony ither woman that I paid twa pun' five i' the + half-year till, daur to hae objections to gaein' whaur I wantit ye to gang + i' my ain hoose?' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot, mem! it was but a slip o' the tongue—naething mair.' + </p> + <p> + 'Slip me nae sic slips, or ye'll come by a fa' at last, I doobt, Betty,' + concluded Mrs. Falconer, in a mollified tone, as she turned and led the + way from the room. + </p> + <p> + They got a candle in the kitchen and proceeded up-stairs, Mrs. Falconer + still leading, and Betty following. They did not even look into the + ga'le-room, not doubting that the dignity of the best bed-room was in no + danger of being violated even by Robert, but took their way upwards to the + room in which he kept his school-books—almost the only articles of + property which the boy possessed. Here they found nothing suspicious. All + was even in the best possible order—not a very wonderful fact, + seeing a few books and a slate were the only things there besides the + papers on the shelves. + </p> + <p> + What the feelings of Shargar must have been when he heard the steps and + voices, and saw the light approaching his place of refuge, we will not + change our point of view to inquire. He certainly was as little to be + envied at that moment as at any moment during the whole of his existence. + </p> + <p> + The first sense Mrs. Falconer made use of in the search after possible + animals lay in her nose. She kept snuffing constantly, but, beyond the + usual musty smell of neglected apartments, had as yet discovered nothing. + The moment she entered the upper garret, however— + </p> + <p> + 'There's an ill-faured smell here, Betty,' she said, believing that they + had at last found the trail of the mystery; 'but it's no like the smell o' + rabbits. Jist luik i' the nuik there ahin' the door.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's naething here,' responded Betty. + </p> + <p> + 'Roon the en' o' that kist there. I s' luik into the press.' + </p> + <p> + As Betty rose from her search behind the chest and turned towards her + mistress, her eyes crossed the cavernous opening of the bed. There, to her + horror, she beheld a face like that of a galvanised corpse staring at her + from the darkness. Shargar was in a sitting posture, paralysed with + terror, waiting, like a fascinated bird, till Mrs. Falconer and Betty + should make the final spring upon him, and do whatever was equivalent to + devouring him upon the spot. He had sat up to listen to the noise of their + ascending footsteps, and fear had so overmastered him, that he either + could not, or forgot that he could lie down and cover his head with some + of the many garments scattered around him. + </p> + <p> + 'I didna say whusky, did I?' he kept repeating to himself, in utter + imbecility of fear. + </p> + <p> + 'The Lord preserve 's!' exclaimed Betty, the moment she could speak; for + during the first few seconds, having caught the infection of Shargar's + expression, she stood equally paralysed. 'The Lord preserve 's!' she + repeated. + </p> + <p> + 'Ance is eneuch,' said Mrs. Falconer, sharply, turning round to see what + the cause of Betty's ejaculation might be. + </p> + <p> + I have said that she was dim-sighted. The candle they had was little + better than a penny dip. The bed was darker than the rest of the room. + Shargar's face had none of the more distinctive characteristics of manhood + upon it. + </p> + <p> + 'Gude preserve 's!' exclaimed Mrs. Falconer in her turn: 'it's a wumman.' + </p> + <p> + Poor deluded Shargar, thinking himself safer under any form than that + which he actually bore, attempted no protest against the mistake. But, + indeed, he was incapable of speech. The two women flew upon him to drag + him out of bed. Then first recovering his powers of motion, he sprung up + in an agony of terror, and darted out between them, overturning Betty in + his course. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye rouch limmer!' cried Betty, from the floor. 'Ye lang-leggit jaud!' she + added, as she rose—and at the same moment Shargar banged the + street-door behind him in his terror—'I wat ye dinna carry yer coats + ower syde (too long)!' + </p> + <p> + For Shargar, having discovered that the way to get the most warmth from + Robert's great-grandfather's kilt was to wear it in the manner for which + it had been fabricated, was in the habit of fastening it round his waist + before he got into bed; and the eye of Betty, as she fell, had caught the + swing of this portion of his attire. + </p> + <p> + But poor Mrs. Falconer, with sunken head, walked out of the garret in the + silence of despair. She went slowly down the steep stair, supporting + herself against the wall, her round-toed shoes creaking solemnly as she + went, took refuge in the ga'le-room, and burst into a violent fit of + weeping. For such depravity she was not prepared. What a terrible curse + hung over her family! Surely they were all reprobate from the womb, not + one elected for salvation from the guilt of Adam's fall, and therefore + abandoned to Satan as his natural prey, to be led captive of him at his + will. She threw herself on her knees at the side of the bed, and prayed + heart-brokenly. Betty heard her as she limped past the door on her way + back to her kitchen. + </p> + <p> + Meantime Shargar had rushed across the next street on his bare feet into + the Crookit Wynd, terrifying poor old Kirstan Peerie, the divisions + betwixt the compartments of whose memory had broken down, into the + exclamation to her next neighbour, Tam Rhin, with whom she was trying to + gossip: + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, Tammas! that'll be ane o' the slauchtert at Culloden.' + </p> + <p> + He never stopped till he reached his mother's deserted abode—strange + instinct! There he ran to earth like a hunted fox. Rushing at the door, + forgetful of everything but refuge, he found it unlocked, and closing it + behind him, stood panting like the hart that has found the water-brooks. + The owner had looked in one day to see whether the place was worth + repairing, for it was a mere outhouse, and had forgotten to turn the key + when he left it. Poor Shargar! Was it more or less of a refuge that the + mother that bore him was not there either to curse or welcome his return? + Less—if we may judge from a remark he once made in my hearing many + long years after: + </p> + <p> + 'For, ye see,' he said, 'a mither's a mither, be she the verra de'il.' + </p> + <p> + Searching about in the dark, he found the one article unsold by the + landlord, a stool, with but two of its natural three legs. On this he + balanced himself and waited—simply for what Robert would do; for his + faith in Robert was unbounded, and he had no other hope on earth. But + Shargar was not miserable. In that wretched hovel, his bare feet clasping + the clay floor in constant search of a wavering equilibrium, with pitch + darkness around him, and incapable of the simplest philosophical or + religious reflection, he yet found life good. For it had interest. Nay, + more, it had hope. I doubt, however, whether there is any interest at all + without hope. + </p> + <p> + While he sat there, Robert, thinking him snug in the garret, was walking + quietly home from the shoemaker's; and his first impulse on entering was + to run up and recount the particulars of his interview with Alexander. + Arrived in the dark garret, he called Shargar, as usual, in a whisper—received + no reply—thought he was asleep—called louder (for he had had a + penny from his grandmother that day for bringing home two pails of water + for Betty, and had just spent it upon a loaf for him)—but no Shargar + replied. Thereupon he went to the bed to lay hold of him and shake him. + But his searching hands found no Shargar. Becoming alarmed, he ran + down-stairs to beg a light from Betty. + </p> + <p> + When he reached the kitchen, he found Betty's nose as much in the air as + its construction would permit. For a hook-nosed animal, she certainly was + the most harmless and ovine creature in the world, but this was a case in + which feminine modesty was both concerned and aggrieved. She showed her + resentment no further, however, than by simply returning no answer in + syllable, or sound, or motion, to Robert's request. She was washing up the + tea-things, and went on with her work as if she had been in absolute + solitude, saving that her countenance could hardly have kept up that + expression of injured dignity had such been the case. Robert plainly saw, + to his great concern, that his secret had been discovered in his absence, + and that Shargar had been expelled with contumely. But, with an instinct + of facing the worst at once which accompanied him through life, he went + straight to his grandmother's parlour. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, grandmamma,' he said, trying to speak as cheerfully as he could. + </p> + <p> + Grannie's prayers had softened her a little, else she would have been as + silent as Betty; for it was from her mistress that Betty had learned this + mode of torturing a criminal. So she was just able to return his greeting + in the words, 'Weel, Robert,' pronounced in a finality of tone that + indicated she had done her utmost, and had nothing to add. + </p> + <p> + 'Here's a browst (brewage)!' thought Robert to himself; and, still on the + principle of flying at the first of mischief he saw—the best mode of + meeting it, no doubt—addressed his grandmother at once. The effort + necessary gave a tone of defiance to his words. + </p> + <p> + 'What for willna ye speik to me, grannie?' he said. 'I'm no a haithen, nor + yet a papist.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye're waur nor baith in ane, Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots! ye winna say baith, grannie,' returned Robert, who, even at the + age of fourteen, when once compelled to assert himself, assumed a modest + superiority. + </p> + <p> + 'Nane o' sic impidence!' retorted Mrs. Falconer. 'I wonner whaur ye learn + that. But it's nae wonner. Evil communications corrupt gude mainners. + Ye're a lost prodigal, Robert, like yer father afore ye. I hae jist been + sittin' here thinkin' wi' mysel' whether it wadna be better for baith o' + 's to lat ye gang an' reap the fruit o' yer doin's at ance; for the hard + ways is the best road for transgressors. I'm no bund to keep ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, weel, I s' awa' to Shargar. Him and me 'ill haud on thegither + better nor you an' me, grannie. He's a puir cratur, but he can stick till + a body.' + </p> + <p> + 'What are ye haverin' aboot Shargar for, ye heepocreet loon? Ye'll no gang + to Shargar, I s' warran'! Ye'll be efter that vile limmer that's turnt my + honest hoose intil a sty this last fortnicht.' + </p> + <p> + 'Grannie, I dinna ken what ye mean.' + </p> + <p> + 'She kens, than. I sent her aff like ane o' Samson's foxes, wi' a + firebrand at her tail. It's a pity it wasna tied atween the twa o' ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Preserve 's, grannie! Is't possible ye hae ta'en Shargar for ane o' + wumman-kin'?' + </p> + <p> + 'I ken naething aboot Shargar, I tell ye. I ken that Betty an' me tuik an + ill-faured dame i' the bed i' the garret.' + </p> + <p> + 'Cud it be his mither?' thought Robert in bewilderment; but he recovered + himself in a moment, and answered, + </p> + <p> + 'Shargar may be a quean efter a', for onything 'at I ken to the contrairy; + but I aye tuik him for a loon. Faith, sic a quean as he'd mak!' + </p> + <p> + And careless to resist the ludicrousness of the idea, he burst into a loud + fit of laughter, which did more to reassure his grannie than any amount of + protestation could have done, however she pretended to take offence at his + ill-timed merriment. + </p> + <p> + Seeing his grandmother staggered, Robert gathered courage to assume the + offensive. + </p> + <p> + 'But, granny! hoo ever Betty, no to say you, cud hae driven oot a puir + half-stervit cratur like Shargar, even supposin' he oucht to hae been in + coaties, and no in troosers—and the mither o' him run awa' an' left + him—it's mair nor I can unnerstan.' I misdoobt me sair but he's gane + and droont himsel'.' + </p> + <p> + Robert knew well enough that Shargar would not drown himself without at + least bidding him good-bye; but he knew too that his grandmother could be + wrought upon. Her conscience was more tender than her feelings; and this + peculiarity occasioned part of the mutual non-understanding rather than + misunderstanding between her grandson and herself. The first relation she + bore to most that came near her was one of severity and rebuke; but + underneath her cold outside lay a warm heart, to which conscience acted + the part of a somewhat capricious stoker, now quenching its heat with the + cold water of duty, now stirring it up with the poker of reproach, and + ever treating it as an inferior and a slave. But her conscience was, on + the whole, a better friend to her race than her heart; and, indeed, the + conscience is always a better friend than a heart whose motions are + undirected by it. From Falconer's account of her, however, I cannot help + thinking that she not unfrequently took refuge in severity of tone and + manner from the threatened ebullition of a feeling which she could not + otherwise control, and which she was ashamed to manifest. Possibly + conscience had spoken more and more gently as its behests were more and + more readily obeyed, until the heart began to gather courage, and at last, + as in many old people, took the upper hand, which was outwardly + inconvenient to one of Mrs. Falconer's temperament. Hence, in doing the + kindest thing in the world, she would speak in a tone of command, even of + rebuke, as if she were compelling the performance of the most unpleasant + duty in the person who received the kindness. But the human heart is hard + to analyze, and, indeed, will not submit quietly to the operation, however + gently performed. Nor is the result at all easy to put into words. It is + best shown in actions. + </p> + <p> + Again, it may appear rather strange that Robert should be able to talk in + such an easy manner to his grandmother, seeing he had been guilty of + concealment, if not of deception. But she had never been so actively + severe towards Robert as she had been towards her own children. To him she + was wonderfully gentle for her nature, and sought to exercise the saving + harshness which she still believed necessary, solely in keeping from him + every enjoyment of life which the narrowest theories as to the rule and + will of God could set down as worldly. Frivolity, of which there was + little in this sober boy, was in her eyes a vice; loud laughter almost a + crime; cards, and novelles, as she called them, were such in her + estimation, as to be beyond my powers of characterization. Her commonest + injunction was, 'Noo be douce,'—that is sober—uttered to the + soberest boy she could ever have known. But Robert was a large-hearted + boy, else this life would never have had to be written; and so, through + all this, his deepest nature came into unconscious contact with that of + his noble old grandmother. There was nothing small about either of them. + Hence Robert was not afraid of her. He had got more of her nature in him + than of her son's. She and his own mother had more share in him than his + father, though from him he inherited good qualities likewise. + </p> + <p> + He had concealed his doings with Shargar simply because he believed they + could not be done if his grandmother knew of his plans. Herein he did her + less than justice. But so unpleasant was concealment to his nature, and so + much did the dread of discovery press upon him, that the moment he saw the + thing had come out into the daylight of her knowledge, such a reaction of + relief took place as, operating along with his deep natural humour and the + comical circumstance of the case, gave him an ease and freedom of + communication which he had never before enjoyed with her. Likewise there + was a certain courage in the boy which, if his own natural disposition had + not been so quiet that he felt the negations of her rule the less, might + have resulted in underhand doings of a very different kind, possibly, from + those of benevolence. + </p> + <p> + He must have been a strange being to look at, I always think, at this + point of his development, with his huge nose, his black eyes, his lanky + figure, and his sober countenance, on which a smile was rarely visible, + but from which burst occasional guffaws of laughter. + </p> + <p> + At the words 'droont himsel',' Mrs. Falconer started. + </p> + <p> + 'Rin, laddie, rin,' she said, 'an' fess him back direckly! Betty! Betty! + gang wi' Robert and help him to luik for Shargar. Ye auld, blin', doited + body, 'at says ye can see, and canna tell a lad frae a lass!' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, grannie. I'm no gaein' oot wi' a dame like her trailin' at my + fut. She wad be a sair hinnerance to me. Gin Shargar be to be gotten—that + is, gin he be in life—I s' get him wantin' Betty. And gin ye dinna + ken him for the crater ye fand i' the garret, he maun be sair changed sin' + I left him there.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, weel, Robert, gang yer wa's. But gin ye be deceivin' me, may the + Lord—forgie ye, Robert, for sair ye'll need it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nae fear o' that, grannie,' returned Robert, from the street door, and + vanished. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer stalked—No, I will not use that word of the gait of a + woman like my friend's grandmother. 'Stately stept she butt the hoose' to + Betty. She felt strangely soft at the heart, Robert not being yet proved a + reprobate; but she was not therefore prepared to drop one atom of the + dignity of her relation to her servant. + </p> + <p> + 'Betty,' she said, 'ye hae made a mistak.' + </p> + <p> + 'What's that, mem?' returned Betty. + </p> + <p> + 'It wasna a lass ava; it was that crater Shargar.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye said it was a lass yersel' first, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye ken weel eneuch that I'm short sichtit, an' hae been frae the day o' + my birth.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm no auld eneuch to min' upo' that, mem,' returned Betty revengefully, + but in an undertone, as if she did not intend her mistress to hear. And + although she heard well enough, her mistress adopted the subterfuge. 'But + I'll sweir the crater I saw was in cwytes (petticoats).' + </p> + <p> + 'Sweir not at all, Betty. Ye hae made a mistak ony gait.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wha says that, mem?' + </p> + <p> + 'Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'Aweel, gin he be tellin' the trowth—' + </p> + <p> + 'Daur ye mint (insinuate) to me that a son o' mine wad tell onything but + the trowth?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, mem. But gin that wasna a quean, ye canna deny but she luikit + unco like ane, and no a blate (bashful) ane eyther.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gin he was a loon, he wadna luik like a blate lass, ony gait, Betty. And + there ye're wrang.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, weel, mem, hae 't yer ain gait,' muttered Betty. + </p> + <p> + 'I wull hae 't my ain gait,' retorted her mistress, 'because it's the + richt gait, Betty. An' noo ye maun jist gang up the stair, an' get the + place cleant oot an' put in order.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wull do that, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay wull ye. An' luik weel aboot, Betty, you that can see sae weel, in + case there suld be ony cattle aboot; for he's nane o' the cleanest, yon + dame!' + </p> + <p> + 'I wull do that, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' gang direckly, afore he comes back.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wha comes back?' + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, of course.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for that?' + </p> + <p> + ''Cause he's comin' wi' 'im.' + </p> + <p> + 'What he 's comin' wi' 'im?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ca' 't she, gin ye like. It's Shargar.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wha says that?' exclaimed Betty, sniffing and starting at once. + </p> + <p> + 'I say that. An' ye gang an' du what I tell ye, this minute.' + </p> + <p> + Betty obeyed instantly; for the tone in which the last words were spoken + was one she was not accustomed to dispute. She only muttered as she went, + 'It 'll a' come upo' me as usual.' + </p> + <p> + Betty's job was long ended before Robert returned. Never dreaming that + Shargar could have gone back to the old haunt, he had looked for him + everywhere before that occurred to him as a last chance. Nor would he have + found him even then, for he would not have thought of his being inside the + deserted house, had not Shargar heard his footsteps in the street. + </p> + <p> + He started up from his stool saying, 'That's Bob!' but was not sure enough + to go to the door: he might be mistaken; it might be the landlord! He + heard the feet stop and did not move; but when he heard them begin to go + away again, he rushed to the door, and bawled on the chance at the top of + his voice, 'Bob! Bob!' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh! ye crater!' said Robert, 'ir ye there efter a'? + </p> + <p> + 'Eh! Bob,' exclaimed Shargar, and burst into tears. 'I thocht ye wad come + efter me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of coorse,' answered Robert, coolly. 'Come awa' hame.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur til?' asked Shargar in dismay. + </p> + <p> + 'Hame to yer ain bed at my grannie's.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na,' said Shargar, hurriedly, retreating within the door of the + hovel. 'Na, na, Bob, lad, I s' no du that. She's an awfu' wuman, that + grannie o' yours. I canna think hoo ye can bide wi' her. I'm weel oot o' + her grups, I can tell ye.' + </p> + <p> + It required a good deal of persuasion, but at last Robert prevailed upon + Shargar to return. For was not Robert his tower of strength? And if Robert + was not frightened at his grannie, or at Betty, why should he be? At + length they entered Mrs. Falconer's parlour, Robert dragging in Shargar + after him, having failed altogether in encouraging him to enter after a + more dignified fashion. + </p> + <p> + It must be remembered that although Shargar was still kilted, he was not + the less trowsered, such as the trowsers were. It makes my heart ache to + think of those trowsers—not believing trowsers essential to + blessedness either, but knowing the superiority of the old Roman costume + of the kilt. + </p> + <p> + No sooner had Mrs. Falconer cast her eyes upon him than she could not but + be convinced of the truth of Robert's averment. + </p> + <p> + 'Here he is, grannie; and gin ye bena saitisfeed yet—' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer tongue, laddie. Ye hae gi'en me nae cause to doobt yer word.' + </p> + <p> + Indeed, during Robert's absence, his grandmother had had leisure to + perceive of what an absurd folly she had been guilty. She had also had + time to make up her mind as to her duty with regard to Shargar; and the + more she thought about it, the more she admired the conduct of her + grandson, and the better she saw that it would be right to follow his + example. No doubt she was the more inclined to this benevolence that she + had as it were received her grandson back from the jaws of death. + </p> + <p> + When the two lads entered, from her arm-chair Mrs. Falconer examined + Shargar from head to foot with the eye of a queen on her throne, and a + countenance immovable in stern gentleness, till Shargar would gladly have + sunk into the shelter of the voluminous kilt from the gaze of those quiet + hazel eyes. + </p> + <p> + At length she spoke: + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, tak him awa'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur'll I tak him till, grannie?' + </p> + <p> + 'Tak him up to the garret. Betty 'ill ha' ta'en a tub o' het water up + there 'gen this time, and ye maun see that he washes himsel' frae heid to + fut, or he s' no bide an 'oor i' my hoose. Gang awa' an' see till 't this + minute.' + </p> + <p> + But she detained them yet awhile with various directions in regard of + cleansing, for the carrying out of which Robert was only too glad to give + his word. She dismissed them at last, and Shargar by and by found himself + in bed, clean, and, for the first time in his life, between a pair of + linen sheets—not altogether to his satisfaction, for mere order and + comfort were substituted for adventure and success. + </p> + <p> + But greater trials awaited him. In the morning he was visited by Brodie, + the tailor, and Elshender, the shoemaker, both of whom he held in awe as + his superiors in the social scale, and by them handled and measured from + head to feet, the latter included; after which he had to lie in bed for + three days, till his clothes came home; for Betty had carefully committed + every article of his former dress to the kitchen fire, not without a sense + of pollution to the bottom of her kettle. Nor would he have got them for + double the time, had not Robert haunted the tailor, as well as the soutar, + like an evil conscience, till they had finished them. Thus grievous was + Shargar's introduction to the comforts of respectability. Nor did he like + it much better when he was dressed, and able to go about; for not only was + he uncomfortable in his new clothes, which, after the very easy fit of the + old ones, felt like a suit of plate-armour, but he was liable to be sent + for at any moment by the awful sovereignty in whose dominions he found + himself, and which, of course, proceeded to instruct him not merely in his + own religious duties, but in the religious theories of his ancestors, if, + indeed, Shargar's ancestors ever had any. And now the Shorter Catechism + seemed likely to be changed into the Longer Catechism; for he had it + Sundays as well as Saturdays, besides Alleine's Alarm to the Unconverted, + Baxter's Saint's Rest, Erskine's Gospel Sonnets, and other books of a like + kind. Nor was it any relief to Shargar that the gloom was broken by the + incomparable Pilgrim's Progress and the Holy War, for he cared for none of + these things. Indeed, so dreary did he find it all, that his love to + Robert was never put to such a severe test. But for that, he would have + run for it. Twenty times a day was he so tempted. + </p> + <p> + At school, though it was better, yet it was bad. For he was ten times as + much laughed at for his new clothes, though they were of the plainest, as + he had been for his old rags. Still he bore all the pangs of unwelcome + advancement without a grumble, for the sake of his friend alone, whose dog + he remained as much as ever. But his past life of cold and neglect, and + hunger and blows, and homelessness and rags, began to glimmer as in the + distance of a vaporous sunset, and the loveless freedom he had then + enjoyed gave it a bloom as of summer-roses. + </p> + <p> + I wonder whether there may not have been in some unknown corner of the old + lady's mind this lingering remnant of paganism, that, in reclaiming the + outcast from the error of his ways, she was making an offering acceptable + to that God whom her mere prayers could not move to look with favour upon + her prodigal son Andrew. Nor from her own acknowledged religious belief as + a background would it have stuck so fiery off either. Indeed, it might + have been a partial corrective of some yet more dreadful articles of her + creed,—which she held, be it remembered, because she could not help + it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. PRIVATE INTERVIEWS. + </h2> + <p> + The winter passed slowly away. Robert and Shargar went to school together, + and learned their lessons together at Mrs. Falconer's table. Shargar soon + learned to behave with tolerable propriety; was obedient, as far as + eye-service went; looked as queer as ever; did what he pleased, which was + nowise very wicked, the moment he was out of the old lady's sight; was + well fed and well cared for; and when he was asked how he was, gave the + invariable answer: 'Middlin'.' He was not very happy. + </p> + <p> + There was little communication in words between the two boys, for the one + had not much to say, and the pondering fits of the other grew rather than + relaxed in frequency and intensity. Yet amongst chance acquaintances in + the town Robert had the character of a wag, of which he was totally + unaware himself. Indeed, although he had more than the ordinary share of + humour, I suspect it was not so much his fun as his earnest that got him + the character; for he would say such altogether unheard-of and strange + things, that the only way they were capable of accounting for him was as a + humorist. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh!' he said once to Elshender, during a pause common to a thunder-storm + and a lesson on the violin 'eh! wadna ye like to be up in that clood wi' a + spaud, turnin' ower the divots and catchin' the flashes lyin' aneath them + like lang reid fiery worms?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, man, but gin ye luik up to the cloods that gait, ye'll never be + muckle o' a fiddler.' + </p> + <p> + This was merely an outbreak of that insolence of advice so often shown to + the young from no vantage-ground but that of age and faithlessness, + reminding one of the 'jigging fool' who interfered between Brutus and + Cassius on the sole ground that he had seen more years than they. As if + ever a fiddler that did not look up to the clouds would be anything but a + catgut-scraper! Even Elshender's fiddle was the one angel that held back + the heavy curtain of his gross nature, and let the sky shine through. He + ought to have been set fiddling every Sunday morning, and from his + fiddling dragged straight to church. It was the only thing man could have + done for his conversion, for then his heart was open. But I fear the + prayers would have closed it before the sermon came. He should rather have + been compelled to take his fiddle to church with him, and have a gentle + scrape at it in the pauses of the service; only there are no such pauses + in the service, alas! And Dooble Sanny, though not too religious to get + drunk occasionally, was a great deal too religious to play his fiddle on + the Sabbath: he would not willingly anger the powers above; but it was + sometimes a sore temptation, especially after he got possession of old Mr. + Falconer's wonderful instrument. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots, man!' he would say to Robert; 'dinna han'le her as gin she war an + egg-box. Tak haud o' her as gin she war a leevin' crater. Ye maun jist + straik her canny, an' wile the music oot o' her; for she's like ither + women: gin ye be rouch wi' her, ye winna get a word oot o' her. An' dinna + han'le her that gait. She canna bide to be contred an' pu'd this gait and + that gait.—Come to me, my bonny leddy. Ye'll tell me yer story, + winna ye, my dauty (pet)?' + </p> + <p> + And with every gesture as if he were humouring a shy and invalid girl, he + would, as he said, wile the music out of her in sobs and wailing, till the + instrument, gathering courage in his embrace, grew gently merry in its + confidence, and broke at last into airy laughter. He always spoke, and + apparently thought, of his violin as a woman, just as a sailor does of his + craft. But there was nothing about him, except his love for music and its + instruments, to suggest other than a most uncivilized nature. That which + was fine in him was constantly checked and held down by the gross; the + merely animal overpowered the spiritual; and it was only upon occasion + that his heavenly companion, the violin, could raise him a few feet above + the mire and the clay. She never succeeded in setting his feet on a rock; + while, on the contrary, he often dragged her with him into the mire of + questionable company and circumstances. Worthy Mr. Falconer would have + been horrified to see his umquhile modest companion in such society as + that into which she was now introduced at times. But nevertheless the + soutar was a good and patient teacher; and although it took Robert rather + more than a fortnight to redeem his pledge to Shargar, he did make + progress. It could not, however, be rapid, seeing that an hour at a time, + two evenings in the week, was all that he could give to the violin. Even + with this moderation, the risk of his absence exciting his grandmother's + suspicion and inquiry was far from small. + </p> + <p> + And now, were those really faded old memories of his grandfather and his + merry kindness, all so different from the solemn benevolence of his + grandmother, which seemed to revive in his bosom with the revivification + of the violin? The instrument had surely laid up a story in its hollow + breast, had been dreaming over it all the time it lay hidden away in the + closet, and was now telling out its dreams about the old times in the ear + of the listening boy. To him also it began to assume something of that + mystery and life which had such a softening, and, for the moment at least, + elevating influence on his master. + </p> + <p> + At length the love of the violin had grown upon him so, that he could not + but cast about how he might enjoy more of its company. It would not do, + for many reasons, to go oftener to the shoemaker's, especially now that + the days were getting longer. Nor was that what he wanted. He wanted + opportunity for practice. He wanted to be alone with the creature, to see + if she would not say something more to him than she had ever said yet. + Wafts and odours of melodies began to steal upon him ere he was aware in + the half lights between sleeping and waking: if he could only entice them + to creep out of the violin, and once 'bless his humble ears' with the + bodily hearing of them! Perhaps he might—who could tell? But how? + But where? + </p> + <p> + There was a building in Rothieden not old, yet so deserted that its very + history seemed to have come to a standstill, and the dust that filled it + to have fallen from the plumes of passing centuries. It was the property + of Mrs. Falconer, left her by her husband. Trade had gradually ebbed away + from the town till the thread-factory stood unoccupied, with all its + machinery rusting and mouldering, just as the work-people had risen and + left it one hot, midsummer day, when they were told that their services + were no longer required. Some of the thread even remained upon the spools, + and in the hollows of some of the sockets the oil had as yet dried only + into a paste; although to Robert the desertion of the place appeared + immemorial. It stood at a furlong's distance from the house, on the + outskirt of the town. There was a large, neglected garden behind it, with + some good fruit-trees, and plenty of the bushes which boys love for the + sake of their berries. After grannie's jam-pots were properly filled, the + remnant of these, a gleaning far greater than the gathering, was at the + disposal of Robert, and, philosopher although in some measure he was + already, he appreciated the privilege. Haunting this garden in the + previous summer, he had for the first time made acquaintance with the + interior of the deserted factory. The door to the road was always kept + locked, and the key of it lay in one of grannie's drawers; but he had then + discovered a back entrance less securely fastened, and with a strange + mingling of fear and curiosity had from time to time extended his rambles + over what seemed to him the huge desolation of the place. Half of it was + well built of stone and lime, but of the other half the upper part was + built of wood, which now showed signs of considerable decay. One room + opened into another through the length of the place, revealing a vista of + machines, standing with an air of the last folding of the wings of silence + over them, and the sense of a deeper and deeper sinking into the soundless + abyss. But their activity was not so far vanished but that by degrees + Robert came to fancy that he had some time or other seen a woman seated at + each of those silent powers, whose single hand set the whole frame in + motion, with its numberless spindles and spools rapidly revolving—a + vague mystery of endless threads in orderly complication, out of which + came some desired, to him unknown, result, so that the whole place was + full of a bewildering tumult of work, every little reel contributing its + share, as the water-drops clashing together make the roar of a tempest. + Now all was still as the church on a week-day, still as the school on a + Saturday afternoon. Nay, the silence seemed to have settled down like the + dust, and grown old and thick, so dead and old that the ghost of the + ancient noise had arisen to haunt the place. + </p> + <p> + Thither would Robert carry his violin, and there would he woo her. + </p> + <p> + 'I'm thinkin' I maun tak her wi' me the nicht, Sanders,' he said, holding + the fiddle lovingly to his bosom, after he had finished his next lesson. + </p> + <p> + The shoemaker looked blank. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye're no gaein' to desert me, are ye?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, weel I wat!' returned Robert. 'But I want to try her at hame. I maun + get used till her a bittie, ye ken, afore I can du onything wi' her.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wiss ye had na brought her here ava. What I am to du wantin' her!' + </p> + <p> + 'What for dinna ye get yer ain back?' + </p> + <p> + 'I haena the siller, man. And, forbye, I doobt I wadna be that sair + content wi' her noo gin I had her. I used to think her gran'. But I'm + clean oot o' conceit o' her. That bonnie leddy's ta'en 't clean oot o' + me.' + </p> + <p> + 'But ye canna hae her aye, ye ken, Sanders. She's no mine. She's my + grannie's, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'What's the use o' her to her? She pits nae vailue upon her. Eh, man, gin + she wad gie her to me, I wad haud her i' the best o' shune a' the lave o' + her days.' + </p> + <p> + 'That wadna be muckle, Sanders, for she hasna had a new pair sin' ever I + mind.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I wad haud Betty in shune as weel.' + </p> + <p> + 'Betty pays for her ain shune, I reckon.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I wad haud you in shune, and yer bairns, and yer bairns' bairns,' + cried the soutar, with enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot, toot, man! Lang or that ye'll be fiddlin' i' the new Jeroozlem.' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, man!' said Alexander, looking up—he had just cracked the + roset-ends off his hands, for he had the upper leather of a boot in the + grasp of the clams, and his right hand hung arrested on its blind way to + the awl—'duv ye think there'll be fiddles there? I thocht they war + a' hairps, a thing 'at I never saw, but it canna be up till a fiddle.' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken,' answered Robert; 'but ye suld mak a pint o' seein' for + yersel'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gin I thoucht there wad be fiddles there, faith I wad hae a try. It wadna + be muckle o' a Jeroozlem to me wantin' my fiddle. But gin there be + fiddles, I daursay they'll be gran' anes. I daursay they wad gi' me a new + ane—I mean ane as auld as Noah's 'at he played i' the ark whan the + de'il cam' in by to hearken. I wad fain hae a try. Ye ken a' aboot it wi' + that grannie o' yours: hoo's a body to begin?' + </p> + <p> + 'By giein' up the drink, man.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay—ay—ay—I reckon ye're richt. Weel, I'll think aboot + it whan ance I'm throu wi' this job. That'll be neist ook, or thereabouts, + or aiblins twa days efter. I'll hae some leiser than.' + </p> + <p> + Before he had finished speaking he had caught up his awl and begun to work + vigorously, boring his holes as if the nerves of feeling were continued to + the point of the tool, inserting the bristles that served him for needles + with a delicacy worthy of soft-skinned fingers, drawing through the + rosined threads with a whisk, and untwining them with a crack from the + leather that guarded his hands. + </p> + <p> + 'Gude nicht to ye,' said Robert, with the fiddle-case under his arm. + </p> + <p> + The shoemaker looked up, with his hands bound in his threads. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye're no gaein' to tak her frae me the nicht?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay am I, but I'll fess her back again. I'm no gaein' to Jericho wi' her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gang to Hecklebirnie wi' her, and that's three mile ayont hell.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na; we maun win farther nor that. There canna be muckle fiddlin' there.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, tak her to the new Jeroozlem. I s' gang doon to Lucky Leary's, and + fill mysel' roarin' fou, an' it'll be a' your wyte (blame).' + </p> + <p> + 'I doobt ye'll get the straiks (blows) though. Or maybe ye think Bell 'ill + tak them for ye.' + </p> + <p> + Dooble Sanny caught up a huge boot, the sole of which was filled with + broad-headed nails as thick as they could be driven, and, in a rage, threw + it at Robert as he darted out. Through its clang against the door-cheek, + the shoemaker heard a cry from the instrument. He cast everything from him + and sprang after Robert. But Robert was down the wynd like a long-legged + grayhound, and Elshender could only follow like a fierce mastiff. It was + love and grief, though, and apprehension and remorse, not vengeance, that + winged his heels. He soon saw that pursuit was vain. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert! Robert!' he cried; 'I canna win up wi' ye. Stop, for God's sake! + Is she hurtit?' + </p> + <p> + Robert stopped at once. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye hae made a bonny leddy o' her—a lameter (cripple) I doobt, like + yer wife,' he answered, with indignation. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna be aye flingin' a man's fau'ts in 's face. It jist maks him 'at he + canna bide himsel' or you eyther. Lat's see the bonny crater.' + </p> + <p> + Robert complied, for he too was anxious. They were now standing in the + space in front of Shargar's old abode, and there was no one to be seen. + Elshender took the box, opened it carefully, and peeped in with a face of + great apprehension. + </p> + <p> + 'I thocht that was a'!' he said with some satisfaction. 'I kent the string + whan I heard it. But we'll sune get a new thairm till her,' he added, in a + tone of sorrowful commiseration and condolence, as he took the violin from + the case, tenderly as if it had been a hurt child. + </p> + <p> + One touch of the bow, drawing out a goul of grief, satisfied him that she + was uninjured. Next a hurried inspection showed him that there was enough + of the catgut twisted round the peg to make up for the part that was + broken off. In a moment he had fastened it to the tail-piece, tightened + and tuned it. Forthwith he took the bow from the case-lid, and in jubilant + guise he expatiated upon the wrong he had done his bonny leddy, till the + doors and windows around were crowded with heads peering through the dark + to see whence the sounds came, and a little child toddled across from one + of the lowliest houses with a ha'penny for the fiddler. Gladly would + Robert have restored it with interest, but, alas! there was no interest in + his bank, for not a ha'penny had he in the world. The incident recalled + Sandy to Rothieden and its cares. He restored the violin to its case, and + while Robert was fearing he would take it under his arm and walk away with + it, handed it back with a humble sigh and a 'Praise be thankit;' then, + without another word, turned and went to his lonely stool and home + 'untreasured of its mistress.' Robert went home too, and stole like a + thief to his room. + </p> + <p> + The next day was a Saturday, which, indeed, was the real old Sabbath, or + at least the half of it, to the schoolboys of Rothieden. Even Robert's + grannie was Jew enough, or rather Christian enough, to respect this + remnant of the fourth commandment—divine antidote to the rest of the + godless money-making and soul-saving week—and he had the half-day to + himself. So as soon as he had had his dinner, he managed to give Shargar + the slip, left him to the inroads of a desolate despondency, and stole + away to the old factory-garden. The key of that he had managed to purloin + from the kitchen where it hung; nor was there much danger of its absence + being discovered, seeing that in winter no one thought of the garden. The + smuggling of the violin out of the house was the 'dearest danger'—the + more so that he would not run the risk of carrying her out unprotected, + and it was altogether a bulky venture with the case. But by spying and + speeding he managed it, and soon found himself safe within the high walls + of the garden. + </p> + <p> + It was early spring. There had been a heavy fall of sleet in the morning, + and now the wind blew gustfully about the place. The neglected trees shook + showers upon him as he passed under them, trampling down the rank growth + of the grass-walks. The long twigs of the wall-trees, which had never been + nailed up, or had been torn down by the snow and the blasts of winter, + went trailing away in the moan of the fitful wind, and swung back as it + sunk to a sigh. The currant and gooseberry bushes, bare and leafless, and + 'shivering all for cold,' neither reminded him of the feasts of the past + summer, nor gave him any hope for the next. He strode careless through it + all to gain the door at the bottom. It yielded to a push, and the long + grass streamed in over the threshold as he entered. He mounted by a broad + stair in the main part of the house, passing the silent clock in one of + its corners, now expiating in motionlessness the false accusations it had + brought against the work-people, and turned into the chaos of machinery. + </p> + <p> + I fear that my readers will expect, from the minuteness with which I + recount these particulars, that, after all, I am going to describe a + rendezvous with a lady, or a ghost at least. I will not plead in excuse + that I, too, have been infected with Sandy's mode of regarding her, but I + plead that in the mind of Robert the proceeding was involved in something + of that awe and mystery with which a youth approaches the woman he loves. + He had not yet arrived at the period when the feminine assumes its + paramount influence, combining in itself all that music, colour, form, + odour, can suggest, with something infinitely higher and more divine; but + he had begun to be haunted with some vague aspirations towards the + infinite, of which his attempts on the violin were the outcome. And now + that he was to be alone, for the first time, with this wonderful realizer + of dreams and awakener of visions, to do with her as he would, to hint by + gentle touches at the thoughts that were fluttering in his soul, and + listen for her voice that by the echoes in which she strove to respond he + might know that she understood him, it was no wonder if he felt an + ethereal foretaste of the expectation that haunts the approach of souls. + </p> + <p> + But I am not even going to describe his first tête-à -tête with his violin. + Perhaps he returned from it somewhat disappointed. Probably he found her + coy, unready to acknowledge his demands on her attention. But not the less + willingly did he return with her to the solitude of the ruinous factory. + On every safe occasion, becoming more and more frequent as the days grew + longer, he repaired thither, and every time returned more capable of + drawing the coherence of melody from that matrix of sweet sounds. + </p> + <p> + At length the people about began to say that the factory was haunted; that + the ghost of old Mr. Falconer, unable to repose while neglect was ruining + the precious results of his industry, visited the place night after night, + and solaced his disappointment by renewing on his favourite violin strains + not yet forgotten by him in his grave, and remembered well by those who + had been in his service, not a few of whom lived in the neighbourhood of + the forsaken building. + </p> + <p> + One gusty afternoon, like the first, but late in the spring, Robert + repaired as usual to this his secret haunt. He had played for some time, + and now, from a sudden pause of impulse, had ceased, and begun to look + around him. The only light came from two long pale cracks in the + rain-clouds of the west. The wind was blowing through the broken windows, + which stretched away on either hand. A dreary, windy gloom, therefore, + pervaded the desolate place; and in the dusk, and their settled order, the + machines looked multitudinous. An eerie sense of discomfort came over him + as he gazed, and he lifted his violin to dispel the strange unpleasant + feeling that grew upon him. But at the first long stroke across the + strings, an awful sound arose in the further room; a sound that made him + all but drop the bow, and cling to his violin. It went on. It was the old, + all but forgotten whirr of bobbins, mingled with the gentle groans of the + revolving horizontal wheel, but magnified in the silence of the place, and + the echoing imagination of the boy, into something preternaturally awful. + Yielding for a moment to the growth of goose-skin, and the insurrection of + hair, he recovered himself by a violent effort, and walked to the door + that connected the two compartments. Was it more or less fearful that the + jenny was not going of itself? that the figure of an old woman sat + solemnly turning and turning the hand-wheel? Not without calling in the + jury of his senses, however, would he yield to the special plea of his + imagination, but went nearer, half expecting to find that the mutch, with + its big flapping borders, glimmering white in the gloom across many a + machine, surrounded the face of a skull. But he was soon satisfied that it + was only a blind woman everybody knew—so old that she had become + childish. She had heard the reports of the factory being haunted, and + groping about with her half-withered brain full of them, had found the + garden and the back door open, and had climbed to the first-floor by a + farther stair, well known to her when she used to work that very machine. + She had seated herself instinctively, according to ancient wont, and had + set it in motion once more. + </p> + <p> + Yielding to an impulse of experiment, Robert began to play again. + Thereupon her disordered ideas broke out in words. And Robert soon began + to feel that it could hardly be more ghastly to look upon a ghost than to + be taken for one. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ay, sir,' said the old woman, in a tone of commiseration, 'it maun be + sair to bide. I dinna wonner 'at ye canna lie still. But what gars ye gang + daunerin' aboot this place? It's no yours ony langer. Ye ken whan fowk's + deid, they tyne the grip (loose hold). Ye suld gang hame to yer wife. She + micht say a word to quaiet yer auld banes, for she's a douce an' a wice + woman—the mistress.' + </p> + <p> + Then followed a pause. There was a horror about the old woman's voice, + already half dissolved by death, in the desolate place, that almost took + from Robert the power of motion. But his violin sent forth an accidental + twang, and that set her going again. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye was aye a douce honest gentleman yersel', an' I dinna wonner ye canna + bide it. But I wad hae thoucht glory micht hae hauden ye in. But yer ain + son! Eh ay! And a braw lad and a bonnie! It's a sod thing he bude to gang + the wrang gait; and it's no wonner, as I say, that ye lea' the worms to + come an' luik efter him. I doobt—I doobt it winna be to you he'll + gang at the lang last. There winna be room for him aside ye in Awbrahawm's + boasom. And syne to behave sae ill to that winsome wife o' his! I dinna + wonner 'at ye maun be up! Eh na! But, sir, sin ye are up, I wish ye wad + speyk to John Thamson no to tak aff the day 'at I was awa' last ook, for + 'deed I was verra unweel, and bude to keep my bed.' + </p> + <p> + Robert was beginning to feel uneasy as to how he should get rid of her, + when she rose, and saying, 'Ay, ay, I ken it's sax o'clock,' went out as + she had come in. Robert followed, and saw her safe out of the garden, but + did not return to the factory. + </p> + <p> + So his father had behaved ill to his mother too! + </p> + <p> + 'But what for hearken to the havers o' a dottled auld wife?' he said to + himself, pondering as he walked home. + </p> + <p> + Old Janet told a strange story of how she had seen the ghost, and had had + a long talk with him, and of what he said, and of how he groaned and + played the fiddle between. And finding that the report had reached his + grandmother's ears, Robert thought it prudent, much to his discontent, to + intermit his visits to the factory. Mrs. Falconer, of course, received the + rumour with indignant scorn, and peremptorily refused to allow any + examination of the premises. + </p> + <p> + But how have the violin by him and not hear her speak? One evening the + longing after her voice grow upon him till he could resist it no longer. + He shut the door of his garret-room, and, with Shargar by him, took her + out and began to play softly, gently—oh so softly, so gently! + Shargar was enraptured. Robert went on playing. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the door opened, and his grannie stood awfully revealed before + them. Betty had heard the violin, and had flown to the parlour in the + belief that, unable to get any one to heed him at the factory, the ghost + had taken Janet's advice, and come home. But his wife smiled a smile of + contempt, went with Betty to the kitchen—over which Robert's room + lay—heard the sounds, put off her creaking shoes, stole up-stairs on + her soft white lambswool stockings, and caught the pair. The violin was + seized, put in its case, and carried off; and Mrs. Falconer rejoiced to + think she had broken a gin set by Satan for the unwary feet of her poor + Robert. Little she knew the wonder of that violin—how it had kept + the soul of her husband alive! Little she knew how dangerous it is to shut + an open door, with ever so narrow a peep into the eternal, in the face of + a son of Adam! And little she knew how determinedly and restlessly a + nature like Robert's would search for another, to open one possibly which + she might consider ten times more dangerous than that which she had + closed. + </p> + <p> + When Alexander heard of the affair, he was at first overwhelmed with the + misfortune; but gathering a little heart at last, he set to 'working,' as + he said himself, 'like a verra deevil'; and as he was the best shoemaker + in the town, and for the time abstained utterly from whisky, and all sorts + of drink but well-water, he soon managed to save the money necessary, and + redeem the old fiddle. But whether it was from fancy, or habit, or what, + even Robert's inexperienced ear could not accommodate itself, save under + protest, to the instrument which once his teacher had considered all but + perfect; and it needed the master's finest touch to make its tone other + than painful to the sense of the neophyte. + </p> + <p> + No one can estimate too highly the value of such a resource to a man like + the shoemaker, or a boy like Robert. Whatever it be that keeps the finer + faculties of the mind awake, wonder alive, and the interest above mere + eating and drinking, money-making and money-saving; whatever it be that + gives gladness, or sorrow, or hope—this, be it violin, pencil, pen, + or, highest of all, the love of woman, is simply a divine gift of holy + influence for the salvation of that being to whom it comes, for the + lifting of him out of the mire and up on the rock. For it keeps a way open + for the entrance of deeper, holier, grander influences, emanating from the + same riches of the Godhead. And though many have genius that have no + grace, they will only be so much the worse, so much the nearer to the + brute, if you take from them that which corresponds to Dooble Sanny's + fiddle. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. ROBERT'S PLAN OF SALVATION. + </h2> + <p> + For some time after the loss of his friend, Robert went loitering and + mooning about, quite neglecting the lessons to which he had not, it must + be confessed, paid much attention for many weeks. Even when seated at his + grannie's table, he could do no more than fix his eyes on his book: to + learn was impossible; it was even disgusting to him. But his was a nature + which, foiled in one direction, must, absolutely helpless against its own + vitality, straightway send out its searching roots in another. Of all + forces, that of growth is the one irresistible, for it is the creating + power of God, the law of life and of being. Therefore no accumulation of + refusals, and checks, and turnings, and forbiddings, from all the good old + grannies in the world, could have prevented Robert from striking root + downward, and bearing fruit upward, though, as in all higher natures, the + fruit was a long way off yet. But his soul was only sad and hungry. He was + not unhappy, for he had been guilty of nothing that weighed on his + conscience. He had been doing many things of late, it is true, without + asking leave of his grandmother, but wherever prayer is felt to be of no + avail, there cannot be the sense of obligation save on compulsion. Even + direct disobedience in such case will generally leave little soreness, + except the thing forbidden should be in its own nature wrong, and then, + indeed, 'Don Worm, the conscience,' may begin to bite. But Robert felt + nothing immoral in playing upon his grandfather's violin, nor even in + taking liberties with a piece of lumber for which nobody cared but + possibly the dead; therefore he was not unhappy, only much disappointed, + very empty, and somewhat gloomy. There was nothing to look forward to now, + no secret full of riches and endless in hope—in short, no violin. + </p> + <p> + To feel the full force of his loss, my reader must remember that around + the childhood of Robert, which he was fast leaving behind him, there had + gathered no tenderness—none at least by him recognizable as such. + All the women he came in contact with were his grandmother and Betty. He + had no recollection of having ever been kissed. From the darkness and + negation of such an embryo-existence, his nature had been unconsciously + striving to escape—struggling to get from below ground into the + sunlit air—sighing after a freedom he could not have defined, the + freedom that comes, not of independence, but of love—not of + lawlessness, but of the perfection of law. Of this beauty of life, with + its wonder and its deepness, this unknown glory, his fiddle had been the + type. It had been the ark that held, if not the tables of the covenant, + yet the golden pot of angel's food, and the rod that budded in death. And + now that it was gone, the gloomier aspect of things began to lay hold upon + him; his soul turned itself away from the sun, and entered into the shadow + of the under-world. Like the white-horsed twins of lake Regillus, like + Phoebe, the queen of skyey plain and earthly forest, every boy and girl, + every man and woman, that lives at all, has to divide many a year between + Tartarus and Olympus. + </p> + <p> + For now arose within him, not without ultimate good, the evil phantasms of + a theology which would explain all God's doings by low conceptions, low I + mean for humanity even, of right, and law, and justice, then only taking + refuge in the fact of the incapacity of the human understanding when its + own inventions are impugned as undivine. In such a system, hell is + invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell. + Hence, as foundations must be laid in the deepest, the system is founded + in hell, and the first article in the creed that Robert Falconer learned + was, 'I believe in hell.' Practically, I mean, it was so; else how should + it be that as often as a thought of religious duty arose in his mind, it + appeared in the form of escaping hell, of fleeing from the wrath to come? + For his very nature was hell, being not born in sin and brought forth in + iniquity, but born sin and brought forth iniquity. And yet God made him. + He must believe that. And he must believe, too, that God was just, awfully + just, punishing with fearful pains those who did not go through a certain + process of mind which it was utterly impossible they should go through + without a help which he would give to some, and withhold from others, the + reason of the difference not being such, to say the least of it, as to + come within the reach of the persons concerned. And this God they said was + love. It was logically absurd, of course, yet, thank God, they did say + that God was love; and many of them succeeded in believing it, too, and in + ordering their ways as if the first article of their creed had been 'I + believe in God'; whence, in truth, we are bound to say it was the first in + power and reality, if not in order; for what are we to say a man believes, + if not what he acts upon? Still the former article was the one they + brought chiefly to bear upon their children. This mortar, probably they + thought, threw the shell straighter than any of the other field-pieces of + the church-militant. Hence it was even in justification of God himself + that a party arose to say that a man could believe without the help of God + at all, and after believing only began to receive God's help—a + heresy all but as dreary and barren as the former. No one dreamed of + saying—at least such a glad word of prophecy never reached Rothieden—that, + while nobody can do without the help of the Father any more than a + new-born babe could of itself live and grow to a man, yet that in the + giving of that help the very fatherhood of the Father finds its one + gladsome labour; that for that the Lord came; for that the world was made; + for that we were born into it; for that God lives and loves like the most + loving man or woman on earth, only infinitely more, and in other ways and + kinds besides, which we cannot understand; and that therefore to be a man + is the soul of eternal jubilation. + </p> + <p> + Robert consequently began to take fits of soul-saving, a most rational + exercise, worldly wise and prudent—right too on the principles he + had received, but not in the least Christian in its nature, or even + God-fearing. His imagination began to busy itself in representing the dire + consequences of not entering into the one refuge of faith. He made many + frantic efforts to believe that he believed; took to keeping the Sabbath + very carefully—that is, by going to church three times, and to + Sunday-school as well; by never walking a step save to or from church; by + never saying a word upon any subject unconnected with religion, chiefly + theoretical; by never reading any but religious books; by never whistling; + by never thinking of his lost fiddle, and so on—all the time feeling + that God was ready to pounce upon him if he failed once; till again and + again the intensity of his efforts utterly defeated their object by + destroying for the time the desire to prosecute them with the power to + will them. But through the horrible vapours of these vain endeavours, + which denied God altogether as the maker of the world, and the former of + his soul and heart and brain, and sought to worship him as a capricious + demon, there broke a little light, a little soothing, soft twilight, from + the dim windows of such literature as came in his way. Besides The + Pilgrim's Progress there were several books which shone moon-like on his + darkness, and lifted something of the weight of that Egyptian gloom off + his spirit. One of these, strange to say, was Defoe's Religious Courtship, + and one, Young's Night Thoughts. But there was another which deserves + particular notice, inasmuch as it did far more than merely interest or + amuse him, raising a deep question in his mind, and one worthy to be + asked. This book was the translation of Klopstock's Messiah, to which I + have already referred. It was not one of his grandmother's books, but had + probably belonged to his father: he had found it in his little + garret-room. But as often as she saw him reading it, she seemed rather + pleased, he thought. As to the book itself, its florid expatiation could + neither offend nor injure a boy like Robert, while its representation of + our Lord was to him a wonderful relief from that given in the pulpit, and + in all the religious books he knew. But the point for the sake of which I + refer to it in particular is this: Amongst the rebel angels who are of the + actors in the story, one of the principal is a cherub who repents of + making his choice with Satan, mourns over his apostasy, haunts unseen the + steps of our Saviour, wheels lamenting about the cross, and would gladly + return to his lost duties in heaven, if only he might—a doubt which + I believe is left unsolved in the volume, and naturally enough remained + unsolved in Robert's mind:—Would poor Abaddon be forgiven and taken + home again? For although naturally, that is, to judge by his own + instincts, there could be no question of his forgiveness, according to + what he had been taught there could be no question of his perdition. + Having no one to talk to, he divided himself and went to buffets on the + subject, siding, of course, with the better half of himself which + supported the merciful view of the matter; for all his efforts at keeping + the Sabbath, had in his own honest judgment failed so entirely, that he + had no ground for believing himself one of the elect. Had he succeeded in + persuading himself that he was, there is no saying to what lengths of + indifference about others the chosen prig might have advanced by this + time. + </p> + <p> + He made one attempt to open the subject with Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'Shargar, what think ye?' he said suddenly, one day. 'Gin a de'il war to + repent, wad God forgie him?' + </p> + <p> + 'There's no sayin' what fowk wad du till ance they're tried,' returned + Shargar, cautiously. + </p> + <p> + Robert did not care to resume the question with one who so circumspectly + refused to take a metaphysical or a priori view of the matter. + </p> + <p> + He made an attempt with his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + One Sunday, his thoughts, after trying for a time to revolve in due orbit + around the mind of the Rev. Hugh Maccleary, as projected in a sermon which + he had botched up out of a commentary, failed at last and flew off into + what the said gentleman would have pronounced 'very dangerous speculation, + seeing no man is to go beyond what is written in the Bible, which contains + not only the truth, but the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, for + this time and for all future time—both here and in the world to + come.' Some such sentence, at least, was in his sermon that day, and the + preacher no doubt supposed St. Matthew, not St. Matthew Henry, accountable + for its origination. In the Limbo into which Robert's then spirit flew, it + had been sorely exercised about the substitution of the sufferings of + Christ for those which humanity must else have endured while ages rolled + on—mere ripples on the ocean of eternity. + </p> + <p> + 'Noo, be douce,' said Mrs. Falconer, solemnly, as Robert, a trifle lighter + at heart from the result of his cogitations than usual, sat down to + dinner: he had happened to smile across the table to Shargar. And he was + douce, and smiled no more. + </p> + <p> + They ate their broth, or, more properly, supped it, with horn spoons, in + absolute silence; after which Mrs. Falconer put a large piece of meat on + the plate of each, with the same formula: + </p> + <p> + 'Hae. Ye s' get nae mair.' + </p> + <p> + The allowance was ample in the extreme, bearing a relation to her words + similar to that which her practice bore to her theology. A piece of + cheese, because it was the Sabbath, followed, and dinner was over. + </p> + <p> + When the table had been cleared by Betty, they drew their chairs to the + fire, and Robert had to read to his grandmother, while Shargar sat + listening. He had not read long, however, before he looked up from his + Bible and began the following conversation:— + </p> + <p> + 'Wasna it an ill trick o' Joseph, gran'mither, to put that cup, an' a + siller ane tu, into the mou' o' Benjamin's seck?' + </p> + <p> + 'What for that, laddie? He wanted to gar them come back again, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'But he needna hae gane aboot it in sic a playactor-like gait. He needna + hae latten them awa' ohn tellt (without telling) them that he was their + brither.' + </p> + <p> + 'They had behaved verra ill till him.' + </p> + <p> + 'He used to clype (tell tales) upo' them, though.' + </p> + <p> + 'Laddie, tak ye care what ye say aboot Joseph, for he was a teep o' + Christ.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo was that, gran'mither?' + </p> + <p> + 'They sellt him to the Ishmeleets for siller, as Judas did him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Did he beir the sins o' them 'at sellt him?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye may say, in a mainner, 'at he did; for he was sair afflickit afore he + wan up to be the King's richt han'; an' syne he keepit a hantle o' ill aff + o' 's brithren.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sae, gran'mither, ither fowk nor Christ micht suffer for the sins o' + their neebors?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, laddie, mony a ane has to do that. But no to mak atonement, ye ken. + Naething but the sufferin' o' the spotless cud du that. The Lord wadna be + saitisfeet wi' less nor that. It maun be the innocent to suffer for the + guilty.' + </p> + <p> + 'I unnerstan' that,' said Robert, who had heard it so often that he had + not yet thought of trying to understand it. 'But gin we gang to the gude + place, we'll be a' innocent, willna we, grannie?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, that we will—washed spotless, and pure, and clean, and dressed + i' the weddin' garment, and set doon at the table wi' him and wi' his + Father. That's them 'at believes in him, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of coorse, grannie.—Weel, ye see, I hae been thinkin' o' a plan for + maist han' toomin' (almost emptying) hell.' + </p> + <p> + 'What's i' the bairn's heid noo? Troth, ye're no blate, meddlin' wi' sic + subjecks, laddie!' + </p> + <p> + 'I didna want to say onything to vex ye, grannie. I s' gang on wi' the + chapter.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, say awa'. Ye sanna say muckle 'at's wrang afore I cry haud,' said + Mrs. Falconer, curious to know what had been moving in the boy's mind, but + watching him like a cat, ready to spring upon the first visible hair of + the old Adam. + </p> + <p> + And Robert, recalling the outbreak of terrible grief which he had heard on + that memorable night, really thought that his project would bring comfort + to a mind burdened with such care, and went on with the exposition of his + plan. + </p> + <p> + 'A' them 'at sits doon to the supper o' the Lamb 'll sit there because + Christ suffert the punishment due to their sins—winna they, + grannie?' + </p> + <p> + 'Doobtless, laddie.' + </p> + <p> + 'But it'll be some sair upo' them to sit there aitin' an' drinkin' an' + talkin' awa', an' enjoyin' themsel's, whan ilka noo an' than there'll come + a sough o' wailin' up frae the ill place, an' a smell o' burnin' ill to + bide.' + </p> + <p> + 'What put that i' yer heid, laddie? There's no rizzon to think 'at hell's + sae near haven as a' that. The Lord forbid it!' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, but, grannie, they'll ken 't a' the same, whether they smell 't or + no. An' I canna help thinkin' that the farrer awa' I thoucht they war, the + waur I wad like to think upo' them. 'Deed it wad be waur.' + </p> + <p> + 'What are ye drivin' at, laddie? I canna unnerstan' ye,' said Mrs. + Falconer, feeling very uncomfortable, and yet curious, almost anxious, to + hear what would come next. 'I trust we winna hae to think muckle—' + </p> + <p> + But here, I presume, the thought of the added desolation of her Andrew if + she, too, were to forget him, as well as his Father in heaven, checked the + flow of her words. She paused, and Robert took up his parable and went on, + first with yet another question. + </p> + <p> + 'Duv ye think, grannie, that a body wad be allooed to speik a word i' + public, like, there—at the lang table, like, I mean?' + </p> + <p> + 'What for no, gin it was dune wi' moedesty, and for a guid rizzon? But + railly, laddie, I doobt ye're haverin' a'thegither. Ye hard naething like + that, I'm sure, the day, frae Mr. Maccleary.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na; he said naething aboot it. But maybe I'll gang and speir at him, + though.' + </p> + <p> + 'What aboot?' + </p> + <p> + 'What I'm gaein' to tell ye, grannie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, tell awa', and hae dune wi' 't. I'm growin' tired o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + It was something else than tired she was growing. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I'm gaein' to try a' that I can to win in there.' + </p> + <p> + 'I houp ye will. Strive and pray. Resist the deevil. Walk in the licht. + Lippen not to yersel', but trust in Christ and his salvation.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ay, grannie.—Weel—' + </p> + <p> + 'Are ye no dune yet?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na. I'm but jist beginnin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Beginnin', are ye? Humph!' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, gin I win in there, the verra first nicht I sit doon wi' the lave + o' them, I'm gaein' to rise up an' say—that is, gin the Maister, at + the heid o' the table, disna bid me sit doon—an' say: “Brithers an' + sisters, the haill o' ye, hearken to me for ae minute; an', O Lord! gin I + say wrang, jist tak the speech frae me, and I'll sit doon dumb an' + rebukit. We're a' here by grace and no by merit, save his, as ye a' ken + better nor I can tell ye, for ye hae been langer here nor me. But it's + jist ruggin' an' rivin' at my hert to think o' them 'at's doon there. + Maybe ye can hear them. I canna. Noo, we hae nae merit, an' they hae nae + merit, an' what for are we here and them there? But we're washed clean and + innocent noo; and noo, whan there's no wyte lying upo' oursel's, it seems + to me that we micht beir some o' the sins o' them 'at hae ower mony. I + call upo' ilk ane o' ye 'at has a frien' or a neebor down yonner, to rise + up an' taste nor bite nor sup mair till we gang up a'thegither to the fut + o' the throne, and pray the Lord to lat's gang and du as the Maister did + afore 's, and beir their griefs, and cairry their sorrows doon in hell + there; gin it maybe that they may repent and get remission o' their sins, + an' come up here wi' us at the lang last, and sit doon wi' 's at this + table, a' throuw the merits o' oor Saviour Jesus Christ, at the heid o' + the table there. Amen.”' + </p> + <p> + Half ashamed of his long speech, half overcome by the feelings fighting + within him, and altogether bewildered, Robert burst out crying like a + baby, and ran out of the room—up to his own place of meditation, + where he threw himself on the floor. Shargar, who had made neither head + nor tail of it all, as he said afterwards, sat staring at Mrs. Falconer. + She rose, and going into Robert's little bedroom, closed the door, and + what she did there is not far to seek. + </p> + <p> + When she came out, she rang the bell for tea, and sent Shargar to look for + Robert. When he appeared, she was so gentle to him that it woke quite a + new sensation in him. But after tea was over, she said: + </p> + <p> + 'Noo, Robert, lat's hae nae mair o' this. Ye ken as weel 's I du that them + 'at gangs there their doom is fixed, and noething can alter 't. An' we're + not to alloo oor ain fancies to cairry 's ayont the Scripter. We hae oor + ain salvation to work oot wi' fear an' trimlin'. We hae naething to do wi' + what's hidden. Luik ye till 't 'at ye win in yersel'. That's eneuch for + you to min'.—Shargar, ye can gang to the kirk. Robert's to bide wi' + me the nicht.' + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer very rarely went to church, for she could not hear a word, + and found it irksome. + </p> + <p> + When Robert and she were alone together, + </p> + <p> + 'Laddie,' she said, 'be ye waure o' judgin' the Almichty. What luiks to + you a' wrang may be a' richt. But it's true eneuch 'at we dinna ken + a'thing; an' he's no deid yet—I dinna believe 'at he is—and + he'll maybe win in yet.' + </p> + <p> + Here her voice failed her. And Robert had nothing to say now. He had said + all his say before. + </p> + <p> + 'Pray, Robert, pray for yer father, laddie,' she resumed; 'for we hae + muckle rizzon to be anxious aboot 'im. Pray while there's life an' houp. + Gie the Lord no rist. Pray till 'im day an' nicht, as I du, that he wad + lead 'im to see the error o' his ways, an' turn to the Lord, wha's ready + to pardon. Gin yer mother had lived, I wad hae had mair houp, I confess, + for she was a braw leddy and a bonny, and that sweet-tongued! She cud hae + wiled a maukin frae its lair wi' her bonnie Hielan' speech. I never likit + to hear nane o' them speyk the Erse (Irish, that is, Gaelic), it was aye + sae gloggie and baneless; and I cudna unnerstan' ae word o' 't. Nae mair + cud yer father—hoot! yer gran'father, I mean—though his father + cud speyk it weel. But to hear yer mother—mamma, as ye used to ca' + her aye, efter the new fashion—to hear her speyk English, that was + sweet to the ear; for the braid Scotch she kent as little o' as I do o' + the Erse. It was hert's care aboot him that shortent her days. And a' + that'll be laid upo' him. He'll hae 't a' to beir an' accoont for. Och + hone! Och hone! Eh! Robert, my man, be a guid lad, an' serve the Lord wi' + a' yer hert, an' sowl, an' stren'th, an' min'; for gin ye gang wrang, yer + ain father 'll hae to beir naebody kens hoo muckle o' the wyte o' 't, for + he's dune naething to bring ye up i' the way ye suld gang, an' haud ye oot + o' the ill gait. For the sake o' yer puir father, haud ye to the richt + road. It may spare him a pang or twa i' the ill place. Eh, gin the Lord + wad only tak me, and lat him gang!' + </p> + <p> + Involuntarily and unconsciously the mother's love was adopting the hope + which she had denounced in her grandson. And Robert saw it, but he was + never the man when I knew him to push a victory. He said nothing. Only a + tear or two at the memory of the wayworn man, his recollection of whose + visit I have already recorded, rolled down his cheeks. He was at such a + distance from him!—such an impassable gulf yawned between them!—that + was the grief! Not the gulf of death, nor the gulf that divides hell from + heaven, but the gulf of abjuration by the good because of his evil ways. + His grandmother, herself weeping fast and silently, with scarce altered + countenance, took her neatly-folded handkerchief from her pocket, and + wiped her grandson's fresh cheeks, then wiped her own withered face; and + from that moment Robert knew that he loved her. + </p> + <p> + Then followed the Sabbath-evening prayer that she always offered with the + boy, whichever he was, who kept her company. They knelt down together, + side by side, in a certain corner of the room, the same, I doubt not, in + which she knelt at her private devotions, before going to bed. There she + uttered a long extempore prayer, rapid in speech, full of divinity and + Scripture-phrases, but not the less earnest and simple, for it flowed from + a heart of faith. Then Robert had to pray after her, loud in her ear, that + she might hear him thoroughly, so that he often felt as if he were praying + to her, and not to God at all. + </p> + <p> + She had begun to teach him to pray so early that the custom reached beyond + the confines of his memory. At first he had had to repeat the words after + her; but soon she made him construct his own utterances, now and then + giving him a suggestion in the form of a petition when he seemed likely to + break down, or putting a phrase into what she considered more suitable + language. But all such assistance she had given up long ago. + </p> + <p> + On the present occasion, after she had ended her petitions with those for + Jews and pagans, and especially for the 'Pop' o' Rom',' in whom with a + rare liberality she took the kindest interest, always praying God to give + him a good wife, though she knew perfectly well the marriage-creed of the + priesthood, for her faith in the hearer of prayer scorned every theory but + that in which she had herself been born and bred, she turned to Robert + with the usual 'Noo, Robert!' and Robert began. But after he had gone on + for some time with the ordinary phrases, he turned all at once into a new + track, and instead of praying in general terms for 'those that would not + walk in the right way,' said, + </p> + <p> + 'O Lord! save my father,' and there paused. + </p> + <p> + 'If it be thy will,' suggested his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + But Robert continued silent. His grandmother repeated the subjunctive + clause. + </p> + <p> + 'I'm tryin', grandmother,' said Robert, 'but I canna say 't. I daurna say + an if aboot it. It wad be like giein' in till 's damnation. We maun hae + him saved, grannie!' + </p> + <p> + 'Laddie! laddie! haud yer tongue!' said Mrs. Falconer, in a tone of + distressed awe. 'O Lord, forgie 'im. He's young and disna ken better yet. + He canna unnerstan' thy ways, nor, for that maitter, can I preten' to + unnerstan' them mysel'. But thoo art a' licht, and in thee is no darkness + at all. And thy licht comes into oor blin' een, and mak's them blinner + yet. But, O Lord, gin it wad please thee to hear oor prayer...eh! hoo we + wad praise thee! And my Andrew wad praise thee mair nor ninety and nine o' + them 'at need nae repentance.' + </p> + <p> + A long pause followed. And then the only words that would come were: 'For + Christ's sake. Amen.' + </p> + <p> + When she said that God was light, instead of concluding therefrom that he + could not do the deeds of darkness, she was driven, from a faith in the + teaching of Jonathan Edwards as implicit as that of 'any lay papist of + Loretto,' to doubt whether the deeds of darkness were not after all deeds + of light, or at least to conclude that their character depended not on + their own nature, but on who did them. + </p> + <p> + They rose from their knees, and Mrs. Falconer sat down by her fire, with + her feet on her little wooden stool, and began, as was her wont in that + household twilight, ere the lamp was lighted, to review her past life, and + follow her lost son through all conditions and circumstances to her + imaginable. And when the world to come arose before her, clad in all the + glories which her fancy, chilled by education and years, could supply, it + was but to vanish in the gloom of the remembrance of him with whom she + dared not hope to share its blessedness. This at least was how Falconer + afterwards interpreted the sudden changes from gladness to gloom which he + saw at such times on her countenance. + </p> + <p> + But while such a small portion of the universe of thought was enlightened + by the glowworm lamp of the theories she had been taught, she was not + limited for light to that feeble source. While she walked on her way, the + moon, unseen herself behind the clouds, was illuminating the whole + landscape so gently and evenly, that the glowworm being the only visible + point of radiance, to it she attributed all the light. But she felt bound + to go on believing as she had been taught; for sometimes the most original + mind has the strongest sense of law upon it, and will, in default of a + better, obey a beggarly one—only till the higher law that swallows + it up manifests itself. Obedience was as essential an element of her creed + as of that of any purest-minded monk; neither being sufficiently impressed + with this: that, while obedience is the law of the kingdom, it is of + considerable importance that that which is obeyed should be in very truth + the will of God. It is one thing, and a good thing, to do for God's sake + that which is not his will: it is another thing, and altogether a better + thing—how much better, no words can tell—to do for God's sake + that which is his will. Mrs. Falconer's submission and obedience led her + to accept as the will of God, lest she should be guilty of opposition to + him, that which it was anything but giving him honour to accept as such. + Therefore her love to God was too like the love of the slave or the dog; + too little like the love of the child, with whose obedience the Father + cannot be satisfied until he cares for his reason as the highest form of + his will. True, the child who most faithfully desires to know the inward + will or reason of the Father, will be the most ready to obey without it; + only for this obedience it is essential that the apparent command at least + be such as he can suppose attributable to the Father. Of his own self he + is bound to judge what is right, as the Lord said. Had Abraham doubted + whether it was in any case right to slay his son, he would have been + justified in doubting whether God really required it of him, and would + have been bound to delay action until the arrival of more light. True, the + will of God can never be other than good; but I doubt if any man can ever + be sure that a thing is the will of God, save by seeing into its nature + and character, and beholding its goodness. Whatever God does must be + right, but are we sure that we know what he does? That which men say he + does may be very wrong indeed. + </p> + <p> + This burden she in her turn laid upon Robert—not unkindly, but as + needful for his training towards well-being. Her way with him was shaped + after that which she recognized as God's way with her. 'Speir nae + questons, but gang an' du as ye're tellt.' And it was anything but a bad + lesson for the boy. It was one of the best he could have had—that of + authority. It is a grand thing to obey without asking questions, so long + as there is nothing evil in what is commanded. Only grannie concealed her + reasons without reason; and God makes no secrets. Hence she seemed more + stern and less sympathetic than she really was. + </p> + <p> + She sat with her feet on the little wooden stool, and Robert sat beside + her staring into the fire, till they heard the outer door open, and + Shargar and Betty come in from church. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. ROBERT'S MOTHER. + </h2> + <p> + Early on the following morning, while Mrs. Falconer, Robert, and Shargar + were at breakfast, Mr. Lammie came. He had delayed communicating the + intelligence he had received till he should be more certain of its truth. + Older than Andrew, he had been a great friend of his father, and likewise + of some of Mrs. Falconer's own family. Therefore he was received with a + kindly welcome. But there was a cloud on his brow which in a moment + revealed that his errand was not a pleasant one. + </p> + <p> + 'I haena seen ye for a lang time, Mr. Lammie. Gae butt the hoose, lads. Or + I'm thinkin' it maun be schule-time. Sit ye doon, Mr. Lammie, and lat's + hear yer news.' + </p> + <p> + 'I cam frae Aberdeen last nicht, Mistress Faukner,' he began. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye haena been hame sin' syne?' she rejoined. + </p> + <p> + 'Na. I sleepit at The Boar's Heid.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for did ye that? What gart ye be at that expense, whan ye kent I had + a bed i' the ga'le-room?' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, ye see, they're auld frien's o' mine, and I like to gang to them + whan I'm i' the gait o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, they're a fine faimily, the Miss Napers. And, I wat, sin' they maun + sell drink, they du 't wi' discretion. That's weel kent.' + </p> + <p> + Possibly Mr. Lammie, remembering what then occurred, may have thought the + discretion a little in excess of the drink, but he had other matters to + occupy him now. For a few moments both were silent. + </p> + <p> + 'There's been some ill news, they tell me, Mrs. Faukner,' he said at + length, when the silence had grown painful. + </p> + <p> + 'Humph!' returned the old lady, her face becoming stony with the effort to + suppress all emotion. 'Nae aboot Anerew?' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed is 't, mem. An' ill news, I'm sorry to say.' + </p> + <p> + 'Is he ta'en?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay is he—by a jyler that winna tyne the grup.' + </p> + <p> + 'He's no deid, John Lammie? Dinna say 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'I maun say 't, Mrs. Faukner. I had it frae Dr. Anderson, yer ain cousin. + He hintit at it afore, but his last letter leaves nae room to doobt upo' + the subjeck. I'm unco sorry to be the beirer o' sic ill news, Mrs. + Faukner, but I had nae chice.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ohone! Ohone! the day o' grace is by at last! My puir Anerew!' exclaimed + Mrs. Falconer, and sat dumb thereafter. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lammie tried to comfort her with some of the usual comfortless + commonplaces. She neither wept nor replied, but sat with stony face + staring into her lap, till, seeing that she was as one that heareth not, + he rose and left her alone with her grief. A few minutes after he was + gone, she rang the bell, and told Betty in her usual voice to send Robert + to her. + </p> + <p> + 'He's gane to the schule, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'Rin efter him, an' tell him to come hame.' + </p> + <p> + When Robert appeared, wondering what his grandmother could want with him, + she said: + </p> + <p> + 'Close the door, Robert. I canna lat ye gang to the schule the day. We + maun lea' him oot noo.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lea' wha oot, grannie?' + </p> + <p> + 'Him, him—Anerew. Yer father, laddie. I think my hert 'll brak.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lea' him oot o' what, grannie? I dinna unnerstan' ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lea' him oot o' oor prayers, laddie, and I canna bide it.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for that?' + </p> + <p> + 'He's deid.' + </p> + <p> + 'Are ye sure?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ower sure—ower sure, laddie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I dinna believe 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for that?' + </p> + <p> + ''Cause I winna believe 't. I'm no bund to believe 't, am I?' + </p> + <p> + 'What's the gude o' that? What for no believe 't? Dr. Anderson's sent hame + word o' 't to John Lammie. Och hone! och hone!' + </p> + <p> + 'I tell ye I winna believe 't, grannie, 'cep' God himsel' tells me. As + lang 's I dinna believe 'at he's deid, I can keep him i' my prayers. I'm + no gaein' to lea' him oot, I tell ye, grannie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, laddie, I canna argue wi' ye. I hae nae hert til 't. I doobt I maun + greit! Come awa'.' + </p> + <p> + She took him by the hand and rose, then let him go again, saying, + </p> + <p> + 'Sneck the door, laddie.' + </p> + <p> + Robert bolted the door, and his grandmother again taking his hand, led him + to the usual corner. There they knelt down together, and the old woman's + prayer was one great and bitter cry for submission to the divine will. She + rose a little strengthened, if not comforted, saying, + </p> + <p> + 'Ye maun pray yer lane, laddie. But oh be a guid lad, for ye're a' that I + hae left; and gin ye gang wrang tu, ye'll bring doon my gray hairs wi' + sorrow to the grave. They're gray eneuch, and they're near eneuch to the + grave, but gin ye turn oot weel, I'll maybe haud up my heid a bit yet. But + O Anerew! my son! my son! Would God I had died for thee!' + </p> + <p> + And the words of her brother in grief, the king of Israel, opened the + floodgates of her heart, and she wept. Robert left her weeping, and closed + the door quietly as if his dead father had been lying in the room. + </p> + <p> + He took his way up to his own garret, closed that door too, and sat down + upon the floor, with his back against the empty bedstead. + </p> + <p> + There were no more castles to build now. It was all very well to say that + he would not believe the news and would pray for his father, but he did + believe them—enough at least to spoil the praying. His favourite + employment, seated there, had hitherto been to imagine how he would grow a + great man, and set out to seek his father, and find him, and stand by him, + and be his son and servant. Oh! to have the man stroke his head and pat + his cheek, and love him! One moment he imagined himself his indignant + defender, the next he would be climbing on his knee, as if he were still a + little child, and laying his head on his shoulder. For he had had no + fondling his life long, and his heart yearned for it. But all this was + gone now. A dreary time lay before him, with nobody to please, nobody to + serve; with nobody to praise him. Grannie never praised him. She must have + thought praise something wicked. And his father was in misery, for ever + and ever! Only somehow that thought was not quite thinkable. It was more + the vanishing of hope from his own life than a sense of his father's fate + that oppressed him. + </p> + <p> + He cast his eyes, as in a hungry despair, around the empty room—or, + rather, I should have said, in that faintness which makes food at once + essential and loathsome; for despair has no proper hunger in it. The room + seemed as empty as his life. There was nothing for his eyes to rest upon + but those bundles and bundles of dust-browned papers on the shelves before + him. What were they all about? He understood that they were his father's: + now that he was dead, it would be no sacrilege to look at them. Nobody + cared about them. He would see at least what they were. It would be + something to do in this dreariness. + </p> + <p> + Bills and receipts, and everything ephemeral—to feel the interest of + which, a man must be a poet indeed—was all that met his view. Bundle + after bundle he tried, with no better success. But as he drew near the + middle of the second shelf, upon which they lay several rows deep, he saw + something dark behind, hurriedly displaced the packets between, and drew + forth a small workbox. His heart beat like that of the prince in the + fairy-tale, when he comes to the door of the Sleeping Beauty. This at + least must have been hers. It was a common little thing, probably a + childish possession, and kept to hold trifles worth more than they looked + to be. He opened it with bated breath. The first thing he saw was a + half-finished reel of cotton—a pirn, he called it. Beside it was a + gold thimble. He lifted the tray. A lovely face in miniature, with dark + hair and blue eyes, lay looking earnestly upward. At the lid of this + coffin those eyes had looked for so many years! The picture was set all + round with pearls in an oval ring. How Robert knew them to be pearls he + could not tell, for he did not know that he had ever seen any pearls + before, but he knew they were pearls, and that pearls had something to do + with the New Jerusalem. But the sadness of it all at length overpowered + him, and he burst out crying. For it was awfully sad that his mother's + portrait should be in his own mother's box. + </p> + <p> + He took a bit of red tape off a bundle of the papers, put it through the + eye of the setting, and hung the picture round his neck, inside his + clothes, for grannie must not see it. She would take that away as she had + taken his fiddle. He had a nameless something now for which he had been + longing for years. + </p> + <p> + Looking again in the box, he found a little bit of paper, discoloured with + antiquity, as it seemed to him, though it was not so old as himself. + Unfolding it he found written upon it a well-known hymn, and at the bottom + of the hymn, the words: 'O Lord! my heart is very sore.'—The + treasure upon Robert's bosom was no longer the symbol of a mother's love, + but of a woman's sadness, which he could not reach to comfort. In that + hour, the boy made a great stride towards manhood. Doubtless his mother's + grief had been the same as grannie's—the fear that she would lose + her husband for ever. The hourly fresh griefs from neglect and wrong did + not occur to him; only the never never more. He looked no farther, took + the portrait from his neck and replaced it with the paper, put the box + back, and walled it up in solitude once more with the dusty bundles. Then + he went down to his grandmother, sadder and more desolate than ever. + </p> + <p> + He found her seated in her usual place. Her New Testament, a large-print + octavo, lay on the table beside her unopened; for where within those + boards could she find comfort for a grief like hers? That it was the will + of God might well comfort any suffering of her own, but would it comfort + Andrew? and if there was no comfort for Andrew, how was Andrew's mother to + be comforted? + </p> + <p> + Yet God had given his first-born to save his brethren: how could he be + pleased that she should dry her tears and be comforted? True, some awful + unknown force of a necessity with which God could not cope came in to + explain it; but this did not make God more kind, for he knew it all every + time he made a man; nor man less sorrowful, for God would have his very + mother forget him, or, worse still, remember him and be happy. + </p> + <p> + 'Read a chapter till me, laddie,' she said. + </p> + <p> + Robert opened and read till he came to the words: 'I pray not for the + world.' + </p> + <p> + 'He was o' the world,' said the old woman; 'and gin Christ wadna pray for + him, what for suld I?' + </p> + <p> + Already, so soon after her son's death, would her theology begin to harden + her heart. The strife which results from believing that the higher love + demands the suppression of the lower, is the most fearful of all discords, + the absolute love slaying love—the house divided against itself; one + moment all given up for the will of Him, the next the human tenderness + rushing back in a flood. Mrs. Falconer burst into a very agony of weeping. + From that day, for many years, the name of her lost Andrew never passed + her lips in the hearing of her grandson, and certainly in that of no one + else. + </p> + <p> + But in a few weeks she was more cheerful. It is one of the mysteries of + humanity that mothers in her circumstances, and holding her creed, do + regain not merely the faculty of going on with the business of life, but, + in most cases, even cheerfulness. The infinite Truth, the Love of the + universe, supports them beyond their consciousness, coming to them like + sleep from the roots of their being, and having nothing to do with their + opinions or beliefs. And hence spring those comforting subterfuges of hope + to which they all fly. Not being able to trust the Father entirely, they + yet say: 'Who can tell what took place at the last moment? Who can tell + whether God did not please to grant them saving faith at the eleventh + hour?'—that so they might pass from the very gates of hell, the only + place for which their life had fitted them, into the bosom of love and + purity! This God could do for all: this for the son beloved of his mother + perhaps he might do! + </p> + <p> + O rebellious mother heart! dearer to God than that which beats laboriously + solemn under Genevan gown or Lutheran surplice! if thou wouldst read by + thine own large light, instead of the glimmer from the phosphorescent + brains of theologians, thou mightst even be able to understand such a + simple word as that of the Saviour, when, wishing his disciples to know + that he had a nearer regard for them as his brethren in holier danger, + than those who had not yet partaken of his light, and therefore praying + for them not merely as human beings, but as the human beings they were, he + said to his Father in their hearing: 'I pray not for the world, but for + them,'—not for the world now, but for them—a meaningless + utterance, if he never prayed for the world; a word of small meaning, if + it was not his very wont and custom to pray for the world—for men as + men. Lord Christ! not alone from the pains of hell, or of conscience—not + alone from the outer darkness of self and all that is mean and poor and + low, do we fly to thee; but from the anger that arises within us at the + wretched words spoken in thy name, at the degradation of thee and of thy + Father in the mouths of those that claim especially to have found thee, do + we seek thy feet. Pray thou for them also, for they know not what they do. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. MARY ST. JOHN. + </h2> + <p> + After this, day followed day in calm, dull progress. Robert did not care + for the games through which his school-fellows forgot the little they had + to forget, and had therefore few in any sense his companions. So he passed + his time out of school in the society of his grandmother and Shargar, + except that spent in the garret, and the few hours a week occupied by the + lessons of the shoemaker. For he went on, though half-heartedly, with + those lessons, given now upon Sandy's redeemed violin which he called his + old wife, and made a little progress even, as we sometimes do when we + least think it. + </p> + <p> + He took more and more to brooding in the garret; and as more questions + presented themselves for solution, he became more anxious to arrive at the + solution, and more uneasy as he failed in satisfying himself that he had + arrived at it; so that his brain, which needed quiet for the true + formation of its substance, as a cooling liquefaction or an evaporating + solution for the just formation of its crystals, became in danger of + settling into an abnormal arrangement of the cellular deposits. + </p> + <p> + I believe that even the new-born infant is, in some of his moods, already + grappling with the deepest metaphysical problems, in forms infinitely too + rudimental for the understanding of the grown philosopher—as far, in + fact, removed from his ken on the one side, that of intelligential + beginning, the germinal subjective, as his abstrusest speculations are + from the final solutions of absolute entity on the other. If this be the + case, it is no wonder that at Robert's age the deepest questions of his + coming manhood should be in active operation, although so surrounded with + the yoke of common belief and the shell of accredited authority, that the + embryo faith, which in minds like his always takes the form of doubt, + could not be defined any more than its existence could be disproved. I + have given a hint at the tendency of his mind already, in the fact that + one of the most definite inquiries to which he had yet turned his thoughts + was, whether God would have mercy upon a repentant devil. An ordinary + puzzle had been—if his father were to marry again, and it should + turn out after all that his mother was not dead, what was his father to + do? But this was over now. A third was, why, when he came out of church, + sunshine always made him miserable, and he felt better able to be good + when it rained or snowed hard. I might mention the inquiry whether it was + not possible somehow to elude the omniscience of God; but that is a common + question with thoughtful children, and indicates little that is + characteristic of the individual. That he puzzled himself about the + perpetual motion may pass for little likewise; but one thing which is + worth mentioning, for indeed it caused him considerable distress, was, + that in reading the Paradise Lost he could not help sympathizing with + Satan, and feeling—I do not say thinking—that the Almighty was + pompous, scarcely reasonable, and somewhat revengeful. + </p> + <p> + He was recognized amongst his school-fellows as remarkable for his love of + fair-play; so much so, that he was their constant referee. Add to this + that, notwithstanding his sympathy with Satan, he almost invariably sided + with his master, in regard of any angry reflection or seditious movement, + and even when unjustly punished himself, the occasional result of a + certain backwardness in self-defence, never showed any resentment—a + most improbable statement, I admit, but nevertheless true—and I + think the rest of his character may be left to the gradual dawn of its + historical manifestation. + </p> + <p> + He had long ere this discovered who the angel was that had appeared to him + at the top of the stair upon that memorable night; but he could hardly yet + say that he had seen her; for, except one dim glimpse he had had of her at + the window as he passed in the street, she had not appeared to him save in + the vision of that night. During the whole winter she scarcely left the + house, partly from the state of her health, affected by the sudden change + to a northern climate, partly from the attention required by her aunt, to + aid in nursing whom she had left the warmer south. Indeed, it was only to + return the visits of a few of Mrs. Forsyth's chosen, that she had crossed + the threshold at all; and those visits were paid at a time when all such + half-grown inhabitants as Robert were gathered under the leathery wing of + Mr. Innes. + </p> + <p> + But long before the winter was over, Rothieden had discovered that the + stranger, the English lady, Mary St. John, outlandish, almost heathenish + as her lovely name sounded in its ears, had a power as altogether strange + and new as her name. For she was not only an admirable performer on the + pianoforte, but such a simple enthusiast in music, that the man must have + had no music or little heart in him in whom her playing did not move all + that there was of the deepest. + </p> + <p> + Occasionally there would be quite a small crowd gathered at night by the + window of Mrs. Forsyth's drawing-room, which was on the ground-floor, + listening to music such as had never before been heard in Rothieden. More + than once, when Robert had not found Sandy Elshender at home on the + lesson-night, and had gone to seek him, he had discovered him lying in + wait, like a fowler, to catch the sweet sounds that flew from the opened + cage of her instrument. He leaned against the wall with his ear laid over + the edge, and as near the window as he dared to put it, his rough face, + gnarled and blotched, and hirsute with the stubble of neglected beard—his + whole ursine face transfigured by the passage of the sweet sounds through + his chaotic brain, which they swept like the wind of God, when of old it + moved on the face of the waters that clothed the void and formless world. + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer tongue!' he would say in a hoarse whisper, when Robert sought to + attract his attention; 'haud yer tongue, man, and hearken. Gin yon bonny + leddy 'at yer grannie keeps lockit up i' the aumry war to tak to the + piano, that's jist hoo she wad play. Lord, man! pit yer sowl i' yer lugs, + an' hearken.' + </p> + <p> + The soutar was all wrong in this; for if old Mr. Falconer's violin had + taken woman-shape, it would have been that of a slight, worn, swarthy + creature, with wild black eyes, great and restless, a voice like a bird's, + and thin fingers that clawed the music out of the wires like the quills of + the old harpsichord; not that of Mary St. John, who was tall, and could + not help being stately, was large and well-fashioned, as full of repose as + Handel's music, with a contralto voice to make you weep, and eyes that + would have seemed but for their maidenliness to be always ready to fold + you in their lucid gray depths. + </p> + <p> + Robert stared at the soutar, doubting at first whether he had not been + drinking. But the intoxication of music produces such a different + expression from that of drink, that Robert saw at once that if he had + indeed been drinking, at least the music had got above the drink. As long + as the playing went on, Elshender was not to be moved from the window. + </p> + <p> + But to many of the people of Rothieden the music did not recommend the + musician; for every sort of music, except the most unmusical of + psalm-singing, was in their minds of a piece with 'dancin' an' + play-actin', an' ither warldly vainities an' abominations.' And Robert, + being as yet more capable of melody than harmony, grudged to lose a lesson + on Sandy's 'auld wife o' a fiddle' for any amount of Miss St. John's + playing. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. ERIC ERICSON. + </h2> + <p> + One gusty evening—it was of the last day in March—Robert well + remembered both the date and the day—a bleak wind was driving up the + long street of the town, and Robert was standing looking out of one of the + windows in the gable-room. The evening was closing into night. He hardly + knew how he came to be there, but when he thought about it he found it was + play-Wednesday, and that he had been all the half-holiday trying one thing + after another to interest himself withal, but in vain. He knew nothing + about east winds; but not the less did this dreary wind of the dreary + March world prove itself upon his soul. For such a wind has a shadow wind + along with it, that blows in the minds of men. There was nothing genial, + no growth in it. It killed, and killed most dogmatically. But it is an ill + wind that blows nobody good. Even an east wind must bear some blessing on + its ugly wings. And as Robert looked down from the gable, the wind was + blowing up the street before it half-a-dozen footfaring students from + Aberdeen, on their way home at the close of the session, probably to the + farm-labours of the spring. + </p> + <p> + This was a glad sight, as that of the returning storks in Denmark. Robert + knew where they would put up, sought his cap, and went out. His + grandmother never objected to his going to see Miss Napier; it was in her + house that the weary men would this night rest. + </p> + <p> + It was not without reason that Lord Rothie had teased his hostess about + receiving foot-passengers, for to such it was her invariable custom to + make some civil excuse, sending Meg or Peggy to show them over the way to + the hostelry next in rank, a proceeding recognized by the inferior hostess + as both just and friendly, for the good woman never thought of measuring + The Star against The Boar's Head. More than one comical story had been the + result of this law of The Boar's Head, unalterable almost as that of the + Medes and Persians. I say almost, for to one class of the footfaring + community the official ice about the hearts of the three women did thaw, + yielding passage to a full river of hospitality and generosity; and that + was the class to which these wayfarers belonged. + </p> + <p> + Well may Scotland rejoice in her universities, for whatever may be said + against their system—I have no complaint to make—they are + divine in their freedom: men who follow the plough in the spring and reap + the harvest in the autumn, may, and often do, frequent their sacred + precincts when the winter comes—so fierce, yet so welcome—so + severe, yet so blessed—opening for them the doors to yet harder toil + and yet poorer fare. I fear, however, that of such there will be fewer and + fewer, seeing one class which supplied a portion of them has almost + vanished from the country—that class which was its truest, simplest, + and noblest strength—that class which at one time rendered it + something far other than ridicule to say that Scotland was pre-eminently a + God-fearing nation—I mean the class of cottars. + </p> + <p> + Of this class were some of the footfaring company. But there were others + of more means than the men of this lowly origin, who either could not + afford to travel by the expensive coaches, or could find none to + accommodate them. Possibly some preferred to walk. However this may have + been, the various groups which at the beginning and close of the session + passed through Rothieden weary and footsore, were sure of a hearty welcome + at The Boar's Head. And much the men needed it. Some of them would have + walked between one and two hundred miles before completing their journey. + </p> + <p> + Robert made a circuit, and, fleet of foot, was in Miss Napier's parlour + before the travellers made their appearance on the square. When they + knocked at the door, Miss Letty herself went and opened it. + </p> + <p> + 'Can ye tak 's in, mem?' was on the lips of their spokesman, but Miss + Letty had the first word. + </p> + <p> + 'Come in, come in, gentlemen. This is the first o' ye, and ye're the mair + welcome. It's like seein' the first o' the swallows. An' sic a day as ye + hae had for yer lang traivel!' she went on, leading the way to her + sister's parlour, and followed by all the students, of whom the one that + came hindmost was the most remarkable of the group—at the same time + the most weary and downcast. + </p> + <p> + Miss Napier gave them a similar welcome, shaking hands with every one of + them. She knew them all but the last. To him she involuntarily showed a + more formal respect, partly from his appearance, and partly that she had + never seen him before. The whisky-bottle was brought out, and all partook, + save still the last. Miss Lizzie went to order their supper. + </p> + <p> + 'Noo, gentlemen,' said Miss Letty, 'wad ony o' ye like to gang an' change + yer hose, and pit on a pair o' slippers?' + </p> + <p> + Several declined, saying they would wait until they had had their supper; + the roads had been quite dry, &c., &c. One said he would, and + another said his feet were blistered. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot awa'!' <a href="#note-2" name="noteref-2" id="noteref-2"><small>2</small></a> + exclaimed Miss Letty.—'Here, Peggy!' she cried, going to the door; + 'tak a pail o' het watter up to the chackit room. Jist ye gang up, Mr. + Cameron, and Peggy 'll see to yer feet.—Noo, sir, will ye gang to + yer room an' mak yersel' comfortable?—jist as gin ye war at hame, + for sae ye are.' + </p> + <p> + She addressed the stranger thus. He replied in a low indifferent tone, + </p> + <p> + 'No, thank you; I must be off again directly.' + </p> + <p> + He was from Caithness, and talked no Scotch. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, sir, ye'll do naething o' the kin'. Here ye s' bide, tho' I suld + lock the door.' + </p> + <p> + 'Come, come, Ericson, none o' your nonsense!' said one of his fellows. 'Ye + ken yer feet are sae blistered ye can hardly put ane by the ither.—It + was a' we cud du, mem, to get him alang the last mile.' + </p> + <p> + 'That s' be my business, than,' concluded Miss Letty. + </p> + <p> + She left the room, and returning in a few minutes, said, as a matter of + course, but with authority, + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Ericson, ye maun come wi' me.' + </p> + <p> + Then she hesitated a little. Was it maidenliness in the waning woman of + five-and-forty? It was, I believe; for how can a woman always remember how + old she is? If ever there was a young soul in God's world, it was Letty + Napier. And the young man was tall and stately as a Scandinavian chief, + with a look of command, tempered with patient endurance, in his eagle + face, for he was more like an eagle than any other creature, and in his + countenance signs of suffering. Miss Letty seeing this, was moved, and her + heart swelled, and she grew conscious and shy, and turning to Robert, + said, + </p> + <p> + 'Come up the stair wi' 's, Robert; I may want ye.' + </p> + <p> + Robert jumped to his feet. His heart too had been yearning towards the + stranger. + </p> + <p> + As if yielding to the inevitable, Ericson rose and followed Miss Letty. + But when they had reached the room, and the door was shut behind them, and + Miss Letty pointed to a chair beside which stood a little wooden tub full + of hot water, saying, 'Sit ye doon there, Mr. Ericson,' he drew himself + up, all but his graciously-bowed head, and said, + </p> + <p> + 'Ma'am, I must tell you that I followed the rest in here from the very + stupidity of weariness. I have not a shilling in my pocket.' + </p> + <p> + 'God bless me!' said Miss Letty—and God did bless her, I am sure—'we + maun see to the feet first. What wad ye du wi' a shillin' gin ye had it? + Wad ye clap ane upo' ilka blister?' + </p> + <p> + Ericson burst out laughing, and sat down. But still he hesitated. + </p> + <p> + 'Aff wi' yer shune, sir. Duv ye think I can wash yer feet throu ben' + leather?' said Miss Letty, not disdaining to advance her fingers to a + shoe-tie. + </p> + <p> + 'But I'm ashamed. My stockings are all in holes.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, ye s' get a clean pair to put on the morn, an' I'll darn them 'at + ye hae on, gin they be worth darnin', afore ye gang—an' what are ye + sae camstairie (unmanageable) for? A body wad think ye had a clo'en fit in + ilk ane o' thae bits o' shune o' yours. I winna promise to please yer + mither wi' my darnin' though.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have no mother to find fault with it,' said Ericson. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, a sister's waur.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have no sister, either.' + </p> + <p> + This was too much for Miss Letty. She could keep up the bravado of humour + no longer. She fairly burst out crying. In a moment more the shoes and + stockings were off, and the blisters in the hot water. Miss Letty's tears + dropped into the tub, and the salt in them did not hurt the feet with + which she busied herself, more than was necessary, to hide them. + </p> + <p> + But no sooner had she recovered herself than she resumed her former tone. + </p> + <p> + 'A shillin'! said ye? An' a' thae greedy gleds (kites) o' professors to + pay, that live upo' the verra blude and banes o' sair-vroucht students! + Hoo cud ye hae a shillin' ower? Troth, it's nae wonner ye haena ane left. + An' a' the merchan's there jist leevin' upo' ye! Lord hae a care o' 's! + sic bonnie feet!—Wi' blisters I mean. I never saw sic a sicht o' raw + puddin's in my life. Ye're no fit to come doon the stair again.' + </p> + <p> + All the time she was tenderly washing and bathing the weary feet. When she + had dressed them and tied them up, she took the tub of water and carried + it away, but turned at the door. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye'll jist mak up yer min' to bide a twa three days,' she said; 'for thae + feet cudna bide to be carried, no to say to carry a weicht like you. + There's naebody to luik for ye, ye ken. An' ye're no to come doon the + nicht. I'll sen' up yer supper. And Robert there 'll bide and keep ye + company.' + </p> + <p> + She vanished; and a moment after, Peggy appeared with a salamander—that + is a huge poker, ending not in a point, but a red-hot ace of spades—which + she thrust between the bars of the grate, into the heart of a nest of + brushwood. Presently a cheerful fire illuminated the room. + </p> + <p> + Ericson was seated on one chair, with his feet on another, his head sunk + on his bosom, and his eyes thinking. There was something about him almost + as powerfully attractive to Robert as it had been to Miss Letty. So he sat + gazing at him, and longing for a chance of doing something for him. He had + reverence already, and some love, but he had never felt at all as he felt + towards this man. Nor was it as the Chinese puzzlers called Scotch + metaphysicians, might have represented it—a combination of love and + reverence. It was the recognition of the eternal brotherhood between him + and one nobler than himself—hence a lovely eager worship. + </p> + <p> + Seeing Ericson look about him as if he wanted something, Robert started to + his feet. + </p> + <p> + 'Is there onything ye want, Mr. Ericson?' he said, with service standing + in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + 'A small bundle I think I brought up with me,' replied the youth. + </p> + <p> + It was not there. Robert rushed down-stairs, and returned with it—a + nightshirt and a hairbrush or so, tied up in a blue cotton handkerchief. + This was all that Robert was able to do for Ericson that evening. + </p> + <p> + He went home and dreamed about him. He called at The Boar's Head the next + morning before going to school, but Ericson was not yet up. When he called + again as soon as morning school was over, he found that they had persuaded + him to keep his bed, but Miss Letty took him up to his room. He looked + better, was pleased to see Robert, and spoke to him kindly. Twice yet + Robert called to inquire after him that day, and once more he saw him, for + he took his tea up to him. + </p> + <p> + The next day Ericson was much better, received Robert with a smile, and + went out with him for a stroll, for all his companions were gone, and of + some students who had arrived since he did not know any. Robert took him + to his grandmother, who received him with stately kindness. Then they went + out again, and passed the windows of Captain Forsyth's house. Mary St. + John was playing. They stood for a moment, almost involuntarily, to + listen. She ceased. + </p> + <p> + 'That's the music of the spheres,' said Ericson, in a low voice, as they + moved on. + </p> + <p> + 'Will you tell me what that means?' asked Robert. 'I've come upon 't ower + an' ower in Milton.' + </p> + <p> + Thereupon Ericson explained to him what Pythagoras had taught about the + stars moving in their great orbits with sounds of awful harmony, too + grandly loud for the human organ to vibrate in response to their music—hence + unheard of men. And Ericson spoke as if he believed it. But after he had + spoken, his face grew sadder than ever; and, as if to change the subject, + he said, abruptly, + </p> + <p> + 'What a fine old lady your grandmother is, Robert!' + </p> + <p> + 'Is she?' returned Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I don't mean to say she's like Miss Letty,' said Ericson. 'She's an + angel!' + </p> + <p> + A long pause followed. Robert's thoughts went roaming in their usual + haunts. + </p> + <p> + 'Do you think, Mr. Ericson,' he said, at length, taking up the old + question still floating unanswered in his mind, 'do you think if a devil + was to repent God would forgive him?' + </p> + <p> + Ericson turned and looked at him. Their eyes met. The youth wondered at + the boy. He had recognized in him a younger brother, one who had begun to + ask questions, calling them out into the deaf and dumb abyss of the + universe. + </p> + <p> + 'If God was as good as I would like him to be, the devils themselves would + repent,' he said, turning away. + </p> + <p> + Then he turned again, and looking down upon Robert like a sorrowful eagle + from a crag over its harried nest, said, + </p> + <p> + 'If I only knew that God was as good as—that woman, I should die + content.' + </p> + <p> + Robert heard words of blasphemy from the mouth of an angel, but his + respect for Ericson compelled a reply. + </p> + <p> + 'What woman, Mr. Ericson?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'I mean Miss Letty, of course.' + </p> + <p> + 'But surely ye dinna think God's nae as guid as she is? Surely he's as + good as he can be. He is good, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, yes. They say so. And then they tell you something about him that + isn't good, and go on calling him good all the same. But calling anybody + good doesn't make him good, you know.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then ye dinna believe 'at God is good, Mr. Ericson?' said Robert, choking + with a strange mingling of horror and hope. + </p> + <p> + 'I didn't say that, my boy. But to know that God was good, and fair, and + kind—heartily, I mean, not half-ways, and with ifs and buts—my + boy, there would be nothing left to be miserable about.' + </p> + <p> + In a momentary flash of thought, Robert wondered whether this might not be + his old friend, the repentant angel, sent to earth as a man, that he might + have a share in the redemption, and work out his own salvation. And from + this very moment the thoughts about God that had hitherto been moving in + formless solution in his mind began slowly to crystallize. + </p> + <p> + The next day, Eric Ericson, not without a piece in ae pouch and money in + another, took his way home, if home it could be called where neither + father, mother, brother, nor sister awaited his return. For a season + Robert saw him no more. + </p> + <p> + As often as his name was mentioned, Miss Letty's eyes would grow hazy, and + as often she would make some comical remark. + </p> + <p> + 'Puir fallow!' she would say, 'he was ower lang-leggit for this warld.' + </p> + <p> + Or again: + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, he was a braw chield. But he canna live. His feet's ower sma'.' + </p> + <p> + Or yet again: + </p> + <p> + 'Saw ye ever sic a gowk, to mak sic a wark aboot sittin' doon an' haein' + his feet washed, as gin that cost a body onything!' + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. MR. LAMMIE'S FARM. + </h2> + <p> + One of the first warm mornings in the beginning of summer, the boy woke + early, and lay awake, as was his custom, thinking. The sun, in all the + indescribable purity of its morning light, had kindled a spot of + brilliance just about where his grannie's head must be lying asleep in its + sad thoughts, on the opposite side of the partition. + </p> + <p> + He lay looking at the light. There came a gentle tapping at his window. A + long streamer of honeysuckle, not yet in blossom, but alive with the life + of the summer, was blown by the air of the morning against his + window-pane, as if calling him to get up and look out. He did get up and + look out. + </p> + <p> + But he started back in such haste that he fell against the side of his + bed. Within a few yards of his window, bending over a bush, was the + loveliest face he had ever seen—the only face, in fact, he had ever + yet felt to be beautiful. For the window looked directly into the garden + of the next house: its honeysuckle tapped at his window, its sweet-peas + grew against his window-sill. It was the face of the angel of that night; + but how different when illuminated by the morning sun from then, when + lighted up by a chamber-candle! The first thought that came to him was the + half-ludicrous, all-fantastic idea of the shoemaker about his + grandfather's violin being a woman. A vaguest dream-vision of her having + escaped from his grandmother's aumrie (store-closet), and wandering free + amidst the wind and among the flowers, crossed his mind before he had + recovered sufficiently from his surprise to prevent Fancy from cutting any + more of those too ridiculous capers in which she indulged at will in + sleep, and as often besides as she can get away from the spectacles of old + Grannie Judgment. + </p> + <p> + But the music of her revelation was not that of the violin; and Robert + vaguely felt this, though he searched no further for a fitting instrument + to represent her. If he had heard the organ indeed!—but he knew no + instrument save the violin: the piano he had only heard through the + window. For a few moments her face brooded over the bush, and her long, + finely-modelled fingers travelled about it as if they were creating a + flower upon it—probably they were assisting the birth or blowing of + some beauty—and then she raised herself with a lingering look, and + vanished from the field of the window. + </p> + <p> + But ever after this, when the evening grew dark, Robert would steal out of + the house, leaving his book open by his grannie's lamp, that its patient + expansion might seem to say, 'He will come back presently,' and dart round + the corner with quick quiet step, to hear if Miss St. John was playing. If + she was not, he would return to the Sabbath stillness of the parlour, + where his grandmother sat meditating or reading, and Shargar sat brooding + over the freedom of the old days ere Mrs. Falconer had begun to reclaim + him. There he would seat himself once more at his book—to rise again + ere another hour had gone by, and hearken yet again at her window whether + the stream might not be flowing now. If he found her at her instrument he + would stand listening in earnest delight, until the fear of being missed + drove him in: this secret too might be discovered, and this enchantress + too sent, by the decree of his grandmother, into the limbo of vanities. + Thus strangely did his evening life oscillate between the two peaceful + negations of grannie's parlour and the vital gladness of the unknown + lady's window. And skilfully did he manage his retreats and returns, + curtailing his absences with such moderation that, for a long time, they + awoke no suspicion in the mind of his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + I suspect myself that the old lady thought he had gone to his prayers in + the garret. And I believe she thought that he was praying for his dead + father; with which most papistical, and, therefore, most unchristian + observance, she yet dared not interfere, because she expected Robert to + defend himself triumphantly with the simple assertion that he did not + believe his father was dead. Possibly the mother was not sorry that her + poor son should be prayed for, in case he might be alive after all, though + she could no longer do so herself—not merely dared not, but + persuaded herself that she would not. Robert, however, was convinced + enough, and hopeless enough, by this time, and had even less temptation to + break the twentieth commandment by praying for the dead, than his + grandmother had; for with all his imaginative outgoings after his father, + his love to him was as yet, compared to that father's mother's, 'as + moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar would glance up at him with a queer look as he came in from these + excursions, drop his head over his task again, look busy and miserable, + and all would glide on as before. + </p> + <p> + When the first really summer weather came, Mr. Lammie one day paid Mrs. + Falconer a second visit. He had not been able to get over the remembrance + of the desolation in which he had left her. But he could do nothing for + her, he thought, till it was warm weather. He was accompanied by his + daughter, a woman approaching the further verge of youth, bulky and + florid, and as full of tenderness as her large frame could hold. After + much, and, for a long time, apparently useless persuasion, they at last + believed they had prevailed upon her to pay them a visit for a fortnight. + But she had only retreated within another of her defences. + </p> + <p> + 'I canna leave thae twa laddies alane. They wad be up to a' mischeef.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's Betty to luik efter them,' suggested Miss Lammie. + </p> + <p> + 'Betty!' returned Mrs. Falconer, with scorn. 'Betty's naething but a bairn + hersel'—muckler and waur faured (worse favoured).' + </p> + <p> + 'But what for shouldna ye fess the lads wi' ye?' suggested Mr. Lammie. + </p> + <p> + 'I hae no richt to burden you wi' them.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I hae aften wonnert what gart ye burden yersel' wi' that Shargar, + as I understan' they ca' him,' said Mr. Lammie. + </p> + <p> + 'Jist naething but a bit o' greed,' returned the old lady, with the + nearest approach to a smile that had shown itself upon her face since Mr. + Lammie's last visit. + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna understan' that, Mistress Faukner,' said Miss Lammie. + </p> + <p> + 'I'm sae sure o' haein' 't back again, ye ken,—wi' interest,' + returned Mrs. Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo's that? His father winna con ye ony thanks for haudin' him in life.' + </p> + <p> + 'He that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord, ye ken, Miss Lammie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Atweel, gin ye like to lippen to that bank, nae doobt ae way or anither + it'll gang to yer accoont,' said Miss Lammie. + </p> + <p> + 'It wad ill become us, ony gait,' said her father, 'nae to gie him shelter + for your sake, Mrs. Faukner, no to mention ither names, sin' it's yer wull + to mak the puir lad ane o' the family.—They say his ain mither's run + awa' an' left him.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed she's dune that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Can ye mak onything o' 'im?' + </p> + <p> + 'He's douce eneuch. An' Robert says he does nae that ill at the schuil.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, jist fess him wi' ye. We'll hae some place or ither to put him + intil, gin it suld be only a shak'-doon upo' the flure.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na. There's the schuilin'—what's to be dune wi' that?' + </p> + <p> + 'They can gang i' the mornin', and get their denner wi' Betty here; and + syne come hame to their fower-hoors (four o'clock tea) whan the schule's + ower i' the efternune. 'Deed, mem, ye maun jist come for the sake o' the + auld frien'ship atween the faimilies.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, gin it maun be sae, it maun be sae,' yielded Mrs. Falconer, with a + sigh. + </p> + <p> + She had not left her own house for a single night for ten years. Nor is it + likely she would have now given in, for immovableness was one of the most + marked of her characteristics, had she not been so broken by mental + suffering, that she did not care much about anything, least of all about + herself. + </p> + <p> + Innumerable were the instructions in propriety of behaviour which she gave + the boys in prospect of this visit. The probability being that they would + behave just as well as at home, these instructions were considerably + unnecessary, for Mrs. Falconer was a strict enforcer of all social rules. + Scarcely less unnecessary were the directions she gave as to the conduct + of Betty, who received them all in erect submission, with her hands under + her apron. She ought to have been a young girl instead of an elderly + woman, if there was any propriety in the way her mistress spoke to her. It + proved at least her own belief in the description she had given of her to + Miss Lammie. + </p> + <p> + 'Noo, Betty, ye maun be dooce. An' dinna stan' at the door i' the + gloamin'. An' dinna stan' claikin' an' jawin' wi' the ither lasses whan ye + gang to the wall for watter. An' whan ye gang intil a chop, dinna hae them + sayin' ahint yer back, as sune's yer oot again, “She's her ain mistress by + way o',” or sic like. An' min' ye hae worship wi' yersel', whan I'm nae + here to hae 't wi' ye. Ye can come benn to the parlour gin ye like. An' + there's my muckle Testament. And dinna gie the lads a' thing they want. + Gie them plenty to ait, but no ower muckle. Fowk suld aye lea' aff wi' an + eppiteet.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lammie brought his gig at last, and took grannie away to Bodyfauld. + When the boys returned from school at the dinner-hour, it was to exult in + a freedom which Robert had never imagined before. But even he could not + know what a relief it was to Shargar to eat without the awfully calm eyes + of Mrs. Falconer watching, as it seemed to him, the progress of every + mouthful down that capacious throat of his. The old lady would have been + shocked to learn how the imagination of the ill-mothered lad interpreted + her care over him, but she would not have been surprised to know that the + two were merry in her absence. She knew that, in some of her own moods, it + would be a relief to think that that awful eye of God was not upon her. + But she little thought that even in the lawless proceedings about to + follow, her Robert, who now felt such a relief in her absence, would be + walking straight on, though blindly, towards a sunrise of faith, in which + he would know that for the eye of his God to turn away from him for one + moment would be the horror of the outer darkness. + </p> + <p> + Merriment, however, was not in Robert's thoughts, and still less was + mischief. For the latter, whatever his grandmother might think, he had no + capacity. The world was already too serious, and was soon to be too + beautiful for mischief. After that, it would be too sad, and then, + finally, until death, too solemn glad. The moment he heard of his + grandmother's intended visit, one wild hope and desire and intent had + arisen within him. + </p> + <p> + When Betty came to the parlour door to lay the cloth for their dinner, she + found it locked. + </p> + <p> + 'Open the door!' she cried, but cried in vain. From impatience she passed + to passion; but it was of no avail: there came no more response than from + the shrine of the deaf Baal. For to the boys it was an opportunity not at + any risk to be lost. Dull Betty never suspected what they were about. They + were ranging the place like two tiger-cats whose whelps had been carried + off in their absence—questing, with nose to earth and tail in air, + for the scent of their enemy. My simile has carried me too far: it was + only a dead old gentleman's violin that a couple of boys was after—but + with what eagerness, and, on the part of Robert, what alternations of hope + and fear! And Shargar was always the reflex of Robert, so far as Shargar + could reflect Robert. Sometimes Robert would stop, stand still in the + middle of the room, cast a mathematical glance of survey over its cubic + contents, and then dart off in another inwardly suggested direction of + search. Shargar, on the other hand, appeared to rummage blindly without a + notion of casting the illumination of thought upon the field of search. + Yet to him fell the success. When hope was growing dim, after an hour and + a half of vain endeavour, a scream of utter discordance heralded the + resurrection of the lady of harmony. Taught by his experience of his wild + mother's habits to guess at those of douce Mrs. Falconer, Shargar had + found the instrument in her bed at the foot, between the feathers and the + mattress. For one happy moment Shargar was the benefactor, and Robert the + grateful recipient of favour. Nor, I do believe, was this thread of the + still thickening cable that bound them ever forgotten: broken it could not + be. + </p> + <p> + Robert drew the recovered treasure from its concealment, opened the case + with trembling eagerness, and was stooping, with one hand on the neck of + the violin, and the other on the bow, to lift them from it, when Shargar + stopped him. + </p> + <p> + His success had given him such dignity, that for once he dared to act from + himself. + </p> + <p> + 'Betty 'll hear ye,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'What care I for Betty? She daurna tell. I ken hoo to manage her.' + </p> + <p> + 'But wadna 't be better 'at she didna ken?' + </p> + <p> + 'She's sure to fin' oot whan she mak's the bed. She turns 't ower and ower + jist like a muckle tyke (dog) worryin' a rottan (rat).' + </p> + <p> + 'De'il a bit o' her s' be a hair wiser! Ye dinna play tunes upo' the + boxie, man.' + </p> + <p> + Robert caught at the idea. He lifted the 'bonny leddy' from her coffin; + and while he was absorbed in the contemplation of her risen beauty, + Shargar laid his hands on Boston's Four-fold State, the torment of his + life on the Sunday evenings which it was his turn to spend with Mrs. + Falconer, and threw it as an offering to the powers of Hades into the + case, which he then buried carefully, with the feather-bed for mould, the + blankets for sod, and the counterpane studiously arranged for stone, over + it. He took heed, however, not to let Robert know of the substitution of + Boston for the fiddle, because he knew Robert could not tell a lie. + Therefore, when he murmured over the volume some of its own words which he + had read the preceding Sunday, it was in a quite inaudible whisper: 'Now + is it good for nothing but to cumber the ground, and furnish fuel for + Tophet.' + </p> + <p> + Robert must now hide the violin better than his grannie had done, while at + the same time it was a more delicate necessity, seeing it had lost its + shell, and he shrunk from putting her in the power of the shoemaker again. + It cost him much trouble to fix on the place that was least unsuitable. + First he put it into the well of the clock-case, but instantly bethought + him what the awful consequence would be if one of the weights should fall + from the gradual decay of its cord. He had heard of such a thing + happening. Then he would put it into his own place of dreams and + meditations. But what if Betty should take a fancy to change her bed? or + some friend of his grannie's should come to spend the night? How would the + bonny leddy like it? What a risk she would run! If he put her under the + bed, the mice would get at her strings—nay, perhaps, knaw a hole + right through her beautiful body. On the top of the clock, the brass eagle + with outspread wings might scratch her, and there was not space to conceal + her. At length he concluded—wrapped her in a piece of paper, and + placed her on the top of the chintz tester of his bed, where there was + just room between it and the ceiling: that would serve till he bore her to + some better sanctuary. In the meantime she was safe, and the boy was the + blessedest boy in creation. + </p> + <p> + These things done, they were just in the humour to have a lark with Betty. + So they unbolted the door, rang the bell, and when Betty appeared, + red-faced and wrathful, asked her very gravely and politely whether they + were not going to have some dinner before they went back to school: they + had now but twenty minutes left. Betty was so dumfoundered with their + impudence that she could not say a word. She did make haste with the + dinner, though, and revealed her indignation only in her manner of putting + the things on the table. As the boys left her, Robert contented himself + with the single hint: + </p> + <p> + 'Betty, Bodyfauld 's i' the perris o' Kettledrum. Min' ye that.' + </p> + <p> + Betty glowered and said nothing. + </p> + <p> + But the delight of the walk of three miles over hill and dale and moor and + farm to Mr. Lammie's! The boys, if not as wild as colts—that is, as + wild as most boys would have been—were only the more deeply excited. + That first summer walk, with a goal before them, in all the freshness of + the perfecting year, was something which to remember in after days was to + Falconer nothing short of ecstasy. The westering sun threw long shadows + before them as they trudged away eastward, lightly laden with the books + needful for the morrow's lessons. Once beyond the immediate purlieus of + the town and the various plots of land occupied by its inhabitants, they + crossed a small river, and entered upon a region of little hills, some + covered to the top with trees, chiefly larch, others cultivated, and some + bearing only heather, now nursing in secret its purple flame for the + outburst of the autumn. The road wound between, now swampy and worn into + deep ruts, now sandy and broken with large stones. Down to its edge would + come the dwarfed oak, or the mountain ash, or the silver birch, single and + small, but lovely and fresh; and now green fields, fenced with walls of + earth as green as themselves, or of stones overgrown with moss, would + stretch away on both sides, sprinkled with busily-feeding cattle. Now they + would pass through a farm-steading, perfumed with the breath of cows, and + the odour of burning peat—so fragrant! though not yet so grateful to + the inner sense as it would be when encountered in after years and in + foreign lands. For the smell of burning and the smell of earth are the + deepest underlying sensuous bonds of the earth's unity, and the common + brotherhood of them that dwell thereon. Now the scent of the larches would + steal from the hill, or the wind would waft the odour of the white clover, + beloved of his grandmother, to Robert's nostrils, and he would turn aside + to pull her a handful. Then they clomb a high ridge, on the top of which + spread a moorland, dreary and desolate, brightened by nothing save 'the + canna's hoary beard' waving in the wind, and making it look even more + desolate from the sympathy they felt with the forsaken grass. This + crossed, they descended between young plantations of firs and rowan-trees + and birches, till they reached a warm house on the side of the slope, with + farm-offices and ricks of corn and hay all about it, the front overgrown + with roses and honeysuckle, and a white-flowering plant unseen of their + eyes hitherto, and therefore full of mystery. From the open kitchen door + came the smell of something good. But beyond all to Robert was the welcome + of Miss Lammie, whose small fat hand closed upon his like a very + love-pudding, after partaking of which even his grandmother's stately + reception, followed immediately by the words 'Noo be dooce,' could not + chill the warmth in his bosom. + </p> + <p> + I know but one writer whose pen would have been able worthily to set forth + the delights of the first few days at Bodyfauld—Jean Paul. Nor would + he have disdained to make the gladness of a country school-boy the theme + of that pen. Indeed, often has he done so. If the writer has any higher + purpose than the amusement of other boys, he will find the life of a + country boy richer for his ends than that of a town boy. For example, he + has a deeper sense of the marvel of Nature, a tenderer feeling of her + feminality. I do not mean that the other cannot develop this sense, but it + is generally feeble, and there is consequently less chance of its + surviving. As far as my experience goes, town girls and country boys love + Nature most. I have known town girls love her as passionately as country + boys. Town boys have too many books and pictures. They see Nature in + mirrors—invaluable privilege after they know herself, not before. + They have greater opportunity of observing human nature; but here also the + books are too many and various. They are cleverer than country boys, but + they are less profound; their observation may be quicker; their perception + is shallower. They know better what to do on an emergency; they know worse + how to order their ways. Of course, in this, as in a thousand other + matters, Nature will burst out laughing in the face of the would-be + philosopher, and bringing forward her town boy, will say, 'Look here!' For + the town boys are Nature's boys after all, at least so long as doctrines + of self-preservation and ambition have not turned them from children of + the kingdom into dirt-worms. But I must stop, for I am getting up to the + neck in a bog of discrimination. As if I did not know the nobility of some + townspeople, compared with the worldliness of some country folk. I give it + up. We are all good and all bad. God mend all. Nothing will do for Jew or + Gentile, Frenchman or Englishman, Negro or Circassian, town boy or country + boy, but the kingdom of heaven which is within him, and must come thence + to the outside of him. + </p> + <p> + To a boy like Robert the changes of every day, from country to town with + the gay morning, from town to country with the sober evening—for + country as Rothieden might be to Edinburgh, much more was Bodyfauld + country to Rothieden—were a source of boundless delight. Instead of + houses, he saw the horizon; instead of streets or walled gardens, he + roamed over fields bathed in sunlight and wind. Here it was good to get up + before the sun, for then he could see the sun get up. And of all things + those evening shadows lengthening out over the grassy wildernesses—for + fields of a very moderate size appeared such to an imagination ever ready + at the smallest hint to ascend its solemn throne—were a deepening + marvel. Town to country is what a ceiling is to a cælum. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. ADVENTURES. + </h2> + <p> + Grannie's first action every evening, the moment the boys entered the + room, was to glance up at the clock, that she might see whether they had + arrived in reasonable time. This was not pleasant, because it admonished + Robert how impossible it was for him to have a lesson on his own violin so + long as the visit to Bodyfauld lasted. If they had only been allowed to + sleep at Rothieden, what a universe of freedom would have been theirs! As + it was, he had but two hours to himself, pared at both ends, in the middle + of the day. Dooble Sanny might have given him a lesson at that time, but + he did not dare to carry his instrument through the streets of Rothieden, + for the proceeding would be certain to come to his grandmother's ears. + Several days passed indeed before he made up his mind as to how he was to + reap any immediate benefit from the recovery of the violin. For after he + had made up his mind to run the risk of successive mid-day solos in the + old factory—he was not prepared to carry the instrument through the + streets, or be seen entering the place with it. + </p> + <p> + But the factory lay at the opposite corner of a quadrangle of gardens, the + largest of which belonged to itself; and the corner of this garden touched + the corner of Captain Forsyth's, which had formerly belonged to Andrew + Falconer: he had had a door made in the walls at the point of junction, so + that he could go from his house to his business across his own property: + if this door were not locked, and Robert could pass without offence, what + a north-west passage it would be for him! The little garden belonging to + his grandmother's house had only a slight wooden fence to divide it from + the other, and even in this fence there was a little gate: he would only + have to run along Captain Forsyth's top walk to reach the door. The + blessed thought came to him as he lay in bed at Bodyfauld: he would + attempt the passage the very next day. + </p> + <p> + With his violin in its paper under his arm, he sped like a hare from gate + to door, found it not even latched, only pushed to and rusted into such + rest as it was dangerous to the hinges to disturb. He opened it, however, + without any accident, and passed through; then closing it behind him, took + his way more leisurely through the tangled grass of his grandmother's + property. When he reached the factory, he judged it prudent to search out + a more secret nook, one more full of silence, that is, whence the sounds + would be less certain to reach the ears of the passers by, and came upon a + small room, near the top, which had been the manager's bedroom, and which, + as he judged from what seemed the signs of ancient occupation, a cloak + hanging on the wall, and the ashes of a fire lying in the grate, nobody + had entered for years: it was the safest place in the world. He undid his + instrument carefully, tuned its strings tenderly, and soon found that his + former facility, such as it was, had not ebbed away beyond recovery. + Hastening back as he came, he was just in time for his dinner, and + narrowly escaped encountering Betty in the transe. He had been tempted to + leave the instrument, but no one could tell what might happen, and to + doubt would be to be miserable with anxiety. + </p> + <p> + He did the same for several days without interruption—not, however, + without observation. When, returning from his fourth visit, he opened the + door between the gardens, he started back in dismay, for there stood the + beautiful lady. + </p> + <p> + Robert hesitated for a moment whether to fly or speak. He was a Lowland + country boy, and therefore rude of speech, but he was three parts a Celt, + and those who know the address of the Irish or of the Highlanders, know + how much that involves as to manners and bearing. He advanced the next + instant and spoke. + </p> + <p> + 'I beg yer pardon, mem. I thoucht naebody wad see me. I haena dune nae + ill.' + </p> + <p> + 'I had not the least suspicion of it, I assure you,' returned Miss St. + John. 'But, tell me, what makes you go through here always at the same + hour with the same parcel under your arm?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye winna tell naebody—will ye, mem, gin I tell you?' + </p> + <p> + Miss St. John, amused, and interested besides in the contrast between the + boy's oddly noble face and good bearing on the one hand, and on the other + the drawl of his bluntly articulated speech and the coarseness of his + tone, both seeming to her in the extreme of provincialism, promised; and + Robert, entranced by all the qualities of her voice and speech, and + nothing disenchanted by the nearer view of her lovely face, confided in + her at once. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye see, mem,' he said, 'I cam' upo' my grandfather's fiddle. But my + grandmither thinks the fiddle's no gude. And sae she tuik and she hed it. + But I faun't it again. An' I daurna play i' the hoose, though my grannie's + i' the country, for Betty hearin' me and tellin' her. And sae I gang to + the auld fact'ry there. It belangs to my grannie, and sae does the yaird + (garden). An' this hoose and yaird was ance my father's, and sae he had + that door throu, they tell me. An' I thocht gin it suld be open, it wad be + a fine thing for me, to haud fowk ohn seen me. But it was verra ill-bred + to you, mem, I ken, to come throu your yaird ohn speirt leave. I beg yer + pardon, mem, an' I'll jist gang back, and roon' by the ro'd. This is my + fiddle I hae aneath my airm. We bude to pit back the case o' 't whaur it + was afore, i' my grannie's bed, to haud her ohn kent 'at she had tint the + grup o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + Certainly Miss St. John could not have understood the half of the words + Robert used, but she understood his story notwithstanding. Herself an + enthusiast in music, her sympathies were at once engaged for the awkward + boy who was thus trying to steal an entrance into the fairy halls of + sound. But she forbore any further allusion to the violin for the present, + and contented herself with assuring Robert that he was heartily welcome to + go through the garden as often as he pleased. She accompanied her words + with a smile that made Robert feel not only that she was the most + beautiful of all princesses in fairy-tales, but that she had presented him + with something beyond price in the most self-denying manner. He took off + his cap, thanked her with much heartiness, if not with much polish, and + hastened to the gate of his grandmother's little garden. A few years later + such an encounter might have spoiled his dinner: I have to record no such + evil result of the adventure. + </p> + <p> + With Miss St. John, music was the highest form of human expression, as + must often be the case with those whose feeling is much in advance of + their thought, and to whom, therefore, may be called mental sensation is + the highest known condition. Music to such is poetry in solution, and + generates that infinite atmosphere, common to both musician and poet, + which the latter fills with shining worlds.—But if my reader wishes + to follow out for himself the idea herein suggested, he must be careful to + make no confusion between those who feel musically or think poetically, + and the musician or the poet. One who can only play the music of others, + however exquisitely, is not a musician, any more than one who can read + verse to the satisfaction, or even expound it to the enlightenment of the + poet himself, is therefore a poet.—When Miss St. John would worship + God, it was in music that she found the chariot of fire in which to ascend + heavenward. Hence music was the divine thing in the world for her; and to + find any one loving music humbly and faithfully was to find a brother or + sister believer. But she had been so often disappointed in her + expectations from those she took to be such, that of late she had become + less sanguine. Still there was something about this boy that roused once + more her musical hopes; and, however she may have restrained herself from + the full indulgence of them, certain it is that the next day, when she saw + Robert pass, this time leisurely, along the top of the garden, she put on + her bonnet and shawl, and, allowing him time to reach his den, followed + him, in the hope of finding out whether or not he could play. I do not + know what proficiency the boy had attained, very likely not much, for a + man can feel the music of his own bow, or of his own lines, long before + any one else can discover it. He had already made a path, not exactly worn + one, but trampled one, through the neglected grass, and Miss St. John had + no difficulty in finding his entrance to the factory. + </p> + <p> + She felt a little eerie, as Robert would have called it, when she passed + into the waste silent place; for besides the wasteness and the silence, + motionless machines have a look of death about them, at least when they + bear such signs of disuse as those that filled these rooms. Hearing no + violin, she waited for a while in the ground-floor of the building; but + still hearing nothing, she ascended to the first floor. Here, likewise, + all was silence. She hesitated, but at length ventured up the next stair, + beginning, however, to feel a little troubled as well as eerie, the + silence was so obstinately persistent. Was it possible that there was no + violin in that brown paper? But that boy could not be a liar. Passing + shelves piled-up with stores of old thread, she still went on, led by a + curiosity stronger than her gathering fear. At last she came to a little + room, the door of which was open, and there she saw Robert lying on the + floor with his head in a pool of blood. + </p> + <p> + Now Mary St. John was both brave and kind; and, therefore, though not + insensible to the fact that she too must be in danger where violence had + been used to a boy, she set about assisting him at once. His face was + deathlike, but she did not think he was dead. She drew him out into the + passage, for the room was close, and did all she could to recover him; but + for some time he did not even breathe. At last his lips moved, and he + murmured, + </p> + <p> + 'Sandy, Sandy, ye've broken my bonnie leddy.' + </p> + <p> + Then he opened his eyes, and seeing a face to dream about bending in kind + consternation over him, closed them again with a smile and a sigh, as if + to prolong his dream. + </p> + <p> + The blood now came fast into his forsaken cheeks, and began to flow again + from the wound in his head. The lady bound it up with her handkerchief. + After a little he rose, though with difficulty, and stared wildly about + him, saying, with imperfect articulation, 'Father! father!' Then he looked + at Miss St. John with a kind of dazed inquiry in his eyes, tried several + times to speak, and could not. + </p> + <p> + 'Can you walk at all?' asked Miss St. John, supporting him, for she was + anxious to leave the place. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, mem, weel eneuch,' he answered. + </p> + <p> + 'Come along, then. I will help you home.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na,' he said, as if he had just recalled something. 'Dinna min' me. + Rin hame, mem, or he'll see ye!' + </p> + <p> + 'Who will see me?' + </p> + <p> + Robert stared more wildly, put his hand to his head, and made no reply. + She half led, half supported him down the stair, as far as the first + landing, when he cried out in a tone of anguish, + </p> + <p> + 'My bonny leddy!' + </p> + <p> + 'What is it?' asked Miss St. John, thinking he meant her. + </p> + <p> + 'My fiddle! my fiddle! She 'll be a' in bits,' he answered, and turned to + go up again. + </p> + <p> + 'Sit down here,' said Miss St. John, 'and I'll fetch it.' + </p> + <p> + Though not without some tremor, she darted back to the room. Then she + turned faint for the first time, but determinedly supporting herself, she + looked about, saw a brown-paper parcel on a shelf, took it, and hurried + out with a shudder. + </p> + <p> + Robert stood leaning against the wall. He stretched out his hands eagerly. + </p> + <p> + 'Gie me her. Gie me her.' + </p> + <p> + 'You had better let me carry it. You are not able.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, mem. Ye dinna ken hoo easy she is to hurt.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, yes, I do!' returned Miss St. John, smiling, and Robert could not + withstand the smile. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, tak care o' her, as ye wad o' yer ain sel', mem,' he said, + yielding. + </p> + <p> + He was now much better, and before he had been two minutes in the open + air, insisted that he was quite well. When they reached Captain Forsyth's + garden he again held out his hands for his violin. + </p> + <p> + 'No, no,' said his new friend. 'You wouldn't have Betty see you like that, + would you?' + </p> + <p> + 'No, mem; but I'll put in the fiddle at my ain window, and she sanna hae a + chance o' seein' 't,' answered Robert, not understanding her; for though + he felt a good deal of pain, he had no idea what a dreadful appearance he + presented. + </p> + <p> + 'Don't you know that you have a wound on your head?' asked Miss St. John. + </p> + <p> + 'Na! hev I?' said Robert, putting up his hand. 'But I maun gang—there's + nae help for 't,' he added.—'Gin I cud only win to my ain room ohn + Betty seen me!—Eh! mem, I hae blaudit (spoiled) a' yer bonny goon. + That's a sair vex.' + </p> + <p> + 'Never mind it,' returned Miss St. John, smiling. 'It is of no + consequence. But you must come with me. I must see what I can do for your + head. Poor boy!' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, mem! but ye are kin'! Gin ye speik like that ye'll gar me greit. + Naebody ever spak' to me like that afore. Maybe ye kent my mamma. Ye're + sae like her.' + </p> + <p> + This word mamma was the only remnant of her that lingered in his speech. + Had she lived he would have spoken very differently. They were now walking + towards the house. + </p> + <p> + 'No, I did not know your mamma. Is she dead?' + </p> + <p> + 'Lang syne, mem. And sae they tell me is yours.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes; and my father too. Your father is alive, I hope?' + </p> + <p> + Robert made no answer. Miss St. John turned. + </p> + <p> + The boy had a strange look, and seemed struggling with something in his + throat. She thought he was going to faint again, and hurried him into the + drawing-room. Her aunt had not yet left her room, and her uncle was out. + </p> + <p> + 'Sit down,' she said—so kindly—and Robert sat down on the edge + of a chair. Then she left the room, but presently returned with a little + brandy. 'There,' she said, offering the glass, 'that will do you good.' + </p> + <p> + 'What is 't, mem?' + </p> + <p> + 'Brandy. There's water in it, of course.' + </p> + <p> + 'I daurna touch 't. Grannie cudna bide me to touch 't,' + </p> + <p> + So determined was he, that Miss St. John was forced to yield. Perhaps she + wondered that the boy who would deceive his grandmother about a violin + should be so immovable in regarding her pleasure in the matter of a + needful medicine. But in this fact I begin to see the very Falconer of my + manhood's worship. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, mem! gin ye wad play something upo' her,' he resumed, pointing to the + piano, which, although he had never seen one before, he at once + recognized, by some hidden mental operation, as the source of the sweet + sounds heard at the window, 'it wad du me mair guid than a haill bottle o' + brandy, or whusky either.' + </p> + <p> + 'How do you know that?' asked Miss St. John, proceeding to sponge the + wound. + </p> + <p> + ''Cause mony's the time I hae stud oot there i' the street, hearkenin'. + Dooble Sanny says 'at ye play jist as gin ye war my gran'father's fiddle + hersel', turned into the bonniest cratur ever God made.' + </p> + <p> + 'How did you get such a terrible cut?' + </p> + <p> + She had removed the hair, and found that the injury was severe. + </p> + <p> + The boy was silent. She glanced round in his face. He was staring as if he + saw nothing, heard nothing. She would try again. + </p> + <p> + 'Did you fall? Or how did you cut your head?' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, yes, mem, I fell,' he answered, hastily, with an air of relief, and + possibly with some tone of gratitude for the suggestion of a true answer. + </p> + <p> + 'What made you fall?' + </p> + <p> + Utter silence again. She felt a kind of turn—I do not know another + word to express what I mean: the boy must have fits, and either could not + tell, or was ashamed to tell, what had befallen him. Thereafter she too + was silent, and Robert thought she was offended. Possibly he felt a change + in the touch of her fingers. + </p> + <p> + 'Mem, I wad like to tell ye,' he said, 'but I daurna.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! never mind,' she returned kindly. + </p> + <p> + 'Wad ye promise nae to tell naebody?' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't want to know,' she answered, confirmed in her suspicion, and at + the same time ashamed of the alteration of feeling which the discovery had + occasioned. + </p> + <p> + An uncomfortable silence followed, broken by Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ye binna pleased wi' me, mem,' he said, 'I canna bide ye to gang on + wi' siccan a job 's that.' + </p> + <p> + How Miss St. John could have understood him, I cannot think; but she did. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! very well,' she answered, smiling. 'Just as you please. Perhaps you + had better take this piece of plaster to Betty, and ask her to finish the + dressing for you.' + </p> + <p> + Robert took the plaster mechanically, and, sick at heart and speechless, + rose to go, forgetting even his bonny leddy in his grief. + </p> + <p> + 'You had better take your violin with you,' said Miss St. John, urged to + the cruel experiment by a strong desire to see what the strange boy would + do. + </p> + <p> + He turned. The tears were streaming down his odd face. They went to her + heart, and she was bitterly ashamed of herself. + </p> + <p> + 'Come along. Do sit down again. I only wanted to see what you would do. I + am very sorry,' she said, in a tone of kindness such as Robert had never + imagined. + </p> + <p> + He sat down instantly, saying, + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, mem! it's sair to bide;' meaning, no doubt, the conflict between his + inclination to tell her all, and his duty to be silent. + </p> + <p> + The dressing was soon finished, his hair combed down over it, and Robert + looking once more respectable. + </p> + <p> + 'Now, I think that will do,' said his nurse. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, thank ye, mem!' answered Robert, rising. 'Whan I'm able to play upo' + the fiddle as weel 's ye play upo' the piana, I'll come and play at yer + window ilka nicht, as lang 's ye like to hearken.' + </p> + <p> + She smiled, and he was satisfied. He did not dare again ask her to play to + him. But she said of herself, 'Now I will play something to you, if you + like,' and he resumed his seat devoutly. + </p> + <p> + When she had finished a lovely little air, which sounded to Robert like + the touch of her hands, and her breath on his forehead, she looked round, + and was satisfied, from the rapt expression of the boy's countenance, that + at least he had plenty of musical sensibility. As if despoiled of + volition, he stood motionless till she said, + </p> + <p> + 'Now you had better go, or Betty will miss you.' + </p> + <p> + Then he made her a bow in which awkwardness and grace were curiously + mingled, and taking up his precious parcel, and holding it to his bosom as + if it had been a child for whom he felt an access of tenderness, he slowly + left the room and the house. + </p> + <p> + Not even to Shargar did he communicate his adventure. And he went no more + to the deserted factory to play there. Fate had again interposed between + him and his bonny leddy. + </p> + <p> + When he reached Bodyfauld he fancied his grandmother's eyes more watchful + of him than usual, and he strove the more to resist the weariness, and + even faintness, that urged him to go to bed. Whether he was able to hide + as well a certain trouble that clouded his spirit I doubt. His wound he + did manage to keep a secret, thanks to the care of Miss St. John, who had + dressed it with court-plaster. + </p> + <p> + When he woke the next morning, it was with the consciousness of having + seen something strange the night before, and only when he found that he + was not in his own room at his grandmother's, was he convinced that it + must have been a dream and no vision. For in the night, he had awaked + there as he thought, and the moon was shining with such clearness, that + although it did not shine into his room, he could see the face of the + clock, and that the hands were both together at the top. Close by the + clock stood the bureau, with its end against the partition forming the + head of his grannie's bed. + </p> + <p> + All at once he saw a tall man, in a blue coat and bright buttons, about to + open the lid of the bureau. The same moment he saw a little elderly man in + a brown coat and a brown wig, by his side, who sought to remove his hand + from the lock. Next appeared a huge stalwart figure, in shabby old + tartans, and laid his hand on the head of each. But the wonder widened and + grew; for now came a stately Highlander with his broadsword by his side, + and an eagle's feather in his bonnet, who laid his hand on the other + Highlander's arm. + </p> + <p> + When Robert looked in the direction whence this last had appeared, the + head of his grannie's bed had vanished, and a wild hill-side, covered with + stones and heather, sloped away into the distance. Over it passed man + after man, each with an ancestral air, while on the gray sea to the left, + galleys covered with Norsemen tore up the white foam, and dashed one after + the other up to the strand. How long he gazed, he did not know, but when + he withdrew his eyes from the extended scene, there stood the figure of + his father, still trying to open the lid of the bureau, his grandfather + resisting him, the blind piper with his hand on the head of both, and the + stately chief with his hand on the piper's arm. Then a mist of + forgetfulness gathered over the whole, till at last he awoke and found + himself in the little wooden chamber at Bodyfauld, and not in the visioned + room. Doubtless his loss of blood the day before had something to do with + the dream or vision, whichever the reader may choose to consider it. He + rose, and after a good breakfast, found himself very little the worse, and + forgot all about his dream, till a circumstance which took place not long + after recalled it vividly to his mind. + </p> + <p> + The enchantment of Bodyfauld soon wore off. The boys had no time to enter + into the full enjoyment of country ways, because of those weary lessons, + over the getting of which Mrs. Falconer kept as strict a watch as ever; + while to Robert the evening journey, his violin and Miss St. John left at + Rothieden, grew more than tame. The return was almost as happy an event to + him as the first going. Now he could resume his lessons with the soutar. + </p> + <p> + With Shargar it was otherwise. The freedom for so much longer from Mrs. + Falconer's eyes was in itself so much of a positive pleasure, that the + walk twice a day, the fresh air, and the scents and sounds of the country, + only came in as supplementary. But I do not believe the boy even then had + so much happiness as when he was beaten and starved by his own mother. And + Robert, growing more and more absorbed in his own thoughts and pursuits, + paid him less and less attention as the weeks went on, till Shargar at + length judged it for a time an evil day on which he first had slept under + old Ronald Falconer's kilt. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. NATURE PUTS IN A CLAIM. + </h2> + <p> + Before the day of return arrived, Robert had taken care to remove the + violin from his bedroom, and carry it once more to its old retreat in + Shargar's garret. The very first evening, however, that grannie again + spent in her own arm-chair, he hied from the house as soon as it grew + dusk, and made his way with his brown-paper parcel to Sandy Elshender's. + </p> + <p> + Entering the narrow passage from which his shop door opened, and hearing + him hammering away at a sole, he stood and unfolded his treasure, then + drew a low sigh from her with his bow, and awaited the result. He heard + the lap-stone fall thundering on the floor, and, like a spider from his + cavern, Dooble Sanny appeared in the door, with the bend-leather in one + hand, and the hammer in the other. + </p> + <p> + 'Lordsake, man! hae ye gotten her again? Gie's a grup o' her!' he cried, + dropping leather and hammer. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na,' returned Robert, retreating towards the outer door. 'Ye maun + sweir upo' her that, whan I want her, I sall hae her ohn demur, or I sanna + lat ye lay roset upo' her.' + </p> + <p> + 'I swear 't, Robert; I sweir 't upo' her,' said the soutar hurriedly, + stretching out both his hands as if to receive some human being into his + embrace. + </p> + <p> + Robert placed the violin in those grimy hands. A look of heavenly delight + dawned over the hirsute and dirt-besmeared countenance, which drooped into + tenderness as he drew the bow across the instrument, and wiled from her a + thin wail as of sorrow at their long separation. He then retreated into + his den, and was soon sunk in a trance, deaf to everything but the violin, + from which no entreaties of Robert, who longed for a lesson, could rouse + him; so that he had to go home grievously disappointed, and unrewarded for + the risk he had run in venturing the stolen visit. + </p> + <p> + Next time, however, he fared better; and he contrived so well that, from + the middle of June to the end of August, he had two lessons a week, mostly + upon the afternoons of holidays. For these his master thought himself well + paid by the use of the instrument between. And Robert made great progress. + </p> + <p> + Occasionally he saw Miss St. John in the garden, and once or twice met her + in the town; but her desire to find in him a pupil had been greatly + quenched by her unfortunate conjecture as to the cause of his accident. + She had, however, gone so far as to mention the subject to her aunt, who + assured her that old Mrs. Falconer would as soon consent to his being + taught gambling as music. The idea, therefore, passed away; and beyond a + kind word or two when she met him, there was no further communication + between them. But Robert would often dream of waking from a swoon, and + finding his head lying on her lap, and her lovely face bending over him + full of kindness and concern. + </p> + <p> + By the way, Robert cared nothing for poetry. Virgil was too troublesome to + be enjoyed; and in English he had met with nothing but the dried leaves + and gum-flowers of the last century. Miss Letty once lent him The Lady of + the Lake; but before he had read the first canto through, his grandmother + laid her hands upon it, and, without saying a word, dropped it behind a + loose skirting-board in the pantry, where the mice soon made it a ruin sad + to behold. For Miss Letty, having heard from the woful Robert of its + strange disappearance, and guessing its cause, applied to Mrs. Falconer + for the volume; who forthwith, the tongs aiding, extracted it from its + hole, and, without shade of embarrassment, held it up like a drowned + kitten before the eyes of Miss Letty, intending thereby, no doubt, to + impress her with the fate of all seducing spirits that should attempt an + entrance into her kingdom: Miss Letty only burst into merry laughter over + its fate. So the lode of poetry failed for the present from Robert's life. + Nor did it matter much; for had he not his violin? + </p> + <p> + I have, I think, already indicated that his grandfather had been a linen + manufacturer. Although that trade had ceased, his family had still + retained the bleachery belonging to it, commonly called the bleachfield, + devoting it now to the service of those large calico manufactures which + had ruined the trade in linen, and to the whitening of such yarn as the + country housewives still spun at home, and the webs they got woven of it + in private looms. To Robert and Shargar it was a wondrous pleasure when + the pile of linen which the week had accumulated at the office under the + ga'le-room, was on Saturday heaped high upon the base of a broad-wheeled + cart, to get up on it and be carried to the said bleachfield, which lay + along the bank of the river. Soft laid and high-borne, gazing into the + blue sky, they traversed the streets in a holiday triumph; and although, + once arrived, the manager did not fail to get some labour out of them, yet + the store of amusement was endless. The great wheel, which drove the whole + machinery; the plash-mill, or, more properly, wauk-mill—a word + Robert derived from the resemblance of the mallets to two huge feet, and + of their motion to walking—with the water plashing and squirting + from the blows of their heels; the beatles thundering in arpeggio upon the + huge cylinder round which the white cloth was wound—each was haunted + in its turn and season. The pleasure of the water itself was + inexhaustible. Here sweeping in a mass along the race; there divided into + branches and hurrying through the walls of the various houses; here + sliding through a wooden channel across the floor to fall into the river + in a half-concealed cataract, there bubbling up through the bottom of a + huge wooden cave or vat, there resting placid in another; here gurgling + along a spout; there flowing in a narrow canal through the green expanse + of the well-mown bleachfield, or lifted from it in narrow curved wooden + scoops, like fairy canoes with long handles, and flung in showers over the + outspread yarn—the water was an endless delight. + </p> + <p> + It is strange how some individual broidery or figure upon Nature's garment + will delight a boy long before he has ever looked Nature in the face, or + begun to love herself. But Robert was soon to become dimly conscious of a + life within these things—a life not the less real that its + operations on his mind had been long unrecognized. + </p> + <p> + On the grassy bank of the gently-flowing river, at the other edge of whose + level the little canal squabbled along, and on the grassy brae which rose + immediately from the canal, were stretched, close beside each other, with + scarce a stripe of green betwixt, the long white webs of linen, fastened + down to the soft mossy ground with wooden pegs, whose tops were twisted + into their edges. Strangely would they billow in the wind sometimes, like + sea-waves, frozen and enchanted flat, seeking to rise and wallow in the + wind with conscious depth and whelming mass. But generally they lay + supine, saturated with light and its cleansing power. Falconer's + jubilation in the white and green of a little boat, as we lay, one bright + morning, on the banks of the Thames between Richmond and Twickenham, led + to such a description of the bleachfield that I can write about it as if I + had known it myself. + </p> + <p> + One Saturday afternoon in the end of July, when the westering sun was + hotter than at midday, he went down to the lower end of the field, where + the river was confined by a dam, and plunged from the bank into deep + water. After a swim of half-an-hour, he ascended the higher part of the + field, and lay down upon a broad web to bask in the sun. In his ears was + the hush rather than rush of the water over the dam, the occasional murmur + of a belt of trees that skirted the border of the field, and the dull + continuous sound of the beatles at their work below, like a persistent + growl of thunder on the horizon. + </p> + <p> + Had Robert possessed a copy of Robinson Crusoe, or had his grandmother not + cast The Lady of the Lake, mistaking it for an idol, if not to the moles + and the bats, yet to the mice and the black-beetles, he might have been + lying reading it, blind and deaf to the face and the voice of Nature, and + years might have passed before a response awoke in his heart. It is good + that children of faculty, as distinguished from capacity, should not have + too many books to read, or too much of early lessoning. The increase of + examinations in our country will increase its capacity and diminish its + faculty. We shall have more compilers and reducers and fewer thinkers; + more modifiers and completers, and fewer inventors. + </p> + <p> + He lay gazing up into the depth of the sky, rendered deeper and bluer by + the masses of white cloud that hung almost motionless below it, until he + felt a kind of bodily fear lest he should fall off the face of the round + earth into the abyss. A gentle wind, laden with pine odours from the + sun-heated trees behind him, flapped its light wing in his face: the + humanity of the world smote his heart; the great sky towered up over him, + and its divinity entered his soul; a strange longing after something 'he + knew not nor could name' awoke within him, followed by the pang of a + sudden fear that there was no such thing as that which he sought, that it + was all a fancy of his own spirit; and then the voice of Shargar broke the + spell, calling to him from afar to come and see a great salmon that lay by + a stone in the water. But once aroused, the feeling was never stilled; the + desire never left him; sometimes growing even to a passion that was + relieved only by a flood of tears. + </p> + <p> + Strange as it may sound to those who have never thought of such things + save in connection with Sundays and Bibles and churches and sermons, that + which was now working in Falconer's mind was the first dull and faint + movement of the greatest need that the human heart possesses—the + need of the God-Man. There must be truth in the scent of that pine-wood: + some one must mean it. There must be a glory in those heavens that depends + not upon our imagination: some power greater than they must dwell in them. + Some spirit must move in that wind that haunts us with a kind of human + sorrow; some soul must look up to us from the eye of that starry flower. + It must be something human, else not to us divine. + </p> + <p> + Little did Robert think that such was his need—that his soul was + searching after One whose form was constantly presented to him, but as + constantly obscured and made unlovely by the words without knowledge + spoken in the religious assemblies of the land; that he was longing + without knowing it on the Saturday for that from which on the Sunday he + would be repelled without knowing it. Years passed before he drew nigh to + the knowledge of what he sought. + </p> + <p> + For weeks the mood broken by the voice of his companion did not return, + though the forms of Nature were henceforth full of a pleasure he had never + known before. He loved the grass; the water was more gracious to him; he + would leave his bed early, that he might gaze on the clouds of the east, + with their borders gold-blasted with sunrise; he would linger in the + fields that the amber and purple, and green and red, of the sunset, might + not escape after the sun unseen. And as long as he felt the mystery, the + revelation of the mystery lay before and not behind him. + </p> + <p> + And Shargar—had he any soul for such things? Doubtless; but how + could he be other than lives behind Robert? For the latter had ancestors—that + is, he came of people with a mental and spiritual history; while the + former had been born the birth of an animal; of a noble sire, whose family + had for generations filled the earth with fire, famine, slaughter, and + licentiousness; and of a wandering outcast mother, who blindly loved the + fields and woods, but retained her affection for her offspring scarcely + beyond the period while she suckled them. The love of freedom and of wild + animals that she had given him, however, was far more precious than any + share his male ancestor had borne in his mental constitution. After his + fashion he as well as Robert enjoyed the sun and the wind and the water + and the sky; but he had sympathies with the salmon and the rooks and the + wild rabbits even stronger than those of Robert. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. ROBERT STEALS HIS OWN. + </h2> + <p> + The period of the hairst-play, that is, of the harvest holiday time, drew + near, and over the north of Scotland thousands of half-grown hearts were + beating with glad anticipation. Of the usual devices of boys to cheat + themselves into the half-belief of expediting a blessed approach by + marking its rate, Robert knew nothing: even the notching of sticks was + unknown at Rothieden; but he had a mode notwithstanding. Although + indifferent to the games of his school-fellows, there was one amusement, a + solitary one nearly, and therein not so good as most amusements, into + which he entered with the whole energy of his nature: it was kite-flying. + The moment that the hairst-play approached near enough to strike its image + through the eyes of his mind, Robert proceeded to make his kite, or + draigon, as he called it. Of how many pleasures does pocket-money deprive + the unfortunate possessor! What is the going into a shop and buying what + you want, compared with the gentle delight of hours and days filled with + gaining effort after the attainment of your end? Never boy that bought his + kite, even if the adornment thereafter lay in his own hands, and the + pictures were gorgeous with colour and gilding, could have half the + enjoyment of Robert from the moment he went to the cooper's to ask for an + old gird or hoop, to the moment when he said 'Noo, Shargar!' and the kite + rose slowly from the depth of the aërial flood. The hoop was carefully + examined, the best portion cut away from it, that pared to a light + strength, its ends confined to the proper curve by a string, and then away + went Robert to the wright's shop. There a slip of wood, of proper length + and thickness, was readily granted to his request, free as the daisies of + the field. Oh! those horrid town conditions, where nothing is given for + the asking, but all sold for money! In Robert's kite the only thing that + cost money was the string to fly it with, and that the grandmother + willingly provided, for not even her ingenuity could discover any evil, + direct or implicated, in kite-flying. Indeed, I believe the old lady felt + not a little sympathy with the exultation of the boy when he saw his kite + far aloft, diminished to a speck in the vast blue; a sympathy, it may be, + rooted in the religious aspirations which she did so much at once to rouse + and to suppress in the bosom of her grandchild. But I have not yet reached + the kite-flying, for I have said nothing of the kite's tail, for the sake + of which principally I began to describe the process of its growth. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the body of the dragon was completed, Robert attached to its + spine the string which was to take the place of its caudal elongation, and + at a proper distance from the body joined to the string the first of the + cross-pieces of folded paper which in this animal represent the continued + vertebral processes. Every morning, the moment he issued from his chamber, + he proceeded to the garret where the monster lay, to add yet another joint + to his tail, until at length the day should arrive when, the lessons over + for a blessed eternity of five or six weeks, he would tip the whole with a + piece of wood, to which grass, quantum suff., might be added from the + happy fields. + </p> + <p> + Upon this occasion the dragon was a monster one. With a little help from + Shargar, he had laid the skeleton of a six-foot specimen, and had carried + the body to a satisfactory completion. + </p> + <p> + The tail was still growing, having as yet only sixteen joints, when Mr. + Lammie called with an invitation for the boys to spend their holidays with + him. It was fortunate for Robert that he was in the room when Mr. Lammie + presented his petition, otherwise he would never have heard of it till the + day of departure arrived, and would thus have lost all the delights of + anticipation. In frantic effort to control his ecstasy, he sped to the + garret, and with trembling hands tied the second joint of the day to the + tail of the dragon—the first time he had ever broken the law of its + accretion. Once broken, that law was henceforth an object of scorn, and + the tail grew with frightful rapidity. It was indeed a great dragon. And + none of the paltry fields about Rothieden should be honoured with its + first flight, but from Bodyfauld should the majestic child of earth ascend + into the regions of upper air. + </p> + <p> + My reader may here be tempted to remind me that Robert had been only too + glad to return to Rothieden from his former visit. But I must in my turn + remind him that the circumstances were changed. In the first place, the + fiddle was substituted for grannie; and in the second, the dragon for the + school. + </p> + <p> + The making of this dragon was a happy thing for Shargar, and a yet happier + thing for Robert, in that it introduced again for a time some community of + interest between them. Shargar was happier than he had been for many a day + because Robert used him; and Robert was yet happier than Shargar in that + his conscience, which had reproached him for his neglect of him, was now + silent. But not even his dragon had turned aside his attentions from his + violin; and many were the consultations between the boys as to how best + she might be transported to Bodyfauld, where endless opportunities of + holding communion with her would not be wanting. The difficulty was only + how to get her clear of Rothieden. + </p> + <p> + The play commenced on a Saturday; but not till the Monday were they to be + set at liberty. Wearily the hours of mental labour and bodily torpidity + which the Scotch called the Sabbath passed away, and at length the + millennial morning dawned. Robert and Shargar were up before the sun. But + strenuous were the efforts they made to suppress all indications of + excitement, lest grannie, fearing the immoral influence of gladness, + should give orders to delay their departure for an awfully indefinite + period, which might be an hour, a day, or even a week. Horrible + conception! Their behaviour was so decorous that not even a hinted threat + escaped the lips of Mrs. Falconer. + </p> + <p> + They set out three hours before noon, carrying the great kite, and + Robert's school bag, of green baize, full of sundries: a cart from + Bodyfauld was to fetch their luggage later in the day. As soon as they + were clear of the houses, Shargar lay down behind a dyke with the kite, + and Robert set off at full speed for Dooble Sanny's shop, making a + half-circuit of the town to avoid the chance of being seen by grannie or + Betty. Having given due warning before, he found the brown-paper parcel + ready for him, and carried it off in fearful triumph. He joined Shargar in + safety, and they set out on their journey as rich and happy a pair of + tramps as ever tramped, having six weeks of their own in their pockets to + spend and not spare. + </p> + <p> + A hearty welcome awaited them, and they were soon revelling in the glories + of the place, the first instalment of which was in the shape of curds and + cream, with oatcake and butter, as much as they liked. After this they + would 'e'en to it like French falconers' with their kite, for the wind had + been blowing bravely all the morning, having business to do with the + harvest. The season of stubble not yet arrived, they were limited to the + pasturage and moorland, which, however, large as their kite was, were + spacious enough. Slowly the great-headed creature arose from the hands of + Shargar, and ascended about twenty feet, when, as if seized with a sudden + fit of wrath or fierce indignation, it turned right round and dashed + itself with headlong fury to the earth, as if sooner than submit to such + influences a moment longer it would beat out its brains at once. + </p> + <p> + 'It hasna half tail eneuch,' cried Robert. 'It's queer 'at things winna + gang up ohn hauden them doon. Pu' a guid han'fu' o' clover, Shargar. She's + had her fa', an' noo she'll gang up a' richt. She's nane the waur o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + Upon the next attempt, the kite rose triumphantly. But just as it reached + the length of the string it shot into a faster current of air, and Robert + found himself first dragged along in spite of his efforts, and then lifted + from his feet. After carrying him a few yards, the dragon broke its + string, dropped him in a ditch, and, drifting away, went fluttering and + waggling downwards in the distance. + </p> + <p> + 'Luik whaur she gangs, Shargar,' cried Robert, from the ditch. + </p> + <p> + Experience coming to his aid, Shargar took landmarks of the direction in + which it went; and ere long they found it with its tail entangled in the + topmost branches of a hawthorn tree, and its head beating the ground at + its foot. It was at once agreed that they would not fly it again till they + got some stronger string. + </p> + <p> + Having heard the adventure, Mr. Lammie produced a shilling from the pocket + of his corduroys, and gave it to Robert to spend upon the needful string. + He resolved to go to the town the next morning and make a grand purchase + of the same. During the afternoon he roamed about the farm with his hands + in his pockets, revolving if not many memories, yet many questions, while + Shargar followed like a pup at the heels of Miss Lammie, to whom, during + his former visit, he had become greatly attached. + </p> + <p> + In the evening, resolved to make a confidant of Mr. Lammie, and indeed to + cast himself upon the kindness of the household generally, Robert went up + to his room to release his violin from its prison of brown paper. What was + his dismay to find—not his bonny leddy, but her poor cousin, the + soutar's auld wife! It was too bad. Dooble Sanny indeed! + </p> + <p> + He first stared, then went into a rage, and then came out of it to go into + a resolution. He replaced the unwelcome fiddle in the parcel, and came + down-stairs gloomy and still wrathful, but silent. The evening passed + over, and the inhabitants of the farmhouse went early to bed. Robert + tossed about fuming on his. He had not undressed. + </p> + <p> + About eleven o'clock, after all had been still for more than an hour, he + took his shoes in one hand and the brown parcel in the other, and + descending the stairs like a thief, undid the quiet wooden bar that + secured the door, and let himself out. All was darkness, for the moon was + not yet up, and he felt a strange sensation of ghostliness in himself—awake + and out of doors, when he ought to be asleep and unconscious in bed. He + had never been out so late before, and felt as if walking in the region of + the dead, existing when and where he had no business to exist. For it was + the time Nature kept for her own quiet, and having once put her children + to bed—hidden them away with the world wiped out of them—enclosed + them in her ebony box, as George Herbert says—she did not expect to + have her hours of undress and meditation intruded upon by a venturesome + school-boy. Yet she let him pass. He put on his shoes and hurried to the + road. He heard a horse stamp in the stable, and saw a cat dart across the + corn-yard as he went through. Those were all the signs of life about the + place. + </p> + <p> + It was a cloudy night and still. Nothing was to be heard but his own + footsteps. The cattle in the fields were all asleep. The larch and spruce + trees on the top of the hill by the foot of which his road wound were + still as clouds. He could just see the sky through their stems. It was + washed with the faintest of light, for the moon, far below, was yet + climbing towards the horizon. A star or two sparkled where the clouds + broke, but so little light was there, that, until he had passed the + moorland on the hill, he could not get the horror of moss-holes, and deep + springs covered with treacherous green, out of his head. But he never + thought of turning. When the fears of the way at length fell back and + allowed his own thoughts to rise, the sense of a presence, or of something + that might grow to a presence, was the first to awake in him. The + stillness seemed to be thinking all around his head. But the way grew so + dark, where it lay through a corner of the pine-wood, that he had to feel + the edge of the road with his foot to make sure that he was keeping upon + it, and the sense of the silence vanished. Then he passed a farm, and the + motions of horses came through the dark, and a doubtful crow from a young + inexperienced cock, who did not yet know the moon from the sun. Then a + sleepy low in his ear startled him, and made him quicken his pace + involuntarily. + </p> + <p> + By the time he reached Rothieden all the lights were out, and this was + just what he wanted. + </p> + <p> + The economy of Dooble Sanny's abode was this: the outer door was always + left on the latch at night, because several families lived in the house; + the soutar's workshop opened from the passage, close to the outer door, + therefore its door was locked; but the key hung on a nail just inside the + soutar's bedroom. All this Robert knew. + </p> + <p> + Arrived at the house, he lifted the latch, closed the door behind him, + took off his shoes once more, like a housebreaker, as indeed he was, + although a righteous one, and felt his way to and up the stair to the + bedroom. There was a sound of snoring within. The door was a little ajar. + He reached the key and descended, his heart beating more and more wildly + as he approached the realization of his hopes. Gently as he could he + turned it in the lock. In a moment more he had his hands on the spot where + the shoemaker always laid his violin. But his heart sank within him: there + was no violin there. A blank of dismay held him both motionless and + thoughtless; nor had he recovered his senses before he heard footsteps, + which he well knew, approaching in the street. He slunk at once into a + corner. Elshender entered, feeling his way carefully, and muttering at his + wife. He was tipsy, most likely, but that had never yet interfered with + the safety of his fiddle: Robert heard its faint echo as he laid it gently + down. Nor was he too tipsy to lock the door behind him, leaving Robert + incarcerated amongst the old boots and leather and rosin. + </p> + <p> + For one moment only did the boy's heart fail him. The next he was in + action, for a happy thought had already struck him. Hastily, that he might + forestall sleep in the brain of the soutar, he undid his parcel, and after + carefully enveloping his own violin in the paper, took the old wife of the + soutar, and proceeded to perform upon her a trick which in a merry moment + his master had taught him, and which, not without some feeling of + irreverence, he had occasionally practised upon his own bonny lady. + </p> + <p> + The shoemaker's room was overhead; its thin floor of planks was the + ceiling of the workshop. Ere Dooble Sanny was well laid by the side of his + sleeping wife, he heard a frightful sound from below, as of some one + tearing his beloved violin to pieces. No sound of rending coffin-planks or + rising dead would have been so horrible in the ears of the soutar. He + sprang from his bed with a haste that shook the crazy tenement to its + foundation. + </p> + <p> + The moment Robert heard that, he put the violin in its place, and took his + station by the door-cheek. The soutar came tumbling down the stair, and + rushed at the door, but found that he had to go back for the key. When, + with uncertain hand, he had opened at length, he went straight to the nest + of his treasure, and Robert slipping out noiselessly, was in the next + street before Dooble Sanny, having found the fiddle uninjured, and not + discovering the substitution, had finished concluding that the whisky and + his imagination had played him a very discourteous trick between them, and + retired once more to bed. And not till Robert had cut his foot badly with + a piece of glass, did he discover that he had left his shoes behind him. + He tied it up with his handkerchief, and limped home the three miles, too + happy to think of consequences. + </p> + <p> + Before he had gone far, the moon floated up on the horizon, large, and + shaped like the broadside of a barrel. She stared at him in amazement to + see him out at such a time of the night. But he grasped his violin and + went on. He had no fear now, even when he passed again over the desolate + moss, although he saw the stagnant pools glimmering about him in the + moonlight. And ever after this he had a fancy for roaming at night. He + reached home in safety, found the door as he had left it, and ascended to + his bed, triumphant in his fiddle. + </p> + <p> + In the morning bloody prints were discovered on the stair, and traced to + the door of his room. Miss Lammie entered in some alarm, and found him + fast asleep on his bed, still dressed, with a brown-paper parcel in his + arms, and one of his feet evidently enough the source of the frightful + stain. She was too kind to wake him, and inquiry was postponed till they + met at breakfast, to which he descended bare-footed, save for a + handkerchief on the injured foot. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, my lad,' said Mr. Lammie, kindly, 'hoo cam ye by that bluidy + fut?' + </p> + <p> + Robert began the story, and, guided by a few questions from his host, at + length told the tale of the violin from beginning to end, omitting only + his adventure in the factory. Many a guffaw from Mr. Lammie greeted its + progress, and Miss Lammie laughed till the tears rolled unheeded down her + cheeks, especially when Shargar, emboldened by the admiration Robert had + awakened, imparted his private share in the comedy, namely, the entombment + of Boston in a fifth-fold state; for the Lammies were none of the unco + guid to be censorious upon such exploits. The whole business advanced the + boys in favour at Bodyfauld; and the entreaties of Robert that nothing + should reach his grandmother's ears were entirely unnecessary. + </p> + <p> + After breakfast Miss Lammie dressed the wounded foot. But what was to be + done for shoes, for Robert's Sunday pair had been left at home? Under + ordinary circumstances it would have been no great hardship to him to go + barefoot for the rest of the autumn, but the cut was rather a serious one. + So his feet were cased in a pair of Mr. Lammie's Sunday boots, which, from + their size, made it so difficult for him to get along, that he did not go + far from the doors, but revelled in the company of his violin in the + corn-yard amongst last year's ricks, in the barn, and in the hayloft, + playing all the tunes he knew, and trying over one or two more from a very + dirty old book of Scotch airs, which his teacher had lent him. + </p> + <p> + In the evening, as they sat together after supper, Mr. Lammie said, + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, Robert, hoo's the fiddle?' + </p> + <p> + 'Fine, I thank ye, sir,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Lat's hear what ye can do wi' 't.' + </p> + <p> + Robert fetched the instrument and complied. + </p> + <p> + 'That's no that ill,' remarked the farmer. 'But eh! man, ye suld hae heard + yer gran'father han'le the bow. That was something to hear—ance in a + body's life. Ye wad hae jist thoucht the strings had been drawn frae his + ain inside, he kent them sae weel, and han'led them sae fine. He jist fan' + (felt) them like wi' 's fingers throu' the bow an' the horsehair an' a', + an' a' the time he was drawin' the soun' like the sowl frae them, an' they + jist did onything 'at he likit. Eh! to hear him play the Flooers o' the + Forest wad hae garred ye greit.' + </p> + <p> + 'Cud my father play?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, weel eneuch for him. He could do onything he likit to try, better nor + middlin'. I never saw sic a man. He played upo' the bagpipes, an' the + flute, an' the bugle, an' I kenna what a'; but a'thegither they cam' na + within sicht o' his father upo' the auld fiddle. Lat's hae a luik at her.' + </p> + <p> + He took the instrument in his hands reverently, turned it over and over, + and said, + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ay; it's the same auld mill, an' I wat it grun' (ground) bonny meal.—That + sma' crater noo 'ill be worth a hunner poun', I s' warran',' he added, as + he restored it carefully into Robert's hands, to whom it was honey and + spice to hear his bonny lady paid her due honours. 'Can ye play the + Flooers o' the Forest, no?' he added yet again. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay can I,' answered Robert, with some pride, and laid the bow on the + violin, and played the air through without blundering a single note. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, that's verra weel,' said Mr. Lammie. 'But it's nae mair like as yer + gran'father played it, than gin there war twa sawyers at it, ane at ilka + lug o' the bow, wi' the fiddle atween them in a saw-pit.' + </p> + <p> + Robert's heart sank within him; but Mr. Lammie went on: + </p> + <p> + 'To hear the bow croudin' (cooing), and wailin', an' greitin' ower the + strings, wad hae jist garred ye see the lands o' braid Scotlan' wi' a' the + lasses greitin' for the lads that lay upo' reid Flodden side; lasses to + cut, and lasses to gether, and lasses to bin', and lasses to stook, and + lasses to lead, and no a lad amo' them a'. It's just the murnin' o' women, + doin' men's wark as weel 's their ain, for the men that suld hae been + there to du 't; and I s' warran' ye, no a word to the orra (exceptional, + over-all) lad that didna gang wi' the lave (rest).' + </p> + <p> + Robert had not hitherto understood it—this wail of a pastoral and + ploughing people over those who had left their side to return no more from + the field of battle. But Mr. Lammie's description of his grandfather's + rendering laid hold of his heart. + </p> + <p> + 'I wad raither be grutten for nor kissed,' said he, simply. + </p> + <p> + 'Haud ye to that, my lad,' returned Mr. Lammie. 'Lat the lasses greit for + ye gin they like; but haud oot ower frae the kissin'. I wadna mell wi' + 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot, father, dinna put sic nonsense i' the bairns' heids,' said Miss + Lammie. + </p> + <p> + 'Whilk 's the nonsense, Aggy?' asked her father, slily. 'But I doobt,' he + added, 'he'll never play the Flooers o' the Forest as it suld be playt, + till he's had a taste o' the kissin', lass.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, it's a queer instructor o' yowth, 'at says an' onsays i' the same + breith.' + </p> + <p> + 'Never ye min'. I haena contradickit mysel' yet; for I hae said naething. + But, Robert, my man, ye maun pit mair sowl into yer fiddlin'. Ye canna + play the fiddle till ye can gar 't greit. It's unco ready to that o' 'ts + ain sel'; an' it's my opingon that there's no anither instrument but the + fiddle fit to play the Flooers o' the Forest upo', for that very rizzon, + in a' his Maijesty's dominions.—My father playt the fiddle, but no + like your gran'father.' + </p> + <p> + Robert was silent. He spent the whole of the next morning in reiterated + attempts to alter his style of playing the air in question, but in vain—as + far at least as any satisfaction to himself was the result. He laid the + instrument down in despair, and sat for an hour disconsolate upon the + bedside. His visit had not as yet been at all so fertile in pleasure as he + had anticipated. He could not fly his kite; he could not walk; he had lost + his shoes; Mr. Lammie had not approved of his playing; and, although he + had his will of the fiddle, he could not get his will out of it. He could + never play so as to please Miss St. John. Nothing but manly pride kept him + from crying. He was sorely disappointed and dissatisfied; and the world + might be dreary even at Bodyfauld. + </p> + <p> + Few men can wait upon the bright day in the midst of the dull one. Nor can + many men even wait for it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. JESSIE HEWSON. + </h2> + <p> + The wound on Robert's foot festered, and had not yet healed when the + sickle was first put to the barley. He hobbled out, however, to the + reapers, for he could not bear to be left alone with his violin, so + dreadfully oppressive was the knowledge that he could not use it after its + nature. He began to think whether his incapacity was not a judgment upon + him for taking it away from the soutar, who could do so much more with it, + and to whom, consequently, it was so much more valuable. The pain in his + foot, likewise, had been very depressing; and but for the kindness of his + friends, especially of Miss Lammie, he would have been altogether 'a weary + wight forlorn.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar was happier than ever he had been in his life. His white face hung + on Miss Lammie's looks, and haunted her steps from spence (store-room, as + in Devonshire) to milk-house, and from milk-house to chessel, surmounted + by the glory of his red hair, which a farm-servant declared he had once + mistaken for a fun-buss (whin-bush) on fire. This day she had gone to the + field to see the first handful of barley cut, and Shargar was there, of + course. + </p> + <p> + It was a glorious day of blue and gold, with just wind enough to set the + barley-heads a-talking. But, whether from the heat of the sun, or the pain + of his foot operating on the general discouragement under which he + laboured, Robert turned faint all at once, and dragged himself away to a + cottage on the edge of the field. + </p> + <p> + It was the dwelling of a cottar, whose family had been settled upon the + farm of Bodyfauld from time immemorial. They were, indeed, like other + cottars, a kind of feudal dependents, occupying an acre or two of the + land, in return for which they performed certain stipulated labour, called + cottar-wark. The greater part of the family was employed in the work of + the farm, at the regular wages. + </p> + <p> + Alas for Scotland that such families are now to seek! Would that the + parliaments of our country held such a proportion of noble-minded men as + was once to be found in the clay huts on a hill-side, or grouped about a + central farm, huts whose wretched look would move the pity of many a man + as inferior to their occupants as a King Charles's lap-dog is to a + shepherd's colley. The utensils of their life were mean enough: the life + itself was often elixir vitae—a true family life, looking up to the + high, divine life. But well for the world that such life has been + scattered over it, east and west, the seed of fresh growth in new lands. + Out of offence to the individual, God brings good to the whole; for he + pets no nation, but trains it for the perfect globular life of all nations—of + his world—of his universe. As he makes families mingle, to redeem + each from its family selfishness, so will he make nations mingle, and love + and correct and reform and develop each other, till the planet-world shall + go singing through space one harmony to the God of the whole earth. The + excellence must vanish from one portion, that it may be diffused through + the whole. The seed ripens on one favoured mound, and is scattered over + the plain. We console ourselves with the higher thought, that if Scotland + is worse, the world is better. Yea, even they by whom the offence came, + and who have first to reap the woe of that offence, because they did the + will of God to satisfy their own avarice in laying land to land and house + to house, shall not reap their punishment in having their own will, and + standing therefore alone in the earth when the good of their evil deeds + returns upon it; but the tears of men that ascended to heaven in the heat + of their burning dwellings shall descend in the dew of blessing even on + the hearts of them that kindled the fire.—'Something too much of + this.' + </p> + <p> + Robert lifted the latch, and walked into the cottage. It was not quite so + strange to him as it would be to most of my readers; still, he had not + been in such a place before. A girl who was stooping by the small peat + fire on the hearth looked up, and seeing that he was lame, came across the + heights and hollows of the clay floor to meet him. Robert spoke so faintly + that she could not hear. + </p> + <p> + 'What's yer wull?' she asked; then, changing her tone,—'Eh! ye're no + weel,' she said. 'Come in to the fire. Tak a haud o' me, and come yer wa's + butt.' + </p> + <p> + She was a pretty, indeed graceful girl of about eighteen, with the + elasticity rather than undulation of movement which distinguishes the + peasant from the city girl. She led him to the chimla-lug (the ear of the + chimney), carefully levelled a wooden chair to the inequalities of the + floor, and said, + </p> + <p> + 'Sit ye doon. Will I fess a drappy o' milk?' + </p> + <p> + 'Gie me a drink o' water, gin ye please,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + She brought it. He drank, and felt better. A baby woke in a cradle on the + other side of the fire, and began to cry. The girl went and took him up; + and then Robert saw what she was like. Light-brown hair clustered about a + delicately-coloured face and hazel eyes. Later in the harvest her cheeks + would be ruddy—now they were peach-coloured. A white neck rose above + a pink print jacket, called a wrapper; and the rest of her visible dress + was a blue petticoat. She ended in pretty, brown bare feet. Robert liked + her, and began to talk. If his imagination had not been already filled, he + would have fallen in love with her, I dare say, at once; for, except Miss + St. John, he had never seen anything he thought so beautiful. The baby + cried now and then. + </p> + <p> + 'What ails the bairnie?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, it's jist cuttin' its teeth. Gin it greits muckle, I maun jist tak it + oot to my mither. She'll sune quaiet it. Are ye haudin' better?' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoot, ay. I'm a' richt noo. Is yer mither shearin'?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na. She's gatherin'. The shearin' 's some sair wark for her e'en noo. I + suld hae been shearin', but my mither wad fain hae a day o' the hairst. + She thocht it wud du her gude. But I s' warran' a day o' 't 'll sair + (satisfy) her, and I s' be at it the morn. She's been unco dowie (ailing) + a' the summer; and sae has the bairnie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye maun hae had a sair time o' 't, than.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, some. But I aye got some sleep. I jist tuik the towie (string) into + the bed wi' me, and whan the bairnie grat, I waukit, an' rockit it till 't + fell asleep again. But whiles naething wad du but tak him till 's mammie.' + </p> + <p> + All the time she was hushing and fondling the child, who went on fretting + when not actually crying. + </p> + <p> + 'Is he yer brither, than?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, what ither? I maun tak him, I see. But ye can sit there as lang 's ye + like; and gin ye gang afore I come back, jist turn the key 'i the door to + lat onybody ken that there's naebody i' the hoose.' + </p> + <p> + Robert thanked her, and remained in the shadow by the chimney, which was + formed of two smoke-browned planks fastened up the wall, one on each side, + and an inverted wooden funnel above to conduct the smoke through the roof. + He sat for some time gloomily gazing at a spot of sunlight which burned on + the brown clay floor. All was still as death. And he felt the white-washed + walls even more desolate than if they had been smoke-begrimed. + </p> + <p> + Looking about him, he found over his head something which he did not + understand. It was as big as the stump of a great tree. Apparently it + belonged to the structure of the cottage, but he could not, in the + imperfect light, and the dazzling of the sun-spot at which he had been + staring, make out what it was, or how it came to be up there—unsupported + as far as he could see. He rose to examine it, lifted a bit of tarpaulin + which hung before it, and found a rickety box, suspended by a rope from a + great nail in the wall. It had two shelves in it full of books. + </p> + <p> + Now, although there were more books in Mr. Lammie's house than in his + grandmother's, the only one he had found that in the least enticed him to + read, was a translation of George Buchanan's History of Scotland. This he + had begun to read faithfully, believing every word of it, but had at last + broken down at the fiftieth king or so. Imagine, then, the moon that arose + on the boy when, having pulled a ragged and thumb-worn book from among + those of James Hewson the cottar, he, for the first time, found himself in + the midst of The Arabian Nights. I shrink from all attempt to set forth in + words the rainbow-coloured delight that coruscated in his brain. When + Jessie Hewson returned, she found him seated where she had left him, so + buried in his volume that he did not lift his head when she entered. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye hae gotten a buik,' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay have I,' answered Robert, decisively. + </p> + <p> + 'It's a fine buik, that. Did ye ever see 't afore?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, never.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's three wolums o' 't about, here and there,' said Jessie; and with + the child on one arm, she proceeded with the other hand to search for them + in the crap o' the wa', that is, on the top of the wall where the rafters + rest. + </p> + <p> + There she found two or three books, which, after examining them, she + placed on the dresser beside Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'There's nane o' them there,' she said; 'but maybe ye wad like to luik at + that anes.' + </p> + <p> + Robert thanked her, but was too busy to feel the least curiosity about any + book in the world but the one he was reading. He read on, heart and soul + and mind absorbed in the marvels of the eastern skald; the stories told in + the streets of Cairo, amidst gorgeous costumes, and camels, and + white-veiled women, vibrating here in the heart of a Scotch boy, in the + darkest corner of a mud cottage, at the foot of a hill of cold-loving + pines, with a barefooted girl and a baby for his companions. + </p> + <p> + But the pleasure he had been having was of a sort rather to expedite than + to delay the subjective arrival of dinner-time. There was, however, + happily no occasion to go home in order to appease his hunger; he had but + to join the men and women in the barley-field: there was sure to be + enough, for Miss Lammie was at the head of the commissariat. + </p> + <p> + When he had had as much milk-porridge as he could eat, and a good slice of + swack (elastic) cheese, with a cap (wooden bowl) of ale, all of which he + consumed as if the good of them lay in the haste of their appropriation, + he hurried back to the cottage, and sat there reading The Arabian Nights, + till the sun went down in the orange-hued west, and the gloamin' came, and + with it the reapers, John and Elspet Hewson, and their son George, to + their supper and early bed. + </p> + <p> + John was a cheerful, rough, Roman-nosed, black-eyed man, who took snuff + largely, and was not careful to remove the traces of the habit. He had a + loud voice, and an original way of regarding things, which, with his + vivacity, made every remark sound like the proclamation of a discovery. + </p> + <p> + 'Are ye there, Robert?' said he, as he entered. Robert rose, absorbed and + silent. + </p> + <p> + 'He's been here a' day, readin' like a colliginer,' said Jessie. + </p> + <p> + 'What are ye readin' sae eident (diligent), man?' asked John. + </p> + <p> + 'A buik o' stories, here,' answered Robert, carelessly, shy of being + supposed so much engrossed with them as he really was. + </p> + <p> + I should never expect much of a young poet who was not rather ashamed of + the distinction which yet he chiefly coveted. There is a modesty in all + young delight. It is wild and shy, and would hide itself, like a boy's or + maiden's first love, from the gaze of the people. Something like this was + Robert's feeling over The Arabian Nights. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay,' said John, taking snuff from a small bone spoon, 'it's a gran' buik + that. But my son Charley, him 'at 's deid an' gane hame, wad hae tell't ye + it was idle time readin' that, wi' sic a buik as that ither lyin' at yer + elbuck.' + </p> + <p> + He pointed to one of the books Jessie had taken from the crap o' the wa' + and laid down beside him on the well-scoured dresser. Robert took up the + volume and opened it. There was no title-page. + </p> + <p> + 'The Tempest?' he said. 'What is 't? Poetry?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay is 't. It's Shackspear.' + </p> + <p> + 'I hae heard o' him,' said Robert. 'What was he?' + </p> + <p> + 'A player kin' o' a chiel', wi' an unco sicht o' brains,' answered John. + 'He cudna hae had muckle time to gang skelpin' and sornin' aboot the + country like maist o' thae cattle, gin he vrote a' that, I'm thinkin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur did he bide?' + </p> + <p> + 'Awa' in Englan'—maistly aboot Lonnon, I'm thinkin'. That's the + place for a' by-ordinar fowk, they tell me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo lang is 't sin he deid?' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken. A hunner year or twa, I s' warran'. It's a lang time. But + I'm thinkin' fowk than was jist something like what they are noo. But I + ken unco little aboot him, for the prent 's some sma', and I'm some ill + for losin' my characters, and sae I dinna win that far benn wi' him. + Geordie there 'll tell ye mair aboot him.' + </p> + <p> + But George Hewson had not much to communicate, for he had but lately + landed in Shakspere's country, and had got but a little way inland yet. + Nor did Robert much care, for his head was full of The Arabian Nights. + This, however, was his first introduction to Shakspere. + </p> + <p> + Finding himself much at home, he stopped yet a while, shared in the + supper, and resumed his seat in the corner when the book was brought out + for worship. The iron lamp, with its wick of rush-pith, which hung against + the side of the chimney, was lighted, and John sat down to read. But as + his eyes and the print, too, had grown a little dim with years, the lamp + was not enough, and he asked for a 'fir-can'le.' A splint of fir dug from + the peat-bog was handed to him. He lighted it at the lamp, and held it in + his hand over the page. Its clear resinous flame enabled him to read a + short psalm. Then they sang a most wailful tune, and John prayed. If I + were to give the prayer as he uttered it, I might make my reader laugh, + therefore I abstain, assuring him only that, although full of long words—amongst + the rest, aspiration and ravishment—the prayer of the cheerful, + joke-loving cottar contained evidence of a degree of religious development + rare, I doubt, amongst bishops. + </p> + <p> + When Robert left the cottage, he found the sky partly clouded and the air + cold. The nearest way home was across the barley-stubble of the day's + reaping, which lay under a little hill covered with various species of the + pine. His own soul, after the restful day he had spent, and under the + reaction from the new excitement of the stories he had been reading, was + like a quiet, moonless night. The thought of his mother came back upon + him, and her written words, 'O Lord, my heart is very sore'; and the + thought of his father followed that, and he limped slowly home, laden with + mournfulness. As he reached the middle of the field, the wind was suddenly + there with a low sough from out of the north-west. The heads of barley in + the sheaves leaned away with a soft rustling from before it; and Robert + felt for the first time the sadness of a harvest-field. Then the wind + swept away to the pine-covered hill, and raised a rushing and a wailing + amongst its thin-clad branches, and to the ear of Robert the trees were + singing over again in their night solitudes the air sung by the cottar's + family. When he looked to the north-west, whence the wind came, he saw + nothing but a pale cleft in the sky. The meaning, the music of the night + awoke in his soul; he forgot his lame foot, and the weight of Mr. Lammie's + great boots, ran home and up the stair to his own room, seized his violin + with eager haste, nor laid it down again till he could draw from it, at + will, a sound like the moaning of the wind over the stubble-field. Then he + knew that he could play the Flowers of the Forest. The Wind that Shakes + the Barley cannot have been named from the barley after it was cut, but + while it stood in the field: the Flowers of the Forest was of the gathered + harvest. + </p> + <p> + He tried the air once over in the dark, and then carried his violin down + to the room where Mr. and Miss Lammie sat. + </p> + <p> + 'I think I can play 't noo, Mr. Lammie,' he said abruptly. + </p> + <p> + 'Play what, callant?' asked his host. + </p> + <p> + 'The Flooers o' the Forest.' + </p> + <p> + 'Play awa' than.' + </p> + <p> + And Robert played—not so well as he had hoped. I dare say it was a + humble enough performance, but he gave something at least of the + expression Mr. Lammie desired. For, the moment the tune was over, he + exclaimed, + </p> + <p> + 'Weel dune, Robert man! ye'll be a fiddler some day yet!' + </p> + <p> + And Robert was well satisfied with the praise. + </p> + <p> + 'I wish yer mother had been alive,' the farmer went on. 'She wad hae been + rael prood to hear ye play like that. Eh! she likit the fiddle weel. And + she culd play bonny upo' the piana hersel'. It was something to hear the + twa o' them playing thegither, him on the fiddle—that verra fiddle + o' 's father's 'at ye hae i' yer han'—and her on the piana. Eh! but + she was a bonnie wuman as ever I saw, an' that quaiet! It's my belief she + never thocht aboot her ain beowty frae week's en' to week's en', and + that's no sayin' little—is 't, Aggy?' + </p> + <p> + 'I never preten't ony richt to think aboot sic,' returned Miss Lammie, + with a mild indignation. + </p> + <p> + 'That's richt, lass. Od, ye're aye i' the richt—though I say 't 'at + sudna.' + </p> + <p> + Miss Lammie must indeed have been good-natured, to answer only with a + genuine laugh. Shargar looked explosive with anger. But Robert would fain + hear more of his mother. + </p> + <p> + 'What was my mother like, Mr. Lammie?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, my man! ye suld hae seen her upon a bonnie bay mere that yer father + gae her. Faith! she sat as straught as a rash, wi' jist a hing i' the heid + o' her, like the heid o' a halm o' wild aits.' + </p> + <p> + 'My father wasna that ill till her than?' suggested Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Wha ever daured say sic a thing?' returned Mr. Lammie, but in a tone so + far from satisfactory to Robert, that he inquired no more in that + direction. + </p> + <p> + I need hardly say that from that night Robert was more than ever diligent + with his violin. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. THE DRAGON. + </h2> + <p> + Next day, his foot was so much better that he sent Shargar to Rothieden to + buy the string, taking with him Robert's school-bag, in which to carry off + his Sunday shoes; for as to those left at Dooble Sanny's, they judged it + unsafe to go in quest of them: the soutar could hardly be in a humour fit + to be intruded upon. + </p> + <p> + Having procured the string, Shargar went to Mrs. Falconer's. Anxious not + to encounter her, but, if possible, to bag the boots quietly, he opened + the door, peeped in, and seeing no one, made his way towards the kitchen. + He was arrested, however, as he crossed the passage by the voice of Mrs. + Falconer calling, 'Wha's that?' There she was at the parlour door. It + paralyzed him. His first impulse was to make a rush and escape. But the + boots—he could not go without at least an attempt upon them. So he + turned and faced her with inward trembling. + </p> + <p> + 'Wha's that?' repeated the old lady, regarding him fixedly. 'Ow, it's you! + What duv ye want? Ye camna to see me, I'm thinkin'! What hae ye i' that + bag?' + </p> + <p> + 'I cam to coff (buy) twine for the draigon,' answered Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye had twine eneuch afore!' + </p> + <p> + 'It bruik. It wasna strang eneuch.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur got ye the siller to buy mair? Lat's see 't?' + </p> + <p> + Shargar took the string from the bag. + </p> + <p> + 'Sic a sicht o' twine! What paid ye for 't?' + </p> + <p> + 'A shillin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur got ye the shillin'?' + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Lammie gae 't to Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'I winna hae ye tak siller frae naebody. It's ill mainners. Hae!' said the + old lady, putting her hand in her pocket, and taking out a shilling. + 'Hae,' she said. 'Gie Mr. Lammie back his shillin', an' tell 'im 'at I + wadna hae ye learn sic ill customs as tak siller. It's eneuch to gang + sornin' upon 'im (exacting free quarters) as ye du, ohn beggit for siller. + Are they a' weel?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, brawly,' answered Shargar, putting the shilling in his pocket. + </p> + <p> + In another moment Shargar had, without a word of adieu, embezzled the + shoes, and escaped from the house without seeing Betty. He went straight + to the shop he had just left, and bought another shilling's worth of + string. + </p> + <p> + When he got home, he concealed nothing from Robert, whom he found seated + in the barn, with his fiddle, waiting his return. + </p> + <p> + Robert started to his feet. He could appropriate his grandfather's violin, + to which, possibly, he might have shown as good a right as his grandmother—certainly + his grandfather would have accorded it him—but her money was sacred. + </p> + <p> + 'Shargar, ye vratch!' he cried, 'fess that shillin' here direckly. Tak the + twine wi' ye, and gar them gie ye back the shillin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'They winna brak the bargain,' cried Shargar, beginning almost to whimper, + for a savoury smell of dinner was coming across the yard. + </p> + <p> + 'Tell them it's stown siller, and they'll be in het watter aboot it gin + they dinna gie ye 't back.' + </p> + <p> + 'I maun hae my denner first,' remonstrated Shargar. + </p> + <p> + But the spirit of his grandmother was strong in Robert, and in a matter of + rectitude there must be no temporizing. Therein he could be as tyrannical + as the old lady herself. + </p> + <p> + 'De'il a bite or a sup s' gang ower your thrapple till I see that + shillin'.' + </p> + <p> + There was no help for it. Six hungry miles must be trudged by Shargar ere + he got a morsel to eat. Two hours and a half passed before he reappeared. + But he brought the shilling. As to how he recovered it, Robert questioned + him in vain. Shargar, in his turn, was obstinate. + </p> + <p> + 'She's a some camstairy (unmanageable) wife, that grannie o' yours,' said + Mr. Lammie, when Robert returned the shilling with Mrs. Falconer's + message, 'but I reckon I maun pit it i' my pooch, for she will hae her ain + gait, an' I dinna want to strive wi' her. But gin ony o' ye be in want o' + a shillin' ony day, lads, as lang 's I'm abune the yird—this ane 'll + be grown twa, or maybe mair, 'gen that time.' + </p> + <p> + So saying, the farmer put the shilling into his pocket, and buttoned it + up. + </p> + <p> + The dragon flew splendidly now, and its strength was mighty. It was + Robert's custom to drive a stake in the ground, slanting against the wind, + and thereby tether the animal, as if it were up there grazing in its own + natural region. Then he would lie down by the stake and read The Arabian + Nights, every now and then casting a glance upward at the creature alone + in the waste air, yet all in his power by the string at his side. Somehow + the high-flown dragon was a bond between him and the blue; he seemed + nearer to the sky while it flew, or at least the heaven seemed less far + away and inaccessible. While he lay there gazing, all at once he would + find that his soul was up with the dragon, feeling as it felt, tossing + about with it in the torrents of the air. Out at his eyes it would go, + traverse the dim stairless space, and sport with the wind-blown monster. + Sometimes, to aid his aspiration, he would take a bit of paper, make a + hole in it, pass the end of the string through the hole, and send the + messenger scudding along the line athwart the depth of the wind. If it + stuck by the way, he would get a telescope of Mr. Lammie's, and therewith + watch its struggles till it broke loose, then follow it careering up to + the kite. Away with each successive paper his imagination would fly, and a + sense of air, and height, and freedom settled from his play into his very + soul, a germ to sprout hereafter, and enrich the forms of his aspirations. + And all his after-memories of kite-flying were mingled with pictures of + eastern magnificence, for from the airy height of the dragon his eyes + always came down upon the enchanted pages of John Hewson's book. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes, again, he would throw down his book, and sitting up with his + back against the stake, lift his bonny leddy from his side, and play as he + had never played in Rothieden, playing to the dragon aloft, to keep him + strong in his soaring, and fierce in his battling with the winds of + heaven. Then he fancied that the monster swooped and swept in arcs, and + swayed curving to and fro, in rhythmic response to the music floating up + through the wind. + </p> + <p> + What a full globated symbolism lay then around the heart of the boy in his + book, his violin, his kite! + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. DR. ANDERSON. + </h2> + <p> + One afternoon, as they were sitting at their tea, a footstep in the garden + approached the house, and then a figure passed the window. Mr. Lammie + started to his feet. + </p> + <p> + 'Bless my sowl, Aggy! that's Anderson!' he cried, and hurried to the door. + </p> + <p> + His daughter followed. The boys kept their seats. A loud and hearty + salutation reached their ears; but the voice of the farmer was all they + heard. Presently he returned, bringing with him the tallest and slenderest + man Robert had ever seen. He was considerably over six feet, with a small + head, and delicate, if not fine features, a gentle look in his blue eyes, + and a slow clear voice, which sounded as if it were thinking about every + word it uttered. The hot sun of India seemed to have burned out everything + self-assertive, leaving him quietly and rather sadly contemplative. + </p> + <p> + 'Come in, come in,' repeated Mr. Lammie, overflowing with glad welcome. + 'What'll ye hae? There's a frien' o' yer ain,' he continued, pointing to + Robert, 'an' a fine lad.' Then lowering his voice, he added: 'A son o' + poor Anerew's, ye ken, doctor.' + </p> + <p> + The boys rose, and Dr. Anderson, stretching his long arms across the + table, shook hands kindly with Robert and Shargar. Then he sat down and + began to help himself to the cakes (oat-cake), at which Robert wondered, + seeing there was 'white breid' on the table. Miss Lammie presently came in + with the teapot and some additional dainties, and the boys took the + opportunity of beginning at the beginning again. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Anderson remained for a few days at Bodyfauld, sending Shargar to + Rothieden for some necessaries from The Boar's Head, where he had left his + servant and luggage. During this time Mr. Lammie was much occupied with + his farm affairs, anxious to get his harvest in as quickly as possible, + because a change of weather was to be dreaded; so the doctor was left a + good deal to himself. He was fond of wandering about, but, thoughtful as + he was, did not object to the companionship which Robert implicitly + offered him: before many hours were over, the two were friends. + </p> + <p> + Various things attracted Robert to the doctor. First, he was a relation of + his own, older than himself, the first he had known except his father, and + Robert's heart was one of the most dutiful. Second, or perhaps I ought to + have put this first, he was the only gentleman, except Eric Ericson, whose + acquaintance he had yet made. Third, he was kind to him, and gentle to + him, and, above all, respectful to him; and to be respected was a new + sensation to Robert altogether. And lastly, he could tell stories of + elephants and tiger hunts, and all The Arabian Nights of India. He did not + volunteer much talk, but Robert soon found that he could draw him out. + </p> + <p> + But what attracted the man to the boy? + </p> + <p> + 'Ah! Robert,' said the doctor one day, sadly, 'it's a sore thing to come + home after being thirty years away.' + </p> + <p> + He looked up at the sky, then all around at the hills: the face of Nature + alone remained the same. Then his glance fell on Robert, and he saw a pair + of black eyes looking up at him, brimful of tears. And thus the man was + drawn to the boy. + </p> + <p> + Robert worshipped Dr. Anderson. As long as he remained their visitor, kite + and violin and all were forgotten, and he followed him like a dog. To have + such a gentleman for a relation, was grand indeed. What could he do for + him? He ministered to him in all manner of trifles—a little to the + amusement of Dr. Anderson, but more to his pleasure, for he saw that the + boy was both large-hearted and lowly-minded: Dr. Anderson had learned to + read character, else he would never have been the honour to his profession + that he was. + </p> + <p> + But all the time Robert could not get him to speak about his father. He + steadily avoided the subject. + </p> + <p> + When he went away, the two boys walked with him to The Boar's Head, caught + a glimpse of his Hindoo attendant, much to their wonderment, received from + the doctor a sovereign apiece and a kind good-bye, and returned to + Bodyfauld. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Anderson remained a few days longer at Rothieden, and amongst others + visited Mrs. Falconer, who was his first cousin. What passed between them + Robert never heard, nor did his grandmother even allude to the visit. He + went by the mail-coach from Rothieden to Aberdeen, and whether he should + ever see him again Robert did not know. + </p> + <p> + He flew his kite no more for a while, but betook himself to the work of + the harvest-field, in which he was now able for a share. But his violin + was no longer neglected. + </p> + <p> + Day after day passed in the delights of labour, broken for Robert by The + Arabian Nights and the violin, and for Shargar by attendance upon Miss + Lammie, till the fields lay bare of their harvest, and the night-wind of + autumn moaned everywhere over the vanished glory of the country, and it + was time to go back to school. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. AN AUTO DA FÉ. + </h2> + <p> + The morning at length arrived when Robert and Shargar must return to + Rothieden. A keen autumnal wind was blowing far-off feathery clouds across + a sky of pale blue; the cold freshened the spirits of the boys, and + tightened their nerves and muscles, till they were like bow-strings. No + doubt the winter was coming, but the sun, although his day's work was + short and slack, was still as clear as ever. So gladsome was the world, + that the boys received the day as a fresh holiday, and strenuously forgot + to-morrow. The wind blew straight from Rothieden, and between sun and wind + a bright thought awoke in Robert. The dragon should not be carried—he + should fly home. + </p> + <p> + After they had said farewell, in which Shargar seemed to suffer more than + Robert, and had turned the corner of the stable, they heard the good + farmer shouting after them, + </p> + <p> + 'There'll be anither hairst neist year, boys,' which wonderfully restored + their spirits. When they reached the open road, Robert laid his violin + carefully into a broom-bush. Then the tail was unrolled, and the dragon + ascended steady as an angel whose work is done. Shargar took the stick at + the end of the string, and Robert resumed his violin. But the creature was + hard to lead in such a wind; so they made a loop on the string, and passed + it round Shargar's chest, and he tugged the dragon home. Robert longed to + take his share in the struggle, but he could not trust his violin to + Shargar, and so had to walk beside ingloriously. On the way they laid + their plans for the accommodation of the dragon. But the violin was the + greater difficulty. Robert would not hear of the factory, for reasons best + known to himself, and there were serious objections to taking it to Dooble + Sanny. It was resolved that the only way was to seize the right moment, + and creep upstairs with it before presenting themselves to Mrs. Falconer. + Their intended manoeuvres with the kite would favour the concealment of + this stroke. + </p> + <p> + Before they entered the town they drew in the kite a little way, and cut + off a dozen yards of the string, which Robert put in his pocket, with a + stone tied to the end. When they reached the house, Shargar went into the + little garden and tied the string of the kite to the paling between that + and Captain Forsyth's. Robert opened the street door, and having turned + his head on all sides like a thief, darted with his violin up the stairs. + Having laid his treasure in one of the presses in Shargar's garret, he + went to his own, and from the skylight threw the stone down into the + captain's garden, fastening the other end of the string to the bedstead. + Escaping as cautiously as he had entered, he passed hurriedly into their + neighbour's garden, found the stone, and joined Shargar. The ends were + soon united, and the kite let go. It sunk for a moment, then, arrested by + the bedstead, towered again to its former 'pride of place,' sailing over + Rothieden, grand and unconcerned, in the wastes of air. + </p> + <p> + But the end of its tether was in Robert's garret. And that was to him a + sense of power, a thought of glad mystery. There was henceforth, while the + dragon flew, a relation between the desolate little chamber, in that lowly + house buried among so many more aspiring abodes, and the unmeasured depths + and spaces, the stars, and the unknown heavens. And in the next chamber + lay the fiddle free once more,—yet another magical power whereby his + spirit could forsake the earth and mount heavenwards. + </p> + <p> + All that night, all the next day, all the next night, the dragon flew. + </p> + <p> + Not one smile broke over the face of the old lady as she received them. + Was it because she did not know what acts of disobedience, what breaches + of the moral law, the two children of possible perdition might have + committed while they were beyond her care, and she must not run the risk + of smiling upon iniquity? I think it was rather that there was no smile in + her religion, which, while it developed the power of a darkened + conscience, overlaid and half-smothered all the lovelier impulses of her + grand nature. How could she smile? Did not the world lie under the wrath + and curse of God? Was not her own son in hell for ever? Had not the blood + of the Son of God been shed for him in vain? Had not God meant that it + should be in vain? For by the gift of his Spirit could he not have enabled + him to accept the offered pardon? And for anything she knew, was not + Robert going after him to the place of misery? How could she smile? + </p> + <p> + 'Noo be dooce,' she said, the moment she had shaken hands with them, with + her cold hands, so clean and soft and smooth. With a volcanic heart of + love, her outside was always so still and cold!—snow on the mountain + sides, hot vein-coursing lava within. For her highest duty was submission + to the will of God. Ah! if she had only known the God who claimed her + submission! But there is time enough for every heart to know him. + </p> + <p> + 'Noo be dooce,' she repeated, 'an' sit doon, and tell me aboot the fowk at + Bodyfauld. I houpe ye thankit them, or ye left, for their muckle kindness + to ye.' + </p> + <p> + The boys were silent. + </p> + <p> + 'Didna ye thank them?' + </p> + <p> + 'No, grannie; I dinna think 'at we did.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, that was ill-faured o' ye. Eh! but the hert is deceitfu' aboon a' + thing, and desperately wicked. Who can know it? Come awa'. Come awa'. + Robert, festen the door.' + </p> + <p> + And she led them to the corner for prayer, and poured forth a confession + of sin for them and for herself, such as left little that could have been + added by her own profligate son, had he joined in the prayer. Either there + are no degrees in guilt, or the Scotch language was equal only to the + confession of children and holy women, and could provide no more awful + words for the contrition of the prodigal or the hypocrite. But the words + did little harm, for Robert's mind was full of the kite and the violin, + and was probably nearer God thereby than if he had been trying to feel as + wicked as his grandmother told God that he was. Shargar was even more + divinely employed at the time than either; for though he had not had the + manners to thank his benefactor, his heart had all the way home been full + of tender thoughts of Miss Lammie's kindness; and now, instead of + confessing sins that were not his, he was loving her over and over, and + wishing to be back with her instead of with this awfully good woman, in + whose presence there was no peace, for all the atmosphere of silence and + calm in which she sat. + </p> + <p> + Confession over, and the boys at liberty again, a new anxiety seized them. + Grannie must find out that Robert's shoes were missing, and what account + was to be given of the misfortune, for Robert would not, or could not lie? + In the midst of their discussion a bright idea flashed upon Shargar, + which, however, he kept to himself: he would steal them, and bring them + home in triumph, emulating thus Robert's exploit in delivering his bonny + leddy. + </p> + <p> + The shoemaker sat behind his door to be out of the draught: Shargar might + see a great part of the workshop without being seen, and he could pick + Robert's shoes from among a hundred. Probably they lay just where Robert + had laid them, for Dooble Sanny paid attention to any job only in + proportion to the persecution accompanying it. + </p> + <p> + So the next day Shargar contrived to slip out of school just as the + writing lesson began, for he had great skill in conveying himself unseen, + and, with his book-bag, slunk barefooted into the soutar's entry. + </p> + <p> + The shop door was a little way open, and the red eyes of Shargar had only + the corner next it to go peering about in. But there he saw the shoes. He + got down on his hands and knees, and crept nearer. Yes, they were beyond a + doubt Robert's shoes. He made a long arm, like a beast of prey, seized + them, and, losing his presence of mind upon possession, drew them too + hastily towards him. The shoemaker saw them as they vanished through the + door, and darted after them. Shargar was off at full speed, and Sandy + followed with hue and cry. Every idle person in the street joined in the + pursuit, and all who were too busy or too respectable to run crowded to + door and windows. Shargar made instinctively for his mother's old lair; + but bethinking himself when he reached the door, he turned, and, knowing + nowhere else to go, fled in terror to Mrs. Falconer's, still, however, + holding fast by the shoes, for they were Robert's. + </p> + <p> + As Robert came home from school, wondering what could have become of his + companion, he saw a crowd about his grandmother's door, and pushing his + way through it in some dismay, found Dooble Sanny and Shargar confronting + each other before the stern justice of Mrs. Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye're a leear,' the soutar was panting out. 'I haena had a pair o' shune + o' Robert's i' my han's this three month. Thae shune—lat me see them—they're—Here's + Robert himsel'. Are thae shune yours, noo, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay are they. Ye made them yersel'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo cam they in my chop, than?' + </p> + <p> + 'Speir nae mair quest'ons nor's worth answerin',' said Robert, with a look + meant to be significant. 'They're my shune, and I'll keep them. Aiblins ye + dinna aye ken wha's shune ye hae, or whan they cam in to ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for didna Shargar come an' speir efter them, than, in place o' + makin' a thief o' himsel' that gait?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye may haud yer tongue,' returned Robert, with yet more significance. + </p> + <p> + 'I was aye a gowk (idiot),' said Shargar, in apologetic reflection, + looking awfully white, and afraid to lift an eye to Mrs. Falconer, yet + reassured a little by Robert's presence. + </p> + <p> + Some glimmering seemed now to have dawned upon the soutar, for he began to + prepare a retreat. Meantime Mrs. Falconer sat silent, allowing no word + that passed to escape her. She wanted to be at the bottom of the + mysterious affair, and therefore held her peace. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I'm sure, Robert, ye never tellt me aboot the shune,' said + Alexander. 'I s' jist tak them back wi' me, and du what's wantit to them. + And I'm sorry that I hae gien ye this tribble, Mistress Faukner; but it + was a' that fule's wite there. I didna even ken it was him, till we war + near-han' the hoose.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lat me see the shune,' said Mrs. Falconer, speaking almost for the first + time. 'What's the maitter wi' them?' + </p> + <p> + Examining the shoes, she saw they were in a perfectly sound state, and + this confirmed her suspicion that there was more in the affair than had + yet come out. Had she taken the straightforward measure of examining + Robert, she would soon have arrived at the truth. But she had such a dread + of causing a lie to be told, that she would adopt any roundabout way + rather than ask a plain question of a suspected culprit. So she laid the + shoes down beside her, saying to the soutar, + </p> + <p> + 'There's naething amiss wi' the shune. Ye can lea' them.' + </p> + <p> + Thereupon Alexander went away, and Robert and Shargar would have given + more than their dinner to follow him. Grannie neither asked any questions, + however, nor made a single remark on what had passed. Dinner was served + and eaten, and the boys returned to their afternoon school. + </p> + <p> + No sooner was she certain that they were safe under the school-master's + eye than the old lady put on her black silk bonnet and her black woollen + shawl, took her green cotton umbrella, which served her for a staff, and, + refusing Betty's proffered assistance, set out for Dooble Sanny's shop. + </p> + <p> + As she drew near she heard the sounds of his violin. When she entered, he + laid his auld wife carefully aside, and stood in an expectant attitude. + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Elshender, I want to be at the boddom o' this,' said Mrs. Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, mem, gang to the boddom o' 't,' returned Dooble Sanny, dropping on + his stool, and taking his stone upon his lap and stroking it, as if it had + been some quadrupedal pet. Full of rough but real politeness to women when + in good humour, he lost all his manners along with his temper upon the + slightest provocation, and her tone irritated him. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo cam Robert's shune to be i' your shop?' + </p> + <p> + 'Somebody bude till hae brocht them, mem. In a' my expairience, and that's + no sma', I never kent pair o' shune gang ohn a pair o' feet i' the wame o' + them.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots! what kin' o' gait 's that to speyk till a body? Whase feet was + inside the shune?' + </p> + <p> + 'De'il a bit o' me kens, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna sweir, whatever ye du.' + </p> + <p> + 'De'il but I will sweir, mem; an' gin ye anger me, I'll jist sweir awfu'.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm sure I hae nae wuss to anger ye, man! Canna ye help a body to win at + the boddom o' a thing ohn angert an' sworn?' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I kenna wha brocht the shune, as I tellt ye a'ready.' + </p> + <p> + 'But they wantit nae men'in'.' + </p> + <p> + 'I micht hae men't them an' forgotten 't, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'Noo ye're leein'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ye gang on that gait, mem, I winna speyk a word o' trowth frae this + moment foret.' + </p> + <p> + 'Jist tell me what ye ken aboot thae shune, an' I'll no say anither word.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, mem, I'll tell ye the trowth. The de'il brocht them in ae day in a + lang taings; and says he, “Elshender, men' thae shune for puir Robby + Faukner; an' dooble-sole them for the life o' ye; for that auld + luckie-minnie o' his 'ill sune hae him doon oor gait, and the grun' 's het + i' the noo; an' I dinna want to be ower sair upon him, for he's a fine + chield, an' 'll mak a fine fiddler gin he live lang eneuch.”' + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer left the shop without another word, but with an awful + suspicion which the last heedless words of the shoemaker had aroused in + her bosom. She left him bursting with laughter over his lapstone. He + caught up his fiddle and played The De'il's i' the Women lustily and with + expression. But he little thought what he had done. + </p> + <p> + As soon as she reached her own room, she went straight to her bed and + disinterred the bonny leddy's coffin. She was gone; and in her stead, + horror of horrors! lay in the unhallowed chest that body of divinity known + as Boston's Fourfold State. Vexation, anger, disappointment, and grief + possessed themselves of the old woman's mind. She ranged the house like + the 'questing beast' of the Round Table, but failed in finding the violin + before the return of the boys. Not a word did she say all that evening, + and their oppressed hearts foreboded ill. They felt that there was thunder + in the clouds, a sleeping storm in the air; but how or when it would break + they had no idea. + </p> + <p> + Robert came home to dinner the next day a few minutes before Shargar. As + he entered his grandmother's parlour, a strange odour greeted his sense. A + moment more, and he stood rooted with horror, and his hair began to rise + on his head. His violin lay on its back on the fire, and a yellow tongue + of flame was licking the red lips of a hole in its belly. All its strings + were shrivelled up save one, which burst as he gazed. And beside, stern as + a Druidess, sat his grandmother in her chair, feeding her eyes with grim + satisfaction on the detestable sacrifice. At length the rigidity of + Robert's whole being relaxed in an involuntary howl like that of a wild + beast, and he turned and rushed from the house in a helpless agony of + horror. Where he was going he knew not, only a blind instinct of modesty + drove him to hide his passion from the eyes of men. + </p> + <p> + From her window Miss St. John saw him tearing like one demented along the + top walk of the captain's garden, and watched for his return. He came far + sooner than she expected. + </p> + <p> + Before he arrived at the factory, Robert began to hear strange sounds in + the desolate place. When he reached the upper floor, he found men with axe + and hammer destroying the old woodwork, breaking the old jennies, pitching + the balls of lead into baskets, and throwing the spools into crates. Was + there nothing but destruction in the world? There, most horrible! his + 'bonny leddy' dying of flames, and here, the temple of his refuge torn to + pieces by unhallowed hands! What could it mean? Was his grandmother's + vengeance here too? But he did not care. He only felt like the dove sent + from the ark, that there was no rest for the sole of his foot, that there + was no place to hide his head in his agony—that he was naked to the + universe; and like a heartless wild thing hunted till its brain is of no + more use, he turned and rushed back again upon his track. At one end was + the burning idol, at the other the desecrated temple. + </p> + <p> + No sooner had he entered the captain's garden than Miss St. John met him. + </p> + <p> + 'What is the matter with you, Robert?' she asked, kindly. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, mem!' gasped Robert, and burst into a very storm of weeping. + </p> + <p> + It was long before he could speak. He cowered before Miss St. John as if + conscious of an unfriendly presence, and seeking to shelter himself by her + tall figure from his grandmother's eyes. For who could tell but at the + moment she might be gazing upon him from some window, or even from the + blue vault above? There was no escaping her. She was the all-seeing eye + personified—the eye of the God of the theologians of his country, + always searching out the evil, and refusing to acknowledge the good. Yet + so gentle and faithful was the heart of Robert, that he never thought of + her as cruel. He took it for granted that somehow or other she must be + right. Only what a terrible thing such righteousness was! He stood and + wept before the lady. + </p> + <p> + Her heart was sore for the despairing boy. She drew him to a little + summer-seat. He entered with her, and sat down, weeping still. She did her + best to soothe him. At last, sorely interrupted by sobs, he managed to let + her know the fate of his 'bonnie leddy.' But when he came to the words, + 'She's burnin' in there upo' granny's fire,' he broke out once more with + that wild howl of despair, and then, ashamed of himself, ceased weeping + altogether, though he could not help the intrusion of certain chokes and + sobs upon his otherwise even, though low and sad speech. + </p> + <p> + Knowing nothing of Mrs. Falconer's character, Miss St. John set her down + as a cruel and heartless as well as tyrannical and bigoted old woman, and + took the mental position of enmity towards her. In a gush of motherly + indignation she kissed Robert on the forehead. + </p> + <p> + From that chrism he arose a king. + </p> + <p> + He dried his eyes; not another sob even broke from him; he gave one look, + but no word of gratitude, to Miss St. John; bade her good-bye; and walked + composedly into his grandmother's parlour, where the neck of the violin + yet lay upon the fire only half consumed. The rest had vanished utterly. + </p> + <p> + 'What are they duin' doon at the fact'ry, grannie?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'What's wha duin', laddie?' returned his grandmother, curtly. + </p> + <p> + 'They're takin' 't doon.' + </p> + <p> + 'Takin' what doon?' she returned, with raised voice. + </p> + <p> + 'Takin' doon the hoose.' + </p> + <p> + The old woman rose. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, ye may hae spite in yer hert for what I hae dune this mornin', + but I cud do no ither. An' it's an ill thing to tak sic amen's o' me, as + gin I had dune wrang, by garrin' me troo 'at yer grandfather's property + was to gang the gait o' 's auld, useless, ill-mainnert scraich o' a + fiddle.' + </p> + <p> + 'She was the bonniest fiddle i' the country-side, grannie. And she never + gae a scraich in her life 'cep' whan she was han'let in a mainner + unbecomin'. But we s' say nae mair aboot her, for she's gane, an' no by a + fair strae-deith (death on one's own straw) either. She had nae blude to + cry for vengeance; but the snappin' o' her strings an' the crackin' o' her + banes may hae made a cry to gang far eneuch notwithstandin'.' + </p> + <p> + The old woman seemed for one moment rebuked under her grandson's + eloquence. He had made a great stride towards manhood since the morning. + </p> + <p> + 'The fiddle's my ain,' she said, in a defensive tone. 'And sae is the + fact'ry,' she added, as if she had not quite reassured herself concerning + it. + </p> + <p> + 'The fiddle's yours nae mair, grannie. And for the fact'ry—ye winna + believe me: gang and see yersel'.' + </p> + <p> + Therewith Robert retreated to his garret. + </p> + <p> + When he opened the door of it, the first thing he saw was the string of + his kite, which, strange to tell, so steady had been the wind, was still + up in the air—still tugging at the bedpost. Whether it was from the + stinging thought that the true sky-soarer, the violin, having been + devoured by the jaws of the fire-devil, there was no longer any + significance in the outward and visible sign of the dragon, or from a dim + feeling that the time of kites was gone by and manhood on the threshold, I + cannot tell; but he drew his knife from his pocket, and with one + down-stroke cut the string in twain. Away went the dragon, free, like a + prodigal, to his ruin. And with the dragon, afar into the past, flew the + childhood of Robert Falconer. He made one remorseful dart after the string + as it swept out of the skylight, but it was gone beyond remeid. And never + more, save in twilight dreams, did he lay hold on his childhood again. But + he knew better and better, as the years rolled on, that he approached a + deeper and holier childhood, of which that had been but the feeble and + necessarily vanishing type. + </p> + <p> + As the kite sank in the distance, Mrs. Falconer issued from the house, and + went down the street towards the factory. + </p> + <p> + Before she came back the cloth was laid for dinner, and Robert and Shargar + were both in the parlour awaiting her return. She entered heated and + dismayed, went into Robert's bedroom, and shut the door hastily. They + heard her open the old bureau. In a moment after she came out with a more + luminous expression upon her face than Robert had ever seen it bear. It + was as still as ever, but there was a strange light in her eyes, which was + not confined to her eyes, but shone in a measure from her colourless + forehead and cheeks as well. It was long before Robert was able to + interpret that change in her look, and that increase of kindness towards + himself and Shargar, apparently such a contrast with the holocaust of the + morning. Had they both been Benjamins they could not have had more + abundant platefuls than she gave them that day. And when they left her to + return to school, instead of the usual 'Noo be douce,' she said, in + gentle, almost loving tones, 'Noo, be good lads, baith o' ye.' + </p> + <p> + The conclusion at which Falconer did arrive was that his grandmother had + hurried home to see whether the title-deeds of the factory were still in + her possession, and had found that they were gone—taken, doubtless, + by her son Andrew. At whatever period he had appropriated them, he must + have parted with them but recently. And the hope rose luminous that her + son had not yet passed into the region 'where all life dies, death lives.' + Terrible consolation! Terrible creed, which made the hope that he was + still on this side of the grave working wickedness, light up the face of + the mother, and open her hand in kindness. Is it suffering, or is it + wickedness, that is the awful thing? 'Ah! but they are both combined in + the other world.' And in this world too, I answer; only, according to Mrs. + Falconer's creed, in the other world God, for the sake of the suffering, + renders the wickedness eternal! + </p> + <p> + The old factory was in part pulled down, and out of its remains a granary + constructed. Nor did the old lady interpose a word to arrest the + alienation of her property. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. BOOT FOR BALE. + </h2> + <p> + Mary St. John was the orphan daughter of an English clergyman, who had + left her money enough to make her at least independent. Mrs. Forsyth, + hearing that her niece was left alone in the world, had concluded that her + society would be a pleasure to herself and a relief to the housekeeping. + Even before her father's death, Miss St. John, having met with a + disappointment, and concluded herself dead to the world, had been looking + about for some way of doing good. The prospect of retirement, therefore, + and of being useful to her sick aunt, had drawn her northwards. + </p> + <p> + She was now about six-and-twenty, filled with two passions—one for + justice, the other for music. Her griefs had not made her selfish, nor had + her music degenerated into sentiment. The gentle style of the instruction + she had received had never begotten a diseased self-consciousness; and if + her religion lacked something of the intensity without which a character + like hers could not be evenly balanced, its force was not spent on the + combating of unholy doubts and selfish fears, but rose on the wings of her + music in gentle thanksgiving. Tears had changed her bright-hued hopes into + a dove-coloured submission, through which her mind was passing towards a + rainbow dawn such as she had never dreamed of. To her as yet the Book of + Common Prayer contained all the prayers that human heart had need to + offer; what things lay beyond its scope must lie beyond the scope of + religion. All such things must be parted with one day, and if they had + been taken from her very soon, she was the sooner free from the painful + necessity of watching lest earthly love should remove any of the old + landmarks dividing what was God's from what was only man's. She had now + retired within the pale of religion, and left the rest of her being, as + she thought, 'to dull forgetfulness a prey.' + </p> + <p> + She had little comfort in the society of her aunt. Indeed, she felt + strongly tempted to return again to England the same month, and seek a + divine service elsewhere. But it was not at all so easy then as it is now + for a woman to find the opportunity of being helpful in the world of + suffering. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Forsyth was one of those women who get their own way by the very vis + inertiae of their silliness. No argument could tell upon her. She was so + incapable of seeing anything noble that her perfect satisfaction with + everything she herself thought, said, or did, remained unchallenged. She + had just illness enough to swell her feeling of importance. She looked + down upon Mrs. Falconer from such an immeasurable height that she could + not be indignant with her for anything; she only vouchsafed a laugh now + and then at her oddities, holding no further communication with her than a + condescending bend of the neck when they happened to meet, which was not + once a year. But, indeed, she would have patronized the angel Gabriel, if + she had had a chance, and no doubt given him a hint or two upon the proper + way of praising God. For the rest, she was good-tempered, looked + comfortable, and quarrelled with nobody but her rough honest old bear of a + husband, whom, in his seventieth year, she was always trying to teach good + manners, with the frequent result of a storm of swearing. + </p> + <p> + But now Mary St. John was thoroughly interested in the strange boy whose + growing musical pinions were ever being clipped by the shears of + unsympathetic age and crabbed religion, and the idea of doing something + for him to make up for the injustice of his grandmother awoke in her a + slight glow of that interest in life which she sought only in doing good. + But although ere long she came to love the boy very truly, and although + Shargar's life was bound up in the favour of Robert, yet neither stooping + angel nor foot-following dog ever loved the lad with the love of that old + grandmother, who would for him have given herself to the fire to which she + had doomed his greatest delight. + </p> + <p> + For some days Robert worked hard at his lessons, for he had nothing else + to do. Life was very gloomy now. If he could only go to sea, or away to + keep sheep on the stormy mountains! If there were only some war going on, + that he might list! Any fighting with the elements, or with the oppressors + of the nations, would make life worth having, a man worth being. But God + did not heed. He leaned over the world, a dark care, an immovable fate, + bearing down with the weight of his presence all aspiration, all budding + delights of children and young persons: all must crouch before him, and + uphold his glory with the sacrificial death of every impulse, every + admiration, every lightness of heart, every bubble of laughter. Or—which + to a mind like Robert's was as bad—if he did not punish for these + things, it was because they came not within the sphere of his + condescension, were not worth his notice: of sympathy could be no + question. + </p> + <p> + But this gloom did not last long. When souls like Robert's have been + ill-taught about God, the true God will not let them gaze too long upon + the Moloch which men have set up to represent him. He will turn away their + minds from that which men call him, and fill them with some of his own + lovely thoughts or works, such as may by degrees prepare the way for a + vision of the Father. + </p> + <p> + One afternoon Robert was passing the soutar's shop. He had never gone near + him since his return. But now, almost mechanically, he went in at the open + door. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, Robert, ye are a stranger. But what's the maitter wi' ye? Faith! + yon was an ill plisky ye played me to brak into my chop an' steal the + bonnie leddy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sandy,' said Robert, solemnly, 'ye dinna ken what ye hae dune by that + trick ye played me. Dinna ever mention her again i' my hearin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'The auld witch hasna gotten a grup o' her again?' cried the shoemaker, + starting half up in alarm. 'She cam here to me aboot the shune, but I + reckon I sortit her!' + </p> + <p> + 'I winna speir what ye said,' returned Robert. 'It's no maitter noo.' + </p> + <p> + And the tears rose to his eyes. His bonny lady! + </p> + <p> + 'The Lord guide 's!' exclaimed the soutar. 'What is the maitter wi' the + bonnie leddy?' + </p> + <p> + 'There's nae bonnie leddy ony mair. I saw her brunt to death afore my + verra ain een.' + </p> + <p> + The shoemaker sprang to his feet and caught up his paring knife. + </p> + <p> + 'For God's sake, say 'at yer leein'!' he cried. + </p> + <p> + 'I wish I war leein',' returned Robert. + </p> + <p> + The soutar uttered a terrible oath, and swore— + </p> + <p> + 'I'll murder the auld—.' The epithet he ended with is too ugly to + write. + </p> + <p> + 'Daur to say sic a word in ae breath wi' my grannie,' cried Robert, + snatching up the lapstone, 'an' I'll brain ye upo' yer ain shop-flure.' + </p> + <p> + Sandy threw the knife on his stool, and sat down beside it. Robert dropped + the lapstone. Sandy took it up and burst into tears, which before they + were half down his face, turned into tar with the blackness of the same. + </p> + <p> + 'I'm an awfu' sinner,' he said, 'and vengeance has owerta'en me. Gang oot + o' my chop! I wasna worthy o' her. Gang oot, I say, or I'll kill ye.' + </p> + <p> + Robert went. Close by the door he met Miss St. John. He pulled off his + cap, and would have passed her. But she stopped him. + </p> + <p> + 'I am going for a walk a little way,' she said. 'Will you go with me?' + </p> + <p> + She had come out in the hope of finding him, for she had seen him go up + the street. + </p> + <p> + 'That I wull,' returned Robert, and they walked on together. + </p> + <p> + When they were beyond the last house, Miss St. John said, + </p> + <p> + 'Would you like to play on the piano, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, mem!' said Robert, with a deep suspiration. Then, after a pause: 'But + duv ye think I cud?' + </p> + <p> + 'There's no fear of that. Let me see your hands.' + </p> + <p> + 'They're some black, I doobt, mem,' he remarked, rubbing them hard upon + his trowsers before he showed them; 'for I was amaist cawin' oot the + brains o' Dooble Sanny wi' his ain lapstane. He's an ill-tongued chield. + But eh! mem, ye suld hear him play upo' the fiddle! He's greitin' his een + oot e'en noo for the bonnie leddy.' + </p> + <p> + Not discouraged by her inspection of his hands, black as they were, Miss + St. John continued, + </p> + <p> + 'But what would your grandmother say?' she asked. + </p> + <p> + 'She maun ken naething aboot it, mem. I can-not tell her a'thing. She wad + greit an' pray awfu', an' lock me up, I daursay. Ye see, she thinks a' + kin' o' music 'cep' psalm-singin' comes o' the deevil himsel'. An' I canna + believe that. For aye whan I see onything by ordinar bonnie, sic like as + the mune was last nicht, it aye gars me greit for my brunt fiddle.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, you must come to me every day for half-an-hour at least, and I will + give you a lesson on my piano. But you can't learn by that. And my aunt + could never bear to hear you practising. So I'll tell you what you must + do. I have a small piano in my own room. Do you know there is a door from + your house into my room?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay,' said Robert. 'That hoose was my father's afore your uncle bought it. + My father biggit it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Is it long since your father died?' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'Where did he die?' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you remember it?' + </p> + <p> + 'No, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, if you will come to my room, you shall practise there. I shall be + down-stairs with my aunt. But perhaps I may look up now and then, to see + how you are getting on. I will leave the door unlocked, so that you can + come in when you like. If I don't want you, I will lock the door. You + understand? You mustn't be handling things, you know.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, mem, ye may lippen (trust) to me. But I'm jist feared to lat ye + hear me lay a finger upo' the piana, for it's little I cud do wi' my + fiddle, an', for the piana! I'm feart I'll jist scunner (disgust) ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'If you really want to learn, there will be no fear of that,' returned + Miss St. John, guessing at the meaning of the word scunner. 'I don't think + I am doing anything wrong,' she added, half to herself, in a somewhat + doubtful tone. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed no, mem. Ye're jist an angel unawares. For I maist think sometimes + that my grannie 'll drive me wud (mad); for there's naething to read but + guid buiks, an' naething to sing but psalms; an' there's nae fun aboot the + hoose but Betty; an' puir Shargar's nearhan' dementit wi' 't. An' we maun + pray till her whether we will or no. An' there's no comfort i' the place + but plenty to ate; an' that canna be guid for onybody. She likes flooers, + though, an' wad like me to gar them grow; but I dinna care aboot it: they + tak sic a time afore they come to onything.' + </p> + <p> + Then Miss St. John inquired about Shargar, and began to feel rather + differently towards the old lady when she had heard the story. But how she + laughed at the tale, and how light-hearted Robert went home, are neither + to be told. + </p> + <p> + The next Sunday, the first time for many years, Dooble Sanny was at church + with his wife, though how much good he got by going would be a serious + question to discuss. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. THE GATES OF PARADISE. + </h2> + <p> + Robert had his first lesson the next Saturday afternoon. Eager and + undismayed by the presence of Mrs. Forsyth, good-natured and contemptuous—for + had he not a protecting angel by him?—he hearkened for every word of + Miss St. John, combated every fault, and undermined every awkwardness with + earnest patience. Nothing delighted Robert so much as to give himself up + to one greater. His mistress was thoroughly pleased, and even Mrs. Forsyth + gave him two of her soft finger tips to do something or other with—Robert + did not know what, and let them go. + </p> + <p> + About eight o'clock that same evening, his heart beating like a captured + bird's, he crept from grannie's parlour, past the kitchen, and up the low + stair to the mysterious door. He had been trying for an hour to summon up + courage to rise, feeling as if his grandmother must suspect where he was + going. Arrived at the barrier, twice his courage failed him; twice he + turned and sped back to the parlour. A third time he made the essay, a + third time stood at the wondrous door—so long as blank as a wall to + his careless eyes, now like the door of the magic Sesame that led to the + treasure-cave of Ali Baba. He laid his hand on the knob, withdrew it, + thought he heard some one in the transe, rushed up the garret stair, and + stood listening, hastened down, and with a sudden influx of determination + opened the door, saw that the trap was raised, closed the door behind him, + and standing with his head on the level of the floor, gazed into the + paradise of Miss St. John's room. To have one peep into such a room was a + kind of salvation to the half-starved nature of the boy. All before him + was elegance, richness, mystery. Womanhood radiated from everything. A + fire blazed in the chimney. A rug of long white wool lay before it. A + little way off stood the piano. Ornaments sparkled and shone upon the + dressing-table. The door of a wardrobe had swung a little open, and + discovered the sombre shimmer of a black silk dress. Something gorgeously + red, a China crape shawl, hung glowing beyond it. He dared not gaze any + longer. He had already been guilty of an immodesty. He hastened to ascend, + and seated himself at the piano. + </p> + <p> + Let my reader aid me for a moment with his imagination—reflecting + what it was to a boy like Robert, and in Robert's misery, to open a door + in his own meagre dwelling and gaze into such a room—free to him. If + he will aid me so, then let him aid himself by thinking that the house of + his own soul has such a door into the infinite beauty, whether he has yet + found it or not. + </p> + <p> + 'Just think,' Robert said to himself, 'o' me in sic a place! It's a + pailace. It's a fairy pailace. And that angel o' a leddy bides here, and + sleeps there! I wonner gin she ever dreams aboot onything as bonny 's + hersel'!' + </p> + <p> + Then his thoughts took another turn. + </p> + <p> + 'I wonner gin the room was onything like this whan my mamma sleepit in 't? + I cudna hae been born in sic a gran' place. But my mamma micht hae weel + lien here.' + </p> + <p> + The face of the miniature, and the sad words written below the hymn, came + back upon him, and he bowed his head upon his hands. He was sitting thus + when Miss St. John came behind him, and heard him murmur the one word + Mamma! She laid her hand on his shoulder. He started and rose. + </p> + <p> + 'I beg yer pardon, mem. I hae no business to be here, excep' to play. But + I cudna help thinkin' aboot my mother; for I was born in this room, mem. + Will I gang awa' again?' + </p> + <p> + He turned towards the door. + </p> + <p> + 'No, no,' said Miss St. John. 'I only came to see if you were here. I + cannot stop now; but to-morrow you must tell me about your mother. Sit + down, and don't lose any more time. Your grandmother will miss you. And + then what would come of it?' + </p> + <p> + Thus was this rough diamond of a Scotch boy, rude in speech, but full of + delicate thought, gathered under the modelling influences of the finished, + refined, tender, sweet-tongued, and sweet-thoughted Englishwoman, who, if + she had been less of a woman, would have been repelled by his uncouthness; + if she had been less of a lady, would have mistaken his commonness for + vulgarity. But she was just, like the type of womankind, a virgin-mother. + She saw the nobility of his nature through its homely garments, and had + been, indeed, sent to carry on the work from which his mother had been too + early taken away. + </p> + <p> + 'There's jist ae thing mem, that vexes me a wee, an' I dinna ken what to + think aboot it,' said Robert, as Miss St. John was leaving the room. + 'Maybe ye cud bide ae minute till I tell ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, I can. What is it?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm nearhan' sure that whan I lea' the parlour, grannie 'ill think I'm + awa' to my prayers; and sae she'll think better o' me nor I deserve. An' I + canna bide that.' + </p> + <p> + 'What should make you suppose that she will think so?' + </p> + <p> + 'Fowk kens what ane anither's aboot, ye ken, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then she'll know you are not at your prayers.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na. For sometimes I div gang to my prayers for a whilie like, but nae for + lang, for I'm nae like ane o' them 'at he wad care to hear sayin' a lang + screed o' a prayer till 'im. I hae but ae thing to pray aboot.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what's that, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + One of his silences had seized him. He looked confused, and turned away. + </p> + <p> + 'Never mind,' said Miss St. John, anxious to relieve him, and establish a + comfortable relation between them; 'you will tell me another time.' + </p> + <p> + 'I doobt no, mem,' answered Robert, with what most people would think an + excess of honesty. + </p> + <p> + But Miss St. John made a better conjecture as to his apparent closeness. + </p> + <p> + 'At all events,' she said, 'don't mind what your grannie may think, so + long as you have no wish to make her think it. Good-night.' + </p> + <p> + Had she been indeed an angel from heaven, Robert could not have worshipped + her more. And why should he? Was she less God's messenger that she had + beautiful arms instead of less beautiful wings? + </p> + <p> + He practised his scales till his unaccustomed fingers were stiff, then + shut the piano with reverence, and departed, carefully peeping into the + disenchanted region without the gates to see that no enemy lay in wait for + him as he passed beyond them. He closed the door gently; and in one moment + the rich lovely room and the beautiful lady were behind him, and before + him the bare stair between two white-washed walls, and the long flagged + transe that led to his silent grandmother seated in her arm-chair, gazing + into the red coals—for somehow grannie's fire always glowed, and + never blazed—with her round-toed shoes pointed at them from the top + of her little wooden stool. He traversed the stair and the transe, entered + the parlour, and sat down to his open book as though nothing had happened. + But his grandmother saw the light in his face, and did think he had just + come from his prayers. And she blessed God that he had put it into her + heart to burn the fiddle. + </p> + <p> + The next night Robert took with him the miniature of his mother, and + showed it to Miss St. John, who saw at once that, whatever might be his + present surroundings, his mother must have been a lady. A certain fancied + resemblance in it to her own mother likewise drew her heart to the boy. + Then Robert took from his pocket the gold thimble, and said, + </p> + <p> + 'This thimmel was my mamma's. Will ye tak it, mem, for ye ken it's o' nae + use to me.' + </p> + <p> + Miss St. John hesitated for a moment. + </p> + <p> + 'I will keep it for you, if you like,' she said, for she could not bear to + refuse it. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, mem; I want ye to keep it to yersel'; for I'm sure my mamma wad hae + likit you to hae 't better nor ony ither body.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, I will use it sometimes for your sake. But mind, I will not take it + from you; I will only keep it for you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, weel, mem; gin ye'll keep it till I speir for 't, that'll du weel + eneuch,' answered Robert, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + He laboured diligently; and his progress corresponded to his labour. It + was more than intellect that guided him: Falconer had genius for whatever + he cared for. + </p> + <p> + Meantime the love he bore his teacher, and the influence of her beauty, + began to mould him, in his kind and degree, after her likeness, so that he + grew nice in his person and dress, and smoothed the roughness and + moderated the broadness of his speech with the amenities of the English + which she made so sweet upon her tongue. He became still more obedient to + his grandmother, and more diligent at school; gathered to himself golden + opinions without knowing it, and was gradually developing into a rustic + gentleman. + </p> + <p> + Nor did the piano absorb all his faculties. Every divine influence tends + to the rounded perfection of the whole. His love of Nature grew more + rapidly. Hitherto it was only in summer that he had felt the presence of a + power in her and yet above her: in winter, now, the sky was true and deep, + though the world was waste and sad; and the tones of the wind that roared + at night about the goddess-haunted house, and moaned in the chimneys of + the lowly dwelling that nestled against it, woke harmonies within him + which already he tried to spell out falteringly. Miss St. John began to + find that he put expressions of his own into the simple things she gave + him to play, and even dreamed a little at his own will when alone with the + passive instrument. Little did Mrs. Falconer think into what a seventh + heaven of accursed music she had driven her boy. + </p> + <p> + But not yet did he tell his friend, much as he loved and much as he + trusted her, the little he knew of his mother's sorrows and his father's + sins, or whose the hand that had struck him when she found him lying in + the waste factory. + </p> + <p> + For a time almost all his trouble about God went from him. Nor do I think + that this was only because he rarely thought of him at all: God gave him + of himself in Miss St. John. But words dropped now and then from off the + shelves where his old difficulties lay, and they fell like seeds upon the + heart of Miss St. John, took root, and rose in thoughts: in the heart of a + true woman the talk of a child even will take life. + </p> + <p> + One evening Robert rose from the table, not unwatched of his grandmother, + and sped swiftly and silently through the dark, as was his custom, to + enter the chamber of enchantment. Never before had his hand failed to + alight, sure as a lark on its nest, upon the brass handle of the door that + admitted him to his paradise. It missed it now, and fell on something + damp, and rough, and repellent instead. Horrible, but true suspicion! + While he was at school that day, his grandmother, moved by what doubt or + by what certainty she never revealed, had had the doorway walled up. He + felt the place all over. It was to his hands the living tomb of his + mother's vicar on earth. + </p> + <p> + He returned to his book, pale as death, but said never a word. The next + day the stones were plastered over. + </p> + <p> + Thus the door of bliss vanished from the earth. And neither the boy nor + his grandmother ever said that it had been. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2H_PART2"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PART II.—HIS YOUTH. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. ROBERT KNOCKS—AND THE DOOR IS NOT OPENED. + </h2> + <p> + The remainder of that winter was dreary indeed. Every time Robert went up + the stair to his garret, he passed the door of a tomb. With that gray + mortar Mary St. John was walled up, like the nun he had read of in the + Marmion she had lent him. He might have rung the bell at the street door, + and been admitted into the temple of his goddess, but a certain vague + terror of his grannie, combined with equally vague qualms of conscience + for having deceived her, and the approach in the far distance of a ghastly + suspicion that violins, pianos, moonlight, and lovely women were + distasteful to the over-ruling Fate, and obnoxious to the vengeance stored + in the gray cloud of his providence, drove him from the awful entrance of + the temple of his Isis. + </p> + <p> + Nor did Miss St. John dare to make any advances to the dreadful old lady. + She would wait. For Mrs. Forsyth, she cared nothing about the whole + affair. It only gave her fresh opportunity for smiling condescensions + about 'poor Mrs. Falconer.' So Paradise was over and gone. + </p> + <p> + But though the loss of Miss St. John and the piano was the last blow, his + sorrow did not rest there, but returned to brood over his bonny lady. She + was scattered to the winds. Would any of her ashes ever rise in the corn, + and moan in the ripening wind of autumn? Might not some atoms of the bonny + leddy creep into the pines on the hill, whose 'soft and soul-like sounds' + had taught him to play the Flowers of the Forest on those strings which, + like the nerves of an amputated limb, yet thrilled through his being? Or + might not some particle find its way by winds and waters to sycamore + forest of Italy, there creep up through the channels of its life to some + finely-rounded curve of noble tree, on the side that ever looks sunwards, + and be chosen once again by the violin-hunter, to be wrought into a new + and fame-gathering instrument? + </p> + <p> + Could it be that his bonny lady had learned her wondrous music in those + forests, from the shine of the sun, and the sighing of the winds through + the sycamores and pines? For Robert knew that the broad-leaved sycamore, + and the sharp, needle-leaved pine, had each its share in the violin. Only + as the wild innocence of human nature, uncorrupted by wrong, untaught by + suffering, is to that nature struggling out of darkness into light, such + and so different is the living wood, with its sweetest tones of obedient + impulse, answering only to the wind which bloweth where it listeth, to + that wood, chosen, separated, individualized, tortured into strange, + almost vital shape, after a law to us nearly unknown, strung with strings + from animal organizations, and put into the hands of man to utter the + feelings of a soul that has passed through a like history. This Robert + could not yet think, and had to grow able to think it by being himself + made an instrument of God's music. + </p> + <p> + What he could think was that the glorious mystery of his bonny leddy was + gone for ever—and alas! she had no soul. Here was an eternal sorrow. + He could never meet her again. His affections, which must live for ever, + were set upon that which had passed away. But the child that weeps because + his mutilated doll will not rise from the dead, shall yet find relief from + his sorrow, a true relief, both human and divine. He shall know that that + which in the doll made him love the doll, has not passed away. And Robert + must yet be comforted for the loss of his bonny leddy. If she had had a + soul, nothing but her own self could ever satisfy him. As she had no soul, + another body might take her place, nor occasion reproach of inconstancy. + </p> + <p> + But, in the meantime, the shears of Fate having cut the string of the + sky-soaring kite of his imagination, had left him with the stick in his + hand. And thus the rest of that winter was dreary enough. The glow was out + of his heart; the glow was out of the world. The bleak, kindless wind was + hissing through those pines that clothed the hill above Bodyfauld, and + over the dead garden, where in the summer time the rose had looked down so + lovingly on the heartsease. If he had stood once more at gloaming in that + barley-stubble, not even the wail of Flodden-field would have found him + there, but a keen sense of personal misery and hopeless cold. Was the + summer a lie? + </p> + <p> + Not so. The winter restrains, that the summer may have the needful time to + do its work well; for the winter is but the sleep of summer. + </p> + <p> + Now in the winter of his discontent, and in Nature finding no help, Robert + was driven inwards—into his garret, into his soul. There, the door + of his paradise being walled up, he began, vaguely, blindly, to knock + against other doors—sometimes against stone-walls and rocks, taking + them for doors—as travel-worn, and hence brain-sick men have done in + a desert of mountains. A door, out or in, he must find, or perish. + </p> + <p> + It fell, too, that Miss St. John went to visit some friends who lived in a + coast town twenty miles off; and a season of heavy snow followed by frost + setting in, she was absent for six weeks, during which time, without a + single care to trouble him from without, Robert was in the very desert of + desolation. His spirits sank fearfully. He would pass his old music-master + in the street with scarce a recognition, as if the bond of their relation + had been utterly broken, had vanished in the smoke of the martyred violin, + and all their affection had gone into the dust-heap of the past. + </p> + <p> + Dooble Sanny's character did not improve. He took more and more whisky, + his bouts of drinking alternating as before with fits of hopeless + repentance. His work was more neglected than ever, and his wife having no + money to spend even upon necessaries, applied in desperation to her + husband's bottle for comfort. This comfort, to do him justice, he never + grudged her; and sometimes before midday they would both be drunk—a + condition expedited by the lack of food. When they began to recover, they + would quarrel fiercely; and at last they became a nuisance to the whole + street. Little did the whisky-hating old lady know to what god she had + really offered up that violin—if the consequences of the holocaust + can be admitted as indicating the power which had accepted it. + </p> + <p> + But now began to appear in Robert the first signs of a practical outcome + of such truth as his grandmother had taught him, operating upon the + necessities of a simple and earnest nature. Reality, however lapt in + vanity, or even in falsehood, cannot lose its power. It is—the other + is not. She had taught him to look up—that there was a God. He would + put it to the test. Not that he doubted it yet: he only doubted whether + there was a hearing God. But was not that worse? It was, I think. For it + is of far more consequence what kind of a God, than whether a God or no. + Let not my reader suppose I think it possible there could be other than a + perfect God—perfect—even to the vision of his creatures, the + faith that supplies the lack of vision being yet faithful to that vision. + I speak from Robert's point of outlook. But, indeed, whether better or + worse is no great matter, so long as he would see it or what there was. He + had no comfort, and, without reasoning about it, he felt that life ought + to have comfort—from which point he began to conclude that the only + thing left was to try whether the God in whom his grandmother believed + might not help him. If the God would but hear him, it was all he had yet + learned to require of his Godhood. And that must ever be the first thing + to require. More demands would come, and greater answers he would find. + But now—if God would but hear him! If he spoke to him but one kind + word, it would be the very soul of comfort; he could no more be lonely. A + fountain of glad imaginations gushed up in his heart at the thought. What + if, from the cold winter of his life, he had but to open the door of his + garret-room, and, kneeling by the bare bedstead, enter into the summer of + God's presence! What if God spoke to him face to face! He had so spoken to + Moses. He sought him from no fear of the future, but from present + desolation; and if God came near to him, it would not be with storm and + tempest, but with the voice of a friend. And surely, if there was a God at + all, that is, not a power greater than man, but a power by whose power man + was, he must hear the voice of the creature whom he had made, a voice that + came crying out of the very need which he had created. Younger people than + Robert are capable of such divine metaphysics. Hence he continued to + disappear from his grandmother's parlour at much the same hour as before. + In the cold, desolate garret, he knelt and cried out into that which lay + beyond the thought that cried, the unknowable infinite, after the God that + may be known as surely as a little child knows his mysterious mother. And + from behind him, the pale-blue, star-crowded sky shone upon his head, + through the window that looked upwards only. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer saw that he still went away as he had been wont, and + instituted observations, the result of which was the knowledge that he + went to his own room. Her heart smote her, and she saw that the boy looked + sad and troubled. There was scarce room in her heart for increase of love, + but much for increase of kindness, and she did increase it. In truth, he + needed the smallest crumb of comfort that might drop from the table of + God's 'feastful friends.' + </p> + <p> + Night after night he returned to the parlour cold to the very heart. God + was not to be found, he said then. He said afterwards that even then 'God + was with him though he knew it not.' + </p> + <p> + For the very first night, the moment that he knelt and cried, 'O Father in + heaven, hear me, and let thy face shine upon me'—like a flash of + burning fire the words shot from the door of his heart: 'I dinna care for + him to love me, gin he doesna love ilka body;' and no more prayer went + from the desolate boy that night, although he knelt an hour of agony in + the freezing dark. Loyal to what he had been taught, he struggled hard to + reduce his rebellious will to what he supposed to be the will of God. It + was all in vain. Ever a voice within him—surely the voice of that + God who he thought was not hearing—told him that what he wanted was + the love belonging to his human nature, his human needs—not the + preference of a court-favourite. He had a dim consciousness that he would + be a traitor to his race if he accepted a love, even from God, given him + as an exception from his kind. But he did not care to have such a love. It + was not what his heart yearned for. It was not love. He could not love + such a love. Yet he strove against it all—fought for religion + against right as he could; struggled to reduce his rebellious feelings, to + love that which was unlovely, to choose that which was abhorrent, until + nature almost gave way under the effort. Often would he sink moaning on + the floor, or stretch himself like a corpse, save that it was face + downwards, on the boards of the bedstead. Night after night he returned to + the battle, but with no permanent success. What a success that would have + been! Night after night he came pale and worn from the conflict, found his + grandmother and Shargar composed, and in the quietness of despair sat down + beside them to his Latin version. + </p> + <p> + He little thought, that every night, at the moment when he stirred to + leave the upper room, a pale-faced, red-eyed figure rose from its seat on + the top of the stair by the door, and sped with long-legged noiselessness + to resume its seat by the grandmother before he should enter. Shargar saw + that Robert was unhappy, and the nearest he could come to the sharing of + his unhappiness was to take his place outside the door within which he had + retreated. Little, too, did Shargar, on his part, think that Robert, + without knowing it, was pleading for him inside—pleading for him and + for all his race in the weeping that would not be comforted. + </p> + <p> + Robert had not the vaguest fancy that God was with him—the spirit of + the Father groaning with the spirit of the boy in intercession that could + not be uttered. If God had come to him then and comforted him with the + assurance of individual favour—but the very supposition is a taking + of his name in vain—had Robert found comfort in the fancied + assurance that God was his friend in especial, that some private favour + was granted to his prayers, that, indeed, would have been to be left to + his own inventions, to bring forth not fruits meet for repentance, but + fruits for which repentance alone is meet. But God was with him, and was + indeed victorious in the boy when he rose from his knees, for the last + time, as he thought, saying, 'I cannot yield—I will pray no more.'—With + a burst of bitter tears he sat down on the bedside till the loudest of the + storm was over, then dried his dull eyes, in which the old outlook had + withered away, and trod unknowingly in the silent footsteps of Shargar, + who was ever one corner in advance of him, down to the dreary lessons and + unheeded prayers; but, thank God, not to the sleepless night, for some + griefs bring sleep the sooner. + </p> + <p> + My reader must not mistake my use of the words especial and private, or + suppose that I do not believe in an individual relation between every man + and God, yes, a peculiar relation, differing from the relation between + every other man and God! But this very individuality and peculiarity can + only be founded on the broadest truths of the Godhood and the manhood. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer, ere she went to sleep, gave thanks that the boys had been + at their prayers together. And so, in a very deep sense, they had. + </p> + <p> + And well they might have been; for Shargar was nearly as desolate as + Robert, and would certainly, had his mother claimed him now, have gone on + the tramp with her again. Wherein could this civilized life show itself to + him better than that to which he had been born? For clothing he cared + little, and he had always managed to kill his hunger or thirst, if at + longer intervals, then with greater satisfaction. Wherein is the life of + that man who merely does his eating and drinking and clothing after a + civilized fashion better than that of the gipsy or tramp? If the civilized + man is honest to boot, and gives good work in return for the bread or + turtle on which he dines, and the gipsy, on the other hand, steals his + dinner, I recognize the importance of the difference; but if the rich man + plunders the community by exorbitant profits, or speculation with other + people's money, while the gipsy adds a fowl or two to the produce of his + tinkering; or, once again, if the gipsy is as honest as the honest + citizen, which is not so rare a case by any means as people imagine, I + return to my question: Wherein, I say, is the warm house, the windows hung + with purple, and the table covered with fine linen, more divine than the + tent or the blue sky, and the dipping in the dish? Why should not Shargar + prefer a life with the mother God had given him to a life with Mrs. + Falconer? Why should he prefer geography to rambling, or Latin to Romany? + His purposelessness and his love for Robert alone kept him where he was. + </p> + <p> + The next evening, having given up his praying, Robert sat with his Sallust + before him. But the fount of tears began to swell, and the more he tried + to keep it down, the more it went on swelling till his throat was filled + with a lump of pain. He rose and left the room. But he could not go near + the garret. That door too was closed. He opened the house door instead, + and went out into the street. There, nothing was to be seen but faint blue + air full of moonlight, solid houses, and shining snow. Bareheaded he + wandered round the corner of the house to the window whence first he had + heard the sweet sounds of the pianoforte. The fire within lighted up the + crimson curtains, but no voice of music came forth. The window was as dumb + as the pale, faintly befogged moon overhead, itself seeming but a skylight + through which shone the sickly light of the passionless world of the dead. + Not a form was in the street. The eyes of the houses gleamed here and + there upon the snow. He leaned his elbow on the window-sill behind which + stood that sealed fountain of lovely sound, looked up at the moon, + careless of her or of aught else in heaven or on earth, and sunk into a + reverie, in which nothing was consciously present but a stream of + fog-smoke that flowed slowly, listlessly across the face of the moon, like + the ghost of a dead cataract. All at once a wailful sound arose in his + head. He did not think for some time whether it was born in his brain, or + entered it from without. At length he recognized the Flowers of the + Forest, played as only the soutar could play it. But alas! the cry + responsive to his bow came only from the auld wife—no more from the + bonny leddy! Then he remembered that there had been a humble wedding that + morning on the opposite side of the way; in the street department of the + jollity of which Shargar had taken a small share by firing a brass cannon, + subsequently confiscated by Mrs. Falconer. But this was a strange tune to + play at a wedding! The soutar half-way to his goal of drunkenness, had + begun to repent for the fiftieth time that year, had with his repentance + mingled the memory of the bonny leddy ruthlessly tortured to death for his + wrong, and had glided from a strathspey into that sorrowful moaning. The + lament interpreted itself to his disconsolate pupil as he had never + understood it before, not even in the stubble-field; for it now spoke his + own feelings of waste misery, forsaken loneliness. Indeed Robert learned + more of music in those few minutes of the foggy winter night and open + street, shut out of all doors, with the tones of an ancient grief and + lamentation floating through the blotted moonlight over his ever-present + sorrow, than he could have learned from many lessons even of Miss St. + John. He was cold to the heart, yet went in a little comforted. + </p> + <p> + Things had gone ill with him. Outside of Paradise, deserted of his angel, + in the frost and the snow, the voice of the despised violin once more the + source of a sad comfort! But there is no better discipline than an + occasional descent from what we count well-being, to a former despised or + less happy condition. One of the results of this taste of damnation in + Robert was, that when he was in bed that night, his heart began to turn + gently towards his old master. How much did he not owe him, after all! Had + he not acted ill and ungratefully in deserting him? His own vessel filled + to the brim with grief, had he not let the waters of its bitterness + overflow into the heart of the soutar? The wail of that violin echoed now + in Robert's heart, not for Flodden, not for himself, but for the debased + nature that drew forth the plaint. Comrades in misery, why should they + part? What right had he to forsake an old friend and benefactor because he + himself was unhappy? He would go and see him the very next night. And he + would make friends once more with the much 'suffering instrument' he had + so wrongfully despised. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. THE STROKE. + </h2> + <p> + The following night, he left his books on the table, and the house itself + behind him, and sped like a grayhound to Dooble Sanny's shop, lifted the + latch, and entered. + </p> + <p> + By the light of a single dip set on a chair, he saw the shoemaker seated + on his stool, one hand lying on the lap of his leathern apron, his other + hand hanging down by his side, and the fiddle on the ground at his feet. + His wife stood behind him, wiping her eyes with her blue apron. Through + all its accumulated dirt, the face of the soutar looked ghastly, and they + were eyes of despair that he lifted to the face of the youth as he stood + holding the latch in his hand. Mrs. Alexander moved towards Robert, drew + him in, and gently closed the door behind him, resuming her station like a + sculptured mourner behind her motionless husband. + </p> + <p> + 'What on airth's the maitter wi' ye, Sandy?' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, Robert!' returned the shoemaker, and a tone of affection tinged the + mournfulness with which he uttered the strange words—'eh, Robert! + the Almichty will gang his ain gait, and I'm in his grup noo.' + </p> + <p> + 'He's had a stroke,' said his wife, without removing her apron from her + eyes. + </p> + <p> + 'I hae gotten my pecks (blows),' resumed the soutar, in a despairing + voice, which gave yet more effect to the fantastic eccentricity of + conscience which from the midst of so many grave faults chose such a one + as especially bringing the divine displeasure upon him: 'I hae gotten my + pecks for cryin' doon my ain auld wife to set up your bonny leddy. The + tane's gane a' to aise an' stew (ashes and dust), an' frae the tither,' he + went on, looking down on the violin at his feet as if it had been + something dead in its youth—'an' frae the tither I canna draw a + cheep, for my richt han' has forgotten her cunnin'. Man, Robert, I canna + lift it frae my side.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye maun gang to yer bed,' said Robert, greatly concerned. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, ay, I maun gang to my bed, and syne to the kirkyaird, and syne to + hell, I ken that weel eneuch. Robert, I lea my fiddle to you. Be guid to + the auld wife, man—better nor I hae been. An auld wife's better nor + nae fiddle.' + </p> + <p> + He stooped, lifted the violin with his left hand, gave it to Robert, rose, + and made for the door. They helped him up the creaking stair, got him + half-undressed, and laid him in his bed. Robert put the violin on the top + of a press within sight of the sufferer, left him groaning, and ran for + the doctor. Having seen him set out for the patient's dwelling, he ran + home to his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + Now while Robert was absent, occasion had arisen to look for him: unusual + occurrence, a visitor had appeared, no less a person than Mr. Innes, the + school-master. Shargar had been banished in consequence from the parlour, + and had seated himself outside Robert's room, never doubting that Robert + was inside. Presently he heard the bell ring, and then Betty came up the + stair, and said Robert was wanted. Thereupon Shargar knocked at the door, + and as there was neither voice nor hearing, opened it, and found, with a + well-known horror, that he had been watching an empty room. He made no + haste to communicate the fact. Robert might return in a moment, and his + absence from the house not be discovered. He sat down on the bedstead and + waited. But Betty came up again, and before Shargar could prevent her, + walked into the room with her candle in her hand. In vain did Shargar + intreat her to go and say that Robert was coming. Betty would not risk the + danger of discovery in connivance, and descended to open afresh the + fountain of the old lady's anxiety. She did not, however, betray her + disquietude to Mr. Innes. + </p> + <p> + She had asked the school-master to visit her, in order that she might + consult him about Robert's future. Mr. Innes expressed a high opinion of + the boy's faculties and attainments, and strongly urged that he should be + sent to college. Mrs. Falconer inwardly shuddered at the temptations to + which this course would expose him; but he must leave home or be + apprentice to some trade. She would have chosen the latter, I believe, but + for religion towards the boy's parents, who would never have thought of + other than a profession for him. While the school-master was dwelling on + the argument that he was pretty sure to gain a good bursary, and she would + thus be relieved for four years, probably for ever, from further expense + on his account, Robert entered. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur hae ye been, Robert?' asked Mrs. Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'At Dooble Sanny's,' answered the boy. + </p> + <p> + 'What hae ye been at there?' + </p> + <p> + 'Helpin' him till 's bed.' + </p> + <p> + 'What's come ower him?' + </p> + <p> + 'A stroke.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's what comes o' playin' the fiddle.' + </p> + <p> + 'I never heard o' a stroke comin' frae a fiddle, grannie. It comes oot o' + a clood whiles. Gin he had hauden till 's fiddle, he wad hae been playin' + her the nicht, in place o' 's airm lyin' at 's side like a lang lingel + (ligneul—shoemaker's thread).' + </p> + <p> + 'Hm!' said his grandmother, concealing her indignation at this freedom of + speech, 'ye dinna believe in God's judgments!' + </p> + <p> + 'Nae upo' fiddles,' returned Robert. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Innes sat and said nothing, with difficulty concealing his amusement + at this passage of arms. + </p> + <p> + It was but within the last few days that Robert had become capable of + speaking thus. His nature had at length arrived at the point of so far + casting off the incubus of his grandmother's authority as to assert some + measure of freedom and act openly. His very hopelessness of a hearing in + heaven had made him indifferent to things on earth, and therefore bolder. + Thus, strange as it may seem, the blessing of God descended on him in the + despair which enabled him to speak out and free his soul from the weight + of concealment. But it was not despair alone that gave him strength. On + his way home from the shoemaker's he had been thinking what he could do + for him; and had resolved, come of it what might, that he would visit him + every evening, and try whether he could not comfort him a little by + playing upon his violin. So that it was loving-kindness towards man, as + well as despair towards God, that gave him strength to resolve that + between him and his grandmother all should be above-board from henceforth. + </p> + <p> + 'Nae upo' fiddles,' Robert had said. + </p> + <p> + 'But upo' them 'at plays them,' returned his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + 'Na; nor upo' them 'at burns them,' retorted Robert—impudently it + must be confessed; for every man is open to commit the fault of which he + is least capable. + </p> + <p> + But Mrs. Falconer had too much regard to her own dignity to indulge her + feelings. Possibly too her sense of justice, which Falconer always said + was stronger than that of any other woman he had ever known, as well as + some movement of her conscience interfered. She was silent, and Robert + rushed into the breach which his last discharge had effected. + </p> + <p> + 'An' I want to tell ye, grannie, that I mean to gang an' play the fiddle + to puir Sanny ilka nicht for the best pairt o' an hoor; an' excep' ye lock + the door an' hide the key, I will gang. The puir sinner sanna be desertit + by God an' man baith.' + </p> + <p> + He scarcely knew what he was saying before it was out of his mouth; and as + if to cover it up, he hurried on. + </p> + <p> + 'An' there's mair in 't.—Dr. Anderson gae Shargar an' me a sovereign + the piece. An' Dooble Sanny s' hae them, to haud him ohn deid o' hunger + an' cauld.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for didna ye tell me 'at Dr. Anderson had gien ye sic a sicht o' + siller? It was ill-faured o' ye—an' him as weel.' + </p> + <p> + ''Cause ye wad hae sent it back till 'im; an' Shargar and me we thocht we + wad raither keep it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Considerin' 'at I'm at sae muckle expense wi' ye baith, it wadna hae been + ill-contrived to hae brocht the siller to me, an' latten me du wi' 't as I + thocht fit.—Gang na awa', laddie,' she added, as she saw Robert + about to leave the room. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll be back in a minute, grannie,' returned Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'He's a fine lad, that!' said Mr. Innes; 'an' guid 'll come o' 'm, and + that 'll be heard tell o'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gin he had but the grace o' God, there wadna be muckle to compleen o',' + acquiesced his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + 'There's time eneuch for that, Mrs. Faukner. Ye canna get auld heids upo' + young shoothers, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed for that maitter, ye may get mony an auld heid upo' auld shoothers, + and nae a spark o' grace in 't to lat it see hoo to lay itsel' doon i' the + grave.' + </p> + <p> + Robert returned before Mr. Innes had made up his mind as to whether the + old lady intended a personal rebuke. + </p> + <p> + 'Hae, grannie,' he said, going up to her, and putting the two sovereigns + in her white palm. + </p> + <p> + He had found some difficulty in making Shargar give up his, else he would + have returned sooner. + </p> + <p> + 'What's this o' 't, laddie?' said Mrs. Falconer. 'Hoots! I'm nae gaein' to + tak yer siller. Lat the puir soutar-craturs hae 't. But dinna gie them + mair nor a shillin' or twa at ance—jist to haud them in life. They + deserve nae mair. But they maunna sterve. And jist ye tell them, laddie, + at gin they spen' ae saxpence o' 't upo' whusky, they s' get nae mair.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ay, grannie,' responded Robert, with a glimmer of gladness in his + heart. 'And what aboot the fiddlin', grannie?' he added, half playfully, + hoping for some kind concession therein as well. + </p> + <p> + But he had gone too far. She vouchsafed no reply, and her face grew stern + with offence. It was one thing to give bread to eat, another to give music + and gladness. No music but that which sprung from effectual calling and + the perseverance of the saints could be lawful in a world that was under + the wrath and curse of God. Robert waited in vain for a reply. + </p> + <p> + 'Gang yer wa's,' she said at length. 'Mr. Innes and me has some business + to mak an en' o', an' we want nae assistance.' + </p> + <p> + Robert rejoined Shargar, who was still bemoaning the loss of his + sovereign. His face brightened when he saw its well-known yellow shine + once more, but darkened again as soon as Robert told him to what service + it was now devoted. + </p> + <p> + 'It's my ain,' he said, with a suppressed expostulatory growl. + </p> + <p> + Robert threw the coin on the floor. + </p> + <p> + 'Tak yer filthy lucre!' he exclaimed with contempt, and turned to leave + Shargar alone in the garret with his sovereign. + </p> + <p> + 'Bob!' Shargar almost screamed, 'tak it, or I'll cut my throat.' + </p> + <p> + This was his constant threat when he was thoroughly in earnest. + </p> + <p> + 'Cut it, an' hae dune wi' 't,' said Robert cruelly. + </p> + <p> + Shargar burst out crying. + </p> + <p> + 'Len' me yer knife, than, Bob,' he sobbed, holding out his hand. + </p> + <p> + Robert burst into a roar of laughter, caught up the sovereign from the + floor, sped with it to the baker's, who refused to change it because he + had no knowledge of anything representing the sum of twenty shillings + except a pound-note, succeeded in getting silver for it at the bank, and + then ran to the soutar's. + </p> + <p> + After he left the parlour, the discussion of his fate was resumed and + finally settled between his grandmother and the school-master. The former, + in regard of the boy's determination to befriend the shoemaker in the + matter of music as well as of money, would now have sent him at once to + the grammar-school in Old Aberdeen, to prepare for the competition in the + month of November; but the latter persuaded her that if the boy gave his + whole attention to Latin till the next summer, and then went to the + grammar-school for three months or so, he would have an excellent chance + of success. As to the violin, the school-master said, wisely enough: + </p> + <p> + 'He that will to Cupar maun to Cupar; and gin ye kep (intercept) him upo' + the shore-road, he'll tak to the hill-road; an' I s' warran' a braw lad + like Robert 'll get mony a ane in Ebberdeen 'll be ready eneuch to gie him + a lift wi' the fiddle, and maybe tak him into waur company nor the puir + bed-ridden soutar; an' wi' you an' me to hing on to the tail o' 'im like, + he canna gang ower the scar (cliff) afore he learns wit.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hm!' was the old lady's comprehensive response. + </p> + <p> + It was further arranged that Robert should be informed of their + conclusion, and so roused to effort in anticipation of the trial upon + which his course in life must depend. + </p> + <p> + Nothing could have been better for Robert than the prospect of a college + education. But his first thought at the news was not of the delights of + learning nor of the honourable course that would ensue, but of Eric + Ericson, the poverty-stricken, friendless descendant of yarls and + sea-rovers. He would see him—the only man that understood him! Not + until the passion of this thought had abated, did he begin to perceive the + other advantages before him. But so practical and thorough was he in all + his proposals and means, that ere half-an-hour was gone, he had begun to + go over his Rudiments again. He now wrote a version, or translation from + English into Latin, five times a week, and read Caeser, Virgil, or + Tacitus, every day. He gained permission from his grandmother to remove + his bed to his own garret, and there, from the bedstead at which he no + longer kneeled, he would often rise at four in the morning, even when the + snow lay a foot thick on the skylight, kindle his lamp by means of a + tinder-box and a splinter of wood dipped in sulphur, and sitting down in + the keen cold, turn half a page of Addison into something as near + Ciceronian Latin as he could effect. This would take him from an hour and + a half to two hours, when he would tumble again into bed, blue and stiff, + and sleep till it was time to get up and go to the morning school before + breakfast. His health was excellent, else it could never have stood such + treatment. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. 'THE END CROWNS ALL'. + </h2> + <p> + His sole relaxation almost lay in the visit he paid every evening to the + soutar and his wife. Their home was a wretched place; but notwithstanding + the poverty in which they were now sunk, Robert soon began to see a + change, like the dawning of light, an alba, as the Italians call the dawn, + in the appearance of something white here and there about the room. + Robert's visits had set the poor woman trying to make the place look + decent. It soon became at least clean, and there is a very real sense in + which cleanliness is next to godliness. If the people who want to do good + among the poor would give up patronizing them, would cease from trying to + convert them before they have gained the smallest personal influence with + them, would visit them as those who have just as good a right to be here + as they have, it would be all the better for both, perhaps chiefly for + themselves. + </p> + <p> + For the first week or so, Alexander, unable either to work or play, and + deprived of his usual consolation of drink, was very testy and + unmanageable. If Robert, who strove to do his best, in the hope of + alleviating the poor fellow's sufferings—chiefly those of the mind—happened + to mistake the time or to draw a false note from the violin, Sandy would + swear as if he had been the Grand Turk and Robert one of his slaves. But + Robert was too vexed with himself, when he gave occasion to such an + outburst, to mind the outburst itself. And invariably when such had taken + place, the shoemaker would ask forgiveness before he went. Holding out his + left hand, from which nothing could efface the stains of rosin and + lamp-black and heel-ball, save the sweet cleansing of mother-earth, he + would say, + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, ye'll jist pit the sweirin' doon wi' the lave (rest), an' score + 't oot a'thegither. I'm an ill-tongued vratch, an' I'm beginnin' to see + 't. But, man, ye're jist behavin' to me like God himsel', an' gin it warna + for you, I wad jist lie here roarin' an' greitin' an' damnin' frae mornin' + to nicht.—Ye will be in the morn's night—willna ye?' he would + always end by asking with some anxiety. + </p> + <p> + 'Of coorse I will,' Robert would answer. + </p> + <p> + 'Gude nicht, than, gude nicht.—I'll try and get a sicht o' my sins + ance mair,' he added, one evening. 'Gin I could only be a wee bit sorry + for them, I reckon he wad forgie me. Dinna ye think he wad, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'Nae doobt, nae doobt,' answered Robert hurriedly. 'They a' say 'at gin a + man repents the richt gait, he'll forgie him.' + </p> + <p> + He could not say more than 'They say,' for his own horizon was all dark, + and even in saying this much he felt like a hypocrite. A terrible waste, + heaped thick with the potsherds of hope, lay outside that door of prayer + which he had, as he thought, nailed up for ever. + </p> + <p> + 'An' what is the richt gait?' asked the soutar. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, that's mair nor I ken, Sandy,' answered Robert mournfully. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, gin ye dinna ken, what's to come o' me?' said Alexander anxiously. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye maun speir at himsel',' returned Robert, 'an' jist tell him 'at ye + dinna ken, but ye'll do onything 'at he likes.' + </p> + <p> + With these words he took his leave hurriedly, somewhat amazed to find that + he had given the soutar the strange advice to try just what he had tried + so unavailingly himself. And stranger still, he found himself, before he + reached home, praying once more in his heart—both for Dooble Sanny + and for himself. From that hour a faint hope was within him that some day + he might try again, though he dared not yet encounter such effort and + agony. + </p> + <p> + All this time he had never doubted that there was God; nor had he ventured + to say within himself that perhaps God was not good; he had simply come to + the conclusion that for him there was no approach to the fountain of his + being. + </p> + <p> + In the course of a fortnight or so, when his system had covered over its + craving after whisky, the irritability of the shoemaker almost vanished. + It might have been feared that his conscience would then likewise relax + its activity; but it was not so: it grew yet more tender. He now began to + give Robert some praise, and make allowances for his faults, and Robert + dared more in consequence, and played with more spirit. I do not say that + his style could have grown fine under such a master, but at least he + learned the difference between slovenliness and accuracy, and between + accuracy and expression, which last is all of original that the best mere + performer can claim. + </p> + <p> + One evening he was scraping away at Tullochgorum when Mr. Maccleary walked + in. Robert ceased. The minister gave him one searching glance, and sat + down by the bedside. Robert would have left the room. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna gang, Robert,' said Sandy, and Robert remained. + </p> + <p> + The clergyman talked very faithfully as far as the shoemaker was + concerned; though whether he was equally faithful towards God might be + questioned. He was one of those prudent men, who are afraid of dealing out + the truth freely lest it should fall on thorns or stony places. Hence of + course the good ground came in for a scanty share too. Believing that a + certain precise condition of mind was necessary for its proper reception, + he would endeavour to bring about that condition first. He did not know + that the truth makes its own nest in the ready heart, and that the heart + may be ready for it before the priest can perceive the fact, seeing that + the imposition of hands confers, now-a-days at least, neither love nor + common-sense. He therefore dwelt upon the sins of the soutar, magnifying + them and making them hideous, in the idea that thus he magnified the law, + and made it honourable, while of the special tenderness of God to the + sinner he said not a word. Robert was offended, he scarcely knew why, with + the minister's mode of treating his friend; and after Mr. Maccleary had + taken a far kinder leave of them than God could approve, if he resembled + his representation, Robert sat still, oppressed with darkness. + </p> + <p> + 'It's a' true,' said the soutar; 'but, man Robert, dinna ye think the + minister was some sair upo' me?' + </p> + <p> + 'I duv think it,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Something beirs 't in upo' me 'at he wadna be sae sair upo' me himsel'. + There's something i' the New Testament, some gait, 'at's pitten 't into my + heid; though, faith, I dinna ken whaur to luik for 't. Canna ye help me + oot wi' 't, man?' + </p> + <p> + Robert could think of nothing but the parable of the prodigal son. Mrs. + Alexander got him the New Testament, and he read it. She sat at the foot + of the bed listening. + </p> + <p> + 'There!' cried the soutar, triumphantly, 'I telled ye sae! Not ae word + aboot the puir lad's sins! It was a' a hurry an' a scurry to get the new + shune upo' 'im, an' win at the calfie an' the fiddlin' an' the dancin'.—O + Lord,' he broke out, 'I'm comin' hame as fest 's I can; but my sins are + jist like muckle bauchles (shoes down at heel) upo' my feet and winna lat + me. I expec' nae ring and nae robe, but I wad fain hae a fiddle i' my grup + when the neist prodigal comes hame; an' gin I dinna fiddle weel, it s' no + be my wyte.—Eh, man! but that is what I ca' gude, an' a' the + minister said—honest man—'s jist blether till 't.—O + Lord, I sweir gin ever I win up again, I'll put in ilka steek (stitch) as + gin the shune war for the feet o' the prodigal himsel'. It sall be gude + wark, O Lord. An' I'll never lat taste o' whusky intil my mou'—nor + smell o' whusky intil my nose, gin sae be 'at I can help it—I sweir + 't, O Lord. An' gin I binna raised up again—' + </p> + <p> + Here his voice trembled and ceased, and silence endured for a short + minute. Then he called his wife. + </p> + <p> + 'Come here, Bell. Gie me a kiss, my bonny lass. I hae been an ill man to + you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, Sandy. Ye hae aye been gude to me—better nor I deserved. Ye + hae been naebody's enemy but yer ain.' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer tongue. Ye're speykin' waur blethers nor the minister, honest + man! I tell ye I hae been a damned scoon'rel to ye. I haena even hauden my + han's aff o' ye. And eh! ye war a bonny lass whan I merried ye. I hae + blaudit (spoiled) ye a'thegither. But gin I war up, see gin I wadna gie ye + a new goon, an' that wad be something to make ye like yersel' again. I'm + affrontet wi' mysel' 'at I had been sic a brute o' a man to ye. But ye + maun forgie me noo, for I do believe i' my hert 'at the Lord's forgien me. + Gie me anither kiss, lass. God be praised, and mony thanks to you! Ye + micht hae run awa' frae me lang or noo, an' a'body wad hae said ye did + richt.—Robert, play a spring.' + </p> + <p> + Absorbed in his own thoughts, Robert began to play The Ewie wi' the + Crookit Horn. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots! hoots!' cried Sandy angrily. 'What are ye aboot? Nae mair o' that. + I hae dune wi' that. What's i' the heid o' ye, man?' + </p> + <p> + 'What'll I play than, Sandy?' asked Robert meekly. + </p> + <p> + 'Play The Lan' o' the Leal, or My Nannie's Awa', or something o' that + kin'. I'll be leal to ye noo, Bell. An' we winna pree o' the whusky nae + mair, lass.' + </p> + <p> + 'I canna bide the smell o' 't,' cried Bell, sobbing. + </p> + <p> + Robert struck in with The Lan' o' the Leal. When he had played it over two + or three times, he laid the fiddle in its place, and departed—able + just to see, by the light of the neglected candle, that Bell sat on the + bedside stroking the rosiny hand of her husband, the rhinoceros-hide of + which was yet delicate enough to let the love through to his heart. + </p> + <p> + After this the soutar never called his fiddle his auld wife. + </p> + <p> + Robert walked home with his head sunk on his breast. Dooble Sanny, the + drinking, ranting, swearing soutar, was inside the wicket-gate; and he was + left outside for all his prayers, with the arrows from the castle of + Beelzebub sticking in his back. He would have another try some day—but + not yet—he dared not yet. + </p> + <p> + Henceforth Robert had more to do in reading the New Testament than in the + fiddle to the soutar, though they never parted without an air or two. + Sandy continued hopeful and generally cheerful, with alternations which + the reading generally fixed on the right side for the night. Robert never + attempted any comments, but left him to take from the word what + nourishment he could. There was no return of strength to the helpless arm, + and his constitution was gradually yielding. + </p> + <p> + The rumour got abroad that he was a 'changed character,'—how is not + far to seek, for Mr. Maccleary fancied himself the honoured instrument of + his conversion, whereas paralysis and the New Testament were the chief + agents, and even the violin had more share in it than the minister. For + the spirit of God lies all about the spirit of man like a mighty sea, + ready to rush in at the smallest chink in the walls that shut him out from + his own—walls which even the tone of a violin afloat on the wind of + that spirit is sometimes enough to rend from battlement to base, as the + blast of the rams' horns rent the walls of Jericho. And now to the day of + his death, the shoemaker had need of nothing. Food, wine, and delicacies + were sent him by many who, while they considered him outside of the + kingdom, would have troubled themselves in no way about him. What with + visits of condolence and flattery, inquiries into his experience, and long + prayers by his bedside, they now did their best to send him back among the + swine. The soutar's humour, however, aided by his violin, was a strong + antidote against these evil influences. + </p> + <p> + 'I doobt I'm gaein' to dee, Robert,' he said at length one evening as the + lad sat by his bedside. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, that winna do ye nae ill,' answered Robert, adding with just a + touch of bitterness—'ye needna care aboot that.' + </p> + <p> + 'I do not care aboot the deein' o' 't. But I jist want to live lang eneuch + to lat the Lord ken 'at I'm in doonricht earnest aboot it. I hae nae + chance o' drinkin' as lang's I'm lyin' here.' + </p> + <p> + 'Never ye fash yer heid aboot that. Ye can lippen (trust) that to him, for + it's his ain business. He'll see 'at ye're a' richt. Dinna ye think 'at + he'll lat ye aff.' + </p> + <p> + 'The Lord forbid,' responded the soutar earnestly. 'It maun be a' pitten + richt. It wad be dreidfu' to be latten aff. I wadna hae him content wi' + cobbler's wark.—I hae 't,' he resumed, after a few minutes' pause; + 'the Lord's easy pleased, but ill to saitisfee. I'm sair pleased wi' your + playin', Robert, but it's naething like the richt thing yet. It does me + gude to hear ye, though, for a' that.' + </p> + <p> + The very next night he found him evidently sinking fast. Robert took the + violin, and was about to play, but the soutar stretched out his one left + hand, and took it from him, laid it across his chest and his arm over it, + for a few moments, as if he were bidding it farewell, then held it out to + Robert, saying, + </p> + <p> + 'Hae, Robert. She's yours.—Death's a sair divorce.—Maybe they + 'll hae an orra <a href="#note-3" name="noteref-3" id="noteref-3"><small>3</small></a> + fiddle whaur I'm gaein', though. Think o' a Rothieden soutar playin' afore + his grace!' + </p> + <p> + Robert saw that his mind was wandering, and mingled the paltry honours of + earth with the grand simplicities of heaven. He began to play The Land o' + the Leal. For a little while Sandy seemed to follow and comprehend the + tones, but by slow degrees the light departed from his face. At length his + jaw fell, and with a sigh, the body parted from Dooble Sanny, and he went + to God. + </p> + <p> + His wife closed mouth and eyes without a word, laid the two arms, equally + powerless now, straight by his sides, then seating herself on the edge of + the bed, said, + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna bide, Robert. It's a' ower noo. He's gang hame. Gin I war only wi' + 'im wharever he is!' + </p> + <p> + She burst into tears, but dried her eyes a moment after, and seeing that + Robert still lingered, said, + </p> + <p> + 'Gang, Robert, an' sen' Mistress Downie to me. Dinna greit—there's a + gude lad; but tak yer fiddle an' gang. Ye can be no more use.' + </p> + <p> + Robert obeyed. With his violin in his hand, he went home; and, with his + violin still in his hand, walked into his grandmother's parlour. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo daur ye bring sic a thing into my hoose?' she said, roused by the + apparent defiance of her grandson. 'Hoo daur ye, efter what's come an' + gane?' + </p> + <p> + ''Cause Dooble Sanny's come and gane, grannie, and left naething but this + ahint him. And this ane's mine, whase ever the ither micht be. His wife's + left wi'oot a plack, an' I s' warran' the gude fowk o' Rothieden winna mak + sae muckle o' her noo 'at her man's awa'; for she never was sic a randy as + he was, an' the triumph o' grace in her 's but sma', therefore. Sae I maun + mak the best 'at I can o' the fiddle for her. An' ye maunna touch this + ane, grannie; for though ye may think it richt to burn fiddles, ither fowk + disna; and this has to do wi' ither fowk, grannie; it's no atween you an' + me, ye ken,' Robert went on, fearful lest she might consider herself + divinely commissioned to extirpate the whole race of stringed instruments,—'for + I maun sell 't for her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tak it oot o' my sicht,' said Mrs. Falconer, and said no more. + </p> + <p> + He carried the instrument up to his room, laid it on his bed, locked his + door, put the key in his pocket, and descended to the parlour. + </p> + <p> + 'He's deid, is he?' said his grandmother, as he re-entered. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay is he, grannie,' answered Robert. 'He deid a repentant man.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' a believin'?' asked Mrs. Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, grannie, I canna say 'at he believed a' thing 'at ever was, for a + body michtna ken a' thing.' + </p> + <p> + 'Toots, laddie! Was 't savin' faith?' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna richtly ken what ye mean by that; but I'm thinkin' it was muckle + the same kin' o' faith 'at the prodigal had; for they baith rase an' gaed + hame.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, maybe ye're richt, laddie,' returned Mrs. Falconer, after a + moment's thought. 'We'll houp the best.' + </p> + <p> + All the remainder of the evening she sat motionless, with her eyes fixed + on the rug before her, thinking, no doubt, of the repentance and salvation + of the fiddler, and what hope there might yet be for her own lost son. + </p> + <p> + The next day being Saturday, Robert set out for Bodyfauld, taking the + violin with him. He went alone, for he was in no mood for Shargar's + company. It was a fine spring day, the woods were budding, and the + fragrance of the larches floated across his way. There was a lovely + sadness in the sky, and in the motions of the air, and in the scent of the + earth—as if they all knew that fine things were at hand which never + could be so beautiful as those that had gone away. And Robert wondered how + it was that everything should look so different. Even Bodyfauld seemed to + have lost its enchantment, though his friends were as kind as ever. Mr. + Lammie went into a rage at the story of the lost violin, and Miss Lammie + cried from sympathy with Robert's distress at the fate of his bonny leddy. + Then he came to the occasion of his visit, which was to beg Mr. Lammie, + when next he went to Aberdeen, to take the soutar's fiddle, and get what + he could for it, to help his widow. + </p> + <p> + 'Poor Sanny!' said Robert, 'it never cam' intil 's heid to sell her, nae + mair nor gin she had been the auld wife 'at he ca'd her.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lammie undertook the commission; and the next time he saw Robert, + handed him ten pounds as the result of the negotiation. It was all Robert + could do, however, to get the poor woman to take the money. She looked at + it with repugnance, almost as if it had been the price of blood. But + Robert having succeeded in overcoming her scruples, she did take it, and + therewith provide a store of sweeties, and reels of cotton, and tobacco, + for sale in Sanny's workshop. She certainly did not make money by her + merchandise, for her anxiety to be honest rose to the absurd; but she + contrived to live without being reduced to prey upon her own gingerbread + and rock. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. THE ABERDEEN GARRET. + </h2> + <p> + Miss St. John had long since returned from her visit, but having heard how + much Robert was taken up with his dying friend, she judged it better to + leave her intended proposal of renewing her lessons alone for the present. + Meeting him, however, soon after Alexander's death, she introduced the + subject, and Robert was enraptured at the prospect of the re-opening of + the gates of his paradise. If he did not inform his grandmother of the + fact, neither did he attempt to conceal it; but she took no notice, + thinking probably that the whole affair would be effectually disposed of + by his departure. Till that period arrived, he had a lesson almost every + evening, and Miss St. John was surprised to find how the boy had grown + since the door was built up. Robert's gratitude grew into a kind of + worship. + </p> + <p> + The evening before his departure for Bodyfauld—whence his + grandmother had arranged that he should start for Aberdeen, in order that + he might have the company of Mr. Lammie, whom business drew thither about + the same time—as he was having his last lesson, Mrs. Forsyth left + the room. Thereupon Robert, who had been dejected all day at the thought + of the separation from Miss St. John, found his heart beating so violently + that he could hardly breathe. Probably she saw his emotion, for she put + her hand on the keys, as if to cover it by showing him how some movement + was to be better effected. He seized her hand and lifted it to his lips. + But when he found that instead of snatching it away, she yielded it, nay + gently pressed it to his face, he burst into tears, and dropped on his + knees, as if before a goddess. + </p> + <p> + 'Hush, Robert! Don't be foolish,' she said, quietly and tenderly. 'Here is + my aunt coming.' + </p> + <p> + The same moment he was at the piano again, playing My Bonny Lady Ann, so + as to astonish Miss St. John, and himself as well. Then he rose, bade her + a hasty good-night, and hurried away. + </p> + <p> + A strange conflict arose in his mind at the prospect of leaving the old + place, on every house of whose streets, on every swell of whose + surrounding hills he left the clinging shadows of thought and feeling. A + faintly purpled mist arose, and enwrapped all the past, changing even his + grayest troubles into tales of fairyland, and his deepest griefs into + songs of a sad music. Then he thought of Shargar, and what was to become + of him after he was gone. The lad was paler and his eyes were redder than + ever, for he had been weeping in secret. He went to his grandmother and + begged that Shargar might accompany him to Bodyfauld. + </p> + <p> + 'He maun bide at hame an' min' his beuks,' she answered; 'for he winna hae + them that muckle langer. He maun be doin' something for himsel'.' + </p> + <p> + So the next morning the boys parted—Shargar to school, and Robert to + Bodyfauld—Shargar left behind with his desolation, his sun gone down + in a west that was not even stormy, only gray and hopeless, and Robert + moving towards an east which reflected, like a faint prophecy, the west + behind him tinged with love, death, and music, but mingled the colours + with its own saffron of coming dawn. + </p> + <p> + When he reached Bodyfauld he marvelled to find that all its glory had + returned. He found Miss Lammie busy among the rich yellow pools in her + dairy, and went out into the garden, now in the height of its summer. + Great cabbage roses hung heavy-headed splendours towards purple-black + heartseases, and thin-filmed silvery pods of honesty; tall white lilies + mingled with the blossoms of currant bushes, and at their feet the + narcissi of old classic legend pressed their warm-hearted paleness into + the plebeian thicket of the many-striped gardener's garters. It was a + lovely type of a commonwealth indeed, of the garden and kingdom of God. + His whole mind was flooded with a sense of sunny wealth. The farmer's + neglected garden blossomed into higher glory in his soul. The bloom and + the richness and the use were all there; but instead of each flower was a + delicate ethereal sense or feeling about that flower. Of these how gladly + would he have gathered a posy to offer Miss St. John! but, alas! he was no + poet; or rather he had but the half of the poet's inheritance—he + could see: he could not say. But even if he had been full of poetic + speech, he would yet have found that the half of his posy remained + ungathered, for although we have speech enough now to be 'cousin to the + deed,' as Chaucer says it must always be, we have not yet enough speech to + cousin the tenth part of our feelings. Let him who doubts recall one of + his own vain attempts to convey that which made the oddest of dreams + entrancing in loveliness—to convey that aroma of thought, the + conscious absence of which made him a fool in his own eyes when he spoke + such silly words as alone presented themselves for the service. I can no + more describe the emotion aroused in my mind by a gray cloud parting over + a gray stone, by the smell of a sweetpea, by the sight of one of those + long upright pennons of striped grass with the homely name, than I can + tell what the glory of God is who made these things. The man whose poetry + is like nature in this, that it produces individual, incommunicable moods + and conditions of mind—a sense of elevated, tender, marvellous, and + evanescent existence, must be a poet indeed. Every dawn of such a feeling + is a light-brushed bubble rendering visible for a moment the dark unknown + sea of our being which lies beyond the lights of our consciousness, and is + the stuff and region of our eternal growth. But think what language must + become before it will tell dreams!—before it will convey the + delicate shades of fancy that come and go in the brain of a child!—before + it will let a man know wherein one face differeth from another face in + glory! I suspect, however, that for such purposes it is rather music than + articulation that is needful—that, with a hope of these finer + results, the language must rather be turned into music than logically + extended. + </p> + <p> + The next morning he awoke at early dawn, hearing the birds at his window. + He rose and went out. The air was clear and fresh as a new-made soul. Bars + of mottled cloud were bent across the eastern quarter of the sky, which + lay like a great ethereal ocean ready for the launch of the ship of glory + that was now gliding towards its edge. Everything was waiting to conduct + him across the far horizon to the south, where lay the stored-up wonder of + his coming life. The lark sang of something greater than he could tell; + the wind got up, whispered at it, and lay down to sleep again; the sun was + at hand to bathe the world in the light and gladness alone fit to typify + the radiance of Robert's thoughts. The clouds that formed the shore of the + upper sea were already burning from saffron into gold. A moment more and + the first insupportable sting of light would shoot from behind the edge of + that low blue hill, and the first day of his new life would be begun. He + watched, and it came. The well-spring of day, fresh and exuberant as if + now first from the holy will of the Father of Lights, gushed into the + basin of the world, and the world was more glad than tongue or pen can + tell. The supernal light alone, dawning upon the human heart, can exceed + the marvel of such a sunrise. + </p> + <p> + And shall life itself be less beautiful than one of its days? Do not + believe it, young brother. Men call the shadow, thrown upon the universe + where their own dusky souls come between it and the eternal sun, life, and + then mourn that it should be less bright than the hopes of their + childhood. Keep thou thy soul translucent, that thou mayest never see its + shadow; at least never abuse thyself with the philosophy which calls that + shadow life. Or, rather would I say, become thou pure in heart, and thou + shalt see God, whose vision alone is life. + </p> + <p> + Just as the sun rushed across the horizon he heard the tramp of a heavy + horse in the yard, passing from the stable to the cart that was to carry + his trunk to the turnpike road, three miles off, where the coach would + pass. Then Miss Lammie came and called him to breakfast, and there sat the + farmer in his Sunday suit of black, already busy. Robert was almost too + happy to eat; yet he had not swallowed two mouthfuls before the sun rose + unheeded, the lark sang unheeded, and the roses sparkled with the dew that + bowed yet lower their heavy heads, all unheeded. By the time they had + finished, Mr. Lammie's gig was at the door, and they mounted and followed + the cart. Not even the recurring doubt and fear that hollowness was at the + heart of it all, for that God could not mean such reinless gladness, + prevented the truth of the present joy from sinking deep into the lad's + heart. In his mind he saw a boat moored to a rock, with no one on board, + heaving on the waters of a rising tide, and waiting to bear him out on the + sea of the unknown. The picture arose of itself: there was no paradise of + the west in his imagination, as in that of a boy of the sixteenth century, + to authorize its appearance. It rose again and again; the dew glittered as + if the light were its own; the sun shone as he had never seen him shine + before; the very mare that sped them along held up her head and stepped + out as if she felt it the finest of mornings. Had she also a future, poor + old mare? Might there not be a paradise somewhere? and if in the furthest + star instead of next-door America, why, so much the more might the + Atlantis of the nineteenth century surpass Manoa the golden of the + seventeenth! + </p> + <p> + The gig and the cart reached the road together. One of the men who had + accompanied the cart took the gig; and they were left on the road-side + with Robert's trunk and box—the latter a present from Miss Lammie. + </p> + <p> + Their places had been secured, and the guard knew where he had to take + them up. Long before the coach appeared, the notes of his horn, as like + the colour of his red coat as the blindest of men could imagine, came + echoing from the side of the heathery, stony hill under which they stood, + so that Robert turned wondering, as if the chariot of his desires had been + coming over the top of Drumsnaig, to carry him into a heaven where all + labour was delight. But round the corner in front came the four-in-hand + red mail instead. She pulled up gallantly; the wheelers lay on their hind + quarters, and the leaders parted theirs from the pole; the boxes were + hoisted up; Mr. Lammie climbed, and Robert scrambled to his seat; the horn + blew; the coachman spake oracularly; the horses obeyed; and away went the + gorgeous symbol of sovereignty careering through the submissive region. + Nor did Robert's delight abate during the journey—certainly not when + he saw the blue line of the sea in the distance, a marvel and yet a fact. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer had consulted the Misses Napier, who had many acquaintances + in Aberdeen, as to a place proper for Robert, and suitable to her means. + Upon this point Miss Letty, not without a certain touch of design, as may + appear in the course of my story, had been able to satisfy her. In a small + house of two floors and a garret, in the old town, Mr. Lammie took leave + of Robert. + </p> + <p> + It was from a garret window still, but a storm-window now that Robert + looked—eastward across fields and sand-hills, to the blue expanse of + waters—not blue like southern seas, but slaty blue, like the eyes of + northmen. It was rather dreary; the sun was shining from overhead now, + casting short shadows and much heat; the dew was gone up, and the lark had + come down; he was alone; the end of his journey was come, and was not + anything very remarkable. His landlady interrupted his gaze to know what + he would have for dinner, but he declined to use any discretion in the + matter. When she left the room he did not return to the window, but sat + down upon his box. His eye fell upon the other, a big wooden cube. Of its + contents he knew nothing. He would amuse himself by making inquisition. It + was nailed up. He borrowed a screwdriver and opened it. At the top lay a + linen bag full of oatmeal; underneath that was a thick layer of oat-cake; + underneath that two cheeses, a pound of butter, and six pots of jam, which + ought to have tasted of roses, for it came from the old garden where the + roses lived in such sweet companionship with the currant bushes; + underneath that, &c.; and underneath, &c., a box which strangely + recalled Shargar's garret, and one of the closets therein. With beating + heart he opened it, and lo, to his marvel, and the restoration of all the + fair day, there was the violin which Dooble Sanny had left him when he + forsook her for—some one or other of the queer instruments of Fra + Angelico's angels? + </p> + <p> + In a flutter of delight he sat down on his trunk again and played the most + mournful of tunes. Two white pigeons, which had been talking to each other + in the heat on the roof, came one on each side of the window and peeped + into the room; and out between them, as he played, Robert saw the sea, and + the blue sky above it. Is it any wonder that, instead of turning to the + lying pages and contorted sentences of the Livy which he had already + unpacked from his box, he forgot all about school, and college, and + bursary, and went on playing till his landlady brought up his dinner, + which he swallowed hastily that he might return to the spells of his + enchantress! + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. THE COMPETITION. + </h2> + <p> + I could linger with gladness even over this part of my hero's history. If + the school work was dry it was thorough. If that academy had no sweetly + shadowing trees; if it did stand within a parallelogram of low stone + walls, containing a roughly-gravelled court; if all the region about + suggested hot stones and sand—beyond still was the sea and the sky; + and that court, morning and afternoon, was filled with the shouts of eager + boys, kicking the football with mad rushings to and fro, and sometimes + with wounds and faintings—fit symbol of the equally resultless + ambition with which many of them would follow the game of life in the + years to come. Shock-headed Highland colts, and rough Lowland steers as + many of them were, out of that group, out of the roughest of them, would + emerge in time a few gentlemen—not of the type of your trim, + self-contained, clerical exquisite—but large-hearted, courteous + gentlemen, for whom a man may thank God. And if the master was stern and + hard, he was true; if the pupils feared him, they yet cared to please him; + if there might be found not a few more widely-read scholars than he, it + would be hard to find a better teacher. + </p> + <p> + Robert leaned to the collar and laboured, not greatly moved by ambition, + but much by the hope of the bursary and the college life in the near + distance. Not unfrequently he would rush into the thick of the football + game, fight like a maniac for one short burst, and then retire and look + on. He oftener regarded than mingled. He seldom joined his fellows after + school hours, for his work lay both upon his conscience and his hopes; but + if he formed no very deep friendships amongst them, at least he made no + enemies, for he was not selfish, and in virtue of the Celtic blood in him + was invariably courteous. His habits were in some things altogether + irregular. He never went out for a walk; but sometimes, looking up from + his Virgil or his Latin version, and seeing the blue expanse in the + distance breaking into white under the viewless wing of the summer wind, + he would fling down his dictionary or his pen, rush from his garret, and + fly in a straight line, like a sea-gull weary of lake and river, down to + the waste shore of the great deep. This was all that stood for the Arabian + Nights of moon-blossomed marvel; all the rest was Aberdeen days of Latin + and labour. + </p> + <p> + Slowly the hours went, and yet the dreaded, hoped-for day came quickly. + The quadrangle of the stone-crowned college grew more awful in its silence + and emptiness every time Robert passed it; and the professors' houses + looked like the sentry-boxes of the angels of learning, soon to come forth + and judge the feeble mortals who dared present a claim to their + recognition. October faded softly by, with its keen fresh mornings, and + cold memorial green-horizoned evenings, whose stars fell like the stray + blossoms of a more heavenly world, from some ghostly wind of space that + had caught them up on its awful shoreless sweep. November came, 'chill and + drear,' with its heartless, hopeless nothingness; but as if to mock the + poor competitors, rose, after three days of Scotch mist, in a lovely + 'halcyon day' of 'St. Martin's summer,' through whose long shadows anxious + young faces gathered in the quadrangle, or under the arcade, each with his + Ainsworth's Dictionary, the sole book allowed, under his arm. But when the + sacrist appeared and unlocked the public school, and the black-gowned + professors walked into the room, and the door was left open for the + candidates to follow, then indeed a great awe fell upon the assembly, and + the lads crept into their seats as if to a trial for life before a bench + of the incorruptible. They took their places; a portion of Robertson's + History of Scotland was given them to turn into Latin; and soon there was + nothing to be heard in the assembly but the turning of the leaves of + dictionaries, and the scratching of pens constructing the first rough copy + of the Latinized theme. + </p> + <p> + It was done. Four weary hours, nearly five, one or two of which passed + like minutes, the others as if each minute had been an hour, went by, and + Robert, in a kind of desperation, after a final reading of the Latin, gave + in his paper, and left the room. When he got home, he asked his landlady + to get him some tea. Till it was ready he would take his violin. But even + the violin had grown dull, and would not speak freely. He returned to the + torture—took out his first copy, and went over it once more. Horror + of horrors! a maxie!—that is a maximus error. Mary Queen of Scots + had been left so far behind in the beginning of the paper, that she forgot + the rights of her sex in the middle of it, and in the accusative of a + future participle passive—I do not know if more modern grammarians + have a different name for the growth—had submitted to be dum, and + her rightful dam was henceforth and for ever debarred. + </p> + <p> + He rose, rushed out of the house, down through the garden, across two + fields and a wide road, across the links, and so to the moaning lip of the + sea—for it was moaning that night. From the last bulwark of the + sandhills he dropped upon the wet sands, and there he paced up and down—how + long, God only, who was watching him, knew—with the low limitless + form of the murmuring lip lying out and out into the sinking sky like the + life that lay low and hopeless before him, for the want at most of twenty + pounds a year (that was the highest bursary then) to lift him into a + region of possible well-being. Suddenly a strange phenomenon appeared + within him. The subject hitherto became the object to a new birth of + consciousness. He began to look at himself. 'There's a sair bit in there,' + he said, as if his own bosom had been that of another mortal. 'What's to + be dune wi' 't? I doobt it maun bide it. Weel, the crater had better bide + it quaietly, and no cry oot. Lie doon, an' haud yer tongue. Soror tua haud + meretrix est, ye brute!' He burst out laughing, after a doubtful and + ululant fashion, I dare say; but he went home, took up his auld wife, and + played 'Tullochgorum' some fifty times over, with extemporized variations. + </p> + <p> + The next day he had to translate a passage from Tacitus; after executing + which somewhat heartlessly, he did not open a Latin book for a whole week. + The very sight of one was disgusting to him. He wandered about the New + Town, along Union Street, and up and down the stairs that led to the lower + parts, haunted the quay, watched the vessels, learned their forms, their + parts and capacities, made friends with a certain Dutch captain whom he + heard playing the violin in his cabin, and on the whole, notwithstanding + the wretched prospect before him, contrived to spend the week with + considerable enjoyment. Nor does an occasional episode of lounging hurt a + life with any true claims to the epic form. + </p> + <p> + The day of decision at length arrived. Again the black-robed powers + assembled, and again the hoping, fearing lads—some of them not lads, + men, and mere boys—gathered to hear their fate. Name after name was + called out;—a twenty pound bursary to the first, one of seventeen to + the next, three or four of fifteen and fourteen, and so on, for about + twenty, and still no Robert Falconer. At last, lagging wearily in the + rear, he heard his name, went up listlessly, and was awarded five pounds. + He crept home, wrote to his grandmother, and awaited her reply. It was not + long in coming; for although the carrier was generally the medium of + communication, Miss Letty had contrived to send the answer by coach. It + was to the effect that his grandmother was sorry that he had not been more + successful, but that Mr. Innes thought it would be quite worth while to + try again, and he must therefore come home for another year. + </p> + <p> + This was mortifying enough, though not so bad as it might have been. + Robert began to pack his box. But before he had finished it he shut the + lid and sat upon it. To meet Miss St. John thus disgraced, was more than + he could bear. If he remained, he had a chance of winning prizes at the + end of the session, and that would more than repair his honour. The five + pound bursars were privileged in paying half fees; and if he could only + get some teaching, he could manage. But who would employ a bejan when a + magistrand might be had for next to nothing? Besides, who would recommend + him? The thought of Dr. Anderson flashed into his mind, and he rushed from + the house without even knowing where he lived. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. DR. ANDERSON AGAIN. + </h2> + <p> + At the Post-office he procured the desired information at once. Dr. + Anderson lived in Union Street, towards the western end of it. + </p> + <p> + Away went Robert to find the house. That was easy. What a grand house of + smooth granite and wide approach it was! The great door was opened by a + man-servant, who looked at the country boy from head to foot. + </p> + <p> + 'Is the doctor in?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wad like to see him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wha will I say wants him?' + </p> + <p> + 'Say the laddie he saw at Bodyfauld.' + </p> + <p> + The man left Robert in the hall, which was spread with tiger and leopard + skins, and had a bright fire burning in a large stove. Returning + presently, he led him through noiseless swing-doors covered with cloth + into a large library. Never had Robert conceived such luxury. What with + Turkey carpet, crimson curtains, easy-chairs, grandly-bound books and + morocco-covered writing-table, it seemed the very ideal of comfort. But + Robert liked the grandeur too much to be abashed by it. + </p> + <p> + 'Sit ye doon there,' said the servant, 'and the doctor 'ill be wi' ye in + ae minute.' + </p> + <p> + He was hardly out of the room before a door opened in the middle of the + books, and the doctor appeared in a long dressing-gown. He looked + inquiringly at Robert for one moment, then made two long strides like a + pair of eager compasses, holding out his hand. + </p> + <p> + 'I'm Robert Faukner,' said the boy. 'Ye'll min', maybe, doctor, 'at ye war + verra kin' to me ance, and tellt me lots o' stories—at Bodyfauld, ye + ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm very glad to see you, Robert,' said Dr. Anderson. 'Of course I + remember you perfectly; but my servant did not bring your name, and I did + not know but it might be the other boy—I forget his name.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye mean Shargar, sir. It's no him.' + </p> + <p> + 'I can see that,' said the doctor, laughing, 'although you are altered. + You have grown quite a man! I am very glad to see you,' he repeated, + shaking hands with him again. 'When did you come to town?' + </p> + <p> + 'I hae been at the grammer school i' the auld toon for the last three + months,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Three months!' exclaimed Dr. Anderson. 'And never came to see me till + now! That was too bad of you, Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, ye see, sir, I didna ken better. An' I had a heap to do, an' a' for + naething, efter a'. But gin I had kent 'at ye wad like to see me, I wad + hae likit weel to come to ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have been away most of the summer,' said the doctor; 'but I have been + at home for the last month. You haven't had your dinner, have you?' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I dinna exackly ken what to say, sir. Ye see, I wasna that + sharp-set the day, sae I had jist a mou'fu' o' breid and cheese. I'm + turnin' hungry, noo, I maun confess.' + </p> + <p> + The doctor rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + 'You must stop and dine with me.—Johnston,' he continued, as his + servant entered, 'tell the cook that I have a gentleman to dinner with me + to-day, and she must be liberal.' + </p> + <p> + 'Guidsake, sir!' said Robert, 'dinna set the woman agen me.' + </p> + <p> + He had no intention of saying anything humorous, but Dr. Anderson laughed + heartily. + </p> + <p> + 'Come into my room till dinner-time,' he said, opening the door by which + he had entered. + </p> + <p> + To Robert's astonishment, he found himself in a room bare as that of the + poorest cottage. A small square window, small as the window in John + Hewson's, looked out upon a garden neatly kept, but now 'having no + adorning but cleanliness.' The place was just the benn end of a cottage. + The walls were whitewashed, the ceiling was of bare boards, and the floor + was sprinkled with a little white sand. The table and chairs were of + common deal, white and clean, save that the former was spotted with ink. A + greater contrast to the soft, large, richly-coloured room they had left + could hardly be imagined. A few bookshelves on the wall were filled with + old books. A fire blazed cheerily in the little grate. A bed with + snow-white coverlet stood in a recess. + </p> + <p> + 'This is the nicest room in the house, Robert,' said the doctor. 'When I + was a student like you—' + </p> + <p> + Robert shook his head, + </p> + <p> + 'I'm nae student yet,' he said; but the doctor went on: + </p> + <p> + 'I had the benn end of my father's cottage to study in, for he treated me + like a stranger-gentleman when I came home from college. The father + respected the son for whose advantage he was working like a slave from + morning till night. My heart is sometimes sore with the gratitude I feel + to him. Though he's been dead for thirty years—would you believe it, + Robert?—well, I can't talk more about him now. I made this room as + like my father's benn end as I could, and I am happier here than anywhere + in the world.' + </p> + <p> + By this time Robert was perfectly at home. Before the dinner was ready he + had not only told Dr. Anderson his present difficulty, but his whole story + as far back as he could remember. The good man listened eagerly, gazed at + the boy with more and more of interest, which deepened till his eyes + glistened as he gazed, and when a ludicrous passage intervened, welcomed + the laughter as an excuse for wiping them. When dinner was announced, he + rose without a word and led the way to the dining-room. Robert followed, + and they sat down to a meal simple enough for such a house, but which to + Robert seemed a feast followed by a banquet. For after they had done + eating—on the doctor's part a very meagre performance—they + retired to his room again, and then Robert found the table covered with a + snowy cloth, and wine and fruits arranged upon it. + </p> + <p> + It was far into the night before he rose to go home. As he passed through + a thick rain of pin-point drops, he felt that although those cold granite + houses, with glimmering dead face, stood like rows of sepulchres, he was + in reality walking through an avenue of homes. Wet to the skin long before + he reached Mrs. Fyvie's in the auld toon, he was notwithstanding as warm + as the under side of a bird's wing. For he had to sit down and write to + his grandmother informing her that Dr. Anderson had employed him to copy + for the printers a book of his upon the Medical Boards of India, and that + as he was going to pay him for that and other work at a rate which would + secure him ten shillings a week, it would be a pity to lose a year for the + chance of getting a bursary next winter. + </p> + <p> + The doctor did want the manuscript copied; and he knew that the only + chance of getting Mrs. Falconer's consent to Robert's receiving any + assistance from him, was to make some business arrangement of the sort. He + wrote to her the same night, and after mentioning the unexpected pleasure + of Robert's visit, not only explained the advantage to himself of the + arrangement he had proposed, but set forth the greater advantage to + Robert, inasmuch as he would thus be able in some measure to keep a hold + of him. He judged that although Mrs. Falconer had no great opinion of his + religion, she would yet consider his influence rather on the side of good + than otherwise in the case of a boy else abandoned to his own resources. + </p> + <p> + The end of it all was that his grandmother yielded, and Robert was + straightway a Bejan, or Yellow-beak. + </p> + <p> + Three days had he been clothed in the red gown of the Aberdeen student, + and had attended the Humanity and Greek class-rooms. On the evening of the + third day he was seated at his table preparing his Virgil for the next, + when he found himself growing very weary, and no wonder, for, except the + walk of a few hundred yards to and from the college, he had had no open + air for those three days. It was raining in a persistent November fashion, + and he thought of the sea, away through the dark and the rain, tossing + uneasily. Should he pay it a visit? He sat for a moment, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + This way and that dividing the swift mind, <a href="#note-4" name="noteref-4" id="noteref-4">4</a> +</pre> + <p> + when his eye fell on his violin. He had been so full of his new position + and its requirements, that he had not touched it since the session opened. + Now it was just what he wanted. He caught it up eagerly, and began to + play. The power of the music seized upon him, and he went on playing, + forgetful of everything else, till a string broke. It was all too short + for further use. Regardless of the rain or the depth of darkness to be + traversed before he could find a music-shop, he caught up his cap, and + went to rush from the house. + </p> + <p> + His door opened immediately on the top step of the stair, without any + landing. There was a door opposite, to which likewise a few steps led + immediately up. The stairs from the two doors united a little below. So + near were the doors that one might stride across the fork. The opposite + door was open, and in it stood Eric Ericson. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. ERIC ERICSON. + </h2> + <p> + Robert sprang across the dividing chasm, clasped Ericson's hand in both of + his, looked up into his face, and stood speechless. Ericson returned the + salute with a still kindness—tender and still. His face was like a + gray morning sky of summer from whose level cloud-fields rain will fall + before noon. + </p> + <p> + 'So it was you,' he said, 'playing the violin so well?' + </p> + <p> + 'I was doin' my best,' answered Robert. 'But eh! Mr. Ericson, I wad hae + dune better gin I had kent ye was hearkenin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'You couldn't do better than your best,' returned Eric, smiling. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, but yer best micht aye grow better, ye ken,' persisted Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Come into my room,' said Ericson. 'This is Friday night, and there is + nothing but chapel to-morrow. So we'll have talk instead of work.' + </p> + <p> + In another moment they were seated by a tiny coal fire in a room one side + of which was the slope of the roof, with a large, low skylight in it + looking seawards. The sound of the distant waves, unheard in Robert's + room, beat upon the drum of the skylight, through all the world of mist + that lay between it and them—dimly, vaguely—but ever and again + with a swell of gathered force, that made the distant tumult doubtful no + more. + </p> + <p> + 'I am sorry I have nothing to offer you,' said Ericson. + </p> + <p> + 'You remind me of Peter and John at the Beautiful Gate of the temple,' + returned Robert, attempting to speak English like the Northerner, but + breaking down as his heart got the better of him. 'Eh! Mr. Ericson, gin ye + kent what it is to me to see the face o' ye, ye wadna speyk like that. + Jist lat me sit an' leuk at ye. I want nae mair.' + </p> + <p> + A smile broke up the cold, sad, gray light of the young eagle-face. Stern + at once and gentle when in repose, its smile was as the summer of some + lovely land where neither the heat nor the sun shall smite them. The youth + laid his hand upon the boy's head, then withdrew it hastily, and the smile + vanished like the sun behind a cloud. Robert saw it, and as if he had been + David before Saul, rose instinctively and said, + </p> + <p> + 'I'll gang for my fiddle.—Hoots! I hae broken ane o' the strings. We + maun bide till the morn. But I want nae fiddle mysel' whan I hear the + great water oot there.' + </p> + <p> + 'You're young yet, my boy, or you might hear voices in that water—! + I've lived in the sound of it all my days. When I can't rest at night, I + hear a moaning and crying in the dark, and I lie and listen till I can't + tell whether I'm a man or some God-forsaken sea in the sunless north.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sometimes I believe in naething but my fiddle,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, yes. But when it comes into you, my boy! You won't hear much music + in the cry of the sea after that. As long as you've got it at arm's + length, it's all very well. It's interesting then, and you can talk to + your fiddle about it, and make poetry about it,' said Ericson, with a + smile of self-contempt. 'But as soon as the real earnest comes that is all + over. The sea-moan is the cry of a tortured world then. Its hollow bed is + the cup of the world's pain, ever rolling from side to side and dashing + over its lip. Of all that might be, ought to be, nothing to be had!—I + could get music out of it once. Look here. I could trifle like that once.' + </p> + <p> + He half rose, then dropped on his chair. But Robert's believing eyes + justified confidence, and Ericson had never had any one to talk to. He + rose again, opened a cupboard at his side, took out some papers, threw + them on the table, and, taking his hat, walked towards the door. + </p> + <p> + 'Which of your strings is broken?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'The third,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I will get you one,' said Ericson; and before Robert could reply he was + down the stair. Robert heard him cough, then the door shut, and he was + gone in the rain and fog. + </p> + <p> + Bewildered, unhappy, ready to fly after him, yet irresolute, Robert almost + mechanically turned over the papers upon the little deal table. He was + soon arrested by the following verses, headed: + </p> + <p> + A NOONDAY MELODY. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Everything goes to its rest; + The hills are asleep in the noon; + And life is as still in its nest + As the moon when she looks on a moon + In the depths of a calm river's breast + As it steals through a midnight in June. + + The streams have forgotten the sea + In the dream of their musical sound; + The sunlight is thick on the tree, + And the shadows lie warm on the ground— + So still, you may watch them and see + Every breath that awakens around. + + The churchyard lies still in the heat, + With its handful of mouldering bone; + As still as the long stalk of wheat + In the shadow that sits by the stone, + As still as the grass at my feet + When I walk in the meadows alone. + + The waves are asleep on the main, + And the ships are asleep on the wave; + And the thoughts are as still in my brain + As the echo that sleeps in the cave; + All rest from their labour and pain— + Then why should not I in my grave? +</pre> + <p> + His heart ready to burst with a sorrow, admiration, and devotion, which no + criticism interfered to qualify, Robert rushed out into the darkness, and + sped, fleet-footed, along the only path which Ericson could have taken. He + could not bear to be left in the house while his friend was out in the + rain. + </p> + <p> + He was sure of joining him before he reached the new town, for he was + fleet-footed, and there was a path only on one side of the way, so that + there was no danger of passing him in the dark. As he ran he heard the + moaning of the sea. There must be a storm somewhere, away in the deep + spaces of its dark bosom, and its lips muttered of its far unrest. When + the sun rose it would be seen misty and gray, tossing about under the one + rain cloud that like a thinner ocean overspread the heavens—tossing + like an animal that would fain lie down and be at peace but could not + compose its unwieldy strength. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly Robert slackened his speed, ceased running, stood, gazed through + the darkness at a figure a few yards before him. + </p> + <p> + An old wall, bowed out with age and the weight behind it, flanked the road + in this part. Doors in this wall, with a few steps in front of them and + more behind, led up into gardens upon a slope, at the top of which stood + the houses to which they belonged. Against one of these doors the figure + stood with its head bowed upon its hands. When Robert was within a few + feet, it descended and went on. + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Ericson!' exclaimed Robert. 'Ye'll get yer deith gin ye stan' that + gait i' the weet.' + </p> + <p> + 'Amen,' said Ericson, turning with a smile that glimmered wan through the + misty night. Then changing his tone, he went on: 'What are you after, + Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'You,' answered Robert. 'I cudna bide to be left my lane whan I micht be + wi' ye a' the time—gin ye wad lat me. Ye war oot o' the hoose afore + I weel kent what ye was aboot. It's no a fit nicht for ye to be oot at a', + mair by token 'at ye're no the ablest to stan' cauld an' weet.' + </p> + <p> + 'I've stood a great deal of both in my time,' returned Ericson; 'but come + along. We'll go and get that fiddle-string.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna ye think it wad be fully better to gang hame?' Robert ventured to + suggest. + </p> + <p> + 'What would be the use? I'm in no mood for Plato to-night,' he answered, + trying hard to keep from shivering. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye hae an ill cauld upo' ye,' persisted Robert; 'an' ye maun be as weet + 's a dishcloot.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson laughed—a strange, hollow laugh. + </p> + <p> + 'Come along,' he said. 'A walk will do me good. We'll get the string, and + then you shall play to me. That will do me more good yet.' + </p> + <p> + Robert ceased opposing him, and they walked together to the new town. + Robert bought the string, and they set out, as he thought, to return. + </p> + <p> + But not yet did Ericson seem inclined to go home. He took the lead, and + they emerged upon the quay. + </p> + <p> + There were not many vessels. One of them was the Antwerp tub, already + known to Robert. He recognized her even in the dull light of the quay + lamps. Her captain being a prudent and well-to-do Dutchman, never slept on + shore; he preferred saving his money; and therefore, as the friends + passed, Robert caught sight of him walking his own deck and smoking a long + clay pipe before turning in. + </p> + <p> + 'A fine nicht, capt'n,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'It does rain,' returned the captain. 'Will you come on board and have one + schnapps before you turn in?' + </p> + <p> + 'I hae a frien' wi' me here,' said Robert, feeling his way. + </p> + <p> + 'Let him come and be welcomed.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson making no objection, they went on board, and down into the neat + little cabin, which was all the roomier for the straightness of the + vessel's quarter. The captain got out a square, coffin-shouldered bottle, + and having respect to the condition of their garments, neither of the + young men refused his hospitality, though Robert did feel a little + compunction at the thought of the horror it would have caused his + grandmother. Then the Dutchman got out his violin and asked Robert to play + a Scotch air. But in the middle of it his eyes fell on Ericson, and he + stopped at once. Ericson was sitting on a locker, leaning back against the + side of the vessel: his eyes were open and fixed, and he seemed quite + unconscious of what was passing. Robert fancied at first that the hollands + he had taken had gone to his head, but he saw at the same moment, from his + glass, that he had scarcely tasted the spirit. In great alarm they tried + to rouse him, and at length succeeded. He closed his eyes, opened them + again, rose up, and was going away. + </p> + <p> + 'What's the maitter wi' ye, Mr. Ericson?' said Robert, in distress. + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing, nothing,' answered Ericson, in a strange voice. 'I fell asleep, + I believe. It was very bad manners, captain. I beg your pardon. I believe + I am overtired.' + </p> + <p> + The Dutchman was as kind as possible, and begged Ericson to stay the night + and occupy his berth. But he insisted on going home, although he was + clearly unfit for such a walk. They bade the skipper good-night, went on + shore, and set out, Ericson leaning rather heavily upon Robert's arm. + Robert led him up Marischal Street. + </p> + <p> + The steep ascent was too much for Ericson. He stood still upon the bridge + and leaned over the wall of it. Robert stood beside, almost in despair + about getting him home. + </p> + <p> + 'Have patience with me, Robert,' said Ericson, in his natural voice. 'I + shall be better presently. I don't know what's come to me. If I had been a + Celt now, I should have said I had a touch of the second sight. But I am, + as far as I know, pure Northman.' + </p> + <p> + 'What did you see?' asked Robert, with a strange feeling that miles of the + spirit world, if one may be allowed such a contradiction in words, lay + between him and his friend. + </p> + <p> + Ericson returned no answer. Robert feared he was going to have a relapse; + but in a moment more he lifted himself up and bent again to the brae. + </p> + <p> + They got on pretty well till they were about the middle of the Gallowgate. + </p> + <p> + 'I can't,' said Ericson feebly, and half leaned, half fell against the + wall of a house. + </p> + <p> + 'Come into this shop,' said Robert. 'I ken the man. He'll lat ye sit + doon.' + </p> + <p> + He managed to get him in. He was as pale as death. The bookseller got a + chair, and he sank into it. Robert was almost at his wit's end. There was + no such thing as a cab in Aberdeen for years and years after the date of + my story. He was holding a glass of water to Ericson's lips,—when he + heard his name, in a low earnest whisper, from the door. There, round the + door-cheek, peered the white face and red head of Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert! Robert!' said Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'I hear ye,' returned Robert coolly: he was too anxious to be surprised at + anything. 'Haud yer tongue. I'll come to ye in a minute.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson recovered a little, refused the whisky offered by the bookseller, + rose, and staggered out. + </p> + <p> + 'If I were only home!' he said. 'But where is home?' + </p> + <p> + 'We'll try to mak ane,' returned Robert. 'Tak a haud o' me. Lay yer weicht + upo' me.—Gin it warna for yer len'th, I cud cairry ye weel eneuch. + Whaur's that Shargar?' he muttered to himself, looking up and down the + gloomy street. + </p> + <p> + But no Shargar was to be seen. Robert peered in vain into every dark court + they crept past, till at length he all but came to the conclusion that + Shargar was only 'fantastical.' + </p> + <p> + When they had reached the hollow, and were crossing the canal-bridge by + Mount Hooly, Ericson's strength again failed him, and again he leaned upon + the bridge. Nor had he leaned long before Robert found that he had + fainted. In desperation he began to hoist the tall form upon his back, + when he heard the quick step of a runner behind him and the words— + </p> + <p> + 'Gie 'im to me, Robert; gie 'im to me. I can carry 'im fine.' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud awa' wi' ye,' returned Robert; and again Shargar fell behind. + </p> + <p> + For a few hundred yards he trudged along manfully; but his strength, more + from the nature of his burden than its weight, soon gave way. He stood + still to recover. The same moment Shargar was by his side again. + </p> + <p> + 'Noo, Robert,' he said, pleadingly. + </p> + <p> + Robert yielded, and the burden was shifted to Shargar's back. + </p> + <p> + How they managed it they hardly knew themselves; but after many changes + they at last got Ericson home, and up to his own room. He had revived + several times, but gone off again. In one of his faints, Robert undressed + him and got him into bed. He had so little to cover him, that Robert could + not help crying with misery. He himself was well provided, and would + gladly have shared with Ericson, but that was hopeless. He could, however, + make him warm in bed. Then leaving Shargar in charge, he sped back to the + new town to Dr. Anderson. The doctor had his carriage out at once, wrapped + Robert in a plaid and brought him home with him. + </p> + <p> + Ericson came to himself, and seeing Shargar by his bedside, tried to sit + up, asking feebly, + </p> + <p> + 'Where am I?' + </p> + <p> + 'In yer ain bed, Mr. Ericson,' answered Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'And who are you?' asked Ericson again, bewildered. + </p> + <p> + Shargar's pale face no doubt looked strange under his crown of red hair. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow! I'm naebody.' + </p> + <p> + 'You must be somebody, or else my brain's in a bad state,' returned + Ericson. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, I'm naebody. Naething ava (at all). Robert 'll be hame in ae + meenit.—I'm Robert's tyke (dog),' concluded Shargar, with a sudden + inspiration. + </p> + <p> + This answer seemed to satisfy Ericson, for he closed his eyes and lay + still; nor did he speak again till Robert arrived with the doctor. + </p> + <p> + Poor food, scanty clothing, undue exertion in travelling to and from the + university, hard mental effort against weakness, disquietude of mind, all + borne with an endurance unconscious of itself, had reduced Eric Ericson to + his present condition. Strength had given way at last, and he was now + lying in the low border wash of a dead sea of fever. + </p> + <p> + The last of an ancient race of poor men, he had no relative but a second + cousin, and no means except the little he advanced him, chiefly in kind, + to be paid for when Eric had a profession. This cousin was in the herring + trade, and the chief assistance he gave him was to send him by sea, from + Wick to Aberdeen, a small barrel of his fish every session. One herring, + with two or three potatoes, formed his dinner as long as the barrel + lasted. But at Aberdeen or elsewhere no one carried his head more erect + than Eric Ericson—not from pride, but from simplicity and inborn + dignity; and there was not a man during his curriculum more respected than + he. An excellent classical scholar—as scholarship went in those days—he + was almost the only man in the university who made his knowledge of Latin + serve towards an acquaintance with the Romance languages. He had gained a + small bursary, and gave lessons when he could. + </p> + <p> + But having no level channel for the outgoing of the waters of one of the + tenderest hearts that ever lived, those waters had sought to break a + passage upwards. Herein his experience corresponded in a considerable + degree to that of Robert; only Eric's more fastidious and more instructed + nature bred a thousand difficulties which he would meet one by one, + whereas Robert, less delicate and more robust, would break through all the + oppositions of theological science falsely so called, and take the kingdom + of heaven by force. But indeed the ruins of the ever falling temple of + theology had accumulated far more heavily over Robert's well of life, than + over that of Ericson: the obstructions to his faith were those that rolled + from the disintegrating mountains of humanity, rather than the rubbish + heaped upon it by the careless masons who take the quarry whence they hew + the stones for the temple—built without hands eternal in the + heavens. + </p> + <p> + When Dr. Anderson entered, Ericson opened his eyes wide. The doctor + approached, and taking his hand began to feel his pulse. Then first + Ericson comprehended his visit. + </p> + <p> + 'I can't,' he said, withdrawing his hand. 'I am not so ill as to need a + doctor.' + </p> + <p> + 'My dear sir,' said Dr. Anderson, courteously, 'there will be no occasion + to put you to any pain.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sir,' said Eric, 'I have no money.' + </p> + <p> + The doctor laughed. + </p> + <p> + 'And I have more than I know how to make a good use of.' + </p> + <p> + 'I would rather be left alone,' persisted Ericson, turning his face away. + </p> + <p> + 'Now, my dear sir,' said the doctor, with gentle decision, 'that is very + wrong. With what face can you offer a kindness when your turn comes, if + you won't accept one yourself?' + </p> + <p> + Ericson held out his wrist. Dr. Anderson questioned, prescribed, and, + having given directions, went home, to call again in the morning. + </p> + <p> + And now Robert was somewhat in the position of the old woman who 'had so + many children she didn't know what to do.' Dr. Anderson ordered + nourishment for Ericson, and here was Shargar upon his hands as well! + Shargar and he could share, to be sure, and exist: but for Ericson—? + </p> + <p> + Not a word did Robert exchange with Shargar till he had gone to the + druggist's and got the medicine for Ericson, who, after taking it, fell + into a troubled sleep. Then, leaving the two doors open, Robert joined + Shargar in his own room. There he made up a good fire, and they sat and + dried themselves. + </p> + <p> + 'Noo, Shargar,' said Robert at length, 'hoo cam ye here?' + </p> + <p> + His question was too like one of his grandmother's to be pleasant to + Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna speyk to me that gait, Robert, or I'll cut my throat,' he returned. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots! I maun ken a' aboot it,' insisted Robert, but with much modified + and partly convicted tone. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I never said I wadna tell ye a' aboot it. The fac' 's this—an' + I'm no' up to the leein' as I used to be, Robert: I hae tried it ower an' + ower, but a lee comes rouch throw my thrapple (windpipe) noo. Faith! I cud + hae leed ance wi' onybody, barrin' the de'il. I winna lee. I'm nae leein'. + The fac's jist this: I cudna bide ahin' ye ony langer.' + </p> + <p> + 'But what the muckle lang-tailed deevil! am I to do wi' ye?' returned + Robert, in real perplexity, though only pretended displeasure. + </p> + <p> + 'Gie me something to ate, an' I'll tell ye what to do wi' me,' answered + Shargar. 'I dinna care a scart (scratch) what it is.' + </p> + <p> + Robert rang the bell and ordered some porridge, and while it was + preparing, Shargar told his story—how having heard a rumour of + apprenticeship to a tailor, he had the same night dropped from the gable + window to the ground, and with three halfpence in his pocket had wandered + and begged his way to Aberdeen, arriving with one halfpenny left. + </p> + <p> + 'But what am I to do wi' ye?' said Robert once more, in as much perplexity + as ever. + </p> + <p> + 'Bide till I hae tellt ye, as I said I wad,' answered Shargar. 'Dinna ye + think I'm the haveless (careless and therefore helpless) crater I used to + be. I hae been in Aberdeen three days! Ay, an' I hae seen you ilka day in + yer reid goon, an' richt braw it is. Luik ye here!' + </p> + <p> + He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out what amounted to two or three + shillings, chiefly in coppers, which he exposed with triumph on the table. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur got ye a' that siller, man?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Here and there, I kenna whaur; but I hae gien the weicht o' 't for 't a' + the same—rinnin' here an' rinnin' there, cairryin' boxes till an' + frae the smacks, an' doin' a'thing whether they bade me or no. Yesterday + mornin' I got thrippence by hingin' aboot the Royal afore the coches + startit. I luikit a' up and doon the street till I saw somebody hine awa + wi' a porkmanty. Till 'im I ran, an' he was an auld man, an' maist at the + last gasp wi' the weicht o' 't, an' gae me 't to carry. An' wha duv ye + think gae me a shillin' the verra first nicht?—Wha but my brither + Sandy?' + </p> + <p> + 'Lord Rothie?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, faith. I kent him weel eneuch, but little he kent me. There he was + upo' Black Geordie. He's turnin' auld noo.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yer brither?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na. He's young eneuch for ony mischeef; but Black Geordie. What on earth + gars him gang stravaguin' aboot upo' that deevil? I doobt he's a kelpie, + or a hell-horse, or something no canny o' that kin'; for faith! brither + Sandy's no ower canny himsel', I'm thinkin'. But Geordie—the aulder + the waur set (inclined). An' sae I'm thinkin' wi' his maister.' + </p> + <p> + 'Did ye iver see yer father, Shargar?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na. Nor I dinna want to see 'im. I'm upo' my mither's side. But that's + naething to the pint. A' that I want o' you 's to lat me come hame at + nicht, an' lie upo' the flure here. I sweir I'll lie i' the street gin ye + dinna lat me. I'll sleep as soun' 's Peter MacInnes whan Maccleary's + preachin'. An' I winna ate muckle—I hae a dreidfu' pooer o' aitin'—an' + a' 'at I gether I'll fess hame to you, to du wi' 't as ye like.—Man, + I cairriet a heap o' things the day till the skipper o' that boat 'at ye + gaed intil wi' Maister Ericson the nicht. He's a fine chiel' that + skipper!' + </p> + <p> + Robert was astonished at the change that had passed upon Shargar. His + departure had cast him upon his own resources, and allowed the + individuality repressed by every event of his history, even by his worship + of Robert, to begin to develop itself. Miserable for a few weeks, he had + revived in the fancy that to work hard at school would give him some + chance of rejoining Robert. Thence, too, he had watched to please Mrs. + Falconer, and had indeed begun to buy golden opinions from all sorts of + people. He had a hope in prospect. But into the midst fell the whisper of + the apprenticeship like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky. He fled at once. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, ye can hae my bed the nicht,' said Robert, 'for I maun sit up wi' + Mr. Ericson.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed I'll hae naething o' the kin'. I'll sleep upo' the flure, or else + upo' the door-stane. Man, I'm no clean eneuch efter what I've come throu + sin' I drappit frae the window-sill i' the ga'le-room. But jist len' me + yer plaid, an' I'll sleep upo' the rug here as gin I war i' Paradees. An' + faith, sae I am, Robert. Ye maun gang to yer bed some time the nicht forby + (besides), or ye winna be fit for yer wark the morn. Ye can jist gie me a + kick, an' I'll be up afore ye can gie me anither.' + </p> + <p> + Their supper arrived from below, and, each on one side of the fire, they + ate the porridge, conversing all the while about old times—for the + youngest life has its old times, its golden age—and old adventures,—Dooble + Sanny, Betty, &c., &c. There were but two subjects which Robert + avoided—Miss St. John and the Bonnie Leddy. Shargar was at length + deposited upon the little bit of hearthrug which adorned rather than + enriched the room, with Robert's plaid of shepherd tartan around him, and + an Ainsworth's dictionary under his head for a pillow. + </p> + <p> + 'Man, I fin' mysel' jist like a muckle colley (sheep-dog),' he said. 'Whan + I close my een, I'm no sure 'at I'm no i' the inside o' yer auld + luckie-daiddie's kilt. The Lord preserve me frae ever sic a fricht again + as yer grannie an' Betty gae me the nicht they fand me in 't! I dinna + believe it's in natur' to hae sic a fricht twise in ae lifetime. Sae I'll + fa' asleep at ance, an' say nae mair—but as muckle o' my prayers as + I can min' upo' noo 'at grannie's no at my lug.' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer impidence, an' yer tongue thegither,' said Robert. 'Min' 'at my + grannie's been the best frien' ye ever had.' + </p> + <p> + ''Cep' my ain mither,' returned Shargar, with a sleepy doggedness in his + tone. + </p> + <p> + During their conference, Ericson had been slumbering. Robert had visited + him from time to time, but he had not awaked. As soon as Shargar was + disposed of, he took his candle and sat down by him. He grew more uneasy. + Robert guessed that the candle was the cause, and put it out. Ericson was + quieter. So Robert sat in the dark. + </p> + <p> + But the rain had now ceased. Some upper wind had swept the clouds from the + sky, and the whole world of stars was radiant over the earth and its + griefs. + </p> + <p> + 'O God, where art thou?' he said in his heart, and went to his own room to + look out. + </p> + <p> + There was no curtain, and the blind had not been drawn down, therefore the + earth looked in at the storm-window. The sea neither glimmered nor shone. + It lay across the horizon like a low level cloud, out of which came a + moaning. Was this moaning all of the earth, or was there trouble in the + starry places too? thought Robert, as if already he had begun to suspect + the truth from afar—that save in the secret place of the Most High, + and in the heart that is hid with the Son of Man in the bosom of the + Father, there is trouble—a sacred unrest—everywhere—the + moaning of a tide setting homewards, even towards the bosom of that + Father. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. A HUMAN PROVIDENCE. + </h2> + <p> + Robert kept himself thoroughly awake the whole night, and it was well that + he had not to attend classes in the morning. As the gray of the world's + reviving consciousness melted in at the window, the things around and + within him looked and felt ghastly. Nothing is liker the gray dawn than + the soul of one who has been watching by a sick bed all the long hours of + the dark, except, indeed, it be the first glimmerings of truth on the mind + lost in the dark of a godless life. + </p> + <p> + Ericson had waked often, and Robert had administered his medicine + carefully. But he had been mostly between sleeping and waking, and had + murmured strange words, whose passing shadows rather than glimmers roused + the imagination of the youth as with messages from regions unknown. + </p> + <p> + As the light came he found his senses going, and went to his own room + again to get a book that he might keep himself awake by reading at the + window. To his surprise Shargar was gone, and for a moment he doubted + whether he had not been dreaming all that had passed between them the + night before. His plaid was folded up and laid upon a chair, as if it had + been there all night, and his Ainsworth was on the table. But beside it + was the money Shargar had drawn from his pockets. + </p> + <p> + About nine o'clock Dr. Anderson arrived, found Ericson not so much worse + as he had expected, comforted Robert, and told him he must go to bed. + </p> + <p> + 'But I cannot leave Mr. Ericson,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Let your friend—what's his odd name?—watch him during the + day.' + </p> + <p> + 'Shargar, you mean, sir. But that's his nickname. His rale name they say + his mither says, is George Moray—wi' an o an' no a u-r.—Do you + see, sir?' concluded Robert significantly. + </p> + <p> + 'No, I don't,' answered the doctor. + </p> + <p> + 'They say he's a son o' the auld Markis's, that's it. His mither's a randy + wife 'at gangs aboot the country—a gipsy they say. There's nae doobt + aboot her. An' by a' accoonts the father's likly eneuch.' + </p> + <p> + 'And how on earth did you come to have such a questionable companion?' + </p> + <p> + 'Shargar's as fine a crater as ever God made,' said Robert warmly. 'Ye'll + alloo 'at God made him, doctor; though his father an' mither thochtna + muckle aboot him or God either whan they got him atween them? An' Shargar + couldna help it. It micht ha' been you or me for that maitter, doctor.' + </p> + <p> + 'I beg your pardon, Robert,' said Dr. Anderson quietly, although delighted + with the fervour of his young kinsman: 'I only wanted to know how he came + to be your companion.' + </p> + <p> + 'I beg your pardon, doctor—but I thoucht ye was some scunnert at it; + an' I canna bide Shargar to be luikit doon upo'. Luik here,' he continued, + going to his box, and bringing out Shargar's little heap of coppers, in + which two sixpences obscurely shone, 'he brocht a' that hame last nicht, + an' syne sleepit upo' the rug i' my room there. We'll want a' 'at he can + mak an' me too afore we get Mr. Ericson up again.' + </p> + <p> + 'But ye haena tellt me yet,' said the doctor, so pleased with the lad that + he relapsed into the dialect of his youth, 'hoo ye cam to forgather wi' + 'im.' + </p> + <p> + 'I tellt ye a' aboot it, doctor. It was a' my grannie's doin', God bless + her—for weel he may, an' muckle she needs 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! yes; I remember now all your grandmother's part in the story,' + returned the doctor. 'But I still want to know how he came here.' + </p> + <p> + 'She was gaein' to mak a taylor o' 'm: an' he jist ran awa', an' cam to + me.' + </p> + <p> + 'It was too bad of him that—after all she had done for him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, 'deed no, doctor. Even whan ye boucht a man an' paid for him, + accordin' to the Jewish law, ye cudna mak a slave o' 'im for a'thegither, + ohn him seekin' 't himsel'.—Eh! gin she could only get my father + hame!' sighed Robert, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + 'What should she want him home for?' asked Dr. Anderson, still making + conversation. + </p> + <p> + 'I didna mean hame to Rothieden. I believe she cud bide never seein' 'im + again, gin only he wasna i' the ill place. She has awfu' notions aboot + burnin' ill sowls for ever an' ever. But it's no hersel'. It's the wyte o' + the ministers. Doctor, I do believe she wad gang an' be brunt hersel' wi' + a great thanksgivin', gin it wad lat ony puir crater oot o' 't—no to + say my father. An' I sair misdoobt gin mony o' them 'at pat it in her heid + wad do as muckle. I'm some feared they're like Paul afore he was + convertit: he wadna lift a stane himsel', but he likit weel to stan' oot + by an' luik on.' + </p> + <p> + A deep sigh, almost a groan, from the bed, reminded them that they were + talking too much and too loud for a sick-room. It was followed by the + words, muttered, but articulate, + </p> + <p> + 'What's the good when you don't know whether there's a God at all?' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, that's verra true, Mr. Ericson,' returned Robert. 'I wish ye wad + fin' oot an' tell me. I wad be blithe to hear what ye had to say anent it—gin + it was ay, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson went on murmuring, but inarticulately now. + </p> + <p> + 'This won't do at all, Robert, my boy,' said Dr. Anderson. 'You must not + talk about such things with him, or indeed about anything. You must keep + him as quiet as ever you can.' + </p> + <p> + 'I thocht he was comin' till himsel',' returned Robert. 'But I will tak + care, I assure ye, doctor. Only I'm feared I may fa' asleep the nicht, for + I was dooms sleepy this mornin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will send Johnston as soon as I get home, and you must go to bed when + he comes.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, doctor, that winna do at a'. It wad be ower mony strange faces + a'thegither. We'll get Mistress Fyvie to luik till 'im the day, an' + Shargar canna work the morn, bein' Sunday. An' I'll gang to my bed for + fear o' doin' waur, though I doobt I winna sleep i' the daylicht.' + </p> + <p> + Dr. Anderson was satisfied, and went home—cogitating much. This boy, + this cousin of his, made a vortex of good about him into which whoever + came near it was drawn. He seemed at the same time quite unaware of + anything worthy in his conduct. The good he did sprung from some inward + necessity, with just enough in it of the salt of choice to keep it from + losing its savour. To these cogitations of Dr. Anderson, I add that there + was no conscious exercise of religion in it—for there his mind was + all at sea. Of course I believe notwithstanding that religion had much, I + ought to say everything, to do with it. Robert had not yet found in God a + reason for being true to his fellows; but, if God was leading him to be + the man he became, how could any good results of this leading be other + than religion? All good is of God. Robert began where he could. The first + table was too high for him; he began with the second. If a man love his + brother whom he hath seen, the love of God whom he hath not seen, is not + very far off. These results in Robert were the first outcome of divine + facts and influences—they were the buds of the fruit hereafter to be + gathered in perfect devotion. God be praised by those who know religion to + be the truth of humanity—its own truth that sets it free—not + binds, and lops, and mutilates it! who see God to be the father of every + human soul—the ideal Father, not an inventor of schemes, or the + upholder of a court etiquette for whose use he has chosen to desecrate the + name of justice! + </p> + <p> + To return to Dr. Anderson. I have had little opportunity of knowing his + history in India. He returned from it half-way down the hill of life, sad, + gentle, kind, and rich. Whence his sadness came, we need not inquire. Some + woman out in that fervid land may have darkened his story—darkened + it wronglessly, it may be, with coldness, or only with death. But to + return home without wife to accompany him or child to meet him,—to + sit by his riches like a man over a fire of straws in a Siberian frost; to + know that old faces were gone and old hearts changed, that the pattern of + things in the heavens had melted away from the face of the earth, that the + chill evenings of autumn were settling down into longer and longer nights, + and that no hope lay any more beyond the mountains—surely this was + enough to make a gentle-minded man sad, even if the individual sorrows of + his history had gathered into gold and purple in the west. I say west + advisedly. For we are journeying, like our globe, ever towards the east. + Death and the west are behind us—ever behind us, and settling into + the unchangeable. + </p> + <p> + It was natural that he should be interested in the fine promise of Robert, + in whom he saw revived the hopes of his own youth, but in a nature at once + more robust and more ideal. Where the doctor was refined, Robert was + strong; where the doctor was firm with a firmness he had cultivated, + Robert was imperious with an imperiousness time would mellow; where the + doctor was generous and careful at once, Robert gave his mite and forgot + it. He was rugged in the simplicity of his truthfulness, and his speech + bewrayed him as altogether of the people; but the doctor knew the hole of + the pit whence he had been himself digged. All that would fall away as the + spiky shell from the polished chestnut, and be reabsorbed in the growth of + the grand cone-flowering tree, to stand up in the sun and wind of the + years a very altar of incense. It is no wonder, I repeat, that he loved + the boy, and longed to further his plans. But he was too wise to overwhelm + him with a cataract of fortune instead of blessing him with the merciful + dew of progress. + </p> + <p> + 'The fellow will bring me in for no end of expense,' he said, smiling to + himself, as he drove home in his chariot. 'The less he means it the more + unconscionable he will be. There's that Ericson—but that isn't worth + thinking of. I must do something for that queer protégé of his, though—that + Shargar. The fellow is as good as a dog, and that's saying not a little + for him. I wonder if he can learn—or if he takes after his father + the marquis, who never could spell. Well, it is a comfort to have + something to do worth doing. I did think of endowing a hospital; but I'm + not sure that it isn't better to endow a good man than a hospital. I'll + think about it. I won't say anything about Shargar either, till I see how + he goes on. I might give him a job, though, now and then. But where to + fall in with him—prowling about after jobs?' + </p> + <p> + He threw himself back in his seat, and laughed with a delight he had + rarely felt. He was a providence watching over the boys, who expected + nothing of him beyond advice for Ericson! Might there not be a Providence + that equally transcended the vision of men, shaping to nobler ends the + blocked-out designs of their rough-hewn marbles? + </p> + <p> + His thoughts wandered back to his friend the Brahmin, who died longing for + that absorption into deity which had been the dream of his life: might not + the Brahmin find the grand idea shaped to yet finer issues than his + aspiration had dared contemplate?—might he not inherit in the + purification of his will such an absorption as should intensify his + personality? + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. A HUMAN SOUL. + </h2> + <p> + Ericson lay for several weeks, during which time Robert and Shargar were + his only nurses. They contrived, by abridging both rest and labour, to + give him constant attendance. Shargar went to bed early and got up early, + so as to let Robert have a few hours' sleep before his classes began. + Robert again slept in the evening, after Shargar came home, and made up + for the time by reading while he sat by his friend. Mrs. Fyvie's + attendance was in requisition only for the hours when he had to be at + lectures. By the greatest economy of means, consisting of what Shargar + brought in by jobbing about the quay and the coach-offices, and what + Robert had from Dr. Anderson for copying his manuscript, they contrived to + procure for Ericson all that he wanted. The shopping of the two boys, in + their utter ignorance of such delicacies as the doctor told them to get + for him, the blunders they made as to the shops at which they were to be + bought, and the consultations they held, especially about the preparing of + the prescribed nutriment, afforded them many an amusing retrospect in + after years. For the house was so full of lodgers, that Robert begged Mrs. + Fyvie to give herself no trouble in the matter. Her conscience, however, + was uneasy, and she spoke to Dr. Anderson; but he assured her that she + might trust the boys. What cooking they could not manage, she undertook + cheerfully, and refused to add anything to the rent on Shargar's account. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Anderson watched everything, the two boys as much as his patient. He + allowed them to work on, sending only the wine that was necessary from his + own cellar. The moment the supplies should begin to fail, or the boys to + look troubled, he was ready to do more. About Robert's perseverance he had + no doubt: Shargar's faithfulness he wanted to prove. + </p> + <p> + Robert wrote to his grandmother to tell her that Shargar was with him, + working hard. Her reply was somewhat cold and offended, but was inclosed + in a parcel containing all Shargar's garments, and ended with the + assurance that as long as he did well she was ready to do what she could. + </p> + <p> + Few English readers will like Mrs. Falconer; but her grandchild considered + her one of the noblest women ever God made; and I, from his account, am of + the same mind. Her care was fixed + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + To fill her odorous lamp with deeds of light, + And hope that reaps not shame. +</pre> + <p> + And if one must choose between the how and the what, let me have the what, + come of the how what may. I know of a man so sensitive, that he shuts his + ears to his sister's griefs, because it spoils his digestion to think of + them. + </p> + <p> + One evening Robert was sitting by the table in Ericson's room. Dr. + Anderson had not called that day, and he did not expect to see him now, + for he had never come so late. He was quite at his ease, therefore, and + busy with two things at once, when the doctor opened the door and walked + in. I think it is possible that he came up quietly with some design of + surprising him. He found him with a stocking on one hand, a darning needle + in the other, and a Greek book open before him. Taking no apparent notice + of him, he walked up to the bedside, and Robert put away his work. After + his interview with his patient was over, the doctor signed to him to + follow him to the next room. There Shargar lay on the rug already snoring. + It was a cold night in December, but he lay in his under-clothing, with a + single blanket round him. + </p> + <p> + 'Good training for a soldier,' said the doctor; 'and so was your work a + minute ago, Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay,' answered Robert, colouring a little; 'I was readin' a bit o' the + Anabasis.' + </p> + <p> + The doctor smiled a far-off sly smile. + </p> + <p> + 'I think it was rather the Katabasis, if one might venture to judge from + the direction of your labours.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel,' answered Robert, 'what wad ye hae me do? Wad ye hae me lat Mr. + Ericson gang wi' holes i' the heels o' 's hose, whan I can mak them a' + snod, an' learn my Greek at the same time? Hoots, doctor! dinna lauch at + me. I was doin' nae ill. A body may please themsel's—whiles surely, + ohn sinned.' + </p> + <p> + 'But it's such waste of time! Why don't you buy him new ones?' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed that's easier said than dune. I hae eneuch ado wi' my siller as + 'tis; an' gin it warna for you, doctor, I do not ken what wad come o' 's; + for ye see I hae no richt to come upo' my grannie for ither fowk. There + wad be nae en' to that.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I could lend you the money to buy him some stockings.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' whan wad I be able to pay ye, do ye think, doctor? In anither warl' + maybe, whaur the currency micht be sae different there wad be no + possibility o' reckonin' the rate o' exchange. Na, na.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I will give you the money if you like.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na. You hae dune eneuch already, an' mony thanks. Siller's no sae + easy come by to be wastit, as lang's a darn 'll do. Forbye, gin ye began + wi' his claes, ye wadna ken whaur to haud; for it wad jist be the new + claith upo' the auld garment: ye micht as weel new cleed him at ance.' + </p> + <p> + 'And why not if I choose, Mr. Falconer?' + </p> + <p> + 'Speir ye that at him, an' see what ye'll get—a luik 'at wad fess a + corbie (carrion crow) frae the lift (sky). I wadna hae ye try that. Some + fowk's poverty maun be han'let jist like a sair place, doctor. He canna + weel compleen o' a bit darnin'.—He canna tak that ill,' repeated + Robert, in a tone that showed he yet felt some anxiety on the subject; + 'but new anes! I wadna like to be by whan he fand that oot. Maybe he micht + tak them frae a wuman; but frae a man body!—na, na; I maun jist darn + awa'. But I'll mak them dacent eneuch afore I hae dune wi' them. A fiddler + has fingers.' + </p> + <p> + The doctor smiled a pleased smile; but when he got into his carriage, + again he laughed heartily. + </p> + <p> + The evening deepened into night. Robert thought Ericson was asleep. But he + spoke. + </p> + <p> + 'Who is that at the street door?' he said. + </p> + <p> + They were at the top of the house, and there was no window to the street. + But Ericson's senses were preternaturally acute, as is often the case in + such illnesses. + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna hear onybody,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'There was somebody,' returned Ericson. + </p> + <p> + From that moment he began to be restless, and was more feverish than usual + throughout the night. + </p> + <p> + Up to this time he had spoken little, was depressed with a suffering to + which he could give no name—not pain, he said—but such that he + could rouse no mental effort to meet it: his endurance was passive + altogether. This night his brain was more affected. He did not rave, but + often wandered; never spoke nonsense, but many words that would have + seemed nonsense to ordinary people: to Robert they seemed inspired. His + imagination, which was greater than any other of his fine faculties, was + so roused that he talked in verse—probably verse composed before and + now recalled. He would even pray sometimes in measured lines, and go on + murmuring petitions, till the words of the murmur became + undistinguishable, and he fell asleep. But even in his sleep he would + speak; and Robert would listen in awe; for such words, falling from such a + man, were to him as dim breaks of coloured light from the rainbow walls of + the heavenly city. + </p> + <p> + 'If God were thinking me,' said Ericson, 'ah! But if he be only dreaming + me, I shall go mad.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson's outside was like his own northern clime—dark, gentle, and + clear, with gray-blue seas, and a sun that seems to shine out of the past, + and know nothing of the future. But within glowed a volcanic angel of + aspiration, fluttering his half-grown wings, and ever reaching towards the + heights whence all things are visible, and where all passions are safe + because true, that is divine. Iceland herself has her Hecla. + </p> + <p> + Robert listened with keenest ear. A mist of great meaning hung about the + words his friend had spoken. He might speak more. For some minutes he + listened in vain, and was turning at last towards his book in + hopelessness, when he did speak yet again: Robert's ear soon detected the + rhythmic motion of his speech. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'Come in the glory of thine excellence; + Rive the dense gloom with wedges of clear light; + And let the shimmer of thy chariot wheels + Burn through the cracks of night.—So slowly, Lord, + To lift myself to thee with hands of toil, + Climbing the slippery cliff of unheard prayer! + Lift up a hand among my idle days— + One beckoning finger. I will cast aside + The clogs of earthly circumstance, and run + Up the broad highways where the countless worlds + Sit ripening in the summer of thy love.' +</pre> + <p> + Breathless for fear of losing a word, Robert yet remembered that he had + seen something like these words in the papers Ericson had given him to + read on the night when his illness began. When he had fallen asleep and + silent, he searched and found the poem from which I give the following + extracts. He had not looked at the papers since that night. + </p> + <p> + A PRAYER. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + O Lord, my God, how long + Shall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy? + How long, O mighty Spirit, shall I hear + The murmur of Truth's crystal waters slide + From the deep caverns of their endless being, + But my lips taste not, and the grosser air + Choke each pure inspiration of thy will? + + I would be a wind, + Whose smallest atom is a viewless wing, + All busy with the pulsing life that throbs + To do thy bidding; yea, or the meanest thing + That has relation to a changeless truth + Could I but be instinct with thee—each thought + The lightning of a pure intelligence, + And every act as the loud thunder-clap + Of currents warring for a vacuum. + + Lord, clothe me with thy truth as with a robe. + Purge me with sorrow. I will bend my head, + And let the nations of thy waves pass over, + Bathing me in thy consecrated strength. + And let the many-voiced and silver winds + Pass through my frame with their clear influence. + O save me—I am blind; lo! thwarting shapes + Wall up the void before, and thrusting out + Lean arms of unshaped expectation, beckon + Down to the night of all unholy thoughts. + + I have seen + Unholy shapes lop off my shining thoughts, + Which I had thought nursed in thine emerald light; + And they have lent me leathern wings of fear, + Of baffled pride and harrowing distrust; + And Godhead with its crown of many stars, + Its pinnacles of flaming holiness, + And voice of leaves in the green summer-time, + Has seemed the shadowed image of a self. + Then my soul blackened; and I rose to find + And grasp my doom, and cleave the arching deeps + Of desolation. + + O Lord, my soul is a forgotten well; + Clad round with its own rank luxuriance; + A fountain a kind sunbeam searches for, + Sinking the lustre of its arrowy finger + Through the long grass its own strange virtue <a href="#note-5" name="noteref-5" id="noteref-5">5</a> + Hath blinded up its crystal eye withal: + Make me a broad strong river coming down + With shouts from its high hills, whose rocky hearts + Throb forth the joy of their stability + In watery pulses from their inmost deeps, + And I shall be a vein upon thy world, + Circling perpetual from the parent deep. + O First and Last, O glorious all in all, + In vain my faltering human tongue would seek + To shape the vesture of the boundless thought, + Summing all causes in one burning word; + Give me the spirit's living tongue of fire, + Whose only voice is in an attitude + Of keenest tension, bent back on itself + With a strong upward force; even as thy bow + Of bended colour stands against the north, + And, in an attitude to spring to heaven, + Lays hold of the kindled hills. + + Most mighty One, + Confirm and multiply my thoughts of good; + Help me to wall each sacred treasure round + With the firm battlements of special action. + Alas my holy, happy thoughts of thee + Make not perpetual nest within my soul, + But like strange birds of dazzling colours stoop + The trailing glories of their sunward speed, + For one glad moment filling my blasted boughs + With the sunshine of their wings. + + Make me a forest + Of gladdest life, wherein perpetual spring + Lifts up her leafy tresses in the wind. + + Lo! now I see + Thy trembling starlight sit among my pines, + And thy young moon slide down my arching boughs + With a soft sound of restless eloquence. + And I can feel a joy as when thy hosts + Of trampling winds, gathering in maddened bands, + Roar upward through the blue and flashing day + Round my still depths of uncleft solitude. + + Hear me, O Lord, + When the black night draws down upon my soul, + And voices of temptation darken down + The misty wind, slamming thy starry doors, + With bitter jests. 'Thou fool!' they seem to say + 'Thou hast no seed of goodness in thee; all + Thy nature hath been stung right through and through. + Thy sin hath blasted thee, and made thee old. + Thou hadst a will, but thou hast killed it—dead— + And with the fulsome garniture of life + Built out the loathsome corpse. Thou art a child + Of night and death, even lower than a worm. + Gather the skirts up of thy shadowy self, + And with what resolution thou hast left, + Fall on the damned spikes of doom.' + + O take me like a child, + If thou hast made me for thyself, my God, + And lead me up thy hills. I shall not fear + So thou wilt make me pure, and beat back sin + With the terrors of thine eye. + + Lord hast thou sent + Thy moons to mock us with perpetual hope? + Lighted within our breasts the love of love, + To make us ripen for despair, my God? + + Oh, dost thou hold each individual soul + Strung clear upon thy flaming rods of purpose? + Or does thine inextinguishable will + Stand on the steeps of night with lifted hand, + Filling the yawning wells of monstrous space + With mixing thought—drinking up single life + As in a cup? and from the rending folds + Of glimmering purpose, the gloom do all thy navied stars + Slide through the gloom with mystic melody, + Like wishes on a brow? Oh, is my soul, + Hung like a dew-drop in thy grassy ways, + Drawn up again into the rack of change, + Even through the lustre which created it? + O mighty one, thou wilt not smite me through + With scorching wrath, because my spirit stands + Bewildered in thy circling mysteries. +</pre> + <p> + Here came the passage Robert had heard him repeat, and then the following + paragraph: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Lord, thy strange mysteries come thickening down + Upon my head like snow-flakes, shutting out + The happy upper fields with chilly vapour. + Shall I content my soul with a weak sense + Of safety? or feed my ravenous hunger with + Sore-purged hopes, that are not hopes, but fears + Clad in white raiment? + I know not but some thin and vaporous fog, + Fed with the rank excesses of the soul, + Mocks the devouring hunger of my life + With satisfaction: lo! the noxious gas + Feeds the lank ribs of gaunt and ghastly death + With double emptiness, like a balloon, + Borne by its lightness o'er the shining lands, + A wonder and a laughter. + The creeds lie in the hollow of men's hearts + Like festering pools glassing their own corruption: + The slimy eyes stare up with dull approval, + And answer not when thy bright starry feet + Move on the watery floors. + + O wilt thou hear me when I cry to thee? + I am a child lost in a mighty forest; + The air is thick with voices, and strange hands + Reach through the dusk and pluck me by the skirts. + There is a voice which sounds like words from home, + But, as I stumble on to reach it, seems + To leap from rock to rock. Oh! if it is + Willing obliquity of sense, descend, + Heal all my wanderings, take me by the hand, + And lead me homeward through the shadows. + Let me not by my wilful acts of pride + Block up the windows of thy truth, and grow + A wasted, withered thing, that stumbles on + Down to the grave with folded hands of sloth + And leaden confidence. +</pre> + <p> + There was more of it, as my type indicates. Full of faults, I have given + so much to my reader, just as it stood upon Ericson's blotted papers, the + utterance of a true soul 'crying for the light.' But I give also another + of his poems, which Robert read at the same time, revealing another of his + moods when some one of the clouds of holy doubt and questioning love which + so often darkened his sky, did at length + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Turn forth her silver lining on the night: +</pre> + <p> + SONG. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + They are blind and they are dead: + We will wake them as we go; + There are words have not been said; + There are sounds they do not know. + We will pipe and we will sing— + With the music and the spring, + Set their hearts a wondering. + + They are tired of what is old: + We will give it voices new; + For the half hath not been told + Of the Beautiful and True. + Drowsy eyelids shut and sleeping! + Heavy eyes oppressed with weeping! + Flashes through the lashes leaping! + + Ye that have a pleasant voice, + Hither come without delay; + Ye will never have a choice + Like to that ye have to-day: + Round the wide world we will go, + Singing through the frost and snow, + Till the daisies are in blow. + + Ye that cannot pipe or sing, + Ye must also come with speed; + Ye must come and with you bring + Weighty words and weightier deed: + Helping hands and loving eyes, + These will make them truly wise— + Then will be our Paradise. +</pre> + <p> + As Robert read, the sweetness of the rhythm seized upon him, and, almost + unconsciously, he read the last stanza aloud. Looking up from the paper + with a sigh of wonder and delight—there was the pale face of Ericson + gazing at him from the bed! He had risen on one arm, looking like a dead + man called to life against his will, who found the world he had left + already stranger to him than the one into which he had but peeped. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes,' he murmured; 'I could say that once. It's all gone now. Our world + is but our moods.' + </p> + <p> + He fell back on his pillow. After a little, he murmured again: + </p> + <p> + 'I might fool myself with faith again. So it is better not. I would not be + fooled. To believe the false and be happy is the very belly of misery. To + believe the true and be miserable, is to be true—and miserable. If + there is no God, let me know it. I will not be fooled. I will not believe + in a God that does not exist. Better be miserable because I am, and cannot + help it.—O God!' + </p> + <p> + Yet in his misery, he cried upon God. + </p> + <p> + These words came upon Robert with such a shock of sympathy, that they + destroyed his consciousness for the moment, and when he thought about + them, he almost doubted if he had heard them. He rose and approached the + bed. Ericson lay with his eyes closed, and his face contorted as by inward + pain. Robert put a spoonful of wine to his lips. He swallowed it, opened + his eyes, gazed at the boy as if he did not know him, closed them again, + and lay still. + </p> + <p> + Some people take comfort from the true eyes of a dog—and a precious + thing to the loving heart is the love of even a dumb animal. <a + href="#note-6" name="noteref-6" id="noteref-6"><small>6</small></a> What + comfort then must not such a boy as Robert have been to such a man as + Ericson! Often and often when he was lying asleep as Robert thought, he + was watching the face of his watcher. When the human soul is not yet able + to receive the vision of the God-man, God sometimes—might I not say + always?—reveals himself, or at least gives himself, in some human + being whose face, whose hands are the ministering angels of his + unacknowledged presence, to keep alive the fire of love on the altar of + the heart, until God hath provided the sacrifice—that is, until the + soul is strong enough to draw it from the concealing thicket. Here were + two, each thinking that God had forsaken him, or was not to be found by + him, and each the very love of God, commissioned to tend the other's + heart. In each was he present to the other. The one thought himself the + happiest of mortals in waiting upon his big brother, whose least smile was + joy enough for one day; the other wondered at the unconscious goodness of + the boy, and while he gazed at his ruddy-brown face, believed in God. + </p> + <p> + For some time after Ericson was taken ill, he was too depressed and + miserable to ask how he was cared for. But by slow degrees it dawned upon + him that a heart deep and gracious, like that of a woman, watched over + him. True, Robert was uncouth, but his uncouthness was that of a + half-fledged angel. The heart of the man and the heart of the boy were + drawn close together. Long before Ericson was well he loved Robert enough + to be willing to be indebted to him, and would lie pondering—not how + to repay him, but how to return his kindness. + </p> + <p> + How much Robert's ambition to stand well in the eyes of Miss St. John + contributed to his progress I can only imagine; but certainly his + ministrations to Ericson did not interfere with his Latin and Greek. I + venture to think that they advanced them, for difficulty adds to result, + as the ramming of the powder sends the bullet the further. I have heard, + indeed, that when a carrier wants to help his horse up hill, he sets a boy + on his back. + </p> + <p> + Ericson made little direct acknowledgment to Robert: his tones, his + gestures, his looks, all thanked him; but he shrunk from words, with the + maidenly shamefacedness that belongs to true feeling. He would even assume + the authoritative, and send him away to his studies, but Robert knew how + to hold his own. The relation of elder brother and younger was already + established between them. Shargar likewise took his share in the love and + the fellowship, worshipping in that he believed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. A FATHER AND A DAUGHTER. + </h2> + <p> + The presence at the street door of which Ericson's over-acute sense had + been aware on a past evening, was that of Mr. Lindsay, walking home with + bowed back and bowed head from the college library, where he was + privileged to sit after hours as long as he pleased over books too big to + be comfortably carried home to his cottage. He had called to inquire after + Ericson, whose acquaintance he had made in the library, and cultivated + until almost any Friday evening Ericson was to be found seated by Mr. + Lindsay's parlour fire. + </p> + <p> + As he entered the room that same evening, a young girl raised herself from + a low seat by the fire to meet him. There was a faint rosy flush on her + cheek, and she held a volume in her hand as she approached her father. + They did not kiss: kisses were not a legal tender in Scotland then: + possibly there has been a depreciation in the value of them since they + were. + </p> + <p> + 'I've been to ask after Mr. Ericson,' said Mr. Lindsay. + </p> + <p> + 'And how is he?' asked the girl. + </p> + <p> + 'Very poorly indeed,' answered her father. + </p> + <p> + 'I am sorry. You'll miss him, papa.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, my dear. Tell Jenny to bring my lamp.' + </p> + <p> + 'Won't you have your tea first, papa?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh yes, if it's ready.' + </p> + <p> + 'The kettle has been boiling for a long time, but I wouldn't make the tea + till you came in.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lindsay was an hour later than usual, but Mysie was quite unaware of + that: she had been absorbed in her book, too much absorbed even to ring + for better light than the fire afforded. When her father went to put off + his long, bifurcated greatcoat, she returned to her seat by the fire, and + forgot to make the tea. It was a warm, snug room, full of dark, + old-fashioned, spider-legged furniture; low-pitched, with a bay-window, + open like an ear to the cries of the German Ocean at night, and like an + eye during the day to look out upon its wide expanse. This ear or eye was + now curtained with dark crimson, and the room, in the firelight, with the + young girl for a soul to it, affected one like an ancient book in which he + reads his own latest thought. + </p> + <p> + Mysie was nothing over the middle height—delicately-fashioned, at + once slender and round, with extremities neat as buds. Her complexion was + fair, and her face pale, except when a flush, like that of a white rose, + overspread it. Her cheek was lovelily curved, and her face rather short. + But at first one could see nothing for her eyes. They were the largest + eyes; and their motion reminded one of those of Sordello in the + Purgatorio: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + E nel muover degli occhi onesta e tarda: +</pre> + <p> + they seemed too large to move otherwise than with a slow turning like that + of the heavens. At first they looked black, but if one ventured inquiry, + which was as dangerous as to gaze from the battlements of Elsinore, he + found them a not very dark brown. In her face, however, especially when + flushed, they had all the effect of what Milton describes as + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Quel sereno fulgor d'amabil nero. +</pre> + <p> + A wise observer would have been a little troubled in regarding her mouth. + The sadness of a morbid sensibility hovered about it—the sign of an + imagination wrought upon from the centre of self. Her lips were neither + thin nor compressed—they closed lightly, and were richly curved; but + there was a mobility almost tremulous about the upper lip that gave sign + of the possibility of such an oscillation of feeling as might cause the + whole fabric of her nature to rock dangerously. + </p> + <p> + The moment her father re-entered, she started from her stool on the rug, + and proceeded to make the tea. Her father took no notice of her neglect, + but drew a chair to the table, helped himself to a piece of oat-cake, + hastily loaded it with as much butter as it could well carry, and while + eating it forgot it and everything else in the absorption of a volume he + had brought in with him from his study, in which he was tracing out some + genealogical thread of which he fancied he had got a hold. Mysie was very + active now, and lost the expression of far-off-ness which had hitherto + characterized her countenance; till, having poured out the tea, she too + plunged at once into her novel, and, like her father, forgot everything + and everybody near her. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lindsay was a mild, gentle man, whose face and hair seemed to have + grown gray together. He was very tall, and stooped much. He had a mouth of + much sensibility, and clear blue eyes, whose light was rarely shed upon + any one within reach except his daughter—they were so constantly + bent downwards, either on the road as he walked, or on his book as he sat. + He had been educated for the church, but had never risen above the + position of a parish school-master. He had little or no impulse to + utterance, was shy, genial, and, save in reading, indolent. Ten years + before this point of my history he had been taken up by an active lawyer + in Edinburgh, from information accidentally supplied by Mr. Lindsay + himself, as the next heir to a property to which claim was laid by the + head of a county family of wealth. Probabilities were altogether in his + favour, when he gave up the contest upon the offer of a comfortable + annuity from the disputant. To leave his schooling and his possible estate + together, and sit down comfortably by his own fireside, with the means of + buying books, and within reach of a good old library—that of King's + College by preference—was to him the sum of all that was desirable. + The income offered him was such that he had no doubt of laying aside + enough for his only child, Mysie; but both were so ill-fitted for saving, + he from looking into the past, she from looking into—what shall I + call it? I can only think of negatives—what was neither past, + present, nor future, neither material nor eternal, neither imaginative in + any true sense, nor actual in any sense, that up to the present hour there + was nothing in the bank, and only the money for impending needs in the + house. He could not be called a man of learning; he was only a great + bookworm; for his reading lay all in the nebulous regions of history. Old + family records, wherever he could lay hold upon them, were his favourite + dishes; old, musty books, that looked as if they knew something everybody + else had forgotten, made his eyes gleam, and his white taper-fingered hand + tremble with eagerness. With such a book in his grasp he saw something + ever beckoning him on, a dimly precious discovery, a wonderful fact just + the shape of some missing fragment in the mosaic of one of his pictures of + the past. To tell the truth, however, his discoveries seldom rounded + themselves into pictures, though many fragments of the minutely dissected + map would find their places, whereupon he rejoiced like a mild giant + refreshed with soda-water. But I have already said more about him than his + place justifies; therefore, although I could gladly linger over the + portrait, I will leave it. He had taught his daughter next to nothing. + Being his child, he had the vague feeling that she inherited his wisdom, + and that what he knew she knew. So she sat reading novels, generally + trashy ones, while he knew no more of what was passing in her mind than of + what the Admirable Crichton might, at the moment, be disputing with the + angels. + </p> + <p> + I would not have my reader suppose that Mysie's mind was corrupted. It was + so simple and childlike, leaning to what was pure, and looking up to what + was noble, that anything directly bad in the books she happened—for + it was all haphazard—to read, glided over her as a black cloud may + glide over a landscape, leaving it sunny as before. + </p> + <p> + I cannot therefore say, however, that she was nothing the worse. If the + darkening of the sun keep the fruits of the earth from growing, the earth + is surely the worse, though it be blackened by no deposit of smoke. And + where good things do not grow, the wild and possibly noxious will grow + more freely. There may be no harm in the yellow tanzie—there is much + beauty in the red poppy; but they are not good for food. The result in + Mysie's case would be this—not that she would call evil good and + good evil, but that she would take the beautiful for the true and the + outer shows of goodness for goodness itself—not the worst result, + but bad enough, and involving an awful amount of suffering and possibly of + defilement. He who thinks to climb the hill of happiness thus, will find + himself floundering in the blackest bog that lies at the foot of its + precipices. I say he, not she, advisedly. All will acknowledge it of the + woman: it is as true of the man, though he may get out easier. Will he? I + say, checking myself. I doubt it much. In the world's eye, yes; but in + God's? Let the question remain unanswered. + </p> + <p> + When he had eaten his toast, and drunk his tea, apparently without any + enjoyment, Mr. Lindsay rose with his book in his hand, and withdrew to his + study. + </p> + <p> + He had not long left the room when Mysie was startled by a loud knock at + the back door, which opened on a lane, leading along the top of the hill. + But she had almost forgotten it again, when the door of the room opened, + and a gentleman entered without any announcement—for Jenny had never + heard of the custom. When she saw him, Mysie started from her seat, and + stood in visible embarrassment. The colour went and came on her lovely + face, and her eyelids grew very heavy. She had never seen the visitor + before: whether he had ever seen her before, I cannot certainly say. She + felt herself trembling in his presence, while he advanced with perfect + composure. He was a man no longer young, but in the full strength and show + of manhood—the Baron of Rothie. Since the time of my first + description of him, he had grown a moustache, which improved his + countenance greatly, by concealing his upper lip with its tusky curves. On + a girl like Mysie, with an imagination so cultivated, and with no + opportunity of comparing its fancies with reality, such a man would make + an instant impression. + </p> + <p> + 'I beg your pardon, Miss—Lindsay, I presume?—for intruding + upon you so abruptly. I expected to see your father—not one of the + graces.' + </p> + <p> + She blushed all the colour of her blood now. The baron was quite enough + like the hero of whom she had just been reading to admit of her + imagination jumbling the two. Her book fell. He lifted it and laid it on + the table. She could not speak even to thank him. Poor Mysie was scarcely + more than sixteen. + </p> + <p> + 'May I wait here till your father is informed of my visit?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + Her only answer was to drop again upon her low stool. + </p> + <p> + Now Jenny had left it to Mysie to acquaint her father with the fact of the + baron's presence; but before she had time to think of the necessity of + doing something, he had managed to draw her into conversation. He was as + great a hypocrite as ever walked the earth, although he flattered himself + that he was none, because he never pretended to cultivate that which he + despised—namely, religion. But he was a hypocrite nevertheless; for + the falser he knew himself, the more honour he judged it to persuade women + of his truth. + </p> + <p> + It is unnecessary to record the slight, graceful, marrowless talk into + which he drew Mysie, and by which he both bewildered and bewitched her. + But at length she rose, admonished by her inborn divinity, to seek her + father. As she passed him, the baron took her hand and kissed it. She + might well tremble. Even such contact was terrible. Why? Because there was + no love in it. When the sense of beauty which God had given him that he + might worship, awoke in Lord Rothie, he did not worship, but devoured, + that he might, as he thought, possess! The poison of asps was under those + lips. His kiss was as a kiss from the grave's mouth, for his throat was an + open sepulchre. This was all in the past, reader. Baron Rothie was a + foam-flake of the court of the Prince Regent. There are no such men + now-a-days! It is a shame to speak of such, and therefore they are not! + Decency has gone so far to abolish virtue. Would to God that a writer + could be decent and honest! St. Paul counted it a shame to speak of some + things, and yet he did speak of them—because those to whom he spoke + did them. + </p> + <p> + Lord Rothie had, in five minutes, so deeply interested Mr. Lindsay in a + question of genealogy, that he begged his lordship to call again in a few + days, when he hoped to have some result of research to communicate. + </p> + <p> + One of the antiquarian's weaknesses, cause and result both of his + favourite pursuits, was an excessive reverence for rank. Had its claims + been founded on mediated revelation, he could not have honoured it more. + Hence when he communicated to his daughter the name of their visitor, it + was 'with bated breath and whispering humbleness,' which deepened greatly + the impression made upon her by the presence and conversation of the + baron. Mysie was in danger. + </p> + <p> + Shargar was late that evening, for he had a job that detained him. As he + handed over his money to Robert, he said, + </p> + <p> + 'I saw Black Geordie the nicht again, stan'in' at a back door, an' Jock + Mitchell, upo' Reid Rorie, haudin' him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wha's Jock Mitchell?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'My brither Sandy's ill-faured groom,' answered Shargar. 'Whatever + mischeef Sandy's up till, Jock comes in i' the heid or tail o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wonner what he's up till noo.' + </p> + <p> + 'Faith! nae guid. But I aye like waur to meet Sandy by himsel' upo' that + reekit deevil o' his. Man, it's awfu' whan Black Geordie turns the white + o' 's ee, an' the white o' 's teeth upo' ye. It's a' the white 'at there + is about 'im.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wasna yer brither i' the airmy, Shargar?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, 'deed ay. They tell me he was at Watterloo. He's a cornel, or + something like that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wha tellt ye a' that?' + </p> + <p> + 'My mither whiles,' answered Shargar. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. ROBERT'S VOW. + </h2> + <p> + Ericson was recovering slowly. He could sit up in bed the greater part of + the day, and talk about getting out of it. He was able to give Robert an + occasional help with his Greek, and to listen with pleasure to his violin. + The night-watching grew less needful, and Ericson would have dispensed + with it willingly, but Robert would not yet consent. + </p> + <p> + But Ericson had seasons of great depression, during which he could not + away with music, or listen to the words of the New Testament. During one + of these Robert had begun to read a chapter to him, in the faint hope that + he might draw some comfort from it. + </p> + <p> + 'Shut the book,' he said. 'If it were the word of God to men, it would + have brought its own proof with it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Are ye sure it hasna?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'No,' answered Ericson. 'But why should a fellow that would give his life—that's + not much, but it's all I've got—to believe in God, not be able? Only + I confess that God in the New Testament wouldn't satisfy me. There's no + help. I must just die, and go and see.—She'll be left without + anybody. 'What does it matter? She would not mind a word I said. And the + God they talk about will just let her take her own way. He always does.' + </p> + <p> + He had closed his eyes and forgotten that Robert heard him. He opened them + now, and fixed them on him with an expression that seemed to ask, 'Have I + been saying anything I ought not?' + </p> + <p> + Robert knelt by the bedside, and said, slowly, with strongly repressed + emotion, + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Ericson, I sweir by God, gin there be ane, that gin ye dee, I'll tak + up what ye lea' ahin' ye. Gin there be onybody ye want luikit efter, I'll + luik efter her. I'll do what I can for her to the best o' my abeelity, sae + help me God—aye savin' what I maun do for my ain father, gin he be + in life, to fess (bring) him back to the richt gait, gin there be a richt + gait. Sae ye can think aboot whether there's onything ye wad like to + lippen till me.' + </p> + <p> + A something grew in Ericson's eyes as Robert spoke. Before he had + finished, they beamed on the boy. + </p> + <p> + 'I think there must be a God somewhere after all,' he said, half + soliloquizing. 'I should be sorry you hadn't a God, Robert. Why should I + wish it for your sake? How could I want one for myself if there never was + one? If a God had nothing to do with my making, why should I feel that + nobody but God can set things right? Ah! but he must be such a God as I + could imagine—altogether, absolutely true and good. If we came out + of nothing, we could not invent the idea of a God—could we, Robert? + Nothing would be our God. If we come from God, nothing is more natural, + nothing so natural, as to want him, and when we haven't got him, to try to + find him.—What if he should be in us after all, and working in us + this way? just this very way of crying out after him?' + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Ericson,' cried Robert, 'dinna say ony mair 'at ye dinna believe in + God. Ye duv believe in 'im—mair, I'm thinkin', nor onybody 'at I + ken, 'cep', maybe, my grannie—only hers is a some queer kin' o' a + God to believe in. I dinna think I cud ever manage to believe in him + mysel'.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson sighed and was silent. Robert remained kneeling by his bedside, + happier, clearer-headed, and more hopeful than he had ever been. What if + all was right at the heart of things—right, even as a man, if he + could understand, would say was right; right, so that a man who understood + in part could believe it to be ten times more right than he did + understand! Vaguely, dimly, yet joyfully, Robert saw something like this + in the possibility of things. His heart was full, and the tears filled his + eyes. Ericson spoke again. + </p> + <p> + 'I have felt like that often for a few moments,' he said; 'but always + something would come and blow it away. I remember one spring morning—but + if you will bring me that bundle of papers, I will show you what, if I can + find it, will let you understand—' + </p> + <p> + Robert rose, went to the cupboard, and brought the pile of loose leaves. + Ericson turned them over, and, Robert was glad to see, now and then sorted + them a little. At length he drew out a sheet, carelessly written, + carelessly corrected, and hard to read. + </p> + <p> + 'It is not finished, or likely to be,' he said, as he put the paper in + Robert's hand. + </p> + <p> + 'Won't you read it to me yourself, Mr. Ericson?' suggested Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I would sooner put it in the fire,' he answered—'it's fate, anyhow. + I don't know why I haven't burnt them all long ago. Rubbish, and diseased + rubbish! Read it yourself, or leave it.' + </p> + <p> + Eagerly Robert took it, and read. The following was the best he could make + of it: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Oh that a wind would call + From the depths of the leafless wood! + Oh that a voice would fall + On the ear of my solitude! + Far away is the sea, + With its sound and its spirit-tone: + Over it white clouds flee, + But I am alone, alone. + + Straight and steady and tall + The trees stand on their feet; + Fast by the old stone wall + The moss grows green and sweet; + But my heart is full of fears, + For the sun shines far away; + And they look in my face through tears, + And the light of a dying day. + + My heart was glad last night, + As I pressed it with my palm; + Its throb was airy and light + As it sang some spirit-psalm; + But it died away in my breast + As I wandered forth to-day— + As a bird sat dead on its nest, + While others sang on the spray. + + O weary heart of mine, + Is there ever a truth for thee? + Will ever a sun outshine + But the sun that shines on me? + Away, away through the air + The clouds and the leaves are blown; + And my heart hath need of prayer, + For it sitteth alone, alone. +</pre> + <p> + And Robert looked with sad reverence at Ericson,—nor ever thought + that there was one who, in the face of the fact, and in recognition of it, + had dared say, 'Not a sparrow shall fall on the ground without your + Father.' The sparrow does fall—but he who sees it is yet the Father. + </p> + <p> + And we know only the fall, and not the sparrow. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0037"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. THE GRANITE CHURCH. + </h2> + <p> + The next day was Sunday. Robert sat, after breakfast, by his friend's bed. + </p> + <p> + 'You haven't been to church for a long time, Robert: wouldn't you like to + go to-day?' said Ericson. + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna want to lea' you, Mr. Ericson; I can bide wi' ye a' day the day, + an' that's better nor goin' to a' the kirks in Aberdeen.' + </p> + <p> + 'I should like you to go to-day, though; and see if, after all, there may + not be a message for us. If the church be the house of God, as they call + it, there should be, now and then at least, some sign of a pillar of fire + about it, some indication of the presence of God whose house it is. I wish + you would go and see. I haven't been to church for a long time, except to + the college-chapel, and I never saw anything more than a fog there.' + </p> + <p> + 'Michtna the fog be the torn-edge like, o' the cloody pillar?' suggested + Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Very likely,' assented Ericson; 'for, whatever truth there may be in + Christianity, I'm pretty sure the mass of our clergy have never got beyond + Judaism. They hang on about the skirts of that cloud for ever.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye see, they think as lang 's they see the fog, they hae a grup o' + something. But they canna get a grup o' the glory that excelleth, for it's + not to luik at, but to lat ye see a' thing.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson regarded him with some surprise. Robert hastened to be honest. + </p> + <p> + 'It's no that I ken onything aboot it, Mr. Ericson. I was only bletherin' + (talking nonsense)—rizzonin' frae the twa symbols o' the cloud an' + the fire—kennin' nothing aboot the thing itsel'. I'll awa' to the + kirk, an' see what it's like. Will I gie ye a buik afore I gang?' + </p> + <p> + 'No, thank you. I'll just lie quiet till you come back—if I can.' + </p> + <p> + Robert instructed Shargar to watch for the slightest sound from the + sick-room, and went to church. + </p> + <p> + As he approached the granite cathedral, the only one in the world, I + presume, its stern solidity, so like the country and its men, laid hold of + his imagination for the first time. No doubt the necessity imposed by the + unyielding material had its share, and that a large one, in the character + of the building: whence else that simplest of west windows, seven lofty, + narrow slits of light, parted by granite shafts of equal width, filling + the space between the corner buttresses of the nave, and reaching from + door to roof? whence else the absence of tracery in the windows—except + the severely gracious curves into which the mullions divide?—But + this cause could not have determined those towers, so strong that they + might have borne their granite weight soaring aloft, yet content with the + depth of their foundation, and aspiring not. The whole aspect of the + building is an outcome, an absolute blossom of the northern nature. + </p> + <p> + There is but the nave of the church remaining. About 1680, more than a + century after the Reformation, the great tower fell, destroying the choir, + chancel, and transept, which have never been rebuilt. May the reviving + faith of the nation in its own history, and God at the heart of it, lead + to the restoration of this grand old monument of the belief of their + fathers. Deformed as the interior then was with galleries, and with Gavin + Dunbar's flat ceiling, an awe fell upon Robert as he entered it. When in + after years he looked down from between the pillars of the gallery, that + creeps round the church through the thickness of the wall, like an artery, + and recalled the service of this Sunday morning, he felt more strongly + than ever that such a faith had not reared that cathedral. The service was + like the church only as a dead body is like a man. There was no fervour in + it, no aspiration. The great central tower was gone. + </p> + <p> + That morning prayers and sermon were philosophically dull, and respectable + as any after-dinner speech. Nor could it well be otherwise: one of the + favourite sayings of its minister was, that a clergyman is nothing but a + moral policeman. As such, however, he more resembled one of Dogberry's + watch. He could not even preach hell with any vigour; for as a gentleman + he recoiled from the vulgarity of the doctrine, yielding only a few feeble + words on the subject as a sop to the Cerberus that watches over the dues + of the Bible—quite unaware that his notion of the doctrine had been + drawn from the Æneid, and not from the Bible. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, have you got anything, Robert?' asked Ericson, as he entered his + room. + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'What was the sermon about?' + </p> + <p> + 'It was all to prove that God is a benevolent being.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not a devil, that is,' answered Ericson. 'Small consolation that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sma' eneuch,' responded Robert. 'I cudna help thinkin' I kent mony a tyke + (dog) that God had made wi' mair o' what I wad ca' the divine natur' in + him nor a' that Dr. Soulis made oot to be in God himsel'. He had no ill + intentions wi' us—it amuntit to that. He wasna ill-willy, as the + bairns say. But the doctor had some sair wark, I thoucht, to mak that oot, + seein' we war a' the children o' wrath, accordin' to him, born in sin, and + inheritin' the guilt o' Adam's first trespass. I dinna think Dr. Soulis + cud say that God had dune the best he cud for 's. But he never tried to + say onything like that. He jist made oot that he was a verra respectable + kin' o' a God, though maybe no a'thing we micht wuss. We oucht to be + thankfu' that he gae's a wee blink o' a chance o' no bein' brunt to a' + eternity, wi' nae chance ava. I dinna say that he said that, but that's + what it a' seemed to me to come till. He said a hantle aboot the care o' + Providence, but a' the gude that he did seemed to me to be but a haudin' + aff o' something ill that he had made as weel. Ye wad hae thocht the + deevil had made the warl', and syne God had pitten us intil 't, and jist + gied a bit wag o' 's han' whiles to haud the deevil aff o' 's whan he was + like to destroy the breed a'thegither. For the grace that he spak aboot, + that was less nor the nature an' the providence. I cud see unco little o' + grace intil 't.' + </p> + <p> + Here Ericson broke in—fearful, apparently, lest his boyfriend should + be actually about to deny the God in whom he did not himself believe. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert,' he said solemnly, 'one thing is certain: if there be a God at + all, he is not like that. If there be a God at all, we shall know him by + his perfection—his grand perfect truth, fairness, love—a love + to make life an absolute good—not a mere accommodation of + difficulties, not a mere preponderance of the balance on the side of + well-being. Love only could have been able to create. But they don't seem + jealous for the glory of God, those men. They don't mind a speck, or even + a blot, here and there upon him. The world doesn't make them miserable. + They can get over the misery of their fellow-men without being troubled + about them, or about the God that could let such things be. <a + href="#note-7" name="noteref-7" id="noteref-7"><small>7</small></a> They + represent a God who does wonderfully well, on the whole, after a middling + fashion. I want a God who loves perfectly. He may kill; he may torture + even; but if it be for love's sake, Lord, here am I. Do with me as thou + wilt.' + </p> + <p> + Had Ericson forgotten that he had no proof of such a God? The next moment + the intellectual demon was awake. + </p> + <p> + 'But what's the good of it all?' he said. 'I don't even know that there is + anything outside of me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye ken that I'm here, Mr. Ericson,' suggested Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I know nothing of the sort. You may be another phantom—only + clearer.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye speik to me as gin ye thocht me somebody.' + </p> + <p> + 'So does the man to his phantoms, and you call him mad. It is but a + yielding to the pressure of constant suggestion. I do not know—I + cannot know if there is anything outside of me.' + </p> + <p> + 'But gin there warna, there wad be naebody for ye to love, Mr. Ericson.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course not.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nor naebody to love you, Mr. Ericson.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course not.' + </p> + <p> + 'Syne ye wad be yer ain God, Mr. Ericson.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. That would follow.' + </p> + <p> + 'I canna imagine a waur hell—closed in amo' naething—wi' + naething a' aboot ye, luikin' something a' the time—kennin' 'at it + 's a' a lee, and nae able to win clear o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is hell, my boy, or anything worse you can call it.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for suld ye believe that, than, Mr. Ericson? I wadna believe sic an + ill thing as that. I dinna think I cud believe 't, gin ye war to pruv 't + to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't believe it. Nobody could prove that either, even if it were so. I + am only miserable that I can't prove the contrary.' + </p> + <p> + 'Suppose there war a God, Mr. Ericson, do ye think ye bude (behoved) to be + able to pruv that? Do ye think God cud stan' to be pruved as gin he war + something sma' eneuch to be turned roon' and roon', and luikit at upo' + ilka side? Gin there war a God, wadna it jist be sae—that we cudna + prove him to be, I mean?' + </p> + <p> + 'Perhaps. That is something. I have often thought of that. But then you + can't prove anything about it.' + </p> + <p> + 'I canna help thinkin' o' what Mr. Innes said to me ance. I was but a + laddie, but I never forgot it. I plaguit him sair wi' wantin' to + unnerstan' ilka thing afore I wad gang on wi' my questons (sums). Says he, + ae day, “Robert, my man, gin ye will aye unnerstan' afore ye du as ye're + tellt, ye'll never unnerstan' onything. But gin ye du the thing I tell ye, + ye'll be i' the mids o' 't afore ye ken 'at ye're gaein' intil 't.” I jist + thocht I wad try him. It was at lang division that I boglet maist. Weel, I + gaed on, and I cud du the thing weel eneuch, ohn made ae mistak. And aye I + thocht the maister was wrang, for I never kent the rizzon o' a' that + beginnin' at the wrang en', an' takin' doon an' substrackin', an' a' that. + Ye wad hardly believe me, Mr. Ericson: it was only this verra day, as I + was sittin' i' the kirk—it was a lang psalm they war singin'—that + ane wi' the foxes i' the tail o' 't—lang division came into my heid + again; and first aye bit glimmerin' o' licht cam in, and syne anither, an' + afore the psalm was dune I saw throu' the haill process o' 't. But ye see, + gin I hadna dune as I was tauld, and learnt a' aboot hoo it was dune + aforehan', I wad hae had naething to gang rizzonin' aboot, an' wad hae + fun' oot naething.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's good, Robert. But when a man is dying for food, he can't wait.' + </p> + <p> + 'He micht try to get up and luik, though. He needna bide in 's bed till + somebody comes an' sweirs till him 'at he saw a haddie (haddock) i' the + press.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have been looking, Robert—for years.' + </p> + <p> + 'Maybe, like me, only for the rizzon o' 't, Mr. Ericson—gin ye'll + forgie my impidence.' + </p> + <p> + 'But what's to be done in this case, Robert? Where's the work that you can + do in order to understand? Where's your long division, man?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye're ayont me noo. I canna tell that, Mr. Ericson. It canna be gaein' to + the kirk, surely. Maybe it micht be sayin' yer prayers and readin' yer + Bible.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson did not reply, and the conversation dropped. Is it strange that + neither of these disciples should have thought of turning to the story of + Jesus, finding some word that he had spoken, and beginning to do that as a + first step towards a knowledge of the doctrine that Jesus was the + incarnate God, come to visit his people—a very unlikely thing to + man's wisdom, yet an idea that has notwithstanding ascended above man's + horizon, and shown itself the grandest idea in his firmament? + </p> + <p> + In the evening Ericson asked again for his papers, from which he handed + Robert the following poem:— + </p> + <p> + WORDS IN THE NIGHT. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I woke at midnight, and my heart, + My beating heart said this to me: + Thou seest the moon how calm and bright + The world is fair by day and night, + But what is that to thee? + One touch to me—down dips the light + Over the land and sea. + All is mine, all is my own! + Toss the purple fountain high! + The breast of man is a vat of stone; + I am alive, I, only I! + + One little touch and all is dark; + The winter with its sparkling moons + The spring with all her violets, + The crimson dawns and rich sunsets, + The autumn's yellowing noons. + I only toss my purple jets, + And thou art one that swoons + Upon a night of gust and roar, + Shipwrecked among the waves, and seems + Across the purple hills to roam; + Sweet odours touch him from the foam, + And downward sinking still he dreams + He walks the clover field at home, + And hears the rattling teams. + All is mine; all is my own! + Toss the purple fountain high! + The breast of man is a vat of stone; + I am alive, I, only I! + + Thou hast beheld a throated fountain spout + Full in the air, and in the downward spray + A hovering Iris span the marble tank, + Which as the wind came, ever rose and sank + Violet and red; so my continual play + Makes beauty for the Gods with many a prank + Of human excellence, while they, + Weary of all the noon, in shadows sweet + Supine and heavy-eyed rest in the boundless heat: + Let the world's fountain play! + Beauty is pleasant in the eyes of Jove; + Betwixt the wavering shadows where he lies + He marks the dancing column with his eyes + Celestial, and amid his inmost grove + Upgathers all his limbs, serenely blest, + Lulled by the mellow noise of the great world's unrest. + + One heart beats in all nature, differing + But in the work it works; its doubts and clamours + Are but the waste and brunt of instruments + Wherewith a work is done; or as the hammers + On forge Cyclopean plied beneath the rents + Of lowest Etna, conquering into shape + The hard and scattered ore: + Choose thou narcotics, and the dizzy grape + Outworking passion, lest with horrid crash + Thy life go from thee in a night of pain. + So tutoring thy vision, shall the flash + Of dove white-breasted be to thee no more + Than a white stone heavy upon the plain. + + Hark the cock crows loud! + And without, all ghastly and ill, + Like a man uplift in his shroud, + The white white morn is propped on the hill; + And adown from the eaves, pointed and chill, + The icicles 'gin to glitter; + And the birds with a warble short and shrill, + Pass by the chamber-window still— + With a quick uneasy twitter. + Let me pump warm blood, for the cold is bitter; + And wearily, wearily, one by one, + Men awake with the weary sun. + + Life is a phantom shut in thee; + I am the master and keep the key; + So let me toss thee the days of old, + Crimson and orange and green and gold; + So let me fill thee yet again + With a rush of dreams from my spout amain; + For all is mine; all is my own; + Toss the purple fountain high! + The breast of man is a vat of stone; + And I am alive, I, only I. +</pre> + <p> + Robert having read, sat and wept in silence. Ericson saw him, and said + tenderly, + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, my boy, I'm not always so bad as that. Read this one—though + I never feel like it now. Perhaps it may come again some day, though. I + may once more deceive myself and be happy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna say that, Mr. Ericson. That's waur than despair. That's flat + unbelief. Ye no more ken that ye're deceivin' yersel' than ye ken that + ye're no doin' 't.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson did not reply; and Robert read the following sonnet aloud, feeling + his way delicately through its mazes:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Lie down upon the ground, thou hopeless one! + Press thy face in the grass, and do not speak. + Dost feel the green globe whirl? Seven times a week + Climbeth she out of darkness to the sun, + Which is her god; seven times she doth not shun + Awful eclipse, laying her patient cheek + Upon a pillow ghost-beset with shriek + Of voices utterless which rave and run + Through all the star-penumbra, craving light + And tidings of the dawn from East and West. + Calmly she sleepeth, and her sleep is blest + With heavenly visions, and the joy of Night + Treading aloft with moons. Nor hath she fright + Though cloudy tempests beat upon her breast. +</pre> + <p> + Ericson turned his face to the wall, and Robert withdrew to his own + chamber. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0038"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. SHARGAR'S ARM. + </h2> + <p> + Not many weeks passed before Shargar knew Aberdeen better than most + Aberdonians. From the Pier-head to the Rubislaw Road, he knew, if not + every court, yet every thoroughfare and short cut. And Aberdeen began to + know him. He was very soon recognized as trustworthy, and had pretty + nearly as much to do as he could manage. Shargar, therefore, was all over + the city like a cracker, and could have told at almost any hour where Dr. + Anderson was to be found—generally in the lower parts of it, for the + good man visited much among the poor; giving them almost exclusively the + benefit of his large experience. Shargar delighted in keeping an eye upon + the doctor, carefully avoiding to show himself. + </p> + <p> + One day as he was hurrying through the Green (a non virendo) on a mission + from the Rothieden carrier, he came upon the doctor's chariot standing in + one of the narrowest streets, and, as usual, paused to contemplate the + equipage and get a peep of the owner. The morning was very sharp. There + was no snow, but a cold fog, like vaporized hoar-frost, filled the air. It + was weather in which the East Indian could not venture out on foot, else + he could have reached the place by a stair from Union Street far sooner + than he could drive thither. His horses apparently liked the cold as + little as himself. They had been moving about restlessly for some time + before the doctor made his appearance. The moment he got in and shut the + door, one of them reared, while the other began to haul on his traces, + eager for a gallop. Something about the chain gave way, the pole swerved + round under the rearing horse, and great confusion and danger would have + ensued, had not Shargar rushed from his coign of vantage, sprung at the + bit of the rearing horse, and dragged him off the pole, over which he was + just casting his near leg. As soon as his feet touched the ground he too + pulled, and away went the chariot and down went Shargar. But in a moment + more several men had laid hold of the horses' heads, and stopped them. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh Lord!' cried Shargar, as he rose with his arm dangling by his side, + 'what will Donal' Joss say? I'm like to swarf (faint). Haud awa' frae that + basket, ye wuddyfous (withy-fowls, gallows-birds),' he cried, darting + towards the hamper he had left in the entry of a court, round which a few + ragged urchins had gathered; but just as he reached it he staggered and + fell. Nor did he know anything more till he found the carriage stopping + with himself and the hamper inside it. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the coachman had got his harness put to rights, the doctor had + driven back to see how the lad had fared, for he had felt the carriage go + over something. They had found him lying beside his hamper, had secured + both, and as a preliminary measure were proceeding to deliver the latter. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur am I? whaur the deevil am I?' cried Shargar, jumping up and falling + back again. + </p> + <p> + 'Don't you know me, Moray?' said the doctor, for he felt shy of calling + the poor boy by his nickname: he had no right to do so. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, I dinna ken ye. Lat me awa'.—I beg yer pardon, doctor: I thocht + ye was ane o' thae wuddyfous rinnin' awa' wi' Donal' Joss's basket. Eh me! + sic a stoun' i' my airm! But naebody ca's me Moray. They a' ca' me + Shargar. What richt hae I to be ca'd Moray?' added the poor boy, feeling, + I almost believe for the first time, the stain upon his birth. Yet he had + as good a right before God to be called Moray as any other son of that + worthy sire, the Baron of Rothie included. Possibly the trumpet-blowing + angels did call him Moray, or some better name. + </p> + <p> + 'The coachman will deliver your parcel, Moray,' said the doctor, this time + repeating the name with emphasis. + </p> + <p> + 'Deil a bit o' 't!' cried Shargar. 'He daurna lea' his box wi' thae + deevils o' horses. What gars he keep sic horses, doctor? They'll play some + mischeef some day.' + </p> + <p> + 'Indeed, they've played enough already, my poor boy. They've broken your + arm.' + </p> + <p> + 'Never min' that. That's no muckle. Ye're welcome, doctor, to my twa airms + for what ye hae dune for Robert an' that lang-leggit frien' o' his—the + Lord forgie me—Mr. Ericson. But ye maun jist pay him what I canna + mak for a day or twa, till 't jines again—to haud them gaein', ye + ken.—It winna be muckle to you, doctor,' added Shargar, + beseechingly. + </p> + <p> + 'Trust me for that, Moray,' returned Dr. Anderson. 'I owe you a good deal + more than that. My brains might have been out by this time.' + </p> + <p> + 'The Lord be praised!' said Shargar, making about his first profession of + Christianity. 'Robert 'ill think something o' me noo.' + </p> + <p> + During this conversation the coachman sat expecting some one to appear + from the shop, and longing to pitch into the 'camstary' horse, but not + daring to lift his whip beyond its natural angle. No one came. All at once + Shargar knew where he was. + </p> + <p> + 'Guid be here! we're at Donal's door! Guid day to ye, doctor; an' I'm + muckle obleeged to ye. Maybe, gin ye war comin' oor gait, the morn, or the + neist day, to see Maister Ericson, ye wad tie up my airm, for it gangs + wallopin' aboot, an' that canna be guid for the stickin' o' 't thegither + again.' + </p> + <p> + 'My poor boy! you don't think I'm going to leave you here, do you?' said + the doctor, proceeding to open the carriage-door. + </p> + <p> + 'But whaur's the hamper?' said Shargar, looking about him in dismay. + </p> + <p> + 'The coachman has got it on the box,' answered the doctor. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh! that'll never do. Gin thae rampaugin' brutes war to tak a start + again, what wad come o' the bit basket? I maun get it doon direckly.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sit still. I will get it down, and deliver it myself.' As he spoke the + doctor got out. + </p> + <p> + 'Tak care o' 't, sir; tak care o' 't. William Walker said there was a jar + o' drained hinney i' the basket; an' the bairns wad miss 't sair gin 't + war spult.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will take good care of it,' responded the doctor. + </p> + <p> + He delivered the basket, returned to the carriage, and told the coachman + to drive home. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur are ye takin' me till?' exclaimed Shargar. 'Willie hasna payed me + for the parcel.' + </p> + <p> + 'Never mind Willie. I'll pay you,' said the doctor. + </p> + <p> + 'But Robert wadna like me to tak siller whaur I did nae wark for 't,' + objected Shargar. 'He's some pernickety (precise)—Robert. But I'll + jist say 'at ye garred me, doctor. Maybe that 'll saitisfee him. An' + faith! I'm queer aboot my left fin here.' + </p> + <p> + 'We'll soon set it all right,' said the doctor. + </p> + <p> + When they reached his house he led the way to his surgery, and there put + the broken limb in splints. He then told Johnston to help the patient to + bed. + </p> + <p> + 'I maun gang hame,' objected Shargar. 'What wad Robert think?' + </p> + <p> + 'I will tell him all about it,' said the doctor. + </p> + <p> + 'Yersel, sir?' stipulated Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, myself.' + </p> + <p> + 'Afore nicht?' + </p> + <p> + 'Directly,' answered the doctor, and Shargar yielded. + </p> + <p> + 'But what will Robert say?' were his last words, as he fell asleep, + appreciating, no doubt, the superiority of the bed to his usual lair upon + the hearthrug. + </p> + <p> + Robert was delighted to hear how well Shargar had acquitted himself. + Followed a small consultation about him; for the accident had ripened the + doctor's intentions concerning the outcast. + </p> + <p> + 'As soon as his arm is sound again, he shall go to the grammar-school,' he + said. + </p> + <p> + 'An' the college?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I hope so,' answered the doctor. 'Do you think he will do well? He has + plenty of courage, at all events, and that is a fine thing.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow ay,' answered Robert; 'he's no ill aff for smeddum (spirit)—that + is, gin it be for ony ither body. He wad never lift a han' for himsel'; + an' that's what garred me tak till him sae muckle. He's a fine crater. He + canna gang him lane, but he'll gang wi' onybody—and haud up wi' + him.' + </p> + <p> + 'What do you think him fit for, then?' + </p> + <p> + Now Robert had been building castles for Shargar out of the hopes which + the doctor's friendliness had given him. Therefore he was ready with his + answer. + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ye cud ensure him no bein' made a general o', he wad mak a gran' + sojer. Set's face foret, and say “quick mairch,” an' he'll ca his bagonet + throu auld Hornie. But lay nae consequences upo' him, for he cudna stan' + unner them.' + </p> + <p> + Dr. Anderson laughed, but thought none the less, and went home to see how + his patient was getting on. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0039"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. MYSIE'S FACE. + </h2> + <p> + Meantime Ericson grew better. A space of hard, clear weather, in which + everything sparkled with frost and sunshine, did him good. But not yet + could he use his brain. He turned with dislike even from his friend Plato. + He would sit in bed or on his chair by the fireside for hours, with his + hands folded before him, and his eyelids drooping, and let his thoughts + flow, for he could not think. And that these thoughts flowed not always + with other than sweet sounds over the stones of question, the curves of + his lip would testify to the friendly, furtive glance of the watchful + Robert. None but the troubled mind knows its own consolations; and I + believe the saddest life has its own presence—however it may be + unrecognized as such—of the upholding Deity. Doth God care for the + hairs that perish from our heads? To a mind like Ericson's the remembered + scent, the recurring vision of a flower loved in childhood, is enough to + sustain anxiety with beauty, for the lovely is itself healing and + hope-giving, because it is the form and presence of the true. To have such + a presence is to be; and while a mind exists in any high consciousness, + the intellectual trouble that springs from the desire to know its own + life, to be assured of its rounded law and security, ceases, for the + desire itself falls into abeyance. + </p> + <p> + But although Ericson was so weak, he was always able and ready to help + Robert in any difficulty not unfrequently springing from his imperfect + preparation in Greek; for while Mr. Innes was an excellent Latin scholar, + his knowledge of Greek was too limited either to compel learning or + inspire enthusiasm. And with the keen instinct he possessed in everything + immediate between man and man, Robert would sometimes search for a + difficulty in order to request its solution; for then Ericson would rouse + himself to explain as few men could have explained: where a clear view was + to be had of anything, Ericson either had it or knew that he had it not. + Hence Robert's progress was good; for one word from a wise helper will + clear off a whole atmosphere of obstructions. + </p> + <p> + At length one day when Robert came home he found him seated at the table, + with his slate, working away at the Differential Calculus. After this he + recovered more rapidly, and ere another week was over began to attend one + class a day. He had been so far in advance before, that though he could + not expect prizes, there was no fear of his passing. + </p> + <p> + One morning, Robert, coming out from a lecture, saw Ericson in the + quadrangle talking to an elderly gentleman. When they met in the afternoon + Ericson told him that that was Mr. Lindsay, and that he had asked them + both to spend the evening at his house. Robert would go anywhere to be + with his friend. + </p> + <p> + He got out his Sunday clothes, and dressed himself with anxiety: he had + visited scarcely at all, and was shy and doubtful. He then sat down to his + books, till Ericson came to his door—dressed, and hence in Robert's + eyes ceremonial—a stately, graceful gentleman. Renewed awe came upon + him at the sight, and renewed gratitude. There was a flush on Ericson's + cheek, and a fire in his eye. Robert had never seen him look so grand. But + there was a something about him that rendered him uneasy—a look that + made Ericson seem strange, as if his life lay in some far-off region. + </p> + <p> + 'I want you to take your violin with you, Robert,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots!' returned Robert, 'hoo can I do that? To tak her wi' me the first + time I gang to a strange hoose, as gin I thocht a'body wad think as muckle + o' my auld wife as I do mysel'! That wadna be mainners—wad it noo, + Mr. Ericson?' + </p> + <p> + 'But I told Mr. Lindsay that you could play well. The old gentleman is + fond of Scotch tunes, and you will please him if you take it.' + </p> + <p> + 'That maks a' the differ,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Thank you,' said Ericson, as Robert went towards his instrument; and, + turning, would have walked from the house without any additional + protection. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur are ye gaein' that gait, Mr. Ericson? Tak yer plaid, or ye'll be + laid up again, as sure's ye live.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm warm enough,' returned Ericson. + </p> + <p> + 'That's naething. The cauld 's jist lyin' i' the street like a verra + deevil to get a grup o' ye. Gin ye dinna pit on yer plaid, I winna tak my + fiddle.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson yielded; and they set out together. + </p> + <p> + I will account for Ericson's request about the violin. + </p> + <p> + He went to the episcopal church on Sundays, and sat where he could see + Mysie—sat longing and thirsting ever till the music returned. Yet + the music he never heard; he watched only its transmutation into form, + never taking his eyes off Mysie's face. Reflected thence in a + metamorphosed echo, he followed all its changes. Never was one powerless + to produce it more strangely responsive to its influence. She had no + voice; she had never been taught the use of any instrument. A world of + musical feeling was pent up in her, and music raised the suddener storms + in her mobile nature, that she was unable to give that feeling utterance. + The waves of her soul dashed the more wildly against their shores, + inasmuch as those shores were precipitous, and yielded no outlet to the + swelling waters. It was that his soul might hover like a bird of Paradise + over the lovely changes of her countenance, changes more lovely and + frequent than those of an English May, that Ericson persuaded Robert to + take his violin. + </p> + <p> + The last of the sunlight was departing, and a large full moon was growing + through the fog on the horizon. The sky was almost clear of clouds, and + the air was cold and penetrating. Robert drew Eric's plaid closer over his + chest. Eric thanked him lightly, but his voice sounded eager; and it was + with a long hasty stride that he went up the hill through the gathering of + the light frosty mist. He stopped at the stair upon which Robert had found + him that memorable night. They went up. The door had been left on the + latch for their entrance. They went up more steps between rocky walls. + When in after years he read the Purgatorio, as often as he came to one of + its ascents, Robert saw this stair with his inward eye. At the top of the + stair was the garden, still ascending, and at the top of the garden shone + the glow of Mr. Lindsay's parlour through the red-curtained window. To + Robert it shone a refuge for Ericson from the night air; to Ericson it + shone the casket of the richest jewel of the universe. Well might the + ruddy glow stream forth to meet him! Only in glowing red could such beauty + be rightly closed. With trembling hand he knocked at the door. + </p> + <p> + They were shown at once into the parlour. Mysie was putting away her book + as they entered, and her back was towards them. When she turned, it seemed + even to Robert as if all the light in the room came only from her eyes. + But that light had been all gathered out of the novel she had just laid + down. She held out her hand to Eric, and her sweet voice was yet more + gentle than wont, for he had been ill. His face flushed at the tone. But + although she spoke kindly, he could hardly have fancied that she showed + him special favour. + </p> + <p> + Robert stood with his violin under his arm, feeling as awkward as if he + had never handled anything more delicate than a pitchfork. But Mysie sat + down to the table, and began to pour out the tea, and he came to himself + again. Presently her father entered. His greeting was warm and mild and + sleepy. He had come from poring over Spotiswood, in search of some Will o' + the wisp or other, and had grown stupid from want of success. But he + revived after a cup of tea, and began to talk about northern genealogies; + and Ericson did his best to listen. Robert wondered at the knowledge he + displayed: he had been tutor the foregoing summer in one of the oldest and + poorest, and therefore proudest families in Caithness. But all the time + his host talked Ericson's eyes hovered about Mysie, who sat gazing before + her with look distraught, with wide eyes and scarce-moving eyelids, + beholding something neither on sea or shore; and Mr. Lindsay would now and + then correct Ericson in some egregious blunder; while Mysie would now and + then start awake and ask Robert or Ericson to take another cup of tea. + Before the sentence was finished, however, she would let it die away, + speaking the last words mechanically, as her consciousness relapsed into + dreamland. Had not Robert been with Ericson, he would have found it + wearisome enough; and except things took a turn, Ericson could hardly be + satisfied with the pleasure of the evening. Things did take a turn. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert has brought his fiddle,' said Ericson, as the tea was removed. + </p> + <p> + 'I hope he will be kind enough to play something,' said Mr. Lindsay. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll do that,' answered Robert, with alacrity. 'But ye maunna expec' ower + muckle, for I'm but a prentice-han',' he added, as he got the instrument + ready. + </p> + <p> + Before he had drawn the bow once across it, attention awoke in Mysie's + eyes; and before he had finished playing, Ericson must have had quite as + much of the 'beauty born of murmuring sound' as was good for him. Little + did Mysie think of the sky of love, alive with silent thoughts, that + arched over her. The earth teems with love that is unloved. The universe + itself is one sea of infinite love, from whose consort of harmonies if a + stray note steal across the sense, it starts bewildered. + </p> + <p> + Robert played better than usual. His touch grew intense, and put on all + its delicacy, till it was like that of the spider, which, as Pope so + admirably says, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. +</pre> + <p> + And while Ericson watched its shadows, the music must have taken hold of + him too; for when Robert ceased, he sang a wild ballad of the northern + sea, to a tune strange as itself. It was the only time Robert ever heard + him sing. Mysie's eyes grew wider and wider as she listened. When it was + over, + </p> + <p> + 'Did ye write that sang yersel', Mr. Ericson?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'No,' answered Ericson. 'An old shepherd up in our parts used to say it to + me when I was a boy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Didna he sing 't?' Robert questioned further. + </p> + <p> + 'No, he didn't. But I heard an old woman crooning it to a child in a + solitary cottage on the shore of Stroma, near the Swalchie whirlpool, and + that was the tune she sang it to, if singing it could be called.' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't quite understand it, Mr. Ericson,' said Mysie. 'What does it + mean?' + </p> + <p> + 'There was once a beautiful woman lived there-away,' began Ericson.—But + I have not room to give the story as he told it, embellishing it, no + doubt, as with such a mere tale was lawful enough, from his own + imagination. The substance was that a young man fell in love with a + beautiful witch, who let him go on loving her till he cared for nothing + but her, and then began to kill him by laughing at him. For no witch can + fall in love herself, however much she may like to be loved. She mocked + him till he drowned himself in a pool on the seashore. Now the witch did + not know that; but as she walked along the shore, looking for things, she + saw his hand lying over the edge of a rocky basin. Nothing is more useful + to a witch than the hand of a man, so she went to pick it up. When she + found it fast to an arm, she would have chopped it off, but seeing whose + it was, she would, for some reason or other best known to a witch, draw + off his ring first. For it was an enchanted ring which she had given him + to bewitch his love, and now she wanted both it and the hand to draw to + herself the lover of a young maiden whom she hated. But the dead hand + closed its fingers upon hers, and her power was powerless against the + dead. And the tide came rushing up, and the dead hand held her till she + was drowned. She lies with her lover to this day at the bottom of the + Swalchie whirlpool; and when a storm is at hand, strange moanings rise + from the pool, for the youth is praying the witch lady for her love, and + she is praying him to let go her hand. + </p> + <p> + While Ericson told the story the room still glimmered about Robert as if + all its light came from Mysie's face, upon which the flickering firelight + alone played. Mr. Lindsay sat a little back from the rest, with an amused + expression: legends of such sort did not come within the scope of his + antiquarian reach, though he was ready enough to believe whatever tempted + his own taste, let it be as destitute of likelihood as the story of the + dead hand. When Ericson ceased, Mysie gave a deep sigh, and looked full of + thought, though I daresay it was only feeling. Mr. Lindsay followed with + an old tale of the Sinclairs, of which he said Ericson's reminded him, + though the sole association was that the foregoing was a Caithness story, + and the Sinclairs are a Caithness family. As soon as it was over, Mysie, + who could not hide all her impatience during its lingering progress, asked + Robert to play again. He took up his violin, and with great expression + gave the air of Ericson's ballad two or three times over, and then laid + down the instrument. He saw indeed that it was too much for Mysie, + affecting her more, thus presented after the story, than the singing of + the ballad itself. Thereupon Ericson, whose spirits had risen greatly at + finding that he could himself secure Mysie's attention, and produce the + play of soul in feature which he so much delighted to watch, offered + another story; and the distant rush of the sea, borne occasionally into + the 'grateful gloom' upon the cold sweep of a February wind, mingled with + one tale after another, with which he entranced two of his audience, while + the third listened mildly content. + </p> + <p> + The last of the tales Ericson told was as follows:— + </p> + <p> + 'One evening-twilight in spring, a young English student, who had wandered + northwards as far as the outlying fragments of Scotland called the Orkney + and Shetland islands, found himself on a small island of the latter group, + caught in a storm of wind and hail, which had come on suddenly. It was in + vain to look about for any shelter; for not only did the storm entirely + obscure the landscape, but there was nothing around him save a desert + moss. + </p> + <p> + 'At length, however, as he walked on for mere walking's sake, he found + himself on the verge of a cliff, and saw, over the brow of it, a few feet + below him, a ledge of rock, where he might find some shelter from the + blast, which blew from behind. Letting himself down by his hands, he + alighted upon something that crunched beneath his tread, and found the + bones of many small animals scattered about in front of a little cave in + the rock, offering the refuge he sought, He went in, and sat upon a stone. + The storm increased in violence, and as the darkness grew he became + uneasy, for he did not relish the thought of spending the night in the + cave. He had parted from his companions on the opposite side of the + island, and it added to his uneasiness that they must be full of + apprehension about him. At last there came a lull in the storm, and the + same instant he heard a footfall, stealthy and light as that of a wild + beast, upon the bones at the mouth of the cave. He started up in some + fear, though the least thought might have satisfied him that there could + be no very dangerous animals upon the island. Before he had time to think, + however, the face of a woman appeared in the opening. Eagerly the wanderer + spoke. She started at the sound of his voice. He could not see her well, + because she was turned towards the darkness of the cave. + </p> + <p> + '“Will you tell me how to find my way across the moor to Shielness?” he + asked. + </p> + <p> + '“You cannot find it to-night,” she answered, in a sweet tone, and with a + smile that bewitched him, revealing the whitest of teeth. + </p> + <p> + '“What am I to do, then?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + '“My mother will give you shelter, but that is all she has to offer.” + </p> + <p> + '“And that is far more than I expected a minute ago,” he replied. “I shall + be most grateful.” + </p> + <p> + 'She turned in silence and left the cave. The youth followed. + </p> + <p> + 'She was barefooted, and her pretty brown feet went catlike over the sharp + stones, as she led the way down a rocky path to the shore. Her garments + were scanty and torn, and her hair blew tangled in the wind. She seemed + about five-and-twenty, lithe and small. Her long fingers kept clutching + and pulling nervously at her skirts as she went. Her face was very gray in + complexion, and very worn, but delicately formed, and smooth-skinned. Her + thin nostrils were tremulous as eyelids, and her lips, whose curves were + faultless, had no colour to give sign of indwelling blood. What her eyes + were like he could not see, for she had never lifted the delicate films of + her eyelids. + </p> + <p> + 'At the foot of the cliff they came upon a little hut leaning against it, + and having for its inner apartment a natural hollow within it. Smoke was + spreading over the face of the rock, and the grateful odour of food gave + hope to the hungry student. His guide opened the door of the cottage; he + followed her in, and saw a woman bending over a fire in the middle of the + floor. On the fire lay a large fish boiling. The daughter spoke a few + words, and the mother turned and welcomed the stranger. She had an old and + very wrinkled, but honest face, and looked troubled. She dusted the only + chair in the cottage, and placed it for him by the side of the fire, + opposite the one window, whence he saw a little patch of yellow sand over + which the spent waves spread themselves out listlessly. Under this window + was a bench, upon which the daughter threw herself in an unusual posture, + resting her chin upon her hand. A moment after the youth caught the first + glimpse of her blue eyes. They were fixed upon him with a strange look of + greed, amounting to craving, but as if aware that they belied or betrayed + her, she dropped them instantly. The moment she veiled them, her face, + notwithstanding its colourless complexion, was almost beautiful. + </p> + <p> + 'When the fish was ready the old woman wiped the deal table, steadied it + upon the uneven floor, and covered it with a piece of fine table-linen. + She then laid the fish on a wooden platter, and invited the guest to help + himself. Seeing no other provision, he pulled from his pocket a + hunting-knife, and divided a portion from the fish, offering it to the + mother first. + </p> + <p> + '“Come, my lamb,” said the old woman; and the daughter approached the + table. But her nostrils and mouth quivered with disgust. + </p> + <p> + 'The next moment she turned and hurried from the hut. + </p> + <p> + '“She doesn't like fish,” said the old woman, “and I haven't anything else + to give her.” + </p> + <p> + '“She does not seem in good health,” he rejoined. + </p> + <p> + 'The woman answered only with a sigh, and they ate their fish with the + help of a little rye-bread. As they finished their supper, the youth heard + the sound as of the pattering of a dog's feet upon the sand close to the + door; but ere he had time to look out of the window, the door opened and + the young woman entered. She looked better, perhaps from having just + washed her face. She drew a stool to the corner of the fire opposite him. + But as she sat down, to his bewilderment, and even horror, the student + spied a single drop of blood on her white skin within her torn dress. The + woman brought out a jar of whisky, put a rusty old kettle on the fire, and + took her place in front of it. As soon as the water boiled, she proceeded + to make some toddy in a wooden bowl. + </p> + <p> + 'Meantime the youth could not take his eyes off the young woman, so that + at length he found himself fascinated, or rather bewitched. She kept her + eyes for the most part veiled with the loveliest eyelids fringed with + darkest lashes, and he gazed entranced; for the red glow of the little + oil-lamp covered all the strangeness of her complexion. But as soon as he + met a stolen glance out of those eyes unveiled, his soul shuddered within + him. Lovely face and craving eyes alternated fascination and repulsion. + </p> + <p> + 'The mother placed the bowl in his hands. He drank sparingly, and passed + it to the girl. She lifted it to her lips, and as she tasted—only + tasted it—looked at him. He thought the drink must have been drugged + and have affected his brain. Her hair smoothed itself back, and drew her + forehead backwards with it; while the lower part of her face projected + towards the bowl, revealing, ere she sipped, her dazzling teeth in strange + prominence. But the same moment the vision vanished; she returned the + vessel to her mother, and rising, hurried out of the cottage. + </p> + <p> + 'Then, the old woman pointed to a bed of heather in one corner with a + murmured apology; and the student, wearied both with the fatigues of the + day and the strangeness of the night, threw himself upon it, wrapped in + his cloak. The moment he lay down, the storm began afresh, and the wind + blew so keenly through the crannies of the hut, that it was only by + drawing his cloak over his head that he could protect himself from its + currents. Unable to sleep, he lay listening to the uproar which grew in + violence, till the spray was dashing against the window. At length the + door opened, and the young woman came in, made up the fire, drew the bench + before it, and lay down in the same strange posture, with her chin propped + on her hand and elbow, and her face turned towards the youth. He moved a + little; she dropped her head, and lay on her face, with her arms crossed + beneath her forehead. The mother had disappeared. + </p> + <p> + 'Drowsiness crept over him. A movement of the bench roused him, and he + fancied he saw some four-footed creature as tall as a large dog trot + quietly out of the door. He was sure he felt a rush of cold wind. Gazing + fixedly through the darkness, he thought he saw the eyes of the damsel + encountering his, but a glow from the falling together of the remnants of + the fire, revealed clearly enough that the bench was vacant. Wondering + what could have made her go out in such a storm, he fell fast asleep. + </p> + <p> + 'In the middle of the night he felt a pain in his shoulder, came broad + awake, and saw the gleaming eyes and grinning teeth of some animal close + to his face. Its claws were in his shoulder, and its mouth was in the act + of seeking his throat. Before it had fixed its fangs, however, he had its + throat in one hand, and sought his knife with the other. A terrible + struggle followed; but regardless of the tearing claws, he found and + opened his knife. He had made one futile stab, and was drawing it for a + surer, when, with a spring of the whole body, and one wildly-contorted + effort, the creature twisted its neck from his hold, and with something + betwixt a scream and a howl, darted from him. Again he heard the door + open; again the wind blew in upon him, and it continued blowing; a sheet + of spray dashed across the floor, and over his face. He sprung from his + couch and bounded to the door. + </p> + <p> + 'It was a wild night—dark, but for the flash of whiteness from the + waves as they broke within a few yards of the cottage; the wind was + raving, and the rain pouring down the air. A gruesome sound as of mingled + weeping and howling came from somewhere in the dark. He turned again into + the hut and closed the door, but could find no way of securing it. + </p> + <p> + 'The lamp was nearly out, and he could not be certain whether the form of + the young woman was upon the bench or not. Overcoming a strong repugnance, + he approached it, and put out his hands—there was nothing there. He + sat down and waited for the daylight: he dared not sleep any more. + </p> + <p> + 'When the day dawned at length, he went out yet again, and looked around. + The morning was dim and gusty and gray. The wind had fallen, but the waves + were tossing wildly. He wandered up and down the little strand, longing + for more light. + </p> + <p> + 'At length he heard a movement in the cottage. By and by the voice of the + old woman called to him from the door. + </p> + <p> + '“You're up early, sir. I doubt you didn't sleep well.” + </p> + <p> + '“Not very well,” he answered. “But where is your daughter?” + </p> + <p> + '“She's not awake yet,” said the mother. “I'm afraid I have but a poor + breakfast for you. But you'll take a dram and a bit of fish. It's all I've + got.” + </p> + <p> + 'Unwilling to hurt her, though hardly in good appetite, he sat down at the + table. While they were eating the daughter came in, but turned her face + away and went to the further end of the hut. When she came forward after a + minute or two, the youth saw that her hair was drenched, and her face + whiter than before. She looked ill and faint, and when she raised her + eyes, all their fierceness had vanished, and sadness had taken its place. + Her neck was now covered with a cotton handkerchief. She was modestly + attentive to him, and no longer shunned his gaze. He was gradually + yielding to the temptation of braving another night in the hut, and seeing + what would follow, when the old woman spoke. + </p> + <p> + '“The weather will be broken all day, sir,” she said. “You had better be + going, or your friends will leave without you.” + </p> + <p> + 'Ere he could answer, he saw such a beseeching glance on the face of the + girl, that he hesitated, confused. Glancing at the mother, he saw the + flash of wrath in her face. She rose and approached her daughter, with her + hand lifted to strike her. The young woman stooped her head with a cry. He + darted round the table to interpose between them. But the mother had + caught hold of her; the handkerchief had fallen from her neck; and the + youth saw five blue bruises on her lovely throat—the marks of the + four fingers and the thumb of a left hand. With a cry of horror he rushed + from the house, but as he reached the door he turned. His hostess was + lying motionless on the floor, and a huge gray wolf came bounding after + him.' + </p> + <p> + An involuntary cry from Mysie interrupted the story-teller. He changed his + tone at once. + </p> + <p> + 'I beg your pardon, Miss Lindsay, for telling you such a horrid tale. Do + forgive me. I didn't mean to frighten you more than a little.' + </p> + <p> + 'Only a case of lycanthropia,' remarked Mr. Lindsay, as coolly as if that + settled everything about it and lycanthropia, horror and all, at once. + </p> + <p> + 'Do tell us the rest,' pleaded Mysie, and Ericson resumed. + </p> + <p> + 'There was no weapon at hand; and if there had been, his inborn chivalry + would never have allowed him to harm a woman even under the guise of a + wolf. Instinctively, he set himself firm, leaning a little forward, with + half outstretched arms, and hands curved ready to clutch again at the + throat upon which he had left those pitiful marks. But the creature as she + sprang eluded his grasp, and just as he expected to feel her fangs, he + found a woman weeping on his bosom, with her arms around his neck. The + next instant, the gray wolf broke from him, and bounded howling up the + cliff. Recovering himself as he best might, the youth followed, for it was + the only way to the moor above, across which he must now make his way to + find his companions. + </p> + <p> + 'All at once he heard the sound of a crunching of bones—not as if a + creature was eating them, but as if they were ground by the teeth of rage + and disappointment: looking up, he saw close above him the mouth of the + little cavern in which he had taken refuge the day before. Summoning all + his resolution, he passed it slowly and softly. From within came the + sounds of a mingled moaning and growling. + </p> + <p> + 'Having reached the top, he ran at full speed for some distance across the + moor before venturing to look behind him. When at length he did so he saw, + against the sky, the girl standing on the edge of the cliff, wringing her + hands. One solitary wail crossed the space between. She made no attempt to + follow him, and he reached the opposite shore in safety.' + </p> + <p> + Mysie tried to laugh, but succeeded badly. Robert took his violin, and its + tones had soon swept all the fear from her face, leaving in its stead a + trouble that has no name—the trouble of wanting one knows not what—or + how to seek it. + </p> + <p> + It was now time to go home. Mysie gave each an equally warm good-night and + thanks, Mr. Lindsay accompanied them to the door, and the students stepped + into the moonlight. Across the links the sound of the sea came with a + swell. + </p> + <p> + As they went down the garden, Ericson stopped. Robert thought he was + looking back to the house, and went on. When Ericson joined him, he was + pale as death. + </p> + <p> + 'What is the maitter wi' ye, Mr. Ericson?' he asked in terror. + </p> + <p> + 'Look there!' said Ericson, pointing, not to the house, but to the sky. + </p> + <p> + Robert looked up. Close about the moon were a few white clouds. Upon these + white clouds, right over the moon, and near as the eyebrow to an eye, hung + part of an opalescent halo, bent into the rude, but unavoidable suggestion + of an eyebrow; while, close around the edge of the moon, clung another, a + pale storm-halo. To this pale iris and faint-hued eyebrow the full moon + itself formed the white pupil: the whole was a perfect eye of ghastly + death, staring out of the winter heaven. The vision may never have been + before, may never have been again, but this Ericson and Robert saw that + night. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0040"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. THE LAST OF THE COALS. + </h2> + <p> + The next Sunday Robert went with Ericson to the episcopal chapel, and for + the first time in his life heard the epic music of the organ. It was a new + starting-point in his life. The worshipping instrument flooded his soul + with sound, and he stooped beneath it as a bather on the shore stoops + beneath the broad wave rushing up the land. But I will not linger over + this portion of his history. It is enough to say that he sought the + friendship of the organist, was admitted to the instrument; touched, + trembled, exulted; grew dissatisfied, fastidious, despairing; gathered + hope and tried again, and yet again; till at last, with + constantly-recurring fits of self-despite, he could not leave the grand + creature alone. It became a rival even to his violin. And once before the + end of March, when the organist was ill, and another was not to be had, he + ventured to occupy his place both at morning and evening service. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Anderson kept George Moray in bed for a few days, after which he went + about for a while with his arm in a sling. But the season of bearing + material burdens was over for him now. Dr. Anderson had an interview with + the master of the grammar-school; a class was assigned to Moray, and with + a delight, resting chiefly on his social approximation to Robert, which in + one week elevated the whole character of his person and countenance and + bearing, George Moray bent himself to the task of mental growth. Having + good helpers at home, and his late-developed energy turning itself + entirely into the new channel, he got on admirably. As there was no other + room to be had in Mrs. Fyvie's house, he continued for the rest of the + session to sleep upon the rug, for he would not hear of going to another + house. The doctor had advised Robert to drop the nickname as much as + possible; but the first time he called him Moray, Shargar threatened to + cut his throat, and so between the two the name remained. + </p> + <p> + I presume that by this time Doctor Anderson had made up his mind to leave + his money to Robert, but thought it better to say nothing about it, and + let the boy mature his independence. He had him often to his house. + Ericson frequently accompanied him; and as there was a good deal of + original similarity between the doctor and Ericson, the latter soon felt + his obligation no longer a burden. Shargar likewise, though more + occasionally, made one of the party, and soon began, in his new + circumstances, to develop the manners of a gentleman. I say develop + advisedly, for Shargar had a deep humanity in him, as abundantly testified + by his devotion to Robert, and humanity is the body of which true manners + is the skin and ordinary manifestation: true manners are the polish which + lets the internal humanity shine through, just as the polish on marble + reveals its veined beauty. Many talks did the elderly man hold with the + three youths, and his experience of life taught Ericson and Robert much, + especially what he told them about his Brahmin friend in India. Moray, on + the other hand, was chiefly interested in his tales of adventure when on + service in the Indian army, or engaged in the field sports of that region + so prolific in monsters. His gipsy blood and lawless childhood, spent in + wandering familiarity with houseless nature, rendered him more responsive + to these than the others, and his kindled eye and pertinent remarks raised + in the doctor's mind an early question whether a commission in India might + not be his best start in life. + </p> + <p> + Between Ericson and Robert, as the former recovered his health, + communication from the deeper strata of human need became less frequent. + Ericson had to work hard to recover something of his leeway; Robert had to + work hard that prizes might witness for him to his grandmother and Miss + St. John. To the latter especially, as I think I have said before, he was + anxious to show well, wiping out the blot, as he considered it, of his all + but failure in the matter of a bursary. For he looked up to her as to a + goddess who just came near enough to the earth to be worshipped by him who + dwelt upon it. + </p> + <p> + The end of the session came nigh. Ericson passed his examinations with + honour. Robert gained the first Greek and third Latin prize. The evening + of the last day arrived, and on the morrow the students would be gone—some + to their homes of comfort and idleness, others to hard labour in the + fields; some to steady reading, perhaps to school again to prepare for the + next session, and others to be tutors all the summer months, and return to + the wintry city as to freedom and life. Shargar was to remain at the + grammar-school. + </p> + <p> + That last evening Robert sat with Ericson in his room. It was a cold night—the + night of the last day of March. A bitter wind blew about the house, and + dropped spiky hailstones upon the skylight. The friends were to leave on + the morrow, but to leave together; for they had already sent their boxes, + one by the carrier to Rothieden, the other by a sailing vessel to Wick, + and had agreed to walk together as far as Robert's home, where he was in + hopes of inducing his friend to remain for a few days if he found his + grandmother agreeable to the plan. Shargar was asleep on the rug for the + last time, and Robert had brought his coal-scuttle into Ericson's room to + combine their scanty remains of well-saved fuel in a common glow, over + which they now sat. + </p> + <p> + 'I wonder what my grannie 'ill say to me,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'She'll be very glad to see you, whatever she may say,' remarked Ericson. + </p> + <p> + 'She'll say “Noo, be dooce,” the minute I hae shacken hands wi' her,' said + Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert,' returned Ericson solemnly, 'if I had a grandmother to go home + to, she might box my ears if she liked—I wouldn't care. You do not + know what it is not to have a soul belonging to you on the face of the + earth. It is so cold and so lonely!' + </p> + <p> + 'But you have a cousin, haven't you?' suggested Robert. + </p> + <p> + Ericson laughed, but good-naturedly. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes,' he answered, 'a little man with a fishy smell, in a blue tail-coat + with brass buttons, and a red and black nightcap.' + </p> + <p> + 'But,' Robert ventured to hint, 'he might go in a kilt and top-boots, like + Satan in my grannie's copy o' the Paradise Lost, for onything I would + care.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, but he's just like his looks. The first thing he'll do the next + morning after I go home, will be to take me into his office, or shop, as + he calls it, and get down his books, and show me how many barrels of + herring I owe him, with the price of each. To do him justice, he only + charges me wholesale.' + </p> + <p> + 'What'll he do that for?' + </p> + <p> + 'To urge on me the necessity of diligence, and the choice of a + profession,' answered Ericson, with a smile of mingled sadness and + irresolution. 'He will set forth what a loss the interest of the money is, + even if I should pay the principal; and remind me that although he has + stood my friend, his duty to his own family imposes limits. And he has at + least a couple of thousand pounds in the county bank. I don't believe he + would do anything for me but for the honour it will be to the family to + have a professional man in it. And yet my father was the making of him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tell me about your father. What was he?' + </p> + <p> + 'A gentle-minded man, who thought much and said little. He farmed the + property that had been his father's own, and is now leased by my fishy + cousin afore mentioned.' + </p> + <p> + 'And your mother?' + </p> + <p> + 'She died just after I was born, and my father never got over it.' + </p> + <p> + 'And you have no brothers or sisters?' + </p> + <p> + 'No, not one. Thank God for your grandmother, and do all you can to please + her.' + </p> + <p> + A silence followed, during which Robert's heart swelled and heaved with + devotion to Ericson; for notwithstanding his openness, there was a certain + sad coldness about him that restrained Robert from letting out all the + tide of his love. The silence became painful, and he broke it abruptly. + </p> + <p> + 'What are you going to be, Mr. Ericson?' + </p> + <p> + 'I wish you could tell me, Robert. What would you have me to be? Come + now.' + </p> + <p> + Robert thought for a moment. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, ye canna be a minister, Mr. Ericson, 'cause ye dinna believe in + God, ye ken,' he said simply. + </p> + <p> + 'Don't say that, Robert,' Ericson returned, in a tone of pain with which + no displeasure was mingled. 'But you are right. At best I only hope in + God; I don't believe in him.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm thinkin' there canna be muckle differ atween houp an' faith,' said + Robert. 'Mony a ane 'at says they believe in God has unco little houp o' + onything frae 's han', I'm thinkin'.' + </p> + <p> + My reader may have observed a little change for the better in Robert's + speech. Dr. Anderson had urged upon him the necessity of being able at + least to speak English; and he had been trying to modify the antique Saxon + dialect they used at Rothieden with the newer and more refined English. + But even when I knew him, he would upon occasion, especially when the + subject was religion or music, fall back into the broadest Scotch. It was + as if his heart could not issue freely by any other gate than that of his + grandmother tongue. + </p> + <p> + Fearful of having his last remark contradicted—for he had an + instinctive desire that it should lie undisturbed where he had cast it in + the field of Ericson's mind, he hurried to another question. + </p> + <p> + 'What for shouldna ye be a doctor?' + </p> + <p> + 'Now you'll think me a fool, Robert, if I tell you why.' + </p> + <p> + 'Far be it frae me to daur think sic a word, Mr. Ericson!' said Robert + devoutly. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, I'll tell you, whether or not,' returned Ericson. 'I could, I + believe, amputate a living limb with considerable coolness; but put a + knife in a dead body I could not.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think I know what you mean. Then you must be a lawyer.' + </p> + <p> + 'A lawyer! O Lord!' said Ericson. + </p> + <p> + 'Why not?' asked Robert, in some wonderment; for he could not imagine + Ericson acting from mere popular prejudice or fancy. + </p> + <p> + 'Just think of spending one's life in an atmosphere of squabbles. It's all + very well when one gets to be a judge and dispense justice; but—well, + it's not for me. I could not do the best for my clients. And a lawyer has + nothing to do with the kingdom of heaven—only with his clients. He + must be a party-man. He must secure for one so often at the loss of the + rest. My duty and my conscience would always be at strife.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then what will you be, Mr. Ericson?' + </p> + <p> + 'To tell the truth, I would rather be a watchmaker than anything else I + know. I might make one watch that would go right, I suppose, if I lived + long enough. But no one would take an apprentice of my age. So I suppose I + must be a tutor, knocked about from one house to another, patronized by + ex-pupils, and smiled upon as harmless by mammas and sisters to the end of + the chapter. And then something of a pauper's burial, I suppose. Che sara + sara.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson had sunk into one of his worst moods. But when he saw Robert + looking unhappy, he changed his tone, and would be—what he could not + be—merry. + </p> + <p> + 'But what's the use of talking about it?' he said. 'Get your fiddle, man, + and play The Wind that Shakes the Barley.' + </p> + <p> + 'No, Mr. Ericson,' answered Robert; 'I have no heart for the fiddle. I + would rather have some poetry.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh!—Poetry!' returned Ericson, in a tone of contempt—yet not + very hearty contempt. + </p> + <p> + 'We're gaein' awa', Mr. Ericson,' said Robert; 'an' the Lord 'at we ken + naething aboot alane kens whether we'll ever meet again i' this place. And + sae—' + </p> + <p> + 'True enough, my boy,' interrupted Ericson. 'I have no need to trouble + myself about the future. I believe that is the real secret of it after + all. I shall never want a profession or anything else.' + </p> + <p> + 'What do you mean, Mr. Ericson?' asked Robert, in half-defined terror. + </p> + <p> + 'I mean, my boy, that I shall not live long. I know that—thank God!' + </p> + <p> + 'How do you know it?' + </p> + <p> + 'My father died at thirty, and my mother at six-and-twenty, both of the + same disease. But that's not how I know it.' + </p> + <p> + 'How do you know it then?' + </p> + <p> + Ericson returned no answer. He only said— + </p> + <p> + 'Death will be better than life. One thing I don't like about it though,' + he added, 'is the coming on of unconsciousness. I cannot bear to lose my + consciousness even in sleep. It is such a terrible thing!' + </p> + <p> + 'I suppose that's ane o' the reasons that we canna be content withoot a + God,' responded Robert. 'It's dreidfu' to think even o' fa'in' asleep + withoot some ane greater an' nearer than the me watchin' ower 't. But I'm + jist sayin' ower again what I hae read in ane o' your papers, Mr. Ericson. + Jist lat me luik.' + </p> + <p> + Venturing more than he had ever yet ventured, Robert rose and went to the + cupboard where Ericson's papers lay. His friend did not check him. On the + contrary, he took the papers from his hand, and searched for the poem + indicated. + </p> + <p> + 'I'm not in the way of doing this sort of thing, Robert,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'I know that,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + And Ericson read. + </p> + <p> + SLEEP. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Oh, is it Death that comes + To have a foretaste of the whole? + To-night the planets and the stars + Will glimmer through my window-bars, + But will not shine upon my soul. + + For I shall lie as dead, + Though yet I am above the ground; + All passionless, with scarce a breath, + With hands of rest and eyes of death, + I shall be carried swiftly round. + + Or if my life should break + The idle night with doubtful gleams + Through mossy arches will I go, + Through arches ruinous and low, + And chase the true and false in dreams. + + Why should I fall asleep? + When I am still upon my bed, + The moon will shine, the winds will rise, + And all around and through the skies + The light clouds travel o'er my head. + + O, busy, busy things! + Ye mock me with your ceaseless life; + For all the hidden springs will flow, + And all the blades of grass will grow, + When I have neither peace nor strife. + + And all the long night through, + The restless streams will hurry by; + And round the lands, with endless roar, + The white waves fall upon the shore, + And bit by bit devour the dry. + + Even thus, but silently, + Eternity, thy tide shall flow— + And side by side with every star + Thy long-drawn swell shall bear me far, + An idle boat with none to row. + + My senses fail with sleep; + My heart beats thick; the night is noon; + And faintly through its misty folds + I hear a drowsy clock that holds + Its converse with the waning moon. + + Oh, solemn mystery! + That I should be so closely bound + With neither terror nor constraint + Without a murmur of complaint, + And lose myself upon such ground! +</pre> + <p> + 'Rubbish!' said Ericson, as he threw down the sheets, disgusted with his + own work, which so often disappoints the writer, especially if he is by + any chance betrayed into reading it aloud. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna say that, Mr. Ericson,' returned Robert. 'Ye maunna say that. Ye + hae nae richt to lauch at honest wark, whether it be yer ain or ony ither + body's. The poem noo—' + </p> + <p> + 'Don't call it a poem,' interrupted Ericson. 'It's not worthy of the + name.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will ca' 't a poem,' persisted Robert; 'for it's a poem to me, whatever + it may be to you. An' hoo I ken 'at it's a poem is jist this: it opens my + een like music to something I never saw afore.' + </p> + <p> + 'What is that?' asked Ericson, not sorry to be persuaded that there might + after all be some merit in the productions painfully despised of himself. + </p> + <p> + 'Jist this: it's only whan ye dinna want to fa' asleep 'at it luiks + fearsome to ye. An' maybe the fear o' death comes i' the same way: we're + feared at it 'cause we're no a'thegither ready for 't; but whan the richt + time comes, it'll be as nat'ral as fa'in' asleep whan we're doonricht + sleepy. Gin there be a God to ca' oor Father in heaven, I'm no thinkin' + that he wad to sae mony bonny tunes pit a scraich for the hinder end. I'm + thinkin', gin there be onything in 't ava—ye ken I'm no sayin', for + I dinna ken—we maun jist lippen till him to dee dacent an' bonny, + an' nae sic strange awfu' fash aboot it as some fowk wad mak a religion o' + expeckin'.' + </p> + <p> + Ericson looked at Robert with admiration mingled with something akin to + merriment. + </p> + <p> + 'One would think it was your grandfather holding forth, Robert,' he said. + 'How came you to think of such things at your age?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm thinkin',' answered Robert, 'ye warna muckle aulder nor mysel' whan + ye took to sic things, Mr. Ericson. But, 'deed, maybe my luckie-daddie + (grandfather) pat them i' my heid, for I had a heap ado wi' his fiddle for + a while. She's deid noo.' + </p> + <p> + Not understanding him, Ericson began to question, and out came the story + of the violins. They talked on till the last of their coals was burnt out, + and then they went to bed. + </p> + <p> + Shargar had undertaken to rouse them early, that they might set out on + their long walk with a long day before them. But Robert was awake before + Shargar. The all but soulless light of the dreary season awoke him, and he + rose and looked out. Aurora, as aged now as her loved Tithonus, peered, + gray-haired and desolate, over the edge of the tossing sea, with hardly + enough of light in her dim eyes to show the broken crests of the waves + that rushed shorewards before the wind of her rising. Such an east wind + was the right breath to issue from such a pale mouth of hopeless + revelation as that which opened with dead lips across the troubled sea on + the far horizon. While he gazed, the east darkened; a cloud of hail rushed + against the window; and Robert retreated to his bed. But ere he had fallen + asleep, Ericson was beside him; and before he was dressed, Ericson + appeared again, with his stick in his hand. They left Shargar still + asleep, and descended the stairs, thinking to leave the house undisturbed. + But Mrs. Fyvie was watching for them, and insisted on their taking the + breakfast she had prepared. They then set out on their journey of forty + miles, with half a loaf in their pockets, and money enough to get bread + and cheese, and a bottle of the poorest ale, at the far-parted roadside + inns. + </p> + <p> + When Shargar awoke, he wept in desolation, then crept into Robert's bed, + and fell fast asleep again. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0041"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. A STRANGE NIGHT. + </h2> + <p> + The youths had not left the city a mile behind, when a thick snowstorm + came on. It did not last long, however, and they fought their way through + it into a glimpse of sun. To Robert, healthy, powerful, and except at rare + times, hopeful, it added to the pleasure of the journey to contend with + the storm, and there was a certain steely indifference about Ericson that + carried him through. They trudged on steadily for three hours along a good + turnpike road, with great black masses of cloud sweeping across the sky, + which now sent them a glimmer of sunlight, and now a sharp shower of hail. + The country was very dreary—a succession of undulations rising into + bleak moorlands, and hills whose heather would in autumn flush the land + with glorious purple, but which now looked black and cheerless, as if no + sunshine could ever warm them. Now and then the moorland would sweep down + to the edge of the road, diversified with dark holes from which peats were + dug, and an occasional quarry of gray granite. At one moment endless pools + would be shining in the sunlight, and the next the hail would be dancing a + mad fantastic dance all about them: they pulled their caps over their + brows, bent their heads, and struggled on. + </p> + <p> + At length they reached their first stage, and after a meal of bread and + cheese and an offered glass of whisky, started again on their journey. + They did not talk much, for their force was spent on their progress. + </p> + <p> + After some consultation whether to keep the road or take a certain short + cut across the moors, which would lead them into it again with a saving of + several miles, the sun shining out with a little stronger promise than he + had yet given, they resolved upon the latter. But in the middle of the + moorland the wind and the hail came on with increased violence, and they + were glad to tack from one to another of the huge stones that lay about, + and take a short breathing time under the lee of each; so that when they + recovered the road, they had lost as many miles in time and strength as + they had saved in distance. They did not give in, however, but after + another rest and a little more refreshment, started again. + </p> + <p> + The evening was now growing dusk around them, and the fatigue of the day + was telling so severely on Ericson, that when in the twilight they heard + the blast of a horn behind them, and turning saw the two flaming eyes of a + well-known four-horse coach come fluctuating towards them, Robert insisted + on their getting up and riding the rest of the way. + </p> + <p> + 'But I can't afford it,' said Ericson. + </p> + <p> + 'But I can,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I don't doubt it,' returned Ericson. 'But I owe you too much already.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ever we win hame—I mean to the heart o' hame—ye can pay + me there.' + </p> + <p> + 'There will be no need then.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur's the need than to mak sic a wark aboot a saxpence or twa atween + this and that? I thocht ye cared for naething that time or space or sense + could grip or measure. Mr. Ericson, ye're no half sic a philosopher as ye + wad set up for.—Hillo!' + </p> + <p> + Ericson laughed a weary laugh, and as the coach stopped in obedience to + Robert's hail, he scrambled up behind. + </p> + <p> + The guard knew Robert, was pitiful over the condition of the travellers, + would have put them inside, but that there was a lady there, and their + clothes were wet, got out a great horse-rug and wrapped Robert in it, put + a spare coat of his own, about an inch thick, upon Ericson, drew out a + flask, took a pull at it, handed it to his new passengers, and blew a + vigorous blast on his long horn, for they were approaching a desolate shed + where they had to change their weary horses for four fresh thorough-breds. + </p> + <p> + Away they went once more, careering through the gathering darkness. It was + delightful indeed to have to urge one weary leg past the other no more, + but be borne along towards food, fire, and bed. But their adventures were + not so nearly over as they imagined. Once more the hail fell furiously—huge + hailstones, each made of many, half-melted and welded together into solid + lumps of ice. The coachman could scarcely hold his face to the shower, and + the blows they received on their faces and legs, drove the thin-skinned, + high-spirited horses nearly mad. At length they would face it no longer. + At a turn in the road, where it crossed a brook by a bridge with a low + stone wall, the wind met them right in the face with redoubled vehemence; + the leaders swerved from it, and were just rising to jump over the + parapet, when the coachman, whose hands were nearly insensible with cold, + threw his leg over the reins, and pulled them up. One of the leaders + reared, and fell backwards; one of the wheelers kicked vigorously; a few + moments, and in spite of the guard at their heads, all was one struggling + mass of bodies and legs, with a broken pole in the midst. The few + passengers got down; and Robert, fearing that yet worse might happen and + remembering the lady, opened the door. He found her quite composed. As he + helped her out, + </p> + <p> + 'What is the matter?' asked the voice dearest to him in the world—the + voice of Miss St. John. + </p> + <p> + He gave a cry of delight. Wrapped in the horse-cloth, Miss St. John did + not know him. + </p> + <p> + 'What is the matter?' she repeated. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, naething, mem—naething. Only I doobt we winna get ye hame the + nicht.' + </p> + <p> + 'Is it you, Robert?' she said, gladly recognizing his voice. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, it's me, and Mr. Ericson. We'll tak care o' ye, mem.' + </p> + <p> + 'But surely we shall get home!' + </p> + <p> + Robert had heard the crack of the breaking pole. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed, I doobt no.' + </p> + <p> + 'What are we to do, then?' + </p> + <p> + 'Come into the lythe (shelter) o' the bank here, oot o' the gait o' thae + brutes o' horses,' said Robert, taking off his horse-cloth and wrapping + her in it. + </p> + <p> + The storm hissed and smote all around them. She took Robert's arm. + Followed by Ericson, they left the coach and the struggling horses, and + withdrew to a bank that overhung the road. As soon as they were out of the + wind, Robert, who had made up his mind, said, + </p> + <p> + 'We canna be mony yairds frae the auld hoose o' Bogbonnie. We micht win + throu the nicht there weel eneuch. I'll speir at the gaird, the minute the + horses are clear. We war 'maist ower the brig, I heard the coachman say.' + </p> + <p> + 'I know quite well where the old house is,' said Ericson. 'I went in the + last time I walked this way.' + </p> + <p> + 'Was the door open?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I don't know,' answered Ericson. 'I found one of the windows open in the + basement.' + </p> + <p> + 'We'll get the len' o' ane o' the lanterns, an' gang direckly. It canna be + mair nor the breedth o' a rig or twa frae the burn.' + </p> + <p> + 'I can take you by the road,' said Ericson. + </p> + <p> + 'It will be very cold,' said Miss St. John,—already shivering, + partly from disquietude. + </p> + <p> + 'There's timmer eneuch there to haud 's warm for a twalmonth,' said + Robert. + </p> + <p> + He went back to the coach. By this time the horses were nearly extricated. + Two of them stood steaming in the lamplight, with their sides going at + twenty bellows' speed. The guard would not let him have one of the coach + lamps, but gave him a small lantern of his own. When he returned with it, + he found Ericson and Miss St. John talking together. + </p> + <p> + Ericson led the way, and the others followed. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur are ye gaein', gentlemen?' asked the guard, as they passed the + coach. + </p> + <p> + 'To the auld hoose,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye canna do better. I maun bide wi' the coch till the lave gang back to + Drumheid wi' the horses, on' fess anither pole. Faith, it'll be weel into + the mornin' or we win oot o' this. Tak care hoo ye gang. There's holes i' + the auld hoose, I doobt.' + </p> + <p> + 'We'll tak gude care, ye may be sure, Hector,' said Robert, as they left + the bridge. + </p> + <p> + The house to which Ericson was leading them was in the midst of a field. + There was just light enough to show a huge mass standing in the dark, + without a tree or shelter of any sort. When they reached it, all that Miss + St. John could distinguish was a wide broken stair leading up to the door, + with glimpses of a large, plain, ugly, square front. The stones of the + stair sloped and hung in several directions; but it was plain to a glance + that the place was dilapidated through extraordinary neglect, rather than + by the usual wear of time. In fact, it belonged only to the beginning of + the preceding century, somewhere in Queen Anne's time. There was a heavy + door to it, but fortunately for Miss St. John, who would not quite have + relished getting in at the window of which Ericson had spoken, it stood a + little ajar. The wind roared in the gap and echoed in the empty hall into + which they now entered. Certainly Robert was right: there was wood enough + to keep them warm; for that hall, and every room into which they went, + from top to bottom of the huge house, was lined with pine. No paint-brush + had ever passed upon it. Neither was there a spot to be seen upon the + grain of the wood: it was clean as the day when the house was finished, + only it had grown much browner. A close gallery, with window-frames which + had never been glazed, at one story's height, leading across from the one + side of the first floor to the other, looked down into the great echoing + hall, which rose in the centre of the building to the height of two + stories; but this was unrecognizable in the poor light of the guard's + lantern. All the rooms on every floor opened each into the other;—but + why should I give such a minute description, making my reader expect a + ghost story, or at least a nocturnal adventure? I only want him to feel + something of what our party felt as they entered this desolate building, + which, though some hundred and twenty years old, bore not a single mark + upon the smooth floors or spotless walls to indicate that article of + furniture had ever stood in it, or human being ever inhabited it. There + was a strange and unusual horror about the place—a feeling quite + different from that belonging to an ancient house, however haunted it + might be. It was like a body that had never had a human soul in it. There + was no sense of a human history about it. Miss St. John's feeling of + eeriness rose to the height when, in wandering through the many rooms in + search of one where the windows were less broken, she came upon one spot + in the floor. It was only a hole worn down through floor after floor, from + top to bottom, by the drip of the rains from the broken roof: it looked + like the disease of the desolate place, and she shuddered. + </p> + <p> + Here they must pass the night, with the wind roaring awfully through the + echoing emptiness, and every now and then the hail clashing against what + glass remained in the windows. They found one room with the window well + boarded up, for until lately some care had been taken of the place to keep + it from the weather. There Robert left his companions, who presently heard + the sounds of tearing and breaking below, necessity justifying him in the + appropriation of some of the wood-work for their own behoof. He tore a + panel or two from the walls, and returning with them, lighted a fire on + the empty hearth, where, from the look of the stone and mortar, certainly + never fire had blazed before. The wood was dry as a bone, and burnt up + gloriously. + </p> + <p> + Then first Robert bethought himself that they had nothing to eat. He + himself was full of merriment, and cared nothing about eating; for had he + not Miss St. John and Ericson there? but for them something must be + provided. He took his lantern and went back through the storm. The hail + had ceased, but the wind blew tremendously. The coach stood upon the + bridge like a stranded vessel, its two lamps holding doubtful battle with + the wind, now flaring out triumphantly, now almost yielding up the ghost. + Inside, the guard was snoring in defiance of the pother o'er his head. + </p> + <p> + 'Hector! Hector!' cried Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ay,' answered Hector. 'It's no time to wauken yet.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hae ye nae basket, Hector, wi' something to eat in 't—naething + gaein' to Rothieden 'at a body micht say by yer leave till?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow! it's you, is 't?' returned Hector, rousing himself. 'Na. Deil ane. + An' gin I had, I daurna gie ye 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wad mak free to steal 't, though, an' tak my chance,' said Robert. 'But + ye say ye hae nane?' + </p> + <p> + 'Nane, I tell ye. Ye winna hunger afore the mornin', man.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll stan' hunger as weel 's you ony day, Hector. It's no for mysel'. + There's Miss St. John.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots!' said Hector, peevishly, for he wanted to go to sleep again, 'gang + and mak luve till her. Nae lass 'll think o' meat as lang 's ye do that. + That 'll haud her ohn hungert.' + </p> + <p> + The words were like blasphemy in Robert's ear. He make love to Miss St. + John! He turned from the coach-door in disgust. But there was no place he + knew of where anything could be had, and he must return empty-handed. + </p> + <p> + The light of the fire shone through a little hole in the boards that + closed the window. His lamp had gone out, but, guided by that, he found + the road again, and felt his way up the stairs. When he entered the room + he saw Miss St. John sitting on the floor, for there was nowhere else to + sit, with the guard's coat under her. She had taken off her bonnet. Her + back leaned against the side of the chimney, and her eyes were bent + thoughtfully on the ground. In their shine Robert read instinctively that + Ericson had said something that had set her thinking. He lay on the floor + at some distance, leaning on his elbow, and his eye had the flash in it + that indicates one who has just ceased speaking. They had not found his + absence awkward at least. + </p> + <p> + 'I hae been efter something to eat,' said Robert; 'but I canna fa' in wi' + onything. We maun jist tell stories or sing sangs, as fowk do in buiks, or + else Miss St. John 'ill think lang.' + </p> + <p> + They did sing songs, and they did tell stories. I will not trouble my + reader with more than the sketch of one which Robert told—the story + of the old house wherein they sat—a house without a history, save + the story of its no history. It had been built for the jointure-house of a + young countess, whose husband was an old man. A lover to whom she had + turned a deaf ear had left the country, begging ere he went her acceptance + of a lovely Italian grayhound. She was weak enough to receive the animal. + Her husband died the same year, and before the end of it the dog went mad, + and bit her. According to the awful custom of the time they smothered her + between two feather-beds, just as the house of Bogbonnie was ready to + receive her furniture, and become her future dwelling. No one had ever + occupied it. + </p> + <p> + If Miss St. John listened to story and song without as much show of + feeling as Mysie Lindsay would have manifested, it was not that she + entered into them less deeply. It was that she was more, not felt less. + </p> + <p> + Listening at her window once with Robert, Eric Ericson had heard Mary St. + John play: this was their first meeting. Full as his mind was of Mysie, he + could not fail to feel the charm of a noble, stately womanhood that could + give support, instead of rousing sympathy for helplessness. There was in + the dignified simplicity of Mary St. John that which made every good man + remember his mother; and a good man will think this grand praise, though a + fast girl will take it for a doubtful compliment. + </p> + <p> + Seeing her begin to look weary, the young men spread a couch for her as + best they could, made up the fire, and telling her they would be in the + hall below, retired, kindled another fire, and sat down to wait for the + morning. They held a long talk. At length Robert fell asleep on the floor. + </p> + <p> + Ericson rose. One of his fits of impatient doubt was upon him. In the + dying embers of the fire he strode up and down the waste hall, with the + storm raving around it. He was destined to an early death; he would leave + no one of his kin to mourn for him; the girl whose fair face had possessed + his imagination, would not give one sigh to his memory, wandering on + through the regions of fancy all the same; and the death-struggle over, he + might awake in a godless void, where, having no creative power in himself, + he must be tossed about, a conscious yet helpless atom, to eternity. It + was not annihilation he feared, although he did shrink from the thought of + unconsciousness; it was life without law that he dreaded, existence + without the bonds of a holy necessity, thought without faith, being + without God. + </p> + <p> + For all her fatigue Miss St. John could not sleep. The house quivered in + the wind which howled more and more madly through its long passages and + empty rooms; and she thought she heard cries in the midst of the howling. + In vain she reasoned with herself: she could not rest. She rose and opened + the door of her room, with a vague notion of being nearer to the young + men. + </p> + <p> + It opened upon the narrow gallery, already mentioned as leading from one + side of the first floor to the other at mid-height along the end of the + hall. The fire below shone into this gallery, for it was divided from the + hall only by a screen of crossing bars of wood, like unglazed + window-frames, possibly intended to hold glass. Of the relation of the + passage to the hall Mary St. John knew nothing, till, approaching the + light, she found herself looking down into the red dusk below. She stood + riveted; for in the centre of the hall, with his hands clasped over his + head like the solitary arch of a ruined Gothic aisle, stood Ericson. + </p> + <p> + His agony had grown within him—the agony of the silence that brooded + immovable throughout the infinite, whose sea would ripple to no breath of + the feeble tempest of his prayers. At length it broke from him in low but + sharp sounds of words. + </p> + <p> + 'O God,' he said, 'if thou art, why dost thou not speak? If I am thy + handiwork—dost thou forget that which thou hast made?' + </p> + <p> + He paused, motionless, then cried again: + </p> + <p> + 'There can be no God, or he would hear.' + </p> + <p> + 'God has heard me!' said a full-toned voice of feminine tenderness + somewhere in the air. Looking up, Ericson saw the dim form of Mary St. + John half-way up the side of the lofty hall. The same moment she vanished—trembling + at the sound of her own voice. + </p> + <p> + Thus to Ericson as to Robert had she appeared as an angel. + </p> + <p> + And was she less of a divine messenger because she had a human body, whose + path lay not through the air? The storm of misery folded its wings in + Eric's bosom, and, at the sound of her voice, there was a great calm. Nor + if we inquire into the matter shall we find that such an effect indicated + anything derogatory to the depth of his feelings or the strength of his + judgment. It is not through the judgment that a troubled heart can be set + at rest. It needs a revelation, a vision; a something for the higher + nature that breeds and infolds the intellect, to recognize as of its own, + and lay hold of by faithful hope. And what fitter messenger of such hope + than the harmonious presence of a woman, whose form itself tells of + highest law, and concord, and uplifting obedience; such a one whose beauty + walks the upper air of noble loveliness; whose voice, even in speech, is + one of the 'sphere-born harmonious sisters? The very presence of such a + being gives Unbelief the lie, deep as the throat of her lying. Harmony, + which is beauty and law, works necessary faith in the region capable of + truth. It needs the intervention of no reasoning. It is beheld. This + visible Peace, with that voice of woman's truth, said, 'God has heard me!' + What better testimony could an angel have brought him? Or why should an + angel's testimony weigh more than such a woman's? The mere understanding + of a man like Ericson would only have demanded of an angel proof that he + was an angel, proof that angels knew better than he did in the matter in + question, proof that they were not easy-going creatures that took for + granted the rumours of heaven. The best that a miracle can do is to give + hope; of the objects of faith it can give no proof; one spiritual + testimony is worth a thousand of them. For to gain the sole proof of which + these truths admit, a man must grow into harmony with them. If there are + no such things he cannot become conscious of a harmony that has no + existence; he cannot thus deceive himself; if there are, they must yet + remain doubtful until the harmony between them and his own willing nature + is established. The perception of this harmony is their only and + incommunicable proof. For this process time is needful; and therefore we + are saved by hope. Hence it is no wonder that before another half-hour was + over, Ericson was asleep by Robert's side. + </p> + <p> + They were aroused in the cold gray light of the morning by the blast of + Hector's horn. Miss St. John was ready in a moment. The coach was waiting + for them at the end of the grassy road that led from the house. Hector put + them all inside. Before they reached Rothieden the events of the night + began to wear the doubtful aspect of a dream. No allusion was made to what + had occurred while Robert slept; but all the journey Ericson felt towards + Miss St. John as Wordsworth felt towards the leech-gatherer, who, he says, + was + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + like a man from some far region sent, + To give me human strength, by apt admonishment. +</pre> + <p> + And Robert saw a certain light in her eyes which reminded him of how she + looked when, having repented of her momentary hardness towards him, she + was ministering to his wounded head. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0042"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. HOME AGAIN. + </h2> + <p> + When Robert opened the door of his grandmother's parlour, he found the old + lady seated at breakfast. She rose, pushed back her chair, and met him in + the middle of the room; put her old arms round him, offered her smooth + white cheek to him, and wept. Robert wondered that she did not look older; + for the time he had been away seemed an age, although in truth only eight + months. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo are ye, laddie?' she said. 'I'm richt glaid, for I hae been thinkin' + lang to see ye. Sit ye doon.' + </p> + <p> + Betty rushed in, drying her hands on her apron. She had not heard him + enter. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh losh!' she cried, and put her wet apron to her eyes. 'Sic a man as + ye're grown, Robert! A puir body like me maunna be speykin to ye noo.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's nae odds in me, Betty,' returned Robert. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed but there is. Ye're sax feet an' a hairy ower, I s' warran'.' + </p> + <p> + 'I said there was nae odds i' me, Betty,' persisted Robert, laughing. + </p> + <p> + 'I kenna what may be in ye,' retorted Betty; 'but there's an unco' odds + upo' ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer tongue, Betty,' said her mistress. 'Ye oucht to ken better nor + stan' jawin' wi' young men. Fess mair o' the creamy cakes.' + </p> + <p> + 'Maybe Robert wad like a drappy o' parritch.' + </p> + <p> + 'Onything, Betty,' said Robert. 'I'm at deith's door wi' hunger.' + </p> + <p> + 'Rin, Betty, for the cakes. An' fess a loaf o' white breid; we canna bide + for the parritch.' + </p> + <p> + Robert fell to his breakfast, and while he ate—somewhat ravenously—he + told his grandmother the adventures of the night, and introduced the + question whether he might not ask Ericson to stay a few days with him. + </p> + <p> + 'Ony frien' o' yours, laddie,' she replied, qualifying her words only with + the addition—'gin he be a frien'.—Whaur is he noo?' + </p> + <p> + 'He's up at Miss Naper's.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots! What for didna ye fess him in wi' ye?—Betty!' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, grannie. The Napers are frien's o' his. We maunna interfere wi' + them. I'll gang up mysel' ance I hae had my brakfast.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, weel, laddie. Eh! I'm blythe to see ye! Hae ye gotten ony prizes + noo?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay have I. I'm sorry they're nae baith o' them the first. But I hae the + first o' ane an' the third o' the ither.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am pleased at that, Robert. Ye'll be a man some day gin ye haud frae + drink an' frae—frae leein'.' + </p> + <p> + 'I never tellt a lee i' my life, grannie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na. I dinna think 'at ever ye did.—An' what's that crater Shargar + aboot?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, jist gaein' to be a croon o' glory to ye, grannie. He vroucht like a + horse till Dr. Anderson took him by the han', an' sent him to the schuil. + An' he's gaein' to mak something o' 'im, or a' be dune. He's a fine + crater, Shargar.' + </p> + <p> + 'He tuik a munelicht flittin' frae here,' rejoined the old lady, in a tone + of offence. 'He micht hae said gude day to me, I think.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye see he was feart at ye, grannie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Feart at me, laddie! Wha ever was feart at me? I never feart onybody i' + my life.' + </p> + <p> + So little did the dear old lady know that she was a terror to her + neighbourhood!—simply because, being a law to herself, she would + therefore be a law to other people,—a conclusion that cannot be + concluded. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer's courtesy did not fail. Her grandson had ceased to be a + child; her responsibility had in so far ceased; her conscience was + relieved at being rid of it; and the humanity of her great heart came out + to greet the youth. She received Ericson with perfect hospitality, made + him at home as far as the stately respect she showed him would admit of + his being so, and confirmed in him the impression of her which Robert had + given him. They held many talks together; and such was the circumspection + of Ericson that, not saying a word he did not believe, he so said what he + did believe, or so avoided the points upon which they would have differed + seriously, that although his theology was of course far from satisfying + her, she yet affirmed her conviction that the root of the matter was in + him. This distressed Ericson, however, for he feared he must have been + deceitful, if not hypocritical. + </p> + <p> + It was with some grumbling that the Napiers, especially Miss Letty, parted + with him to Mrs. Falconer. The hearts of all three had so taken to the + youth, that he found himself more at home in that hostelry than anywhere + else in the world. Miss Letty was the only one that spoke lightly of him—she + even went so far as to make good-natured game of him sometimes—all + because she loved him more than the others—more indeed than she + cared to show, for fear of exposing 'an old woman's ridiculous fancy,' as + she called her predilection.—'A lang-leggit, prood, landless laird,' + she would say, with a moist glimmer in her loving eyes, 'wi' the maist + ridiculous feet ye ever saw—hardly room for the five taes atween the + twa! Losh!' + </p> + <p> + When Robert went forth into the streets, he was surprised to find how + friendly every one was. Even old William MacGregor shook him kindly by the + hand, inquired after his health, told him not to study too hard, informed + him that he had a copy of a queer old book that he would like to see, + &c., &c. Upon reflection Robert discovered the cause: though he + had scarcely gained a bursary, he had gained prizes; and in a little place + like Rothieden—long may there be such places!—everybody with + any brains at all took a share in the distinction he had merited. + </p> + <p> + Ericson stayed only a few days. He went back to the twilight of the north, + his fishy cousin, and his tutorship at Sir Olaf Petersen's. Robert + accompanied him ten miles on his journey, and would have gone further, but + that he was to play on his violin before Miss St. John the next day for + the first time. + </p> + <p> + When he told his grandmother of the appointment he had made, she only + remarked, in a tone of some satisfaction, + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, she's a fine lass, Miss St. John; and gin ye tak to ane anither, ye + canna do better.' + </p> + <p> + But Robert's thoughts were so different from Mrs. Falconer's that he did + not even suspect what she meant. He no more dreamed of marrying Miss St. + John than of marrying his forbidden grandmother. Yet she was no loss at + this period the ruling influence of his life; and if it had not been for + the benediction of her presence and power, this part of his history too + would have been torn by inward troubles. It is not good that a man should + batter day and night at the gate of heaven. Sometimes he can do nothing + else, and then nothing else is worth doing; but the very noise of the + siege will sometimes drown the still small voice that calls from the open + postern. There is a door wide to the jewelled wall not far from any one of + us, even when he least can find it. + </p> + <p> + Robert, however, notwithstanding the pedestal upon which Miss St. John + stood in his worshipping regard, began to be aware that his feeling + towards her was losing something of its placid flow, and I doubt whether + Miss St. John did not now and then see that in his face which made her + tremble a little, and doubt whether she stood on safe ground with a youth + just waking into manhood—tremble a little, not for herself, but for + him. Her fear would have found itself more than justified, if she had + surprised him kissing her glove, and then replacing it where he had found + it, with the air of one consciously guilty of presumption. + </p> + <p> + Possibly also Miss St. John may have had to confess to herself that had + she not had her history already, and been ten years his senior, she might + have found no little attraction in the noble bearing and handsome face of + young Falconer. The rest of his features had now grown into complete + harmony of relation with his whilom premature and therefore portentous + nose; his eyes glowed and gleamed with humanity, and his whole countenance + bore self-evident witness of being a true face and no mask, a revelation + of his individual being, and not a mere inheritance from a fine breed of + fathers and mothers. As it was, she could admire and love him without + danger of falling in love with him; but not without fear lest he should + not assume the correlative position. She saw no way of prevention, + however, without running a risk of worse. She shrunk altogether from + putting on anything; she abhorred tact, and pretence was impracticable + with Mary St. John. She resolved that if she saw any definite ground for + uneasiness she would return to England, and leave any impression she might + have made to wear out in her absence and silence. Things did not seem to + render this necessary yet. + </p> + <p> + Meantime the violin of the dead shoemaker blended its wails with the rich + harmonies of Mary St. John's piano, and the soul of Robert went forth upon + the level of the sound and hovered about the beauty of his friend. Oftener + than she approved was she drawn by Robert's eagerness into these consorts. + </p> + <p> + But the heart of the king is in the hands of the Lord. + </p> + <p> + While Robert thus once more for a season stood behind the cherub with the + flaming sword, Ericson was teaching two stiff-necked youths in a dreary + house in the midst of one of the moors of Caithness. One day he had a + slight attack of blood-spitting, and welcomed it as a sign from what + heaven there might be beyond the grave. + </p> + <p> + He had not received the consolation of Miss St. John without, although + unconsciously, leaving something in her mind in return. No human being has + ever been allowed to occupy the position of a pure benefactor. The + receiver has his turn, and becomes the giver. From her talk with Ericson, + and even more from the influence of his sad holy doubt, a fresh touch of + the actinism of the solar truth fell upon the living seed in her heart, + and her life burst forth afresh, began to bud in new questions that needed + answers, and new prayers that sought them. + </p> + <p> + But she never dreamed that Robert was capable of sympathy with such + thoughts and feelings: he was but a boy. Nor in power of dealing with + truth was he at all on the same level with her, for however poor he might + have considered her theories, she had led a life hitherto, had passed + through sorrow without bitterness, had done her duty without pride, had + hoped without conceit of favour, had, as she believed, heard the voice of + God saying, 'This is the way.' Hence she was not afraid when the mists of + prejudice began to rise from around her path, and reveal a country very + different from what she had fancied it. She was soon able to perceive that + it was far more lovely and full of righteousness and peace than she had + supposed. But this anticipates; only I shall have less occasion to speak + of Miss St. John by the time she has come into this purer air of the + uphill road. + </p> + <p> + Robert was happier than he ever could have expected to be in his + grandmother's house. She treated him like an honoured guest, let him do as + he would, and go where he pleased. Betty kept the gable-room in the best + of order for him, and, pattern of housemaids, dusted his table without + disturbing his papers. For he began to have papers; nor were they occupied + only with the mathematics to which he was now giving his chief attention, + preparing, with the occasional help of Mr. Innes, for his second session. + </p> + <p> + He had fits of wandering, though; visited all the old places; spent a week + or two more than once at Bodyfauld; rode Mr. Lammie's half-broke filly; + revelled in the glories of the summer once more; went out to tea + occasionally, or supped with the school-master; and, except going to + church on Sunday, which was a weariness to every inch of flesh upon his + bones, enjoyed everything. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0043"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. A GRAVE OPENED. + </h2> + <p> + One thing that troubled Robert on this his return home, was the discovery + that the surroundings of his childhood had deserted him. There they were, + as of yore, but they seemed to have nothing to say to him—no + remembrance of him. It was not that everything looked small and narrow; it + was not that the streets he saw from his new quarters, the gable-room, + were awfully still after the roar of Aberdeen, and a passing cart seemed + to shudder at the loneliness of the noise itself made; it was that + everything seemed to be conscious only of the past and care nothing for + him now. The very chairs with their inlaid backs had an embalmed look, and + stood as in a dream. He could pass even the walled-up door without + emotion, for all the feeling that had been gathered about the knob that + admitted him to Mary St. John, had transferred itself to the brass + bell-pull at her street-door. + </p> + <p> + But one day, after standing for a while at the window, looking down on the + street where he had first seen the beloved form of Ericson, a certain old + mood began to revive in him. He had been working at quadratic equations + all the morning; he had been foiled in the attempt to find the true + algebraic statement of a very tough question involving various ratios; + and, vexed with himself, he had risen to look out, as the only available + zeitvertreib. It was one of those rainy days of spring which it needs a + hopeful mood to distinguish from autumnal ones—dull, depressing, + persistent: there might be sunshine in Mercury or Venus—but on the + earth could be none, from his right hand round by India and America to his + left; and certainly there was none between—a mood to which all + sensitive people are liable who have not yet learned by faith in the + everlasting to rule their own spirits. Naturally enough his thoughts + turned to the place where he had suffered most—his old room in the + garret. Hitherto he had shrunk from visiting it; but now he turned away + from the window, went up the steep stairs, with their one sharp corkscrew + curve, pushed the door, which clung unwillingly to the floor, and entered. + It was a nothing of a place—with a window that looked only to + heaven. There was the empty bedstead against the wall, where he had so + often kneeled, sending forth vain prayers to a deaf heaven! Had they + indeed been vain prayers, and to a deaf heaven? or had they been prayers + which a hearing God must answer not according to the haste of the praying + child, but according to the calm course of his own infinite law of love? + </p> + <p> + Here, somehow or other, the things about him did not seem so much absorbed + in the past, notwithstanding those untroubled rows of papers bundled in + red tape. True, they looked almost awful in their lack of interest and + their non-humanity, for there is scarcely anything that absolutely loses + interest save the records of money; but his mother's workbox lay behind + them. And, strange to say, the side of that bed drew him to kneel down: he + did not yet believe that prayer was in vain. If God had not answered him + before, that gave no certainty that he would not answer him now. It was, + he found, still as rational as it had ever been to hope that God would + answer the man that cried to him. This came, I think, from the fact that + God had been answering him all the time, although he had not recognized + his gifts as answers. Had he not given him Ericson, his intercourse with + whom and his familiarity with whose doubts had done anything but quench + his thirst after the higher life? For Ericson's, like his own, were true + and good and reverent doubts, not merely consistent with but in a great + measure springing from devoutness and aspiration. Surely such doubts are + far more precious in the sight of God than many beliefs? + </p> + <p> + He kneeled and sent forth one cry after the Father, arose, and turned + towards the shelves, removed some of the bundles of letters, and drew out + his mother's little box. + </p> + <p> + There lay the miniature, still and open-eyed as he had left it. There too + lay the bit of paper, brown and dry, with the hymn and the few words of + sorrow written thereon. He looked at the portrait, but did not open the + folded paper. Then first he thought whether there might not be something + more in the box: what he had taken for the bottom seemed to be a tray. He + lifted it by two little ears of ribbon, and there, underneath, lay a + letter addressed to his father, in the same old-fashioned handwriting as + the hymn. It was sealed with brown wax, full of spangles, impressed with a + bush of something—he could not tell whether rushes or reeds or + flags. Of course he dared not open it. His holy mother's words to his + erring father must be sacred even from the eyes of their son. But what + other or fitter messenger than himself could bear it to its destination? + It was for this that he had been guided to it. + </p> + <p> + For years he had regarded the finding of his father as the first duty of + his manhood: it was as if his mother had now given her sanction to the + quest, with this letter to carry to the husband who, however he might have + erred, was yet dear to her. He replaced it in the box, but the box no more + on the forsaken shelf with its dreary barricade of soulless records. He + carried it with him, and laid it in the bottom of his box, which + henceforth he kept carefully locked: there lay as it were the pledge of + his father's salvation, and his mother's redemption from an eternal grief. + </p> + <p> + He turned to his equation: it had cleared itself up; he worked it out in + five minutes. Betty came to tell him that the dinner was ready, and he + went down, peaceful and hopeful, to his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + While at home he never worked in the evenings: it was bad enough to have + to do so at college. Hence nature had a chance with him again. Blessings + on the wintry blasts that broke into the first youth of Summer! They made + him feel what summer was! Blessings on the cheerless days of rain, and + even of sleet and hail, that would shove the reluctant year back into + January. The fair face of Spring, with her tears dropping upon her + quenchless smiles, peeped in suppressed triumph from behind the growing + corn and the budding sallows on the river-bank. Nay, even when the snow + came once more in defiance of calendars, it was but a background from + which the near genesis should 'stick fiery off.' + </p> + <p> + In general he had a lonely walk after his lesson with Miss St. John was + over: there was no one at Rothieden to whom his heart and intellect both + were sufficiently drawn to make a close friendship possible. He had + companions, however: Ericson had left his papers with him. The influence + of these led him into yet closer sympathy with Nature and all her moods; a + sympathy which, even in the stony heart of London, he not only did not + lose but never ceased to feel. Even there a breath of wind would not only + breathe upon him, it would breathe into him; and a sunset seen from the + Strand was lovely as if it had hung over rainbow seas. On his way home he + would often go into one of the shops where the neighbours congregated in + the evenings, and hold a little talk; and although, with Miss St. John + filling his heart, his friend's poems his imagination, and geometry and + algebra his intellect, great was the contrast between his own inner mood + and the words by which he kept up human relations with his townsfolk, yet + in after years he counted it one of the greatest blessings of a lowly + birth and education that he knew hearts and feelings which to understand + one must have been young amongst them. He would not have had a chance of + knowing such as these if he had been the son of Dr. Anderson and born in + Aberdeen. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0044"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. ROBERT MEDIATES. + </h2> + <p> + One lovely evening in the first of the summer Miss St. John had dismissed + him earlier than usual, and he had wandered out for a walk. After a round + of a couple of miles, he returned by a fir-wood, through which went a + pathway. He had heard Mary St. John say that she was going to see the wife + of a labourer who lived at the end of this path. In the heart of the trees + it was growing very dusky; but when he came to a spot where they stood + away from each other a little space, and the blue sky looked in from above + with one cloud floating in it from which the rose of the sunset was + fading, he seated himself on a little mound of moss that had gathered over + an ancient stump by the footpath, and drew out his friend's papers. + Absorbed in his reading, he was not aware of an approach till the rustle + of silk startled him. He lifted up his eyes, and saw Miss St. John a few + yards from him on the pathway. He rose. + </p> + <p> + 'It's almost too dark to read now, isn't it, Robert?' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'Ah!' said. Robert, 'I know this writing so well that I could read it by + moonlight. I wish I might read some of it to you. You would like it.' + </p> + <p> + 'May I ask whose it is, then? Poetry, too!' + </p> + <p> + 'It's Mr. Ericson's. But I'm feared he wouldna like me to read it to + anybody but myself. And yet—' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't think he would mind me,' returned Miss St. John. 'I do know him a + little. It is not as if I were quite a stranger, you know. Did he tell you + not?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. But then he never thought of such a thing. I don't know if it's fair, + for they are carelessly written, and there are words and lines here and + there that I am sure he would alter if he cared for them ae hair.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then if he doesn't care for them, he won't mind my hearing them. There!' + she said, seating herself on the stump. 'You sit down on the grass and + read me—one at least.' + </p> + <p> + 'You'll remember they were never intended to be read?' urged Robert, not + knowing what he was doing, and so fulfilling his destiny. + </p> + <p> + 'I will be as jealous of his honour as ever you can wish,' answered Miss + St. John gaily. + </p> + <p> + Robert laid himself on the grass at her feet, and read:— + </p> + <p> + MY TWO GENIUSES. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + One is a slow and melancholy maid: + I know not if she cometh from the skies, + Or from the sleepy gulfs, but she will rise + Often before me in the twilight shade + Holding a bunch of poppies, and a blade + Of springing wheat: prostrate my body lies + Before her on the turf, the while she ties + A fillet of the weed about my head; + And in the gaps of sleep I seem to hear + A gentle rustle like the stir of corn, + And words like odours thronging to my ear: + 'Lie still, beloved, still until the morn; + Lie still with me upon this rolling sphere, + Still till the judgment—thou art faint and worn.' + + The other meets me in the public throng: + Her hair streams backward from her loose attire; + She hath a trumpet and an eye of fire; + She points me downward steadily and long— + 'There is thy grave—arise, my son, be strong! + Hands are upon thy crown; awake, aspire + To immortality; heed not the lyre + Of the enchantress, nor her poppy-song; + But in the stillness of the summer calm, + Tremble for what is godlike in thy being. + Listen awhile, and thou shalt hear the psalm + Of victory sung by creatures past thy seeing; + And from far battle-fields there comes the neighing + Of dreadful onset, though the air is balm.' + + Maid with the poppies, must I let thee go? + Alas! I may not; thou art likewise dear; + I am but human, and thou hast a tear, + When she hath nought but splendour, and the glow + Of a wild energy that mocks the flow + Of the poor sympathies which keep us here. + Lay past thy poppies, and come twice as near, + And I will teach thee, and thou too shalt grow; + And thou shalt walk with me in open day + Through the rough thoroughfares with quiet grace; + And the wild-visaged maid shall lead the way, + Timing her footsteps to a gentler pace, + As her great orbs turn ever on thy face, + Drinking in draughts of loving help alway. +</pre> + <p> + Miss St. John did not speak. + </p> + <p> + 'War ye able to follow him?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Quite, I assure you,' she answered, with a tremulousness in her voice + which delighted Robert as evidence of his friend's success. + </p> + <p> + 'But they're nae a' so easy to follow, I can tell ye, mem. Just hearken to + this,' he said, with some excitement. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + When the storm was proudest, + And the wind was loudest, + I heard the hollow caverns drinking down below; + When the stars were bright, + And the ground was white, + I heard the grasses springing underneath the snow. + + Many voices spake— + The river to the lake, + The iron-ribbed sky was talking to the sea; + And every starry spark + Made music with the dark, + And said how bright and beautiful everything must be. +</pre> + <p> + 'That line, mem,' remarked Robert, ''s only jist scrattit in, as gin he + had no intention o' leavin' 't, an' only set it there to keep room for + anither. But we'll jist gang on wi' the lave o' 't. I ouchtna to hae + interruppit it.' + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + When the sun was setting, + All the clouds were getting + Beautiful and silvery in the rising moon; + Beneath the leafless trees + Wrangling in the breeze, + I could hardly see them for the leaves of June. + + When the day had ended, + And the night descended, + I heard the sound of streams that I heard not through the day + And every peak afar, + Was ready for a star, + And they climbed and rolled around until the morning gray. + + Then slumber soft and holy + Came down upon me slowly; + And I went I know not whither, and I lived I know not how; + My glory had been banished, + For when I woke it vanished, + But I waited on it's coming, and I am waiting now. +</pre> + <p> + 'There!' said Robert, ending, 'can ye mak onything o' that, Miss St. + John?' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't say I can in words,' she answered; 'but I think I could put it + all into music.' + </p> + <p> + 'But surely ye maun hae some notion o' what it's aboot afore you can do + that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes; but I have some notion of what it's about, I think. Just lend it to + me; and by the time we have our next lesson, you will see whether I'm not + able to show you I understand it. I shall take good care of it,' she + added, with a smile, seeing Robert's reluctance to part with it. 'It + doesn't matter my having it, you know, now that you've read it to me, I + want to make you do it justice.—But it's quite time I were going + home. Besides, I really don't think you can see to read any more.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, it's better no to try, though I hae them maistly upo' my tongue: I + might blunder, and that wad blaud them.—Will you let me go home with + you?' he added, in pure tremulous English. + </p> + <p> + 'Certainly, if you like,' she answered; and they walked towards the town. + </p> + <p> + Robert opened the fountain of his love for Ericson, and let it gush like a + river from a hillside. He talked on and on about him, with admiration, + gratitude, devotion. And Miss St. John was glad of the veil of the + twilight over her face as she listened, for the boy's enthusiasm trembled + through her as the wind through an Æolian harp. Poor Robert! He did not + know, I say, what he was doing, and so was fulfilling his sacred destiny. + </p> + <p> + 'Bring your manuscripts when you come next,' she said, as they walked + along—gently adding, 'I admire your friend's verses very much, and + should like to hear more of them.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll be sure an' do that,' answered Robert, in delight that he had found + one to sympathize with him in his worship of Ericson, and that one his + other idol. + </p> + <p> + When they reached the town, Miss St. John, calling to mind its natural + propensity to gossip, especially on the evening of a market-day, when the + shopkeepers, their labours over, would be standing in a speculative mood + at their doors, surrounded by groups of friends and neighbours, felt shy + of showing herself on the square with Robert, and proposed that they + should part, giving as a by-the-bye reason that she had a little shopping + to do as she went home. Too simple to suspect the real reason, but with a + heart that delighted in obedience, Robert bade her good-night at once, and + took another way. + </p> + <p> + As he passed the door of Merson the haberdasher's shop, there stood + William MacGregor, the weaver, looking at nothing and doing nothing. We + have seen something of him before: he was a remarkable compound of good + nature and bad temper. People were generally afraid of him, because he had + a biting satire at his command, amounting even to wit, which found vent in + verse—not altogether despicable even from a literary point of view. + The only person he, on his part, was afraid of, was his own wife; for upon + her, from lack of apprehension, his keenest irony fell, as he said, like + water on a duck's back, and in respect of her he had, therefore, no weapon + of offence to strike terror withal. Her dulness was her defence. He liked + Robert. When he saw him, he wakened up, laid hold of him by the button, + and drew him in. + </p> + <p> + 'Come in, lad,' he said, 'an' tak a pinch. I'm waitin' for Merson.' As he + spoke he took from his pocket his mull, made of the end of a ram's horn, + and presented it to Robert, who accepted the pledge of friendship. While + he was partaking, MacGregor drew himself with some effort upon the + counter, saying in a half-comical, half-admonitory tone, + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, and hoo's the mathematics, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'Thrivin',' answered Robert, falling into his humour. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, that's verra weel. Duv ye min', Robert, hoo, whan ye was aboot the + age o' aucht year aul', ye cam to me ance at my shop aboot something yer + gran'mither, honest woman, wantit, an' I, by way o' takin' my fun o' ye, + said to ye, “Robert, ye hae grown desperate; ye're a man clean; ye hae + gotten the breeks on.” An' says ye, “Ay, Mr. MacGregor, I want naething + noo but a watch an' a wife”?' + </p> + <p> + 'I doobt I've forgotten a' aboot it, Mr. MacGregor,' answered Robert. 'But + I've made some progress, accordin' to your story, for Dr. Anderson, afore + I cam hame, gae me a watch. An' a fine crater it is, for it aye does its + best, an' sae I excuse its shortcomin's.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's just ae thing, an' nae anither,' returned the manufacturer, 'that + I cannot excuse in a watch. Gin a watch gangs ower fest, ye fin' 't oot. + Gin she gangs ower slow, ye fin' 't oot, an' ye can aye calculate upo' 't + correck eneuch for maitters sublunairy, as Mr. Maccleary says. An' gin a + watch stops a'thegither, ye ken it's failin', an' ye ken whaur it sticks, + an' a' 'at ye say 's “Tut, tut, de'il hae 't for a watch!” But there's ae + thing that God nor man canna bide in a watch, an' that's whan it stan's + still for a bittock, an' syne gangs on again. Ay, ay! tic, tic, tic! wi' a + fair face and a leein' hert. It wad gar ye believe it was a' richt, and + time for anither tum'ler, whan it's twal o'clock, an' the kirkyaird fowk + thinkin' aboot risin'. Fegs, I had a watch o' my father's, an' I regairdit + it wi' a reverence mair like a human bein': the second time it played me + that pliskie, I dang oot its guts upo' the loupin'-on-stane at the door o' + the chop. But lat the watch sit: whaur's the wife? Ye canna be a man yet + wantin' the wife—by yer ain statement.' + </p> + <p> + 'The watch cam unsoucht, Mr. MacGregor, an' I'm thinkin' sae maun the + wife,' answered Robert, laughing. + </p> + <p> + 'Preserve me for ane frae a wife that comes unsoucht,' returned the + weaver. 'But, my lad, there may be some wives that winna come whan they + are soucht. Preserve me frae them too!—Noo, maybe ye dinna ken what + I mean—but tak ye tent what ye're aboot. Dinna ye think 'at ilka + bonnie lass 'at may like to haud a wark wi' ye 's jist ready to mairry ye + aff han' whan ye say, “Noo, my dawtie.”—An' ae word mair, Robert: + Young men, especially braw lads like yersel', 's unco ready to fa' in love + wi' women fit to be their mithers. An' sae ye see—' + </p> + <p> + He was interrupted by the entrance of a girl. She had a shawl over her + head, notwithstanding it was summer weather, and crept in hesitatingly, as + if she were not quite at one with herself as to her coming purchase. + Approaching a boy behind the counter on the opposite side of the shop, she + asked for something, and he proceeded to serve her. Robert could not help + thinking, from the one glimpse of her face he had got through the dusk, + that he had seen her before. Suddenly the vision of an earthen floor with + a pool of brown sunlight upon it, bare feet, brown hair, and soft eyes, + mingled with a musk odour wafted from Arabian fairyland, rose before him: + it was Jessie Hewson. + </p> + <p> + 'I ken that lassie,' he said, and moved to get down from the counter on + which he too had seated himself. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na,' whispered the manufacturer, laying, like the Ancient Mariner, a + brown skinny hand of restraint upon Robert's arm—'na, na, never heed + her. Ye maunna speyk to ilka lass 'at ye ken.—Poor thing! she's been + doin' something wrang, to gang slinkin' aboot i' the gloamin' like a + baukie (bat), wi' her plaid ower her heid. Dinna fash wi' her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nonsense!' returned Robert, with indignation. 'What for shouldna I speik + till her? She's a decent lassie—a dochter o' James Hewson, the + cottar at Bodyfauld. I ken her fine.' + </p> + <p> + He said this in a whisper; but the girl seemed to hear it, for she left + the shop with a perturbation which the dimness of the late twilight could + not conceal. Robert hesitated no longer, but followed her, heedless of the + louder expostulations of MacGregor. She was speeding away down the street, + but he took longer strides than she, and was almost up with her, when she + drew her shawl closer about her head, and increased her pace. + </p> + <p> + 'Jessie!' said Robert, in a tone of expostulation. But she made no answer. + Her head sunk lower on her bosom, and she hurried yet faster. He gave a + long stride or two and laid his hand on her shoulder. She stood still, + trembling. + </p> + <p> + 'Jessie, dinna ye ken me—Robert Faukner? Dinna be feart at me. + What's the maitter wi' ye, 'at ye winna speik till a body? Hoo's a' the + fowk at hame?' + </p> + <p> + She burst out crying, cast one look into Robert's face, and fled. What a + change was in that face? The peach-colour was gone from her cheek; it was + pale and thin. Her eyes were hollow, with dark shadows under them, the + shadows of a sad sunset. A foreboding of the truth arose in his heart, and + the tears rushed up into his eyes. The next moment the eidolon of Mary St. + John, moving gracious and strong, clothed in worship and the dignity which + is its own defence, appeared beside that of Jessie Hewson, her bowed head + shaken with sobs, and her weak limbs urged to ungraceful flight. As if + walking in the vision of an eternal truth, he went straight to Captain + Forsyth's door. + </p> + <p> + 'I want to speak to Miss St. John, Isie,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'She'll be doon in a minit.' + </p> + <p> + 'But isna yer mistress i' the drawin'-room?—I dinna want to see + her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, weel,' said the girl, who was almost fresh from the country, 'jist + rin up the stair, an' chap at the door o' her room.' + </p> + <p> + With the simplicity of a child, for what a girl told him to do must be + right, Robert sped up the stair, his heart going like a fire-engine. He + had never approached Mary's room from this side, but instinct or something + else led him straight to her door. He knocked. + </p> + <p> + 'Come in,' she said, never doubting it was the maid, and Robert entered. + </p> + <p> + She was brushing her hair by the light of a chamber candle. Robert was + seized with awe, and his limbs trembled. He could have kneeled before her—not + to beg forgiveness, he did not think of that—but to worship, as a + man may worship a woman. It is only a strong, pure heart like Robert's + that ever can feel all the inroad of the divine mystery of womanhood. But + he did not kneel. He had a duty to perform. A flush rose in Miss St. + John's face, and sank away, leaving it pale. It was not that she thought + once of her own condition, with her hair loose on her shoulders, but, able + only to conjecture what had brought him thither, she could not but regard + Robert's presence with dismay. She stood with her ivory brush in her right + hand uplifted, and a great handful of hair in her left. She was soon + relieved, however, although what with his contemplated intercession, the + dim vision of Mary's lovely face between the masses of her hair, and the + lavender odour that filled the room—perhaps also a faint suspicion + of impropriety sufficient to give force to the rest—Robert was + thrown back into the abyss of his mother-tongue, and out of this abyss + talked like a Behemoth. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert!' said Mary, in a tone which, had he not been so eager after his + end, he might have interpreted as one of displeasure. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye maun hearken till me, mem.—Whan I was oot at Bodyfauld,' he + began methodically, and Mary, bewildered, gave one hasty brush to her + handful of hair and again stood still: she could imagine no connection + between this meeting and their late parting—'Whan I was was oot at + Bodyfauld ae simmer, I grew acquant wi' a bonnie lassie there, the dochter + o' Jeames Hewson, an honest cottar, wi' Shakspeare an' the Arabian Nichts + upo' a skelf i' the hoose wi' 'im. I gaed in ae day whan I wasna weel; an' + she jist ministert to me, as nane ever did but yersel', mem. An' she was + that kin' an' mither-like to the wee bit greitin' bairnie 'at she had to + tak care o' 'cause her mither was oot wi' the lave shearin'! Her face was + jist like a simmer day, an' weel I likit the luik o' the lassie!—I + met her again the nicht. Ye never saw sic a change. A white face, an' + nothing but greitin' to come oot o' her. She ran frae me as gin I had been + the de'il himsel'. An' the thocht o' you, sae bonnie an' straucht an' + gran', cam ower me.' + </p> + <p> + Yielding to a masterful impulse, Robert did kneel now. As if sinner, and + not mediator, he pressed the hem of her garment to his lips. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna be angry at me, Miss St. John,' he pleaded, 'but be mercifu' to the + lassie. Wha's to help her that can no more luik a man i' the face, but the + clear-e'ed lass that wad luik the sun himsel' oot o' the lift gin he + daured to say a word against her. It's ae woman that can uphaud anither. + Ye ken what I mean, an' I needna say mair.' + </p> + <p> + He rose and turned to leave the room. + </p> + <p> + Bewildered and doubtful, Miss St. John did not know what to answer, but + felt that she must make some reply. + </p> + <p> + 'You haven't told me where to find the girl, or what you want me to do + with her.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll fin' oot whaur she bides,' he said, moving again towards the door. + </p> + <p> + 'But what am I to do with her, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'That's your pairt. Ye maun fin' oot what to do wi' her. I canna tell ye + that. But gin I was you, I wad gie her a kiss to begin wi'. She's nane o' + yer brazen-faced hizzies, yon. A kiss wad be the savin' o' her.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you may be—. But I have nothing to go upon. She would resent my + interference.' + </p> + <p> + 'She's past resentin' onything. She was gaein' aboot the toon like ane o' + the deid 'at hae naething to say to onybody, an' naebody onything to say + to them. Gin she gangs on like that she'll no be alive lang.' + </p> + <p> + That night Jessie Hewson disappeared. A mile or two up the river under a + high bank, from which the main current had receded, lay an awful, swampy + place—full of reeds, except in the middle where was one round space + full of dark water and mud. Near this Jessie Hewson was seen about an hour + after Robert had thus pled for her with his angel. + </p> + <p> + The event made a deep impression upon Robert. The last time that he saw + them, James and his wife were as cheerful as usual, and gave him a hearty + welcome. Jessie was in service, and doing well, they said. The next time + he opened the door of the cottage it was like the entrance to a haunted + tomb. Not a smile was in the place. James's cheeriness was all gone. He + was sitting at the table with his head leaning on his hand. His Bible was + open before him, but he was not reading a word. His wife was moving + listlessly about. They looked just as Jessie had looked that night—as + if they had died long ago, but somehow or other could not get into their + graves and be at rest. The child Jessie had nursed with such care was + toddling about, looking rueful with loss. George had gone to America, and + the whole of that family's joy had vanished from the earth. + </p> + <p> + The subject was not resumed between Miss St. John and Robert. The next + time he saw her, he knew by her pale troubled face that she had heard the + report that filled the town; and she knew by his silence that it had + indeed reference to the same girl of whom he had spoken to her. The music + would not go right that evening. Mary was distraite, and Robert was + troubled. It was a week or two before there came a change. When the turn + did come, over his being love rushed up like a spring-tide from the ocean + of the Infinite. + </p> + <p> + He was accompanying her piano with his violin. He made blunders, and her + playing was out of heart. They stopped as by consent, and a moment's + silence followed. All at once she broke out with something Robert had + never heard before. He soon found that it was a fantasy upon Ericson's + poem. Ever through a troubled harmony ran a silver thread of melody from + far away. It was the caverns drinking from the tempest overhead, the + grasses growing under the snow, the stars making music with the dark, the + streams filling the night with the sounds the day had quenched, the + whispering call of the dreams left behind in 'the fields of sleep,'—in + a word, the central life pulsing in aeonian peace through the outer + ephemeral storms. At length her voice took up the theme. The silvery + thread became song, and through all the opposing, supporting harmonies she + led it to the solution of a close in which the only sorrow was in the + music itself, for its very life is an 'endless ending.' She found Robert + kneeling by her side. As she turned from the instrument his head drooped + over her knee. She laid her hand on his clustering curls, bethought + herself, and left the room. Robert wandered out as in a dream. At midnight + he found himself on a solitary hill-top, seated in the heather, with a few + tiny fir-trees about him, and the sounds of a wind, ethereal as the stars + overhead, flowing through their branches: he heard the sound of it, but it + did not touch him. + </p> + <p> + Where was God? + </p> + <p> + In him and his question. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0045"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. ERICSON LOSES TO WIN. + </h2> + <p> + If Mary St. John had been an ordinary woman, and if, notwithstanding, + Robert had been in love with her, he would have done very little in + preparation for the coming session. But although she now possessed him, + although at times he only knew himself as loving her, there was such a + mountain air of calm about her, such an outgoing divinity of peace, such a + largely moulded harmony of being, that he could not love her otherwise + than grandly. For her sake, weary with loving her, he would yet turn to + his work, and, to be worthy of her, or rather, for he never dreamed of + being worthy of her, to be worthy of leave to love her, would forget her + enough to lay hold of some abstract truth of lines, angles, or symbols. A + strange way of being in love, reader? You think so? I would there were + more love like it: the world would be centuries nearer its redemption if a + millionth part of the love in it were of the sort. All I insist, however, + on my reader's believing is, that it showed, in a youth like Robert, not + less but more love that he could go against love's sweetness for the sake + of love's greatness. Literally, not figuratively, Robert would kiss the + place where her foot had trod; but I know that once he rose from such a + kiss 'to trace the hyperbola by means of a string.' + </p> + <p> + It had been arranged between Ericson and Robert, in Miss Napier's parlour, + the old lady knitting beside, that Ericson should start, if possible, a + week earlier than usual, and spend the difference with Robert at + Rothieden. But then the old lady had opened her mouth and spoken. And I + firmly believe, though little sign of tenderness passed between them, it + was with an elder sister's feeling for Letty's admiration of the 'lan'less + laird,' that she said as follows:— + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna ye think, Mr. Ericson, it wad be but fair to come to us neist time? + Mistress Faukner, honest lady, an' lang hae I kent her, 's no sae auld a + frien' to you, Mr. Ericson, as oorsel's—nae offence to her, ye ken. + A'body canna be frien's to a'body, ane as lang 's anither, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed I maun alloo, Miss Naper,' interposed Robert, 'it's only fair. Ye + see, Mr. Ericson, I cud see as muckle o' ye almost, the tae way as the + tither. Miss Naper maks me welcome as weel's you.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' I will mak ye welcome, Robert, as lang's ye're a gude lad, as ye are, + and gang na efter—nae ill gait. But lat me hear o' yer doin' as sae + mony young gentlemen do, espeacially whan they're ta'en up by their rich + relations, an', public-hoose as this is, I'll close the door o' 't i' yer + face.' + </p> + <p> + 'Bless me, Miss Naper!' said Robert, 'what hae I dune to set ye at me that + gait? Faith, I dinna ken what ye mean.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nae mair do I, laddie. I hae naething against ye whatever. Only ye see + auld fowk luiks aheid, an' wad fain be as sure o' what's to come as o' + what's gane.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye maun bide for that, I doobt,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Laddie,' retorted Miss Napier, 'ye hae mair sense nor ye hae ony richt + till. Haud the tongue o' ye. Mr. Ericson 's to come here neist.' + </p> + <p> + And the old lady laughed such good humour into her stocking-sole, that the + foot destined to wear it ought never to have been cold while it lasted. So + it was then settled; and a week before Robert was to start for Aberdeen, + Ericson walked into The Boar's Head. Half-an-hour after that, Crookit + Caumill was shown into the ga'le-room with the message to Maister Robert + that Maister Ericson was come, and wanted to see him. + </p> + <p> + Robert pitched Hutton's Mathematics into the grate, sprung to his feet, + all but embraced Crookit Caumill on the spot, and was deterred only by the + perturbed look the man wore. Crookit Caumill was a very human creature, + and hadn't a fault but the drink, Miss Napier said. And very little of + that he would have had if she had been as active as she was willing. + </p> + <p> + 'What's the maitter, Caumill?' asked Robert, in considerable alarm. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, naething, sir,' returned Campbell. + </p> + <p> + 'What gars ye look like that, than?' insisted Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, naething. But whan Miss Letty cried doon the close upo' me, she had + her awpron till her een, an' I thocht something bude to be wrang; but I + hadna the hert to speir.' + </p> + <p> + Robert darted to the door, and rushed to the inn, leaving Caumill + describing iambi on the road behind him. + </p> + <p> + When he reached The Boar's Head there was nobody to be seen. He darted up + the stair to the room where he had first waited upon Ericson. + </p> + <p> + Three or four maids stood at the door. He asked no question, but went in, + a dreadful fear at his heart. Two of the sisters and Dr. Gow stood by the + bed. + </p> + <p> + Ericson lay upon it, clear-eyed, and still. His cheek was flushed. The + doctor looked round as Robert entered. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert,' he said, 'you must keep your friend here quiet. He's broken a + blood-vessel—walked too much, I suppose. He'll be all right soon, I + hope; but we can't be too careful. Keep him quiet—that's the main + thing. He mustn't speak a word.' + </p> + <p> + So saying he took his leave. + </p> + <p> + Ericson held out his thin hand. Robert grasped it. Ericson's lips moved as + if he would speak. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna speik, Mr. Ericson,' said Miss Letty, whose tears were flowing + unheeded down her cheeks, 'dinna speik. We a' ken what ye mean an' what ye + want wi'oot that.' + </p> + <p> + Then she turned to Robert, and said in a whisper, + </p> + <p> + 'Dr. Gow wadna hae ye sent for; but I kent weel eneuch 'at he wad be a' + the quaieter gin ye war here. Jist gie a chap upo' the flure gin ye want + onything, an' I'll be wi' ye in twa seconds.' + </p> + <p> + The sisters went away. Robert drew a chair beside the bed, and once more + was nurse to his friend. The doctor had already bled him at the arm: such + was the ordinary mode of treatment then. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely was he seated, when Ericson spoke—a smile flickering over + his worn face. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, my boy,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna speak,' said Robert, in alarm; 'dinna speak, Mr. Ericson.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nonsense,' returned Ericson, feebly. 'They're making a work about + nothing. I've done as much twenty times since I saw you last, and I'm not + dead yet. But I think it's coming.' + </p> + <p> + 'What's coming?' asked Robert, rising in alarm. + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing,' answered Ericson, soothingly,—'only death.—I should + like to see Miss St. John once before I die. Do you think she would come + and see me if I were really dying?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm sure she wad. But gin ye speik like this, Miss Letty winna lat me + come near ye, no to say her. Oh, Mr. Ericson! gin ye dee, I sanna care to + live.' + </p> + <p> + Bethinking himself that such was not the way to keep Ericson quiet, he + repressed his emotion, sat down behind the curtain, and was silent. + Ericson fell fast asleep. Robert crept from the room, and telling Miss + Letty that he would return presently, went to Miss St. John. + </p> + <p> + 'How can I go to Aberdeen without him?' he thought as he walked down the + street. + </p> + <p> + Neither was a guide to the other; but the questioning of two may give just + the needful points by which the parallax of a truth may be gained. + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Ericson's here, Miss St. John,' he said, the moment he was shown into + her presence. + </p> + <p> + Her face flushed. Robert had never seen her look so beautiful. + </p> + <p> + 'He's verra ill,' he added. + </p> + <p> + Her face grew pale—very pale. + </p> + <p> + 'He asked if I thought you would go and see him—that is if he were + going to die.' + </p> + <p> + A sunset flush, but faint as on the clouds of the east, rose over her + pallor. + </p> + <p> + 'I will go at once,' she said, rising. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na,' returned Robert, hastily. 'It has to be manage. It's no to be + dune a' in a hurry. For ae thing, there's Dr. Gow says he maunna speak ae + word; and for anither, there's Miss Letty 'ill jist be like a watch-dog to + haud a'body oot ower frae 'im. We maun bide oor time. But gin ye say ye'll + gang, that 'll content him i' the meantime. I'll tell him.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will go any moment,' she said. 'Is he very ill?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm afraid he is. I doobt I'll hae to gang to Aberdeen withoot him.' + </p> + <p> + A week after, though he was better, his going was out of the question. + Robert wanted to stay with him, but he would not hear of it. He would + follow in a week or so, he said, and Robert must start fair with the rest + of the semies. + </p> + <p> + But all the removal he was ever able to bear was to the 'red room,' the + best in the house, opening, as I have already mentioned, from an outside + stair in the archway. They put up a great screen inside the door, and + there the lan'less laird lay like a lord. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0046"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. SHARGAR ASPIRES. + </h2> + <p> + Robert's heart was dreary when he got on the box-seat of the mail-coach at + Rothieden—it was yet drearier when he got down at The Royal Hotel in + the street of Ben Accord—and it was dreariest of all when he turned + his back on Ericson's, and entered his own room at Mrs. Fyvie's. + </p> + <p> + Shargar had met him at the coach. Robert had scarcely a word to say to + him. And Shargar felt as dreary as Robert when he saw him sit down, and + lay his head on the table without a word. + </p> + <p> + 'What's the maitter wi' ye, Robert?' he faltered out at last. 'Gin ye + dinna speyk to me, I'll cut my throat. I will, faith!' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer tongue wi' yer nonsense, Shargar. Mr. Ericson's deein'.' + </p> + <p> + 'O lord!' said Shargar, and said nothing more for the space of ten + minutes. + </p> + <p> + Then he spoke again—slowly and sententiously. + </p> + <p> + 'He hadna you to tak care o' him, Robert. Whaur is he?' + </p> + <p> + 'At The Boar's Heid.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's weel. He'll be luikit efter there.' + </p> + <p> + 'A body wad like to hae their ain han' in 't, Shargar.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay. I wiss we had him here again.' + </p> + <p> + The ice of trouble thus broken, the stream of talk flowed more freely. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo are ye gettin' on at the schule, man?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Nae that ill,' answered Shargar. 'I was at the heid o' my class yesterday + for five meenits.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' hoo did ye like it?' + </p> + <p> + 'Man, it was fine. I thocht I was a gentleman a' at ance.' + </p> + <p> + 'Haud ye at it, man,' said Robert, as if from the heights of age and + experience, 'and maybe ye will be a gentleman some day.' + </p> + <p> + 'Is 't poassible, Robert? A crater like me grow intil a gentleman?' said + Shargar, with wide eyes. + </p> + <p> + 'What for no?' returned Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, man!' said Shargar. + </p> + <p> + He stood up, sat down again, and was silent. + </p> + <p> + 'For ae thing,' resumed Robert, after a pause, during which he had been + pondering upon the possibilities of Shargar's future—'for ae thing, + I doobt whether Dr. Anderson wad hae ta'en ony fash aboot ye, gin he hadna + thocht ye had the makin' o' a gentleman i' ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, man!' said Shargar. + </p> + <p> + He stood up again, sat down again, and was finally silent. + </p> + <p> + Next day Robert went to see Dr. Anderson, and told him about Ericson. The + doctor shook his head, as doctors have done in such cases from Æsculapius + downwards. Robert pressed no further questions. + </p> + <p> + 'Will he be taken care of where he is?' asked the doctor. + </p> + <p> + 'Guid care o',' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Has he any money, do you think?' + </p> + <p> + 'I hae nae doobt he has some, for he's been teachin' a' the summer. The + like o' him maun an' will work whether they're fit or no.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, at all events, you write, Robert, and give him the hint that he's + not to fash himself about money, for I have more than he'll want. And you + may just take the hint yourself at the same time, Robert, my boy,' he + added in, if possible, a yet kinder tone. + </p> + <p> + Robert's way of showing gratitude was the best way of all. He returned + kindness with faith. + </p> + <p> + 'Gin I be in ony want, doctor, I'll jist rin to ye at ance. An' gin I want + ower muckle ye maun jist say na.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's a good fellow. You take things as a body means them.' + </p> + <p> + 'But hae ye naething ye wad like me to do for ye this session, sir?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. I won't have you do anything but your own work. You have more to do + than you had last year. Mind your work; and as often as you get tired over + your books, shut them up and come to me. You may bring Shargar with you + sometimes, but we must take care and not make too much of him all at + once.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ay, doctor. But he's a fine crater, Shargar, an' I dinna think he'll + be that easy to blaud. What do you think he's turnin' ower i' that reid + heid o' his noo?' + </p> + <p> + 'I can't tell that. But there's something to come out of the red head, I + do believe. What is he thinking of?' + </p> + <p> + 'Whether it be possible for him ever to be a gentleman. Noo I tak that for + a good sign i' the likes o' him.' + </p> + <p> + 'No doubt of it. What did you say to him?' + </p> + <p> + 'I tellt him 'at hoo I didna think ye wad hae ta'en sae muckle fash gin ye + hadna had some houps o' the kin' aboot him.' + </p> + <p> + 'You said well. Tell him from me that I expect him to be a gentleman. And + by the way, Robert, do try a little, as I think I said to you once before, + to speak English. I don't mean that you should give up Scotch, you know.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, sir, I hae been tryin'; but what am I to do whan ye speyk to me as + gin ye war my ain father? I canna min' upo' a word o' English whan ye do + that.' + </p> + <p> + Dr. Anderson laughed, but his eyes glittered. + </p> + <p> + Robert found Shargar busy over his Latin version. With a 'Weel, Shargar,' + he took his books and sat down. A few moments after, Shargar lifted his + head, stared a while at Robert, and then said, + </p> + <p> + 'Duv you railly think it, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'Think what? What are ye haverin' at, ye gowk?' + </p> + <p> + 'Duv ye think 'at I ever could grow intil a gentleman?' + </p> + <p> + 'Dr. Anderson says he expecs 't o' ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, man!' + </p> + <p> + A long pause followed, and Shargar spoke again. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo am I to begin, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'Begin what?' + </p> + <p> + 'To be a gentleman.' + </p> + <p> + Robert scratched his head, like Brutus, and at length became oracular. + </p> + <p> + 'Speyk the truth,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll do that. But what aboot—my father?' + </p> + <p> + 'Naebody 'ill cast up yer father to ye. Ye need hae nae fear o' that.' + </p> + <p> + 'My mither, than?' suggested Shargar, with hesitation. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye maun haud yer face to the fac'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ay. But gin they said onything, ye ken—aboot her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ony man-body says a word agen yer mither, ye maun jist knock him doon + upo' the spot.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I michtna be able.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye could try, ony gait.' + </p> + <p> + 'He micht knock me down, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, gae doon than.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay.' + </p> + <p> + This was all the instruction Robert ever gave Shargar in the duties of a + gentleman. And I doubt whether Shargar sought further enlightenment by + direct question of any one. He worked harder than ever; grew cleanly in + his person, even to fastidiousness; tried to speak English; and a + wonderful change gradually, but rapidly, passed over his outer man. He + grew taller and stronger, and as he grew stronger, his legs grew + straighter, till the defect of approximating knees, the consequence of + hardship, all but vanished. His hair became darker, and the albino look + less remarkable, though still he would remind one of a vegetable grown in + a cellar. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Anderson thought it well that he should have another year at the + grammar-school before going to college.—Robert now occupied + Ericson's room, and left his own to Shargar. + </p> + <p> + Robert heard every week from Miss St. John about Ericson. Her reports + varied much; but on the whole he got a little better as the winter went + on. She said that the good women at The Boar's Head paid him every + attention: she did not say that almost the only way to get him to eat was + to carry him delicacies which she had prepared with her own hands. + </p> + <p> + She had soon overcome the jealousy with which Miss Letty regarded her + interest in their guest, and before many days had passed she would walk + into the archway and go up to his room without seeing any one, except the + sister whom she generally found there. By what gradations their intimacy + grew I cannot inform my reader, for on the events lying upon the boundary + of my story, I have received very insufficient enlightenment; but the + result it is easy to imagine. I have already hinted at an early + disappointment of Miss St. John. She had grown greatly since, and her + estimate of what she had lost had altered considerably in consequence. But + the change was more rapid after she became acquainted with Ericson. She + would most likely have found the young man she thought she was in love + with in the days gone by a very commonplace person now. The heart which + she had considered dead to the world had, even before that stormy night in + the old house, begun to expostulate against its owner's mistake, by + asserting a fair indifference to that portion of its past history. And + now, to her large nature the simplicity, the suffering, the patience, the + imagination, the grand poverty of Ericson, were irresistibly attractive. + Add to this that she became his nurse, and soon saw that he was not + indifferent to her—and if she fell in love with him as only a + full-grown woman can love, without Ericson's lips saying anything that + might not by Love's jealousy be interpreted as only of grateful affection, + why should she not? + </p> + <p> + And what of Marjory Lindsay? Ericson had not forgotten her. But the + brightest star must grow pale as the sun draws near; and on Ericson there + were two suns rising at once on the low sea-shore of life whereon he had + been pacing up and down moodily for three-and-twenty years, listening + evermore to the unprogressive rise and fall of the tidal waves, all + talking of the eternal, all unable to reveal it—the sun of love and + the sun of death. Mysie and he had never met. She pleased his imagination; + she touched his heart with her helplessness; but she gave him no welcome + to the shrine of her beauty: he loved through admiration and pity. He + broke no faith to her; for he had never offered her any save in looks, and + she had not accepted it. She was but a sickly plant grown in a hot-house. + On his death-bed he found a woman a hiding-place from the wind, a covert + from the tempest, the shadow of a great rock in a weary land! A strong + she-angel with mighty wings, Mary St. John came behind him as he fainted + out of life, tempered the burning heat of the Sun of Death, and laid him + to sleep in the cool twilight of her glorious shadow. In the stead of + trouble about a wilful, thoughtless girl, he found repose and protection + and motherhood in a great-hearted woman. + </p> + <p> + For Ericson's sake, Robert made some effort to preserve the acquaintance + of Mr. Lindsay and his daughter. But he could hardly keep up a + conversation with Mr. Lindsay, and Mysie showed herself utterly + indifferent to him even in the way of common friendship. He told her of + Ericson's illness: she said she was sorry to hear it, and looked miles + away. He could never get within a certain atmosphere of—what shall I + call it? avertedness that surrounded her. She had always lived in a dream + of unrealities; and the dream had almost devoured her life. + </p> + <p> + One evening Shargar was later than usual in coming home from the walk, or + ramble rather, without which he never could settle down to his work. He + knocked at Robert's door. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur do ye think I've been, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo suld I ken, Shargar?' answered Robert, puzzling over a problem. + </p> + <p> + 'I've been haein' a glaiss wi' Jock Mitchell.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wha's Jock Mitchell?' + </p> + <p> + 'My brither Sandy's groom, as I tellt ye afore.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye dinna think I can min' a' your havers, Shargar. Whaur was the comin' + gentleman whan ye gaed to drink wi' a chield like that, wha, gin my memory + serves me, ye tauld me yersel' was i' the mids o' a' his maister's + deevilry?' + </p> + <p> + 'Yer memory serves ye weel eneuch to be doon upo' me,' said Shargar. 'But + there's a bit wordy 'at they read at the cathedral kirk the last Sunday + 'at's stucken to me as gin there was something by ordinar' in 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'What's that?' asked Robert, pretending to go on with his calculations all + the time. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, nae muckle; only this: “Judge not, that ye be not judged.”—I + took a lesson frae Jeck the giant-killer, wi' the Welsh giant—was 't + Blunderbore they ca'd him?—an' poored the maist o' my glaiss doon my + breist. It wasna like ink; it wadna du my sark ony ill.' + </p> + <p> + 'But what garred ye gang wi' 'im at a'? He wasna fit company for a + gentleman.' + </p> + <p> + 'A gentleman 's some saft gin he be ony the waur o' the company he gangs + in till. There may be rizzons, ye ken. Ye needna du as they du. Jock + Mitchell was airin' Reid Rorie an' Black Geordie. An' says I—for I + wantit to ken whether I was sic a breme-buss (broom-bush) as I used to be—says + I, “Hoo are ye, Jock Mitchell?” An' says Jock, “Brawly. Wha the deevil are + ye?” An' says I, “Nae mair o' a deevil nor yersel', Jock Mitchell, or + Alexander, Baron Rothie, either—though maybe that's no little o' + ane.” “Preserve me!” cried Jock, “it's Shargar.”—“Nae mair o' that, + Jock,” says I. “Gin I bena a gentleman, or a' be dune,”—an' there I + stack, for I saw I was a muckle fule to lat oot onything o' the kin' to + Jock. And sae he seemed to think, too, for he brak oot wi' a great guffaw; + an' to win ower 't, I jined, an' leuch as gin naething was farrer aff frae + my thochts than ever bein' a gentleman. “Whaur do ye pit up, Jock?” I + said. “Oot by here,” he answert, “at Luckie Maitlan's.”—“That's a + queer place for a baron to put up, Jock,” says I. “There's rizzons,” says + he, an' lays his forefinger upo' the side o' 's nose, o' whilk there was + hardly eneuch to haud it ohn gane intil the opposit ee. “We're no far frae + there,” says I—an' deed I can hardly tell ye, Robert, what garred me + say sae, but I jist wantit to ken what that gentleman-brither o' mine was + efter; “tak the horse hame,” says I—“I'll jist loup upo' Black + Geordie—an' we'll hae a glaiss thegither. I'll stan' treat.” Sae he + gae me the bridle, an' I lap on. The deevil tried to get a moufu' o' my + hip, but, faith! I was ower swack for 'im; an' awa we rade.' + </p> + <p> + 'I didna ken 'at ye cud ride, Shargar.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots! I cudna help it. I was aye takin' the horse to the watter at The + Boar's Heid, or The Royal Oak, or Lucky Happit's, or The Aucht an' Furty. + That's hoo I cam to ken Jock sae weel. We war guid eneuch frien's whan I + didna care for leein' or sweirin', an' sic like.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what on earth did ye want wi' 'im noo?' + </p> + <p> + 'I tell ye I wantit to ken what that ne'er-do-weel brither o' mine was + efter. I had seen the horses stan'in' aboot twa or three times i' the + gloamin'; an' Sandy maun be aboot ill gin he be aboot onything.' + </p> + <p> + 'What can 't maitter to you, Shargar, what a man like him 's aboot?' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, ye see, Robert, my mither aye broucht me up to ken a' 'at fowk was + aboot, for she said ye cud never tell whan it micht turn oot to the + weelfaur o' yer advantage—gran' words!—I wonner whaur she + forgathert wi' them. But she was a terrible wuman, my mither, an' kent a + heap o' things—mair nor 'twas gude to ken, maybe. She gaed aboot the + country sae muckle, an' they say the gipsies she gaed amang 's a dreadfu' + auld fowk, an' hae the wisdom o' the Egyptians 'at Moses wad hae naething + to do wi'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur is she noo?' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken. She may turn up ony day.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's ae thing, though, Shargar: gin ye want to be a gentleman, ye + maunna gang keekin' that gate intil ither fowk's affairs.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I maun gie 't up. I winna say a word o' what Jock Mitchell tellt me + aboot Lord Sandy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, say awa'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na; ye wadna like to hear aboot ither fowk's affairs. My mither tellt + me he did verra ill efter Watterloo till a fremt (stranger) lass at + Brussels. But that's neither here nor there. I maun set aboot my version, + or I winna get it dune the nicht.' + </p> + <p> + 'What is Lord Sandy after? What did the rascal tell you? Why do you make + such a mystery of it?' said Robert, authoritatively, and in his best + English. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed I cudna mak naething o' 'm. He winkit an' he mintit (hinted) an' he + gae me to unnerstan' 'at the deevil was efter some lass or ither, but wha—my + lad was as dumb 's the graveyard about that. Gin I cud only win at that, + maybe I cud play him a plisky. But he coupit ower three glasses o' whusky, + an' the mair he drank the less he wad say. An' sae I left him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, take care what you're about, Shargar. I don't think Dr. Anderson + would like you to be in such company,' said Robert; and Shargar departed + to his own room and his version. + </p> + <p> + Towards the end of the session Miss St. John's reports of Ericson were + worse. Yet he was very hopeful himself, and thought he was getting better + fast. Every relapse he regarded as temporary; and when he got a little + better, thought he had recovered his original position. It was some relief + to Miss St. John to communicate her anxiety to Robert. + </p> + <p> + After the distribution of the prizes, of which he gained three, Robert + went the same evening to visit Dr. Anderson, intending to go home the next + day. The doctor gave him five golden sovereigns—a rare sight in + Scotland. Robert little thought in what service he was about to spend + them. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0047"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. ROBERT IN ACTION. + </h2> + <p> + It was late when he left his friend. As he walked through the Gallowgate, + an ancient narrow street, full of low courts, some one touched him upon + the arm. He looked round. It was a young woman. He turned again to walk + on. + </p> + <p> + 'Mr Faukner,' she said, in a trembling voice, which Robert thought he had + heard before. + </p> + <p> + He stopped. + </p> + <p> + 'I don't know you,' he said. 'I can't see your face. Tell me who you are.' + </p> + <p> + She returned no answer, but stood with her head aside. He could see that + her hands shook. + </p> + <p> + 'What do you want with me—if you won't say who you are?' + </p> + <p> + 'I want to tell you something,' she said; 'but I canna speyk here. Come + wi' me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I won't go with you without knowing who you are or where you're going to + take me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna ye ken me?' she said pitifully, turning a little towards the light + of the gas-lamp, and looking up in his face. + </p> + <p> + 'It canna be Jessie Hewson?' said Robert, his heart swelling at the sight + of the pale worn countenance of the girl. + </p> + <p> + 'I was Jessie Hewson ance,' she said, 'but naebody here kens me by that + name but yersel'. Will ye come in? There's no a crater i' the hoose but + mysel'.' + </p> + <p> + Robert turned at once. 'Go on,' he said. + </p> + <p> + She led the way up a narrow stone stair between two houses. A door high up + in the gable admitted them. The boards bent so much under his weight that + Robert feared the floor would fall. + </p> + <p> + 'Bide ye there, sir, till I fess a licht,' she said. + </p> + <p> + This was Robert's first introduction to a phase of human life with which + he became familiar afterwards. + </p> + <p> + 'Mind hoo ye gang, sir,' she resumed, returning with a candle. 'There's + nae flurin' there. Haud i' the middle efter me, or ye'll gang throu.' + </p> + <p> + She led him into a room, with nothing in it but a bed, a table, and a + chair. On the table was a half-made shirt. In the bed lay a tiny baby, + fast asleep. It had been locked up alone in the dreary garret. Robert + approached to look at the child, for his heart felt very warm to poor + Jessie. + </p> + <p> + 'A bonnie bairnie,' he said, + </p> + <p> + 'Isna he, sir? Think o' 'im comin' to me! Nobody can tell the mercy o' 't. + Isna it strange that the verra sin suld bring an angel frae haven upo' the + back o' 't to uphaud an' restore the sinner? Fowk thinks it's a + punishment; but eh me! it's a mercifu' ane. It's a wonner he didna think + shame to come to me. But he cam to beir my shame.' + </p> + <p> + Robert wondered at her words. She talked of her sin with such a meek + openness! She looked her shame in the face, and acknowledged it hers. Had + she been less weak and worn, perhaps she could not have spoken thus. + </p> + <p> + 'But what am I aboot!' she said, checking herself. 'I didna fess ye here + to speyk aboot mysel'. He's efter mair mischeef, and gin onything cud be + dune to haud him frae 't—' + </p> + <p> + 'Wha's efter mischeef, Jessie?' interrupted Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Lord Rothie. He's gaein' aff the nicht in Skipper Hornbeck's boat to + Antwerp, I think they ca' 't, an' a bonnie young leddy wi' 'im. They war + to sail wi' the first o' the munelicht.—Surely I'm nae ower late,' + she added, going to the window. 'Na, the mune canna be up yet.' + </p> + <p> + 'Na,' said Robert; 'I dinna think she rises muckle afore twa o'clock the + nicht. But hoo ken ye? Are ye sure o' 't? It's an awfu' thing to think + o'.' + </p> + <p> + 'To convence ye, I maun jist tell ye the trowth. The hoose we're in hasna + a gude character. We're middlin' dacent up here; but the lave o' the place + is dreadfu'. Eh for the bonnie leys o' Bodyfauld! Gin ye see my father, + tell him I'm nane waur than I was.' + </p> + <p> + 'They think ye droont i' the Dyer's Pot, as they ca' 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'There I am again!' she said—'miles awa' an' nae time to be lost!—My + lord has a man they ca' Mitchell. Ower weel I ken him. There's a wuman + doon the stair 'at he comes to see whiles; an' twa or three nichts ago, I + heard them lauchin' thegither. Sae I hearkened. They war baith some fou, + I'm thinkin'. I cudna tell ye a' 'at they said. That's a punishment noo, + gin ye like—to see and hear the warst o' yer ain ill doin's. He + tellt the limmer a heap o' his lord's secrets. Ay, he tellt her aboot me, + an' hoo I had gane and droont mysel'. I could hear 'maist ilka word 'at he + said; for ye see the flurin' here 's no verra soon', and I was jist 'at I + cudna help hearkenin'. My lord's aff the nicht, as I tell ye. It's a queer + gait, but a quaiet, he thinks, nae doobt. Gin onybody wad but tell her hoo + mony een the baron's made sair wi' greitin'!' + </p> + <p> + 'But hoo's that to be dune?' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken. But I hae been watchin' to see you ever sin' syne. I hae + seen ye gang by mony a time. Ye're the only man I ken 'at I could speyk + till aboot it. Ye maun think what ye can do. The warst o' 't is I canna + tell wha she is or whaur she bides.' + </p> + <p> + 'In that case, I canna see what's to be dune.' + </p> + <p> + 'Cudna ye watch them aboord, an' slip a letter intil her han'? Or ye cud + gie 't to the skipper to gie her.' + </p> + <p> + 'I ken the skipper weel eneuch. He's a respectable man. Gin he kent what + the baron was efter, he wadna tak him on boord.' + </p> + <p> + 'That wad do little guid. He wad only hae her aff some ither gait.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel,' said Robert, rising, 'I'll awa' hame, an' think aboot it as I + gang.—Wad ye tak a feow shillin's frae an auld frien'?' he added + with hesitation, putting his hand in his pocket. + </p> + <p> + 'Na—no a baubee,' she answered. 'Nobody sall say it was for mysel' I + broucht ye here. Come efter me, an' min' whaur ye pit doon yer feet. It's + no sicker.' + </p> + <p> + She led him to the door. He bade her good-night. + </p> + <p> + 'Tak care ye dinna fa' gaein' doon the stair. It's maist as steep 's a + wa'.' + </p> + <p> + As Robert came from between the houses, he caught a glimpse of a man in a + groom's dress going in at the street door of that he had left. + </p> + <p> + All the natural knighthood in him was roused. But what could he do? To + write was a sneaking way. He would confront the baron. The baron and the + girl would both laugh at him. The sole conclusion he could arrive at was + to consult Shargar. + </p> + <p> + He lost no time in telling him the story. + </p> + <p> + 'I tauld ye he was up to some deevilry or ither,' said Shargar. 'I can + shaw ye the verra hoose he maun be gaein' to tak her frae.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye vratch! what for didna ye tell me that afore?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye wadna hear aboot ither fowk's affairs. Na, not you! But some fowk has + no richt to consideration. The verra stanes they say 'ill cry oot ill + secrets like brither Sandy's.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whase hoose is 't?' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken. I only saw him come oot o' 't ance, an' Jock Mitchell was + haudin' Black Geordie roon' the neuk. It canna be far frae Mr. Lindsay's + 'at you an' Mr. Ericson used to gang till.' + </p> + <p> + 'Come an' lat me see 't direckly,' cried Robert, starting up, with a + terrible foreboding at his heart. + </p> + <p> + They were in the street in a moment. Shargar led the way by a country lane + to the top of the hill on the right, and then turning to the left, brought + him to some houses standing well apart from each other. It was a region + unknown to Robert. They were the backs of the houses of which Mr. + Lindsay's was one. + </p> + <p> + 'This is the hoose,' said Shargar. + </p> + <p> + Robert rushed into action. He knocked at the door. Mr. Lindsay's Jenny + opened it. + </p> + <p> + 'Is yer mistress in, Jenny?' he asked at once. + </p> + <p> + 'Na. Ay. The maister's gane to Bors Castle.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's Miss Lindsay I want to see.' + </p> + <p> + 'She's up in her ain room wi' a sair heid.' + </p> + <p> + Robert looked her hard in the face, and knew she was lying. + </p> + <p> + 'I want to see her verra partic'lar,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, ye canna see her,' returned Jenny angrily. 'I'll tell her onything + ye like.' + </p> + <p> + Concluding that little was to be gained by longer parley, but quite + uncertain whether Mysie was in the house or not, Robert turned to Shargar, + took him by the arm, and walked away in silence. When they were beyond + earshot of Jenny, who stood looking after them, + </p> + <p> + 'Ye're sure that's the hoose, Shargar?' said Robert quietly. + </p> + <p> + 'As sure's deith, and maybe surer, for I saw him come oot wi' my ain een.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, Shargar, it's grown something awfu' noo. It's Miss Lindsay. Was + there iver sic a villain as that Lord Rothie—that brither o' yours!' + </p> + <p> + 'I disoun 'im frae this verra 'oor,' said Shargar solemnly. + </p> + <p> + 'Something maun be dune. We'll awa' to the quay, an' see what'll turn up. + I wonner hoo's the tide.' + </p> + <p> + 'The tide's risin'. They'll never try to win oot till it's slack watter—furbye + 'at the Amphitrite, for as braid 's she is, and her bows modelled efter + the cheeks o' a resurrection cherub upo' a gravestane, draws a heap o' + watter: an' the bar they say 's waur to win ower nor usual: it's been + gatherin' again.' + </p> + <p> + As they spoke, the boys were making for the new town, eagerly. Just + opposite where the Amphitrite lay was a public-house: into that they made + up their minds to go, and there to write a letter, which they would give + to Miss Lindsay if they could, or, if not, leave with Skipper Hoornbeek. + Before they reached the river, a thick rain of minute drops began to fall, + rendering the night still darker, so that they could scarcely see the + vessels from the pavement on the other side of the quay, along which they + were hurrying, to avoid the cables, rings, and stone posts that made its + margin dangerous in the dim light. When they came to The Smack Inn they + crossed right over to reach the Amphitrite. A growing fear kept them + silent as they approached her berth. It was empty. They turned and stared + at each other in dismay. + </p> + <p> + One of those amphibious animals that loiter about the borders of the water + was seated on a stone smoking, probably fortified against the rain by the + whisky inside him. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur's the Amphitrite, Alan?' asked Shargar, for Robert was dumb with + disappointment and rage. + </p> + <p> + 'Half doon to Stanehive by this time, I'm thinkin',' answered Alan. 'For a + brewin' tub like her, she fummles awa nae ill wi' a licht win' astarn o' + her. But I'm doobtin' afore she win across the herrin-pot her fine + passengers 'll win at the boddom o' their stamacks. It's like to blaw a + bonnetfu', and she rows awfu' in ony win'. I dinna think she cud capsize, + but for wamlin' she's waur nor a bairn with the grips.' + </p> + <p> + In absolute helplessness, the boys had let him talk on: there was nothing + more to be done; and Alan was in a talkative mood. + </p> + <p> + 'Fegs! gin 't come on to blaw,' he resumed, 'I wadna wonner gin they got + the skipper to set them ashore at Stanehive. I heard auld Horny say + something aboot lyin' to there for a bit, to tak a keg or something + aboord.' + </p> + <p> + The boys looked at each other, bade Alan good-night, and walked away. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo far is 't to Stonehaven, Shargar?' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna richtly ken. Maybe frae twal to fifteen mile.' + </p> + <p> + Robert stood still. Shargar saw his face pale as death, and contorted with + the effort to control his feelings. + </p> + <p> + 'Shargar,' he said, 'what am I to do? I vowed to Mr. Ericson that, gin he + deid, I wad luik efter that bonny lassie. An' noo whan he's lyin' a' but + deid, I hae latten her slip throu' my fingers wi' clean carelessness. What + am I to do? Gin I cud only win to Stonehaven afore the Amphitrite! I cud + gang aboord wi' the keg, and gin I cud do naething mair, I wad hae tried + to do my best. Gin I do naething, my hert 'll brak wi' the weicht o' my + shame.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar burst into a roar of laughter. Robert was on the point of knocking + him down, but took him by the throat as a milder proceeding, and shook + him. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert! Robert!' gurgled Shargar, as soon as his choking had overcome his + merriment, 'ye're an awfu' Hielan'man. Hearken to me. I beg—g—g + yer pardon. What I was thinkin' o' was—' + </p> + <p> + Robert relaxed his hold. But Shargar, notwithstanding the lesson Robert + had given him, could hardly speak yet for the enjoyment of his own device. + </p> + <p> + 'Gin we could only get rid o' Jock Mitchell!—' he crowed; and burst + out again. + </p> + <p> + 'He's wi' a wuman i' the Gallowgate,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Losh, man!' exclaimed Shargar, and started off at full speed. + </p> + <p> + He was no match for his companion, however. + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur the deevil are ye rinnin' till, ye wirrycow (scarecrow)?' panted + Robert, as he laid hold of his collar. + </p> + <p> + 'Lat me gang, Robert,' gasped Shargar. 'Losh, man! ye'll be on Black + Geordie in anither ten meenits, an' me ahin' ye upo' Reid Rorie. An' faith + gin we binna at Stanehive afore the Dutchman wi' 's boddom foremost, it'll + be the faut o' the horse and no o' the men.' + </p> + <p> + Robert's heart gave a bound of hope. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo 'ill ye get them, Shargar?' he asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + 'Steal them,' answered Shargar, struggling to get away from the grasp + still upon his collar. + </p> + <p> + 'We micht be hanged for that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, Robert, I'll tak a' the wyte o' 't. Gin it hadna been for you, I + micht ha' been hangt by this time for ill doin': for your sake I'll be + hangt for weel doin', an' welcome. Come awa'. To steal a mairch upo' + brither Sandy wi' aucht (eight) horse-huves o' 's ain! Ha! ha! ha!' + </p> + <p> + They sped along, now running themselves out of breath, now walking + themselves into it again, until they reached a retired hostelry between + the two towns. Warning Robert not to show himself, Shargar disappeared + round the corner of the house. + </p> + <p> + Robert grew weary, and then anxious. At length Shargar's face came through + the darkness. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert,' he whispered, 'gie 's yer bonnet. I'll be wi' ye in a moment + noo.' + </p> + <p> + Robert obeyed, too anxious to question him. In about three minutes more + Shargar reappeared, leading what seemed the ghost of a black horse; for + Robert could see only his eyes, and his hoofs made scarcely any noise. How + he had managed it with a horse of Black Geordie's temper, I do not know, + but some horses will let some persons do anything with them: he had drawn + his own stockings over his fore feet, and tied their two caps upon his + hind hoofs. + </p> + <p> + 'Lead him awa' quaietly up the road till I come to ye,' said Shargar, as + he took the mufflings off the horse's feet. 'An' min' 'at he doesna tak a + nip o' ye. He's some ill for bitin'. I'll be efter ye direckly. Rorie's + saiddlet an' bridled. He only wants his carpet-shune.' + </p> + <p> + Robert led the horse a few hundred yards, then stopped and waited. Shargar + soon joined him, already mounted on Red Roderick. + </p> + <p> + 'Here's yer bonnet, Robert. It's some foul, I doobt. But I cudna help it. + Gang on, man. Up wi' ye. Maybe I wad hae better keepit Geordie mysel'. But + ye can ride. Ance ye're on, he canna bite ye.' + </p> + <p> + But Robert needed no encouragement from Shargar. In his present mood he + would have mounted a griffin. He was on horseback in a moment. They + trotted gently through the streets, and out of the town. Once over the + Dee, they gave their horses the rein, and off they went through the dark + drizzle. Before they got half-way they were wet to the skin; but little + did Robert, or Shargar either, care for that. Not many words passed + between them. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo 'ill ye get the horse (plural) in again, Shargar?' asked Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Afore I get them back,' answered Shargar, 'they'll be tired eneuch to + gang hame o' themsel's. Gin we had only had the luck to meet Jock!—that + wad hae been gran'.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for that?' + </p> + <p> + 'I wad hae cawed Reid Rorie ower the heid o' 'm, an' left him lyin'—the + coorse villain!' + </p> + <p> + The horses never flagged till they drew up in the main street of + Stonehaven. Robert ran down to the harbour to make inquiry, and left + Shargar to put them up. + </p> + <p> + The moon had risen, but the air was so full of vapour that she only + succeeded in melting the darkness a little. The sea rolled in front, awful + in its dreariness, under just light enough to show a something unlike the + land. But the rain had ceased, and the air was clearer. Robert asked a + solitary man, with a telescope in his hand, whether he was looking out for + the Amphitrite. The man asked him gruffly in return what he knew of her. + Possibly the nature of the keg to be put on board had something to do with + his Scotch reply. Robert told him he was a friend of the captain, had + missed the boat, and would give any one five shillings to put him on + board. The man went away and returned with a companion. After some further + questioning and bargaining, they agreed to take him. Robert loitered about + the pier full of impatience. Shargar joined him. + </p> + <p> + Day began to break over the waves. They gleamed with a blue-gray leaden + sheen. The men appeared coming along the harbour, and descended by a stair + into a little skiff, where a barrel, or something like one, lay under a + tarpaulin. Robert bade Shargar good-bye, and followed. They pushed off, + rowed out into the bay, and lay on their oars waiting for the vessel. The + light grew apace, and Robert fancied he could distinguish the two horses + with one rider against the sky on the top of the cliffs, moving + northwards. Turning his eyes to the sea, he saw the canvas of the brig, + and his heart beat fast. The men bent to their oars. She drew nearer, and + lay to. When they reached her he caught the rope the sailors threw, was on + board in a moment, and went aft to the captain. The Dutchman stared. In a + few words Robert made him understand his object, offering to pay for his + passage, but the good man would not hear of it. He told him that the lady + and gentleman had come on board as brother and sister: the baron was too + knowing to run his head into the noose of Scotch law. + </p> + <p> + 'I cannot throw him over the board,' said the skipper; 'and what am I to + do? I am afraid it is of no use. Ah! poor thing!' + </p> + <p> + By this time the vessel was under way. The wind freshened. Mysie had been + ill ever since they left the mouth of the river: now she was much worse. + Before another hour passed, she was crying to be taken home to her papa. + Still the wind increased, and the vessel laboured much. + </p> + <p> + Robert never felt better, and if it had not been for the cause of his + sea-faring, would have thoroughly enjoyed it. He put on some sea-going + clothes of the captain's, and set himself to take his share in working the + brig, in which he was soon proficient enough to be useful. When the sun + rose, they were in a tossing wilderness of waves. With the sunrise, Robert + began to think he had been guilty of a great folly. For what could he do? + How was he to prevent the girl from going off with her lover the moment + they landed? But his poor attempt would verify his willingness. + </p> + <p> + The baron came on deck now and then, looking bored. He had not calculated + on having to nurse the girl. Had Mysie been well, he could have amused + himself with her, for he found her ignorance interesting. As it was, he + felt injured, and indeed disgusted at the result of the experiment. + </p> + <p> + On the third day the wind abated a little; but towards night it blew hard + again, and it was not until they reached the smooth waters of the Scheldt + that Mysie made her appearance on deck, looking dreadfully ill, and + altogether like a miserable, unhappy child. Her beauty was greatly gone, + and Lord Rothie did not pay her much attention. + </p> + <p> + Robert had as yet made no attempt to communicate with her, for there was + scarcely a chance of her concealing a letter from the baron. But as soon + as they were in smooth water, he wrote one, telling her in the simplest + language that the baron was a bad man, who had amused himself by making + many women fall in love with him, and then leaving them miserable: he knew + one of them himself. + </p> + <p> + Having finished his letter, he began to look abroad over the smooth water, + and the land smooth as the water. He saw tall poplars, the spires of the + forest, and rows of round-headed dumpy trees, like domes. And he saw that + all the buildings like churches, had either spires like poplars, or low + round domes like those other trees. The domes gave an eastern aspect to + the country. The spire of Antwerp cathedral especially had the poplar for + its model. The pinnacles which rose from the base of each successive start + of its narrowing height were just the clinging, upright branches of the + poplar—a lovely instance of Art following Nature's suggestion. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0048"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. ROBERT FINDS A NEW INSTRUMENT. + </h2> + <p> + At length the vessel lay alongside the quay, and as Mysie stepped from its + side the skipper found an opportunity of giving her Robert's letter. It + was the poorest of chances, but Robert could think of no other. She + started on receiving it, but regarding the skipper's significant gestures + put it quietly away. She looked anything but happy, for her illness had + deprived her of courage, and probably roused her conscience. Robert + followed the pair, saw them enter The Great Labourer—what could the + name mean? could it mean The Good Shepherd?—and turned away + helpless, objectless indeed, for he had done all that he could, and that + all was of no potency. A world of innocence and beauty was about to be + hurled from its orbit of light into the blackness of outer chaos; he knew + it, and was unable to speak word or do deed that should frustrate the + power of a devil who so loved himself that he counted it an honour to a + girl to have him for her ruin. Her after life had no significance for him, + save as a trophy of his victory. He never perceived that such victory was + not yielded to him; that he gained it by putting on the garments of light; + that if his inward form had appeared in its own ugliness, not one of the + women whose admiration he had secured would not have turned from him as + from the monster of an old tale. + </p> + <p> + Robert wandered about till he was so weary that his head ached with + weariness. At length he came upon the open space before the cathedral, + whence the poplar-spire rose aloft into a blue sky flecked with white + clouds. It was near sunset, and he could not see the sun, but the upper + half of the spire shone glorious in its radiance. From the top his eye + sank to the base. In the base was a little door half open. Might not that + be the lowly narrow entrance through the shadow up to the sun-filled air? + He drew near with a kind of tremor, for never before had he gazed upon + visible grandeur growing out of the human soul, in the majesty of + everlastingness—a tree of the Lord's planting. Where had been but an + empty space of air and light and darkness, had risen, and had stood for + ages, a mighty wonder awful to the eye, solid to the hand. He peeped + through the opening of the door: there was the foot of a stair—marvellous + as the ladder of Jacob's dream—turning away towards the unknown. He + pushed the door and entered. A man appeared and barred his advance. Robert + put his hand in his pocket and drew out some silver. The man took one + piece—looked at it—turned it over—put it in his pocket, + and led the way up the stair. Robert followed and followed and followed. + </p> + <p> + He came out of stone walls upon an airy platform whence the spire ascended + heavenwards. His conductor led upward still, and he followed, winding + within a spiral network of stone, through which all the world looked in. + Another platform, and yet another spire springing from its basement. Still + up they went, and at length stood on a circle of stone surrounding like a + coronet the last base of the spire which lifted its apex untrodden. Then + Robert turned and looked below. He grasped the stones before him. The + loneliness was awful. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing between him and the roofs of the houses, four hundred + feet below, but the spot where he stood. The whole city, with its red + roofs, lay under him. He stood uplifted on the genius of the builder, and + the town beneath him was a toy. The all but featureless flat spread forty + miles on every side, and the roofs of the largest buildings below were as + dovecots. But the space between was alive with awe—so vast, so real! + </p> + <p> + He turned and descended, winding through the network of stone which was + all between him and space. The object of the architect must have been to + melt away the material from before the eyes of the spirit. He hung in the + air in a cloud of stone. As he came in his descent within the ornaments of + one of the basements, he found himself looking through two thicknesses of + stone lace on the nearing city. Down there was the beast of prey and his + victim; but for the moment he was above the region of sorrow. His + weariness and his headache had vanished utterly. With his mind tossed on + its own speechless delight, he was slowly descending still, when he saw on + his left hand a door ajar. He would look what mystery lay within. A push + opened it. He discovered only a little chamber lined with wood. In the + centre stood something—a bench-like piece of furniture, plain and + worn. He advanced a step; peered over the top of it; saw keys, white and + black; saw pedals below: it was an organ! Two strides brought him in front + of it. A wooden stool, polished and hollowed with centuries of use, was + before it. But where was the bellows? That might be down hundreds of steps + below, for he was half-way only to the ground. He seated himself musingly, + and struck, as he thought, a dumb chord. Responded, up in the air, far + overhead, a mighty booming clang. Startled, almost frightened, even as if + Mary St. John had said she loved him, Robert sprung from the stool, and, + without knowing why, moved only by the chastity of delight, flung the door + to the post. It banged and clicked. Almost mad with the joy of the titanic + instrument, he seated himself again at the keys, and plunged into a + tempest of clanging harmony. One hundred bells hang in that tower of + wonder, an instrument for a city, nay, for a kingdom. Often had Robert + dreamed that he was the galvanic centre of a thunder-cloud of harmony, + flashing off from every finger the willed lightning tone: such was the + unexpected scale of this instrument—so far aloft in the sunny air + rang the responsive notes, that his dream appeared almost realized. The + music, like a fountain bursting upwards, drew him up and bore him aloft. + From the resounding cone of bells overhead he no longer heard their tones + proceed, but saw level-winged forms of light speeding off with a message + to the nations. It was only his roused phantasy; but a sweet tone is + nevertheless a messenger of God; and a right harmony and sequence of such + tones is a little gospel. + </p> + <p> + At length he found himself following, till that moment unconsciously, the + chain of tunes he well remembered having played on his violin the night he + went first with Ericson to see Mysie, ending with his strange chant about + the witch lady and the dead man's hand. + </p> + <p> + Ere he had finished the last, his passion had begun to fold its wings, and + he grew dimly aware of a beating at the door of the solitary chamber in + which he sat. He knew nothing of the enormity of which he was guilty—presenting + unsought the city of Antwerp with a glorious phantasia. He did not know + that only upon grand, solemn, world-wide occasions, such as a king's + birthday or a ball at the Hôtel de Ville, was such music on the card. When + he flung the door to, it had closed with a spring lock, and for the last + quarter of an hour three gens-d'arme, commanded by the sacristan of the + tower, had been thundering thereat. He waited only to finish the last + notes of the wild Orcadian chant, and opened the door. He was seized by + the collar, dragged down the stair into the street, and through a crowd of + wondering faces—poor unconscious dreamer! it will not do to think on + the house-top even, and you had been dreaming very loud indeed in the + church spire—away to the bureau of the police. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0049"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. DEATH. + </h2> + <p> + I need not recount the proceedings of the Belgian police; how they + interrogated Robert concerning a letter from Mary St. John which they + found in an inner pocket; how they looked doubtful over a copy of Horace + that lay in his coat, and put evidently a momentous question about some + algebraical calculations on the fly-leaf of it. Fortunately or + unfortunately—I do not know which—Robert did not understand a + word they said to him. He was locked up, and left to fret for nearly a + week; though what he could have done had he been at liberty, he knew as + little as I know. At last, long after it was useless to make any inquiry + about Miss Lindsay, he was set at liberty. He could just pay for a + steerage passage to London, whence he wrote to Dr. Anderson for a supply, + and was in Aberdeen a few days after. + </p> + <p> + This was Robert's first cosmopolitan experience. He confided the whole + affair to the doctor, who approved of all, saying it could have been of no + use, but he had done right. He advised him to go home at once, for he had + had letters inquiring after him. Ericson was growing steadily worse—in + fact, he feared Robert might not see him alive. + </p> + <p> + If this news struck Robert to the heart, his pain was yet not without some + poor alleviation:—he need not tell Ericson about Mysie, but might + leave him to find out the truth when, free of a dying body, he would be + better able to bear it. That very night he set off on foot for Rothieden. + There was no coach from Aberdeen till eight the following morning, and + before that he would be there. + </p> + <p> + It was a dreary journey without Ericson. Every turn of the road reminded + him of him. And Ericson too was going a lonely unknown way. + </p> + <p> + Did ever two go together upon that way? Might not two die together and not + lose hold of each other all the time, even when the sense of the clasping + hands was gone, and the soul had withdrawn itself from the touch? Happy + they who prefer the will of God to their own even in this, and would, as + the best friend, have him near who can be near—him who made the + fourth in the fiery furnace! Fable or fact, reader, I do not care. The One + I mean is, and in him I hope. + </p> + <p> + Very weary was Robert when he walked into his grandmother's house. + </p> + <p> + Betty came out of the kitchen at the sound of his entrance. + </p> + <p> + 'Is Mr. Ericson—?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na; he's nae deid,' she answered. 'He'll maybe live a day or twa, they + say.' + </p> + <p> + 'Thank God!' said Robert, and went to his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, laddie!' said Mrs. Falconer, the first greetings over, 'ane 's ta'en + an' anither 's left! but what for 's mair nor I can faddom. There's that + fine young man, Maister Ericson, at deith's door; an' here am I, an auld + runklet wife, left to cry upo' deith, an' he winna hear me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Cry upo' God, grannie, an' no upo' deith,' said Robert, catching at the + word as his grandmother herself might have done. He had no such unfair + habit when I knew him, and always spoke to one's meaning, not one's words. + But then he had a wonderful gift of knowing what one's meaning was. + </p> + <p> + He did not sit down, but, tired as he was, went straight to The Boar's + Head. He met no one in the archway, and walked up to Ericson's room. When + he opened the door, he found the large screen on the other side, and + hearing a painful cough, lingered behind it, for he could not control his + feelings sufficiently. Then he heard a voice—Ericson's voice; but + oh, how changed!—He had no idea that he ought not to listen. + </p> + <p> + 'Mary,' the voice said, 'do not look like that. I am not suffering. It is + only my body. Your arm round me makes me so strong! Let me lay my head on + your shoulder.' + </p> + <p> + A brief pause followed. + </p> + <p> + 'But, Eric,' said Mary's voice, 'there is one that loves you better than I + do.' + </p> + <p> + 'If there is,' returned Ericson, feebly, 'he has sent his angel to deliver + me.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you do believe in him, Eric?' + </p> + <p> + The voice expressed anxiety no less than love. + </p> + <p> + 'I am going to see. There is no other way. When I find him, I shall + believe in him. I shall love him with all my heart, I know. I love the + thought of him now.' + </p> + <p> + 'But that's not himself, my—darling!' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'No. But I cannot love himself till I find him. Perhaps there is no + Jesus.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, don't say that. I can't bear to hear you talk so,' + </p> + <p> + 'But, dear heart, if you're so sure of him, do you think he would turn me + away because I don't do what I can't do? I would if I could with all my + heart. If I were to say I believed in him, and then didn't trust him, I + could understand it. But when it's only that I'm not sure about what I + never saw, or had enough of proof to satisfy me of, how can he be vexed at + that? You seem to me to do him great wrong, Mary. Would you now banish me + for ever, if I should, when my brain is wrapped in the clouds of death, + forget you along with everything else for a moment?' + </p> + <p> + 'No, no, no. Don't talk like that, Eric, dear. There may be reasons, you + know.' + </p> + <p> + 'I know what they say well enough. But I expect Him, if there is a Him, to + be better even than you, my beautiful—and I don't know a fault in + you, but that you believe in a God you can't trust. If I believed in a + God, wouldn't I trust him just? And I do hope in him. We'll see, my + darling. When we meet again I think you'll say I was right.' + </p> + <p> + Robert stood like one turned into marble. Deep called unto deep in his + soul. The waves and the billows went over him. + </p> + <p> + Mary St. John answered not a word. I think she must have been + conscience-stricken. Surely the Son of Man saw nearly as much faith in + Ericson as in her. Only she clung to the word as a bond that the Lord had + given her: she would rather have his bond. + </p> + <p> + Ericson had another fit of coughing. Robert heard the rustling of + ministration. But in a moment the dying man again took up the word. He + seemed almost as anxious about Mary's faith as she was about his. + </p> + <p> + 'There's Robert,' he said: 'I do believe that boy would die for me, and I + never did anything to deserve it. Now Jesus Christ must be as good as + Robert at least. I think he must be a great deal better, if he's Jesus + Christ at all. Now Robert might be hurt if I didn't believe in him. But + I've never seen Jesus Christ. It's all in an old book, over which the + people that say they believe in it the most, fight like dogs and cats. I + beg your pardon, my Mary; but they do, though the words are ugly.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah! but if you had tried it as I've tried it, you would know better, + Eric.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think I should, dear. But it's too late now. I must just go and see. + There's no other way left.' + </p> + <p> + The terrible cough came again. As soon as the fit was over, with a grand + despair in his heart, Robert went from behind the screen. + </p> + <p> + Ericson was on a couch. His head lay on Mary St. John's bosom. Neither saw + him. + </p> + <p> + 'Perhaps,' said Ericson, panting with death, 'a kiss in heaven may be as + good as being married on earth, Mary.' + </p> + <p> + She saw Robert and did not answer. Then Eric saw him. He smiled; but Mary + grew very pale. + </p> + <p> + Robert came forward, stooped and kissed Ericson's forehead, kneeled and + kissed Mary's hand, rose and went out. + </p> + <p> + From that moment they were both dead to him. Dead, I say—not lost, + not estranged, but dead—that is, awful and holy. He wept for Eric. + He did not weep for Mary yet. But he found a time. + </p> + <p> + Ericson died two days after. + </p> + <p> + Here endeth Robert's youth. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0050"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. IN MEMORIAM. + </h2> + <p> + In memory of Eric Ericson, I add a chapter of sonnets gathered from his + papers, almost desiring that those only should read them who turn to the + book a second time. How his papers came into my possession, will be + explained afterwards. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Tumultuous rushing o'er the outstretched plains; + A wildered maze of comets and of suns; + The blood of changeless God that ever runs + With quick diastole up the immortal veins; + A phantom host that moves and works in chains; + A monstrous fiction which, collapsing, stuns + The mind to stupor and amaze at once; + A tragedy which that man best explains + Who rushes blindly on his wild career + With trampling hoofs and sound of mailed war, + Who will not nurse a life to win a tear, + But is extinguished like a falling star:— + Such will at times this life appear to me, + Until I learn to read more perfectly. + + HOM. IL. v. 403. + + If thou art tempted by a thought of ill, + Crave not too soon for victory, nor deem + Thou art a coward if thy safety seem + To spring too little from a righteous will: + For there is nightmare on thee, nor until + Thy soul hath caught the morning's early gleam + Seek thou to analyze the monstrous dream + By painful introversion; rather fill + Thine eye with forms thou knowest to be truth: + But see thou cherish higher hope than this; + A hope hereafter that thou shalt be fit + Calm-eyed to face distortion, and to sit + Transparent among other forms of youth + Who own no impulse save to God and bliss. + + And must I ever wake, gray dawn, to know + Thee standing sadly by me like a ghost? + I am perplexed with thee, that thou shouldst cost + This Earth another turning: all aglow + Thou shouldst have reached me, with a purple show + Along far-mountain tops: and I would post + Over the breadth of seas though I were lost + In the hot phantom-chase for life, if so + Thou camest ever with this numbing sense + Of chilly distance and unlovely light; + Waking this gnawing soul anew to fight + With its perpetual load: I drive thee hence— + I have another mountain-range from whence + Bursteh a sun unutterably bright. + + GALILEO. + + 'And yet it moves!' Ah, Truth, where wert thou then, + When all for thee they racked each piteous limb? + Wert though in Heaven, and busy with thy hymn, + When those poor hands convulsed that held thy pen? + Art thou a phantom that deceivest men + To their undoing? or dost thou watch him + Pale, cold, and silent in his dungeon dim? + And wilt thou ever speak to him again? + 'It moves, it moves! Alas, my flesh was weak; + That was a hideous dream! I'll cry aloud + How the green bulk wheels sunward day by day! + Ah me! ah me! perchance my heart was proud + That I alone should know that word to speak; + And now, sweet Truth, shine upon these, I pray.' + + If thou wouldst live the Truth in very deed, + Thou hast thy joy, but thou hast more of pain. + Others will live in peace, and thou be fain + To bargain with despair, and in thy need + To make thy meal upon the scantiest weed. + These palaces, for thee they stand in vain; + Thine is a ruinous hut; and oft the rain + Shall drench thee in the midnight; yea the speed + Of earth outstrip thee pilgrim, while thy feet + Move slowly up the heights. Yet will there come + Through the time-rents about thy moving cell, + An arrow for despair, and oft the hum + Of far-off populous realms where spirits dwell. + + TO * * * * + + Speak, Prophet of the Lord! We may not start + To find thee with us in thine ancient dress, + Haggard and pale from some bleak wilderness, + Empty of all save God and thy loud heart: + Nor with like rugged message quick to dart + Into the hideous fiction mean and base: + But yet, O prophet man, we need not less, + But more of earnest; though it is thy part + To deal in other words, if thou wouldst smite + The living Mammon, seated, not as then + In bestial quiescence grimly dight, + But thrice as much an idol-god as when + He stared at his own feet from morn to night. <a href="#note-8" name="noteref-8" id="noteref-8">8</a> + + THE WATCHER. + + From out a windy cleft there comes a gaze + Of eyes unearthly which go to and fro + Upon the people's tumult, for below + The nations smite each other: no amaze + Troubles their liquid rolling, or affrays + Their deep-set contemplation: steadily glow + Those ever holier eye-balls, for they grow + Liker unto the eyes of one that prays. + And if those clasped hands tremble, comes a power + As of the might of worlds, and they are holden + Blessing above us in the sunrise golden; + And they will be uplifted till that hour + Of terrible rolling which shall rise and shake + This conscious nightmare from us and we wake. + + THE BELOVED DISCIPLE. + + I + + One do I see and twelve; but second there + Methinks I know thee, thou beloved one; + Not from thy nobler port, for there are none + More quiet-featured; some there are who bear + Their message on their brows, while others wear + A look of large commission, nor will shun + The fiery trial, so their work is done: + But thou hast parted with thine eyes in prayer— + Unearthly are they both; and so thy lips + Seem like the porches of the spirit land; + For thou hast laid a mighty treasure by, + Unlocked by Him in Nature, and thine eye + Burns with a vision and apocalypse + Thy own sweet soul can hardly understand. + + II + + A Boanerges too! Upon my heart + It lay a heavy hour: features like thine + Should glow with other message than the shine + Of the earth-burrowing levin, and the start + That cleaveth horrid gulfs. Awful and swart + A moment stoodest thou, but less divine— + Brawny and clad in ruin!—till with mine + Thy heart made answering signals, and apart + Beamed forth thy two rapt eye-balls doubly clear, + And twice as strong because thou didst thy duty, + And though affianced to immortal Beauty, + Hiddest not weakly underneath her veil + The pest of Sin and Death which maketh pale: + Henceforward be thy spirit doubly dear. <a href="#note-9" name="noteref-9" + id="noteref-9">9</a> + + THE LILY OF THE VALLEY. + + There is not any weed but hath its shower, + There is not any pool but hath its star; + And black and muddy though the waters are, + We may not miss the glory of a flower, + And winter moons will give them magic power + To spin in cylinders of diamond spar; + And everything hath beauty near and far, + And keepeth close and waiteth on its hour. + And I when I encounter on my road + A human soul that looketh black and grim, + Shall I more ceremonious be than God? + Shall I refuse to watch one hour with him + Who once beside our deepest woe did bud + A patient watching flower about the brim. + + 'Tis not the violent hands alone that bring + The curse, the ravage, and the downward doom + Although to these full oft the yawning tomb + Owes deadly surfeit; but a keener sting, + A more immortal agony, will cling + To the half-fashioned sin which would assume + Fair Virtue's garb. The eye that sows the gloom + With quiet seeds of Death henceforth to spring + What time the sun of passion burning fierce + Breaks through the kindly cloud of circumstance; + The bitter word, and the unkindly glance, + The crust and canker coming with the years, + Are liker Death than arrows, and the lance + Which through the living heart at once doth pierce. + + SPOKEN OF SEVERAL PHILOSOPHERS. + + I pray you, all ye men, who put your trust + In moulds and systems and well-tackled gear, + Holding that Nature lives from year to year + In one continual round because she must— + Set me not down, I pray you, in the dust + Of all these centuries, like a pot of beer, + A pewter-pot disconsolately clear, + Which holds a potful, as is right and just. + I will grow clamorous—by the rood, I will, + If thus ye use me like a pewter pot. + Good friend, thou art a toper and a sot— + I will not be the lead to hold thy swill, + Nor any lead: I will arise and spill + Thy silly beverage, spill it piping hot. + + Nature, to him no message dost thou bear, + Who in thy beauty findeth not the power + To gird himself more strongly for the hour + Of night and darkness. Oh, what colours rare + The woods, the valleys, and the mountains wear + To him who knows thy secret, and in shower + And fog, and ice-cloud, hath a secret bower + Where he may rest until the heavens are fair! + Not with the rest of slumber, but the trance + Of onward movement steady and serene, + Where oft in struggle and in contest keen + His eyes will opened be, and all the dance + Of life break on him, and a wide expanse + Roll upward through the void, sunny and green. + + TO JUNE. + + Ah, truant, thou art here again, I see! + For in a season of such wretched weather + I thought that thou hadst left us altogether, + Although I could not choose but fancy thee + Skulking about the hill-tops, whence the glee + Of thy blue laughter peeped at times, or rather + Thy bashful awkwardness, as doubtful whether + Thou shouldst be seen in such a company + Of ugly runaways, unshapely heaps + Of ruffian vapour, broken from restraint + Of their slim prison in the ocean deeps. + But yet I may not, chide: fall to thy books, + Fall to immediately without complaint— + There they are lying, hills and vales and brooks. + + WRITTEN ABOUT THE LONGEST DAY. + + Summer, sweet Summer, many-fingered Summer! + We hold thee very dear, as well we may: + It is the kernel of the year to-day— + All hail to thee! Thou art a welcome corner! + If every insect were a fairy drummer, + And I a fifer that could deftly play, + We'd give the old Earth such a roundelay + That she would cast all thought of labour from her + Ah! what is this upon my window-pane? + Some sulky drooping cloud comes pouting up, + Stamping its glittering feet along the plain! + Well, I will let that idle fancy drop. + Oh, how the spouts are bubbling with the rain! + And all the earth shines like a silver cup! + + ON A MIDGE. + + Whence do ye come, ye creature? Each of you + Is perfect as an angel; wings and eyes + Stupendous in their beauty—gorgeous dyes + In feathery fields of purple and of blue! + Would God I saw a moment as ye do! + I would become a molecule in size, + Rest with you, hum with you, or slanting rise + Along your one dear sunbeam, could I view + The pearly secret which each tiny fly, + Each tiny fly that hums and bobs and stirs, + Hides in its little breast eternally + From you, ye prickly grim philosophers, + With all your theories that sound so high: + Hark to the buzz a moment, my good sirs! + + ON A WATERFALL. + + Here stands a giant stone from whose far top + Comes down the sounding water. Let me gaze + Till every sense of man and human ways + Is wrecked and quenched for ever, and I drop + Into the whirl of time, and without stop + Pass downward thus! Again my eyes I raise + To thee, dark rock; and through the mist and haze + My strength returns when I behold thy prop + Gleam stern and steady through the wavering wrack + Surely thy strength is human, and like me + Thou bearest loads of thunder on thy back! + And, lo, a smile upon thy visage black— + A breezy tuft of grass which I can see + Waving serenely from a sunlit crack! + + Above my head the great pine-branches tower + Backwards and forwards each to the other bends, + Beckoning the tempest-cloud which hither wends + Like a slow-laboured thought, heavy with power; + Hark to the patter of the coming shower! + Let me be silent while the Almighty sends + His thunder-word along; but when it ends + I will arise and fashion from the hour + Words of stupendous import, fit to guard + High thoughts and purposes, which I may wave, + When the temptation cometh close and hard, + Like fiery brands betwixt me and the grave + Of meaner things—to which I am a slave + If evermore I keep not watch and ward. + + I do remember how when very young, + I saw the great sea first, and heard its swell + As I drew nearer, caught within the spell + Of its vast size and its mysterious tongue. + How the floor trembled, and the dark boat swung + With a man in it, and a great wave fell + Within a stone's cast! Words may never tell + The passion of the moment, when I flung + All childish records by, and felt arise + A thing that died no more! An awful power + I claimed with trembling hands and eager eyes, + Mine, mine for ever, an immortal dower.— + The noise of waters soundeth to this hour, + When I look seaward through the quiet skies. + + ON THE SOURCE OF THE ARVE. + + Hear'st thou the dash of water loud and hoarse + With its perpetual tidings upward climb, + Struggling against the wind? Oh, how sublime! + For not in vain from its portentous source, + Thy heart, wild stream, hath yearned for its full force, + But from thine ice-toothed caverns dark as time + At last thou issuest, dancing to the rhyme + Of thy outvolleying freedom! Lo, thy course + Lies straight before thee as the arrow flies, + Right to the ocean-plains. Away, away! + Thy parent waits thee, and her sunset dyes + Are ruffled for thy coming, and the gray + Of all her glittering borders flashes high + Against the glittering rocks: oh, haste, and fly! +</pre> + <p> + <a name="2H_PART3"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PART III.—HIS MANHOOD. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0051"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. IN THE DESERT. + </h2> + <p> + A life lay behind Robert Falconer, and a life lay before him. He stood on + a shoal between. + </p> + <p> + The life behind him was in its grave. He had covered it over and turned + away. But he knew it would rise at night. + </p> + <p> + The life before him was not yet born; and what should issue from that dull + ghastly unrevealing fog on the horizon, he did not care. Thither the tide + setting eastward would carry him, and his future must be born. All he + cared about was to leave the empty garments of his dead behind him—the + sky and the fields, the houses and the gardens which those dead had made + alive with their presence. Travel, motion, ever on, ever away, was the + sole impulse in his heart. Nor had the thought of finding his father any + share in his restlessness. + </p> + <p> + He told his grandmother that he was going back to Aberdeen. She looked in + his face with surprise, but seeing trouble there, asked no questions. As + if walking in a dream, he found himself at Dr. Anderson's door. + </p> + <p> + 'Why, Robert,' said the good man, 'what has brought you back? Ah! I see. + Poor Ericson! I am very sorry, my boy. What can I do for you?' + </p> + <p> + 'I can't go on with my studies now, sir,' answered Robert. 'I have taken a + great longing for travel. Will you give me a little money and let me go?' + </p> + <p> + 'To be sure I will. Where do you want to go?' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't know. Perhaps as I go I shall find myself wanting to go + somewhere. You're not afraid to trust me, are you, sir?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not in the least, Robert. I trust you perfectly. You shall do just as you + please.—Have you any idea, how much money you will want?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. Give me what you are willing I should spend: I will go by that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Come along to the bank then. I will give you enough to start with. Write + at once when you want more. Don't be too saving. Enjoy yourself as well as + you can. I shall not grudge it.' + </p> + <p> + Robert smiled a wan smile at the idea of enjoying himself. His friend saw + it, but let it pass. There was no good in persuading a man whose grief was + all he had left, that he must ere long part with that too. That would have + been in lowest deeps of sorrow to open a yet lower deep of horror. But + Robert would have refused, and would have been right in refusing to + believe with regard to himself what might be true in regard to most men. + He might rise above his grief; he might learn to contain his grief; but + lose it, forget it?—never. + </p> + <p> + He went to bid Shargar farewell. As soon as he had a glimpse of what his + friend meant, he burst out in an agony of supplication. + </p> + <p> + 'Tak me wi' ye, Robert,' he cried. 'Ye're a gentleman noo. I'll be yer + man. I'll put on a livery coat, an' gang wi' ye. I'll awa' to Dr. + Anderson. He's sure to lat me gang.' + </p> + <p> + 'No, Shargar,' said Robert, 'I can't have you with me. I've come into + trouble, Shargar, and I must fight it out alone.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ay; I ken. Puir Mr. Ericson!' + </p> + <p> + 'There's nothing the matter with Mr. Ericson. Don't ask me any questions. + I've said more to you now than I've said to anybody besides.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is guid o' you, Robert. But am I never to see ye again?' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't know. Perhaps we may meet some day.' + </p> + <p> + 'Perhaps is nae muckle to say, Robert,' protested Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'It's more than can be said about everything, Shargar,' returned Robert, + sadly. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I maun jist tak it as 't comes,' said Shargar, with a despairing + philosophy derived from the days when his mother thrashed him. 'But, eh! + Robert, gin it had only pleased the Almichty to sen' me into the warl' in + a some respectable kin' o' a fashion!' + </p> + <p> + 'Wi' a chance a' gaein' aboot the country like that curst villain yer + brither, I suppose?' retorted Robert, rousing himself for a moment. + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na,' responded Shargar. 'I'll stick to my ain mither. She never + learned me sic tricks.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do ye that. Ye canna compleen o' God. It's a' richt as far 's ye're + concerned. Gin he dinna something o' ye yet, it'll be your wyte, no his, + I'm thinkin'.' + </p> + <p> + They walked to Dr. Anderson's together, and spent the night there. In the + morning Robert got on the coach for Edinburgh. + </p> + <p> + I cannot, if I would, follow him on his travels. Only at times, when the + conversation rose in the dead of night, by some Jacob's ladder of blessed + ascent, into regions where the heart of such a man could open as in its + own natural clime, would a few words cause the clouds that enveloped this + period of his history to dispart, and grant me a peep into the phantasm of + his past. I suspect, however, that much of it left upon his mind no + recallable impressions. I suspect that much of it looked to himself in the + retrospect like a painful dream, with only certain objects and occurrences + standing prominent enough to clear the moonlight mist enwrapping the rest. + </p> + <p> + What the precise nature of his misery was I shall not even attempt to + conjecture. That would be to intrude within the holy place of a human + heart. One thing alone I will venture to affirm—that bitterness + against either of his friends, whose spirits rushed together and left his + outside, had no place in that noble nature. His fate lay behind him, like + the birth of Shargar, like the death of Ericson, a decree. + </p> + <p> + I do not even know in what direction he first went. That he had seen many + cities and many countries was apparent from glimpses of ancient streets, + of mountain-marvels, of strange constellations, of things in heaven and + earth which no one could have seen but himself, called up by the magic of + his words. A silent man in company, he talked much when his hour of speech + arrived. Seldom, however, did he narrate any incident save in connection + with some truth of human nature, or fact of the universe. + </p> + <p> + I do know that the first thing he always did on reaching any new place was + to visit the church with the loftiest spire; but he never looked into the + church itself until he had left the earth behind him as far as that church + would afford him the possibility of ascent. Breathing the air of its + highest region, he found himself vaguely strengthened, yes comforted. One + peculiar feeling he had, into which I could enter only upon happy + occasion, of the presence of God in the wind. He said the wind up there on + the heights of human aspiration always made him long and pray. Asking him + one day something about his going to church so seldom, he answered thus: + </p> + <p> + 'My dear boy, it does me ten times more good to get outside the spire than + to go inside the church. The spire is the most essential, and consequently + the most neglected part of the building. It symbolizes the aspiration + without which no man's faith can hold its own. But the effort of too many + of her priests goes to conceal from the worshippers the fact that there is + such a stair, with a door to it out of the church. It looks as if they + feared their people would desert them for heaven. But I presume it arises + generally from the fact that they know of such an ascent themselves, only + by hearsay. The knowledge of God is good, but the church is better!' + </p> + <p> + 'Could it be,' I ventured to suggest, 'that, in order to ascend, they must + put off the priests' garments?' + </p> + <p> + 'Good, my boy!' he answered. 'All are priests up there, and must be + clothed in fine linen, clean and white—the righteousness of saints—not + the imputed righteousness of another,—that is a lying doctrine—but + their own righteousness which God has wrought in them by Christ.' I never + knew a man in whom the inward was so constantly clothed upon by the + outward, whose ordinary habits were so symbolic of his spiritual tastes, + or whose enjoyment of the sight of his eyes and the hearing of his ears + was so much informed by his highest feelings. He regarded all human + affairs from the heights of religion, as from their church-spires he + looked down on the red roofs of Antwerp, on the black roofs of Cologne, on + the gray roofs of Strasburg, or on the brown roofs of Basel—uplifted + for the time above them, not in dissociation from them. + </p> + <p> + On the base of the missing twin-spire at Strasburg, high over the roof of + the church, stands a little cottage—how strange its white muslin + window-curtains look up there! To the day of his death he cherished the + fancy of writing a book in that cottage, with the grand city to which + London looks a modern mushroom, its thousand roofs with row upon row of + windows in them—often five garret stories, one above the other, and + its thickets of multiform chimneys, the thrones and procreant cradles of + the storks, marvellous in history, habit, and dignity—all below him. + </p> + <p> + He was taken ill at Valence and lay there for a fortnight, oppressed with + some kind of low fever. One night he awoke from a refreshing sleep, but + could not sleep again. It seemed to him afterwards as if he had lain + waiting for something. Anyhow something came. As it were a faint musical + rain had invaded his hearing; but the night was clear, for the moon was + shining on his window-blind. The sound came nearer, and revealed itself a + delicate tinkling of bells. It drew nearer still and nearer, growing in + sweet fulness as it came, till at length a slow torrent of tinklings went + past his window in the street below. It was the flow of a thousand little + currents of sound, a gliding of silvery threads, like the talking of + water-ripples against the side of a barge in a slow canal—all as + soft as the moonlight, as exquisite as an odour, each sound tenderly + truncated and dull. A great multitude of sheep was shifting its quarters + in the night, whence and whither and why he never knew. To his heart they + were the messengers of the Most High. For into that heart, soothed and + attuned by their thin harmony, not on the wind that floated without + breaking their lovely message, but on the ripples of the wind that bloweth + where it listeth, came the words, unlooked for, their coming unheralded by + any mental premonition, 'My peace I give unto you.' The sounds died slowly + away in the distance, fainting out of the air, even as they had grown upon + it, but the words remained. + </p> + <p> + In a few moments he was fast asleep, comforted by pleasure into repose; + his dreams were of gentle self-consoling griefs; and when he awoke in the + morning—'My peace I give unto you,' was the first thought of which + he was conscious. It may be that the sound of the sheep-bells made him + think of the shepherds that watched their flocks by night, and they of the + multitude of the heavenly host, and they of the song—'On earth + peace': I do not know. The important point is not how the words came, but + that the words remained—remained until he understood them, and they + became to him spirit and life. + </p> + <p> + He soon recovered strength sufficiently to set out again upon his travels, + great part of which he performed on foot. In this way he reached Avignon. + Passing from one of its narrow streets into an open place in the midst, + all at once he beheld, towering above him, on a height that overlooked the + whole city and surrounding country, a great crucifix. The form of the Lord + of Life still hung in the face of heaven and earth. He bowed his head + involuntarily. No matter that when he drew nearer the power of it + vanished. The memory of it remained with its first impression, and it had + a share in what followed. + </p> + <p> + He made his way eastward towards the Alps. As he walked one day about noon + over a desolate heath-covered height, reminding him not a little of the + country of his childhood, the silence seized upon him. In the midst of the + silence arose the crucifix, and once more the words which had often + returned upon him sounded in the ears of the inner hearing, 'My peace I + give unto you.' They were words he had known from the earliest memorial + time. He had heard them in infancy, in childhood, in boyhood, in youth: + now first in manhood it flashed upon him that the Lord did really mean + that the peace of his soul should be the peace of their souls; that the + peace wherewith his own soul was quiet, the peace at the very heart of the + universe, was henceforth theirs—open to them, to all the world, to + enter and be still. He fell upon his knees, bowed down in the birth of a + great hope, held up his hands towards heaven, and cried, 'Lord Christ, + give me thy peace.' + </p> + <p> + He said no more, but rose, caught up his stick, and strode forward, + thinking. + </p> + <p> + He had learned what the sentence meant; what that was of which it spoke he + had not yet learned. The peace he had once sought, the peace that lay in + the smiles and tenderness of a woman, had 'overcome him like a summer + cloud,' and had passed away. There was surely a deeper, a wider, a grander + peace for him than that, if indeed it was the same peace wherewith the + king of men regarded his approaching end, that he had left as a heritage + to his brothers. Suddenly he was aware that the earth had begun to live + again. The hum of insects arose from the heath around him; the odour of + its flowers entered his dulled sense; the wind kissed him on the forehead; + the sky domed up over his head; and the clouds veiled the distant mountain + tops like the smoke of incense ascending from the altars of the + worshipping earth. All Nature began to minister to one who had begun to + lift his head from the baptism of fire. He had thought that Nature could + never more be anything to him; and she was waiting on him like a mother. + The next moment he was offended with himself for receiving ministrations + the reaction of whose loveliness might no longer gather around the form of + Mary St. John. Every wavelet of scent, every toss of a flower's head in + the breeze, came with a sting in its pleasure—for there was no woman + to whom they belonged. Yet he could not shut them out, for God and not + woman is the heart of the universe. Would the day ever come when the + loveliness of Mary St. John, felt and acknowledged as never before, would + be even to him a joy and a thanksgiving? If ever, then because God is the + heart of all. + </p> + <p> + I do not think this mood, wherein all forms of beauty sped to his soul as + to their own needful centre, could have lasted over many miles of his + journey. But such delicate inward revelations are none the less precious + that they are evanescent. Many feelings are simply too good to last—using + the phrase not in the unbelieving sense in which it is generally used, + expressing the conviction that God is a hard father, fond of disappointing + his children, but to express the fact that intensity and endurance cannot + yet coexist in the human economy. But the virtue of a mood depends by no + means on its immediate presence. Like any other experience, it may be + believed in, and, in the absence which leaves the mind free to contemplate + it, work even more good than in its presence. + </p> + <p> + At length he came in sight of the Alpine regions. Far off, the heads of + the great mountains rose into the upper countries of cloud, where the + snows settled on their stony heads, and the torrents ran out from beneath + the frozen mass to gladden the earth below with the faith of the lonely + hills. The mighty creatures lay like grotesque animals of a far-off + titanic time, whose dead bodies had been first withered into stone, then + worn away by the storms, and covered with shrouds and palls of snow, till + the outlines of their forms were gone, and only rough shapes remained like + those just blocked out in the sculptor's marble, vaguely suggesting what + the creatures had been, as the corpse under the sheet of death is like a + man. He came amongst the valleys at their feet, with their blue-green + waters hurrying seawards—from stony heights of air into the mass of + 'the restless wavy plain'; with their sides of rock rising in gigantic + terrace after terrace up to the heavens; with their scaling pines, erect + and slight, cone-head aspiring above cone-head, ambitious to clothe the + bare mass with green, till failing at length in their upward efforts, the + savage rock shot away and beyond and above them, the white and blue + glaciers clinging cold and cruel to their ragged sides, and the dead blank + of whiteness covering their final despair. He drew near to the lower + glaciers, to find their awful abysses tremulous with liquid blue, a blue + tender and profound as if fed from the reservoir of some hidden sky + intenser than ours; he rejoiced over the velvety fields dotted with the + toy-like houses of the mountaineers; he sat for hours listening by the + side of their streams; he grew weary, felt oppressed, longed for a wider + outlook, and began to climb towards a mountain village of which he had + heard from a traveller, to find solitude and freedom in an air as lofty as + if he climbed twelve of his beloved cathedral spires piled up in + continuous ascent. + </p> + <p> + After ascending for hours in zigzags through pine woods, where the only + sound was of the little streams trotting down to the valley below, or the + distant hush of some thin waterfall, he reached a level, and came out of + the woods. The path now led along the edge of a precipice descending sheer + to the uppermost terrace of the valley he had left. The valley was but a + cleft in the mass of the mountain: a little way over sank its other wall, + steep as a plumb-line could have made it, of solid rock. On his right lay + green fields of clover and strange grasses. Ever and anon from the cleft + steamed up great blinding clouds of mist, which now wandered about over + the nations of rocks on the mountain side beyond the gulf, now wrapt + himself in their bewildering folds. In one moment the whole creation had + vanished, and there seemed scarce existence enough left for more than the + following footstep; the next, a mighty mountain stood in front, crowned + with blinding snow, an awful fact; the lovely heavens were over his head, + and the green sod under his feet; the grasshoppers chirped about him, and + the gorgeous butterflies flew. From regions far beyond came the bells of + the kine and the goats. He reached a little inn, and there took up his + quarters. + </p> + <p> + I am able to be a little minute in my description, because I have since + visited the place myself. Great heights rise around it on all sides. It + stands as between heaven and hell, suspended between peaks and gulfs. The + wind must roar awfully there in the winter; but the mountains stand away + with their avalanches, and all the summer long keep the cold off the + grassy fields. + </p> + <p> + The same evening, he was already weary. The next morning it rained. It + rained fiercely all day. He would leave the place on the morrow. In the + evening it began to clear up. He walked out. The sun was setting. The + snow-peaks were faintly tinged with rose, and the ragged masses of vapour + that hung lazy and leaden-coloured about the sides of the abyss, were + partially dyed a sulky orange red. Then all faded into gray. But as the + sunlight vanished, a veil sank from the face of the moon, already half-way + to the zenith, and she gathered courage and shone, till the mountain + looked lovely as a ghost in the gleam of its snow and the glimmer of its + glaciers. 'Ah!' thought Falconer, 'such a peace at last is all a man can + look for—the repose of a spectral Elysium, a world where passion has + died away, and only the dim ghost of its memory to disturb with a shadowy + sorrow the helpless content of its undreaming years. The religion that can + do but this much is not a very great or very divine thing. The human heart + cannot invent a better it may be, but it can imagine grander results.' + </p> + <p> + He did not yet know what the religion was of which he spoke. As well might + a man born stone-deaf estimate the power of sweet sounds, or he who knows + not a square from a circle pronounce upon the study of mathematics. + </p> + <p> + The next morning rose brilliant—an ideal summer day. He would not go + yet; he would spend one day more in the place. He opened his valise to get + some lighter garments. His eye fell on a New Testament. Dr. Anderson had + put it there. He had never opened it yet, and now he let it lie. Its time + had not yet come. He went out. + </p> + <p> + Walking up the edge of the valley, he came upon a little stream whose talk + he had heard for some hundred yards. It flowed through a grassy hollow, + with steeply sloping sides. Water is the same all the world over; but + there was more than water here to bring his childhood back to Falconer. + For at the spot where the path led him down to the burn, a little crag + stood out from the bank,—a gray stone like many he knew on the + stream that watered the valley of Rothieden: on the top of the stone grew + a little heather; and beside it, bending towards the water, was a silver + birch. He sat down on the foot of the rock, shut in by the high grassy + banks from the gaze of the awful mountains. The sole unrest was the run of + the water beside him, and it sounded so homely, that he began to jabber + Scotch to it. He forgot that this stream was born in the clouds, far up + where that peak rose into the air behind him; he did not know that a + couple of hundred yards from where he sat, it tumbled headlong into the + valley below: with his country's birch-tree beside him, and the rock + crowned with its tuft of heather over his head, the quiet as of a Sabbath + afternoon fell upon him—that quiet which is the one altogether + lovely thing in the Scotch Sabbath—and once more the words arose in + his mind, 'My peace I give unto you.' + </p> + <p> + Now he fell a-thinking what this peace could be. And it came into his mind + as he thought, that Jesus had spoken in another place about giving rest to + those that came to him, while here he spoke about 'my peace.' Could this + my mean a certain kind of peace that the Lord himself possessed? Perhaps + it was in virtue of that peace, whatever it was, that he was the Prince of + Peace. Whatever peace he had must be the highest and best peace—therefore + the one peace for a man to seek, if indeed, as the words of the Lord + seemed to imply, a man was capable of possessing it. He remembered the New + Testament in his box, and, resolving to try whether he could not make + something more out of it, went back to the inn quieter in heart than since + he left his home. In the evening he returned to the brook, and fell to + searching the story, seeking after the peace of Jesus. + </p> + <p> + He found that the whole passage stood thus:— + </p> + <p> + 'Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth + give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be + afraid.' + </p> + <p> + He did not leave the place for six weeks. Every day he went to the burn, + as he called it, with his New Testament; every day tried yet again to make + out something more of what the Saviour meant. By the end of the month it + had dawned upon him, he hardly knew how, that the peace of Jesus + (although, of course, he could not know what it was like till he had it) + must have been a peace that came from the doing of the will of his Father. + From the account he gave of the discoveries he then made, I venture to + represent them in the driest and most exact form that I can find they will + admit of. When I use the word discoveries, I need hardly say that I use it + with reference to Falconer and his previous knowledge. They were these:—that + Jesus taught— + </p> + <p> + First,—That a man's business is to do the will of God: + </p> + <p> + Second,—That God takes upon himself the care of the man: + </p> + <p> + Third,—Therefore, that a man must never be afraid of anything; and + so, + </p> + <p> + Fourth,—be left free to love God with all his heart, and his + neighbour as himself. + </p> + <p> + But one day, his thoughts having cleared themselves a little upon these + points, a new set of questions arose with sudden inundation—comprised + in these two:— + </p> + <p> + 'How can I tell for certain that there ever was such a man? How am I to be + sure that such as he says is the mind of the maker of these glaciers and + butterflies?' + </p> + <p> + All this time he was in the wilderness as much as Moses at the back of + Horeb, or St. Paul when he vanishes in Arabia: and he did nothing but read + the four gospels and ponder over them. Therefore it is not surprising that + he should have already become so familiar with the gospel story, that the + moment these questions appeared, the following words should dart to the + forefront of his consciousness to meet them:— + </p> + <p> + 'If any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be + of God, or whether I speak of myself.' + </p> + <p> + Here was a word of Jesus himself, announcing the one means of arriving at + a conviction of the truth or falsehood of all that he said, namely, the + doing of the will of God by the man who would arrive at such conviction. + </p> + <p> + The next question naturally was: What is this will of God of which Jesus + speaks? Here he found himself in difficulty. The theology of his + grandmother rushed in upon him, threatening to overwhelm him with demands + as to feeling and inward action from which his soul turned with sickness + and fainting. That they were repulsive to him, that they appeared unreal, + and contradictory to the nature around him, was no proof that they were + not of God. But on the other hand, that they demanded what seemed to him + unjust,—that these demands were founded on what seemed to him + untruth attributed to God, on ways of thinking and feeling which are + certainly degrading in a man,—these were reasons of the very highest + nature for refusing to act upon them so long as, from whatever defects it + might be in himself, they bore to him this aspect. He saw that while they + appeared to be such, even though it might turn out that he mistook them, + to acknowledge them would be to wrong God. But this conclusion left him in + no better position for practice than before. + </p> + <p> + When at length he did see what the will of God was, he wondered, so simple + did it appear, that he had failed to discover it at once. Yet not less + than a fortnight had he been brooding and pondering over the question, as + he wandered up and down that burnside, or sat at the foot of the + heather-crowned stone and the silver-barked birch, when the light began to + dawn upon him. It was thus. + </p> + <p> + In trying to understand the words of Jesus by searching back, as it were, + for such thoughts and feelings in him as would account for the words he + spoke, the perception awoke that at least he could not have meant by the + will of God any such theological utterances as those which troubled him. + Next it grew plain that what he came to do, was just to lead his life. + That he should do the work, such as recorded, and much besides, that the + Father gave him to do—this was the will of God concerning him. With + this perception arose the conviction that unto every man whom God had sent + into the world, he had given a work to do in that world. He had to lead + the life God meant him to lead. The will of God was to be found and done + in the world. In seeking a true relation to the world, would he find his + relation to God? + </p> + <p> + The time for action was come. + </p> + <p> + He rose up from the stone of his meditation, took his staff in his hand, + and went down the mountain, not knowing whither he went. And these were + some of his thoughts as he went: + </p> + <p> + 'If it was the will of God who made me and her, my will shall not be set + against his. I cannot be happy, but I will bow my head and let his waves + and his billows go over me. If there is such a God, he knows what a pain I + bear. His will be done. Jesus thought it well that his will should be done + to the death. Even if there be no God, it will be grand to be a disciple + of such a man, to do as he says, think as he thought—perhaps come to + feel as he felt.' + </p> + <p> + My reader may wonder that one so young should have been able to think so + practically—to the one point of action. But he was in earnest, and + what lay at the root of his character, at the root of all that he did, + felt, and became, was childlike simplicity and purity of nature. If the + sins of his father were mercifully visited upon him, so likewise were the + grace and loveliness of his mother. And between the two, Falconer had + fared well. + </p> + <p> + As he descended the mountain, the one question was—his calling. With + the faintest track to follow, with the clue of a spider's thread to guide + him, he would have known that his business was to set out at once to find, + and save his father. But never since the day when the hand of that father + smote him, and Mary St. John found him bleeding on the floor, had he heard + word or conjecture concerning him. If he were to set out to find him now, + it would be to search the earth for one who might have vanished from it + years ago. He might as well search the streets of a great city for a lost + jewel. When the time came for him to find his father, if such an hour was + written in the decrees of—I dare not say Fate, for Falconer hated + the word—if such was the will of God, some sign would be given him—that + is, some hint which he could follow with action. As he thought and thought + it became gradually plainer that he must begin his obedience by getting + ready for anything that God might require of him. Therefore he must go on + learning till the call came. + </p> + <p> + But he shivered at the thought of returning to Aberdeen. Might he not + continue his studies in Germany? Would that not be as good—possibly, + from the variety of the experience, better? But how was it to be decided? + By submitting the matter to the friend who made either possible. Dr. + Anderson had been to him as a father: he would be guided by his pleasure. + </p> + <p> + He wrote, therefore, to Dr. Anderson, saying that he would return at once + if he wished it, but that he would greatly prefer going to a German + university for two years. The doctor replied that of course he would + rather have him at home, but that he was confident Robert knew best what + was best for himself; therefore he had only to settle where he thought + proper, and the next summer he would come and see him, for he was not tied + to Aberdeen any more than Robert. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0052"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. HOME AGAIN. + </h2> + <p> + Four years passed before Falconer returned to his native country, during + which period Dr. Anderson had visited him twice, and shown himself well + satisfied with his condition and pursuits. The doctor had likewise visited + Rothieden, and had comforted the heart of the grandmother with regard to + her Robert. From what he learned upon this visit, he had arrived at a true + conjecture, I believe, as to the cause of the great change which had + suddenly taken place in the youth. But he never asked Robert a question + leading in the direction of the grief which he saw the healthy and earnest + nature of the youth gradually assimilating into his life. He had too much + respect for sorrow to approach it with curiosity. He had learned to put + off his shoes when he drew nigh the burning bush of human pain. + </p> + <p> + Robert had not settled at any of the universities, but had moved from one + to the other as he saw fit, report guiding him to the men who spoke with + authority. The time of doubt and anxious questioning was far from over, + but the time was long gone by—if in his case it had ever been—when + he could be like a wave of the sea, driven of the wind and tossed. He had + ever one anchor of the soul, and he found that it held—the faith of + Jesus (I say the faith of Jesus, not his own faith in Jesus), the truth of + Jesus, the life of Jesus. However his intellect might be tossed on the + waves of speculation and criticism, he found that the word the Lord had + spoken remained steadfast; for in doing righteously, in loving mercy, in + walking humbly, the conviction increased that Jesus knew the very secret + of human life. Now and then some great vision gleamed across his soul of + the working of all things towards a far-off goal of simple obedience to a + law of life, which God knew, and which his son had justified through + sorrow and pain. Again and again the words of the Master gave him a peep + into a region where all was explicable, where all that was crooked might + be made straight, where every mountain of wrong might be made low, and + every valley of suffering exalted. Ever and again some one of the dark + perplexities of humanity began to glimmer with light in its inmost depth. + Nor was he without those moments of communion when the creature is lifted + into the secret place of the Creator. + </p> + <p> + Looking back to the time when it seemed that he cried and was not heard, + he saw that God had been hearing, had been answering, all the time; had + been making him capable of receiving the gift for which he prayed. He saw + that intellectual difficulty encompassing the highest operations of + harmonizing truth, can no more affect their reality than the dulness of + chaos disprove the motions of the wind of God over the face of its waters. + He saw that any true revelation must come out of the unknown in God + through the unknown in man. He saw that its truths must rise in the man as + powers of life, and that only as that life grows and unfolds can the + ever-lagging intellect gain glimpses of partial outlines fading away into + the infinite—that, indeed, only in material things and the laws that + belong to them, are outlines possible—even there, only in the + picture of them which the mind that analyzes them makes for itself, not in + the things themselves. + </p> + <p> + At the close of these four years, with his spirit calm and hopeful, truth + his passion, and music, which again he had resumed and diligently + cultivated, his pleasure, Falconer returned to Aberdeen. He was received + by Dr. Anderson as if he had in truth been his own son. In the room stood + a tall figure, with its back towards them, pocketing its handkerchief. The + next moment the figure turned, and—could it be?—yes, it was + Shargar. Doubt lingered only until he opened his mouth, and said 'Eh, + Robert!' with which exclamation he threw himself upon him, and after a + very undignified fashion began crying heartily. Tall as he was, Robert's + great black head towered above him, and his shoulders were like a rock + against which Shargar's slight figure leaned. He looked down like a + compassionate mastiff upon a distressed Italian grayhound. His eyes + shimmered with feeling, but Robert's tears, if he ever shed any, were kept + for very solemn occasions. He was more likely to weep for awful joy than + for any sufferings either in himself or others. 'Shargar!' pronounced in a + tone full of a thousand memories, was all the greeting he returned; but + his great manly hand pressed Shargar's delicate long-fingered one with a + grasp which must have satisfied his friend that everything was as it had + been between them, and that their friendship from henceforth would take a + new start. For with all that Robert had seen, thought, and learned, now + that the bitterness of loss had gone by, the old times and the old friends + were dearer. If there was any truth in the religion of God's will, in + which he was a disciple, every moment of life's history which had brought + soul in contact with soul, must be sacred as a voice from behind the veil. + Therefore he could not now rest until he had gone to see his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + 'Will you come to Rothieden with me, Shargar? I beg your pardon—I + oughtn't to keep up an old nickname,' said Robert, as they sat that + evening with the doctor, over a tumbler of toddy. + </p> + <p> + 'If you call me anything else, I'll cut my throat, Robert, as I told you + before. If any one else does,' he added, laughing, 'I'll cut his throat.' + </p> + <p> + 'Can he go with me, doctor?' asked Robert, turning to their host. + </p> + <p> + 'Certainly. He has not been to Rothieden since he took his degree. He's an + A.M. now, and has distinguished himself besides. You'll see him in his + uniform soon, I hope. Let's drink his health, Robert. Fill your glass.' + </p> + <p> + The doctor filled his glass slowly and solemnly. He seldom drank even + wine, but this was a rare occasion. He then rose, and with equal slowness, + and a tremor in his voice which rendered it impossible to imagine the + presence of anything but seriousness, said, + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, my son, let's drink the health of George Moray, Gentleman. Stand + up.' + </p> + <p> + Robert rose, and in his confusion Shargar rose too, and sat down again, + blushing till his red hair looked yellow beside his cheeks. The men + repeated the words, 'George Moray, Gentleman,' emptied their glasses, and + resumed their seats. Shargar rose trembling, and tried in vain to speak. + The reason in part was, that he sought to utter himself in English. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots! Damn English!' he broke out at last. 'Gin I be a gentleman, Dr. + Anderson and Robert Falconer, it's you twa 'at's made me ane, an' God + bless ye, an' I'm yer hoomble servant to a' etairnity.' + </p> + <p> + So saying, Shargar resumed his seat, filled his glass with trembling hand, + emptied it to hide his feelings, but without success, rose once more, and + retreated to the hall for a space. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Robert and Shargar got on the coach and went to + Rothieden. Robert turned his head aside as they came near the bridge and + the old house of Bogbonnie. But, ashamed of his weakness, he turned again + and looked at the house. There it stood, all the same,—a thing for + the night winds to howl in, and follow each other in mad gambols through + its long passages and rooms, so empty from the first that not even a ghost + had any reason for going there—a place almost without a history—dreary + emblem of so many empty souls that have hidden their talent in a napkin, + and have nothing to return for it when the Master calls them. Having + looked this one in the face, he felt stronger to meet those other places + before which his heart quailed yet more. He knew that Miss St. John had + left soon after Ericson's death: whether he was sorry or glad that he + should not see her he could not tell. He thought Rothieden would look like + Pompeii, a city buried and disinterred; but when the coach drove into the + long straggling street, he found the old love revive, and although the + blood rushed back to his heart when Captain Forsyth's house came in view, + he did not turn away, but made his eyes, and through them his heart, + familiar with its desolation. He got down at the corner, and leaving + Shargar to go on to The Boar's Head and look after the luggage, walked + into his grandmother's house and straight into her little parlour. She + rose with her old stateliness when she saw a stranger enter the room, and + stood waiting his address. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, grannie,' said Robert, and took her in his arms. + </p> + <p> + 'The Lord's name be praised!' faltered she. 'He's ower guid to the likes + o' me.' + </p> + <p> + And she lifted up her voice and wept. + </p> + <p> + She had been informed of his coming, but she had not expected him till the + evening; he was much altered, and old age is slow. + </p> + <p> + He had hardly placed her in her chair, when Betty came in. If she had + shown him respect before, it was reverence now. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, sir!' she said, 'I didna ken it was you, or I wadna hae come into the + room ohn chappit at the door. I'll awa' back to my kitchie.' + </p> + <p> + So saying, she turned to leave the room. + </p> + <p> + 'Hoots! Betty,' cried Robert, 'dinna be a gowk. Gie 's a grip o yer han'.' + </p> + <p> + Betty stood staring and irresolute, overcome at sight of the manly bulk + before her. + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ye dinna behave yersel', Betty, I'll jist awa' ower to Muckledrum, + an' hae a caw (drive) throu the sessions-buik.' + </p> + <p> + Betty laughed for the first time at the awful threat, and the ice once + broken, things returned to somewhat of their old footing. + </p> + <p> + I must not linger on these days. The next morning Robert paid a visit to + Bodyfauld, and found that time had there flowed so gently that it had left + but few wrinkles and fewer gray hairs. The fields, too, had little change + to show; and the hill was all the same, save that its pines had grown. His + chief mission was to John Hewson and his wife. When he left for the + continent, he was not so utterly absorbed in his own griefs as to forget + Jessie. He told her story to Dr. Anderson, and the good man had gone to + see her the same day. + </p> + <p> + In the evening, when he knew he should find them both at home, he walked + into the cottage. They were seated by the fire, with the same pot hanging + on the same crook for their supper. They rose, and asked him to sit down, + but did not know him. When he told them who he was, they greeted him + warmly, and John Hewson smiled something of the old smile, but only like + it, for it had no 'rays proportionately delivered' from his mouth over his + face. + </p> + <p> + After a little indifferent chat, Robert said, + </p> + <p> + 'I came through Aberdeen yesterday, John.' + </p> + <p> + At the very mention of Aberdeen, John's head sunk. He gave no answer, but + sat looking in the fire. His wife rose and went to the other end of the + room, busying herself quietly about the supper. Robert thought it best to + plunge into the matter at once. + </p> + <p> + 'I saw Jessie last nicht,' he said. + </p> + <p> + Still there was no reply. John's face had grown hard as a stone face, but + Robert thought rather from the determination to govern his feelings than + from resentment. + </p> + <p> + 'She's been doin' weel ever sin' syne,' he added. + </p> + <p> + Still no word from either; and Robert fearing some outburst of indignation + ere he had said his say, now made haste. + </p> + <p> + 'She's been a servant wi' Dr. Anderson for four year noo, an' he's sair + pleased wi' her. She's a fine woman. But her bairnie's deid, an' that was + a sair blow till her.' + </p> + <p> + He heard a sob from the mother, but still John made no sign. + </p> + <p> + 'It was a bonnie bairnie as ever ye saw. It luikit in her face, she says, + as gin it kent a' aboot it, and had only come to help her throu the warst + o' 't; for it gaed hame 'maist as sune's ever she was richt able to thank + God for sen'in' her sic an angel to lead her to repentance.' + </p> + <p> + 'John,' said his wife, coming behind his chair, and laying her hand on his + shoulder, 'what for dinna ye speyk? Ye hear what Maister Faukner says.—Ye + dinna think a thing's clean useless 'cause there may be a spot upo' 't?' + she added, wiping her eyes with her apron. + </p> + <p> + 'A spot upo' 't?' cried John, starting to his feet. 'What ca' ye a spot?—Wuman, + dinna drive me mad to hear ye lichtlie the glory o' virginity.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's a' verra weel, John,' interposed Robert quietly; 'but there was + ane thocht as muckle o' 't as ye do, an' wad hae been ashamed to hear ye + speak that gait aboot yer ain dauchter.' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna unnerstan' ye,' returned Hewson, looking raised-like at him. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna ye ken, man, that amo' them 'at kent the Lord best whan he cam frae + haiven to luik efter his ain—to seek and to save, ye ken—amo' + them 'at cam roon aboot him to hearken till 'im, was lasses 'at had gane + the wrang gait a'thegither,—no like your bonnie Jessie 'at fell but + ance. Man, ye're jist like Simon the Pharisee, 'at was sae scunnert at oor + Lord 'cause he loot the wuman 'at was a sinner tak her wull o' 's feet—the + feet 'at they war gaein' to tak their wull o' efter anither fashion afore + lang. He wad hae shawn her the door—Simon wad—like you, John; + but the Lord tuik her pairt. An' lat me tell you, John—an' I winna + beg yer pardon for sayin' 't, for it's God's trowth—lat me tell you, + 'at gin ye gang on that gait ye'll be sidin' wi' the Pharisee, an' no wi' + oor Lord. Ye may lippen to yer wife, ay, an' to Jessie hersel', that kens + better nor eyther o' ye, no to mak little o' virginity. Faith! they think + mair o' 't than ye do, I'm thinkin', efter a'; only it's no a thing to say + muckle aboot. An' it's no to stan' for a'thing, efter a'.' + </p> + <p> + Silence followed. John sat down again, and buried his face in his hands. + At length he murmured from between them, + </p> + <p> + 'The lassie's weel?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay,' answered Robert; and silence followed again. + </p> + <p> + 'What wad ye hae me do?' asked John, lifting his head a little. + </p> + <p> + 'I wad hae ye sen' a kin' word till her. The lassie's hert's jist longin' + efter ye. That's a'. And that's no ower muckle.' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed no,' assented the mother. + </p> + <p> + John said nothing. But when his visitor rose he bade him a warm + good-night. + </p> + <p> + When Robert returned to Aberdeen he was the bearer of such a message as + made poor Jessie glad at heart. This was his first experience of the sort. + </p> + <p> + When he left the cottage, he did not return to the house, but threaded the + little forest of pines, climbing the hill till he came out on its bare + crown, where nothing grew but heather and blaeberries. There he threw + himself down, and gazed into the heavens. The sun was below the horizon; + all the dazzle was gone out of the gold, and the roses were fast fading; + the downy blue of the sky was trembling into stars over his head; the + brown dusk was gathering in the air; and a wind full of gentleness and + peace came to him from the west. He let his thoughts go where they would, + and they went up into the abyss over his head. + </p> + <p> + 'Lord, come to me,' he cried in his heart, 'for I cannot go to thee. If I + were to go up and up through that awful space for ages and ages, I should + never find thee. Yet there thou art. The tenderness of thy infinitude + looks upon me from those heavens. Thou art in them and in me. Because thou + thinkest, I think. I am thine—all thine. I abandon myself to thee. + Fill me with thyself. When I am full of thee, my griefs themselves will + grow golden in thy sunlight. Thou holdest them and their cause, and wilt + find some nobler atonement between them than vile forgetfulness and the + death of love. Lord, let me help those that are wretched because they do + not know thee. Let me tell them that thou, the Life, must needs suffer for + and with them, that they may be partakers of thy ineffable peace. My life + is hid in thine: take me in thy hand as Gideon bore the pitcher to the + battle. Let me be broken if need be, that thy light may shine upon the + lies which men tell them in thy name, and which eat away their hearts.' + </p> + <p> + Having persuaded Shargar to remain with Mrs. Falconer for a few days, and + thus remove the feeling of offence she still cherished because of his + 'munelicht flittin',' he returned to Dr. Anderson, who now unfolded his + plans for him. These were, that he should attend the medical classes + common to the two universities, and at the same time accompany him in his + visits to the poor. He did not at all mean, he said, to determine Robert's + life as that of a medical man, but from what he had learned of his + feelings, he was confident that a knowledge of medicine would be + invaluable to him. I think the good doctor must have foreseen the kind of + life which Falconer would at length choose to lead, and with true and + admirable wisdom, sought to prepare him for it. However this may be, + Robert entertained the proposal gladly, went into the scheme with his + whole heart, and began to widen that knowledge of and sympathy with the + poor which were the foundation of all his influence over them. + </p> + <p> + For a time, therefore, he gave a diligent and careful attendance upon + lectures, read sufficiently, took his rounds with Dr. Anderson, and + performed such duties as he delegated to his greater strength. Had the + healing art been far less of an enjoyment to him than it was, he could yet + hardly have failed of great progress therein; but seeing that it accorded + with his best feelings, profoundest theories, and loftiest hopes, and that + he received it as a work given him to do, it is not surprising that a + certain faculty of cure, almost partaking of the instinctive, should have + been rapidly developed in him, to the wonder and delight of his friend and + master. + </p> + <p> + In this labour he again spent about four years, during which time he + gathered much knowledge of human nature, learning especially to judge it + from no stand-point of his own, but in every individual case to take a new + position whence the nature and history of the man should appear in true + relation to the yet uncompleted result. He who cannot feel the humanity of + his neighbour because he is different from himself in education, habits, + opinions, morals, circumstances, objects, is unfit, if not unworthy, to + aid him. + </p> + <p> + Within this period Shargar had gone out to India, where he had + distinguished himself particularly on a certain harassing march. Towards + the close of the four years he had leave of absence, and was on his way + home. About the same time Robert, in consequence of a fever brought on by + over-fatigue, was in much need of a holiday; and Dr. Anderson proposed + that he should meet Moray at Southampton. + </p> + <p> + Shargar had no expectation of seeing him, and his delight, not greater on + that account, broke out more wildly. No thinnest film had grown over his + heart, though in all else he was considerably changed. The army had done + everything that was wanted for his outward show of man. The drawling walk + had vanished, and a firm step and soldierly stride had taken its place; + his bearing was free, yet dignified; his high descent came out in the ease + of his carriage and manners: there could be no doubt that at last Shargar + was a gentleman. His hair had changed to a kind of red chestnut. His + complexion was much darkened with the Indian sun. His eyes, too, were + darker, and no longer rolled slowly from one object to another, but + indicated by their quick glances a mind ready to observe and as ready to + resolve. His whole appearance was more than prepossessing—it was + even striking. + </p> + <p> + Robert was greatly delighted with the improvement in him, and far more + when he found that his mind's growth had at least kept pace with his + body's change. It would be more correct to say that it had preceded and + occasioned it; for however much the army may be able to do in that way, it + had certainly, in Moray's case, only seconded the law of inward growth + working outward show. + </p> + <p> + The young men went up to London together, and great was the pleasure they + had in each other's society, after so long a separation in which their + hearts had remained unchanged while their natures had grown both worthy + and capable of more honour and affection. They had both much to tell; for + Robert was naturally open save in regard to his grief; and Shargar was + proud of being able to communicate with Robert from a nearer level, in + virtue of now knowing many things that Robert could not know. They went + together to a hotel in St. Paul's Churchyard. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0053"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. A MERE GLIMPSE. + </h2> + <p> + At the close of a fortnight, Falconer thought it time to return to his + duties in Aberdeen. The day before the steamer sailed, they found + themselves, about six o'clock, in Gracechurch Street. It was a fine summer + evening. The street was less crowded than earlier in the afternoon, + although there was a continuous stream of waggons, omnibuses, and cabs + both ways. As they stood on the curbstone, a little way north of Lombard + Street, waiting to cross— + </p> + <p> + 'You see, Shargar,' said Robert, 'Nature will have her way. Not all the + hurry and confusion and roar can keep the shadows out. Look: wherever a + space is for a moment vacant, there falls a shadow, as grotesque, as + strange, as full of unutterable things as any shadow on a field of grass + and daisies.' + </p> + <p> + 'I remember feeling the same kind of thing in India,' returned Shargar, + 'where nothing looked as if it belonged to the world I was born in, but my + own shadow. In such a street as this, however, all the shadows look as if + they belonged to another world, and had no business here.' + </p> + <p> + 'I quite feel that,' returned Falconer. 'They come like angels from the + lovely west and the pure air, to show that London cannot hurt them, for it + too is within the Kingdom of God—to teach the lovers of nature, like + the old orthodox Jew, St. Peter, that they must not call anything common + or unclean.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar made no reply, and Robert glanced round at him. He was staring + with wide eyes into, not at the crowd of vehicles that filled the street. + His face was pale, and strangely like the Shargar of old days. + </p> + <p> + 'What's the matter with you?' Robert asked in some bewilderment. + </p> + <p> + Receiving no answer, he followed Shargar's gaze, and saw a strange sight + for London city. + </p> + <p> + In the middle of the crowd of vehicles, with an omnibus before them, and a + brewer's dray behind them, came a line of three donkey-carts, heaped high + with bundles and articles of gipsy-gear. The foremost was conducted by a + middle-aged woman of tall, commanding aspect, and expression both cunning + and fierce. She walked by the donkey's head carrying a short stick, with + which she struck him now and then, but which she oftener waved over his + head like the truncheon of an excited marshal on the battle-field, + accompanying its movements now with loud cries to the animal, now with + loud response to the chaff of the omnibus conductor, the dray driver, and + the tradesmen in carts about her. She was followed by a very handsome, + olive-complexioned, wild-looking young woman, with her black hair done up + in a red handkerchief, who conducted her donkey more quietly. Both seemed + as much at home in the roar of Gracechurch Street as if they had been + crossing a wild common. A loutish-looking young man brought up the rear + with the third donkey. From the bundles on the foremost cart peeped a + lovely, fair-haired, English-looking child. + </p> + <p> + Robert took all this in in a moment. The same moment Shargar's spell was + broken. + </p> + <p> + 'Lord, it is my mither!' he cried, and darted under a horse's neck into + the middle of the ruck. + </p> + <p> + He needled his way through till he reached the woman. She was swearing at + a cabman whose wheel had caught the point of her donkey's shaft, and was + hauling him round. Heedless of everything, Shargar threw his arms about + her, crying, + </p> + <p> + 'Mither! mither!' + </p> + <p> + 'Nane o' yer blastit humbug!' she exclaimed, as, with a vigorous throw and + a wriggle, she freed herself from his embrace and pushed him away. + </p> + <p> + The moment she had him at arm's length, however, her hand closed upon his + arm, and her other hand went up to her brow. From underneath it her eyes + shot up and down him from head to foot, and he could feel her hand closing + and relaxing and closing again, as if she were trying to force her long + nails into his flesh. He stood motionless, waiting the result of her + scrutiny, utterly unconscious that he caused a congestion in the veins of + London, for every vehicle within sight of the pair had stopped. Falconer + said a strange silence fell upon the street, as if all the things in it + had been turned into shadows. + </p> + <p> + A rough voice, which sounded as if all London must have heard it, broke + the silence. It was the voice of the cabman who had been in altercation + with the woman. Bursting into an insulting laugh, he used words with + regard to her which it is better to leave unrecorded. The same instant + Shargar freed himself from her grasp, and stood by the fore wheel of the + cab. + </p> + <p> + 'Get down!' he said, in a voice that was not the less impressive that it + was low and hoarse. + </p> + <p> + The fellow saw what he meant, and whipped his horse. Shargar sprung on the + box, and dragged him down all but headlong. + </p> + <p> + 'Now,' he said, 'beg my mother's pardon.' + </p> + <p> + 'Be damned if I do, &c., &c.,' said the cabman. + </p> + <p> + 'Then defend yourself,' said Shargar. 'Robert.' + </p> + <p> + Falconer was watching it all, and was by his side in a moment. + </p> + <p> + 'Come on, you, &c., &c.,' cried the cabman, plucking up heart and + putting himself in fighting shape. He looked one of those insolent fellows + whom none see discomfited more gladly than the honest men of his own + class. The same moment he lay between his horse's feet. + </p> + <p> + Shargar turned to Robert, and saying only, 'There, Robert!' turned again + towards the woman. The cabman rose bleeding, and, desiring no more of the + same, climbed on his box, and went off, belabouring his horse, and pursued + by a roar from the street, for the spectators were delighted at his + punishment. + </p> + <p> + 'Now, mother,' said Shargar, panting with excitement. + </p> + <p> + 'What ca' they ye?' she asked, still doubtful, but as proud of being + defended as if the coarse words of her assailant had had no truth in them. + 'Ye canna be my lang-leggit Geordie.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for no?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye're a gentleman, faith!' + </p> + <p> + 'An' what for no, again?' returned Shargar, beginning to smile. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, it's weel speired. Yer father was ane ony gait—gin sae be 'at + ye are as ye say.' + </p> + <p> + Moray put his head close to hers, and whispered some words that nobody + heard but herself. + </p> + <p> + 'It's ower lang syne to min' upo' that,' she said in reply, with a look of + cunning consciousness ill settled upon her fine features. 'But ye can be + naebody but my Geordie. Haith, man!' she went on, regarding him once more + from head to foot, 'but ye're a credit to me, I maun alloo. Weel, gie me a + sovereign, an' I s' never come near ye.' + </p> + <p> + Poor Shargar in his despair turned half mechanically towards Robert. He + felt that it was time to interfere. + </p> + <p> + 'You forget, mother,' said Shargar, turning again to her, and speaking + English now, 'it was I that claimed you, and not you that claimed me.' + </p> + <p> + She seemed to have no idea of what he meant. + </p> + <p> + 'Come up the road here, to oor public, an' tak a glaiss, wuman,' said + Falconer. 'Dinna haud the fowk luikin' at ye.' + </p> + <p> + The temptation of a glass of something strong, and the hope of getting + money out of them, caused an instant acquiescence. She said a few words to + the young woman, who proceeded at once to tie her donkey's head to the + tail of the other cart. + </p> + <p> + 'Shaw the gait than,' said the elder, turning again to Falconer. + </p> + <p> + Shargar and he led the way to St. Paul's Churchyard, and the woman + followed faithfully. The waiter stared when they entered. + </p> + <p> + 'Bring a glass of whisky,' said Falconer, as he passed on to their private + room. When the whisky arrived, she tossed it off, and looked as if she + would like another glass. + </p> + <p> + 'Yer father 'ill hae ta'en ye up, I'm thinkin', laddie?' she said, turning + to her son. + </p> + <p> + 'No,' answered Shargar, gloomily. 'There's the man that took me up.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' wha may ye be?' she asked, turning to Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Falconer,' said Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'No a son o' Anerew Faukner?' she asked again, with evident interest. + </p> + <p> + 'The same,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, Geordie,' she said, turning once more to her son, 'it's like + mither, like father to the twa o' ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Did you know my father?' asked Robert, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + Instead of answering him she made another remark to her son. + </p> + <p> + 'He needna be ashamed o' your company, ony gait—queer kin' o' a + mither 'at I am.' + </p> + <p> + 'He never was ashamed of my company,' said Shargar, still gloomily. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, I kent yer father weel eneuch,' she said, now answering Robert—'mair + by token 'at I saw him last nicht. He was luikin' nae that ill.' + </p> + <p> + Robert sprung from his seat, and caught her by the arm. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow! ye needna gang into sic a flurry. He'll no come near ye, I s' + warran'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tell me where he is,' said Robert. 'Where did you see him? I'll gie ye a' + 'at I hae gin ye'll tak me till him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hooly! hooly! Wha's to gang luikin' for a thrum in a hay-sow?' returned + she, coolly. 'I only said 'at I saw him.' + </p> + <p> + 'But are ye sure it was him?' asked Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, sure eneuch,' she answered. + </p> + <p> + 'What maks ye sae sure?' + </p> + <p> + ''Cause I never was vrang yet. Set a man ance atween my twa een, an' that + 'll be twa 'at kens him whan 's ain mither 's forgotten 'im.' + </p> + <p> + 'Did you speak to him?' + </p> + <p> + 'Maybe ay, an' maybe no. I didna come here to be hecklet afore a jury.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tell me what he's like,' said Robert, agitated with eager hope. + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ye dinna ken what he's like, what for suld ye tak the trouble to + speir? But 'deed ye'll ken what he's like whan ye fa' in wi' him,' she + added, with a vindictive laugh—vindictive because he had given her + only one glass of strong drink. + </p> + <p> + With the laugh she rose, and made for the door. They rose at the same + moment to detain her. Like one who knew at once to fight and flee, she + turned and stunned them as with a blow. + </p> + <p> + 'She's a fine yoong thing, yon sister o' yours, Geordie. She'll be worth + siller by the time she's had a while at the schuil.' + </p> + <p> + The men looked at each other aghast. When they turned their eyes she had + vanished. They rushed to the door, and, parting, searched in both + directions. But they were soon satisfied that it was of no use. Probably + she had found a back way into Paternoster Row, whence the outlets are + numerous. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0054"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. THE DOCTOR'S DEATH. + </h2> + <p> + But now that Falconer had a ground, even thus shadowy, for hoping—I + cannot say believing—that his father might be in London, he could + not return to Aberdeen. Moray, who had no heart to hunt for his mother, + left the next day by the steamer. Falconer took to wandering about the + labyrinthine city, and in a couple of months knew more about the + metropolis—the west end excepted—than most people who had + lived their lives in it. The west end is no doubt a considerable exception + to make, but Falconer sought only his father, and the west end was the + place where he was least likely to find him. Day and night he wandered + into all sorts of places: the worse they looked the more attractive he + found them. It became almost a craze with him. He could not pass a dirty + court or low-browed archway. He might be there. Or he might have been + there. Or it was such a place as he would choose for shelter. He knew to + what such a life as his must have tended. + </p> + <p> + At first he was attracted only by tall elderly men. Such a man he would + sometimes follow till his following made him turn and demand his object. + If there was no suspicion of Scotch in his tone, Falconer easily + apologized. If there was, he made such replies as might lead to some + betrayal. He could not defend the course he was adopting: it had not the + shadow of probability upon its side. Still the greatest successes the + world has ever beheld had been at one time the greatest improbabilities! + He could not choose but go on, for as yet he could think of no other way. + </p> + <p> + Neither could a man like Falconer long confine his interest to this + immediate object, especially after he had, in following it, found + opportunity of being useful. While he still made it his main object to + find his father, that object became a centre from which radiated a + thousand influences upon those who were as sheep that had no shepherd. He + fell back into his old ways at Aberdeen, only with a boundless sphere to + work in, and with the hope of finding his father to hearten him. He + haunted the streets at night, went into all places of entertainment, often + to the disgust of senses and soul, and made his way into the lowest forms + of life without introduction or protection. + </p> + <p> + There was a certain stately air of the hills about him which was often + mistaken for country inexperience, and men thought in consequence to make + gain or game of him. But such found their mistake, and if not soon, then + the more completely. Far from provoking or even meeting hostility, he soon + satisfied those that persisted, that it was dangerous. In two years he + became well known to the poor of a large district, especially on both + sides of Shoreditch, for whose sake he made the exercise of his profession + though not an object yet a ready accident. + </p> + <p> + He lived in lodgings in John Street—the same in which I found him + when I came to know him. He made few acquaintances, and they were chiefly + the house-surgeons of hospitals—to which he paid frequent visits. + </p> + <p> + He always carried a book in his pocket, but did not read much. On Sundays + he generally went to some one of the many lonely heaths or commons of + Surrey with his New Testament. When weary in London, he would go to the + reading-room of the British Museum for an hour or two. He kept up a + regular correspondence with Dr. Anderson. + </p> + <p> + At length he received a letter from him, which occasioned his immediate + departure for Aberdeen. Until now, his friend, who was entirely satisfied + with his mode of life, and supplied him freely with money, had not even + expressed a wish to recall him, though he had often spoken of visiting him + in London. It now appeared that, unwilling to cause him any needless + anxiety, he had abstained from mentioning the fact that his health had + been declining. He had got suddenly worse, and Falconer hastened to obey + the summons he had sent him in consequence. + </p> + <p> + With a heavy heart he walked up to the hospitable door, recalling as he + ascended the steps how he had stood there a helpless youth, in want of a + few pounds to save his hopes, when this friend received him and bid him + God-speed on the path he desired to follow. In a moment more he was shown + into the study, and was passing through it to go to the cottage-room, when + Johnston laid his hand on his arm. + </p> + <p> + 'The maister's no up yet, sir,' he said, with a very solemn look. 'He's + been desperate efter seein' ye, and I maun gang an' lat him ken 'at ye're + here at last, for fear it suld be ower muckle for him, seein' ye a' at + ance. But eh, sir!' he added, the tears gathering in his eyes, 'ye'll + hardly ken 'im. He's that changed!' + </p> + <p> + Johnston left the study by the door to the cottage—Falconer had + never known the doctor sleep there—and returning a moment after, + invited him to enter. In the bed in the recess—the room unchanged, + with its deal table, and its sanded floor—lay the form of his + friend. Falconer hastened to the bedside, kneeled down, and took his hand + speechless. The doctor was silent too, but a smile overspread his + countenance, and revealed his inward satisfaction. Robert's heart was + full, and he could only gaze on the worn face. At length he was able to + speak. + </p> + <p> + 'What for didna ye sen' for me?' he said. 'Ye never tellt me ye was + ailin'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Because you were doing good, Robert, my boy; and I who had done so little + had no right to interrupt what you were doing. I wonder if God will give + me another chance. I would fain do better. I don't think I could sit + singing psalms to all eternity,' he added with a smile. + </p> + <p> + 'Whatever good I may do afore my turn comes, I hae you to thank for 't. + Eh, doctor, gin it hadna been for you!' + </p> + <p> + Robert's feelings overcame him. He resumed, brokenly, + </p> + <p> + 'Ye gae me a man to believe in, whan my ain father had forsaken me, and my + frien' was awa to God. Ye hae made me, doctor. Wi' meat an' drink an' + learnin' an' siller, an' a'thing at ance, ye hae made me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, Robert!' said the dying man, half rising on his elbow, 'to think what + God maks us a' to ane anither! My father did ten times for me what I hae + dune for you. As I lie here thinkin' I may see him afore a week's ower, + I'm jist a bairn again.' + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, the polish of his speech was gone, and the social refinement + of his countenance with it. The face of his ancestors, the noble, + sensitive, heart-full, but rugged, bucolic, and weather-beaten through + centuries of windy ploughing, hail-stormed sheep-keeping, long-paced + seed-sowing, and multiform labour, surely not less honourable in the sight + of the working God than the fighting of the noble, came back in the face + of the dying physician. From that hour to his death he spoke the rugged + dialect of his fathers. + </p> + <p> + A day or two after this, Robert again sitting by his bedside, + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna ken,' he said, 'whether it's richt—but I hae nae fear o' + deith, an' yet I canna say I'm sure aboot onything. I hae seen mony a ane + dee that cud hae no faith i' the Saviour; but I never saw that fear that + some gude fowk wud hae ye believe maun come at the last. I wadna like to + tak to ony papistry; but I never cud mak oot frae the Bible—and I + read mair at it i' the jungle than maybe ye wad think—that it's a' + ower wi' a body at their deith. I never heard them bring foret ony text + but ane—the maist ridiculous hash 'at ever ye heard—to + justifee 't.' + </p> + <p> + 'I ken the text ye mean—“As the tree falleth so it shall lie,” or + something like that—'at they say King Solomon wrote, though better + scholars say his tree had fa'en mony a lang year afore that text saw the + licht. I dinna believe sic a thocht was i' the man's heid when he wrote + it. It is as ye say—ower contemptible to ca' an argument. I'll read + it to ye ance mair.' + </p> + <p> + Robert got his Bible, and read the following portion from that wonderful + book, so little understood, because it is so full of wisdom—the Book + of Ecclesiastes:— + </p> + <p> + 'Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days. + </p> + <p> + 'Give a portion to seven, and also to eight; for thou knowest not what + evil shall be upon the earth. + </p> + <p> + 'If the clouds be full of rain, they empty themselves upon the earth: and + if the tree fall toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where + the tree falleth, there it shall be. + </p> + <p> + 'He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the + clouds shall not reap. + </p> + <p> + 'As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do + grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the + works of God who maketh all. + </p> + <p> + 'In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand: + for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or + whether they both shall be alike good.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, ay; that's it,' said Dr. Anderson. 'Weel, I maun say again that + they're ill aff for an argument that taks that for ane upo' sic a + momentous subjec'. I prefer to say, wi' the same auld man, that I know not + the works of God who maketh all. But I wish I could say I believed + onything for certain sure. But whan I think aboot it—wad ye believe + 't? the faith o' my father's mair to me nor ony faith o' my ain. That + soonds strange. But it's this: I'm positeeve that that godly great auld + man kent mair aboot a' thae things—I cud see 't i' the face o' 'm—nor + ony ither man 'at ever I kent. An' it's no by comparison only. I'm sure he + did ken. There was something atween God and him. An' I think he wasna + likely to be wrang; an' sae I tak courage to believe as muckle as I can, + though maybe no sae muckle as I fain wad.' + </p> + <p> + Robert, who from experience of himself, and the observations he had made + by the bedsides of not a few dying men and women, knew well that nothing + but the truth itself can carry its own conviction; that the words of our + Lord are a body as it were in which the spirit of our Lord dwells, or + rather the key to open the heart for the entrance of that spirit, turned + now from all argumentation to the words of Jesus. He himself had said of + them, 'They are spirit and they are life;' and what folly to buttress life + and spirit with other powers than their own! From that day to the last, as + often and as long as the dying man was able to listen to him, he read from + the glad news just the words of the Lord. As he read thus, one fading + afternoon, the doctor broke out with, + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, Robert, the patience o' him! He didna quench the smokin' flax. + There's little fire aboot me, but surely I ken in my ain hert some o' the + risin' smoke o' the sacrifice. Eh! sic words as they are! An' he was + gaein' doon to the grave himsel', no half my age, as peacefu', though the + road was sae rouch, as gin he had been gaein' hame till 's father.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sae he was,' returned Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Ay; but here am I lyin' upo' my bed, slippin' easy awa. An' there was he—' + </p> + <p> + The old man ceased. The sacred story was too sacred for speech. Robert sat + with the New Testament open before him on the bed. + </p> + <p> + 'The mair the words o' Jesus come into me,' the doctor began again, 'the + surer I am o' seein' my auld Brahmin frien', Robert. It's true I thought + his religion not only began but ended inside him. It was a' a booin' doon + afore and an aspirin' up into the bosom o' the infinite God. I dinna mean + to say 'at he wasna honourable to them aboot him. And I never saw in him + muckle o' that pride to the lave (rest) that belangs to the Brahmin. It + was raither a stately kin'ness than that condescension which is the vice + o' Christians. But he had naething to do wi' them. The first comman'ment + was a' he kent. He loved God—nae a God like Jesus Christ, but the + God he kent—and that was a' he could. The second comman'ment—that + glorious recognition o' the divine in humanity makin' 't fit and needfu' + to be loved, that claim o' God upon and for his ain bairns, that love o' + the neebour as yer'sel—he didna ken. Still there was religion in + him; and he who died for the sins o' the whole world has surely been + revealed to him lang er' noo, and throu the knowledge o' him, he noo + dwalls in that God efter whom he aspired.' + </p> + <p> + Here was the outcome of many talks which Robert and the doctor had had + together, as they laboured amongst the poor. + </p> + <p> + 'Did ye never try,' Robert asked, 'to lat him ken aboot the comin' o' God + to his world in Jesus Christ?' + </p> + <p> + 'I couldna do muckle that way honestly, my ain faith was sae poor and + sma'. But I tellt him what Christians believed. I tellt him aboot the + character and history o' Christ. But it didna seem to tak muckle hauld o' + him. It wasna interesstin' till him. Just ance whan I tellt him some + things he had said aboot his relation to God—sic as, “I and my + Father are one,”—and aboot the relation o' a' his disciples to God + and himsel'—“I in them, and thou in me, that they may be made + perfect in one,” he said, wi' a smile, “The man was a good Brahmin.” + </p> + <p> + 'It's little,' said Robert, 'the one great commandment can do withoot the + other. It's little we can ken what God to love, or hoo to love him, + withoot “thy neighbour as thyself.” Ony ane o' them withoot the ither + stan's like the ae factor o' a multiplication, or ae wing upo' a laverock + (lark).' + </p> + <p> + Towards the close of the week, he grew much feebler. Falconer scarcely + left his room. He woke one midnight, and murmured as follows, with many + pauses for breath and strength: + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, my time's near, I'm thinkin'; for, wakin' an' sleepin', I'm a + bairn again. I can hardly believe whiles 'at my father hasna a grup o' my + han'. A meenute ago I was traivellin' throu a terrible driftin' o' snaw—eh, + hoo it whustled and sang! and the cauld o' 't was stingin'; but my father + had a grup o' me, an' I jist despised it, an' was stampin' 't doon wi' my + wee bit feet, for I was like saven year auld or thereaboots. An' syne I + thocht I heard my mither singin', and kent by that that the ither was a + dream. I'm thinkin' a hantle 'ill luik dreamy afore lang. Eh! I wonner + what the final waukin' 'ill be like.' + </p> + <p> + After a pause he resumed, + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, my dear boy, ye're i' the richt gait. Haud on an' lat naething + turn ye aside. Man, it's a great comfort to me to think that ye're my ain + flesh and blude, an' nae that far aff. My father an' your + great-gran'father upo' the gran'mither's side war ain brithers. I wonner + hoo far doon it wad gang. Ye're the only ane upo' my father's side, you + and yer father, gin he be alive, that I hae sib to me. My will's i' the + bottom drawer upo' the left han' i' my writin' table i' the leebrary:—I + hae left ye ilka plack 'at I possess. Only there's ae thing that I want ye + to do. First o' a', ye maun gang on as yer doin' in London for ten year + mair. Gin deein' men hae ony o' that foresicht that's been attreebuted to + them in a' ages, it's borne in upo' me that ye wull see yer father again. + At a' events, ye'll be helpin' some ill-faured sowls to a clean face and a + bonny. But gin ye dinna fa' in wi' yer father within ten year, ye maun + behaud a wee, an' jist pack up yer box, an' gang awa' ower the sea to + Calcutta, an' du what I hae tellt ye to do i' that wull. I bind ye by nae + promise, Robert, an' I winna hae nane. Things micht happen to put ye in a + terrible difficulty wi' a promise. I'm only tellin' ye what I wad like. + Especially gin ye hae fund yer father, ye maun gang by yer ain jeedgment + aboot it, for there 'll be a hantle to do wi' him efter ye hae gotten a + grup o' 'im. An' noo, I maun lie still, an' maybe sleep again, for I hae + spoken ower muckle.' + </p> + <p> + Hoping that he would sleep and wake yet again, Robert sat still. After an + hour, he looked, and saw that, although hitherto much oppressed, he was + now breathing like a child. There was no sign save of past suffering: his + countenance was peaceful as if he had already entered into his rest. + Robert withdrew, and again seated himself. And the great universe became + to him as a bird brooding over the breaking shell of the dying man. + </p> + <p> + On either hand we behold a birth, of which, as of the moon, we see but + half. We are outside the one, waiting for a life from the unknown; we are + inside the other, watching the departure of a spirit from the womb of the + world into the unknown. To the region whither he goes, the man enters + newly born. We forget that it is a birth, and call it a death. The body he + leaves behind is but the placenta by which he drew his nourishment from + his mother Earth. And as the child-bed is watched on earth with anxious + expectancy, so the couch of the dying, as we call them, may be surrounded + by the birth-watchers of the other world, waiting like anxious servants to + open the door to which this world is but the wind-blown porch. + </p> + <p> + Extremes meet. As a man draws nigh to his second birth, his heart looks + back to his childhood. When Dr. Anderson knew that he was dying, he + retired into the simulacrum of his father's benn end. + </p> + <p> + As Falconer sat thinking, the doctor spoke. They were low, faint, + murmurous sounds, for the lips were nearly at rest. Wanted no more for + utterance, they were going back to the holy dust, which is God's yet. + </p> + <p> + 'Father, father!' he cried quickly, in the tone and speech of a Scotch + laddie, 'I'm gaein' doon. Haud a grup o' my han'.' + </p> + <p> + When Robert hurried to the bedside, he found that the last breath had gone + in the words. The thin right hand lay partly closed, as if it had been + grasping a larger hand. On the face lay confidence just ruffled with + apprehension: the latter melted away, and nothing remained but that awful + and beautiful peace which is the farewell of the soul to its servant. + </p> + <p> + Robert knelt and thanked God for the noble man. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0055"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. A TALK WITH GRANNIE. + </h2> + <p> + Dr. Anderson's body was, according to the fine custom of many of the + people of Aberdeen, borne to the grave by twelve stalwart men in black, + with broad round bonnets on their heads, the one-half relieving the other—a + privilege of the company of shore-porters. Their exequies are thus freed + from the artificial, grotesque, and pagan horror given by obscene mutes, + frightful hearse, horses, and feathers. As soon as, in the beautiful + phrase of the Old Testament, John Anderson was thus gathered to his + fathers, Robert went to pay a visit to his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + Dressed to a point in the same costume in which he had known her from + childhood, he found her little altered in appearance. She was one of those + who instead of stooping with age, settle downwards: she was still as erect + as ever, though shorter. Her step was feebler, and when she prayed, her + voice quavered more. On her face sat the same settled, almost hard repose, + as ever; but her behaviour was still more gentle than when he had seen her + last. Notwithstanding, however, that time had wrought so little change in + her appearance, Robert felt that somehow the mist of a separation between + her world and his was gathering; that she was, as it were, fading from his + sight and presence, like the moon towards 'her interlunar cave.' Her face + was gradually turning from him towards the land of light. + </p> + <p> + 'I hae buried my best frien' but yersel', grannie,' he said, as he took a + chair close by her side, where he used to sit when he read the Bible and + Boston to her. + </p> + <p> + 'I trust he's happy. He was a douce and a weel-behaved man; and ye hae + rizzon to respec' his memory. Did he dee the deith o' the richteous, think + ye, laddie?' + </p> + <p> + 'I do think that, grannie. He loved God and his Saviour.' + </p> + <p> + 'The Lord be praised!' said Mrs. Falconer. 'I had guid houps o' 'im in 's + latter days. And fowk says he's made a rich man o' ye, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + 'He's left me ilka thing, excep' something till 's servan's—wha hae + weel deserved it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, Robert! but it's a terrible snare. Siller 's an awfu' thing. My puir + Anerew never begud to gang the ill gait, till he began to hae ower muckle + siller. But it badena lang wi' 'im.' + </p> + <p> + 'But it's no an ill thing itsel', grannie; for God made siller as weel 's + ither things.' + </p> + <p> + 'He thinksna muckle o' 't, though, or he wad gie mair o' 't to some fowk. + But as ye say, it's his, and gin ye hae grace to use 't aricht, it may be + made a great blessin' to yersel' and ither fowk. But eh, laddie! tak guid + tent 'at ye ride upo' the tap o' 't, an' no lat it rise like a muckle jaw + (billow) ower yer heid; for it's an awfu' thing to be droont in riches.' + </p> + <p> + 'Them 'at prays no to be led into temptation hae a chance—haena + they, grannie?' + </p> + <p> + 'That hae they, Robert. And to be plain wi' ye, I haena that muckle fear + o' ye; for I hae heard the kin' o' life 'at ye hae been leadin'. God's + hearkent to my prayers for you; and gin ye gang on as ye hae begun, my + prayers, like them o' David the son o' Jesse, are endit. Gang on, my dear + lad, gang on to pluck brands frae the burnin'. Haud oot a helpin' han' to + ilka son and dauchter o' Adam 'at will tak a grip o' 't. Be a burnin' an' + a shinin' licht, that men may praise, no you, for ye're but clay i' the + han's o' the potter, but yer Father in heaven. Tak the drunkard frae his + whusky, the deboshed frae his debosh, the sweirer frae his aiths, the + leear frae his lees; and giena ony o' them ower muckle o' yer siller at + ance, for fear 'at they grow fat an' kick an' defy God and you. That's my + advice to ye, Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'And I houp I'll be able to haud gey and near till 't, grannie, for it's + o' the best. But wha tellt ye what I was aboot in Lonnon?' + </p> + <p> + 'Himsel'.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dr. Anderson?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, jist himsel'. I hae had letter upo' letter frae 'im aboot you and a' + 'at ye was aboot. He keepit me acquant wi' 't a'.' + </p> + <p> + This fresh proof of his friend's affection touched Robert deeply. He had + himself written often to his grandmother, but he had never entered into + any detail of his doings, although the thought of her was ever at hand + beside the thought of his father. + </p> + <p> + 'Do ye ken, grannie, what's at the hert o' my houps i' the meesery an' + degradation that I see frae mornin' to nicht, and aftener yet frae nicht + to mornin' i' the back closes and wynds o' the great city?' + </p> + <p> + 'I trust it's the glory o' God, laddie.' + </p> + <p> + 'I houp that's no a'thegither wantin', grannie. For I love God wi' a' my + hert. But I doobt it's aftener the savin' o' my earthly father nor the + glory o' my heavenly ane that I'm thinkin' o'.' + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer heaved a deep sigh. + </p> + <p> + 'God grant ye success, Robert,' she said. 'But that canna be richt.' + </p> + <p> + 'What canna be richt?' + </p> + <p> + 'No to put the glory o' God first and foremost.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, grannie; but a body canna rise to the heicht o' grace a' at ance, + nor yet in ten, or twenty year. Maybe gin I do richt, I may be able to + come to that or a' be dune. An' efter a', I'm sure I love God mair nor my + father. But I canna help thinkin' this, that gin God heardna ae sang o' + glory frae this ill-doin' earth o' his, he wadna be nane the waur; but—' + </p> + <p> + 'Hoo ken ye that?' interrupted his grandmother. + </p> + <p> + 'Because he wad be as gude and great and grand as ever.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ow ay.' + </p> + <p> + 'But what wad come o' my father wantin' his salvation? He can waur want + that, remainin' the slave o' iniquity, than God can want his glory. Forby, + ye ken there's nae glory to God like the repentin' o' a sinner, + justifeein' God, an' sayin' till him—“Father, ye're a' richt, an' + I'm a' wrang.” What greater glory can God hae nor that?' + </p> + <p> + 'It's a' true 'at ye say. But still gin God cares for that same glory, ye + oucht to think o' that first, afore even the salvation o' yer father.' + </p> + <p> + 'Maybe ye're richt, grannie. An' gin it be as ye say—he's promised + to lead us into a' trowth, an' he'll lead me into that trowth. But I'm + thinkin' it's mair for oor sakes than his ain 'at he cares aboot his + glory. I dinna believe 'at he thinks aboot his glory excep' for the sake + o' the trowth an' men's herts deein' for want o' 't.' + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer thought for a moment. + </p> + <p> + 'It may be 'at ye're richt, laddie; but ye hae a way o' sayin' things 'at + 's some fearsome.' + </p> + <p> + 'God's nae like a prood man to tak offence, grannie. There's naething + pleases him like the trowth, an' there's naething displeases him like + leein', particularly whan it's by way o' uphaudin' him. He wants nae sic + uphaudin'. Noo, ye say things aboot him whiles 'at soun's to me fearsome.' + </p> + <p> + 'What kin' o' things are they, laddie?' asked the old lady, with offence + glooming in the background. + </p> + <p> + 'Sic like as whan ye speyk aboot him as gin he was a puir prood + bailey-like body, fu' o' his ain importance, an' ready to be doon upo' + onybody 'at didna ca' him by the name o' 's office—ay think-thinkin' + aboot 's ain glory; in place o' the quaiet, michty, gran', + self-forgettin', a'-creatin', a'-uphaudin', eternal bein', wha took the + form o' man in Christ Jesus, jist that he micht hae 't in 's pooer to beir + and be humblet for oor sakes. Eh, grannie! think o' the face o' that man + o' sorrows, that never said a hard word till a sinfu' wuman, or a despised + publican: was he thinkin' aboot 's ain glory, think ye? An' we hae no + richt to say we ken God save in the face o' Christ Jesus. Whatever 's no + like Christ is no like God.' + </p> + <p> + 'But, laddie, he cam to saitisfee God's justice by sufferin' the + punishment due to oor sins; to turn aside his wrath an' curse; to + reconcile him to us. Sae he cudna be a'thegither like God.' + </p> + <p> + 'He did naething o' the kin', grannie. It's a' a lee that. He cam to + saitisfee God's justice by giein' him back his bairns; by garrin' them see + that God was just; by sendin' them greetin' hame to fa' at his feet, an' + grip his knees an' say, “Father, ye're i' the richt.” He cam to lift the + weicht o' the sins that God had curst aff o' the shoothers o' them 'at did + them, by makin' them turn agen them, an' be for God an' no for sin. And + there isna a word o' reconceelin' God till 's in a' the Testament, for + there was no need o' that: it was us that he needed to be reconcilet to + him. An' sae he bore oor sins and carried oor sorrows; for those sins + comin' oot in the multitudes—ay and in his ain disciples as weel, + caused him no en' o' grief o' mind an' pain o' body, as a'body kens. It + wasna his ain sins, for he had nane, but oors, that caused him sufferin'; + and he took them awa'—they're vainishin' even noo frae the earth, + though it doesna luik like it in Rag-fair or Petticoat-lane. An' for oor + sorrows—they jist garred him greit. His richteousness jist + annihilates oor guilt, for it's a great gulf that swallows up and destroys + 't. And sae he gae his life a ransom for us: and he is the life o' the + world. He took oor sins upo' him, for he cam into the middle o' them an' + took them up—by no sleicht o' han', by no quibblin' o' the lawyers, + aboot imputin' his richteousness to us, and sic like, which is no to be + found i' the Bible at a', though I dinna say that there's no possible + meanin' i' the phrase, but he took them and took them awa'; and here am I, + grannie, growin' oot o' my sins in consequennce, and there are ye, + grannie, growin' oot o' yours in consequennce, an' haein' nearhan' dune + wi' them a'thegither er this time.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wis that may be true, laddie. But I carena hoo ye put it,' returned his + grandmother, bewildered no doubt with this outburst, 'sae be that ye put + him first an' last an' i' the mids' o' a' thing, an' say wi' a' yer hert, + “His will be dune!”' + </p> + <p> + 'Wi' a' my hert, “His will be dune,” grannie,' responded Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Amen, amen. And noo, laddie, duv ye think there's ony likliheid that yer + father 's still i' the body? I dream aboot him whiles sae lifelike that I + canna believe him deid. But that's a' freits (superstitions).' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, grannie, I haena the least assurance. But I hae the mair houp. Wad + ye ken him gin ye saw him?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ken him!' she cried; 'I wad ken him gin he had been no to say four, but + forty days i' the sepulchre! My ain Anerew! Hoo cud ye speir sic a + queston, laddie?' + </p> + <p> + 'He maun be sair changed, grannie. He maun be turnin' auld by this time.' + </p> + <p> + 'Auld! Sic like 's yersel, laddie.—Hoots, hoots! ye're richt. I am + forgettin'. But nanetheless wad I ken him.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wis I kent what he was like. I saw him ance—hardly twise, but a' + that I min' upo' wad stan' me in ill stead amo' the streets o' Lonnon.' + </p> + <p> + 'I doobt that,' returned Mrs. Falconer—a form of expression rather + oddly indicating sympathetic and somewhat regretful agreement with what + has been said. 'But,' she went on, 'I can lat ye see a pictur' o' 'im, + though I doobt it winna shaw sae muckle to you as to me. He had it paintit + to gie to yer mother upo' their weddin' day. Och hone! She did the like + for him; but what cam o' that ane, I dinna ken.' + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer went into the little closet to the old bureau, and bringing + out the miniature, gave it to Robert. It was the portrait of a young man + in antiquated blue coat and white waistcoat, looking innocent, and, it + must be confessed, dull and uninteresting. It had been painted by a + travelling artist, and probably his skill did not reach to expression. It + brought to Robert's mind no faintest shadow of recollection. It did not + correspond in the smallest degree to what seemed his vague memory, perhaps + half imagination, of the tall worn man whom he had seen that Sunday. He + could not have a hope that this would give him the slightest aid in + finding him of whom it had once been a shadowy resemblance at least. + </p> + <p> + 'Is 't like him, grannie?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + As if to satisfy herself once more ere she replied, she took the + miniature, and gazed at it for some time. Then with a deep hopeless sigh, + she answered, + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, it's like him; but it's no himsel'. Eh, the bonny broo, an' the + smilin' een o' him!—smilin' upon a'body, an' upo' her maist o' a', + till he took to the drink, and waur gin waur can be. It was a' siller an' + company—company 'at cudna be merry ohn drunken. Verity their + lauchter was like the cracklin' o' thorns aneath a pot. Het watter and + whusky was aye the cry efter their denner an' efter their supper, till my + puir Anerew tuik till the bare whusky i' the mornin' to fill the ebb o' + the toddy. He wad never hae dune as he did but for the whusky. It jist + drave oot a' gude and loot in a' ill.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wull ye lat me tak this wi' me, grannie?' said Robert; for though the + portrait was useless for identification, it might serve a further purpose. + </p> + <p> + 'Ow, ay, tak it. I dinna want it. I can see him weel wantin' that. But I + hae nae houp left 'at ye'll ever fa' in wi' him.' + </p> + <p> + 'God's aye doin' unlikly things, grannie,' said Robert, solemnly. + </p> + <p> + 'He's dune a' 'at he can for him, I doobt, already.' + </p> + <p> + 'Duv ye think 'at God cudna save a man gin he liket, than, grannie?' + </p> + <p> + 'God can do a'thing. There's nae doobt but by the gift o' his speerit he + cud save a'body.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' ye think he's no mercifu' eneuch to do 't?' + </p> + <p> + 'It winna do to meddle wi' fowk's free wull. To gar fowk be gude wad be + nae gudeness.' + </p> + <p> + 'But gin God could actually create the free wull, dinna ye think he cud + help it to gang richt, withoot ony garrin'? We ken sae little aboot it, + grannie! Hoo does his speerit help onybody? Does he gar them 'at accep's + the offer o' salvation?' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, I canna think that. But he shaws them the trowth in sic a way that + they jist canna bide themsel's, but maun turn to him for verra peace an' + rist.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, that's something as I think. An' until I'm sure that a man has had + the trowth shawn till him in sic a way 's that, I canna alloo mysel' to + think that hooever he may hae sinned, he has finally rejeckit the trowth. + Gin I kent that a man had seen the trowth as I hae seen 't whiles, and had + deleeberately turned his back upo' 't and said, “I'll nane o' 't,” than I + doobt I wad be maist compelled to alloo that there was nae mair salvation + for him, but a certain and fearfu' luikin' for o' judgment and fiery + indignation. But I dinna believe that ever man did sae. But even than, I + dinna ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'I did a' for him that I kent hoo to do,' said Mrs. Falconer, + reflectingly. 'Nicht an' mornin' an' aften midday prayin' for an' wi' + him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Maybe ye scunnert him at it, grannie.' + </p> + <p> + She gave a stifled cry of despair. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna say that, laddie, or ye'll drive me oot o' my min'. God forgie me, + gin that be true. I deserve hell mair nor my Anerew.' + </p> + <p> + 'But, ye see, grannie, supposin' it war sae, that wadna be laid to your + accoont, seein' ye did the best ye kent. Nor wad it be forgotten to him. + It wad mak a hantle difference to his sin; it wad be a great excuse for + him. An' jist think, gin it be fair for ae human being to influence + anither a' 'at they can, and that's nae interferin' wi' their free wull—it's + impossible to measure what God cud do wi' his speerit winnin' at them frae + a' sides, and able to put sic thouchts an' sic pictures into them as we + canna think. It wad a' be true that he tellt them, and the trowth can + never be a meddlin' wi' the free wull.' + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Falconer made no reply, but evidently went on thinking. + </p> + <p> + She was, though not a great reader, yet a good reader. Any book that was + devout and thoughtful she read gladly. Through some one or other of this + sort she must have been instructed concerning free will, for I do not + think such notions could have formed any portion of the religious teaching + she had heard. Men in that part of Scotland then believed that the free + will of man was only exercised in rejecting—never in accepting the + truth; and that men were saved by the gift of the Spirit, given to some + and not to others, according to the free will of God, in the exercise of + which no reason appreciable by men, or having anything to do with their + notions of love or justice, had any share. In the recognition of will and + choice in the acceptance of the mercy of God, Mrs. Falconer was then in + advance of her time. And it is no wonder if her notions did not all hang + logically together. + </p> + <p> + 'At ony rate, grannie,' resumed her grandson, 'I haena dune a' for him 'at + I can yet; and I'm no gaein' to believe onything that wad mak me remiss in + my endeavour. Houp for mysel', for my father, for a'body, is what's savin' + me, an' garrin' me work. An' gin ye tell me that I'm no workin' wi' God, + that God's no the best an' the greatest worker aboon a', ye tak the verra + hert oot o' my breist, and I dinna believe in God nae mair, an' my han's + drap doon by my sides, an' my legs winna gang. No,' said Robert, rising, + 'God 'ill gie me my father sometime, grannie; for what man can do wantin' + a father? Human bein' canna win at the hert o' things, canna ken a' the + oots an' ins, a' the sides o' love, excep' he has a father amo' the lave + to love; an' I hae had nane, grannie. An' that God kens.' + </p> + <p> + She made him no answer. She dared not say that he expected too much from + God. Is it likely that Jesus will say so of any man or woman when he looks + for faith in the earth? + </p> + <p> + Robert went out to see some of his old friends, and when he returned it + was time for supper and worship. These were the same as of old: a plate of + porridge, and a wooden bowl of milk for the former; a chapter and a hymn, + both read, and a prayer from grannie, and then from Robert for the latter. + And so they went to bed. + </p> + <p> + But Robert could not sleep. He rose and dressed himself, went up to the + empty garret, looked at the stars through the skylight, knelt and prayed + for his father and for all men to the Father of all, then softly descended + the stairs, and went out into the street. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0056"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. SHARGAR'S MOTHER. + </h2> + <p> + It was a warm still night in July—moonless but not dark. There is no + night there in the summer—only a long ethereal twilight. He walked + through the sleeping town so full of memories, all quiet in his mind now—quiet + as the air that ever broods over the house where a friend has dwelt. He + left the town behind, and walked—through the odours of grass and of + clover and of the yellow flowers on the old earthwalls that divided the + fields—sweet scents to which the darkness is friendly, and which, + mingling with the smell of the earth itself, reach the founts of memory + sooner than even words or tones—down to the brink of the river that + flowed scarcely murmuring through the night, itself dark and brown as the + night from its far-off birthplace in the peaty hills. He crossed the + footbridge and turned into the bleachfield. Its houses were desolate, for + that trade too had died away. The machinery stood rotting and rusting. The + wheel gave no answering motion to the flow of the water that glided away + beneath it. The thundering beatles were still. The huge legs of the + wauk-mill took no more seven-leagued strides nowhither. The rubbing-boards + with their thickly-fluted surfaces no longer frothed the soap from every + side, tormenting the web of linen into a brightness to gladden the heart + of the housewife whose hands had spun the yarn. The terrible boiler that + used to send up from its depths bubbling and boiling spouts and peaks and + ridges, lay empty and cold. The little house behind, where its awful + furnace used to glow, and which the pungent chlorine used to fill with its + fumes, stood open to the wind and the rain: he could see the slow river + through its unglazed window beyond. The water still went slipping and + sliding through the deserted places, a power whose use had departed. The + canal, the delight of his childhood, was nearly choked with weeds; it went + flowing over long grasses that drooped into it from its edges, giving a + faint gurgle once and again in its flow, as if it feared to speak in the + presence of the stars, and escaped silently into the river far below. The + grass was no longer mown like a lawn, but was long and deep and thick. He + climbed to the place where he had once lain and listened to the sounds of + the belt of fir-trees behind him, hearing the voice of Nature that + whispered God in his ears, and there he threw himself down once more. All + the old things, the old ways, the old glories of childhood—were they + gone? No. Over them all, in them all, was God still. There is no past with + him. An eternal present, He filled his soul and all that his soul had ever + filled. His history was taken up into God: it had not vanished: his life + was hid with Christ in God. To the God of the human heart nothing that has + ever been a joy, a grief, a passing interest, can ever cease to be what it + has been; there is no fading at the breath of time, no passing away of + fashion, no dimming of old memories in the heart of him whose being + creates time. Falconer's heart rose up to him as to his own deeper life, + his indwelling deepest spirit—above and beyond him as the heavens + are above and beyond the earth, and yet nearer and homelier than his own + most familiar thought. 'As the light fills the earth,' thought he, 'so God + fills what we call life. My sorrows, O God, my hopes, my joys, the + upliftings of my life are with thee, my root, my life. Thy comfortings, my + perfect God, are strength indeed!' + </p> + <p> + He rose and looked around him. While he lay, the waning, fading moon had + risen, weak and bleared and dull. She brightened and brightened until at + last she lighted up the night with a wan, forgetful gleam. 'So should I + feel,' he thought, 'about the past on which I am now gazing, were it not + that I believe in the God who forgets nothing. That which has been, is.' + His eye fell on something bright in the field beyond. He would see what it + was, and crossed the earthen dyke. It shone like a little moon in the + grass. By humouring the reflection he reached it. It was only a cutting of + white iron, left by some tinker. He walked on over the field, thinking of + Shargar's mother. If he could but find her! He walked on and on. He had no + inclination to go home. The solitariness of the night, the uncanniness of + the moon, prevents most people from wandering far: Robert had learned long + ago to love the night, and to feel at home with every aspect of God's + world. How this peace contrasted with the nights in London streets! this + grass with the dark flow of the Thames! these hills and those clouds half + melted into moonlight with the lanes blazing with gas! He thought of the + child who, taken from London for the first time, sent home the message: + 'Tell mother that it's dark in the country at night.' Then his thoughts + turned again to Shargar's mother! Was it not possible, being a wanderer + far and wide, that she might be now in Rothieden? Such people have a love + for their old haunts, stronger than that of orderly members of society for + their old homes. He turned back, and did not know where he was. But the + lines of the hill-tops directed him. He hastened to the town, and went + straight through the sleeping streets to the back wynd where he had found + Shargar sitting on the doorstep. Could he believe his eyes? A feeble light + was burning in the shed. Some other poverty-stricken bird of the night, + however, might be there, and not she who could perhaps guide him to the + goal of his earthly life. He drew near, and peeped in at the broken + window. A heap of something lay in a corner, watched only by a + long-snuffed candle. + </p> + <p> + The heap moved, and a voice called out querulously, + </p> + <p> + 'Is that you, Shargar, ye shochlin deevil?' + </p> + <p> + Falconer's heart leaped. He hesitated no longer, but lifted the latch and + entered. He took up the candle, snuffed it as he best could, and + approached the woman. When the light fell on her face she sat up, staring + wildly with eyes that shunned and sought it. + </p> + <p> + 'Wha are ye that winna lat me dee in peace and quaietness?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm Robert Falconer.' + </p> + <p> + 'Come to speir efter yer ne'er-do-weel o' a father, I reckon,' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes,' he answered. + </p> + <p> + 'Wha's that ahin' ye?' + </p> + <p> + 'Naebody's ahin' me,' answered Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna lee. Wha's that ahin' the door?' + </p> + <p> + 'Naebody. I never tell lees.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whaur's Shargar? What for doesna he come till 's mither?' + </p> + <p> + 'He's hynd awa' ower the seas—a captain o' sodgers.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's a lee. He's an ill-faured scoonrel no to come till 's mither an' bid + her gude-bye, an' her gaein' to hell.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gin ye speir at Christ, he'll tak ye oot o' the verra mou' o' hell, + wuman.' + </p> + <p> + 'Christ! wha's that? Ow, ay! It's him 'at they preach aboot i' the kirks. + Na, na. There's nae gude o' that. There's nae time to repent noo. I doobt + sic repentance as mine wadna gang for muckle wi' the likes o' him.' + </p> + <p> + 'The likes o' him 's no to be gotten. He cam to save the likes o' you an' + me.' + </p> + <p> + 'The likes o' you an' me! said ye, laddie? There's no like atween you and + me. He'll hae naething to say to me, but gang to hell wi' ye for a bitch.' + </p> + <p> + 'He never said sic a word in 's life. He wad say, “Poor thing! she was + ill-used. Ye maunna sin ony mair. Come, and I'll help ye.” He wad say + something like that. He'll save a body whan she wadna think it.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' I hae gien my bonnie bairn to the deevil wi' my ain han's! She'll + come to hell efter me to girn at me, an' set them on me wi' their reid het + taings, and curse me. Och hone! och hone!' + </p> + <p> + 'Hearken to me,' said Falconer, with as much authority as he could assume. + But she rolled herself over again in the corner, and lay groaning. + </p> + <p> + 'Tell me whaur she is,' said Falconer, 'and I'll tak her oot o' their + grup, whaever they be.' + </p> + <p> + She sat up again, and stared at him for a few moments without speaking. + </p> + <p> + 'I left her wi' a wuman waur nor mysel',' she said at length. 'God forgie + me.' + </p> + <p> + 'He will forgie ye, gin ye tell me whaur she is.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do ye think he will? Eh, Maister Faukner! The wuman bides in a coort off + o' Clare Market. I dinna min' upo' the name o' 't, though I cud gang till + 't wi' my een steekit. Her name's Widow Walker—an auld rowdie—damn + her sowl!' + </p> + <p> + 'Na, na, ye maunna say that gin ye want to be forgien yersel'. I'll fin' + her oot. An' I'm thinkin' it winna be lang or I hae a grup o' her. I'm + gaein' back to Lonnon in twa days or three.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna gang till I'm deid. Bide an' haud the deevil aff o' me. He has a + grup o' my hert noo, rivin' at it wi' his lang nails—as lang 's + birds' nebs.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll bide wi' ye till we see what can be dune for ye. What's the maitter + wi' ye? I'm a doctor noo.' + </p> + <p> + There was not a chair or box or stool on which to sit down. He therefore + kneeled beside her. He felt her pulse, questioned her, and learned that + she had long been suffering from an internal complaint, which had within + the last week grown rapidly worse. He saw that there was no hope of her + recovery, but while she lived he gave himself to her service as to that of + a living soul capable of justice and love. The night was more than warm, + but she had fits of shivering. He wrapped his coat round her, and wiped + from the poor degraded face the damps of suffering. The woman-heart was + alive still, for she took the hand that ministered to her and kissed it + with a moan. When the morning came she fell asleep. He crept out and went + to his grandmother's, where he roused Betty, and asked her to get him some + peat and coals. Finding his grandmother awake, he told her all, and taking + the coals and the peat, carried them to the hut, where he managed, with + some difficulty, to light a fire on the hearth; after which he sat on the + doorstep till Betty appeared with two men carrying a mattress and some + bedding. The noise they made awoke her. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna tak me,' she cried. 'I winna do 't again, an' I'm deein', I tell ye + I'm deein', and that'll clear a' scores—o' this side ony gait,' she + added. + </p> + <p> + They lifted her upon the mattress, and made her more comfortable than + perhaps she had ever been in her life. But it was only her illness that + made her capable of prizing such comfort. In health, the heather on a + hill-side was far more to her taste than bed and blankets. She had a wild, + roving, savage nature, and the wind was dearer to her than house-walls. + She had come of ancestors—and it was a poor little atom of truth + that a soul bred like this woman could have been born capable of + entertaining. But she too was eternal—and surely not to be fixed for + ever in a bewilderment of sin and ignorance—a wild-eyed soul staring + about in hell-fire for want of something it could not understand and had + never beheld—by the changeless mandate of the God of love! She was + in less pain than during the night, and lay quietly gazing at the fire. + Things awful to another would no doubt cross her memory without any + accompanying sense of dismay; tender things would return without moving + her heart; but Falconer had a hold of her now. Nothing could be done for + her body except to render its death as easy as might be; but something + might be done for herself. He made no attempt to produce this or that + condition of mind in the poor creature. He never made such attempts. 'How + can I tell the next lesson a soul is capable of learning?' he would say. + 'The Spirit of God is the teacher. My part is to tell the good news. Let + that work as it ought, as it can, as it will.' He knew that pain is with + some the only harbinger that can prepare the way for the entrance of + kindness: it is not understood till then. In the lulls of her pain he told + her about the man Christ Jesus—what he did for the poor creatures + who came to him—how kindly he spoke to them—how he cured them. + He told her how gentle he was with the sinning women, how he forgave them + and told them to do so no more. He left the story without comment to work + that faith which alone can redeem from selfishness and bring into contact + with all that is living and productive of life, for to believe in him is + to lay hold of eternal life: he is the Life—therefore the life of + men. She gave him but little encouragement: he did not need it, for he + believed in the Life. But her outcries were no longer accompanied with + that fierce and dreadful language in which she sought relief at first. He + said to himself, 'What matter if I see no sign? I am doing my part. Who + can tell, when the soul is free from the distress of the body, when sights + and sounds have vanished from her, and she is silent in the eternal, with + the terrible past behind her, and clear to her consciousness, how the + words I have spoken to her may yet live and grow in her; how the kindness + God has given me to show her may help her to believe in the root of all + kindness, in the everlasting love of her Father in heaven? That she can + feel at all is as sure a sign of life as the adoration of an ecstatic + saint.' + </p> + <p> + He had no difficulty now in getting from her what information she could + give him about his father. It seemed to him of the greatest import, though + it amounted only to this, that when he was in London, he used to lodge at + the house of an old Scotchwoman of the name of Macallister, who lived in + Paradise Gardens, somewhere between Bethnal Green and Spitalfields. + Whether he had been in London lately, she did not know; but if anybody + could tell him where he was, it would be Mrs. Macallister. + </p> + <p> + His heart filled with gratitude and hope and the surging desire for the + renewal of his London labours. But he could not leave the dying woman till + she was beyond the reach of his comfort: he was her keeper now. And 'he + that believeth shall not make haste.' Labour without perturbation, + readiness without hurry, no haste, and no hesitation, was the divine law + of his activity. + </p> + <p> + Shargar's mother breathed her last holding his hand. They were alone. He + kneeled by the bed, and prayed to God, saying, + </p> + <p> + 'Father, this woman is in thy hands. Take thou care of her, as thou hast + taken care of her hitherto. Let the light go up in her soul, that she may + love and trust thee, O light, O gladness. I thank thee that thou hast + blessed me with this ministration. Now lead me to my father. Thine is the + kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.' + </p> + <p> + He rose and went to his grandmother and told her all. She put her arms + round his neck, and kissed him, and said, + </p> + <p> + 'God bless ye, my bonny lad. And he will bless ye. He will; he will. Noo + gang yer wa's, and do the wark he gies ye to do. Only min', it's no you; + it's him.' + </p> + <p> + The next morning, the sweet winds of his childhood wooing him to remain + yet a day among their fields, he sat on the top of the Aberdeen coach, on + his way back to the horrors of court and alley in the terrible London. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0057"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. THE SILK-WEAVER. + </h2> + <p> + When he arrived he made it his first business to find 'Widow Walker.' She + was evidently one of the worst of her class; and could it have been + accomplished without scandal, and without interfering with the quietness + upon which he believed that the true effect of his labours in a large + measure depended, he would not have scrupled simply to carry off the + child. With much difficulty, for the woman was suspicious, he contrived to + see her, and was at once reminded of the child he had seen in the cart on + the occasion of Shargar's recognition of his mother. He fancied he saw in + her some resemblance to his friend Shargar. The affair ended in his paying + the woman a hundred and fifty pounds to give up the girl. Within six + months she had drunk herself to death. He took little Nancy Kennedy home + with him, and gave her in charge to his housekeeper. She cried a good deal + at first, and wanted to go back to Mother Walker, but he had no great + trouble with her after a time. She began to take a share in the + house-work, and at length to wait upon him. Then Falconer began to see + that he must cultivate relations with other people in order to enlarge his + means of helping the poor. He nowise abandoned his conviction that + whatever good he sought to do or lent himself to aid must be effected + entirely by individual influence. He had little faith in societies, + regarding them chiefly as a wretched substitute, just better than nothing, + for that help which the neighbour is to give to his neighbour. Finding how + the unbelief of the best of the poor is occasioned by hopelessness in + privation, and the sufferings of those dear to them, he was confident that + only the personal communion of friendship could make it possible for them + to believe in God. Christians must be in the world as He was in the world; + and in proportion as the truth radiated from them, the world would be able + to believe in Him. Money he saw to be worse than useless, except as a + gracious outcome of human feelings and brotherly love. He always insisted + that the Saviour healed only those on whom his humanity had laid hold; + that he demanded faith of them in order to make them regard him, that so + his personal being might enter into their hearts. Healing without faith in + its source would have done them harm instead of good—would have been + to them a windfall, not a Godsend; at best the gift of magic, even + sometimes the power of Satan casting out Satan. But he must not therefore + act as if he were the only one who could render this individual aid, or as + if men influencing the poor individually could not aid each other in their + individual labours. He soon found, I say, that there were things he could + not do without help, and Nancy was his first perplexity. From this he was + delivered in a wonderful way. + </p> + <p> + One afternoon he was prowling about Spitalfields, where he had made many + acquaintances amongst the silk-weavers and their families. Hearing a loud + voice as he passed down a stair from the visit he had been paying further + up the house, he went into the room whence the sound came, for he knew a + little of the occupant. He was one De Fleuri, or as the neighbours called + him, Diffleery, in whose countenance, after generations of want and + debasement, the delicate lines and noble cast of his ancient race were yet + emergent. This man had lost his wife and three children, his whole family + except a daughter now sick, by a slow-consuming hunger; and he did not + believe there was a God that ruled in the earth. But he supported his + unbelief by no other argument than a hopeless bitter glance at his empty + loom. At this moment he sat silent—a rock against which the noisy + waves of a combative Bible-reader were breaking in rude foam. His silence + and apparent impassiveness angered the irreverent little worthy. To + Falconer's humour he looked a vulgar bull-terrier barking at a noble, + sad-faced staghound. His foolish arguments against infidelity, drawn from + Paley's Natural Theology, and tracts about the inspiration of the Bible, + touched the sore-hearted unbelief of the man no nearer than the clangour + of negro kettles affects the eclipse of the sun. Falconer stood watching + his opportunity. Nor was the eager disputant long in affording him one. + Socratic fashion, Falconer asked him a question, and was answered; + followed it with another, which, after a little hesitation, was likewise + answered; then asked a third, the ready answer to which involved such a + flagrant contradiction of the first, that the poor sorrowful weaver burst + into a laugh of delight at the discomfiture of his tormentor. After some + stammering, and a confused attempt to recover the line of argument, the + would-be partizan of Deity roared out, 'The fool hath said in his heart + there is no God;' and with this triumphant discharge of his swivel, turned + and ran down the stairs precipitately. + </p> + <p> + Both laughed while the sound of his footsteps lasted. Then Falconer said, + </p> + <p> + 'My. De Fleuri, I believe in God with all my heart, and soul, and + strength, and mind; though not in that poor creature's arguments. I don't + know that your unbelief is not better than his faith.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am greatly obliged to you, Mr. Falconer. I haven't laughed so for + years. What right has he to come pestering me?' + </p> + <p> + 'None whatever. But you must forgive him, because he is well-meaning, and + because his conceit has made a fool of him. They're not all like him. But + how is your daughter?' + </p> + <p> + 'Very poorly, sir. She's going after the rest. A Spitalfields weaver ought + to be like the cats: they don't mind how many of their kittens are + drowned.' + </p> + <p> + 'I beg your pardon. They don't like it. Only they forget it sooner than we + do.' + </p> + <p> + 'Why do you say we, sir? You don't know anything of that sort.' + </p> + <p> + 'The heart knows its own bitterness, De Fleuri—and finds it enough, + I dare say.' + </p> + <p> + The weaver was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, there was a touch + of tenderness in his respect. + </p> + <p> + 'Will you go and see my poor Katey, sir?' + </p> + <p> + 'Would she like to see me?' + </p> + <p> + 'It does her good to see you. I never let that fellow go near her. He may + worry me as he pleases; but she shall die in peace. That is all I can do + for her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you still persist in refusing help—for your daughter—I + don't mean for yourself?' + </p> + <p> + Not believing in God, De Fleuri would not be obliged to his fellow. + Falconer had never met with a similar instance. + </p> + <p> + 'I do. I won't kill her, and I won't kill myself: I am not bound to accept + charity. It's all right. I only want to leave the whole affair behind; and + I sincerely hope there's nothing to come after. If I were God, I should be + ashamed of such a mess of a world.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, no doubt you would have made something more to your mind—and + better, too, if all you see were all there is to be seen. But I didn't + send that bore away to bore you myself. I'm going to see Katey.' + </p> + <p> + 'Very well, sir. I won't go up with you, for I won't interfere with what + you think proper to say to her.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's rather like faith somewhere!' thought Falconer. 'Could that man + fail to believe in Jesus Christ if he only saw him—anything like as + he is?' + </p> + <p> + Katey lay in a room overhead; for though he lacked food, this man + contrived to pay for a separate room for his daughter, whom he treated + with far more respect than many gentlemen treat their wives. Falconer + found her lying on a wretched bed. Still it was a bed; and many in the + same house had no bed to lie on. He had just come from a room overhead + where lived a widow with four children. All of them lay on a floor whence + issued at night, by many holes, awful rats. The children could not sleep + for horror. They did not mind the little ones, they said, but when the big + ones came, they were awake all night. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, Katey, how are you?' + </p> + <p> + 'No better, thank God.' + </p> + <p> + She spoke as her father had taught her. Her face was worn and thin, but + hardly death-like. Only extremes met in it—the hopelessness had + turned through quietude into comfort. Her hopelessness affected him more + than her father's. But there was nothing he could do for her. + </p> + <p> + There came a tap at the door. + </p> + <p> + 'Come in,' said Falconer, involuntarily. + </p> + <p> + A lady in the dress of a Sister of Mercy entered with a large basket on + her arm. She started, and hesitated for a moment when she saw him. He + rose, thinking it better to go. She advanced to the bedside. He turned at + the door, and said, + </p> + <p> + 'I won't say good-bye yet, Katey, for I'm going to have a chat with your + father, and if you will let me, I will look in again.' + </p> + <p> + As he turned he saw the lady kiss her on the forehead. At the sound of his + voice she started again, left the bedside and came towards him. Whether he + knew her by her face or her voice first, he could not tell. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert,' she said, holding out her hand. + </p> + <p> + It was Mary St. John. Their hands met, joined fast, and lingered, as they + gazed each in the other's face. It was nearly fourteen years since they + had parted. The freshness of youth was gone from her cheek, and the signs + of middle age were present on her forehead. But she was statelier, nobler, + and gentler than ever. Falconer looked at her calmly, with only a still + swelling at the heart, as if they met on the threshold of heaven. All the + selfishness of passion was gone, and the old earlier adoration, elevated + and glorified, had returned. He was a boy once more in the presence of a + woman-angel. She did not shrink from his gaze, she did not withdraw her + hand from his clasp. + </p> + <p> + 'I am so glad, Robert!' was all she said. + </p> + <p> + 'So am I,' he answered quietly. 'We may meet sometimes then?' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. Perhaps we can help each other.' + </p> + <p> + 'You can help me,' said Falconer. 'I have a girl I don't know what to do + with.' + </p> + <p> + 'Send her to me. I will take care of her.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will bring her. But I must come and see you first.' + </p> + <p> + 'That will tell you where I live,' she said, giving him a card. Good-bye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Till to-morrow,' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'She's not like that Bible fellow,' said De Fleuri, as he entered his room + again. 'She don't walk into your house as if it was her own.' + </p> + <p> + He was leaning against his idle loom, which, like a dead thing, filled the + place with the mournfulness of death. Falconer took a broken chair, the + only one, and sat down. + </p> + <p> + 'I am going to take a liberty with you, Mr. De Fleuri,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'As you please, Mr. Falconer.' + </p> + <p> + 'I want to tell you the only fault I have to you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes?' + </p> + <p> + 'You don't do anything for the people in the house. Whether you believe in + God or not, you ought to do what you can for your neighbour.' + </p> + <p> + He held that to help a neighbour is the strongest antidote to unbelief, + and an open door out of the bad air of one's own troubles, as well. + </p> + <p> + De Fleuri laughed bitterly, and rubbed his hand up and down his empty + pocket. It was a pitiable action. Falconer understood it. + </p> + <p> + 'There are better things than money: sympathy, for instance. You could + talk to them a little.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have no sympathy, sir.' + </p> + <p> + 'You would find you had, if you would let it out.' + </p> + <p> + 'I should only make them more miserable. If I believed as you do, now, + there might be some use.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's that widow with her four children in the garret. The poor little + things are tormented by the rats: couldn't you nail bits of wood over + their holes?' + </p> + <p> + De Fleuri laughed again. + </p> + <p> + 'Where am I to get the bits of wood, except I pull down some of those + laths. And they wouldn't keep them out a night.' + </p> + <p> + 'Couldn't you ask some carpenter?' + </p> + <p> + 'I won't ask a favour.' + </p> + <p> + 'I shouldn't mind asking, now.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's because you don't know the bitterness of needing.' + </p> + <p> + 'Fortunately, however, there's no occasion for it. You have no right to + refuse for another what you wouldn't accept for yourself. Of course I + could send in a man to do it; but if you would do it, that would do her + heart good. And that's what most wants doing good to—isn't it, now?' + </p> + <p> + 'I believe you're right there, sir. If it wasn't for the misery of it, I + shouldn't mind the hunger.' + </p> + <p> + 'I should like to tell you how I came to go poking my nose into other + people's affairs. Would you like to hear my story now?' + </p> + <p> + 'If you please, sir.' + </p> + <p> + A little pallid curiosity seemed to rouse itself in the heart of the + hopeless man. So Falconer began at once to tell him how he had been + brought up, describing the country and their ways of life, not excluding + his adventures with Shargar, until he saw that the man was thoroughly + interested. Then all at once, pulling out his watch, he said, + </p> + <p> + 'But it's time I had my tea, and I haven't half done yet. I am not fond of + being hungry, like you, Mr. De Fleuri.' + </p> + <p> + The poor fellow could only manage a very dubious smile. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll tell you what,' said Falconer, as if the thought had only just + struck him—'come home with me, and I'll give you the rest of it at + my own place.' + </p> + <p> + 'You must excuse me, sir.' + </p> + <p> + 'Bless my soul, the man's as proud as Lucifer! He won't accept a + neighbour's invitation to a cup of tea—for fear it should put him + under obligations, I suppose.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's very kind of you, sir, to put it in that way; but I don't choose to + be taken in. You know very well it's not as one equal asks another you ask + me. It's charity.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do I not behave to you as an equal?' + </p> + <p> + 'But you know that don't make us equals.' + </p> + <p> + 'But isn't there something better than being equals? Supposing, as you + will have it, that we're not equals, can't we be friends?' + </p> + <p> + 'I hope so, sir.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you think now, Mr. De Fleuri, if you weren't something more to me than + a mere equal, I would go telling you my own history? But I forgot: I have + told you hardly anything yet. I have to tell you how much nearer I am to + your level than you think. I had the design too of getting you to help me + in the main object of my life. Come, don't be a fool. I want you.' + </p> + <p> + 'I can't leave Katey,' said the weaver, hesitatingly. + </p> + <p> + 'Miss St. John is there still. I will ask her to stop till you come back.' + </p> + <p> + Without waiting for an answer, he ran up the stairs, and had speedily + arranged with Miss St. John. Then taking his consent for granted, he + hurried De Fleuri away with him, and knowing how unfit a man of his trade + was for walking, irrespective of feebleness from want, he called the first + cab, and took him home. Here, over their tea, which he judged the safest + meal for a stomach unaccustomed to food, he told him about his + grandmother, and about Dr. Anderson, and how he came to give himself to + the work he was at, partly for its own sake, partly in the hope of finding + his father. He told him his only clue to finding him; and that he had + called on Mrs. Macallister twice every week for two years, but had heard + nothing of him. De Fleuri listened with what rose to great interest before + the story was finished. And one of its ends at least was gained: the + weaver was at home with him. The poor fellow felt that such close relation + to an outcast, did indeed bring Falconer nearer to his own level. + </p> + <p> + 'Do you want it kept a secret, sir?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'I don't want it made a matter of gossip. But I do not mind how many + respectable people like yourself know of it.' + </p> + <p> + He said this with a vague hope of assistance. + </p> + <p> + Before they parted, the unaccustomed tears had visited the eyes of De + Fleuri, and he had consented not only to repair Mrs. Chisholm's + garret-floor, but to take in hand the expenditure of a certain sum weekly, + as he should judge expedient, for the people who lived in that and the + neighbouring houses—in no case, however, except of sickness, or + actual want of bread from want of work. Thus did Falconer appoint a + sorrow-made infidel to be the almoner of his christian charity, knowing + well that the nature of the Son of Man was in him, and that to get him to + do as the Son of Man did, in ever so small a degree, was the readiest + means of bringing his higher nature to the birth. Nor did he ever repent + the choice he had made. + </p> + <p> + When he waited upon Miss St. John the next day, he found her in the + ordinary dress of a lady. She received him with perfect confidence and + kindness, but there was no reference made to the past. She told him that + she had belonged to a sisterhood, but had left it a few days before, + believing she could do better without its restrictions. + </p> + <p> + 'It was an act of cowardice,' she said,—'wearing the dress + yesterday. I had got used to it, and did not feel safe without it; but I + shall not wear it any more.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think you are right,' said Falconer. 'The nearer any friendly act is + associated with the individual heart, without intervention of class or + creed, the more the humanity, which is the divinity of it, will appear.' + </p> + <p> + He then told her about Nancy. + </p> + <p> + 'I will keep her about myself for a while,' said Miss St. John, 'till I + see what can be done with her. I know a good many people who without being + prepared, or perhaps able to take any trouble, are yet ready to do a + kindness when it is put in their way.' + </p> + <p> + 'I feel more and more that I ought to make some friends,' said Falconer; + 'for I find my means of help reach but a little way. What had I better do? + I suppose I could get some introductions.—I hardly know how.' + </p> + <p> + 'That will easily be managed. I will take that in hand. If you will accept + invitations, you will soon know a good many people—of all sorts,' + she added with a smile. + </p> + <p> + About this time Falconer, having often felt the pressure of his ignorance + of legal affairs, and reflected whether it would not add to his efficiency + to rescue himself from it, began such a course of study as would fit him + for the profession of the law. Gifted with splendid health, and if with a + slow strength of grasping, yet with a great power of holding, he set + himself to work, and regularly read for the bar. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0058"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. MY OWN ACQUAINTANCE. + </h2> + <p> + It was after this that my own acquaintance with Falconer commenced. I had + just come out of one of the theatres in the neighbourhood of the Strand, + unable to endure any longer the dreary combination of false magnanimity + and real meanness, imported from Paris in the shape of a melodrama, for + the delectation of the London public. I had turned northwards, and was + walking up one of the streets near Covent Garden, when my attention was + attracted to a woman who came out of a gin-shop, carrying a baby. She went + to the kennel, and bent her head over, ill with the poisonous stuff she + had been drinking. And while the woman stood in this degrading posture, + the poor, white, wasted baby was looking over her shoulder with the smile + of a seraph, perfectly unconscious of the hell around her. + </p> + <p> + 'Children will see things as God sees them,' murmured a voice beside me. + </p> + <p> + I turned and saw a tall man with whose form I had already become a little + familiar, although I knew nothing of him, standing almost at my elbow, + with his eyes fixed on the woman and the child, and a strange smile of + tenderness about his mouth, as if he were blessing the little creature in + his heart. + </p> + <p> + He too saw the wonder of the show, typical of so much in the world, indeed + of the world itself—the seemingly vile upholding and ministering to + the life of the pure, the gracious, the fearless. Aware from his tone more + than from his pronunciation that he was a fellow-countryman, I ventured to + speak to him, and in a home-dialect. + </p> + <p> + 'It's a wonnerfu' sicht. It's the cake o' Ezekiel ower again.' + </p> + <p> + He looked at me sharply, thought a moment, and said, + </p> + <p> + 'You were going my way when you stopped. I will walk with you, if you + will.' + </p> + <p> + 'But what's to be done about it?' I said. + </p> + <p> + 'About what?' he returned. + </p> + <p> + 'About the child there,' I answered. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! she is its mother,' he replied, walking on. + </p> + <p> + 'What difference does that make?' I said. + </p> + <p> + 'All the difference in the world. If God has given her that child, what + right have you or I to interfere?' + </p> + <p> + 'But I verily believe from the look of the child she gives it gin.' + </p> + <p> + 'God saves the world by the new blood, the children. To take her child + from her, would be to do what you could to damn her.' + </p> + <p> + 'It doesn't look much like salvation there.' + </p> + <p> + 'You mustn't interfere with God's thousand years any more than his one + day.' + </p> + <p> + 'Are you sure she is the mother?' I asked. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. I would not have left the child with her otherwise.' + </p> + <p> + 'What would you have done with it? Got it into some orphan asylum?—or + the Foundling perhaps?' + </p> + <p> + 'Never,' he answered. 'All those societies are wretched inventions for + escape from the right way. There ought not to be an orphan asylum in the + kingdom.' + </p> + <p> + 'What! Would you put them all down then?' + </p> + <p> + 'God forbid. But I would, if I could, make them all useless.' + </p> + <p> + 'How could you do that?' + </p> + <p> + 'I would merely enlighten the hearts of childless people as to their + privileges.' + </p> + <p> + 'Which are?' + </p> + <p> + 'To be fathers and mothers to the fatherless and motherless.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have often wondered why more of them did not adopt children. Why don't + they?' + </p> + <p> + 'For various reasons which a real love to child nature would blow to the + winds—all comprised in this, that such a child would not be their + own child. As if ever a child could be their own! That a child is God's is + of rather more consequence than whether it is born of this or that couple. + Their hearts would surely be glad when they went into heaven to have the + angels of the little ones that always behold the face of their Father + coming round them, though they were not exactly their father and mother.' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't know what the passage you refer to means.' + </p> + <p> + 'Neither do I. But it must mean something, if He said it. Are you a + clergyman?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. I am only a poor teacher of mathematics and poetry, shown up the back + stairs into the nurseries of great houses.' + </p> + <p> + 'A grand chance, if I may use the word.' + </p> + <p> + 'I do try to wake a little enthusiasm in the sons and daughters—without + much success, I fear.' + </p> + <p> + 'Will you come and see me?' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'With much pleasure. But, as I have given you an answer, you owe me one.' + </p> + <p> + 'I do.' + </p> + <p> + 'Have you adopted a child?' + </p> + <p> + 'No.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then you have some of your own?' + </p> + <p> + 'No.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then, excuse me, but why the warmth of your remarks on those who—' + </p> + <p> + 'I think I shall be able to satisfy you on that point, if we draw to each + other. Meantime I must leave you. Could you come to-morrow evening?' + </p> + <p> + 'With pleasure.' + </p> + <p> + We arranged the hour and parted. I saw him walk into a low public-house, + and went home. + </p> + <p> + At the time appointed, I rang the bell, and was led by an elderly woman up + the stair, and shown into a large room on the first-floor—poorly + furnished, and with many signs of bachelor-carelessness. Mr. Falconer rose + from an old hair-covered sofa to meet me as I entered. I will first tell + my reader something of his personal appearance. + </p> + <p> + He was considerably above six feet in height, square-shouldered, + remarkably long in the arms, and his hands were uncommonly large and + powerful. His head was large, and covered with dark wavy hair, lightly + streaked with gray. His broad forehead projected over deep-sunk eyes, that + shone like black fire. His features, especially his Roman nose, were + large, and finely, though not delicately, modelled. His nostrils were + remarkably large and flexile, with a tendency to slight motion: I found on + further acquaintance that when he was excited, they expanded in a wild + equine manner. The expression of his mouth was of tender power, crossed + with humour. He kept his lips a little compressed, which gave a certain + sternness to his countenance: but when this sternness dissolved in a + smile, it was something enchanting. He was plainly, rather shabbily + clothed. No one could have guessed at his profession or social position. + He came forward and received me cordially. After a little indifferent + talk, he asked me if I had any other engagement for the evening. + </p> + <p> + 'I never have any engagements,' I answered—'at least, of a social + kind. I am burd alane. I know next to nobody.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then perhaps you would not mind going out with me for a stroll?' + </p> + <p> + 'I shall be most happy,' I answered. + </p> + <p> + There was something about the man I found exceedingly attractive; I had + very few friends; and there was besides something odd, almost romantic, in + this beginning of an intercourse: I would see what would come of it. + </p> + <p> + 'Then we'll have some supper first,' said Mr. Falconer, and rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + While we ate our chops— + </p> + <p> + 'I dare say you think it strange,' my host said, 'that without the least + claim on your acquaintance, I should have asked you to come and see me, + Mr.—' + </p> + <p> + He stopped, smiling. + </p> + <p> + 'My name is Gordon—Archie Gordon,' I said. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, then, Mr. Gordon, I confess I have a design upon you. But you will + remember that you addressed me first.' + </p> + <p> + 'You spoke first,' I said. + </p> + <p> + 'Did I?' + </p> + <p> + 'I did not say you spoke to me, but you spoke.—I should not have + ventured to make the remark I did make, if I had not heard your voice + first. What design have you on me?' + </p> + <p> + 'That will appear in due course. Now take a glass of wine, and we'll set + out.' + </p> + <p> + We soon found ourselves in Holborn, and my companion led the way towards + the City. The evening was sultry and close. + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing excites me more,' said Mr. Falconer, 'than a walk in the twilight + through a crowded street. Do you find it affect you so?' + </p> + <p> + 'I cannot speak as strongly as you do,' I replied. 'But I perfectly + understand what you mean. Why is it, do you think?' + </p> + <p> + 'Partly, I fancy, because it is like the primordial chaos, a concentrated + tumult of undetermined possibilities. The germs of infinite adventure and + result are floating around you like a snow-storm. You do not know what may + arise in a moment and colour all your future. Out of this mass may + suddenly start something marvellous, or, it may be, something you have + been looking for for years.' + </p> + <p> + The same moment, a fierce flash of lightning, like a blue sword-blade a + thousand times shattered, quivered and palpitated about us, leaving a + thick darkness on the sense. I heard my companion give a suppressed cry, + and saw him run up against a heavy drayman who was on the edge of the + path, guiding his horses with his long whip. He begged the man's pardon, + put his hand to his head, and murmured, 'I shall know him now.' I was + afraid for a moment that the lightning had struck him, but he assured me + there was nothing amiss. He looked a little excited and confused, however. + </p> + <p> + I should have forgotten the incident, had he not told me afterwards—when + I had come to know him intimately—that in the moment of that + lightning flash, he had had a strange experience: he had seen the form of + his father, as he had seen him that Sunday afternoon, in the midst of the + surrounding light. He was as certain of the truth of the presentation as + if a gradual revival of memory had brought with it the clear conviction of + its own accuracy. His explanation of the phenomenon was, that, in some + cases, all that prevents a vivid conception from assuming objectivity, is + the self-assertion of external objects. The gradual approach of darkness + cannot surprise and isolate the phantasm; but the suddenness of the + lightning could and did, obliterating everything without, and leaving that + over which it had no power standing alone, and therefore visible. + </p> + <p> + 'But,' I ventured to ask, 'whence the minuteness of detail, surpassing, + you say, all that your memory could supply?' + </p> + <p> + 'That I think was a quickening of the memory by the realism of the + presentation. Excited by the vision, it caught at its own past, as it + were, and suddenly recalled that which it had forgotten. In the rapidity + of all pure mental action, this at once took its part in the apparent + objectivity.' + </p> + <p> + To return to the narrative of my first evening in Falconer's company. + </p> + <p> + It was strange how insensible the street population was to the grandeur of + the storm. While the thunder was billowing and bellowing over and around + us— + </p> + <p> + 'A hundred pins for one ha'penny,' bawled a man from the gutter, with the + importance of a Cagliostro. + </p> + <p> + 'Evening Star! Telegrauwff!' roared an ear-splitting urchin in my very + face. I gave him a shove off the pavement. + </p> + <p> + 'Ah! don't do that,' said Falconer. 'It only widens the crack between him + and his fellows—not much, but a little.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are right,' I said. 'I won't do it again.' + </p> + <p> + The same moment we heard a tumult in a neighbouring street. A crowd was + execrating a policeman, who had taken a woman into custody, and was + treating her with unnecessary rudeness. Falconer looked on for a few + moments. + </p> + <p> + 'Come, policeman!' he said at length, in a tone of expostulation. 'You're + rather rough, are you not? She's a woman, you know.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hold your blasted humbug,' answered the man, an exceptional specimen of + the force at that time at all events, and shook the tattered wretch, as if + he would shake her out of her rags. + </p> + <p> + Falconer gently parted the crowd, and stood beside the two. + </p> + <p> + 'I will help you,' he said, 'to take her to the station, if you like, but + you must not treat her that way.' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't want your help,' said the policeman; 'I know you, and all the + damned lot of you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then I shall be compelled to give you a lesson,' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + The man's only answer was a shake that made the woman cry out. + </p> + <p> + 'I shall get into trouble if you get off,' said Falconer to her. 'Will you + promise me, on your word, to go with me to the station, if I rid you of + the fellow?' + </p> + <p> + 'I will, I will,' said the woman. + </p> + <p> + 'Then, look out,' said Falconer to the policeman; 'for I'm going to give + you that lesson.' + </p> + <p> + The officer let the woman go, took his baton, and made a blow at Falconer. + In another moment—I could hardly see how—he lay in the street. + </p> + <p> + 'Now, my poor woman, come along,' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + She obeyed, crying gently. Two other policemen came up. + </p> + <p> + 'Do you want to give that woman in charge, Mr. Falconer?' asked one of + them. + </p> + <p> + 'I give that man in charge,' cried his late antagonist, who had just + scrambled to his feet. 'Assaulting the police in discharge of their duty.' + </p> + <p> + 'Very well,' said the other. 'But you're in the wrong box, and that you'll + find. You had better come along to the station, sir.' + </p> + <p> + 'Keep that fellow from getting hold of the woman—you two, and we'll + go together,' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + Bewildered with the rapid sequence of events, I was following in the + crowd. Falconer looked about till he saw me, and gave me a nod which meant + come along. Before we reached Bow Street, however, the offending + policeman, who had been walking a little behind in conversation with one + of the others, advanced to Falconer, touched his hat, and said something, + to which Falconer replied. + </p> + <p> + 'Remember, I have my eye upon you,' was all I heard, however, as he left + the crowd and rejoined me. We turned and walked eastward again. + </p> + <p> + The storm kept on intermittently, but the streets were rather more crowded + than usual notwithstanding. + </p> + <p> + 'Look at that man in the woollen jacket,' said Falconer. 'What a beautiful + outline of face! There must be something noble in that man.' + </p> + <p> + 'I did not see him,' I answered, 'I was taken up with a woman's face, like + that of a beautiful corpse. It's eyes were bright. There was gin in its + brain.' + </p> + <p> + The streets swarmed with human faces gleaming past. It was a night of + ghosts. + </p> + <p> + There stood a man who had lost one arm, earnestly pumping bilge-music out + of an accordion with the other, holding it to his body with the stump. + There was a woman, pale with hunger and gin, three match-boxes in one + extended hand, and the other holding a baby to her breast. As we looked, + the poor baby let go its hold, turned its little head, and smiled a wan, + shrivelled, old-fashioned smile in our faces. + </p> + <p> + Another happy baby, you see, Mr. Gordon,' said Falconer. 'A child, fresh + from God, finds its heaven where no one else would. The devil could drive + woman out of Paradise; but the devil himself cannot drive the Paradise out + of a woman.' + </p> + <p> + 'What can be done for them?' I said, and at the moment, my eye fell upon a + row of little children, from two to five years of age, seated upon the + curb-stone. + </p> + <p> + They were chattering fast, and apparently carrying on some game, as happy + as if they had been in the fields. + </p> + <p> + 'Wouldn't you like to take all those little grubby things, and put them in + a great tub and wash them clean?' I said. + </p> + <p> + 'They'd fight like spiders,' rejoined Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'They're not fighting now.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then don't make them. It would be all useless. The probability is that + you would only change the forms of the various evils, and possibly for + worse. You would buy all that man's glue-lizards, and that man's + three-foot rules, and that man's dog-collars and chains, at three times + their value, that they might get more drink than usual, and do nothing at + all for their living to-morrow.—What a happy London you would make + if you were Sultan Haroun!' he added, laughing. 'You would put an end to + poverty altogether, would you not?' + </p> + <p> + I did not reply at once. + </p> + <p> + 'But I beg your pardon,' he resumed; 'I am very rude.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not at all,' I returned. 'I was only thinking how to answer you. They + would be no worse after all than those who inherit property and lead idle + lives.' + </p> + <p> + 'True; but they would be no better. Would you be content that your quondam + poor should be no better off than the rich? What would be gained thereby? + Is there no truth in the words “Blessed are the poor”? A deeper truth than + most Christians dare to see.—Did you ever observe that there is not + one word about the vices of the poor in the Bible—from beginning to + end?' + </p> + <p> + 'But they have their vices.' + </p> + <p> + 'Indubitably. I am only stating a fact. The Bible is full enough of the + vices of the rich. I make no comment.' + </p> + <p> + 'But don't you care for their sufferings?' + </p> + <p> + 'They are of secondary importance quite. But if you had been as much + amongst them as I, perhaps you would be of my opinion, that the poor are + not, cannot possibly feel so wretched as they seem to us. They live in a + climate, as it were, which is their own, by natural law comply with it, + and find it not altogether unfriendly. The Laplander will prefer his + wastes to the rich fields of England, not merely from ignorance, but for + the sake of certain blessings amongst which he has been born and brought + up. The blessedness of life depends far more on its interest than upon its + comfort. The need of exertion and the doubt of success, renders life much + more interesting to the poor than it is to those who, unblessed with + anxiety for the bread that perisheth, waste their poor hearts about rank + and reputation.' + </p> + <p> + 'I thought such anxiety was represented as an evil in the New Testament.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. But it is a still greater evil to lose it in any other way than by + faith in God. You would remove the anxiety by destroying its cause: God + would remove it by lifting them above it, by teaching them to trust in + him, and thus making them partakers of the divine nature. Poverty is a + blessing when it makes a man look up.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you cannot say it does so always.' + </p> + <p> + 'I cannot determine when, where, and how much; but I am sure it does. And + I am confident that to free those hearts from it by any deed of yours + would be to do them the greatest injury you could. Probably their want of + foresight would prove the natural remedy, speedily reducing them to their + former condition—not however without serious loss.' + </p> + <p> + 'But will not this theory prove at last an anæsthetic rather than an + anodyne? I mean that, although you may adopt it at first for refuge from + the misery the sight of their condition occasions you, there is surely a + danger of its rendering you at last indifferent to it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Am I indifferent? But you do not know me yet. Pardon my egotism. There + may be such danger. Every truth has its own danger or shadow. Assuredly I + would have no less labour spent upon them. But there can be no true labour + done, save in as far as we are fellow-labourers with God. We must work + with him, not against him. Every one who works without believing that God + is doing the best, the absolute good for them, is, must be, more or less, + thwarting God. He would take the poor out of God's hands. For others, as + for ourselves, we must trust him. If we could thoroughly understand + anything, that would be enough to prove it undivine; and that which is but + one step beyond our understanding must be in some of its relations as + mysterious as if it were a hundred. But through all this darkness about + the poor, at least I can see wonderful veins and fields of light, and with + the help of this partial vision, I trust for the rest. The only and the + greatest thing man is capable of is Trust in God.' + </p> + <p> + 'What then is a man to do for the poor? How is he to work with God?' I + asked. + </p> + <p> + 'He must be a man amongst them—a man breathing the air of a higher + life, and therefore in all natural ways fulfilling his endless human + relations to them. Whatever you do for them, let your own being, that is + you in relation to them, be the background, that so you may be a link + between them and God, or rather I should say, between them and the + knowledge of God.' + </p> + <p> + While Falconer spoke, his face grew grander and grander, till at last it + absolutely shone. I felt that I walked with a man whose faith was his + genius. + </p> + <p> + 'Of one thing I am pretty sure,' he resumed, 'that the same recipe Goethe + gave for the enjoyment of life, applies equally to all work: “Do the thing + that lies next you.” That is all our business. Hurried results are worse + than none. We must force nothing, but be partakers of the divine patience. + How long it took to make the cradle! and we fret that the baby Humanity is + not reading Euclid and Plato, even that it is not understanding the Gospel + of St. John! If there is one thing evident in the world's history, it is + that God hasteneth not. All haste implies weakness. Time is as cheap as + space and matter. What they call the church militant is only at drill yet, + and a good many of the officers too not out of the awkward squad. I am + sure I, for a private, am not. In the drill a man has to conquer himself, + and move with the rest by individual attention to his own duty: to what + mighty battlefields the recruit may yet be led, he does not know. Meantime + he has nearly enough to do with his goose-step, while there is plenty of + single combat, skirmish, and light cavalry work generally, to get him + ready for whatever is to follow. I beg your pardon: I am preaching.' + </p> + <p> + 'Eloquently,' I answered. + </p> + <p> + Of some of the places into which Falconer led me that night I will attempt + no description—places blazing with lights and mirrors, crowded with + dancers, billowing with music, close and hot, and full of the saddest of + all sights, the uninteresting faces of commonplace women. + </p> + <p> + 'There is a passion,' I said, as we came out of one of these dreadful + places, 'that lingers about the heart like the odour of violets, like a + glimmering twilight on the borders of moonrise; and there is a passion + that wraps itself in the vapours of patchouli and coffins, and streams + from the eyes like gaslight from a tavern. And yet the line is ill to draw + between them. It is very dreadful. These are women.' + </p> + <p> + 'They are in God's hands,' answered Falconer. 'He hasn't done with them + yet. Shall it take less time to make a woman than to make a world? Is not + the woman the greater? She may have her ages of chaos, her centuries of + crawling slime, yet rise a woman at last.' + </p> + <p> + 'How much alike all those women were!' + </p> + <p> + 'A family likeness, alas! which always strikes you first.' + </p> + <p> + 'Some of them looked quite modest.' + </p> + <p> + 'There are great differences. I do not know anything more touching than to + see how a woman will sometimes wrap around her the last remnants of a + soiled and ragged modesty. It has moved me almost to tears to see such a + one hanging her head in shame during the singing of a detestable song. + That poor thing's shame was precious in the eyes of the Master, surely.' + </p> + <p> + 'Could nothing be done for her?' + </p> + <p> + 'I contrived to let her know where she would find a friend if she wanted + to be good: that is all you can do in such cases. If the horrors of their + life do not drive them out at such an open door, you can do nothing else, + I fear—for the time.' + </p> + <p> + 'Where are you going now, may I ask?' + </p> + <p> + 'Into the city—on business,' he added with a smile. + </p> + <p> + 'There will be nobody there so late.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nobody! One would think you were the beadle of a city church, Mr. + Gordon.' + </p> + <p> + We came into a very narrow, dirty street. I do not know where it is. A + slatternly woman advanced from an open door, and said, + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Falconer.' + </p> + <p> + He looked at her for a moment. + </p> + <p> + 'Why, Sarah, have you come to this already?' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Never mind me, sir. It's no more than you told me to expect. You knowed + him better than I did. Leastways I'm an honest woman.' + </p> + <p> + 'Stick to that, Sarah; and be good-tempered.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll have a try anyhow, sir. But there's a poor cretur a dyin' up-stairs; + and I'm afeard it'll go hard with her, for she throwed a Bible out o' + window this very morning, sir.' + </p> + <p> + 'Would she like to see me? I'm afraid not.' + </p> + <p> + 'She's got Lilywhite, what's a sort of a reader, readin' that same Bible + to her now.' + </p> + <p> + 'There can be no great harm in just looking in,' he said, turning to me. + </p> + <p> + 'I shall be happy to follow you—anywhere,' I returned. + </p> + <p> + 'She's awful ill, sir; cholerer or summat,' said Sarah, as she led the way + up the creaking stair. + </p> + <p> + We half entered the room softly. Two or three women sat by the chimney, + and another by a low bed, covered with a torn patchwork counterpane, + spelling out a chapter in the Bible. We paused for a moment to hear what + she was reading. Had the book been opened by chance, or by design? It was + the story of David and Bathsheba. Moans came from the bed, but the candle + in a bottle, by which the woman was reading, was so placed that we could + not see the sufferer. + </p> + <p> + We stood still and did not interrupt the reading. + </p> + <p> + 'Ha! ha! ha!' laughed a coarse voice from the side of the chimney: 'the + saint, you see, was no better than some of the rest of us!' + </p> + <p> + 'I think he was a good deal worse just then,' said Falconer, stepping + forward. + </p> + <p> + 'Gracious! there's Mr. Falconer,' said another woman, rising, and speaking + in a flattering tone. + </p> + <p> + 'Then,' remarked the former speaker, 'there's a chance for old Moll and me + yet. King David was a saint, wasn't he? Ha! ha!' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, and you might be one too, if you were as sorry for your faults as he + was for his.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sorry, indeed! I'll be damned if I be sorry. What have I to be sorry for? + Where's the harm in turning an honest penny? I ha' took no man's wife, nor + murdered himself neither. There's yer saints! He was a rum 'un. Ha! ha!' + </p> + <p> + Falconer approached her, bent down and whispered something no one could + hear but herself. She gave a smothered cry, and was silent. + </p> + <p> + 'Give me the book,' he said, turning towards the bed. 'I'll read you + something better than that. I'll read about some one that never did + anything wrong.' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't believe there never was no sich a man,' said the previous reader, + as she handed him the book, grudgingly. + </p> + <p> + 'Not Jesus Christ himself?' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! I didn't know as you meant him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course I meant him. There never was another.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have heard tell—p'raps it was yourself, sir—as how he + didn't come down upon us over hard after all, bless him!' + </p> + <p> + Falconer sat down on the side of the bed, and read the story of Simon the + Pharisee and the woman that was a sinner. When he ceased, the silence that + followed was broken by a sob from somewhere in the room. The sick woman + stopped her moaning, and said, + </p> + <p> + 'Turn down the leaf there, please, sir. Lilywhite will read it to me when + you're gone.' + </p> + <p> + The some one sobbed again. It was a young slender girl, with a face + disfigured by the small-pox, and, save for the tearful look it wore, poor + and expressionless. Falconer said something gentle to her. + </p> + <p> + 'Will he ever come again?' she sobbed. + </p> + <p> + 'Who?' asked Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Him—Jesus Christ. I've heard tell, I think, that he was to come + again some day.' + </p> + <p> + 'Why do you ask?' + </p> + <p> + 'Because—' she said, with a fresh burst of tears, which rendered the + words that followed unintelligible. But she recovered herself in a few + moments, and, as if finishing her sentence, put her hand up to her poor, + thin, colourless hair, and said, + </p> + <p> + 'My hair ain't long enough to wipe his feet.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you know what he would say to you, my girl?' Falconer asked. + </p> + <p> + 'No. What would he say to me? He would speak to me, would he?' + </p> + <p> + 'He would say: Thy sins are forgiven thee.' + </p> + <p> + 'Would he, though? Would he?' she cried, starting up. 'Take me to him—take + me to him. Oh! I forgot. He's dead. But he will come again, won't he? He + was crucified four times, you know, and he must ha' come four times for + that. Would they crucify him again, sir?' + </p> + <p> + 'No, they wouldn't crucify him now—in England at least. They would + only laugh at him, shake their heads at what he told them, as much as to + say it wasn't true, and sneer and mock at him in some of the newspapers.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh dear! I've been very wicked.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you won't be so any more.' + </p> + <p> + 'No, no, no. I won't, I won't, I won't.' + </p> + <p> + She talked hurriedly, almost wildly. The coarse old woman tapped her + forehead with her finger. Falconer took the girl's hand. + </p> + <p> + 'What is your name?' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Nell.' + </p> + <p> + 'What more?' + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing more.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, Nelly,' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'How kind of you to call me Nelly!' interrupted the poor girl. 'They + always calls me Nell, just.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nelly,' repeated Falconer, 'I will send a lady here to-morrow to take you + away with her, if you like, and tell you how you must do to find Jesus.—People + always find him that want to find him.' + </p> + <p> + The elderly woman with the rough voice, who had not spoken since he + whispered to her, now interposed with a kind of cowed fierceness. + </p> + <p> + 'Don't go putting humbug into my child's head now, Mr. Falconer—'ticing + her away from her home. Everybody knows my Nell's been an idiot since ever + she was born. Poor child!' + </p> + <p> + 'I ain't your child,' cried the girl, passionately. 'I ain't nobody's + child.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are God's child,' said Falconer, who stood looking on with his eyes + shining, but otherwise in a state of absolute composure. + </p> + <p> + 'Am I? Am I? You won't forget to send for me, sir?' + </p> + <p> + 'That I won't,' he answered. + </p> + <p> + She turned instantly towards the woman, and snapped her fingers in her + face. + </p> + <p> + 'I don't care that for you,' she cried. 'You dare to touch me now, and + I'll bite you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Come, come, Nelly, you mustn't be rude,' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'No, sir, I won't no more, leastways to nobody but she. It's she makes me + do all the wicked things, it is.' + </p> + <p> + She snapped her fingers in her face again, and then burst out crying. + </p> + <p> + 'She will leave you alone now, I think,' said Falconer. 'She knows it will + be quite as well for her not to cross me.' + </p> + <p> + This he said very significantly, as he turned to the door, where he bade + them a general good-night. When we reached the street, I was too + bewildered to offer any remark. Falconer was the first to speak. + </p> + <p> + 'It always comes back upon me, as if I had never known it before, that + women like some of those were of the first to understand our Lord.' + </p> + <p> + 'Some of them wouldn't have understood him any more than the Pharisee, + though.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm not so sure of that. Of course there are great differences. There are + good and bad amongst them as in every class. But one thing is clear to me, + that no indulgence of passion destroys the spiritual nature so much as + respectable selfishness.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am afraid you will not get society to agree with you,' I said, + foolishly. + </p> + <p> + 'I have no wish that society should agree with me; for if it did, it would + be sure to do so upon the worst of principles. It is better that society + should be cruel, than that it should call the horrible thing a trifle: it + would know nothing between.' + </p> + <p> + Through the city—though it was only when we crossed one of the main + thoroughfares that I knew where we were—we came into the region of + Bethnal Green. From house to house till it grew very late, Falconer went, + and I went with him. I will not linger on this part of our wanderings. + Where I saw only dreadful darkness, Falconer always would see some glimmer + of light. All the people into whose houses we went knew him. They were all + in the depths of poverty. Many of them were respectable. With some of them + he had long talks in private, while I waited near. At length he said, + </p> + <p> + 'I think we had better be going home, Mr. Gordon. You must be tired.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am, rather,' I answered. 'But it doesn't matter, for I have nothing to + do to-morrow.' + </p> + <p> + 'We shall get a cab, I dare say, before we go far.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not for me. I am not so tired, but that I would rather walk,' I said. + </p> + <p> + 'Very well,' he returned. 'Where do you live?' + </p> + <p> + I told him. + </p> + <p> + 'I will take you the nearest way.' + </p> + <p> + 'You know London marvellously.' + </p> + <p> + 'Pretty well now,' he answered. + </p> + <p> + We were somewhere near Leather Lane about one o'clock. Suddenly we came + upon two tiny children standing on the pavement, one on each side of the + door of a public-house. They could not have been more than two and three. + They were sobbing a little—not much. The tiny creatures stood there + awfully awake in sleeping London, while even their own playmates were far + off in the fairyland of dreams. + </p> + <p> + 'This is the kind of thing,' I said, 'that makes me doubt whether there be + a God in heaven.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is only because he is down here,' answered Falconer, 'taking such + good care of us all that you can't see him. There is not a gin-palace, or + yet lower hell in London, in which a man or woman can be out of God. The + whole being love, there is nothing for you to set it against and judge it + by. So you are driven to fancies.' + </p> + <p> + The house was closed, but there was light above the door. We went up to + the children, and spoke to them, but all we could make out was that mammie + was in there. One of them could not speak at all. Falconer knocked at the + door. A good-natured-looking Irishwoman opened it a little way and peeped + out. + </p> + <p> + 'Here are two children crying at your door, ma'am,' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Och, the darlin's! they want their mother.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you know her, then?' + </p> + <p> + 'True for you, and I do. She's a mighty dacent woman in her way when the + drink's out uv her, and very kind to the childher; but oncet she smells + the dhrop o' gin, her head's gone intirely. The purty craytures have waked + up, an' she not come home, and they've run out to look after her.' + </p> + <p> + Falconer stood a moment as if thinking what would be best. The shriek of a + woman rang through the night. + </p> + <p> + 'There she is!' said the Irishwoman. 'For God's sake don't let her get a + hould o' the darlints. She's ravin' mad. I seen her try to kill them + oncet.' + </p> + <p> + The shrieks came nearer and nearer, and after a few moments the woman + appeared in the moonlight, tossing her arms over her head, and screaming + with a despair for which she yet sought a defiant expression. Her head was + uncovered, and her hair flying in tangles; her sleeves were torn, and her + gaunt arms looked awful in the moonlight. She stood in the middle of the + street, crying again and again, with shrill laughter between, 'Nobody + cares for me, and I care for nobody! Ha! ha! ha!' + </p> + <p> + 'Mammie! mammie!' cried the elder of the children, and ran towards her. + </p> + <p> + The woman heard, and rushed like a fury towards the child. Falconer too + ran, and caught up the child. The woman gave a howl and rushed towards the + other. I caught up that one. With a last shriek, she dashed her head + against the wall of the public-house, dropped on the pavement, and lay + still. + </p> + <p> + Falconer set the child down, lifted the wasted form in his arms, and + carried it into the house. The face was blue as that of a strangled + corpse. She was dead. + </p> + <p> + 'Was she a married woman?' Falconer asked. + </p> + <p> + 'It's myself can't tell you sir,' the Irishwoman answered. 'I never saw + any boy with her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you know where she lived?' + </p> + <p> + 'No, sir. Somewhere not far off, though. The children will know.' + </p> + <p> + But they stood staring at their mother, and we could get nothing out of + them. They would not move from the corpse. + </p> + <p> + 'I think we may appropriate this treasure-trove,' said Falconer, turning + at last to me; and as he spoke, he took the eldest in his arms. Then, + turning to the woman, he gave her a card, saying, 'If any inquiry is made + about them, there is my address.—Will you take the other, Mr. + Gordon?' + </p> + <p> + I obeyed. The children cried no more. After traversing a few streets, we + found a cab, and drove to a house in Queen Square, Bloomsbury. + </p> + <p> + Falconer got out at the door of a large house, and rung the bell; then got + the children out, and dismissed the cab. There we stood in the middle of + the night, in a silent, empty square, each with a child in his arms. In a + few minutes we heard the bolts being withdrawn. The door opened, and a + tall graceful form wrapped in a dressing-gown, appeared. + </p> + <p> + 'I have brought you two babies, Miss St. John,' said Falconer. 'Can you + take them?' + </p> + <p> + 'To be sure I can,' she answered, and turned to lead the way. 'Bring them + in.' + </p> + <p> + We followed her into a little back room. She put down her candle, and went + straight to the cupboard, whence she brought a sponge-cake, from which she + cut a large piece for each of the children. + </p> + <p> + 'What a mercy they are, Robert,—those little gates in the face! Red + Lane leads direct to the heart,' she said, smiling, as if she rejoiced in + the idea of taming the little wild angelets. 'Don't you stop. You are + tired enough, I am sure. I will wake my maid, and we'll get them washed + and put to bed at once.' + </p> + <p> + She was closing the door, when Falconer turned. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! Miss St. John,' he said, 'I was forgetting. Could you go down to No. + 13 in Soap Lane—you know it, don't you?' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. Quite well.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ask for a girl called Nell—a plain, pock-marked young girl—and + take her away with you.' + </p> + <p> + 'When shall I go?' + </p> + <p> + 'To-morrow morning. But I shall be in. Don't go till you see me. + Good-night.' + </p> + <p> + We took our leave without more ado. + </p> + <p> + 'What a lady-like woman to be the matron of an asylum!' I said. + </p> + <p> + Falconer gave a little laugh. + </p> + <p> + 'That is no asylum. It is a private house.' + </p> + <p> + 'And the lady?' + </p> + <p> + 'Is a lady of private means,' he answered, 'who prefers Bloomsbury to + Belgravia, because it is easier to do noble work in it. Her heaven is on + the confines of hell.' + </p> + <p> + 'What will she do with those children?' + </p> + <p> + 'Kiss them and wash them and put them to bed.' + </p> + <p> + 'And after that?' + </p> + <p> + 'Give them bread and milk in the morning.' + </p> + <p> + 'And after that?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! there's time enough. We'll see. There's only one thing she won't do.' + </p> + <p> + 'What is that?' + </p> + <p> + 'Turn them out again.' + </p> + <p> + A pause followed, I cogitating. + </p> + <p> + 'Are you a society, then?' I asked at length. + </p> + <p> + 'No. At least we don't use the word. And certainly no other society would + acknowledge us.' + </p> + <p> + 'What are you, then?' + </p> + <p> + 'Why should we be anything, so long as we do our work?' + </p> + <p> + 'Don't you think there is some affectation in refusing a name?' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, if the name belongs to you? Not otherwise.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you lay claim to no epithet of any sort?' + </p> + <p> + 'We are a church, if you like. There!' + </p> + <p> + 'Who is your clergyman?' + </p> + <p> + 'Nobody.' + </p> + <p> + 'Where do you meet?' + </p> + <p> + 'Nowhere.' + </p> + <p> + 'What are your rules, then?' + </p> + <p> + 'We have none.' + </p> + <p> + 'What makes you a church?' + </p> + <p> + 'Divine Service.' + </p> + <p> + 'What do you mean by that?' + </p> + <p> + 'The sort of thing you have seen to-night.' + </p> + <p> + 'What is your creed?' + </p> + <p> + 'Christ Jesus.' + </p> + <p> + 'But what do you believe about him?' + </p> + <p> + 'What we can. We count any belief in him—the smallest—better + than any belief about him—the greatest—or about anything else + besides. But we exclude no one.' + </p> + <p> + 'How do you manage without?' + </p> + <p> + 'By admitting no one.' + </p> + <p> + 'I cannot understand you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, then: we are an undefined company of people, who have grown into + human relations with each other naturally, through one attractive force—love + for human beings, regarding them as human beings only in virtue of the + divine in them.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you must have some rules,' I insisted. + </p> + <p> + 'None whatever. They would cause us only trouble. We have nothing to take + us from our work. Those that are most in earnest, draw most together; + those that are on the outskirts have only to do nothing, and they are free + of us. But we do sometimes ask people to help us—not with money.' + </p> + <p> + 'But who are the we?' + </p> + <p> + 'Why you, if you will do anything, and I and Miss St. John and twenty + others—and a great many more I don't know, for every one is a centre + to others. It is our work that binds us together.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then when that stops you drop to pieces.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, thank God. We shall then die. There will be no corporate body—which + means a bodied body, or an unsouled body, left behind to simulate life, + and corrupt, and work no end of disease. We go to ashes at once, and leave + no corpse for a ghoul to inhabit and make a vampire of. When our spirit is + dead, our body is vanished.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then you won't last long.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then we oughtn't to last long.' + </p> + <p> + 'But the work of the world could not go on so.' + </p> + <p> + 'We are not the life of the world. God is. And when we fail, he can and + will send out more and better labourers into his harvest-field. It is a + divine accident by which we are thus associated.' + </p> + <p> + 'But surely the church must be otherwise constituted.' + </p> + <p> + 'My dear sir, you forget: I said we were a church, not the church.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you belong to the Church of England?' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, some of us. Why should we not? In as much as she has faithfully + preserved the holy records and traditions, our obligations to her are + infinite. And to leave her would be to quarrel, and start a thousand + vermiculate questions, as Lord Bacon calls them, for which life is too + serious in my eyes. I have no time for that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then you count the Church of England the Church?' + </p> + <p> + 'Of England, yes; of the universe, no: that is constituted just like ours, + with the living working Lord for the heart of it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Will you take me for a member?' + </p> + <p> + 'No.' + </p> + <p> + 'Will you not, if—?' + </p> + <p> + 'You may make yourself one if you will. I will not speak a word to gain + you. I have shown you work. Do something, and you are of Christ's Church.' + </p> + <p> + We were almost at the door of my lodging, and I was getting very weary in + body, and indeed in mind, though I hope not in heart. Before we separated, + I ventured to say, + </p> + <p> + 'Will you tell me why you invited me to come and see you? Forgive my + presumption, but you seemed to seek acquaintance with me, although you did + make me address you first.' + </p> + <p> + He laughed gently, and answered in the words of the ancient mariner:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'The moment that his face I see, + I know the man that must hear me: + To him my tale I teach.' +</pre> + <p> + Without another word, he shook hands with me, and left me. Weary as I was, + I stood in the street until I could hear his footsteps no longer. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0059"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. THE BROTHERS. + </h2> + <p> + One day, as Falconer sat at a late breakfast, Shargar burst into his room. + Falconer had not even known that he was coming home, for he had + outstripped the letter he had sent. He had his arm in a sling, which + accounted for his leave. + </p> + <p> + 'Shargar!' cried Falconer, starting up in delight. + </p> + <p> + 'Major Shargar, if you please. Give me all my honours, Robert,' said + Moray, presenting his left hand. + </p> + <p> + 'I congratulate you, my boy. Well, this is delightful! But you are + wounded.' + </p> + <p> + 'Bullet—broken—that's all. It's nearly right again. I'll tell + you about it by and by. I am too full of something else to talk about + trifles of that sort. I want you to help me.' + </p> + <p> + He then rushed into the announcement that he had fallen desperately in + love with a lady who had come on board with her maid at Malta, where she + had been spending the winter. She was not very young, about his own age, + but very beautiful, and of enchanting address. How she could have remained + so long unmarried he could not think. It could not be but that she had had + many offers. She was an heiress, too, but that Shargar felt to be a + disadvantage for him. All the progress he could yet boast of was that his + attentions had not been, so far as he could judge, disagreeable to her. + Robert thought even less of the latter fact than Shargar himself, for he + did not believe there were many women to whom Shargar's attentions would + be disagreeable: they must always be simple and manly. What was more to + the point, she had given him her address in London, and he was going to + call upon her the next day. She was on a visit to Lady Janet Gordon, an + elderly spinster, who lived in Park-street. + </p> + <p> + 'Are you quite sure she's not an adventuress, Shargar?' + </p> + <p> + 'It's o' no mainner o' use to tell ye what I'm sure or no sure o', Robert, + in sic a case. But I'll manage, somehoo, 'at ye sall see her yersel', an' + syne I'll speir back yer ain queston at ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, hae ye tauld her a' aboot yersel'?' + </p> + <p> + 'No!' answered Shargar, growing suddenly pale. 'I never thocht aboot that. + But I had no richt, for a' that passed, to intrude mysel' upo' her to that + extent.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I reckon ye're richt. Yer wounds an' yer medals ought to weigh weel + against a' that. There's this comfort in 't, that gin she bena richt weel + worthy o' ye, auld frien', she winna tak ye.' + </p> + <p> + Shargar did not seem to see the comfort of it. He was depressed for the + remainder of the day. In the morning he was in wild spirits again. Just + before he started, however, he said, with an expression of tremulous + anxiety, + </p> + <p> + 'Oucht I to tell her a' at ance—already—aboot—aboot my + mither?' + </p> + <p> + 'I dinna say that. Maybe it wad be equally fair to her and to yersel' to + lat her ken ye a bit better afore ye do that.—We'll think that ower.—Whan + ye gang doon the stair, ye'll see a bit brougham at the door waitin' for + ye. Gie the coachman ony orders ye like. He's your servant as lang 's + ye're in London. Commit yer way to the Lord, my boy.' + </p> + <p> + Though Shargar did not say much, he felt strengthened by Robert's truth to + meet his fate with something of composure. But it was not to be decided + that day. Therein lay some comfort. + </p> + <p> + He returned in high spirits still. He had been graciously received both by + Miss Hamilton and her hostess—a kind-hearted old lady, who spoke + Scotch with the pure tone of a gentlewoman, he said—a treat not to + be had once in a twelvemonth. She had asked him to go to dinner in the + evening, and to bring his friend with him. Robert, however, begged him to + make his excuse, as he had an engagement in—a very different sort of + place. + </p> + <p> + When Shargar returned, Robert had not come in. He was too excited to go to + bed, and waited for him. It was two o'clock before he came home. Shargar + told him there was to be a large party at Lady Patterdale's the next + evening but one, and Lady Janet had promised to procure him an invitation. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Robert went to see Mary St. John, and asked if she knew + anything of Lady Patterdale, and whether she could get him an invitation. + Miss St. John did not know her, but she thought she could manage it for + him. He told her all about Shargar, for whose sake he wished to see Miss + Hamilton before consenting to be introduced to her. Miss St. John set out + at once, and Falconer received a card the next day. When the evening came, + he allowed Shargar to set out alone in his brougham, and followed an hour + later in a hansom. + </p> + <p> + When he reached the house, the rooms were tolerably filled, and as several + parties had arrived just before him, he managed to enter without being + announced. After a little while he caught sight of Shargar. He stood + alone, almost in a corner, with a strange, rather raised expression in his + eyes. Falconer could not see the object to which they were directed. + Certainly, their look was not that of love. He made his way up to him and + laid his hand on his arm. Shargar betrayed no little astonishment when he + saw him. + </p> + <p> + 'You here, Robert!' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, I'm here. Have you seen her yet? Is she here?' + </p> + <p> + 'Wha do ye think 's speakin' till her this verra minute? Look there!' + Shargar said in a low voice, suppressed yet more to hide his excitement. + </p> + <p> + Following his directions, Robert saw, amidst a little group of gentlemen + surrounding a seated lady, of whose face he could not get a peep, a + handsome elderly man, who looked more fashionable than his years + justified, and whose countenance had an expression which he felt + repulsive. He thought he had seen him before, but Shargar gave him no time + to come to a conclusion of himself. + </p> + <p> + 'It's my brither Sandy, as sure 's deith!' he said; 'and he's been hingin' + aboot her ever sin' she cam in. But I dinna think she likes him + a'thegither by the leuk o' her.' + </p> + <p> + 'What for dinna ye gang up till her yersel', man? I wadna stan' that gin + 'twas me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm feared 'at he ken me. He's terrible gleg. A' the Morays are gleg, and + yon marquis has an ee like a hawk.' + </p> + <p> + 'What does 't maitter? Ye hae dune naething to be ashamed o' like him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay; but it's this. I wadna hae her hear the trowth aboot me frae that + boar's mou' o' his first. I wad hae her hear 't frae my ain, an' syne she + canna think I meant to tak her in.' + </p> + <p> + At this moment there was a movement in the group. Shargar, receiving no + reply, looked round at Robert. It was now Shargar's turn to be surprised + at his expression. + </p> + <p> + 'Are ye seein' a vraith, Robert?' he said. 'What gars ye leuk like that, + man?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh!' answered Robert, recovering himself, 'I thought I saw some one I + knew. But I'm not sure. I'll tell you afterwards. We've been talking too + earnestly. People are beginning to look at us.' + </p> + <p> + So saying, he moved away towards the group of which the marquis still + formed one. As he drew near he saw a piano behind Miss Hamilton. A sudden + impulse seized him, and he yielded to it. He made his way to the piano, + and seating himself, began to play very softly—so softly that the + sounds could scarcely be heard beyond the immediate neighbourhood of the + instrument. There was no change on the storm of talk that filled the room. + But in a few minutes a face white as a shroud was turned round upon him + from the group in front, like the moon dawning out of a cloud. He stopped + at once, saying to himself, 'I was right;' and rising, mingled again with + the crowd. A few minutes after, he saw Shargar leading Miss Hamilton out + of the room, and Lady Janet following. He did not intend to wait his + return, but got near the door, that he might slip out when he should + re-enter. But Shargar did not return. For, the moment she reached the + fresh air, Miss Hamilton was so much better that Lady Janet, whose heart + was as young towards young people as if she had never had the unfortunate + love affair tradition assigned her, asked him to see them home, and he + followed them into her carriage. Falconer left a few minutes after, + anxious for quiet that he might make up his mind as to what he ought to + do. Before he had walked home, he had resolved on the next step. But not + wishing to see Shargar yet, and at the same time wanting to have a night's + rest, he went home only to change his clothes, and betook himself to a + hotel in Covent Garden. + </p> + <p> + He was at Lady Janet's door by ten o'clock the next morning, and sent in + his card to Miss Hamilton. He was shown into the drawing-room, where she + came to him. + </p> + <p> + 'May I presume on old acquaintance?' he asked, holding out his hand. + </p> + <p> + She looked in his face quietly, took his hand, pressed it warmly, and + said, + </p> + <p> + 'No one has so good a right, Mr. Falconer. Do sit down.' + </p> + <p> + He placed a chair for her, and obeyed. + </p> + <p> + After a moment's silence on both sides: + </p> + <p> + 'Are you aware, Miss—?' he said and hesitated. + </p> + <p> + 'Miss Hamilton,' she said with a smile. 'I was Miss Lindsay when you knew + me so many years ago. I will explain presently.' + </p> + <p> + Then with an air of expectation she awaited the finish of his sentence. + </p> + <p> + 'Are you aware, Miss Hamilton, that I am Major Moray's oldest friend?' + </p> + <p> + 'I am quite aware of it, and delighted to know it. He told me so last + night.' + </p> + <p> + Somewhat dismayed at this answer, Falconer resumed, + </p> + <p> + 'Did Major Moray likewise communicate with you concerning his own + history?' + </p> + <p> + 'He did. He told me all.' + </p> + <p> + Falconer was again silent for some moments. + </p> + <p> + 'Shall I be presuming too far if I venture to conclude that my friend will + not continue his visits?' + </p> + <p> + 'On the contrary,' she answered, with the same delicate blush that in old + times used to overspread the lovely whiteness of her face, 'I expect him + within half-an-hour.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then there is no time to be lost,' thought Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Without presuming to express any opinion of my own,' he said quietly, 'a + social code far less severe than that which prevails in England, would + take for granted that an impassable barrier existed between Major Moray + and Miss Hamilton.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do not suppose, Mr. Falconer, that I could not meet Major Moray's honesty + with equal openness on my side.' + </p> + <p> + Falconer, for the first time almost in his life, was incapable of speech + from bewilderment. But Miss Hamilton did not in the least enjoy his + perplexity, and made haste to rescue both him and herself. With a blush + that was now deep as any rose, she resumed, + </p> + <p> + 'But I owe you equal frankness, Mr. Falconer. There is no barrier between + Major Moray and myself but the foolish—no, wicked—indiscretion + of an otherwise innocent and ignorant girl. Listen, Mr. Falconer: under + the necessity of the circumstances you will not misjudge me if I compel + myself to speak calmly. This, I trust, will be my final penance. I thought + Lord Rothie was going to marry me. To do him justice, he never said so. + Make what excuse for my folly you can. I was lost in a mist of vain + imaginations. I had had no mother to teach me anything, Mr. Falconer, and + my father never suspected the necessity of teaching me anything. I was + very ill on the passage to Antwerp, and when I began to recover a little, + I found myself beginning to doubt both my own conduct and his lordship's + intentions. Possibly the fact that he was not quite so kind to me in my + illness as I had expected, and that I felt hurt in consequence, aided the + doubt. Then the thought of my father returning and finding that I had left + him, came and burned in my heart like fire. But what was I to do? I had + never been out of Aberdeen before. I did not know even a word of French. I + was altogether in Lord Rothie's power. I thought I loved him, but it was + not much of love that sea-sickness could get the better of. With a heart + full of despair I went on shore. The captain slipped a note into my hand. + I put it in my pocket, but pulled it out with my handkerchief in the + street. Lord Rothie picked it up. I begged him to give it me, but he read + it, and then tore it in pieces. I entered the hotel, as wretched as girl + could well be. I began to dislike him. But during dinner he was so kind + and attentive that I tried to persuade myself that my fears were fanciful. + After dinner he took me out. On the stairs we met a lady whose speech was + Scotch. Her maid called her Lady Janet. She looked kindly at me as I + passed. I thought she could read my face. I remembered afterwards that + Lord Rothie turned his head away when we met her. We went into the + cathedral. We were standing under that curious dome, and I was looking up + at its strange lights, when down came a rain of bell-notes on the roof + over my head. Before the first tune was over, I seemed to expect the + second, and then the third, without thinking how I could know what was + coming; but when they ended with the ballad of the Witch Lady, and I + lifted up my head and saw that I was not by my father's fireside, but in + Antwerp Cathedral with Lord Rothie, despair filled me with a half-insane + resolution. Happily Lord Rothie was at some little distance talking to a + priest about one of Rubens's pictures. I slipped unseen behind the nearest + pillar, and then flew from the church. How I got to the hotel I do not + know, but I did reach it. 'Lady Janet,' was all I could say. The waiter + knew the name, and led me to her room. I threw myself on my knees, and + begged her to save me. She assured me no one should touch me. I gasped + 'Lord Rothie,' and fainted. When I came to myself—but I need not + tell you all the particulars. Lady Janet did take care of me. Till last + night I never saw Lord Rothie again. I did not acknowledge him, but he + persisted in talking to me, behave as I would, and I saw well enough that + he knew me.' + </p> + <p> + Falconer took her hand and kissed it. + </p> + <p> + 'Thank God,' he said. 'That spire was indeed the haunt of angels as I + fancied while I played upon those bells.' + </p> + <p> + 'I knew it was you—that is, I was sure of it when I came to think + about it; but at the time I took it for a direct message from heaven, + which nobody heard but myself.' + </p> + <p> + 'It was such none the less that I was sent to deliver it,' said Falconer. + 'I little thought during my imprisonment because of it, that the end of my + journey was already accomplished.' + </p> + <p> + Mysie put her hand in his. + </p> + <p> + 'You have saved me, Mr. Falconer.' + </p> + <p> + 'For Ericson's sake, who was dying and could not,' returned Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Ah!' said Mysie, her large eyes opening with wonder. It was evident she + had had no suspicion of his attachment to her. + </p> + <p> + 'But,' said Falconer, 'there was another in it, without whom I could have + done nothing.' + </p> + <p> + 'Who was that?' + </p> + <p> + 'George Moray.' + </p> + <p> + 'Did he know me then?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. Fortunately not. You would not have looked at him then. It was all + done for love of me. He is the truest fellow in the world, and altogether + worthy of you, Miss Hamilton. I will tell you the whole story some day, + lest he should not do himself justice.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah, that reminds me. Hamilton sounds strange in your voice. You suspected + me of having changed my name to hide my history?' + </p> + <p> + It was so, and Falconer's silence acknowledged the fact. + </p> + <p> + 'Lady Janet brought me home, and told my father all. When he died a few + years after, she took me to live with her, and never rested till she had + brought me acquainted with Sir John Hamilton, in favour of whom my father + had renounced his claim to some disputed estates. Sir John had lost his + only son, and he had no daughter. He was a kind-hearted old man, rather + like my own father. He took to me, as they say, and made me change my name + to his, leaving me the property that might have been my father's, on + condition that whoever I married should take the same name. I don't think + your friend will mind making the exchange,' said Mysie in conclusion, as + the door opened and Shargar came in. + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, ye're a' gait (everywhere)!' he exclaimed as he entered. Then, + stopping to ask no questions, 'Ye see I'm to hae a name o' my ain efter + a',' he said, with a face which looked even handsome in the light of his + gladness. + </p> + <p> + Robert shook hands with him, and wished him joy heartily. + </p> + <p> + 'Wha wad hae thocht it, Shargar,' he added, 'that day 'at ye pat bonnets + for hose upo' Black Geordie's huves?' + </p> + <p> + The butler announced the Marquis of Boarshead. Mysie's eyes flashed. She + rose from her seat, and advanced to meet the marquis, who entered behind + the servant. He bowed and held out his hand. Mysie retreated one step, and + stood. + </p> + <p> + 'Your lordship has no right to force yourself upon me. You must have seen + that I had no wish to renew the acquaintance I was unhappy enough to form—now, + thank God, many years ago.' + </p> + <p> + 'Forgive me, Miss Hamilton. One word in private,' said the marquis. + </p> + <p> + 'Not a word,' returned Mysie. + </p> + <p> + 'Before these gentlemen, then, whom I have not the honour of knowing, I + offer you my hand.' + </p> + <p> + 'To accept that offer would be to wrong myself even more than your + lordship has done.' + </p> + <p> + She went back to where Moray was standing, and stood beside him. The evil + spirit in the marquis looked out at its windows. + </p> + <p> + 'You are aware, madam,' he said, 'that your reputation is in the hand I + offer you?' + </p> + <p> + 'The worse for it, my lord,' returned Mysie, with a scornful smile. 'But + your lordship's brother will protect it.' + </p> + <p> + 'My brother!' said the marquis. 'What do you mean? I have no brother!' + </p> + <p> + 'Ye hae mair brithers than ye ken o', Lord Sandy, and I'm ane o' them,' + said Shargar. + </p> + <p> + 'You are either a liar or a bastard, then,' said the marquis, who had not + been brought up in a school of which either self-restraint or respect for + women were prominent characteristics. + </p> + <p> + Falconer forgot himself for a moment, and made a stride forward. + </p> + <p> + 'Dinna hit him, Robert,' cried Shargar. 'He ance gae me a shillin', an' it + helpit, as ye ken, to haud me alive to face him this day.—No liar, + my lord, but a bastard, thank heaven.' Then, with a laugh, he instantly + added, 'Gin I had been ain brither to you, my lord, God only knows what a + rascal I micht hae been.' + </p> + <p> + 'By God, you shall answer for your damned insolence,' said the marquis, + and, lifting his riding-whip from the table where he had laid it, he + approached his brother. + </p> + <p> + Mysie rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + 'Haud yer han', Sandy,' cried Shargar. 'I hae faced mair fearsome foes + than you. But I hae some faimily-feelin', though ye hae nane: I wadna + willin'ly strike my brither.' + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, he retreated a little. The marquis came on with raised whip. + But Falconer stepped between, laid one of his great hands on the marquis's + chest, and flung him to the other end of the room, where he fell over an + ottoman. The same moment the servant entered. + </p> + <p> + 'Ask your mistress to oblige me by coming to the drawing-room,' said + Mysie. + </p> + <p> + The marquis had risen, but had not recovered his presence of mind when + Lady Janet entered. She looked inquiringly from one to the other. + </p> + <p> + 'Please, Lady Janet, will you ask the Marquis of Boarshead to leave the + house,' said Mysie. + </p> + <p> + 'With all my hert,' answered Lady Janet; 'and the mair that he's a kin' o' + a cousin o' my ain. Gang yer wa's, Sandy. Ye're no fit company for decent + fowk; an' that ye wad ken yersel', gin ye had ony idea left o' what + decency means.' + </p> + <p> + Without heeding her, the marquis went up to Falconer. + </p> + <p> + 'Your card, sir.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Janet followed him. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed ye s' get nae cairds here,' she said, pushing him aside. + </p> + <p> + 'So you allow your friends to insult me in your own house as they please, + cousin Janet?' said the marquis, who probably felt her opposition the most + formidable of all. + </p> + <p> + ''Deed they canna say waur o' ye nor I think. Gang awa', an' repent. + Consider yer gray hairs, man.' + </p> + <p> + This was the severest blow he had yet received. He left the room, + 'swearing at large.' + </p> + <p> + Falconer followed him; but what came of it nobody ever heard. + </p> + <p> + Major and Miss Hamilton were married within three months, and went out to + India together, taking Nancy Kennedy with them. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0060"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. A NEOPHYTE. + </h2> + <p> + Before many months had passed, without the slightest approach to any + formal recognition, I found myself one of the church of labour of which + Falconer was clearly the bishop. As he is the subject, or rather object of + my book, I will now record a fact which may serve to set forth his views + more clearly. I gained a knowledge of some of the circumstances, not + merely from the friendly confidences of Miss St. John and Falconer, but + from being a kind of a Scotch cousin of Lady Janet Gordon, whom I had + taken an opportunity of acquainting with the relation. She was + old-fashioned enough to acknowledge it even with some eagerness. The + ancient clan-feeling is good in this, that it opens a channel whose very + existence is a justification for the flow of simply human feelings along + all possible levels of social position. And I would there were more of it. + Only something better is coming instead of it—a recognition of the + infinite brotherhood in Christ. All other relations, all attempts by + churches, by associations, by secret societies—of Freemasons and + others, are good merely as they tend to destroy themselves in the wider + truth; as they teach men to be dissatisfied with their limitations. But I + wander; for I mentioned Lady Janet now, merely to account for some of the + information I possess concerning Lady Georgina Betterton. + </p> + <p> + I met her once at my so-called cousin's, whom she patronized as a dear old + thing. To my mind, she was worth twenty of her, though she was wrinkled + and Scottishly sententious. 'A sweet old bat,' was another epithet of Lady + Georgina's. But she came to see her, notwithstanding, and did not refuse + to share in her nice little dinners, and least of all, when Falconer was + of the party, who had been so much taken with Lady Janet's behaviour to + the Marquis of Boarshead, just recorded, that he positively cultivated her + acquaintance thereafter. + </p> + <p> + Lady Georgina was of an old family—an aged family, indeed; so old, + in fact, that some envious people professed to think it decrepit with age. + This, however, may well be questioned if any argument bearing on the point + may be drawn from the person of Lady Georgina. She was at least as tall as + Mary St. John, and very handsome—only with somewhat masculine + features and expression. She had very sloping shoulders and a long neck, + which took its finest curves when she was talking to inferiors: + condescension was her forte. Of the admiration of the men, she had had + more than enough, although either they were afraid to go farther, or she + was hard to please. + </p> + <p> + She had never contemplated anything admirable long enough to comprehend + it; she had never looked up to man or woman with anything like reverence; + she saw too quickly and too keenly into the foibles of all who came near + her to care to look farther for their virtues. If she had ever been + humbled, and thence taught to look up, she might by this time have been a + grand woman, worthy of a great man's worship. She patronized Miss St. + John, considerably to her amusement, and nothing to her indignation. Of + course she could not understand her. She had a vague notion of how she + spent her time; and believing a certain amount of fanaticism essential to + religion, wondered how so sensible and ladylike a person as Miss St. John + could go in for it. + </p> + <p> + Meeting Falconer at Lady Janet's, she was taken with him. Possibly she + recognized in him a strength that would have made him her master, if he + had cared for such a distinction; but nothing she could say attracted more + than a passing attention on his part. Falconer was out of her sphere, and + her influences were powerless to reach him. + </p> + <p> + At length she began to have a glimmering of the relation of labour between + Miss St. John and him, and applied to the former for some enlightenment. + But Miss St. John was far from explicit, for she had no desire for such + assistance as Lady Georgina's. What motives next led her to seek the + interview I am now about to record, I cannot satisfactorily explain, but I + will hazard a conjecture or two, although I doubt if she understood them + thoroughly herself. + </p> + <p> + She was, if not blasée, at least ennuyée, and began to miss excitement, + and feel blindly about her for something to make life interesting. She was + gifted with far more capacity than had ever been exercised, and was of a + large enough nature to have grown sooner weary of trifles than most women + of her class. She might have been an artist, but she drew like a young + lady; she might have been a prophetess, and Byron was her greatest poet. + It is no wonder that she wanted something she had not got. + </p> + <p> + Since she had been foiled in her attempt on Miss St. John, which she + attributed to jealousy, she had, in quite another circle, heard strange, + wonderful, even romantic stories about Falconer and his doings among the + poor. A new world seemed to open before her longing gaze—a world, or + a calenture, a mirage? for would she cross the 'wandering fields of barren + foam,' to reach the green grass that did wave on the far shore? the + dewless desert to reach the fair water that did lie leagues beyond its + pictured sweetness? But I think, mingled with whatever motives she may + have had, there must have been some desire to be a nobler, that is a more + useful woman than she had been. + </p> + <p> + She had not any superabundance of feminine delicacy, though she had plenty + of good-breeding, and she trusted to her position in society to cover the + eccentricity of her present undertaking. + </p> + <p> + One morning after breakfast she called upon Falconer; and accustomed to + visits from all sorts of people, Mrs. Ashton showed her into his + sitting-room without even asking her name. She found him at his piano, + apologized, in her fashionable drawl, for interrupting his music, and + accepted his offer of a chair without a shade of embarrassment. Falconer + seated himself and sat waiting. + </p> + <p> + 'I fear the step I have taken will appear strange to you, Mr. Falconer. + Indeed it appears strange to myself. I am afraid it may appear stranger + still.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is easy for me to leave all judgment in the matter to yourself, Miss—I + beg your pardon; I know we have met; but for the moment I cannot recall + your name.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lady Georgina Betterton,' drawled the visitor carelessly, hiding whatever + annoyance she may have felt. + </p> + <p> + Falconer bowed. Lady Georgina resumed. + </p> + <p> + 'Of course it only affects myself; and I am willing to take the risk, + notwithstanding the natural desire to stand well in the opinion of any one + with whom even my boldness could venture such a step.' + </p> + <p> + A smile, intended to be playful, covered the retreat of the sentence. + Falconer bowed again. Lady Georgina had yet again to resume. + </p> + <p> + 'From the little I have seen, and the much I have heard of you—excuse + me, Mr. Falconer—I cannot help thinking that you know more of the + secret of life than other people—if indeed it has any secret.' + </p> + <p> + 'Life certainly is no burden to me,' returned Falconer. 'If that implies + the possession of any secret which is not common property, I fear it also + involves a natural doubt whether such secret be communicable.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course I mean only some secret everybody ought to know.' + </p> + <p> + 'I do not misunderstand you.' + </p> + <p> + 'I want to live. You know the world, Mr. Falconer. I need not tell you + what kind of life a girl like myself leads. I am not old, but the gilding + is worn off. Life looks bare, ugly, uninteresting. I ask you to tell me + whether there is any reality in it or not; whether its past glow was only + gilt; whether the best that can be done is to get through with it as fast + as possible?' + </p> + <p> + 'Surely your ladyship must know some persons whose very countenances prove + that they have found a reality at the heart of life.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. But none whose judgment I could trust. I cannot tell how soon they + may find reason to change their minds on the subject. Their satisfaction + may only be that they have not tried to rub the varnish off the gilding so + much as I, and therefore the gilding itself still shines a little in their + eyes.' + </p> + <p> + 'If it be only gilding, it is better it should be rubbed off.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I am unwilling to think it is. I am not willing to sign a bond of + farewell to hope. Life seemed good once. It is bad enough that it seems + such no longer, without consenting that it must and shall be so. Allow me + to add, for my own sake, that I speak from the bitterness of no chagrin. I + have had all I ever cared—or condescended to wish for. I never had + anything worth the name of a disappointment in my life.' + </p> + <p> + 'I cannot congratulate you upon that,' said Falconer, seriously. 'But if + there be a truth or a heart in life, assurance of the fact can only spring + from harmony with that truth. It is not to be known save by absolute + contact with it; and the sole guide in the direction of it must be duty: I + can imagine no other possible conductor. We must do before we can know.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, yes,' replied Lady Georgina, hastily, in a tone that implied, 'Of + course, of course: we know all about that.' But aware at once, with the + fine instinct belonging to her mental organization, that she was thus + shutting the door against all further communication, she added instantly: + 'But what is one's duty? There is the question.' + </p> + <p> + 'The thing that lies next you, of course. You are, and must remain, the + sole judge of that. Another cannot help you.' + </p> + <p> + 'But that is just what I do not know.' + </p> + <p> + I interrupt Lady Georgina to remark—for I too have been a pupil of + Falconer—that I believe she must have suspected what her duty was, + and would not look firmly at her own suspicion. She added: + </p> + <p> + 'I want direction.' + </p> + <p> + But the same moment she proceeded to indicate the direction in which she + wanted to be directed; for she went on: + </p> + <p> + 'You know that now-a-days there are so many modes in which to employ one's + time and money that one does not know which to choose. The lower strata of + society, you know, Mr. Falconer—so many channels! I want the advice + of a man of experience, as to the best investment, if I may use the + expression: I do not mean of money only, but of time as well.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am not fitted to give advice in such a matter.' + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Falconer!' + </p> + <p> + 'I assure you I am not. I subscribe to no society myself—not one.' + </p> + <p> + 'Excuse me, but I can hardly believe the rumours I hear of you—people + will talk, you know—are all inventions. They say you are for ever + burrowing amongst the poor. Excuse the phrase.' + </p> + <p> + 'I excuse or accept it, whichever you please. Whatever I do, I am my own + steward.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then you are just the person to help me! I have a fortune, not very + limited, at my own disposal: a gentleman who is his own steward, would + find his labours merely facilitated by administering for another as well—such + labours, I mean.' + </p> + <p> + 'I must beg to be excused, Lady Georgina. I am accountable only for my + own, and of that I have quite as much as I can properly manage. It is far + more difficult to use money for others than to spend it for yourself.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah!' said Lady Georgina, thoughtfully, and cast an involuntary glance + round the untidy room, with its horse-hair furniture, its ragged array of + books on the wall, its side-table littered with pamphlets he never read, + with papers he never printed, with pipes he smoked by chance turns. He saw + the glance and understood it. + </p> + <p> + 'I am accustomed,' he said, 'to be in such sad places for human beings to + live in, that I sometimes think even this dingy old room an absolute + palace of comfort.—But,' he added, checking himself, as it were, 'I + do not see in the least how your proposal would facilitate an answer to + your question.' + </p> + <p> + 'You seem hardly inclined to do me justice,' said Lady Georgina, with, for + the first time, a perceptible, though slight shadow crossing the disc of + her resolution. 'I only meant it,' she went on, 'as a step towards a + further proposal, which I think you will allow looks at least in the + direction you have been indicating.' + </p> + <p> + She paused. + </p> + <p> + 'May I beg of you to state the proposal?' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + But Lady Georgina was apparently in some little difficulty as to the + proper form in which to express her object. At last it appeared in the + cloak of a question. + </p> + <p> + 'Do you require no assistance in your efforts for the elevation of the + lower classes?' she asked. + </p> + <p> + 'I don't make any such efforts,' said Falconer. + </p> + <p> + Some of my lady-readers will probably be remarking to themselves, 'How + disagreeable of him! I can't endure the man.' If they knew how Falconer + had to beware of the forwardness and annoyance of well-meaning women, they + would not dislike him so much. But Falconer could be indifferent to much + dislike, and therein I know some men that envy him. + </p> + <p> + When he saw, however, that Lady Georgina was trying to swallow a lump in + her throat, he hastened to add, + </p> + <p> + 'I have only relations with individuals—none with classes.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Georgina gathered her failing courage. 'Then there is the more hope + for me,' she said. 'Surely there are things a woman might be useful in + that a man cannot do so well—especially if she would do as she was + told, Mr. Falconer?' + </p> + <p> + He looked at her, inquiring of her whole person what numen abode in the + fane. She misunderstood the look. + </p> + <p> + 'I could dress very differently, you know. I will be a sister of charity, + if you like.' + </p> + <p> + 'And wear a uniform?—as if the god of another world wanted to make + proselytes or traitors in this! No, Lady Georgina, it was not of a dress + so easily altered that I was thinking; it was of the habit, the dress of + mind, of thought, of feeling. When you laid aside your beautiful dress, + could you avoid putting on the garment of condescension, the most + unchristian virtue attributed to Deity or saint? Could you—I must be + plain with you, Lady Georgina, for this has nothing to do with the forms + of so-called society—could your temper endure the mortifications of + low opposition and misrepresentation of motive and end—which, avoid + intrusion as you might, would yet force themselves on your perception? + Could you be rudely, impudently thwarted by the very persons for whom you + were spending your strength and means, and show no resentment? Could you + make allowances for them as for your own brothers and sisters, your own + children?' + </p> + <p> + Lady Georgina was silent. + </p> + <p> + 'I shall seem to glorify myself, but at that risk I must put the reality + before you.—Could you endure the ugliness both moral and physical + which you must meet at every turn? Could you look upon loathsomeness, not + merely without turning away in disgust, and thus wounding the very heart + you would heal, but without losing your belief in the Fatherhood of God, + by losing your faith in the actual blood-relationship to yourself of these + wretched beings? Could you believe in the immortal essence hidden under + all this garbage—God at the root of it all? How would the delicate + senses you probably inherit receive the intrusions from which they could + not protect themselves? Would you be in no danger of finding personal + refuge in the horrid fancy, that these are but the slimy borders of + humanity where it slides into, and is one with bestiality? I could show + you one fearful baboon-like woman, whose very face makes my nerves + shudder: could you believe that woman might one day become a lady, + beautiful as yourself, and therefore minister to her? Would you not be + tempted, for the sake of your own comfort, if not for the pride of your + own humanity, to believe that, like untimely blossoms, these must fall + from off the boughs of the tree of life, and come to nothing at all—a + theory that may do for the preacher, but will not do for the worker: him + it would paralyze?—or, still worse, infinitely worse, that they were + doomed, from their birth, to endless ages of a damnation, filthy as that + in which you now found them, and must probably leave them? If you could + come to this, you had better withhold your hand; for no desire for the + betterment of the masses, as they are stupidly called, can make up for a + lack of faith in the individual. If you cannot hope for them in your + heart, your hands cannot reach them to do them good. They will only hurt + them.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Georgina was still silent. Falconer's eloquence had perhaps made her + ashamed. + </p> + <p> + 'I want you to sit down and count the cost, before you do any mischief by + beginning what you are unfit for. Last week I was compelled more than once + to leave the house where my duty led me, and to sit down upon a stone in + the street, so ill that I was in danger of being led away as intoxicated, + only the policeman happened to know me. Twice I went back to the room I + had left, crowded with human animals, and one of them at least dying. It + was all I could do, and I have tolerable nerve and tolerable experience.' + </p> + <p> + A mist was gathering over Lady Georgina's eyes. She confessed it + afterwards to Miss St. John. And through the mist he looked larger than + human. + </p> + <p> + 'And then the time you must spend before you can lay hold upon them at + all, that is with the personal relation which alone is of any real + influence! Our Saviour himself had to be thirty years in the world before + he had footing enough in it to justify him in beginning to teach publicly: + he had been laying the needful foundations all the time. Not under any + circumstances could I consent to make use of you before you had brought + yourself into genuine relations with some of them first.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you count societies, then, of no use whatever?' Lady Georgina asked, + more to break the awkwardness of her prolonged silence than for any other + reason. + </p> + <p> + 'In as far as any of the persons they employ fulfil the conditions of + which I have spoken, they are useful—that is, just in as far as they + come into genuine human relations with those whom they would help. In as + far as their servants are incapable of this, the societies are hurtful. + The chief good which societies might effect would be the procuring of + simple justice for the poor. That is what they need at the hands of the + nation, and what they do not receive. But though few can have the + knowledge of the poor I have, many could do something, if they would only + set about it simply, and not be too anxious to convert them; if they would + only be their friends after a common-sense fashion. I know, say, a hundred + wretched men and women far better than a man in general knows him with + whom he claims an ordinary intimacy. I know many more by sight whose names + in the natural course of events I shall probably know soon. I know many of + their relations to each other, and they talk about each other to me as if + I were one of themselves, which I hope in God I am. I have been amongst + them a good many years now, and shall probably spend my life amongst them. + When I went first, I was repeatedly robbed; now I should hardly fear to + carry another man's property. Two years ago I had my purse taken, but next + morning it was returned, I do not know by whom: in fact it was put into my + pocket again—every coin, as far as I could judge, as it left me. I + seldom pretend to teach them—only now and then drop a word of + advice. But possibly, before I die, I may speak to them in public. At + present I avoid all attempt at organization of any sort, and as far as I + see, am likely of all things to avoid it. What I want is first to be their + friend, and then to be at length recognized as such. It is only in rare + cases that I seek the acquaintance of any of them: I let it come + naturally. I bide my time. Almost never do I offer assistance. I wait till + they ask it, and then often refuse the sort they want. The worst thing you + can do for them is to attempt to save them from the natural consequences + of wrong: you may sometimes help them out of them. But it is right to do + many things for them when you know them, which it would not be right to do + for them until you know them. I am amongst them; they know me; their + children know me; and something is always occurring that makes this or + that one come to me. Once I have a footing, I seldom lose it. So you see, + in this my labour I am content to do the thing that lies next me. I wait + events. You have had no training, no blundering to fit you for such work. + There are many other modes of being useful; but none in which I could + undertake to direct you. I am not in the habit of talking so much about my + ways—but that is of no consequence. I think I am right in doing so + in this instance.' + </p> + <p> + 'I cannot misunderstand you,' faltered Lady Georgina. + </p> + <p> + Falconer was silent. Without looking up from the floor on which her eyes + had rested all the time he spoke, Lady Georgina said at last, + </p> + <p> + 'Then what is my next duty? What is the thing that lies nearest to me?' + </p> + <p> + 'That, I repeat, belongs to your every-day history. No one can answer that + question but yourself. Your next duty is just to determine what your next + duty is.—Is there nothing you neglect? Is there nothing you know you + ought not to do?—You would know your duty, if you thought in earnest + about it, and were not ambitious of great things.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah then,' responded Lady Georgina, with an abandoning sigh, 'I suppose it + is something very commonplace, which will make life more dreary than ever. + That cannot help me.' + </p> + <p> + 'It will, if it be as dreary as reading the newspapers to an old deaf + aunt. It will soon lead you to something more. Your duty will begin to + comfort you at once, but will at length open the unknown fountain of life + in your heart.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Georgina lifted up her head in despair, looked at Falconer through + eyes full of tears, and said vehemently, + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Falconer, you can have no conception how wretched a life like mine + is. And the futility of everything is embittered by the consciousness that + it is from no superiority to such things that I do not care for them.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is from superiority to such things that you do not care for them. You + were not made for such things. They cannot fill your heart. It has whole + regions with which they have no relation.' + </p> + <p> + 'The very thought of music makes me feel ill. I used to be passionately + fond of it.' + </p> + <p> + 'I presume you got so far in it that you asked, “Is there nothing more?” + Concluding there was nothing more, and yet needing more, you turned from + it with disappointment?' + </p> + <p> + 'It is the same,' she went on hurriedly, 'with painting, modelling, + reading—whatever I have tried. I am sick of them all. They do + nothing for me.' + </p> + <p> + 'How can you enjoy music, Lady Georgina, if you are not in harmony with + the heart and source of music?' + </p> + <p> + 'How do you mean?' + </p> + <p> + 'Until the human heart knows the divine heart, it must sigh and complain + like a petulant child, who flings his toys from him because his mother is + not at home. When his mother comes back to him he finds his toys are good + still. When we find Him in our own hearts, we shall find him in + everything, and music will be deep enough then, Lady Georgina. It is this + that the Brahmin and the Platonist seek; it is this that the mystic and + the anchorite sigh for; towards this the teaching of the greatest of men + would lead us: Lord Bacon himself says, “Nothing can fill, much less + extend the soul of man, but God, and the contemplation of God.” It is Life + you want. If you will look in your New Testament, and find out all that + our Lord says about Life, you will find the only cure for your malady. I + know what such talk looks like; but depend upon it, what I am talking + about is something very different from what you fancy it. Anyhow to this + you must come, one day or other.' + </p> + <p> + 'But how am I to gain this indescribable good, which so many seek, and so + few find?' + </p> + <p> + 'Those are not my words,' said Falconer emphatically. 'I should have said—“which + so few yet seek; but so many shall at length find.”' + </p> + <p> + 'Do not quarrel with my foolish words, but tell me how I am to find it; + for I suppose there must be something in what so many good people assert.' + </p> + <p> + 'You thought I could give you help?' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. That is why I came to you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Just so. I cannot give you help. Go and ask it of one who can.' + </p> + <p> + 'Speak more plainly.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well then: if there be a God, he must hear you if you call to him. If + there be a father, he will listen to his child. He will teach you + everything.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I don't know what I want.' + </p> + <p> + 'He does: ask him to tell you what you want. It all comes back to the old + story: “If ye then being evil, know how to give good gifts to your + children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the holy Spirit to + them that ask him!” But I wish you would read your New Testament—the + Gospels I mean: you are not in the least fit to understand the Epistles + yet. Read the story of our Saviour as if you had never read it before. He + at least was a man who seemed to have that secret of life after the + knowledge of which your heart is longing.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Georgina rose. Her eyes were again full of tears. Falconer too was + moved. She held out her hand to him, and without another word left the + room. She never came there again. + </p> + <p> + Her manner towards Falconer was thereafter much altered. People said she + was in love with him: if she was, it did her no harm. Her whole character + certainly was changed. She sought the friendship of Miss St. John, who + came at length to like her so much, that she took her with her in some of + her walks among the poor. By degrees she began to do something herself + after a quiet modest fashion. But within a few years, probably while so + engaged, she caught a fever from which she did not recover. It was not + till after her death that Falconer told any one of the interview he had + had with her. And by that time I had the honour of being very intimate + with him. When she knew that she was dying, she sent for him. Mary St. + John was with her. She left them together. When he came out, he was + weeping. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0061"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. THE SUICIDE. + </h2> + <p> + Falconer lived on and laboured on in London. Wherever he found a man + fitted for the work, he placed him in such office as De Fleuri already + occupied. At the same time he went more into society, and gained the + friendship of many influential people. Besides the use he made of this to + carry out plans for individual rescue, it enabled him to bestir himself + for the first and chief good which he believed it was in the power of the + government to effect for the class amongst which he laboured. As I have + shown, he did not believe in any positive good being effected save through + individual contact—through faith, in a word—faith in the human + helper—which might become a stepping-stone through the chaotic + misery towards faith in the Lord and in his Father. All that association + could do, as such, was only, in his judgment, to remove obstructions from + the way of individual growth and education—to put better conditions + within reach—first of all, to provide that the people should be + able, if they would, to live decently. He had no notion of domestic + inspection, or of offering prizes for cleanliness and order. He knew that + misery and wretchedness are the right and best condition of those who live + so that misery and wretchedness are the natural consequences of their + life. But there ought always to be the possibility of emerging from these; + and as things were, over the whole country, for many who would if they + could, it was impossible to breathe fresh air, to be clean, to live like + human beings. And he saw this difficulty ever on the increase, through the + rapacity of the holders of small house-property, and the utter wickedness + of railway companies, who pulled down every house that stood in their way, + and did nothing to provide room for those who were thus ejected—most + probably from a wretched place, but only, to be driven into a more + wretched still. To provide suitable dwellings for the poor he considered + the most pressing of all necessary reforms. His own fortune was not + sufficient for doing much in this way, but he set about doing what he + could by purchasing houses in which the poor lived, and putting them into + the hands of persons whom he could trust, and who were immediately + responsible to him for their proceedings: they had to make them fit for + human abodes, and let them to those who desired better accommodation, + giving the preference to those already tenants, so long as they paid their + reasonable rent, which he considered far more necessary for them to do + than for him to have done. + </p> + <p> + One day he met by appointment the owner of a small block, of which he + contemplated the purchase. They were in a dreadfully dilapidated + condition, a shame that belonged more to the owner than the inhabitants. + The man wanted to sell the houses, or at least was willing to sell them, + but put an exorbitant price upon them. Falconer expostulated. + </p> + <p> + 'I know the whole of the rent these houses could bring you in,' he said, + 'without making any deduction for vacancies and defalcations: what you ask + is twice as much as they would fetch if the full rent were certain.' + </p> + <p> + The poor wretch looked up at him with the leer of a ghoul. He was dressed + like a broken-down clergyman, in rusty black, with a neck-cloth of + whitey-brown. + </p> + <p> + 'I admit it,' he said in good English, and a rather educated tone. 'Your + arguments are indisputable. I confess besides that so far short does the + yield come of the amount on paper, that it would pay me to give them away. + But it's the funerals, sir, that make it worth my while. I'm an + undertaker, as you may judge from my costume. I count back-rent in the + burying. People may cheat their landlord, but they can't cheat the + undertaker. They must be buried. That's the one indispensable—ain't + it, sir?' + </p> + <p> + Falconer had let him run on that he might have the measure of him. Now he + was prepared with his reply. + </p> + <p> + 'You've told me your profession,' he said: 'I'll tell you mine. I am a + lawyer. If you don't let me have those houses for five hundred, which is + the full market value, I'll prosecute you. It'll take a good penny from + the profits of your coffins to put those houses in a state to satisfy the + inspector.' + </p> + <p> + The wretched creature was struck dumb. Falconer resumed. + </p> + <p> + 'You're the sort of man that ought to be kept to your pound of filthy + flesh. I know what I say; and I'll do it. The law costs me nothing. You + won't find it so.' + </p> + <p> + The undertaker sold the houses, and no longer in that quarter killed the + people he wanted to bury. + </p> + <p> + I give this as a specimen of the kind of thing Falconer did. But he took + none of the business part in his own hands, on the same principle on which + Paul the Apostle said it was unmeet for him to leave the preaching of the + word in order to serve tables—not that the thing was beneath him, + but that it was not his work so long as he could be doing more important + service still. + </p> + <p> + De Fleuri was one of his chief supports. The whole nature of the man + mellowed under the sun of Falconer, and over the work that Falconer gave + him to do. His daughter recovered, and devoted herself to the same labour + that had rescued her. Miss St. John was her superior. By degrees, without + any laws or regulations, a little company was gathered, not of ladies and + gentlemen, but of men and women, who aided each other, and without once + meeting as a whole, laboured not the less as one body in the work of the + Lord, bound in one by bonds that had nothing to do with cobweb committee + meetings or public dinners, chairmen or wine-flushed subscriptions. They + worked like the leaven of which the Lord spoke. + </p> + <p> + But De Fleuri, like almost every one in the community I believe, had his + own private schemes subserving the general good. He knew the best men of + his own class and his own trade, and with them his superior intellectual + gifts gave him influence. To them he told the story of Falconer's + behaviour to him, of Falconer's own need, and of his hungry-hearted + search. An enthusiasm of help seized upon the men. To aid your superior is + such a rousing gladness!—Was anything of this in St. Paul's mind + when he spoke of our being fellow-workers with God? I only put the + question.—Each one of these had his own trustworthy acquaintances, + or neighbours, rather—for like finds out like all the world through, + as well as over—and to them he told the story of Falconer and his + father, so that in all that region of London it became known that the man + who loved the poor was himself needy, and looked to the poor for their + help. Without them he could not be made perfect. + </p> + <p> + Some of my readers may be inclined to say that it was dishonourable in + Falconer to have occasioned the publishing of his father's disgrace. Such + may recall to their minds that concealment is no law of the universe; + that, on the contrary, the Lord of the Universe said once: 'There is + nothing covered that shall not be revealed.' Was the disgrace of Andrew + Falconer greater because a thousand men knew it, instead of forty, who + could not help knowing it? Hope lies in light and knowledge. Andrew would + be none the worse that honest men knew of his vice: they would be the + first to honour him if he should overcome it. If he would not—the + disgrace was just, and would fall upon his son only in sorrow, not in + dishonour. The grace of God—the making of humanity by his beautiful + hand—no, heart—is such, that disgrace clings to no man after + repentance, any more than the feet defiled with the mud of the world come + yet defiled from the bath. Even the things that proceed out of the man, + and do terribly defile him, can be cast off like the pollution of the + leper by a grace that goes deeper than they; and the man who says, 'I have + sinned: I will sin no more,' is even by the voice of his brothers crowned + as a conqueror, and by their hearts loved as one who has suffered and + overcome. Blessing on the God-born human heart! Let the hounds of God, not + of Satan, loose upon sin;—God only can rule the dogs of the devil;—let + them hunt it to the earth; let them drag forth the demoniac to the feet of + the Man who loved the people while he let the devil take their swine; and + do not talk about disgrace from a thing being known when the disgrace is + that the thing should exist. + </p> + <p> + One night I was returning home from some poor attempts of my own. I had + now been a pupil of Falconer for a considerable time, but having my own + livelihood to make, I could not do so much as I would. + </p> + <p> + It was late, nearly twelve o'clock, as I passed through the region of + Seven Dials. Here and there stood three or four brutal-looking men, and + now and then a squalid woman with a starveling baby in her arms, in the + light of the gin-shops. The babies were the saddest to see—nursery-plants + already in training for the places these men and women now held, then to + fill a pauper's grave, or perhaps a perpetual cell—say rather, for + the awful spaces of silence, where the railway director can no longer be + guilty of a worse sin than house-breaking, and his miserable brother will + have no need of the shelter of which he deprived him. Now and then a + flaunting woman wavered past—a night-shade, as our old dramatists + would have called her. I could hardly keep down an evil disgust that would + have conquered my pity, when a scanty white dress would stop beneath a + lamp, and the gay dirty bonnet, turning round, reveal a painted face, from + which shone little more than an animal intelligence, not brightened by the + gin she had been drinking. Vague noises of strife and of drunken wrath + flitted around me as I passed an alley, or an opening door let out its + evil secret. Once I thought I heard the dull thud of a blow on the head. + The noisome vapours were fit for any of Swedenborg's hells. There were few + sounds, but the very quiet seemed infernal. The night was hot and sultry. + A skinned cat, possibly still alive, fell on the street before me. Under + one of the gas-lamps lay something long: it was a tress of dark hair, torn + perhaps from some woman's head: she had beautiful hair at least. Once I + heard the cry of murder, but where, in that chaos of humanity, right or + left, before or behind me, I could not even guess. Home to such regions, + from gorgeous stage-scenery and dresses, from splendid, mirror-beladen + casinos, from singing-halls, and places of private and prolonged revelry, + trail the daughters of men at all hours from midnight till morning. Next + day they drink hell-fire that they may forget. Sleep brings an hour or two + of oblivion, hardly of peace; but they must wake, worn and miserable, and + the waking brings no hope: their only known help lies in the gin-shop. + What can be done with them? But the secrets God keeps must be as good as + those he tells. + </p> + <p> + But no sights of the night ever affected me so much as walking through + this same St. Giles's on a summer Sunday morning, when church-goers were + in church. Oh! the faces that creep out into the sunshine then, and haunt + their doors! Some of them but skins drawn over skulls, living + Death's-heads, grotesque in their hideousness. + </p> + <p> + I was not very far from Falconer's abode. My mind was oppressed with sad + thoughts and a sense of helplessness. I began to wonder what Falconer + might at that moment be about. I had not seen him for a long time—a + whole fortnight. He might be at home: I would go and see, and if there + were light in his windows I would ring his bell. + </p> + <p> + I went. There was light in his windows. He opened the door himself, and + welcomed me. I went up with him, and we began to talk. I told him of my + sad thoughts, and my feelings of helplessness. + </p> + <p> + 'He that believeth shall not make haste,' he said. 'There is plenty of + time. You must not imagine that the result depends on you, or that a + single human soul can be lost because you may fail. The question, as far + as you are concerned, is, whether you are to be honoured in having a hand + in the work that God is doing, and will do, whether you help him or not. + Some will be honoured: shall it be me? And this honour gained excludes no + one: there is work, as there is bread in his house, enough and to spare. + It shows no faith in God to make frantic efforts or frantic lamentations. + Besides, we ought to teach ourselves to see, as much as we may, the good + that is in the condition of the poor.' + </p> + <p> + 'Teach me to see that, then,' I said. 'Show me something.' + </p> + <p> + 'The best thing is their kindness to each other. There is an absolute + divinity in their self-denial for those who are poorer than themselves. I + know one man and woman, married people, who pawned their very furniture + and wearing apparel to procure cod-liver oil for a girl dying in + consumption. She was not even a relative, only an acquaintance of former + years. They had found her destitute and taken her to their own poor home. + There are fathers and mothers who will work hard all the morning, and when + dinner-time comes “don't want any,” that there may be enough for their + children—or half enough, more likely. Children will take the bread + out of their own mouths to put in that of their sick brother, or to stick + in the fist of baby crying for a crust—giving only a queer little + helpless grin, half of hungry sympathy, half of pleasure, as they see it + disappear. The marvel to me is that the children turn out so well as they + do; but that applies to the children in all ranks of life. Have you ever + watched a group of poor children, half-a-dozen of them with babies in + their arms?' + </p> + <p> + 'I have, a little, and have seen such a strange mixture of carelessness + and devotion.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. I was once stopped in the street by a child of ten, with face + absolutely swollen with weeping, asking me to go and see baby who was very + ill. She had dropped him four times that morning, but had no idea that + could have done him any harm. The carelessness is ignorance. Their form of + it is not half so shocking as that of the mother who will tremble at the + slightest sign of suffering in her child, but will hear him lie against + his brother without the smallest discomfort. Ah! we shall all find, I + fear, some day, that we have differed from each other, where we have done + best, only in mode—perhaps not even in degree. A grinding tradesman + takes advantage of the over supply of labour to get his work done at + starvation prices: I owe him love, and have never thought of paying my + debt except in boundless indignation.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wish I had your faith and courage, Mr. Falconer,' I said. + </p> + <p> + 'You are in a fair way of having far more,' he returned. 'You are not so + old as I am, by a long way. But I fear you are getting out of spirits. Is + to-morrow a hard day with you?' + </p> + <p> + 'I have next to nothing to do to-morrow.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then will you come to me in the evening? We will go out together.' + </p> + <p> + Of course I was only too glad to accept the proposal. But our talk did not + end here. The morning began to shine before I rose to leave him; and + before I reached my abode it was broad daylight. But what a different + heart I carried within me! And what a different London it was outside of + me! The scent of the hayfields came on the hardly-moving air. It was a + strange morning—a new day of unknown history—in whose young + light the very streets were transformed, looking clear and clean, and + wondrously transparent in perspective, with unknown shadows lying in + unexpected nooks, with projection and recess, line and bend, as I had + never seen them before. The light was coming as if for the first time + since the city sprang into being—as if a thousand years had rolled + over it in darkness and lamplight, and now, now, after the prayers and + longings of ages, the sun of God was ascending the awful east, and the + spirit-voice had gone forth: 'Arise, shine, for thy light is come.' + </p> + <p> + It was a well-behaved, proper London through which I walked home. Here and + there, it is true, a debauched-looking man, with pale face, and red sleepy + eyes, or a weary, withered girl, like a half-moon in the daylight, + straggled somewhither. But they looked strange to the London of the + morning. They were not of it. Alas for those who creep to their dens, like + the wild beasts when the sun arises, because the light has shaken them out + of the world. All the horrid phantasms of the Valley of the Shadow of + Death that had risen from the pit with the vaporous night had sunk to + escape the arrows of the sun, once more into its bottomless depth. If any + horrid deed was doing now, how much more horrid in the awful still light + of this first hour of a summer morn! How many evil passions now lay sunk + under the holy waves of sleep! How many heartaches were gnawing only in + dreams, to wake with the brain, and gnaw in earnest again! And over all + brooded the love of the Lord Christ, who is Lord over all blessed for + ever, and shall yet cast death and hell into the lake of fire—the + holy purifying Fate. + </p> + <p> + I got through my sole engagement—a very dreary one, for surely never + were there stupider young people in the whole region of rank than those to + whom duty and necessity sent me on the Wednesday mornings of that London + season—even with some enjoyment. For the lessons Falconer had been + giving me clung to me and grew on me until I said thus to myself: 'Am I to + believe only for the poor, and not for the rich? Am I not to bear with + conceit even, hard as it is to teach? for is not this conceit itself the + measure as the consequence of incapacity and ignorance? They cannot help + being born stupid, any more than some of those children in St. Giles's can + help being born preternaturally, unhealthily clever. I am going with my + friend this evening: that hope is enough to make me strong for one day at + least.' So I set myself to my task, and that morning wiled the first gleam + of intelligent delight out of the eyes of one poor little washed-out + ladyship. I could have kissed her from positive thankfulness. + </p> + <p> + The day did wear over. The evening did come. I was with my friend—for + friend I could call him none the less and all the more that I worshipped + him. + </p> + <p> + 'I have business in Westminster,' he said, 'and then on the other side of + the water.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am more and more astonished at your knowledge of London, Mr. Falconer,' + I said. 'You must have a great faculty for places.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think rather the contrary,' he answered. 'But there is no end to the + growth of a faculty, if one only uses it—especially when his whole + nature is interested in its efficiency, and makes demands upon it. The + will applies to the intellect; the intellect communicates its necessities + to the brain; the brain bestirs itself, and grows more active; the eyes + lend their aid; the memory tries not to be behind; and at length you have + a man gifted in localities.' + </p> + <p> + 'How is it that people generally can live in such quiet ignorance of the + regions that surround them, and the kind of humanity so near them?' I said + after a pause. + </p> + <p> + 'It does seem strange. It is as if a man should not know who were in his + own house. Would-be civilization has for the very centre of its citadel, + for the citizens of its innermost city, for the heart around which the gay + and fashionable, the learned, the artistic, the virtuous, the religious + are gathered, a people some of whom are barbarous, some cruel, many + miserable, many unhappy, save for brief moments not of hope, but of + defiance, distilled in the alembic of the brain from gin: what better life + could steam up from such a Phlegethon! Look there: “Cream of the Valley!” + As if the mocking serpent must with sweet words of Paradise deepen the + horrors of the hellish compound, to which so many of our brothers and + sisters made in the image of God, fly as to their only Saviour from the + misery of feeling alive.' + </p> + <p> + 'How is it that the civilized people of London do not make a simultaneous + inroad upon the haunts of the demons and drive them out?' + </p> + <p> + 'It is a mercy they do not. They would only do infinite mischief. The best + notion civilization seems to have is—not to drive out the demons, + but to drive out the possessed; to take from them the poor refuges they + have, and crowd them into deeper and more fetid hells—to make room + for what?—more and more temples in which Mammon may be worshipped. + The good people on the other hand invade them with foolish tracts, that + lie against God; or give their money to build churches, where there is as + yet no people that will go to them. Why, the other day, a young clergyman + bored me, and would have been boring me till now, I think, if I would have + let him, to part with a block of my houses, where I know every man, woman, + and child, and keep them in comparative comfort and cleanliness and + decency, to say no more, that he might pull them down and build a church + upon the site—not quite five minutes' walk from the church where he + now officiates.' + </p> + <p> + It was a blowing, moon-lit night. The gaslights flickered and wavered in + the gusts of wind. It was cold, very cold for the season. Even Falconer + buttoned his coat over his chest. He got a few paces in advance of me + sometimes, when I saw him towering black and tall and somewhat gaunt, like + a walking shadow. The wind increased in violence. It was a north-easter, + laden with dust, and a sense of frozen Siberian steppes. We had to stoop + and head it at the corners of streets. Not many people were out, and those + who were, seemed to be hurrying home. A few little provision-shops, and a + few inferior butchers' stalls were still open. Their great jets of gas, + which looked as if they must poison the meat, were flaming fierce and + horizontal, roaring like fiery flags, and anon dying into a blue hiss. + Discordant singing, more like the howling of wild beasts, came from the + corner houses, which blazed like the gates of hell. Their doors were ever + on the swing, and the hot odours of death rushed out, and the cold blast + of life rushed in. We paused a little before one of them—over the + door, upon the sign, was in very deed the name Death. There were ragged + women within who took their half-dead babies from their bare, cold, + cheerless bosoms, and gave them of the poison of which they themselves + drank renewed despair in the name of comfort. They say that most of the + gin consumed in London is drunk by women. And the little clay-coloured + baby-faces made a grimace or two, and sank to sleep on the thin tawny + breasts of the mothers, who having gathered courage from the essence of + despair, faced the scowling night once more, and with bare necks and + hopeless hearts went—whither? Where do they all go when the + gin-hells close their yawning jaws? Where do they lie down at night? They + vanish like unlawfully risen corpses in the graves of cellars and garrets, + in the charnel-vaults of pestiferously-crowded lodging-houses, in the + prisons of police-stations, under dry arches, within hoardings; or they + make vain attempts to rest the night out upon door-steps or curbstones. + All their life long man denies them the one right in the soil which yet is + so much theirs, that once that life is over, he can no longer deny it—the + right of room to lie down. Space itself is not allowed to be theirs by any + right of existence: the voice of the night-guardian commanding them to + move on, is as the howling of a death-hound hunting them out of the air + into their graves. + </p> + <p> + In St. James's we came upon a group around the gates of a great house. + Visitors were coming and going, and it was a show to be had for nothing by + those who had nothing to pay. Oh! the children with clothes too ragged to + hold pockets for their chilled hands, that stared at the childless duchess + descending from her lordly carriage! Oh! the wan faces, once lovely as + theirs, it may be, that gazed meagre and pinched and hungry on the young + maidens in rose-colour and blue, tripping lightly through the avenue of + their eager eyes—not yet too envious of unattainable felicity to + gaze with admiring sympathy on those who seemed to them the angels, the + goddesses of their kind. 'O God!' I thought, but dared not speak, 'and + thou couldst make all these girls so lovely! Thou couldst give them all + the gracious garments of rose and blue and white if thou wouldst! Why + should these not be like those? They are hungry even, and wan and torn. + These too are thy children. There is wealth enough in thy mines and in thy + green fields, room enough in thy starry spaces, O God!' But a voice—the + echo of Falconer's teaching, awoke in my heart—'Because I would have + these more blessed than those, and those more blessed with them, for they + are all my children.' + </p> + <p> + By the Mall we came into Whitehall, and so to Westminster Bridge. Falconer + had changed his mind, and would cross at once. The present bridge was not + then finished, and the old bridge alongside of it was still in use for + pedestrians. We went upon it to reach the other side. Its centre rose high + above the other, for the line of the new bridge ran like a chord across + the arc of the old. Through chance gaps in the boarding between, we looked + down on the new portion which was as yet used by carriages alone. The moon + had, throughout the evening, alternately shone in brilliance from amidst a + lake of blue sky, and been overwhelmed in billowy heaps of wind-tormented + clouds. As we stood on the apex of the bridge, looking at the night, the + dark river, and the mass of human effort about us, the clouds gathered and + closed and tumbled upon her in crowded layers. The wind howled through the + arches beneath, swept along the boarded fences, and whistled in their + holes. The gas-lights blew hither and thither, and were perplexed to live + at all. + </p> + <p> + We were standing at a spot where some shorter pieces had been used in the + hoarding; and, although I could not see over them, Falconer, whose head + rose more than half a foot above mine, was looking on the other bridge + below. Suddenly he grasped the top with his great hands, and his huge + frame was over it in an instant. I was on the top of the hoarding the same + moment, and saw him prostrate some twelve feet below. He was up the next + instant, and running with huge paces diagonally towards the Surrey side. + He had seen the figure of a woman come flying along from the Westminster + side, without bonnet or shawl. When she came under the spot where we + stood, she had turned across at an obtuse angle towards the other side of + the bridge, and Falconer, convinced that she meant to throw herself into + the river, went over as I have related. She had all but scrambled over the + fence—for there was no parapet yet—by the help of the great + beam that ran along to support it, when he caught her by her garments. So + poor and thin were those garments, that if she had not been poor and thin + too, she would have dropped from them into the darkness below. He took her + in his arms, lifted her down upon the bridge, and stood as if protecting + her from a pursuing death. I had managed to find an easier mode of + descent, and now stood a little way from them. + </p> + <p> + 'Poor girl! poor girl!' he said, as if to himself: 'was this the only way + left?' + </p> + <p> + Then he spoke tenderly to her. What he said I could not hear—I only + heard the tone. + </p> + <p> + 'O sir!' she cried, in piteous entreaty, 'do let me go. Why should a + wretched creature like me be forced to live? It's no good to you, sir. Do + let me go.' + </p> + <p> + 'Come here,' he said, drawing her close to the fence. 'Stand up again on + the beam. Look down.' + </p> + <p> + She obeyed, in a mechanical kind of way. But as he talked, and she kept + looking down on the dark mystery beneath, flowing past with every now and + then a dull vengeful glitter—continuous, forceful, slow, he felt her + shudder in his still clasping arm. + </p> + <p> + 'Look,' he said, 'how it crawls along—black and slimy! how silent + and yet how fierce! Is that a nice place to go to down there? Would there + be any rest there, do you think, tumbled about among filth and creeping + things, and slugs that feed on the dead; among drowned women like yourself + drifting by, and murdered men, and strangled babies? Is that the door by + which you would like to go out of the world?' + </p> + <p> + 'It's no worse,' she faltered, '—not so bad as what I should leave + behind.' + </p> + <p> + 'If this were the only way out of it, I would not keep you from it. I + would say, “Poor thing! there is no help: she must go.” But there is + another way.' + </p> + <p> + 'There is no other way, sir—if you knew all,' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'Tell me, then.' + </p> + <p> + 'I cannot. I dare not. Please—I would rather go.' + </p> + <p> + She looked, from the mere glimpses I could get of her, somewhere about + five-and-twenty, making due allowance for the wear of suffering so evident + even in those glimpses. I think she might have been beautiful if the waste + of her history could have been restored. That she had had at least some + advantages of education, was evident from both her tone and her speech. + But oh, the wild eyes, and the tortured lips, drawn back from the teeth + with an agony of hopelessness, as she struggled anew, perhaps mistrusting + them, to escape from the great arms that held her! + </p> + <p> + 'But the river cannot drown you,' Falconer said. 'It can only stop your + breath. It cannot stop your thinking. You will go on thinking, thinking, + all the same. Drowning people remember in a moment all their past lives. + All their evil deeds come up before them, as if they were doing them all + over again. So they plunge back into the past and all its misery. While + their bodies are drowning, their souls are coming more and more awake.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is dreadful,' she murmured, with her great eyes fixed on his, and + growing steadier in their regard. She had ceased to struggle, so he had + slackened his hold of her, and she was leaning back against the fence. + </p> + <p> + 'And then,' he went on, 'what if, instead of closing your eyes, as you + expected, and going to sleep, and forgetting everything, you should find + them come open all at once, in the midst of a multitude of eyes all round + about you, all looking at you, all thinking about you, all judging you? + What if you should hear, not a tumult of voices and noises, from which you + could hope to hide, but a solemn company talking about you—every + word clear and plain, piercing your heart with what you could not deny,—and + you standing naked and shivering in the midst of them?' + </p> + <p> + 'It is too dreadful!' she cried, making a movement as if the very horror + of the idea had a fascination to draw her towards the realization of it. + 'But,' she added, yielding to Falconer's renewed grasp, 'they wouldn't be + so hard upon me there. They would not be so cruel as men are here.' + </p> + <p> + 'Surely not. But all men are not cruel. I am not cruel,' he added, + forgetting himself for a moment, and caressing with his huge hand the wild + pale face that glimmered upon him as it were out of the infinite night—all + but swallowed up in it. + </p> + <p> + She drew herself back, and Falconer, instantly removing his hand, said, + </p> + <p> + 'Look in my face, child, and see whether you cannot trust me.' + </p> + <p> + As he uttered the words, he took off his hat, and stood bare-headed in the + moon, which now broke out clear from the clouds. She did look at him. His + hair blew about his face. He turned it towards the wind and the moon, and + away from her, that she might be undisturbed in her scrutiny. But how she + judged of him, I cannot tell; for the next moment he called out in a tone + of repressed excitement, + </p> + <p> + 'Gordon, Gordon, look there—above your head, on the other bridge.' + </p> + <p> + I looked and saw a gray head peering over the same gap through which + Falconer had looked a few minutes before. I knew something of his personal + quest by this time, and concluded at once that he thought it was or might + be his father. + </p> + <p> + 'I cannot leave the poor thing—I dare not,' he said. + </p> + <p> + I understood him, and darted off at full speed for the Surrey end of the + bridge. What made me choose that end, I do not know; but I was right. + </p> + <p> + I had some reason to fear that I might be stopped when I reached it, as I + had no business to be upon the new bridge. I therefore managed, where the + upper bridge sank again towards a level with the lower, to scramble back + upon it. As I did so the tall gray-headed man passed me with an uncertain + step. I did not see his face. I followed him a few yards behind. He seemed + to hear and dislike the sound of my footsteps, for he quickened his pace. + I let him increase the distance between us, but followed him still. He + turned down the river. I followed. He began to double. I doubled after + him. Not a turn could he get before me. He crossed all the main roads + leading to the bridges till he came to the last—when he turned + toward London Bridge. At the other end, he went down the stairs into + Thames Street, and held eastward still. It was not difficult to keep up + with him, for his stride though long was slow. He never looked round, and + I never saw his face; but I could not help fancying that his back and his + gait and his carriage were very like Falconer's. + </p> + <p> + We were now in a quarter of which I knew nothing, but as far as I can + guess from after knowledge, it was one of the worst districts in London, + lying to the east of Spital Square. It was late, and there were not many + people about. + </p> + <p> + As I passed a court, I was accosted thus: + </p> + <p> + ''Ain't you got a glass of ale for a poor cove, gov'nor?' + </p> + <p> + 'I have no coppers,' I said hastily. 'I am in a hurry besides,' I added as + I walked on. + </p> + <p> + 'Come, come!' he said, getting up with me in a moment, 'that ain't a civil + answer to give a cove after his lush, that 'ain't got a blessed mag.' + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he laid his hand rather heavily on my arm. He was a + lumpy-looking individual, like a groom who had been discharged for + stealing his horse's provender, and had not quite worn out the clothes he + had brought with him. From the opposite side at the same moment, another + man appeared, low in stature, pale, and marked with the small-pox. + </p> + <p> + He advanced upon me at right angles. I shook off the hand of the first, + and I confess would have taken to my heels, for more reasons than one, but + almost before I was clear of him, the other came against me, and shoved me + into one of the low-browed entries which abounded. + </p> + <p> + I was so eager to follow my chase that I acted foolishly throughout. I + ought to have emptied my pockets at once; but I was unwilling to lose a + watch which was an old family piece, and of value besides. + </p> + <p> + 'Come, come! I don't carry a barrel of ale in my pocket,' I said, thinking + to keep them in good-humour. I know better now. Some of these roughs will + take all you have in the most good-humoured way in the world, bandying + chaff with you all the time. I had got amongst another set, however. + </p> + <p> + 'Leastways you've got as good,' said a third, approaching from the court, + as villanous-looking a fellow as I have ever seen. + </p> + <p> + 'This is hardly the right way to ask for it,' I said, looking out for a + chance of bolting, but putting my hand in my pocket at the same time. I + confess again I acted very stupidly throughout the whole affair, but it + was my first experience. + </p> + <p> + 'It's a way we've got down here, anyhow,' said the third with a brutal + laugh. 'Look out, Savoury Sam,' he added to one of them. + </p> + <p> + 'Now I don't want to hurt you,' struck in the first, coming nearer, 'but + if you gives tongue, I'll make cold meat of you, and gouge your pockets at + my leisure, before ever a blueskin can turn the corner.' + </p> + <p> + Two or three more came sidling up with their hands in their pockets. + </p> + <p> + 'What have you got there, Slicer?' said one of them, addressing the third, + who looked like a ticket-of-leave man. + </p> + <p> + 'We've cotched a pig-headed counter-jumper here, that didn't know Jim + there from a man-trap, and went by him as if he'd been a bull-dog on a + long-chain. He wants to fight cocum. But we won't trouble him. We'll help + ourselves. Shell out now.' + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he made a snatch at my watch-chain. I forgot myself and hit + him. The same moment I received a blow on the head, and felt the blood + running down my face. I did not quite lose my senses, though, for I + remember seeing yet another man—a tall fellow, coming out of the + gloom of the court. How it came into my mind, I do not know, and what I + said I do not remember, but I must have mentioned Falconer's name somehow. + </p> + <p> + The man they called Slicer, said, + </p> + <p> + 'Who's he? Don't know the—.' + </p> + <p> + Words followed which I cannot write. + </p> + <p> + 'What! you devil's gossoon!' returned an Irish voice I had not heard + before. 'You don't know Long Bob, you gonnof!' + </p> + <p> + All that passed I heard distinctly, but I was in a half faint, I suppose, + for I could no longer see. + </p> + <p> + 'Now what the devil in a dice-box do you mean?' said Slicer, possessing + himself of my watch. 'Who is the blasted cove?—not that I care a + flash of damnation.' + </p> + <p> + 'A man as 'll knock you down if he thinks you want it, or give you a + half-a-crown if he thinks you want it—all's one to him, only he'll + have the choosing which.' + </p> + <p> + 'What the hell's that to me? Look spry. He mustn't lie there all night. + It's too near the ken. Come along, you Scotch haddock.' + </p> + <p> + I was aware of a kick in the side as he spoke. + </p> + <p> + 'I tell you what it is, Slicer,' said one whose voice I had not yet heard, + 'if so be this gentleman's a friend of Long Bob, you just let him alone, I + say.' + </p> + <p> + I opened my eyes now, and saw before me a tall rather slender man in a big + loose dress-coat, to whom Slicer had turned with the words, + </p> + <p> + 'You say! Ha! ha! Well, I say—There's my Scotch haddock! who'll + touch him?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll take him home,' said the tall man, advancing towards me. I made an + attempt to rise. But I grew deadly ill, fell back, and remember nothing + more. + </p> + <p> + When I came to myself I was lying on a bed in a miserable place. A + middle-aged woman of degraded countenance, but kindly eyes, was putting + something to my mouth with a teaspoon: I knew it by the smell to be gin. + But I could not yet move. They began to talk about me, and I lay and + listened. Indeed, while I listened, I lost for a time all inclination to + get up, I was so much interested in what I heard. + </p> + <p> + 'He's comin' to hisself,' said the woman. 'He'll be all right by and by. I + wonder what brings the likes of him into the likes of this place. It must + look a kind of hell to them gentle-folks, though we manage to live and die + in it.' + </p> + <p> + 'I suppose,' said another, 'he's come on some of Mr. Falconer's business.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's why Job's took him in charge. They say he was after somebody or + other, they think.—No friend of Mr. Falconer's would be after + another for any mischief,' said my hostess. + </p> + <p> + 'But who is this Mr. Falconer?—Is Long Bob and he both the same + alias?' asked a third. + </p> + <p> + 'Why, Bessy, ain't you no better than that damned Slicer, who ought to ha' + been hung up to dry this many a year? But to be sure you 'ain't been long + in our quarter. Why, every child hereabouts knows Mr. Falconer. Ask Bobby + there.' + </p> + <p> + 'Who's Mr. Falconer, Bobby?' + </p> + <p> + A child's voice made reply, + </p> + <p> + 'A man with a long, long beard, that goes about, and sometimes grows tired + and sits on a door-step. I see him once. But he ain't Mr. Falconer, nor + Long Bob neither,' added Bobby in a mysterious tone. 'I know who he is.' + </p> + <p> + 'What do you mean, Bobby? Who is he, then?' + </p> + <p> + The child answered very slowly and solemnly, + </p> + <p> + 'He's Jesus Christ.' + </p> + <p> + The woman burst into a rude laugh. + </p> + <p> + 'Well,' said Bobby in an offended tone, 'Slicer's own Tom says so, and + Polly too. We all says so. He allus pats me on the head, and gives me a + penny.' + </p> + <p> + Here Bobby began to cry, bitterly offended at the way Bessy had received + his information, after considering him sufficiently important to have his + opinion asked. + </p> + <p> + 'True enough,' said his mother. 'I see him once a-sittin' on a door-step, + lookin' straight afore him, and worn-out like, an' a lot o' them childer + standin' all about him, an' starin' at him as mum as mice, for fear of + disturbin' of him. When I come near, he got up with a smile on his face, + and give each on 'em a penny all round, and walked away. Some do say he's + a bit crazed like; but I never saw no sign o' that; and if any one ought + to know, that one's Job's Mary; and you may believe me when I tell you + that he was here night an' mornin' for a week, and after that off and on, + when we was all down in the cholerer. Ne'er a one of us would ha' come + through but for him.' + </p> + <p> + I made an attempt to rise. The woman came to my bedside. + </p> + <p> + 'How does the gentleman feel hisself now?' she asked kindly. + </p> + <p> + 'Better, thank you,' I said. 'I am ashamed of lying like this, but I feel + very queer.' + </p> + <p> + 'And it's no wonder, when that devil Slicer give you one o' his even down + blows on the top o' your head. Nobody knows what he carry in his sleeve + that he do it with—only you've got off well, young man, and that I + tell you, with a decent cut like that. Only don't you go tryin' to get up + now. Don't be in a hurry till your blood comes back like.' + </p> + <p> + I lay still again for a little. When I lifted my hand to my head, I found + it was bandaged up. I tried again to rise. The woman went to the door, and + called out, + </p> + <p> + 'Job, the gentleman's feelin' better. He'll soon be able to move, I think. + What will you do with him now?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll go and get a cab,' said Job; and I heard him go down a stair. + </p> + <p> + I raised myself, and got on the floor, but found I could not stand. By the + time the cab arrived, however, I was able to crawl to it. When Job came, I + saw the same tall thin man in the long dress coat. His head was bound up + too. + </p> + <p> + 'I am sorry to see you too have been hurt—for my sake, of course,' I + said. 'Is it a bad blow?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! it ain't over much. I got in with a smeller afore he came right down + with his slogger. But I say, I hope as how you are a friend of Mr. + Falconer's, for you see we can't afford the likes of this in this quarter + for every chance that falls in Slicer's way. Gentlemen has no business + here.' + </p> + <p> + 'On the contrary, I mean to come again soon, to thank you all for being so + good to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, when you comes next, you'd better come with him, you know.' + </p> + <p> + 'You mean with Mr. Falconer?' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, who else? But are you able to go now? for the sooner you're out of + this the better.' + </p> + <p> + 'Quite able. Just give me your arm.' + </p> + <p> + He offered it kindly. Taking a grateful farewell of my hostess, I put my + hand in my pocket, but there was nothing there. Job led me to the mouth of + the court, where a cab, evidently of a sort with the neighbourhood, was + waiting for us. I got in. Job was shutting the door. + </p> + <p> + 'Come along with me, Job,' I said. 'I'm going straight to Mr. Falconer's. + He will like to see you, especially after your kindness to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, I don't mind if I do look arter you a little longer; for to tell + the truth,' said Job, as he opened the door, and got in beside me, 'I + don't over and above like the look of the—horse.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's no use trying to rob me over again,' I said; but he gave no reply. + He only shouted to the cabman to drive to John Street, telling him the + number. + </p> + <p> + I can scarcely recall anything more till we reached Falconer's chambers. + Job got out and rang the bell. Mrs. Ashton came down. Her master was not + come home. + </p> + <p> + 'Tell Mr. Falconer,' I said, 'that I'm all right, only I couldn't make + anything of it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tell him,' growled Job, 'that he's got his head broken, and won't be out + o' bed to-morrow. That's the way with them fine-bred ones. They lies a-bed + when the likes o' me must go out what they calls a-custamongering, broken + head and all.' + </p> + <p> + 'You shall stay at home for a week if you like, Job—that is if I've + got enough to give you a week's earnings. I'm not sure though till I look, + for I'm not a rich man any more than yourself.' + </p> + <p> + 'Rubbish!' said Job as he got in again; 'I was only flummuxing the old un. + Bless your heart, sir, I wouldn't stay in—not for nothink. Not for a + bit of a pat on the crown, nohow. Home ain't none so nice a place to go + snoozing in—nohow. Where do you go to, gov'nor?' + </p> + <p> + I told him. When I got out, and was opening the door, leaning on his arm, + I said I was very glad they hadn't taken my keys. + </p> + <p> + 'Slicer nor Savoury Sam neither's none the better o' you, and I hopes + you're not much the worse for them,' said Job, as he put into my hands my + purse and watch. 'Count it, gov'nor, and see if it's all right. Them + pusses is mannyfactered express for the convenience o' the fakers. Take my + advice, sir, and keep a yellow dump (sovereign) in yer coat-tails, a + flatch yenork (half-crown) in yer waistcoat, and yer yeneps (pence) in yer + breeches. You won't lose much nohow then. Good-night, sir, and I wish you + better.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I must give you something for plaster,' I said. 'You'll take a yellow + dump, at least?' + </p> + <p> + 'We'll talk about that another day,' said Job; and with a second still + heartier good-night, he left me. I managed to crawl up to my room, and + fell on my bed once more fainting. But I soon recovered sufficiently to + undress and get into it. I was feverish all night and next day, but + towards evening begun to recover. + </p> + <p> + I kept expecting Falconer to come and inquire after me; but he never came. + Nor did he appear the next day or the next, and I began to be very uneasy + about him. The fourth day I sent for a cab, and drove to John Street. He + was at home, but Mrs. Ashton, instead of showing me into his room, led me + into her kitchen, and left me there. + </p> + <p> + A minute after, Falconer came to me. The instant I saw him I understood it + all. I read it in his face: he had found his father. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0062"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. ANDREW AT LAST. + </h2> + <p> + Having at length persuaded the woman to go with him, Falconer made her + take his arm, and led her off the bridge. In Parliament Street he was + looking about for a cab as they walked on, when a man he did not know, + stopped, touched his hat, and addressed him. + </p> + <p> + 'I'm thinkin', sir, ye'll be sair wantit at hame the nicht. It wad be + better to gang at ance, an' lat the puir fowk luik efter themsels for ae + nicht.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm sorry I dinna ken ye, man. Do ye ken me?' + </p> + <p> + 'Fine that, Mr. Falconer. There's mony ane kens you and praises God.' + </p> + <p> + 'God be praised!' returned Falconer. 'Why am I wanted at home?' + </p> + <p> + ''Deed I wad raither not say, sir.—Hey!' + </p> + <p> + This last exclamation was addressed to a cab just disappearing down King + Street from Whitehall. The driver heard, turned, and in a moment more was + by their side. + </p> + <p> + 'Ye had better gang into her an' awa' hame, and lea' the poor lassie to + me. I'll tak guid care o' her.' + </p> + <p> + She clung to Falconer's arm. The man opened the door of the cab. Falconer + put her in, told the driver to go to Queen Square, and if he could not + make haste, to stop the first cab that could, got in himself, thanked his + unknown friend, who did not seem quite satisfied, and drove off. + </p> + <p> + Happily Miss St. John was at home, and there was no delay. Neither was any + explanation of more than six words necessary. He jumped again into the cab + and drove home. Fortunately for his mood, though in fact it mattered + little for any result, the horse was fresh, and both able and willing. + </p> + <p> + When he entered John Street, he came to observe before reaching his own + door that a good many men were about in little quiet groups—some + twenty or so, here and there. When he let himself in with his pass-key, + there were two men in the entry. Without stopping to speak, he ran up to + his own chambers. When he got into his sitting-room, there stood De + Fleuri, who simply waved his hand towards the old sofa. On it lay an + elderly man, with his eyes half open, and a look almost of idiocy upon his + pale, puffed face, which was damp and shining. His breathing was laboured, + but there was no further sign of suffering. He lay perfectly still. + Falconer saw at once that he was under the influence of some narcotic, + probably opium; and the same moment the all but conviction darted into his + mind that Andrew Falconer, his grandmother's son, lay there before him. + That he was his own father he had no feeling yet. He turned to De Fleuri. + </p> + <p> + 'Thank you, friend,' he said. 'I shall find time to thank you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Are we right?' asked De Fleuri. + </p> + <p> + 'I don't know. I think so,' answered Falconer; and without another word + the man withdrew. + </p> + <p> + His first mood was very strange. It seemed as if all the romance had + suddenly deserted his life, and it lay bare and hopeless. He felt nothing. + No tears rose to the brim of their bottomless wells—the only wells + that have no bottom, for they go into the depths of the infinite soul. He + sat down in his chair, stunned as to the heart and all the finer chords of + his nature. The man on the horsehair sofa lay breathing—that was + all. The gray hair about the pale ill-shaven face glimmered like a cloud + before him. What should he do or say when he awaked? How approach this + far-estranged soul? How ever send the cry of father into that fog-filled + world? Could he ever have climbed on those knees and kissed those lips, in + the far-off days when the sun and the wind of that northern atmosphere + made his childhood blessed beyond dreams? The actual—that is the + present phase of the ever-changing—looked the ideal in the face; and + the mirror that held them both, shook and quivered at the discord of the + faces reflected. A kind of moral cold seemed to radiate from the object + before him, and chill him to the very bones. This could not long be + endured. He fled from the actual to the source of all the ideal—to + that Saviour who, the infinite mediator, mediates between all hopes and + all positions; between the most debased actual and the loftiest ideal; + between the little scoffer of St. Giles's and his angel that ever beholds + the face of the Father in heaven. He fell on his knees, and spoke to God, + saying that he had made this man; that the mark of his fingers was on the + man's soul somewhere. He prayed to the making Spirit to bring the man to + his right mind, to give him once more the heart of a child, to begin him + yet again at the beginning. Then at last, all the evil he had done and + suffered would but swell his gratitude to Him who had delivered him from + himself and his own deeds. Having breathed this out before the God of his + life, Falconer rose, strengthened to meet the honourable debased soul when + it should at length look forth from the dull smeared windows of those + ill-used eyes. + </p> + <p> + He felt his pulse. There was no danger from the narcotic. The coma would + pass away. Meantime he would get him to bed. When he began to undress him + a new reverence arose which overcame all disgust at the state in which he + found him. At length one sad little fact about his dress, revealing the + poverty-stricken attempt of a man to preserve the shadow of decency, + called back the waters of the far-ebbed ocean of his feelings. At the + prick of a pin the heart's blood will flow: at the sight of—a pin it + was—Robert burst into tears, and wept like a child; the deadly cold + was banished from his heart, and he not only loved, but knew that he loved—felt + the love that was there. Everything then about the worn body and shabby + garments of the man smote upon the heart of his son, and through his very + poverty he was sacred in his eyes. The human heart awakened the filial—reversing + thus the ordinary process of Nature, who by means of the filial, when her + plans are unbroken, awakes the human; and he reproached himself bitterly + for his hardness, as he now judged his late mental condition—unfairly, + I think. He soon had him safe in bed, unconscious of the helping hands + that had been busy about him in his heedless sleep; unconscious of the + radiant planet of love that had been folding him round in its atmosphere + of affection. + </p> + <p> + But while he thus ministered, a new question arose in his mind—to + meet with its own new, God-given answer. What if this should not be the + man after all?—if this love had been spent in mistake, and did not + belong to him at all? The answer was, that he was a man. The love Robert + had given he could not, would not withdraw. The man who had been for a + moment as his father he could not cease to regard with devotion. At least + he was a man with a divine soul. He might at least be somebody's father. + Where love had found a moment's rest for the sole of its foot, there it + must build its nest. + </p> + <p> + When he had got him safe in bed, he sat down beside him to think what he + would do next. This sleep gave him very needful leisure to think. He could + determine nothing—not even how to find out if he was indeed his + father. If he approached the subject without guile, the man might be + fearful and cunning—might have reasons for being so, and for + striving to conceal the truth. But this was the first thing to make sure + of, because, if it was he, all the hold he had upon him lay in his knowing + it for certain. He could not think. He had had little sleep the night + before. He must not sleep this night. He dragged his bath into his + sitting-room, and refreshed his faculties with plenty of cold water, then + lighted his pipe and went on thinking—not without prayer to that + Power whose candle is the understanding of man. All at once he saw how to + begin. He went again into the chamber, and looked at the man, and handled + him, and knew by his art that a waking of some sort was nigh. Then he went + to a corner of his sitting-room, and from beneath the table drew out a + long box, and from the box lifted Dooble Sandy's auld wife, tuned the + somewhat neglected strings, and laid the instrument on the table. + </p> + <p> + When, keeping constant watch over the sleeping man, he judged at length + that his soul had come near enough to the surface of the ocean of sleep to + communicate with the outer world through that bubble his body, which had + floated upon its waves all the night unconscious, he put his chair just + outside the chamber door, which opened from his sitting-room, and began to + play gently, softly, far away. For a while he extemporized only, thinking + of Rothieden, and the grandmother, and the bleach-green, and the hills, + and the waste old factory, and his mother's portrait and letters. As he + dreamed on, his dream got louder, and, he hoped, was waking a more and + more vivid dream in the mind of the sleeper. 'For who can tell,' thought + Falconer, 'what mysterious sympathies of blood and childhood's experience + there may be between me and that man?—such, it may be, that my + utterance on the violin will wake in his soul the very visions of which my + soul is full while I play, each with its own nebulous atmosphere of + dream-light around it.' For music wakes its own feeling, and feeling wakes + thought, or rather, when perfected, blossoms into thought, thought radiant + of music as those lilies that shine phosphorescent in the July nights. He + played more and more forcefully, growing in hope. But he had been led + astray in some measure by the fulness of his expectation. Strange to tell, + doctor as he was, he had forgotten one important factor in his + calculation: how the man would awake from his artificial sleep. He had not + reckoned of how the limbeck of his brain would be left discoloured with + vile deposit, when the fumes of the narcotic should have settled and given + up its central spaces to the faintness of desertion. + </p> + <p> + Robert was very keen of hearing. Indeed he possessed all his senses keener + than any other man I have known. He heard him toss on his bed. Then he + broke into a growl, and damned the miauling, which, he said, the strings + could never have learned anywhere but in a cat's belly. But Robert was + used to bad language; and there are some bad things which, seeing that + there they are, it is of the greatest consequence to get used to. It gave + him, no doubt, a pang of disappointment to hear such an echo to his music + from the soul which he had hoped especially fitted to respond in + harmonious unison with the wail of his violin. But not for even this + moment did he lose his presence of mind. He instantly moderated the tone + of the instrument, and gradually drew the sound away once more into the + distance of hearing. But he did not therefore let it die. Through various + changes it floated in the thin æther of the soul, changes delicate as when + the wind leaves the harp of the reeds by a river's brink, and falls + a-ringing at the heather bells, or playing with the dry silvery pods of + honesty that hang in the poor man's garden, till at length it drew nearer + once more, bearing on its wings the wail of red Flodden, the Flowers of + the Forest. Listening through the melody for sounds of a far different + kind, Robert was aware that those sounds had ceased; the growling was + still; he heard no more turnings to and fro. How it was operating he could + not tell, further than that there must be some measure of soothing in its + influence. He ceased quite, and listened again. For a few moments there + was no sound. Then he heard the half-articulate murmuring of one whose + organs have been all but overcome by the beneficent paralysis of sleep, + but whose feeble will would compel them to utterance. He was nearly asleep + again. Was it a fact, or a fancy of Robert's eager heart? Did the man + really say, + </p> + <p> + 'Play that again, father. It's bonnie, that! I aye likit the Flooers o' + the Forest. Play awa'. I hae had a frichtsome dream. I thocht I was i' the + ill place. I doobt I'm no weel. But yer fiddle aye did me gude. Play awa', + father!' + </p> + <p> + All the night through, till the dawn of the gray morning, Falconer watched + the sleeping man, all but certain that he was indeed his father. + Eternities of thought passed through his mind as he watched—this + time by the couch, as he hoped, of a new birth. He was about to see what + could be done by one man, strengthened by all the aids that love and + devotion could give, for the redemption of his fellow. As through the + darkness of the night and a sluggish fog to aid it, the light of a pure + heaven made its slow irresistible way, his hope grew that athwart the fog + of an evil life, the darkness that might be felt, the light of the Spirit + of God would yet penetrate the heart of the sinner, and shake the + wickedness out of it. Deeper and yet deeper grew his compassion and his + sympathy, in prospect of the tortures the man must go through, before the + will that he had sunk into a deeper sleep than any into which opium could + sink his bodily being, would shake off its deathly lethargy, and arise, + torn with struggling pain, to behold the light of a new spiritual morning. + All that he could do he was prepared to do, regardless of entreaty, + regardless of torture, anger, and hate, with the inexorable justice of + love, the law that will not, must not, dares not yield—strong with + an awful tenderness, a wisdom that cannot be turned aside, to redeem the + lost soul of his father. And he strengthened his heart for the conflict by + saying that if he would do thus for his father, what would not God do for + his child? Had He not proved already, if there was any truth in the grand + story of the world's redemption through that obedience unto the death, + that his devotion was entire, and would leave nothing undone that could be + done to lift this sheep out of the pit into whose darkness and filth he + had fallen out of the sweet Sabbath of the universe? + </p> + <p> + He removed all his clothes, searched the pockets, found in them one poor + shilling and a few coppers, a black cutty pipe, a box of snuff, a screw of + pigtail, a knife with a buckhorn handle and one broken blade, and a + pawn-ticket for a keyed flute, on the proceeds of which he was now + sleeping—a sleep how dearly purchased, when he might have had it + free, as the gift of God's gentle darkness! Then he destroyed the + garments, committing them to the fire as the hoped farewell to the state + of which they were the symbols and signs. + </p> + <p> + He found himself perplexed, however, by the absence of some of the usual + symptoms of the habit of opium, and concluded that his poor father was in + the habit of using stimulants as well as narcotics, and that the action of + the one interfered with the action of the other. + </p> + <p> + He called his housekeeper. She did not know whom her master supposed his + guest to be, and regarded him only as one of the many objects of his + kindness. He told her to get some tea ready, as the patient would most + likely wake with a headache. He instructed her to wait upon him as a + matter of course, and explain nothing. He had resolved to pass for the + doctor, as indeed he was; and he told her that if he should be at all + troublesome, he would be with her at once. She must keep the room dark. He + would have his own breakfast now; and if the patient remained quiet, would + sleep on the sofa. + </p> + <p> + He woke murmuring, and evidently suffered from headache and nausea. Mrs. + Ashton took him some tea. He refused it with an oath—more of + discomfort than of ill-nature—and was too unwell to show any + curiosity about the person who had offered it. Probably he was accustomed + to so many changes of abode, and to so many bewilderments of the brain, + that he did not care to inquire where he was or who waited upon him. But + happily for the heart's desire of Falconer, the debauchery of his father + had at length reached one of many crises. He had caught cold before De + Fleuri and his comrades found him. He was now ill—feverish and + oppressed. Through the whole of the following week they nursed and waited + upon him without his asking a single question as to where he was or who + they were; during all which time Falconer saw no one but De Fleuri and the + many poor fellows who called to inquire after him and the result of their + supposed success. He never left the house, but either watched by the + bedside, or waited in the next room. Often would the patient get out of + bed, driven by the longing for drink or for opium, gnawing him through all + the hallucinations of delirium; but he was weak, and therefore manageable. + If in any lucid moments he thought where he was, he no doubt supposed that + he was in a hospital, and probably had sense enough to understand that it + was of no use to attempt to get his own way there. He was soon much worn, + and his limbs trembled greatly. It was absolutely necessary to give him + stimulants, or he would have died, but Robert reduced them gradually as he + recovered strength. + </p> + <p> + But there was an infinite work to be done beyond even curing him of his + evil habits. To keep him from strong drink and opium, even till the + craving after them was gone, would be but the capturing of the merest + outwork of the enemy's castle. He must be made such that, even if the + longing should return with tenfold force, and all the means for its + gratification should lie within the reach of his outstretched hand, he + would not touch them. God only was able to do that for him. He would do + all that he knew how to do, and God would not fail of his part. For this + he had raised him up; to this he had called him; for this work he had + educated him, made him a physician, given him money, time, the love and + aid of his fellows, and, beyond all, a rich energy of hope and faith in + his heart, emboldening him to attempt whatever his hand found to do. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0063"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. ANDREW REBELS. + </h2> + <p> + As Andrew Falconer grew better, the longing of his mind after former + excitement and former oblivion, roused and kept alive the longing of his + body, until at length his thoughts dwelt upon nothing but his diseased + cravings. His whole imagination, naturally not a feeble one, was + concentrated on the delights in store for him as soon as he was well + enough to be his own master, as he phrased it, once more. He soon began to + see that, if he was in a hospital, it must be a private one, and at last, + irresolute as he was both from character and illness, made up his mind to + demand his liberty. He sat by his bedroom fire one afternoon, for he + needed much artificial warmth. The shades of evening were thickening the + air. He had just had one of his frequent meals, and was gazing, as he + often did, into the glowing coals. Robert had come in, and after a little + talk was sitting silent at the opposite corner of the chimney-piece. + </p> + <p> + 'Doctor,' said Andrew, seizing the opportunity, 'you've been very kind to + me, and I don't know how to thank you, but it is time I was going. I am + quite well now. Would you kindly order the nurse to bring me my clothes + to-morrow morning, and I will go.' + </p> + <p> + This he said with the quavering voice of one who speaks because he has + made up his mind to speak. A certain something, I believe a vague + molluscous form of conscience, made him wriggle and shift uneasily upon + his chair as he spoke. + </p> + <p> + 'No, no,' said Robert, 'you are not fit to go. Make yourself comfortable, + my dear sir. There is no reason why you should go.' + </p> + <p> + 'There is something I don't understand about it. I want to go.' + </p> + <p> + 'It would ruin my character as a professional man to let a patient in your + condition leave the house. The weather is unfavourable. I cannot—I + must not consent.' + </p> + <p> + 'Where am I? I don't understand it. I want to understand it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Your friends wish you to remain where you are for the present.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have no friends.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have one, at least, who puts his house here at your service.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's something about it I don't like. Do you suppose I am incapable of + taking care of myself?' + </p> + <p> + 'I do indeed,' answered his son with firmness. + </p> + <p> + 'Then you are quite mistaken,' said Andrew, angrily. 'I am quite well + enough to go, and have a right to judge for myself. It is very kind of + you, but I am in a free country, I believe.' + </p> + <p> + 'No doubt. All honest men are free in this country. But—' + </p> + <p> + He saw that his father winced, and said no more. Andrew resumed, after a + pause in which he had been rousing his feeble drink-exhausted anger, + </p> + <p> + 'I tell you I will not be treated like a child. I demand my clothes and my + liberty.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you know where you were found that night you were brought here?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. But what has that to do with it? I was ill. You know that as well as + I.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are ill now because you were lying then on the wet ground under a + railway-arch—utterly incapable from the effects of opium, or drink, + or both. You would have been taken to the police-station, and would + probably have been dead long before now, if you had not been brought + here.' + </p> + <p> + He was silent for some time. Then he broke out, + </p> + <p> + 'I tell you I will go. I do not choose to live on charity. I will not. I + demand my clothes.' + </p> + <p> + 'I tell you it is of no use. When you are well enough to go out you shall + go out, but not now.' + </p> + <p> + 'Where am I? Who are you?' + </p> + <p> + He looked at Robert with a keen, furtive glance, in which were mingled + bewilderment and suspicion. + </p> + <p> + 'I am your best friend at present.' + </p> + <p> + He started up—fiercely and yet feebly, for a thought of terror had + crossed him. + </p> + <p> + 'You do not mean I am in a madhouse?' + </p> + <p> + Robert made no reply. He left him to suppose what he pleased. Andrew took + it for granted that he was in a private asylum, sank back in his chair, + and from that moment was quiet as a lamb. But it was easy to see that he + was constantly contriving how to escape. This mental occupation, however, + was excellent for his recovery; and Robert dropped no hint of his + suspicion. Nor were many precautions necessary in consequence; for he + never left the house without having De Fleuri there, who was a man of + determination, nerve, and, now that he ate and drank, of considerable + strength. + </p> + <p> + As he grew better, the stimulants given him in the form of medicine at + length ceased. In their place Robert substituted other restoratives, which + prevented him from missing the stimulants so much, and at length got his + system into a tolerably healthy condition, though at his age, and after so + long indulgence, it could hardly be expected ever to recover its tone. + </p> + <p> + He did all he could to provide him with healthy amusement—played + backgammon, draughts, and cribbage with him, brought him Sir Walter's and + other novels to read, and often played on his violin, to which he listened + with great delight. At times of depression, which of course were frequent, + the Flowers of the Forest made the old man weep. Falconer put yet more + soul into the sounds than he had ever put into them before. He tried to + make the old man talk of his childhood, asking him about the place of his + birth, the kind of country, how he had been brought up, his family, and + many questions of the sort. His answers were vague, and often + contradictory. Indeed, the moment the subject was approached, he looked + suspicious and cunning. He said his name was John Mackinnon, and Robert, + although his belief was strengthened by a hundred little circumstances, + had as yet received no proof that he was Andrew Falconer. Remembering the + pawn-ticket, and finding that he could play on the flute, he brought him a + beautiful instrument—in fact a silver one—the sight of which + made the old man's eyes sparkle. He put it to his lips with trembling + hands, blew a note or two, burst into the tears of weakness, and laid it + down. But he soon took it up again, and evidently found both pleasure in + the tones and sadness in the memories they awakened. At length Robert + brought a tailor, and had him dressed like a gentleman—a change + which pleased him much. The next step was to take him out every day for a + drive, upon which his health began to improve more rapidly. He ate better, + grew more lively, and began to tell tales of his adventures, of the truth + of which Robert was not always certain, but never showed any doubt. He + knew only too well that the use of opium is especially destructive to the + conscience. Some of his stories he believed more readily than others, from + the fact that he suddenly stopped in them, as if they were leading him + into regions of confession which must be avoided, resuming with matter + that did not well connect itself with what had gone before. At length he + took him out walking, and he comported himself with perfect propriety. + </p> + <p> + But one day as they were going along a quiet street, Robert met an + acquaintance, and stopped to speak with him. After a few moments' chat he + turned, and found that his father, whom he had supposed to be standing + beside him, had vanished. A glance at the other side of the street showed + the probable refuge—a public-house. Filled but not overwhelmed with + dismay, although he knew that months might be lost in this one moment, + Robert darted in. He was there, with a glass of whisky in his hand, + trembling now more from eagerness than weakness. He struck it from his + hold. But he had already swallowed one glass, and he turned in a rage. He + was a tall and naturally powerful man—almost as strongly built as + his son, with long arms like his, which were dangerous even yet in such a + moment of factitious strength and real excitement. Robert could not lift + his arm even to defend himself from his father, although, had he judged it + necessary, I believe he would not, in the cause of his redemption, have + hesitated to knock him down, as he had often served others whom he would + rather a thousand times have borne on his shoulders. He received his + father's blow on the cheek. For one moment it made him dizzy, for it was + well delivered. But when the bar-keeper jumped across the counter and + approached with his fist doubled, that was another matter. He measured his + length on the floor, and Falconer seized his father, who was making for + the street, and notwithstanding his struggles and fierce efforts to strike + again, held him secure and himself scathless, and bore him out of the + house. + </p> + <p> + A crowd gathers in a moment in London, speeding to a fray as the vultures + to carrion. On the heels of the population of the neighbouring mews came + two policemen, and at the same moment out came the barman to the + assistance of Andrew. But Falconer was as well known to the police as if + he had a ticket-of-leave, and a good deal better. + </p> + <p> + 'Call a four-wheel cab,' he said to one of them. 'I'm all right.' + </p> + <p> + The man started at once. Falconer turned to the other. + </p> + <p> + 'Tell that man in the apron,' he said, 'that I'll make him all due + reparation. But he oughtn't to be in such a hurry to meddle. He gave me no + time but to strike hard.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, sir,' answered the policeman obediently. The crowd thought he must + be a great man amongst the detectives; but the bar-keeper vowed he would + 'summons' him for the assault. + </p> + <p> + 'You may, if you like,' said Falconer. 'When I think of it, you shall do + so. You know where I live?' he said, turning to the policeman. + </p> + <p> + 'No, sir, I don't. I only know you well enough.' + </p> + <p> + 'Put your hand in my coat-pocket, then, and you'll find a card-case. The + other. There! Help yourself.' + </p> + <p> + He said this with his arms round Andrew's, who had ceased to cry out when + he saw the police. + </p> + <p> + 'Do you want to give this gentleman in charge, sir?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. It is a little private affair of my own, this.' + </p> + <p> + 'Hadn't you better let him go, sir, and we'll find him for you when you + want him?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. He may give me in charge if he likes. Or if you should want him, you + will find him at my house.' + </p> + <p> + Then pinioning his prisoner still more tightly in his arms, he leaned + forward, and whispered in his ear, + </p> + <p> + 'Will you go home quietly, or give me in charge? There is no other way, + Andrew Falconer.' + </p> + <p> + He ceased struggling. Through all the flush of the contest his face grew + pale. His arms dropped by his side. Robert let him go, and he stood there + without offering to move. The cab came up; the policeman got out; Andrew + stepped in of his own accord, and Robert followed. + </p> + <p> + 'You see it's all right,' he said. 'Here, give the barman a sovereign. If + he wants more, let me know. He deserved all he got, but I was wrong. John + Street.' + </p> + <p> + His father did not speak a word, or ask a question all the way home. + Evidently he thought it safer to be silent. But the drink he had taken, + though not enough to intoxicate him, was more than enough to bring back + the old longing with redoubled force. He paced about the room the rest of + the day like a wild beast in a cage, and in the middle of the night, got + up and dressed, and would have crept through the room in which Robert lay, + in the hope of getting out. But Robert slept too anxiously for that. The + captive did not make the slightest noise, but his very presence was enough + to wake his son. He started at a bound from his couch, and his father + retreated in dismay to his chamber. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0064"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. THE BROWN LETTER. + </h2> + <p> + At length the time arrived when Robert would make a further attempt, + although with a fear and trembling to quiet which he had to seek the + higher aid. His father had recovered his attempt to rush anew upon + destruction. He was gentler and more thoughtful, and would again sit for + an hour at a time gazing into the fire. From the expression of his + countenance upon such occasions, Robert hoped that his visions were not of + the evil days, but of those of his innocence. + </p> + <p> + One evening when he was in one of these moods—he had just had his + tea, the gas was lighted, and he was sitting as I have described—Robert + began to play in the next room, hoping that the music would sink into his + heart, and do something to prepare the way for what was to follow. Just as + he had played over the Flowers of the Forest for the third time, his + housekeeper entered the room, and receiving permission from her master, + went through into Andrew's chamber, and presented a packet, which she + said, and said truly, for she was not in the secret, had been left for + him. He received it with evident surprise, mingled with some + consternation, looked at the address, looked at the seal, laid it on the + table, and gazed again with troubled looks into the fire. He had had no + correspondence for many years. Falconer had peeped in when the woman + entered, but the moment she retired he could watch him no longer. He went + on playing a slow, lingering voluntary, such as the wind plays, of an + amber autumn evening, on the æolian harp of its pines. He played so gently + that he must hear if his father should speak. + </p> + <p> + For what seemed hours, though it was but half-an-hour, he went on playing. + At length he heard a stifled sob. He rose, and peeped again into the room. + The gray head was bowed between the hands, and the gaunt frame was shaken + with sobs. On the table lay the portraits of himself and his wife; and the + faded brown letter, so many years folded in silence and darkness, lay open + beside them. He had known the seal, with the bush of rushes and the Gaelic + motto. He had gently torn the paper from around it, and had read the + letter from the grave—no, from the land beyond, the land of light, + where human love is glorified. Not then did Falconer read the sacred words + of his mother; but afterwards his father put them into his hands. I will + give them as nearly as I can remember them, for the letter is not in my + possession. + </p> + <p> + 'My beloved Andrew, I can hardly write, for I am at the point of death. I + love you still—love you as dearly as before you left me. Will you + ever see this? I will try to send it to you. I will leave it behind me, + that it may come into your hands when and how it may please God. You may + be an old man before you read these words, and may have almost forgotten + your young wife. Oh! if I could take your head on my bosom where it used + to lie, and without saying a word, think all that I am thinking into your + heart. Oh! my love, my love! will you have had enough of the world and its + ways by the time this reaches you? Or will you be dead, like me, when this + is found, and the eyes of your son only, my darling little Robert, read + the words? Oh, Andrew, Andrew! my heart is bleeding, not altogether for + myself, not altogether for you, but both for you and for me. Shall I + never, never be able to let out the sea of my love that swells till my + heart is like to break with its longing after you, my own Andrew? Shall I + never, never see you again? That is the terrible thought—the only + thought almost that makes me shrink from dying. If I should go to sleep, + as some think, and not even dream about you, as I dream and weep every + night now! If I should only wake in the crowd of the resurrection, and not + know where to find you! Oh, Andrew, I feel as if I should lose my reason + when I think that you may be on the left hand of the Judge, and I can no + longer say my love, because you do not, cannot any more love God. I will + tell you the dream I had about you last night, which I think was what + makes me write this letter. I was standing in a great crowd of people, and + I saw the empty graves about us on every side. We were waiting for the + great white throne to appear in the clouds. And as soon as I knew that, I + cried, “Andrew, Andrew!” for I could not help it. And the people did not + heed me; and I cried out and ran about everywhere, looking for you. At + last I came to a great gulf. When I looked down into it, I could see + nothing but a blue deep, like the blue of the sky, under my feet. It was + not so wide but that I could see across it, but it was oh! so terribly + deep. All at once, as I stood trembling on the very edge, I saw you on the + other side, looking towards me, and stretching out your arms as if you + wanted me. You were old and much changed, but I knew you at once, and I + gave a cry that I thought all the universe must have heard. You heard me. + I could see that. And I was in a terrible agony to get to you. But there + was no way, for if I fell into the gulf I should go down for ever, it was + so deep. Something made me look away, and I saw a man coming quietly along + the same side of the gulf, on the edge, towards me. And when he came + nearer to me, I saw that he was dressed in a gown down to his feet, and + that his feet were bare and had a hole in each of them. So I knew who it + was, Andrew. And I fell down and kissed his feet, and lifted up my hands, + and looked into his face—oh, such a face! And I tried to pray. But + all I could say was, “O Lord, Andrew, Andrew!” Then he smiled, and said, + “Daughter, be of good cheer. Do you want to go to him?” And I said, “Yes, + Lord.” Then he said, “And so do I. Come.” And he took my hand and led me + over the edge of the precipice; and I was not afraid, and I did not sink, + but walked upon the air to go to you. But when I got to you, it was too + much to bear; and when I thought I had you in my arms at last, I awoke, + crying as I never cried before, not even when I found that you had left me + to die without you. Oh, Andrew, what if the dream should come true! But if + it should not come true! I dare not think of that, Andrew. I couldn't be + happy in heaven without you. It may be very wicked, but I do not feel as + if it were, and I can't help it if it is. But, dear husband, come to me + again. Come back, like the prodigal in the New Testament. God will forgive + you everything. Don't touch drink again, my dear love. I know it was the + drink that made you do as you did. You could never have done it. It was + the drink that drove you to do it. You didn't know what you were doing. + And then you were ashamed, and thought I would be angry, and could not + bear to come back to me. Ah, if you were to come in at the door, as I + write, you would see whether or not I was proud to have my Andrew again. + But I would not be nice for you to look at now. You used to think me + pretty—you said beautiful—so long ago. But I am so thin now, + and my face so white, that I almost frighten myself when I look in the + glass. And before you get this I shall be all gone to dust, either knowing + nothing about you, or trying to praise God, and always forgetting where I + am in my psalm, longing so for you to come. I am afraid I love you too + much to be fit to go to heaven. Then, perhaps, God will send me to the + other place, all for love of you, Andrew. And I do believe I should like + that better. But I don't think he will, if he is anything like the man I + saw in my dream. But I am growing so faint that I can hardly write. I + never felt like this before. But that dream has given me strength to die, + because I hope you will come too. Oh, my dear Andrew, do, do repent and + turn to God, and he will forgive you. Believe in Jesus, and he will save + you, and bring me to you across the deep place. But I must make haste. I + can hardly see. And I must not leave this letter open for anybody but you + to read after I am dead. Good-bye, Andrew. I love you all the same. I am, + my dearest Husband, your affectionate Wife, + </p> + <p> + 'H. FALCONER.' + </p> + <p> + Then followed the date. It was within a week of her death. The letter was + feebly written, every stroke seeming more feeble by the contrasted + strength of the words. When Falconer read it afterwards, in the midst of + the emotions it aroused—the strange lovely feelings of such a bond + between him and a beautiful ghost, far away somewhere in God's universe, + who had carried him in her lost body, and nursed him at her breasts—in + the midst of it all, he could not help wondering, he told me, to find the + forms and words so like what he would have written himself. It seemed so + long ago when that faded, discoloured paper, with the gilt edges, and the + pale brown ink, and folded in the large sheet, and sealed with the curious + wax, must have been written; and here were its words so fresh, so new! not + withered like the rose-leaves that scented the paper from the work-box + where he had found it, but as fresh as if just shaken from the rose-trees + of the heart's garden. It was no wonder that Andrew Falconer should be + sitting with his head in his hands when Robert looked in on him, for he + had read this letter. + </p> + <p> + When Robert saw how he sat, he withdrew, and took his violin again, and + played all the tunes of the old country he could think of, recalling + Dooble Sandy's workshop, that he might recall the music he had learnt + there. + </p> + <p> + No one who understands the bit and bridle of the association of ideas, as + it is called in the skeleton language of mental philosophy, wherewith the + Father-God holds fast the souls of his children—to the very last + that we see of them, at least, and doubtless to endless ages beyond—will + sneer at Falconer's notion of making God's violin a ministering spirit in + the process of conversion. There is a well-authenticated story of a + convict's having been greatly reformed for a time, by going, in one of the + colonies, into a church, where the matting along the aisle was of the same + pattern as that in the church to which he had gone when a boy—with + his mother, I suppose. It was not the matting that so far converted him: + it was not to the music of his violin that Falconer looked for aid, but to + the memories of childhood, the mysteries of the kingdom of innocence which + that could recall—those memories which + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Are yet the fountain light of all our day, + Are yet a master light of all our seeing. +</pre> + <p> + For an hour he did not venture to go near him. When he entered the room he + found him sitting in the same place, no longer weeping, but gazing into + the fire with a sad countenance, the expression of which showed Falconer + at once that the soul had come out of its cave of obscuration, and drawn + nearer to the surface of life. He had not seen him look so much like one + 'clothed, and in his right mind,' before. He knew well that nothing could + be built upon this; that this very emotion did but expose him the more to + the besetting sin; that in this mood he would drink, even if he knew that + he would in consequence be in danger of murdering the wife whose letter + had made him weep. But it was progress, notwithstanding. He looked up at + Robert as he entered, and then dropped his eyes again. He regarded him + perhaps as a presence doubtful whether of angel or devil, even as the + demoniacs regarded the Lord of Life who had come to set them free. + Bewildered he must have been to find himself, towards the close of a long + life of debauchery, wickedness, and the growing pains of hell, caught in a + net of old times, old feelings, old truths. + </p> + <p> + Now Robert had carefully avoided every indication that might disclose him + to be a Scotchman even, nor was there the least sign of suspicion in + Andrew's manner. The only solution of the mystery that could have + presented itself to him was, that his friends were at the root of it—probably + his son, of whom he knew absolutely nothing. His mother could not be alive + still. Of his wife's relatives there had never been one who would have + taken any trouble about him after her death, hardly even before it. John + Lammie was the only person, except Dr. Anderson, whose friendship he could + suppose capable of this development. The latter was the more likely + person. But he would be too much for him yet; he was not going to be + treated like a child, he said to himself, as often as the devil got + uppermost. + </p> + <p> + My reader must understand that Andrew had never been a man of resolution. + He had been wilful and headstrong; and these qualities, in children + especially, are often mistaken for resolution, and generally go under the + name of strength of will. There never was a greater mistake. The mistake, + indeed, is only excusable from the fact that extremes meet, and that this + disposition is so opposite to the other, that it looks to the careless eye + most like it. He never resisted his own impulses, or the enticements of + evil companions. Kept within certain bounds at home, after he had begun to + go wrong, by the weight of opinion, he rushed into all excesses when + abroad upon business, till at length the vessel of his fortune went to + pieces, and he was a waif on the waters of the world. But in feeling he + had never been vulgar, however much so in action. There was a feeble good + in him that had in part been protected by its very feebleness. He could + not sin so much against it as if it had been strong. For many years he had + fits of shame, and of grief without repentance; for repentance is the + active, the divine part—the turning again; but taking more steadily + both to strong drink and opium, he was at the time when De Fleuri found + him only the dull ghost of Andrew Falconer walking in a dream of its lost + carcass. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0065"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. FATHER AND SON. + </h2> + <p> + Once more Falconer retired, but not to take his violin. He could play no + more. Hope and love were swelling within him. He could not rest. Was it a + sign from heaven that the hour for speech had arrived? He paced up and + down the room. He kneeled and prayed for guidance and help. Something + within urged him to try the rusted lock of his father's heart. Without any + formed resolution, without any conscious volition, he found himself again + in his room. There the old man still sat, with his back to the door, and + his gaze fixed on the fire, which had sunk low in the grate. Robert went + round in front of him, kneeled on the rug before him, and said the one + word, + </p> + <p> + 'Father!' + </p> + <p> + Andrew started violently, raised his hand, which trembled as with a palsy, + to his head, and stared wildly at Robert. But he did not speak. Robert + repeated the one great word. Then Andrew spoke, and said in a trembling, + hardly audible voice, + </p> + <p> + 'Are you my son?—my boy Robert, sir?' + </p> + <p> + 'I am. I am. Oh, father, I have longed for you by day, and dreamed about + you by night, ever since I saw that other boys had fathers, and I had + none. Years and years of my life—I hardly know how many—have + been spent in searching for you. And now I have found you!' + </p> + <p> + The great tall man, in the prime of life and strength, laid his big head + down on the old man's knee, as if he had been a little child. His father + said nothing, but laid his hand on the head. For some moments the two + remained thus, motionless and silent. Andrew was the first to speak. And + his words were the voice of the spirit that striveth with man. + </p> + <p> + 'What am I to do, Robert?' + </p> + <p> + No other words, not even those of passionate sorrow, or overflowing + affection, could have been half so precious in the ears of Robert. When a + man once asks what he is to do, there is hope for him. Robert answered + instantly, + </p> + <p> + 'You must come home to your mother.' + </p> + <p> + 'My mother!' Andrew exclaimed. 'You don't mean to say she's alive?' + </p> + <p> + 'I heard from her yesterday—in her own hand, too,' said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'I daren't. I daren't,' murmured Andrew. + </p> + <p> + 'You must, father,' returned Robert. 'It is a long way, but I will make + the journey easy for you. She knows I have found you. She is waiting and + longing for you. She has hardly thought of anything but you ever since she + lost you. She is only waiting to see you, and then she will go home, she + says. I wrote to her and said, “Grannie, I have found your Andrew.” And + she wrote back to me and said, “God be praised. I shall die in peace.”' + </p> + <p> + A silence followed. + </p> + <p> + 'Will she forgive me?' said Andrew. + </p> + <p> + 'She loves you more than her own soul,' answered Robert. 'She loves you as + much as I do. She loves you as God loves you.' + </p> + <p> + 'God can't love me,' said Andrews, feebly. 'He would never have left me if + he had loved me.' + </p> + <p> + 'He has never left you from the very first. You would not take his way, + father, and he just let you try your own. But long before that he had + begun to get me ready to go after you. He put such love to you in my + heart, and gave me such teaching and such training, that I have found you + at last. And now I have found you, I will hold you. You cannot escape—you + will not want to escape any more, father?' + </p> + <p> + Andrew made no reply to this appeal. It sounded like imprisonment for + life, I suppose. But thought was moving in him. After a long pause, during + which the son's heart was hungering for a word whereon to hang a further + hope, the old man spoke again, muttering as if he were only speaking his + thoughts unconsciously. + </p> + <p> + 'Where's the use? There's no forgiveness for me. My mother is going to + heaven. I must go to hell. No. It's no good. Better leave it as it is. I + daren't see her. It would kill me to see her.' + </p> + <p> + 'It will kill her not to see you; and that will be one sin more on your + conscience, father.' + </p> + <p> + Andrew got up and walked about the room. And Robert only then arose from + his knees. + </p> + <p> + 'And there's my mother,' he said. + </p> + <p> + Andrew did not reply; but Robert saw when he turned next towards the + light, that the sweat was standing in beads on his forehead. + </p> + <p> + 'Father,' he said, going up to him. + </p> + <p> + The old man stopped in his walk, turned, and faced his son. + </p> + <p> + 'Father,' repeated Robert, 'you've got to repent; and God won't let you + off; and you needn't think it. You'll have to repent some day.' + </p> + <p> + 'In hell, Robert,' said Andrew, looking him full in the eyes, as he had + never looked at him before. It seemed as if even so much acknowledgment of + the truth had already made him bolder and honester. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. Either on earth or in hell. Would it not be better on earth?' + </p> + <p> + 'But it will be no use in hell,' he murmured. + </p> + <p> + In those few words lay the germ of the preference for hell of poor souls, + enfeebled by wickedness. They will not have to do anything there—only + to moan and cry and suffer for ever, they think. It is effort, the + out-going of the living will that they dread. The sorrow, the remorse of + repentance, they do not so much regard: it is the action it involves; it + is the having to turn, be different, and do differently, that they shrink + from; and they have been taught to believe that this will not be required + of them there—in that awful refuge of the will-less. I do not say + they think thus: I only say their dim, vague, feeble feelings are such as, + if they grew into thought, would take this form. But tell them that the + fire of God without and within them will compel them to bethink + themselves; that the vision of an open door beyond the smoke and the + flames will ever urge them to call up the ice-bound will, that it may + obey; that the torturing spirit of God in them will keep their consciences + awake, not to remind them of what they ought to have done, but to tell + them what they must do now, and hell will no longer fascinate them. Tell + them that there is no refuge from the compelling Love of God, save that + Love itself—that He is in hell too, and that if they make their bed + in hell they shall not escape him, and then, perhaps, they will have some + true presentiment of the worm that dieth not and the fire that is not + quenched. + </p> + <p> + 'Father, it will be of use in hell,' said Robert. 'God will give you no + rest even there. You will have to repent some day, I do believe—if + not now under the sunshine of heaven, then in the torture of the awful + world where there is no light but that of the conscience. Would it not be + better and easier to repent now, with your wife waiting for you in heaven, + and your mother waiting for you on earth?' + </p> + <p> + Will it be credible to my reader, that Andrew interrupted his son with the + words, + </p> + <p> + 'Robert, it is dreadful to hear you talk like that. Why, you don't believe + in the Bible!' + </p> + <p> + His words will be startling to one who has never heard the lips of a hoary + old sinner drivel out religion. To me they are not so startling as the + words of Christian women and bishops of the Church of England, when they + say that the doctrine of the everlasting happiness of the righteous stands + or falls with the doctrine of the hopeless damnation of the wicked. Can it + be that to such the word is everything, the spirit nothing? No. It is only + that the devil is playing a very wicked prank, not with them, but in them: + they are pluming themselves on being selfish after a godly sort. + </p> + <p> + 'I do believe the Bible, father,' returned Robert, 'and have ordered my + life by it. If I had not believed the Bible, I fear I should never have + looked for you. But I won't dispute about it. I only say I believe that + you will be compelled to repent some day, and that now is the best time. + Then, you will not only have to repent, but to repent that you did not + repent now. And I tell you, father, that you shall go to my grandmother.' + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0066"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. CHANGE OF SCENE. + </h2> + <p> + But various reasons combined to induce Falconer to postpone yet for a + period their journey to the North. Not merely did his father require an + unremitting watchfulness, which it would be difficult to keep up in his + native place amongst old friends and acquaintances, but his health was + more broken than he had at first supposed, and change of air and scene + without excitement was most desirable. He was anxious too that the change + his mother must see in him should be as little as possible attributable to + other causes than those that years bring with them. To this was added that + his own health had begun to suffer from the watching and anxiety he had + gone through, and for his father's sake, as well as for the labour which + yet lay before him, he would keep that as sound as he might. He wrote to + his grandmother and explained the matter. She begged him to do as he + thought best, for she was so happy that she did not care if she should + never see Andrew in this world: it was enough to die in the hope of + meeting him in the other. But she had no reason to fear that death was at + hand; for, although much more frail, she felt as well as ever. + </p> + <p> + By this time Falconer had introduced me to his father. I found him in some + things very like his son; in others, very different. His manners were more + polished; his pleasure in pleasing much greater: his humanity had + blossomed too easily, and then run to seed. Alas, to no seed that could + bear fruit! There was a weak expression about his mouth—a wavering + interrogation: it was so different from the firmly-closed portals whence + issued the golden speech of his son! He had a sly, sidelong look at times, + whether of doubt or cunning, I could not always determine. His eyes, + unlike his son's, were of a light blue, and hazy both in texture and + expression. His hands were long-fingered and tremulous. He gave your hand + a sharp squeeze, and the same instant abandoned it with indifference. I + soon began to discover in him a tendency to patronize any one who showed + him a particle of respect as distinguished from common-place civility. But + under all outward appearances it seemed to me that there was a change + going on: at least being very willing to believe it, I found nothing to + render belief impossible. + </p> + <p> + He was very fond of the flute his son had given him, and on that sweetest + and most expressionless of instruments he played exquisitely. + </p> + <p> + One evening when I called to see them, Falconer said, + </p> + <p> + 'We are going out of town for a few weeks, Gordon: will you go with us?' + </p> + <p> + 'I am afraid I can't.' + </p> + <p> + 'Why? You have no teaching at present, and your writing you can do as well + in the country as in town.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is true; but still I don't see how I can. I am too poor for one + thing.' + </p> + <p> + 'Between you and me that is nonsense.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, I withdraw that,' I said. 'But there is so much to be done, + specially as you will be away, and Miss St John is at the Lakes.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is all very true; but you need a change. I have seen for some weeks + that you are failing. Mind, it is our best work that He wants, not the + dregs of our exhaustion. I hope you are not of the mind of our friend Mr. + Watts, the curate of St. Gregory's.' + </p> + <p> + 'I thought you had a high opinion of Mr. Watts,' I returned. + </p> + <p> + 'So I have. I hope it is not necessary to agree with a man in everything + before we can have a high opinion of him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course not. But what is it you hope I am not of his opinion in?' + </p> + <p> + 'He seems ambitious of killing himself with work—of wearing himself + out in the service of his master—and as quickly as possible. A good + deal of that kind of thing is a mere holding of the axe to the grindstone, + not a lifting of it up against thick trees. Only he won't be convinced + till it comes to the helve. I met him the other day; he was looking as + white as his surplice. I took upon me to read him a lecture on the + holiness of holidays. “I can't leave my poor,” he said. “Do you think God + can't do without you?” I asked. “Is he so weak that he cannot spare the + help of a weary man? But I think he must prefer quality to quantity, and + for healthy work you must be healthy yourself. How can you be the visible + sign of the Christ-present amongst men, if you inhabit an exhausted, + irritable brain? Go to God's infirmary and rest a while. Bring back health + from the country to those that cannot go to it. If on the way it be + transmuted into spiritual forms, so much the better. A little more of God + will make up for a good deal less of you.”' + </p> + <p> + 'What did he say to that?' + </p> + <p> + 'He said our Lord died doing the will of his Father. I told him—“Yes, + when his time was come, not sooner. Besides, he often avoided both speech + and action.” “Yes,” he answered, “but he could tell when, and we cannot.” + “Therefore,” I rejoined, “you ought to accept your exhaustion as a token + that your absence will be the best thing for your people. If there were no + God, then perhaps you ought to work till you drop down dead—I don't + know.”' + </p> + <p> + 'Is he gone yet?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. He won't go. I couldn't persuade him.' + </p> + <p> + 'When do you go?' + </p> + <p> + 'To-morrow.' + </p> + <p> + 'I shall be ready, if you really mean it.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's an if worthy only of a courtier. There may be much virtue in an + if, as Touchstone says, for the taking up of a quarrel; but that if is bad + enough to breed one,' said Falconer, laughing. 'Be at the Paddington + Station at noon to-morrow. To tell the whole truth, I want you to help me + with my father.' + </p> + <p> + This last was said at the door as he showed me out. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon we were nearing Bristol. It was a lovely day in October. + Andrew had been enjoying himself; but it was evidently rather the pleasure + of travelling in a first-class carriage like a gentleman than any delight + in the beauty of heaven and earth. The country was in the rich sombre + dress of decay. + </p> + <p> + 'Is it not remarkable,' said my friend to me, 'that the older I grow, I + find autumn affecting me the more like spring?' + </p> + <p> + 'I am thankful to say,' interposed Andrew, with a smile in which was + mingled a shade of superiority, 'that no change of the seasons ever + affects me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Are you sure you are right in being thankful for that, father?' asked his + son. + </p> + <p> + His father gazed at him for a moment, seemed to bethink himself after some + feeble fashion or other, and rejoined, + </p> + <p> + 'Well, I must confess I did feel a touch of the rheumatism this morning.' + </p> + <p> + How I pitied Falconer! Would he ever see of the travail of his soul in + this man? But he only smiled a deep sweet smile, and seemed to be thinking + divine things in that great head of his. + </p> + <p> + At Bristol we went on board a small steamer, and at night were landed at a + little village on the coast of North Devon. The hotel to which we went was + on the steep bank of a tumultuous little river, which tumbled past its + foundation of rock, like a troop of watery horses galloping by with + ever-dissolving limbs. The elder Falconer retired almost as soon as we had + had supper. My friend and I lighted our pipes, and sat by the open window, + for although the autumn was so far advanced, the air here was very mild. + For some time we only listened to the sound of the waters. + </p> + <p> + 'There are three things,' said Falconer at last, taking his pipe out of + his mouth with a smile, 'that give a peculiarly perfect feeling of + abandonment: the laughter of a child; a snake lying across a fallen + branch; and the rush of a stream like this beneath us, whose only thought + is to get to the sea.' + </p> + <p> + We did not talk much that night, however, but went soon to bed. None of us + slept well. We agreed in the morning that the noise of the stream had been + too much for us all, and that the place felt close and torpid. Andrew + complained that the ceaseless sound wearied him, and Robert that he felt + the aimless endlessness of it more than was good for him. I confess it + irritated me like an anodyne unable to soothe. We were clearly all in want + of something different. The air between the hills clung to them, hot and + moveless. We would climb those hills, and breathe the air that flitted + about over their craggy tops. + </p> + <p> + As soon as we had breakfasted, we set out. It was soon evident that Andrew + could not ascend the steep road. We returned and got a carriage. When we + reached the top, it was like a resurrection, like a dawning of hope out of + despair. The cool friendly wind blew on our faces, and breathed strength + into our frames. Before us lay the ocean, the visible type of the + invisible, and the vessels with their white sails moved about over it like + the thoughts of men feebly searching the unknown. Even Andrew Falconer + spread out his arms to the wind, and breathed deep, filling his great + chest full. + </p> + <p> + 'I feel like a boy again,' he said. + </p> + <p> + His son strode to his side, and laid his arm over his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + 'So do I, father,' he returned; 'but it is because I have got you.' + </p> + <p> + The old man turned and looked at him with a tenderness I had never seen on + his face before. As soon as I saw that, I no longer doubted that he could + be saved. + </p> + <p> + We found rooms in a farm-house on the topmost height. + </p> + <p> + 'These are poor little hills, Falconer,' I said. 'Yet they help one like + mountains.' + </p> + <p> + 'The whole question is,' he returned, 'whether they are high enough to + lift you out of the dirt. Here we are in the airs of heaven—that is + all we need.' + </p> + <p> + 'They make me think how often, amongst the country people of Scotland, I + have wondered at the clay-feet upon which a golden head of wisdom stood! + What poor needs, what humble aims, what a narrow basement generally, was + sufficient to support the statues of pure-eyed Faith and white-handed + Hope.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes,' said Falconer: 'he who is faithful over a few things is a lord of + cities. It does not matter whether you preach in Westminster Abbey, or + teach a ragged class, so you be faithful. The faithfulness is all.' + </p> + <p> + After an early dinner we went out for a walk, but we did not go far before + we sat down upon the grass. Falconer laid himself at full length and gazed + upwards. + </p> + <p> + 'When I look like this into the blue sky,' he said, after a moment's + silence, 'it seems so deep, so peaceful, so full of a mysterious + tenderness, that I could lie for centuries, and wait for the dawning of + the face of God out of the awful loving-kindness.' + </p> + <p> + I had never heard Falconer talk of his own present feelings in this + manner; but glancing at the face of his father with a sense of his + unfitness to hear such a lofty utterance, I saw at once that it was for + his sake that he had thus spoken. The old man had thrown himself back too, + and was gazing into the sky, puzzling himself, I could see, to comprehend + what his son could mean. I fear he concluded, for the time, that Robert + was not gifted with the amount of common-sense belonging of right to the + Falconer family, and that much religion had made him a dreamer. Still, I + thought I could see a kind of awe pass like a spiritual shadow across his + face as he gazed into the blue gulfs over him. No one can detect the first + beginnings of any life, and those of spiritual emotion must more than any + lie beyond our ken: there is infinite room for hope. Falconer said no + more. We betook ourselves early within doors, and he read King Lear to us, + expounding the spiritual history of the poor old king after a fashion I + had never conceived—showing us how the said history was all + compressed, as far as human eye could see of it, into the few months that + elapsed between his abdication and his death; how in that short time he + had to learn everything that he ought to have been learning all his life; + and how, because he had put it off so long, the lessons that had then to + be given him were awfully severe. + </p> + <p> + I thought what a change it was for the old man to lift his head into the + air of thought and life, out of the sloughs of misery in which he had been + wallowing for years. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0067"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. IN THE COUNTRY. + </h2> + <p> + The next morning Falconer, who knew the country, took us out for a drive. + We passed through lanes and gates out upon all open moor, where he stopped + the carriage, and led us a few yards on one side. Suddenly, hundreds of + feet below us, down what seemed an almost precipitous descent, we saw the + wood-embosomed, stream-trodden valley we had left the day before. Enough + had been cleft and scooped seawards out of the lofty table-land to give + room for a few little conical hills with curious peaks of bare rock. At + the bases of these hills flowed noisily two or three streams, which joined + in one, and trotted out to sea over rocks and stones. The hills and the + sides of the great cleft were half of them green with grass, and half of + them robed in the autumnal foliage of thick woods. By the streams and in + the woods nestled pretty houses; and away at the mouth of the valley and + the stream lay the village. All around, on our level, stretched farm and + moorland. + </p> + <p> + When Andrew Falconer stood so unexpectedly on the verge of the steep + descent, he trembled and started back with fright. His son made him sit + down a little way off, where yet we could see into the valley. The sun was + hot, the air clear and mild, and the sea broke its blue floor into + innumerable sparkles of radiance. We sat for a while in silence. + </p> + <p> + 'Are you sure,' I said, in the hope of setting my friend talking, 'that + there is no horrid pool down there? no half-trampled thicket, with broken + pottery and shreds of tin lying about? no dead carcass, or dirty cottage, + with miserable wife and greedy children? When I was a child, I knew a + lovely place that I could not half enjoy, because, although hidden from my + view, an ugly stagnation, half mud, half water, lay in a certain spot + below me. When I had to pass it, I used to creep by with a kind of dull + terror, mingled with hopeless disgust, and I have never got over the + feeling.' + </p> + <p> + 'You remind me much of a friend of mine of whom I have spoken to you + before,' said Falconer, 'Eric Ericson. I have shown you many of his + verses, but I don't think I ever showed you one little poem containing an + expression of the same feeling. I think I can repeat it. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'Some men there are who cannot spare + A single tear until they feel + The last cold pressure, and the heel + Is stamped upon the outmost layer. + + And, waking, some will sigh to think + The clouds have borrowed winter's wing— + Sad winter when the grasses spring + No more about the fountain's brink. + + And some would call me coward-fool: + I lay a claim to better blood; + But yet a heap of idle mud + Hath power to make me sorrowful. +</pre> + <p> + I sat thinking over the verses, for I found the feeling a little difficult + to follow, although the last stanza was plain enough. Falconer resumed. + </p> + <p> + 'I think this is as likely as any place,' he said, 'to be free of such + physical blots. For the moral I cannot say. But I have learned, I hope, + not to be too fastidious—I mean so as to be unjust to the whole + because of the part. The impression made by a whole is just as true as the + result of an analysis, and is greater and more valuable in every respect. + If we rejoice in the beauty of the whole, the other is sufficiently + forgotten. For moral ugliness, it ceases to distress in proportion as we + labour to remove it, and regard it in its true relations to all that + surrounds it. There is an old legend which I dare say you know. The + Saviour and his disciples were walking along the way, when they came upon + a dead dog. The disciples did not conceal their disgust. The Saviour said: + “How white its teeth are!”' + </p> + <p> + 'That is very beautiful,' I rejoined. 'Thank God for that. It is true, + whether invented or not. But,' I added, 'it does not quite answer to the + question about which we have been talking. The Lord got rid of the pain of + the ugliness by finding the beautiful in it.' + </p> + <p> + 'It does correspond, however, I think, in principle,' returned Falconer; + 'only it goes much farther, making the exceptional beauty hallow the + general ugliness—which is the true way, for beauty is life, and + therefore infinitely deeper and more powerful than ugliness which is + death. “A dram of sweet,” says Spenser, “is worth a pound of sour.”' + </p> + <p> + It was so delightful to hear him talk—for what he said was not only + far finer than my record of it, but the whole man spoke as well as his + mouth—that I sought to start him again. + </p> + <p> + 'I wish,' I said, 'that I could see things as you do—in great masses + of harmonious unity. I am only able to see a truth sparkling here and + there, and to try to lay hold of it. When I aim at more, I am like Noah's + dove, without a place to rest the sole of my foot.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is the only way to begin. Leave the large vision to itself, and look + well after your sparkles. You will find them grow and gather and unite, + until you are afloat on a sea of radiance—with cloud shadows no + doubt.' + </p> + <p> + 'And yet,' I resumed, 'I never seem to have room.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is just why.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I feel that I cannot find it. I know that if I fly to that bounding + cape on the far horizon there, I shall only find a place—a place to + want another in. There is no fortunate island out on that sea.' + </p> + <p> + 'I fancy,' said Falconer, 'that until a man loves space, he will never be + at peace in a place. At least so I have found it. I am content if you but + give me room. All space to me throbs with being and life; and the + loveliest spot on the earth seems but the compression of space till the + meaning shines out of it, as the fire flies out of the air when you drive + it close together. To seek place after place for freedom, is a constant + effort to flee from space, and a vain one, for you are ever haunted by the + need of it, and therefore when you seek most to escape it, fancy that you + love it and want it.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are getting too mystical for me now,' I said. 'I am not able to + follow you.' + </p> + <p> + 'I fear I was on the point of losing myself. At all events I can go no + further now. And indeed I fear I have been but skirting the Limbo of + Vanities.' + </p> + <p> + He rose, for we could both see that this talk was not in the least + interesting to our companion. We got again into the carriage, which, by + Falconer's orders, was turned and driven in the opposite direction, still + at no great distance from the lofty edge of the heights that rose above + the shore. + </p> + <p> + We came at length to a lane bounded with stone walls, every stone of which + had its moss and every chink its fern. The lane grew more and more grassy; + the walls vanished; and the track faded away into a narrow winding valley, + formed by the many meeting curves of opposing hills. They were green to + the top with sheep-grass, and spotted here and there with patches of fern, + great stones, and tall withered foxgloves. The air was sweet and + healthful, and Andrew evidently enjoyed it because it reminded him again + of his boyhood. The only sound we heard was the tinkle of a few tender + sheep-bells, and now and then the tremulous bleating of a sheep. With a + gentle winding, the valley led us into a more open portion of itself, + where the old man paused with a look of astonished pleasure. + </p> + <p> + Before us, seaward, rose a rampart against the sky, like the turreted and + embattled wall of a huge eastern city, built of loose stones piled high, + and divided by great peaky rocks. In the centre rose above them all one + solitary curiously-shaped mass, one of the oddest peaks of the Himmalays + in miniature. From its top on the further side was a sheer descent to the + waters far below the level of the valley from which it immediately rose. + It was altogether a strange freaky fantastic place, not without its + grandeur. It looked like the remains of a frolic of the Titans, or rather + as if reared by the boys and girls, while their fathers and mothers 'lay + stretched out huge in length,' and in breadth too, upon the slopes around, + and laughed thunderously at the sportive invention of their sons and + daughters. Falconer helped his father up to the edge of the rampart that + he might look over. Again he started back, 'afraid of that which was + high,' for the lowly valley was yet at a great height above the diminished + waves. On the outside of the rampart ran a narrow path whence the green + hill-side went down steep to the sea. The gulls were screaming far below + us; we could see the little flying streaks of white. Beyond was the great + ocean. A murmurous sound came up from its shore. + </p> + <p> + We descended and seated ourselves on the short springy grass of a little + mound at the foot of one of the hills, where it sank slowly, like the + dying gush of a wave, into the hollowest centre of the little vale. + </p> + <p> + 'Everything tends to the cone-shape here,' said Falconer,—'the + oddest and at the same time most wonderful of mathematical figures.' + </p> + <p> + 'Is it not strange,' I said, 'that oddity and wonder should come so near?' + </p> + <p> + 'They often do in the human world as well,' returned he. 'Therefore it is + not strange that Shelley should have been so fond of this place. It is + told of him that repeated sketches of the spot were found on the covers of + his letters. I know nothing more like Shelley's poetry than this valley—wildly + fantastic and yet beautiful—as if a huge genius were playing at + grandeur, and producing little models of great things. But there is one + grand thing I want to show you a little further on.' + </p> + <p> + We rose, and walked out of the valley on the other side, along the lofty + coast. When we reached a certain point, Falconer stood and requested us to + look as far as we could, along the cliffs to the face of the last of them. + </p> + <p> + 'What do you see?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'A perpendicular rock, going right down into the blue waters,' I answered. + </p> + <p> + 'Look at it: what is the outline of it like? Whose face is it?' + </p> + <p> + 'Shakspere's, by all that is grand!' I cried. + </p> + <p> + 'So it is,' said Andrew. + </p> + <p> + 'Right. Now I'll tell you what I would do. If I were very rich, and there + were no poor people in the country, I would give a commission to some + great sculptor to attack that rock and work out its suggestion. Then, if I + had any money left, we should find one for Bacon, and one for Chaucer, and + one for Milton; and, as we are about it, we may fancy as many more as we + like; so that from the bounding rocks of our island, the memorial faces of + our great brothers should look abroad over the seas into the infinite sky + beyond.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, now,' said the elder, 'I think it is grander as it is.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are quite right, father,' said Robert. 'And so with many of our + fancies for perfecting God's mighty sketches, which he only can finish.' + </p> + <p> + Again we seated ourselves and looked out over the waves. + </p> + <p> + 'I have never yet heard,' I said, 'how you managed with that poor girl + that wanted to drown herself—on Westminster Bridge, I mean—that + night, you remember.' + </p> + <p> + 'Miss St. John has got her in her own house at present. She has given her + those two children we picked up at the door of the public-house to take + care of. Poor little darlings! they are bringing back the life in her + heart already. There is actually a little colour in her cheek—the + dawn, I trust, of the eternal life. That is Miss St. John's way. As often + as she gets hold of a poor hopeless woman, she gives her a motherless + child. It is wonderful what the childless woman and motherless child do + for each other.' + </p> + <p> + 'I was much amused the other day with the lecture one of the police + magistrates gave a poor creature who was brought before him for attempting + to drown herself. He did give her a sovereign out of the poor box, + though.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, that might just tide her over the shoal of self-destruction,' said + Falconer. 'But I cannot help doubting whether any one has a right to + prevent a suicide from carrying out his purpose, who is not prepared to do + a good deal more for him than that. What would you think of the man who + snatched the loaf from a hungry thief, threw it back into the baker's + cart, and walked away to his club-dinner? Harsh words of rebuke, and the + threat of severe punishment upon a second attempt—what are they to + the wretch weary of life? To some of them the kindest punishment would be + to hang them for it. It is something else than punishment that they need. + If the comfortable alderman had but “a feeling of their afflictions,” felt + in himself for a moment how miserable he must be, what a waste of despair + must be in his heart, before he would do it himself, before the awful + river would appear to him a refuge from the upper air, he would change his + tone. I fear he regards suicide chiefly as a burglarious entrance into the + premises of the respectable firm of Vension, Port, & Co.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you mustn't be too hard upon him, Falconer; for if his God is his + belly, how can he regard suicide as other than the most awful sacrilege?' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course not. His well-fed divinity gives him one great commandment: + “Thou shalt love thyself with all thy heart. The great breach is to hurt + thyself—worst of all to send thyself away from the land of luncheons + and dinners, to the country of thought and vision.” But, alas! he does not + reflect on the fact that the god Belial does not feed all his votaries; + that he has his elect; that the altar of his inner-temple too often smokes + with no sacrifice of which his poor meagre priests may partake. They must + uphold the Divinity which has been good to them, and not suffer his + worship to fall into disrepute.' + </p> + <p> + 'Really, Robert,' said his father, 'I am afraid to think what you will + come to. You will end in denying there is a God at all. You don't believe + in hell, and now you justify suicide. Really—I must say—to say + the least of it—I have not been accustomed to hear such things.' + </p> + <p> + The poor old man looked feebly righteous at his wicked son. I verily + believe he was concerned for his eternal fate. Falconer gave a pleased + glance at me, and for a moment said nothing. Then he began, with a kind of + logical composure: + </p> + <p> + 'In the first place, father, I do not believe in such a God as some people + say they believe in. Their God is but an idol of the heathen, modified + with a few Christian qualities. For hell, I don't believe there is any + escape from it but by leaving hellish things behind. For suicide, I do not + believe it is wicked because it hurts yourself, but I do believe it is + very wicked. I only want to put it on its own right footing.' + </p> + <p> + 'And pray what do you consider its right footing?' + </p> + <p> + 'My dear father, I recognize no duty as owing to a man's self. There is + and can be no such thing. I am and can be under no obligation to myself. + The whole thing is a fiction, and of evil invention. It comes from the + upper circles of the hell of selfishness. Or, perhaps, it may with some be + merely a form of metaphysical mistake; but an untruth it is. Then for the + duty we do owe to other people: how can we expect the men or women who + have found life to end, as it seems to them, in a dunghill of misery—how + can we expect such to understand any obligation to live for the sake of + the general others, to no individual of whom, possibly, do they bear an + endurable relation? What remains?—The grandest, noblest duty from + which all other duty springs: the duty to the possible God. Mind, I say + possible God, for I judge it the first of my duties towards my neighbour + to regard his duty from his position, not from mine.' + </p> + <p> + 'But,' said I, 'how would you bring that duty to bear on the mind of a + suicide?' + </p> + <p> + 'I think some of the tempted could understand it, though I fear not one of + those could who judge them hardly, and talk sententiously of the wrong + done to a society which has done next to nothing for her, by the poor, + starved, refused, husband-tortured wretch perhaps, who hurries at last to + the might of the filthy flowing river which, the one thread of hope in the + web of despair, crawls through the city of death. What should I say to + him? I should say: “God liveth: thou art not thine own but his. Bear thy + hunger, thy horror in his name. I in his name will help thee out of them, + as I may. To go before he calleth thee, is to say 'Thou forgettest,' unto + him who numbereth the hairs of thy head. Stand out in the cold and the + sleet and the hail of this world, O son of man, till thy Father open the + door and call thee. Yea, even if thou knowest him not, stand and wait, + lest there should be, after all, such a loving and tender one, who, for + the sake of a good with which thou wilt be all-content, and without which + thou never couldst be content, permits thee there to stand—for a + time—long to his sympathizing as well as to thy suffering heart.”' + </p> + <p> + Here Falconer paused, and when he spoke again it was from the ordinary + level of conversation. Indeed I fancied that he was a little uncomfortable + at the excitement into which his feelings had borne him. + </p> + <p> + 'Not many of them could understand this, I dare say: but I think most of + them could feel it without understanding it. Certainly the “belly with + good capon lined” will neither understand nor feel it. Suicide is a sin + against God, I repeat, not a crime over which human laws have any hold. In + regard to such, man has a duty alone—that, namely, of making it + possible for every man to live. And where the dread of death is not + sufficient to deter, what can the threat of punishment do? Or what great + thing is gained if it should succeed? What agonies a man must have gone + through in whom neither the horror of falling into such a river, nor of + the knife in the flesh instinct with life, can extinguish the vague + longing to wrap up his weariness in an endless sleep!' + </p> + <p> + 'But,' I remarked, 'you would, I fear, encourage the trade in suicide. + Your kindness would be terribly abused. What would you do with the + pretended suicides?' + </p> + <p> + 'Whip them, for trifling with and trading upon the feelings of their + kind.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then you would drive them to suicide in earnest.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then they might be worth something, which they were not before.' + </p> + <p> + 'We are a great deal too humane for that now-a-days, I fear. We don't like + hurting people.' + </p> + <p> + 'No. We are infested with a philanthropy which is the offspring of our + mammon-worship. But surely our tender mercies are cruel. We don't like to + hang people, however unfit they may be to live amongst their fellows. A + weakling pity will petition for the life of the worst murderer—but + for what? To keep him alive in a confinement as like their notion of hell + as they dare to make it—namely, a place whence all the sweet + visitings of the grace of God are withdrawn, and the man has not a chance, + so to speak, of growing better. In this hell of theirs they will even + pamper his beastly body.' + </p> + <p> + 'They have the chaplain to visit them.' + </p> + <p> + 'I pity the chaplain, cut off in his labours from all the aids which God's + world alone can give for the teaching of these men. Human beings have not + the right to inflict such cruel punishment upon their fellow-man. It + springs from a cowardly shrinking from responsibility, and from mistrust + of the mercy of God;—perhaps first of all from an over-valuing of + the mere life of the body. Hanging is tenderness itself to such a + punishment.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think you are hardly fair, though, Falconer. It is the fear of sending + them to hell that prevents them from hanging them.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes. You are right, I dare say. They are not of David's mind, who would + rather fall into the hands of God than of men. They think their hell is + not so hard as his, and may be better for them. But I must not, as you + say, forget that they do believe their everlasting fate hangs upon their + hands, for if God once gets his hold of them by death, they are lost for + ever.' + </p> + <p> + 'But the chaplain may awake them to a sense of their sins.' + </p> + <p> + 'I do not think it is likely that talk will do what the discipline of life + has not done. It seems to me, on the contrary, that the clergyman has no + commission to rouse people to a sense of their sins. That is not his work. + He is far more likely to harden them by any attempt in that direction. + Every man does feel his sins, though he often does not know it. To turn + his attention away from what he does feel by trying to rouse in him + feelings which are impossible to him in his present condition, is to do + him a great wrong. The clergyman has the message of salvation, not of sin, + to give. Whatever oppression is on a man, whatever trouble, whatever + conscious something that comes between him and the blessedness of life, is + his sin; for whatever is not of faith is sin; and from all this He came to + save us. Salvation alone can rouse in us a sense of our sinfulness. One + must have got on a good way before he can be sorry for his sins. There is + no condition of sorrow laid down as necessary to forgiveness. Repentance + does not mean sorrow: it means turning away from the sins. Every man can + do that, more or less. And that every man must do. The sorrow will come + afterwards, all in good time. Jesus offers to take us out of our own hands + into his, if we will only obey him.' + </p> + <p> + The eyes of the old man were fixed on his son as he spoke. He did seem to + be thinking. I could almost fancy that a glimmer of something like hope + shone in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + It was time to go home, and we were nearly silent all the way. + </p> + <p> + The next morning was so wet that we could not go out, and had to amuse + ourselves as we best might in-doors. But Falconer's resources never + failed. He gave us this day story after story about the poor people he had + known. I could see that his object was often to get some truth into his + father's mind without exposing it to rejection by addressing it directly + to himself; and few subjects could be more fitted for affording such + opportunity than his experiences among the poor. + </p> + <p> + The afternoon was still rainy and misty. In the evening I sought to lead + the conversation towards the gospel-story; and then Falconer talked as I + never heard him talk before. No little circumstance in the narratives + appeared to have escaped him. He had thought about everything, as it + seemed to me. He had looked under the surface everywhere, and found truth—mines + of it—under all the upper soil of the story. The deeper he dug the + richer seemed the ore. This was combined with the most pictorial + apprehension of every outward event, which he treated as if it had been + described to him by the lips of an eye-witness. The whole thing lived in + his words and thoughts. + </p> + <p> + 'When anything looks strange, you must look the deeper,' he would say. + </p> + <p> + At the close of one of our fits of talk, he rose and went to the window. + </p> + <p> + 'Come here,' he said, after looking for a moment. + </p> + <p> + All day a dropping cloud had filled the space below, so that the hills on + the opposite side of the valley were hidden, and the whole of the sea, + near as it was. But when we went to the window we found that a great + change had silently taken place. The mist continued to veil the sky, and + it clung to the tops of the hills; but, like the rising curtain of a + stage, it had rolled half-way up from their bases, revealing a great part + of the sea and shore, and half of a cliff on the opposite side of the + valley: this, in itself of a deep red, was now smitten by the rays of the + setting sun, and glowed over the waters a splendour of carmine. As we + gazed, the vaporous curtain sank upon the shore, and the sun sank under + the waves, and the sad gray evening closed in the weeping night, and + clouds and darkness swathed the weary earth. For doubtless the earth needs + its night as well as the creatures that live thereon. + </p> + <p> + In the morning the rain had ceased, but the clouds remained. But they were + high in the heavens now, and, like a departing sorrow, revealed the + outline and form which had appeared before as an enveloping vapour of + universal and shapeless evil. The mist was now far enough off to be seen + and thought about. It was clouds now—no longer mist and rain. And I + thought how at length the evils of the world would float away, and we + should see what it was that made it so hard for us to believe and be at + peace. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon the sky had partially cleared, but clouds hid the sun as + he sank towards the west. We walked out. A cold autumnal wind blew, not + only from the twilight of the dying day, but from the twilight of the + dying season. A sorrowful hopeless wind it seemed, full of the odours of + dead leaves—those memories of green woods, and of damp earth—the + bare graves of the flowers. Would the summer ever come again? + </p> + <p> + We were pacing in silence along a terraced walk which overhung the shore + far below. More here than from the hilltop we seemed to look immediately + into space, not even a parapet intervening betwixt us and the ocean. The + sound of a mournful lyric, never yet sung, was in my brain; it drew nearer + to my mental grasp; but ere it alighted, its wings were gone, and it fell + dead on my consciousness. Its meaning was this: 'Welcome, Requiem of + Nature. Let me share in thy Requiescat. Blow, wind of mournful memories. + Let us moan together. No one taketh from us the joy of our sorrow. We may + mourn as we will.' + </p> + <p> + But while I brooded thus, behold a wonder! The mass about the sinking sun + broke up, and drifted away in cloudy bergs, as if scattered on the + diverging currents of solar radiance that burst from the gates of the + west, and streamed east and north and south over the heavens and over the + sea. To the north, these masses built a cloudy bridge across the sky from + horizon to horizon, and beneath it shone the rosy-sailed ships floating + stately through their triumphal arch up the channel to their home. Other + clouds floated stately too in the upper sea over our heads, with dense + forms, thinning into vaporous edges. Some were of a dull angry red; some + of as exquisite a primrose hue as ever the flower itself bore on its + bosom; and betwixt their edges beamed out the sweetest, purest, most + melting, most transparent blue, the heavenly blue which is the symbol of + the spirit as red is of the heart. I think I never saw a blue to satisfy + me before. Some of these clouds threw shadows of many-shaded purple upon + the green sea; and from one of the shadows, so dark and so far out upon + the glooming horizon that it looked like an island, arose as from a pier, + a wondrous structure of dim, fairy colours, a multitude of rainbow-ends, + side by side, that would have spanned the heavens with a gorgeous arch, + but failed from the very grandeur of the idea, and grew up only a few + degrees against the clouded west. I stood rapt. The two Falconers were at + some distance before me, walking arm in arm. They stood and gazed + likewise. It was as if God had said to the heavens and the earth and the + chord of the seven colours, 'Comfort ye, comfort ye my people.' And I said + to my soul, 'Let the tempest rave in the world; let sorrow wail like a + sea-bird in the midst thereof; and let thy heart respond to her shivering + cry; but the vault of heaven encloses the tempest and the shrieking bird + and the echoing heart; and the sun of God's countenance can with one + glance from above change the wildest winter day into a summer evening + compact of poets' dreams.' + </p> + <p> + My companions were walking up over the hill. I could see that Falconer was + earnestly speaking in his father's ear. The old man's head was bent + towards the earth. I kept away. They made a turn from home. I still + followed at a distance. The evening began to grow dark. The autumn wind + met us again, colder, stronger, yet more laden with the odours of death + and the frosts of the coming winter. But it no longer blew as from the + charnel-house of the past; it blew from the stars through the chinks of + the unopened door on the other side of the sepulchre. It was a wind of the + worlds, not a wind of the leaves. It told of the march of the spheres, and + the rest of the throne of God. We were going on into the universe—home + to the house of our Father. Mighty adventure! Sacred repose! And as I + followed the pair, one great star throbbed and radiated over my head. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0068"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. THREE GENERATIONS. + </h2> + <p> + The next week I went back to my work, leaving the father and son alone + together. Before I left, I could see plainly enough that the bonds were + being drawn closer between them. A whole month passed before they returned + to London. The winter then had set in with unusual severity. But it seemed + to bring only health to the two men. When I saw Andrew next, there was + certainly a marked change upon him. Light had banished the haziness from + his eye, and his step was a good deal firmer. I can hardly speak of more + than the physical improvement, for I saw very little of him now. Still I + did think I could perceive more of judgment in his face, as if he + sometimes weighed things in his mind. But it was plain that Robert + continued very careful not to let him a moment out of his knowledge. He + busied him with the various sights of London, for Andrew, although he knew + all its miseries well, had never yet been inside Westminster Abbey. If he + could only trust him enough to get him something to do! But what was he + fit for? To try him, he proposed once that he should write some account of + what he had seen and learned in his wanderings; but the evident distress + with which he shrunk from the proposal was grateful to the eyes and heart + of his son. + </p> + <p> + It was almost the end of the year when a letter arrived from John Lammie, + informing Robert that his grandmother had caught a violent cold, and that, + although the special symptoms had disappeared, it was evident her strength + was sinking fast, and that she would not recover. + </p> + <p> + He read the letter to his father. + </p> + <p> + 'We must go and see her, Robert, my boy,' said Andrew. + </p> + <p> + It was the first time that he had shown the smallest desire to visit her. + Falconer rose with glad heart, and proceeded at once to make arrangements + for their journey. + </p> + <p> + It was a cold, powdery afternoon in January, with the snow thick on the + ground, save where the little winds had blown the crown of the street bare + before Mrs. Falconer's house. A post-chaise with four horses swept wearily + round the corner, and pulled up at her door. Betty opened it, and revealed + an old withered face very sorrowful, and yet expectant. Falconer's + feelings I dare not, Andrew's I cannot attempt to describe, as they + stepped from the chaise and entered. Betty led the way without a word into + the little parlour. Robert went next, with long quiet strides, and Andrew + followed with gray, bowed head. Grannie was not in her chair. The doors + which during the day concealed the bed in which she slept, were open, and + there lay the aged woman with her eyes closed. The room was as it had + always been, only there seemed a filmy shadow in it that had not been + there before. + </p> + <p> + 'She's deein', sir,' whispered Betty. 'Ay is she. Och hone!' + </p> + <p> + Robert took his father's hand, and led him towards the bed. They drew nigh + softly, and bent over the withered, but not even yet very wrinkled face. + The smooth, white, soft hands lay on the sheet, which was folded back over + her bosom. She was asleep, or rather, she slumbered. + </p> + <p> + But the soul of the child began to grow in the withered heart of the old + man as he regarded his older mother, and as it grew it forced the tears to + his eyes, and the words to his lips. + </p> + <p> + 'Mother!' he said, and her eyelids rose at once. He stooped to kiss her, + with the tears rolling down his face. The light of heaven broke and + flashed from her aged countenance. She lifted her weak hands, took his + head, and held it to her bosom. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh! the bonnie gray heid!' she said, and burst into a passion of weeping. + She had kept some tears for the last. Now she would spend all that her + griefs had left her. But there came a pause in her sobs, though not in her + weeping, and then she spoke. + </p> + <p> + 'I kent it a' the time, O Lord. I kent it a' the time. He's come hame. My + Anerew, my Anerew! I'm as happy 's a bairn. O Lord! O Lord!' + </p> + <p> + And she burst again into sobs, and entered paradise in radiant weeping. + </p> + <p> + Her hands sank away from his head, and when her son gazed in her face he + saw that she was dead. She had never looked at Robert. + </p> + <p> + The two men turned towards each other. Robert put out his arms. His father + laid his head on his bosom, and went on weeping. Robert held him to his + heart. + </p> + <p> + When shall a man dare to say that God has done all he can? + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0069"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. THE WHOLE STORY. + </h2> + <p> + The men laid their mother's body with those of the generations that had + gone before her, beneath the long grass in their country churchyard near + Rothieden—a dreary place, one accustomed to trim cemeteries and + sentimental wreaths would call it—to Falconer's mind so friendly to + the forsaken dust, because it lapt it in sweet oblivion. + </p> + <p> + They returned to the dreary house, and after a simple meal such as both + had used to partake of in their boyhood, they sat by the fire, Andrew in + his mother's chair, Robert in the same chair in which he had learned his + Sallust and written his versions. Andrew sat for a while gazing into the + fire, and Robert sat watching his face, where in the last few months a + little feeble fatherhood had begun to dawn. + </p> + <p> + 'It was there, father, that grannie used to sit, every day, sometimes + looking in the fire for hours, thinking about you, I know,' Robert said at + length. + </p> + <p> + Andrew stirred uneasily in his chair. + </p> + <p> + 'How do you know that?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'If there was one thing I could be sure of, it was when grannie was + thinking about you, father. Who wouldn't have known it, father, when her + lips were pressed together, as if she had some dreadful pain to bear, and + her eyes were looking away through the fire—so far away! and I would + speak to her three times before she would answer? She lived only to think + about God and you, father. God and you came very close together in her + mind. Since ever I can remember, almost, the thought of you was just the + one thing in this house.' + </p> + <p> + Then Robert began at the beginning of his memory, and told his father all + that he could remember. When he came to speak about his solitary musings + in the garret, he said—and long before he reached this part, he had + relapsed into his mother tongue: + </p> + <p> + 'Come and luik at the place, father. I want to see 't again, mysel'.' + </p> + <p> + He rose. His father yielded and followed him. Robert got a candle in the + kitchen, and the two big men climbed the little narrow stair and stood in + the little sky of the house, where their heads almost touched the ceiling. + </p> + <p> + 'I sat upo' the flure there,' said Robert, 'an' thoucht and thoucht what I + wad du to get ye, father, and what I wad du wi' ye whan I had gotten ye. I + wad greit whiles, 'cause ither laddies had a father an' I had nane. An' + there's whaur I fand mamma's box wi' the letter in 't and her ain picter: + grannie gae me that ane o' you. An' there's whaur I used to kneel doon an' + pray to God. An' he's heard my prayers, and grannie's prayers, and here ye + are wi' me at last. Instead o' thinkin' aboot ye, I hae yer ain sel'. + Come, father, I want to say a word o' thanks to God, for hearin' my + prayer.' + </p> + <p> + He took the old man's hand, led him to the bedside, and kneeled with him + there. + </p> + <p> + My reader can hardly avoid thinking it was a poor sad triumph that Robert + had after all. How the dreams of the boy had dwindled in settling down + into the reality! He had his father, it was true, but what a father! And + how little he had him! + </p> + <p> + But this was not the end; and Robert always believed that the end must be + the greater in proportion to the distance it was removed, to give time for + its true fulfilment. And when he prayed aloud beside his father, I doubt + not that his thanksgiving and his hope were equal. + </p> + <p> + The prayer over, he took his father's hand and led him down again to the + little parlour, and they took their seats again by the fire; and Robert + began again and went on with his story, not omitting the parts belonging + to Mary St. John and Eric Ericson. + </p> + <p> + When he came to tell how he had encountered him in the deserted factory: + </p> + <p> + 'Luik here, father, here's the mark o' the cut,' he said, parting the + thick hair on the top of his head. + </p> + <p> + His father hid his face in his hands. + </p> + <p> + 'It wasna muckle o' a blow that ye gied me, father,' he went on, 'but I + fell against the grate, and that was what did it. And I never tellt + onybody, nae even Miss St. John, wha plaistered it up, hoo I had gotten + 't. And I didna mean to say onything aboot it; but I wantit to tell ye a + queer dream, sic a queer dream it garred me dream the same nicht.' + </p> + <p> + As he told the dream, his father suddenly grew attentive, and before he + had finished, looked almost scared; but he said nothing. When he came to + relate his grandmother's behaviour after having discovered that the papers + relating to the factory were gone, he hid his face in his hands once more. + He told him how grannie had mourned and wept over him, from the time when + he heard her praying aloud as he crept through her room at night to their + last talk together after Dr. Anderson's death. He set forth, as he could, + in the simplest language, the agony of her soul over her lost son. He told + him then about Ericson, and Dr. Anderson, and how good they had been to + him, and at last of Dr. Anderson's request that he would do something for + him in India. + </p> + <p> + 'Will ye gang wi' me, father?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll never leave ye again, Robert, my boy,' he answered. 'I have been a + bad man, and a bad father, and now I gie mysel' up to you to mak the best + o' me ye can. I daurna leave ye, Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'Pray to God to tak care o' ye, father. He'll do a'thing for ye, gin ye'll + only lat him.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will, Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'I was mysel' dreidfu' miserable for a while,' Robert resumed, 'for I + cudna see or hear God at a'; but God heard me, and loot me ken that he was + there an' that a' was richt. It was jist like whan a bairnie waukens up + an' cries oot, thinkin' it's its lane, an' through the mirk comes the word + o' the mither o' 't, sayin', “I'm here, cratur: dinna greit.” And I cam to + believe 'at he wad mak you a good man at last. O father, it's been my + dream waukin' an' sleepin' to hae you back to me an' grannie, an' mamma, + an' the Father o' 's a', an' Jesus Christ that's done a'thing for 's. An' + noo ye maun pray to God, father. Ye will pray to God to haud a grip o' ye—willna + ye, father?' + </p> + <p> + 'I will, I will, Robert. But I've been an awfu' sinner. I believe I was + the death o' yer mother, laddie.' + </p> + <p> + Some closet of memory was opened; a spring of old tenderness gushed up in + his heart; at some window of the past the face of his dead wife looked + out: the old man broke into a great cry, and sobbed and wept bitterly. + Robert said no more, but wept with him. + </p> + <p> + Henceforward the father clung to his son like a child. The heart of + Falconer turned to his Father in heaven with speechless thanksgiving. The + ideal of his dreams was beginning to dawn, and his life was new-born. + </p> + <p> + For a few days Robert took Andrew about to see those of his old friends + who were left, and the kindness with which they all received him, moved + Andrew's heart not a little. Every one who saw him seemed to feel that he + or she had a share in the redeeming duty of the son. Robert was in their + eyes like a heavenly messenger, whom they were bound to aid; for here was + the possessed of demons clothed and in his right mind. Therefore they + overwhelmed both father and son with kindness. Especially at John Lammie's + was he received with a perfection of hospitality; as if that had been the + father's house to which he had returned from his prodigal wanderings. + </p> + <p> + The good old farmer begged that they would stay with him for a few days. + </p> + <p> + 'I hae sae mony wee things to luik efter at Rothieden, afore we gang,' + said Robert. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, lea' yer father here. We s' tak guid care o' 'im, I promise ye.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's only ae difficulty. I believe ye are my father's frien', Mr. + Lammie, as ye hae been mine, and God bless ye; sae I'll jist tell you the + trowth, what for I canna lea' him. I'm no sure eneuch yet that he could + withstan' temptation. It's the drink ye ken. It's months sin' he's tasted + it; but—ye ken weel eneuch—the temptation's awfu'. Sin' ever I + got him back, I haena tasted ae mou'fu' o' onything that cud be ca'd + strong drink mysel', an' as lang 's he lives, not ae drap shall cross my + lips—no to save my life.' + </p> + <p> + 'Robert,' said Mr. Lammie, giving him his hand with solemnity, 'I sweir by + God that he shanna see, smell, taste, nor touch drink in this hoose. + There's but twa boatles o' whusky, i' the shape o' drink, i' the hoose; + an' gin ye say 'at he sall bide, I'll gang and mak them an' the midden + weel acquant.' + </p> + <p> + Andrew was pleased at the proposal. Robert too was pleased that his father + should be free of him for a while. It was arranged for three days. + Half-an-hour after, Robert came upon Mr. Lammie emptying the two bottles + of whisky into the dunghill in the farmyard. + </p> + <p> + He returned with glad heart to Rothieden. It did not take him long to + arrange his grandmother's little affairs. He had already made up his mind + about her house and furniture. He rang the bell one morning for Betty. + </p> + <p> + 'Hae ye ony siller laid up, Betty?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay. I hae feifteen poun' i' the savin's bank.' + </p> + <p> + 'An' what do ye think o' doin'?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll get a bit roomy, an' tak in washin'. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, I'll tell ye what I wad like ye to do. Ye ken Mistress Elshender?' + </p> + <p> + 'Fine that. An' a verra dacent body she is.' + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, gin ye like, ye can haud this hoose, an' a' 'at's in't, jist as it + is, till the day o' yer deith. And ye'll aye keep it in order, an' the + ga'le-room ready for me at ony time I may happen to come in upo' ye in + want o' a nicht's quarters. But I wad like ye, gin ye hae nae objections, + to tak Mistress Elshender to bide wi' ye. She's turnin' some frail noo, + and I'm unner great obligation to her Sandy, ye ken.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay, weel that. He learnt ye to fiddle, Robert—I hoombly beg your + pardon, sir, Mister Robert.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nae offence, Betty, I assure ye. Ye hae been aye gude to me, and I thank + ye hertily.' + </p> + <p> + Betty could not stand this. Her apron went up to her eyes. + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, sir,' she sobbed, 'ye was aye a gude lad.' + </p> + <p> + 'Excep' whan I spak o' Muckledrum, Betty.' + </p> + <p> + She laughed and sobbed together. + </p> + <p> + 'Weel, ye'll tak Mistress Elshender in, winna ye?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'll do that, sir. And I'll try to do my best wi' her.' + </p> + <p> + 'She can help ye, ye ken, wi' yer washin', an' sic like.' + </p> + <p> + 'She's a hard-workin' wuman, sir. She wad do that weel.' + </p> + <p> + 'And whan ye're in ony want o' siller, jist write to me. An' gin onything + suld happen to me, ye ken, write to Mr. Gordon, a frien' o' mine. There's + his address in Lonnon.' + </p> + <p> + 'Eh, sir, but ye are kin'. God bless ye for a'.' + </p> + <p> + She could bear no more, and left the room crying. + </p> + <p> + Everything settled at Rothieden, he returned to Bodyfauld. The most + welcome greeting he had ever received in his life, lay in the shine of his + father's eyes when he entered the room where he sat with Miss Lammie. The + next day they left for London. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0070"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. THE VANISHING. + </h2> + <p> + They came to see me the very evening of their arrival. As to Andrew's + progress there could be no longer any doubt. All that was necessary for + conviction on the point was to have seen him before and to see him now. + The very grasp of his hand was changed. But not yet would Robert leave him + alone. + </p> + <p> + It will naturally occur to my reader that his goodness was not much yet. + It was not. It may have been greater than we could be sure of, though. But + if any one object that such a conversion, even if it were perfected, was + poor, inasmuch as the man's free will was intromitted with, I answer: 'The + development of the free will was the one object. Hitherto it was not + free.' I ask the man who says so: 'Where would your free will have been if + at some period of your life you could have had everything you wanted?' If + he says it is nobler in a man to do with less help, I answer, 'Andrew was + not noble: was he therefore to be forsaken? The prodigal was not left + without the help of the swine and their husks, at once to keep him alive + and disgust him with the life. Is the less help a man has from God the + better?' According to you, the grandest thing of all would be for a man + sunk in the absolute abysses of sensuality all at once to resolve to be + pure as the empyrean, and be so, without help from God or man. But is the + thing possible? As well might a hyena say: I will be a man, and become + one. That would be to create. Andrew must be kept from the evil long + enough to let him at least see the good, before he was let alone. But when + would we be let alone? For a man to be fit to be let alone, is for a man + not to need God, but to be able to live without him. Our hearts cry out, + 'To have God is to live. We want God. Without him no life of ours is worth + living. We are not then even human, for that is but the lower form of the + divine. We are immortal, eternal: fill us, O Father, with thyself. Then + only all is well.' More: I heartily believe, though I cannot understand + the boundaries of will and inspiration, that what God will do for us at + last is infinitely beyond any greatness we could gain, even if we could + will ourselves from the lowest we could be, into the highest we can + imagine. It is essential divine life we want; and there is grand truth, + however incomplete or perverted, in the aspiration of the Brahmin. He is + wrong, but he wants something right. If the man had the power in his + pollution to will himself into the right without God, the fact that he was + in that pollution with such power, must damn him there for ever. And if + God must help ere a man can be saved, can the help of man go too far + towards the same end? Let God solve the mystery—for he made it. One + thing is sure: We are his, and he will do his part, which is no part but + the all in all. If man could do what in his wildest self-worship he can + imagine, the grand result would be that he would be his own God, which is + the Hell of Hells. + </p> + <p> + For some time I had to give Falconer what aid I could in being with his + father while he arranged matters in prospect of their voyage to India. + Sometimes he took him with him when he went amongst his people, as he + called the poor he visited. Sometimes, when he wanted to go alone, I had + to take him to Miss St. John, who would play and sing as I had never heard + any one play or sing before. Andrew on such occasions carried his flute + with him, and the result of the two was something exquisite. How Miss St. + John did lay herself out to please the old man! And pleased he was. I + think her kindness did more than anything else to make him feel like a + gentleman again. And in his condition that was much. + </p> + <p> + At length Falconer would sometimes leave him with Miss St. John, till he + or I should go for him: he knew she could keep him safe. He knew that she + would keep him if necessary. + </p> + <p> + One evening when I went to see Falconer, I found him alone. It was one of + these occasions. + </p> + <p> + 'I am very glad you have come, Gordon,' he said. 'I was wanting to see + you. I have got things nearly ready now. Next month, or at latest, the one + after, we shall sail; and I have some business with you which had better + be arranged at once. No one knows what is going to happen. The man who + believes the least in chance knows as little as the man who believes in it + the most. My will is in the hands of Dobson. I have left you everything.' + </p> + <p> + I was dumb. + </p> + <p> + 'Have you any objection?' he said, a little anxiously. + </p> + <p> + 'Am I able to fulfil the conditions?' I faltered. + </p> + <p> + 'I have burdened you with no conditions,' he returned. 'I don't believe in + conditions. I know your heart and mind now. I trust you perfectly.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am unworthy of it.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is for me to judge.' + </p> + <p> + 'Will you have no trustees?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not one.' + </p> + <p> + 'What do you want me to do with your property?' + </p> + <p> + 'You know well enough. Keep it going the right way.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will always think what you would like.' + </p> + <p> + 'No; do not. Think what is right; and where there is no right or wrong + plain in itself, then think what is best. You may see good reason to + change some of my plans. You may be wrong; but you must do what you see + right—not what I see or might see right.' + </p> + <p> + 'But there is no need to talk so seriously about it,' I said. 'You will + manage it yourself for many years yet. Make me your steward, if you like, + during your absence: I will not object to that.' + </p> + <p> + 'You do not object to the other, I hope?' + </p> + <p> + 'No.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then so let it be. The other, of course. I have, being a lawyer myself, + taken good care not to trust myself only with the arranging of these + matters. I think you will find them all right.' + </p> + <p> + 'But supposing you should not return—you have compelled me to make + the supposition—' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course. Go on.' + </p> + <p> + 'What am I to do with the money in the prospect of following you?' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah! that is the one point on which I want a word, although I do not think + it is necessary. I want to entail the property.' + </p> + <p> + 'How?' + </p> + <p> + 'By word of mouth,' he answered, laughing. 'You must look out for a right + man, as I have done, get him to know your ways and ideas, and if you find + him worthy—that is a grand wide word—our Lord gave it to his + disciples—leave it all to him in the same way I have left it to you, + trusting to the spirit of truth that is in him, the spirit of God. You can + copy my will—as far as it will apply, for you may have, one way or + another, lost the half of it by that time. But, by word of mouth, you must + make the same condition with him as I have made with you—that is, + with regard to his leaving it, and the conditions on which he leaves it, + adding the words, “that it may descend thus in perpetuum.” And he must do + the same.' + </p> + <p> + He broke into a quiet laugh. I knew well enough what he meant. But he + added: + </p> + <p> + 'That means, of course, for as long as there is any.' + </p> + <p> + 'Are you sure you are doing right, Falconer?' I said. + </p> + <p> + 'Quite. It is better to endow one man, who will work as the Father works, + than a hundred charities. But it is time I went to fetch my father. Will + you go with me?' + </p> + <p> + This was all that passed between us on the subject, save that, on our way, + he told me to move to his rooms, and occupy them until he returned. + </p> + <p> + 'My papers,' he added, 'I commit to your discretion.' + </p> + <p> + On our way back from Queen Square, he joked and talked merrily. Andrew + joined in. Robert showed himself delighted with every attempt at gaiety or + wit that Andrew made. When we reached the house, something that had + occurred on the way made him turn to Martin Chuzzlewit, and he read Mrs. + Gamp's best to our great enjoyment. + </p> + <p> + I went down with the two to Southampton, to see them on board the steamer. + I staid with them there until she sailed. It was a lovely morning in the + end of April, when at last I bade them farewell on the quarter-deck. My + heart was full. I took his hand and kissed it. He put his arms round me, + and laid his cheek to mine. I was strong to bear the parting. + </p> + <p> + The great iron steamer went down in the middle of the Atlantic, and I have + not yet seen my friend again. + </p> + <p> + <a name="2HCH0071"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. IN EXPECTATIONE. + </h2> + <p> + I had left my lodging and gone to occupy Falconer's till his return. + There, on a side-table among other papers, I found the following verses. + The manuscript was much scored and interlined, but more than decipherable, + for he always wrote plainly. I copied them out fair, and here they are for + the reader that loves him. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Twilight is near, and the day grows old; + The spiders of care are weaving their net; + All night 'twill be blowing and rainy and cold; + I cower at his door from the wind and wet. + + He sent me out the world to see, + Drest for the road in a garment new; + It is clotted with clay, and worn beggarly— + The porter will hardly let me through! + + I bring in my hand a few dusty ears— + Once I thought them a tribute meet! + I bring in my heart a few unshed tears: + Which is my harvest—the pain or the wheat? + + A broken man, at the door of his hall + I listen, and hear it go merry within; + The sounds are of birthday-festival! + Hark to the trumpet! the violin! + + I know the bench where the shadowed folk + Sit 'neath the music-loft—there none upbraids! + They will make me room who bear the same yoke, + Dear publicans, sinners, and foolish maids! + + An ear has been hearing my heart forlorn! + A step comes soft through the dancing-din! + Oh Love eternal! oh woman-born! + Son of my Father to take me in! + + One moment, low at our Father's feet + Loving I lie in a self-lost trance; + Then walk away to the sinners' seat, + With them, at midnight, to rise and dance! +</pre> + <p> + <a name="2H_4_0076"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE END + </h2> + <p> + <a name="2H_FOOT"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + FOOTNOTES: + </h2> + <p> + <a name="note-1" id="note-1"> + <!-- Note --></a> + </p> + <p class="foot"> + 1 (<a href="#noteref-1">return</a>)<br /> [ In Scotch the ch and gh are + almost always guttural. The gh according to Mr. Alexander Ellis, the sole + authority in the past pronunciation of the country, was guttural in + England in the time of Shakspere.] + </p> + <p> + <a name="note-2" id="note-2"> + <!-- Note --></a> + </p> + <p class="foot"> + 2 (<a href="#noteref-2">return</a>)<br /> [ An exclamation of pitiful + sympathy, inexplicable to the understanding. Thus the author covers his + philological ignorance of the cross-breeding of the phrase.] + </p> + <p> + <a name="note-3" id="note-3"> + <!-- Note --></a> + </p> + <p class="foot"> + 3 (<a href="#noteref-3">return</a>)<br /> [ Extra—over all—ower + a'—orra—one more than is wanted.] + </p> + <p> + <a name="note-4" id="note-4"> + <!-- Note --></a> + </p> + <p class="foot"> + 4 (<a href="#noteref-4">return</a>)<br /> [ Tennyson's Morte d'Arthur. + Atque animum nunc huc celerem, nunc dividit illuc. Æneid: IV. 285] + </p> + <p> + <a name="note-5" id="note-5"> + <!-- Note --></a> + </p> + <p class="foot"> + 5 (<a href="#noteref-5">return</a>)<br /> [ This line is one of many + instances in which my reader will see both the carelessness of Ericson and + my religion towards his remains.] + </p> + <p> + <a name="note-6" id="note-6"> + <!-- Note --></a> + </p> + <p class="foot"> + 6 (<a href="#noteref-6">return</a>)<br /> [ Why should Sir Walter Scott, + who felt the death of Camp, his bullterrier, so much that he declined a + dinner engagement in consequence, say on the death of his next favourite, + a grayhound bitch—'Rest her body, since I dare not say soul!'? Where + did he get that dare not? Is it well that the daring of genius should be + circumscribed by an unbelief so common-place as to be capable only of + subscription?] + </p> + <p> + <a name="note-7" id="note-7"> + <!-- Note --></a> + </p> + <p class="foot"> + 7 (<a href="#noteref-7">return</a>)<br /> [ Amongst Ericson's papers I find + the following sonnets, which belong to the mood here embodied: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Oft, as I rest in quiet peace, am I + Thrust out at sudden doors, and madly driven + Through desert solitudes, and thunder-riven + Black passages which have not any sky. + The scourge is on me now, with all the cry + Of ancient life that hath with murder striven. + How many an anguish hath gone up to heaven! + How many a hand in prayer been lifted high + When the black fate came onward with the rush + Of whirlwind, avalanche, or fiery spume! + Even at my feet is cleft a shivering tomb + Beneath the waves; or else with solemn hush + The graveyard opens, and I feel a crush + As if we were all huddled in one doom. + + Comes there, O Earth, no breathing time for thee? + No pause upon thy many-chequered lands? + Now resting on my bed with listless hands, + I mourn thee resting not. Continually + Hear I the plashing borders of the sea + Answer each other from the rocks and sands. + Troop all the rivers seawards; nothing stands, + But with strange noises hasteth terribly. + Loam-eared hyenas go a moaning by. + Howls to each other all the bloody crew + Of Afric's tigers. But, O men, from you + Comes this perpetual sound more loud and high + Than aught that vexes air. I hear the cry + Of infant generations rising too.] +</pre> + <p> + <a name="note-8" id="note-8"> + <!-- Note --></a> + </p> + <p class="foot"> + 8 (<a href="#noteref-8">return</a>)<br /> [ This sonnet and the preceding + are both one line deficient.] + </p> + <p> + <a name="note-9" id="note-9"> + <!-- Note --></a> + </p> + <p class="foot"> + 9 (<a href="#noteref-9">return</a>)<br /> [ To these two sonnets Falconer + had appended this note: 'Something I wrote to Ericson concerning these, + during my first college vacation, produced a reply of which the following + is a passage: “On writing the first I was not aware that James and John + were the Sons of Thunder. For a time it did indeed grieve me to think of + the spiritual-minded John as otherwise than a still and passionless lover + of Christ.”'] + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <div class="mynote"> + <p> + Note from John Bechard, creator of this Electronic text. + </p> + <p> + The following is a list of Scottish words which are found in George + MacDonald's “Robert Falconer”. I have compiled this list myself and + worked out the definitions from context with the help of Margaret West, + from Leven in Fife, Scotland, and also by referring to a word list found + in a collection of poems by Robert Burns, “Chamber's Scots Dialect + Dictionary from the 17th century to the Present” c. 1911 and + “Scots-English English-Scots Dictionary” Lomond Books c. 1998. I have + tried to be as thorough as possible given the limited resources and + welcome any feedback on this list which may be wrong (my e-mail address + is JaBBechard@aol.com). This was never meant to be a comprehensive list + of the National Scottish Language, but rather an aid to understanding + some of the conversations and references in this text in the Broad + Scots. I do apologise for any mistakes or omissions. I aimed for my list + to be very comprehensive, and it often repeats the same word in a plural + or diminutive form. As well, it includes words that are quite obvious to + native English speakers, only spelled in such a way to demonstrate the + regional pronunciation. + </p> + <p> + This list is a compressed form that consists of three columns for + 'word', 'definition', and 'additional notes'. It is set up with a comma + between each item and a hard return at the end of each definition. This + means that this section could easily be cut and pasted into its own text + file and imported into a database or spreadsheet as a comma separated + variable file (.csv file). Failing that, you could do a search and + replace for commas in this section (I have not used any commas in my + words, definitions or notes) and replace the commas with spaces or tabs. + </p> + <br /> + </div> + <p> + <a name="2H_GLOS"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + Glossary: + </h2> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <table summary="" border="3" cellpadding="4"> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td> + <b>Word,</b> + </td> + <td> + <b>Definition,</b> + </td> + <td> + <b>Notes</b> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + a', + </td> + <td> + all; every, + </td> + <td> + also have + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + a' gait, + </td> + <td> + everywhere, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + a' thing, + </td> + <td> + everything; anything, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + abeelity, + </td> + <td> + ability, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + abettin', + </td> + <td> + abetting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + a'body, + </td> + <td> + everyone; everybody, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aboon, + </td> + <td> + above; up; over, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aboord, + </td> + <td> + aboard, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aboot, + </td> + <td> + about, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aboot it an' aboot it, + </td> + <td> + all about, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + abune, + </td> + <td> + above; up; over, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + accep's, + </td> + <td> + accepts, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + accoont, + </td> + <td> + account, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + accoonts, + </td> + <td> + accounts, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + accordin', + </td> + <td> + according, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + acquant, + </td> + <td> + acquainted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + a'-creatin', + </td> + <td> + all-creating, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ae, + </td> + <td> + one, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aff, + </td> + <td> + off; away; past; beyond, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aff-gang, + </td> + <td> + outlet, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + afflickit, + </td> + <td> + afflicted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + affoord, + </td> + <td> + afford, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + affront, + </td> + <td> + affront; disgrace; shame, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + affrontet, + </td> + <td> + affronted; disgraced, + </td> + <td> + also ashamed; shamed + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + afit, + </td> + <td> + afoot; on foot, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + afore, + </td> + <td> + before; in front of, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aforehan', + </td> + <td> + beforehand, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aften, + </td> + <td> + often, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aftener, + </td> + <td> + more often, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + agen, + </td> + <td> + against, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aheid, + </td> + <td> + ahead, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ahin', + </td> + <td> + behind; after; at the back of, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ahint, + </td> + <td> + behind; after; at the back of, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aiblins, + </td> + <td> + perhaps; possibly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aidin', + </td> + <td> + aiding, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ailin', + </td> + <td> + ailing; sick, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ain, + </td> + <td> + own, + </td> + <td> + also one + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + airin', + </td> + <td> + airing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + airm, + </td> + <td> + arm, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + airm-cheir, + </td> + <td> + armchair, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + airms, + </td> + <td> + arms, + </td> + <td> + also coat of arms; crest + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + airmy, + </td> + <td> + army, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + airth, + </td> + <td> + earth, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aise, + </td> + <td> + ashes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ait, + </td> + <td> + eat, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aither, + </td> + <td> + either, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aiths, + </td> + <td> + oaths, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aitin', + </td> + <td> + eating, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aits, + </td> + <td> + oats, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + alane, + </td> + <td> + alone, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + alang, + </td> + <td> + along, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Algerine, + </td> + <td> + Algerian, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + alloo, + </td> + <td> + allow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + allooed, + </td> + <td> + allowed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Almichty, + </td> + <td> + Almighty; God, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + amaist, + </td> + <td> + almost, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + amang, + </td> + <td> + among; in; together with, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + amen's, + </td> + <td> + amends, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + amo', + </td> + <td> + among, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + amuntit, + </td> + <td> + amounted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + an', + </td> + <td> + and, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ance, + </td> + <td> + once, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ane, + </td> + <td> + one, + </td> + <td> + also a single person or thing + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aneath, + </td> + <td> + beneath; under, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + anent, + </td> + <td> + opposite to; in front of, + </td> + <td> + also concerning + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Anerew, + </td> + <td> + Andrew, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + anes, + </td> + <td> + ones, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + angert, + </td> + <td> + angered; angry, + </td> + <td> + also grieved + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + anither, + </td> + <td> + another, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + answerin', + </td> + <td> + answering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + answert, + </td> + <td> + answered, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + a'ready, + </td> + <td> + already, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aricht, + </td> + <td> + aright, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aside, + </td> + <td> + beside, + </td> + <td> + also aside + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aspirin', + </td> + <td> + aspiring, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + astarn, + </td> + <td> + astern, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'at, + </td> + <td> + that, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ate, + </td> + <td> + hate, + </td> + <td> + also eat + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + a'thegither, + </td> + <td> + all together, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + a'thing, + </td> + <td> + everything; anything, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'at's, + </td> + <td> + that is; that has, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + attreebuted, + </td> + <td> + attributed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + atweel, + </td> + <td> + indeed; truely; of course, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + atween, + </td> + <td> + between, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aucht, + </td> + <td> + eight; eighth, + </td> + <td> + also ought; own; possess + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aul', + </td> + <td> + old, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + auld, + </td> + <td> + old, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aulder, + </td> + <td> + older, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aumrie, + </td> + <td> + cupboard; pantry; store-closet, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aumry, + </td> + <td> + cupboard; pantry; store-closet, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + a'-uphaudin', + </td> + <td> + all-upholding; all-supporting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ava, + </td> + <td> + at all; of all, + </td> + <td> + exclamation of banter; ridicule + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + awa, + </td> + <td> + away; distant, + </td> + <td> + also off; go away + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + awa', + </td> + <td> + away; distant, + </td> + <td> + also off; go away + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + awaur, + </td> + <td> + aware, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Awbrahawm, + </td> + <td> + Abraham, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aweel, + </td> + <td> + ah well; well then; well, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + awfu', + </td> + <td> + awful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + awpron, + </td> + <td> + apron, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ay, + </td> + <td> + yes; indeed, + </td> + <td> + exclamation of surprise; wonder + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + aye, + </td> + <td> + yes; indeed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ayont, + </td> + <td> + beyond; after, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bade, + </td> + <td> + did bide, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + badena, + </td> + <td> + did not bide, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bagonet, + </td> + <td> + bayonet, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bailey, + </td> + <td> + civic dignitary; magistrate, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bairn, + </td> + <td> + child, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bairnie, + </td> + <td> + little child, + </td> + <td> + diminutive + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bairns, + </td> + <td> + children, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + baith, + </td> + <td> + both, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bakehoose, + </td> + <td> + bakery, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + baneless, + </td> + <td> + insipid; without pith, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + banes, + </td> + <td> + bones, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + barfut, + </td> + <td> + barefoot, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + barrin', + </td> + <td> + barring, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + barrowfu', + </td> + <td> + wheelbarrow full, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + baubee, + </td> + <td> + halfpenny, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + baubees, + </td> + <td> + halfpennies, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bauchles, + </td> + <td> + old pair of shoes, + </td> + <td> + also shoes down at the heel + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + baukie, + </td> + <td> + bat, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + beggit, + </td> + <td> + begged, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + beginnin', + </td> + <td> + beginning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + begud, + </td> + <td> + began, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + behaud, + </td> + <td> + withhold; wait; delay, + </td> + <td> + also behold + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + behavin', + </td> + <td> + behaving, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bein', + </td> + <td> + being, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + beir, + </td> + <td> + bear, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + beirer, + </td> + <td> + bearer, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + beirs, + </td> + <td> + bears, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bejan, + </td> + <td> + first year's student, + </td> + <td> + at a Scottish university + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + belangs, + </td> + <td> + belongs, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + believin', + </td> + <td> + believing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ben' leather, + </td> + <td> + thick leather for soling boots/shoes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bena, + </td> + <td> + be not; is not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bend-leather, + </td> + <td> + thick leather for soling boots/shoes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + benn, + </td> + <td> + in; inside; into; within; inwards, + </td> + <td> + also inner room + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + benn the hoose, + </td> + <td> + in/into the parlour, + </td> + <td> + best room of the house + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + beowty, + </td> + <td> + beauty, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + beuks, + </td> + <td> + books, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + beyon', + </td> + <td> + beyond, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bide, + </td> + <td> + endure; bear; remain; live, + </td> + <td> + also desire; wish + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bides, + </td> + <td> + endures; bears; remains; lives, + </td> + <td> + also stays for + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + biggit, + </td> + <td> + built, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bilin', + </td> + <td> + boiling, + </td> + <td> + also the whole quantity + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bin', + </td> + <td> + bind, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + binna, + </td> + <td> + be not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + birse, + </td> + <td> + bristle; hair; plume of hair, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bit, + </td> + <td> + but; bit, + </td> + <td> + also small; little--diminutive + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bitch, + </td> + <td> + , + </td> + <td> + term of contempt usually applied to a man + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bitin', + </td> + <td> + biting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bittie, + </td> + <td> + little bit, + </td> + <td> + diminutive + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bittock, + </td> + <td> + a little bit; a short distance, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blaeberries, + </td> + <td> + blueberries, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blastit, + </td> + <td> + blasted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blate, + </td> + <td> + over-modest; bashful; shy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blaud, + </td> + <td> + spoil; injure; soil, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blaudit, + </td> + <td> + spoiled; injured; soiled, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blaw, + </td> + <td> + blow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blecks, + </td> + <td> + nonplusses; perplexes; beats, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blessin', + </td> + <td> + blessing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blether, + </td> + <td> + talk nonsense; babble; boast, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bletherin', + </td> + <td> + talking nonsense; babbling; boasting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blethers, + </td> + <td> + talks nonsense; babbles; boasts, + </td> + <td> + nonsense; foolish talk + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blin', + </td> + <td> + blind, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blink, + </td> + <td> + take a hasty glance; ogle, + </td> + <td> + also shine; gleam; twinkle; glimmer + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blinner, + </td> + <td> + blinder, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + blude, + </td> + <td> + blood, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bluidy, + </td> + <td> + bloody, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + boasom, + </td> + <td> + bosom, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + boatles, + </td> + <td> + bottles, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + boddom, + </td> + <td> + bottom, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + body, + </td> + <td> + person; fellow, + </td> + <td> + also body + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + boglet, + </td> + <td> + bamboozled; terrified, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bonnet, + </td> + <td> + man's cap, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bonnetfu', + </td> + <td> + bonnetful; capful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bonnets, + </td> + <td> + man's caps, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bonnie, + </td> + <td> + good; beautiful; pretty; handsome, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bonniest, + </td> + <td> + best; most beautiful; prettiest, + </td> + <td> + also considerable + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bonny, + </td> + <td> + good; beautiful; pretty; handsome, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + boodie, + </td> + <td> + ghost; hobgoblin, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + booin', + </td> + <td> + bowing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bools, + </td> + <td> + marbles, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + boon', + </td> + <td> + bound, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + boord, + </td> + <td> + board (i.e. room and board), + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bothie, + </td> + <td> + cottage in common for farm-servants, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + boucht, + </td> + <td> + bought, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bourach, + </td> + <td> + heap; cluster; mound, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bowat, + </td> + <td> + stable-lantern, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bowie, + </td> + <td> + small barrel or cask, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + boxie, + </td> + <td> + little box, + </td> + <td> + diminutive + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brae, + </td> + <td> + hill; hillside; high ground by a river, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + braid, + </td> + <td> + broad; having a strong accent, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brak, + </td> + <td> + break, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brakfast, + </td> + <td> + breakfast, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brat, + </td> + <td> + child, + </td> + <td> + term of contempt + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + braw, + </td> + <td> + beautiful; good; fine, + </td> + <td> + also lovely (girl); handsome (boy) + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brawly, + </td> + <td> + admirably; very; very much; well, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + breedth, + </td> + <td> + breadth, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + breeks, + </td> + <td> + breeches; trousers, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + breid, + </td> + <td> + bread, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + breist, + </td> + <td> + breast, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + breists, + </td> + <td> + breasts, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + breith, + </td> + <td> + breath, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + breme-bush, + </td> + <td> + broom-bush, + </td> + <td> + also simpleton + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brewin', + </td> + <td> + brewing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brig, + </td> + <td> + bridge, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brither, + </td> + <td> + brother, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brithers, + </td> + <td> + brothers; fellows, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brithren, + </td> + <td> + brethren; brothers, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brocht, + </td> + <td> + brought, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + broo, + </td> + <td> + brow; eyebrow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + broucht, + </td> + <td> + brought, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + browst, + </td> + <td> + brewage; booze, + </td> + <td> + also the consequences of one's own acts + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bruik, + </td> + <td> + broke, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + brunt, + </td> + <td> + burned, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bude, + </td> + <td> + would prefer to; behoved, + </td> + <td> + also must; had to + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + budena, + </td> + <td> + must not; could not; might not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + buff, + </td> + <td> + nonsense, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + buik, + </td> + <td> + book, + </td> + <td> + also Bible + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + buiks, + </td> + <td> + books, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + bund, + </td> + <td> + bound, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + burd alane, + </td> + <td> + quite alone, + </td> + <td> + also the only surviving child of a family + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + burn, + </td> + <td> + water; stream; brook, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + burnin', + </td> + <td> + burning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + burnside, + </td> + <td> + along the side of a stream, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + buss, + </td> + <td> + bush; shrub; thicket, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + butes, + </td> + <td> + boots, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + butt, + </td> + <td> + main room in a croft; outside, + </td> + <td> + includes kitchen and storage + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + butt the hoose, + </td> + <td> + into the house; into the kitchen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + by ordinar, + </td> + <td> + out of the ordinary; supernatural, + </td> + <td> + also unusual + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + by ordinar', + </td> + <td> + out of the ordinary; supernatural, + </td> + <td> + also unusual + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + by-ordinar, + </td> + <td> + out of the ordinary; supernatural, + </td> + <td> + also unusual + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + byous, + </td> + <td> + exceedingly; extraordinary; very, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ca, + </td> + <td> + drive; impel; hammer, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ca', + </td> + <td> + call; name, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ca'd, + </td> + <td> + called, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cadger, + </td> + <td> + carrier; pedlar, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ca'in', + </td> + <td> + calling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cairds, + </td> + <td> + cards, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cairriage, + </td> + <td> + carriage, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cairriet, + </td> + <td> + carried, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cairry, + </td> + <td> + carry, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cairryin', + </td> + <td> + carrying, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + calfie, + </td> + <td> + little calf, + </td> + <td> + diminutive + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + callant, + </td> + <td> + stripling; lad, + </td> + <td> + term of affection + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cam, + </td> + <td> + came, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cam', + </td> + <td> + came, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + camna, + </td> + <td> + did not come, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + camstairie, + </td> + <td> + unmanageable; wild; obstinate, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + camstairy, + </td> + <td> + unmanageable; wild; obstinate, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + camstary, + </td> + <td> + unmanageable; wild; obstinate, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + can'le, + </td> + <td> + candle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + canna, + </td> + <td> + cannot, + </td> + <td> + also cotton-grass + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + canny, + </td> + <td> + cautious; prudent; shrewd; artful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cap, + </td> + <td> + wooden cup or bowl, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + capt'n, + </td> + <td> + captain, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + carena, + </td> + <td> + do not care, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + carldoddies, + </td> + <td> + stalks of rib-grass, + </td> + <td> + also term of endearment + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + carritchis, + </td> + <td> + catechism, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ca's, + </td> + <td> + calls, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cast up, + </td> + <td> + taunt; reproach, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + catchin', + </td> + <td> + catching, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cattle, + </td> + <td> + lice; fleas, + </td> + <td> + used contemptuously of persons + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cauld, + </td> + <td> + cold, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + caure, + </td> + <td> + calves, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'cause, + </td> + <td> + because, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + caw, + </td> + <td> + drive; impel; hammer, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cawed, + </td> + <td> + driven; impeled; hammered, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cawin', + </td> + <td> + driving; impeling; hammering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ceevil, + </td> + <td> + civil, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'cep', + </td> + <td> + except; but, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chackit, + </td> + <td> + checkered, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chairge, + </td> + <td> + charge, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chap, + </td> + <td> + knock; hammer; strike; rap, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chappit, + </td> + <td> + knocked; hammered; struck; rapped, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chaps, + </td> + <td> + knocks; hammers; strikes; raps, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chaumer, + </td> + <td> + chamber; room; bedroom, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cheep, + </td> + <td> + chirp; creak; hint; word, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cheerman, + </td> + <td> + chairman, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chessel, + </td> + <td> + tub for pressing cheese, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chice, + </td> + <td> + choice, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chiel', + </td> + <td> + child; young person; fellow, + </td> + <td> + term of fondness or intimacy + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chield, + </td> + <td> + child; young person; fellow, + </td> + <td> + term of fondness or intimacy + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chimla-lug, + </td> + <td> + fireside, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chits, + </td> + <td> + sweetbreads, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + chop, + </td> + <td> + shop; store, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + circumspec', + </td> + <td> + circumspect, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + claes, + </td> + <td> + clothes; dress, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + claikin', + </td> + <td> + clucking (like a hen), + </td> + <td> + also talk much in a trivial way + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + claith, + </td> + <td> + cloth, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clams, + </td> + <td> + vice or pincers, + </td> + <td> + used by saddlers and shoemakers + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clap, + </td> + <td> + press down; pat; fondle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clashes, + </td> + <td> + blows; slaps; messes, + </td> + <td> + also gossip; tittle-tattle + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clash-pyet, + </td> + <td> + tell-tale; scandal-monger, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clean, + </td> + <td> + altogether; entirely, + </td> + <td> + also comely; shapely; empty; clean + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cleant, + </td> + <td> + cleaned, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clear-e'ed, + </td> + <td> + clear-eyed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cleed, + </td> + <td> + clothe; shelter, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cleedin', + </td> + <td> + clothing; sheltering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cleuks, + </td> + <td> + claws; hands; paws, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clo'en, + </td> + <td> + cloven, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clomb, + </td> + <td> + climbed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clood, + </td> + <td> + cloud, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cloods, + </td> + <td> + clouds, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cloody, + </td> + <td> + cloudy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + close, + </td> + <td> + narrow alley; blind alley, + </td> + <td> + also enclosed land + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + closin', + </td> + <td> + closing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + clype, + </td> + <td> + tell tales; gossip, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + coaties, + </td> + <td> + children's coats; petticoats, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + coaton, + </td> + <td> + cotton, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + coats, + </td> + <td> + petticoats, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + coch, + </td> + <td> + coach, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + coches, + </td> + <td> + coaches, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + coff, + </td> + <td> + buy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + colliginer, + </td> + <td> + college student, + </td> + <td> + also college boy + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Come yer wa's butt., + </td> + <td> + Come on in., + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + comin', + </td> + <td> + coming, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + comman'ment, + </td> + <td> + commandment, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + compleen, + </td> + <td> + complain, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + con thanks, + </td> + <td> + return thanks, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + considerin', + </td> + <td> + considering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + contradickit, + </td> + <td> + contradicted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + contrairy, + </td> + <td> + contrary, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + contred, + </td> + <td> + contradicted; thwarted; crossed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + convence, + </td> + <td> + convince, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + conversin', + </td> + <td> + conversing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + convertit, + </td> + <td> + converted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + coorse, + </td> + <td> + coarse, + </td> + <td> + also course + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + coort, + </td> + <td> + court, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + corbie, + </td> + <td> + crow; raven, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cornel, + </td> + <td> + colonel, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + correck, + </td> + <td> + correct, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cottar, + </td> + <td> + farm tenant; cottager, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cottars, + </td> + <td> + farm tenants; cottagers, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cottar-wark, + </td> + <td> + stipulated work done by the cottager, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + couldna, + </td> + <td> + could not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + coupit, + </td> + <td> + tilted; tumbled; drank off, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + couples, + </td> + <td> + rafters, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + crackin', + </td> + <td> + cracking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cracklin', + </td> + <td> + crackling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + crap o' the wa', + </td> + <td> + natural shelf between wall and roof, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + crappit, + </td> + <td> + topped; cropped; lopped, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + crappit heids, + </td> + <td> + stuffed head of cod or haddock, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + crater, + </td> + <td> + creature, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cratur, + </td> + <td> + creature, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + craturs, + </td> + <td> + creatures, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cried, + </td> + <td> + called; summoned, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + crookit, + </td> + <td> + crooked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + croon, + </td> + <td> + crown, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + croudin', + </td> + <td> + cooing; croaking; groaning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Cry Moany, + </td> + <td> + Cremona, + </td> + <td> + make of violin + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cryin', + </td> + <td> + calling; summoning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cryin' doon, + </td> + <td> + decrying; depreciating, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cud, + </td> + <td> + could, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cudna, + </td> + <td> + could not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + culd, + </td> + <td> + could, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cumber, + </td> + <td> + encumbrance; inconvenience, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cunnin', + </td> + <td> + cunning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + curst, + </td> + <td> + cursed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cuttin', + </td> + <td> + cutting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cutty pipe, + </td> + <td> + short tobacco-pipe, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + cwytes, + </td> + <td> + petticoats, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dacent, + </td> + <td> + decent, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dame, + </td> + <td> + young unmarried woman; damsel, + </td> + <td> + also farmer's wife + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + damnin', + </td> + <td> + damning; condemning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dancin', + </td> + <td> + dancing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dang, + </td> + <td> + knock; bang; drive, + </td> + <td> + also damn + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + darnin', + </td> + <td> + darning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dauchter, + </td> + <td> + daughter, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + daunerin', + </td> + <td> + strolling; sauntering; ambling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + daur, + </td> + <td> + dare; challenge, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + daured, + </td> + <td> + dared; challenged, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + daurna, + </td> + <td> + dare not; do not dare, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + daursay, + </td> + <td> + dare say, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dauty, + </td> + <td> + darling; pet, + </td> + <td> + term of endearment + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dawtie, + </td> + <td> + darling; pet, + </td> + <td> + term of endearment + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + daylicht, + </td> + <td> + daylight, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + debosh, + </td> + <td> + excessive indulgence; debauch, + </td> + <td> + also extravagance; waste + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deboshed, + </td> + <td> + debauched; worthless, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deceitfu', + </td> + <td> + deceitful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deceivin', + </td> + <td> + deceiving, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dee, + </td> + <td> + do, + </td> + <td> + also die + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deed, + </td> + <td> + died, + </td> + <td> + also deed; indeed + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'deed, + </td> + <td> + indeed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dee'd, + </td> + <td> + died, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deein', + </td> + <td> + doing, + </td> + <td> + also dying + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deevil, + </td> + <td> + devil, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deevil-ma'-care, + </td> + <td> + devil-may-care; utterly careless, + </td> + <td> + also no matter + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deevilry, + </td> + <td> + devilry, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deevils, + </td> + <td> + devils, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deid, + </td> + <td> + dead, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deif, + </td> + <td> + deaf, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deil, + </td> + <td> + devil, + </td> + <td> + also not + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + de'il, + </td> + <td> + devil, + </td> + <td> + also not + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + De'il a bit!, + </td> + <td> + Not at all! Not a bit!, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deith, + </td> + <td> + death, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + deleeberately, + </td> + <td> + deliberately, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dementit, + </td> + <td> + demented; mad; crazy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + denner, + </td> + <td> + dinner, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + desertit, + </td> + <td> + deserted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + desperate, + </td> + <td> + exceedingly; beyond measure, + </td> + <td> + also irreclaimable; very bad + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + didna, + </td> + <td> + did not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + differ, + </td> + <td> + difference; dissent, + </td> + <td> + also differ + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dingin', + </td> + <td> + overcoming; wearying; vexing, + </td> + <td> + also raining/snowing heavily + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dinna, + </td> + <td> + do not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + direckly, + </td> + <td> + directly; immediately, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dirt, + </td> + <td> + worthless persons or things, + </td> + <td> + term of contempt + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dishcloot, + </td> + <td> + cloth for washing dishes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + disna, + </td> + <td> + does not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + disoun, + </td> + <td> + disown, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + distinckly, + </td> + <td> + distinctly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + div, + </td> + <td> + do, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + divots, + </td> + <td> + thin flat pieces of sod, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dochter, + </td> + <td> + daughter, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doesna, + </td> + <td> + does not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doin', + </td> + <td> + doing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doin's, + </td> + <td> + doings, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doited, + </td> + <td> + foolish; stupefied; crazy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dominie, + </td> + <td> + minister; schoolmaster, + </td> + <td> + slightly contemptuous + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dooble, + </td> + <td> + double; duplicate, + </td> + <td> + also double dealing; devious + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dooble-sole, + </td> + <td> + double-sole, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doobt, + </td> + <td> + suspect; know; doubt, + </td> + <td> + have an unpleasant conviction + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doobtin', + </td> + <td> + suspecting; knowing, + </td> + <td> + also doubting + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doobtless, + </td> + <td> + doubtless, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doobts, + </td> + <td> + suspects; knows, + </td> + <td> + also doubts + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dooce, + </td> + <td> + gentle; sensible; sober; prudent, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dooms, + </td> + <td> + extremely; exceedingly; very, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doon, + </td> + <td> + down, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + doonricht, + </td> + <td> + downright, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + door-cheek, + </td> + <td> + door-post; threshold; doorway, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + door-stane, + </td> + <td> + flagstone at the threshold of a door, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dother, + </td> + <td> + daughter, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dottled, + </td> + <td> + crazy; in dotage, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + douce, + </td> + <td> + gentle; sensible; sober; prudent, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dowie, + </td> + <td> + sad; lonely; depressing; dismal, + </td> + <td> + also ailing + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + draigon, + </td> + <td> + dragon; also boy's paper kite, + </td> + <td> + reference to Revelation 12-13 + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + draigons, + </td> + <td> + dragons, + </td> + <td> + also boys' paper kites + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dram, + </td> + <td> + glass of whisky, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drap, + </td> + <td> + drop; small quantity of, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drap i' the hoose, + </td> + <td> + presence of someone unknown, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drappit, + </td> + <td> + dropped, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drappy, + </td> + <td> + little drop; a little (liquor), + </td> + <td> + diminutive + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drauchts, + </td> + <td> + plans; schemes; policies, + </td> + <td> + also lineaments of the face + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drave, + </td> + <td> + drove, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drawin', + </td> + <td> + drawing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dreadfu', + </td> + <td> + dreadful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dreamin', + </td> + <td> + dreaming, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drear, + </td> + <td> + dreary; dreariness; tedium, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dreidfu', + </td> + <td> + dreadful; dreadfully, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drift, + </td> + <td> + snow driven by the wind, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + driftin', + </td> + <td> + drifting, + </td> + <td> + snow driven by the wind + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drinkin', + </td> + <td> + drinking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drivin', + </td> + <td> + driving, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + droont, + </td> + <td> + drowned, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drucken, + </td> + <td> + drunken; tipsy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drum-heid, + </td> + <td> + drum head, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + drunken, + </td> + <td> + drank; drunk, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + du, + </td> + <td> + do, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + duin', + </td> + <td> + doing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dumfoundered, + </td> + <td> + perplexed; stunned; amazed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dune, + </td> + <td> + done, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dunna, + </td> + <td> + do not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + duv, + </td> + <td> + do, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + duvna, + </td> + <td> + do not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dwalls, + </td> + <td> + dwells, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + d'ye, + </td> + <td> + do you, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + dyke, + </td> + <td> + wall of stone or turf, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + eaves-drapper, + </td> + <td> + eavesdropper, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Ebberdeen, + </td> + <td> + Aberdeen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ee, + </td> + <td> + eye, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + een, + </td> + <td> + eyes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + e'en, + </td> + <td> + even; just; simply; equal, + </td> + <td> + also eyes; evening + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + efter, + </td> + <td> + after; afterwards, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + efterhin, + </td> + <td> + after; afterwards, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + efternune, + </td> + <td> + afternoon, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + eident, + </td> + <td> + industrious; diligent; steady, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + elbuck, + </td> + <td> + elbow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + eleckit, + </td> + <td> + elected, + </td> + <td> + chosen by God for salvation (Calvinism) + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ellwand, + </td> + <td> + ell-wand; ruler; yardstick, + </td> + <td> + 1 ell = 37 inches or 94 cm + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + en', + </td> + <td> + end, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + endit, + </td> + <td> + ended, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + eneuch, + </td> + <td> + enough, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Englan', + </td> + <td> + England, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + enjoyin', + </td> + <td> + enjoying, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + eppiteet, + </td> + <td> + appetite, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + er, + </td> + <td> + ere; before, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + er', + </td> + <td> + ere; before, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Erse, + </td> + <td> + Irish; Gaelic, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + etairnity, + </td> + <td> + eternity, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ewie, + </td> + <td> + young ewe, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + exackly, + </td> + <td> + exactly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + excep', + </td> + <td> + except, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + expairience, + </td> + <td> + experience, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + expeckin', + </td> + <td> + expecting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + expecs, + </td> + <td> + expects, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + eyther, + </td> + <td> + either, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fa', + </td> + <td> + fall; befall, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fac', + </td> + <td> + fact; truth; reality, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fac's, + </td> + <td> + facts; truths; realities, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + factor, + </td> + <td> + manager of a landed property, + </td> + <td> + lets farms; collects rents + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fact'ry, + </td> + <td> + factory, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + faddom, + </td> + <td> + fathom, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fa'en, + </td> + <td> + fallen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + failin', + </td> + <td> + failing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + faimilies, + </td> + <td> + families, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + faimily, + </td> + <td> + family, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fain, + </td> + <td> + eager; anxious; fond, + </td> + <td> + also fondly; gladly + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fa'in', + </td> + <td> + falling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fairmy, + </td> + <td> + little farm, + </td> + <td> + diminutive + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Faith!, + </td> + <td> + Indeed!; Truly!, + </td> + <td> + exclamation + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fallow, + </td> + <td> + fellow; chap, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fan', + </td> + <td> + found, + </td> + <td> + also felt + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fand, + </td> + <td> + found, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + farrer, + </td> + <td> + farther, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fash, + </td> + <td> + trouble; inconvenience; vex, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + faun't, + </td> + <td> + found, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + faured, + </td> + <td> + favoured; featured, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + faut, + </td> + <td> + fault; blame, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fau'ts, + </td> + <td> + faults, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + feared, + </td> + <td> + afraid; frightened; scared, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fearfu', + </td> + <td> + fearful; easily frightened, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fearsome, + </td> + <td> + terrifying; fearful; awful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + feart, + </td> + <td> + afraid; frightened; scared, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + feelin', + </td> + <td> + feeling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fegs!, + </td> + <td> + truly!; really!; goodness!, + </td> + <td> + mild oath; exclamation of surprise + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + feifteen, + </td> + <td> + fifteen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fell, + </td> + <td> + very; potent; keen; harsh; sharp, + </td> + <td> + intensifies; also turf + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + feow, + </td> + <td> + few, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ferlie, + </td> + <td> + wonder; novelty; curiosity, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fess, + </td> + <td> + fetch; bring, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fest, + </td> + <td> + fast, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + festen, + </td> + <td> + fasten; bind, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fiddlin', + </td> + <td> + fiddling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fin', + </td> + <td> + find, + </td> + <td> + also feel + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fir-can'le, + </td> + <td> + a torch; 'firwood' used as a candle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fishin', + </td> + <td> + fishing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fit, + </td> + <td> + foot; base, + </td> + <td> + also fit; capable; able + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + flax, + </td> + <td> + flax; wick, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + flech, + </td> + <td> + flea, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fleys, + </td> + <td> + terrifies; frightens, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fleyt, + </td> + <td> + terrified; frightened, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + flingin', + </td> + <td> + kicking; throwing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + flittin', + </td> + <td> + shifting; removing; departing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + flooers, + </td> + <td> + flowers, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + flure, + </td> + <td> + floor, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + flurin', + </td> + <td> + flooring, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + forby, + </td> + <td> + as well; as well as; besides, + </td> + <td> + also over and above + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + forbye, + </td> + <td> + as well; as well as; besides, + </td> + <td> + also over and above + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + foresicht, + </td> + <td> + foresight, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + foret, + </td> + <td> + forward, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + forgather, + </td> + <td> + assemble; encounter, + </td> + <td> + also meet for a special purpose + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + forgathert, + </td> + <td> + assembled; encountered, + </td> + <td> + also met for a special purpose + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + forgettin', + </td> + <td> + forgetting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + forgie, + </td> + <td> + forgive, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + forgien, + </td> + <td> + forgiven, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fortnicht, + </td> + <td> + fortnight; two weeks, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fou, + </td> + <td> + full; well-fed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fouchten, + </td> + <td> + fought, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fower-hoors, + </td> + <td> + four o'clock tea, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fowk, + </td> + <td> + folk, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + frae, + </td> + <td> + from, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + freely, + </td> + <td> + quite; very; thoroughly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + freits, + </td> + <td> + superstitions; charms, + </td> + <td> + also superstitious fancies + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fremt, + </td> + <td> + stranger, + </td> + <td> + also strange; foreign + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fren', + </td> + <td> + friend, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fricht, + </td> + <td> + frighten; scare away, + </td> + <td> + also fright + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + frichtit, + </td> + <td> + frightened; scared away, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + frichtsome, + </td> + <td> + frightful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + frien', + </td> + <td> + friend, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + frien's, + </td> + <td> + friends, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + frien'ship, + </td> + <td> + friendship, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fu', + </td> + <td> + full; very; much, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fule, + </td> + <td> + fool, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fummles, + </td> + <td> + fumbles, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fun', + </td> + <td> + found, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fun-buss, + </td> + <td> + whin-bush, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fund, + </td> + <td> + found, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + furbye, + </td> + <td> + as well; as well as; besides, + </td> + <td> + also over and above + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fushionless, + </td> + <td> + pithless; tasteless; feeble, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + fut, + </td> + <td> + foot, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gae, + </td> + <td> + gave, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gaed, + </td> + <td> + went, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gaein', + </td> + <td> + going, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gae's, + </td> + <td> + gave us; 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causes; compels, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gart, + </td> + <td> + made; caused; compelled, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gar't, + </td> + <td> + make it; cause it; compel it, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gate, + </td> + <td> + way; route, + </td> + <td> + also method; fashion; habit + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gatherin', + </td> + <td> + gathering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gaun, + </td> + <td> + going, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'gen, + </td> + <td> + by; in time for; whether, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + German Ocean, + </td> + <td> + , + </td> + <td> + old reference to the English Channel & North Sea + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gether, + </td> + <td> + gather, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gettin', + </td> + <td> + getting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gey, + </td> + <td> + fairly; considerably, + </td> + <td> + also considerable + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gi', + </td> + <td> + give, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gie, + </td> + <td> + give, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gie a lift, + </td> + <td> + give a helping hand, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gied, + </td> + <td> + gave, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + giein', + </td> + <td> + giving, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gien, + </td> + <td> + if; 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buzzards, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gleg, + </td> + <td> + quick; lively; smart; quick-witted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Glendronach, + </td> + <td> + particular brand of whisky, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + glimmerin', + </td> + <td> + glimmering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gloamin', + </td> + <td> + twilight; dusk, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gloggie, + </td> + <td> + insipid; artificial; unnatural, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + glowered, + </td> + <td> + stared; gazed; scowled, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + goin', + </td> + <td> + going, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + goon, + </td> + <td> + gown, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + goul, + </td> + <td> + howl; yell; whine, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gowd, + </td> + <td> + gold, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gowk, + </td> + <td> + cuckoo; fool; blockhead, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gran', + </td> + <td> + grand; capital; first-rate, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + grandmither, + </td> + <td> + grandmother, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gran'father, + </td> + <td> + grandfather, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gran'mither, + </td> + <td> + grandmother, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + grat, + </td> + <td> + cried; wept, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gravestane, + </td> + <td> + gravestone; tombstone; headstone, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + greet, + </td> + <td> + cry; weep, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + greetin', + </td> + <td> + crying; weeping, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + greit, + </td> + <td> + cry; weep, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + greitin', + </td> + <td> + crying; weeping, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + greits, + </td> + <td> + cries; weeps, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + grew, + </td> + <td> + greyhound, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + grip, + </td> + <td> + grasp; understand, + </td> + <td> + also hold + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + grips, + </td> + <td> + grasps; understands, + </td> + <td> + seizures; colic + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + growin', + </td> + <td> + growing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + grun', + </td> + <td> + ground, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + grup, + </td> + <td> + grip; grasp, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + grups, + </td> + <td> + grips; grasp, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + grutten, + </td> + <td> + cried; wept, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gude, + </td> + <td> + good, + </td> + <td> + also God + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gude-bye, + </td> + <td> + goodbye, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gude-hertit, + </td> + <td> + good-hearted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + gudeness, + </td> + <td> + goodness, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + guid, + </td> + <td> + good, + </td> + <td> + also God + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + guide, + </td> + <td> + treat; handle; look after; save; keep, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Guidsake!, + </td> + <td> + For God's sake!, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ha', + </td> + <td> + have, + </td> + <td> + also hall; house + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haddie, + </td> + <td> + haddock, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hadna, + </td> + <td> + had not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hae, + </td> + <td> + have; has, + </td> + <td> + also here + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ha'e, + </td> + <td> + have, + </td> + <td> + also here + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haein', + </td> + <td> + having, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haena, + </td> + <td> + have not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hae't, + </td> + <td> + have it, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haill, + </td> + <td> + whole, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hairm, + </td> + <td> + harm, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hairps, + </td> + <td> + harps, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hairst, + </td> + <td> + harvest, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hairst-play, + </td> + <td> + school holidays during harvest, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Haith!, + </td> + <td> + Faith!, + </td> + <td> + exclamation of surprise + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haithen, + </td> + <td> + heathen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haiven, + </td> + <td> + heaven, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + halesome, + </td> + <td> + wholesome; pure, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + half-dizzen, + </td> + <td> + half-dozen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + half-stervit, + </td> + <td> + half-starved, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hame, + </td> + <td> + home, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + han', + </td> + <td> + hand, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + han'fu', + </td> + <td> + handful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hangin', + </td> + <td> + hanging, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hangt, + </td> + <td> + hanged, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hang't, + </td> + <td> + hanged, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + han'le, + </td> + <td> + handle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + han'led, + </td> + <td> + handled; treated, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + han'let, + </td> + <td> + handled, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + han's, + </td> + <td> + hands, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hantle, + </td> + <td> + much; large quantity; far, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hard, + </td> + <td> + heard, + </td> + <td> + also hard + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hash, + </td> + <td> + mess; muddle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hasna, + </td> + <td> + does not have, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haud, + </td> + <td> + hold; keep, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hauden, + </td> + <td> + held; kept, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haudin', + </td> + <td> + holding; keeping, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hauld, + </td> + <td> + hold, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haveless, + </td> + <td> + careless (therefore helpless), + </td> + <td> + also wasteful; incompetent + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haven, + </td> + <td> + heaven, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + haverin', + </td> + <td> + talking incoherently; babbling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + havers, + </td> + <td> + nonsense; foolish talk; babble, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hay-sow, + </td> + <td> + long oblong stack of hay, + </td> + <td> + shaped like a sow + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + he that will to Cupar maun to Cupar, + </td> + <td> + a wilful man must have his way, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + heap, + </td> + <td> + very much, + </td> + <td> + also heap + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + heardna, + </td> + <td> + did not hear, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hearin', + </td> + <td> + hearing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hearken, + </td> + <td> + hearken; hear; listen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hearkened, + </td> + <td> + hearkened; heard; listened, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hearkenin', + </td> + <td> + hearkening; listening, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hearkent, + </td> + <td> + hearkened; heard; listened, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Hecklebirnie, + </td> + <td> + Hell, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hecklet, + </td> + <td> + cross-questioned; examined, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hed, + </td> + <td> + had, + </td> + <td> + also hid + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + heepocreet, + </td> + <td> + hypocrite, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + heicht, + </td> + <td> + height, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + heid, + </td> + <td> + head; heading, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + heids, + </td> + <td> + heads; headings, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + helpin', + </td> + <td> + helping, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + helpit, + </td> + <td> + helped, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + her lane, + </td> + <td> + on her own, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hersel', + </td> + <td> + herself, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hert, + </td> + <td> + heart, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hertily, + </td> + <td> + heartily, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + herts, + </td> + <td> + hearts, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + het, + </td> + <td> + hot; burning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hev, + </td> + <td> + have, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Hielan', + </td> + <td> + Highland, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Hielan'man, + </td> + <td> + Highland man, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hillo, + </td> + <td> + , + </td> + <td> + a call to attract attention + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + him lane, + </td> + <td> + on his own, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + himsel', + </td> + <td> + himself, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hinder, + </td> + <td> + hinder; hind; latter, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hine, + </td> + <td> + away; afar; to a distance, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hing, + </td> + <td> + hang, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hingin', + </td> + <td> + hanging, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hings, + </td> + <td> + hangs, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hinnerance, + </td> + <td> + hinderance, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hinney, + </td> + <td> + honey, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hintit, + </td> + <td> + hinted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hips, + </td> + <td> + borders of a district, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hiz, + </td> + <td> + us, + </td> + <td> + emphatic + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hizzies, + </td> + <td> + hussies; silly girls, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hoo, + </td> + <td> + how, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hooever, + </td> + <td> + however, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hooly, + </td> + <td> + slowly; cautiously; gently, + </td> + <td> + also 'take your time' + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hoomble, + </td> + <td> + humble, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hoombly, + </td> + <td> + humbly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hoor, + </td> + <td> + hour, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hoo's, + </td> + <td> + how is, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hoose, + </td> + <td> + house, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hooses, + </td> + <td> + houses, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hoot, + </td> + <td> + pshaw, + </td> + <td> + exclamation of doubt or contempt + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Hoot awa!, + </td> + <td> + tuts!; nonsense!, + </td> + <td> + also exclamation of sympathy + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hoot toot, + </td> + <td> + tut!, + </td> + <td> + exclamation of annoyance + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hoots, + </td> + <td> + pshaw, + </td> + <td> + exclamation of doubt or contempt + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + horse-huves, + </td> + <td> + horse hooves, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hose, + </td> + <td> + stocking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hostit, + </td> + <td> + coughed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + houp, + </td> + <td> + hope, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + houpe, + </td> + <td> + hope, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + houps, + </td> + <td> + hopes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + humblet, + </td> + <td> + humbled, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hunger, + </td> + <td> + hunger; starve, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hungert, + </td> + <td> + starved, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hunner, + </td> + <td> + hundred, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + huntin', + </td> + <td> + hunting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hurdies, + </td> + <td> + buttocks, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hurry an' a scurry, + </td> + <td> + uproar; tumult, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hurtit, + </td> + <td> + hurt, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + huves, + </td> + <td> + hooves, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + hynd, + </td> + <td> + straight; by the nearest road, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + i', + </td> + <td> + in; into, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + I doobt, + </td> + <td> + I know; I suspect, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + I wat, + </td> + <td> + I know; I assure (you), + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ilk, + </td> + <td> + every; each, + </td> + <td> + also common; ordinary + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ilka, + </td> + <td> + every; each, + </td> + <td> + also common; ordinary + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ilkabody, + </td> + <td> + everybody; everyone, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ill, + </td> + <td> + bad; evil; hard; harsh; badly, + </td> + <td> + also misfortune; harm + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'ill, + </td> + <td> + will, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ill-contrived, + </td> + <td> + tricky; mischievous, + </td> + <td> + also badly behaved; ill-tempered + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ill-doin', + </td> + <td> + badly behaved, + </td> + <td> + also leading an evil life + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ill-fashioned, + </td> + <td> + vulgar in habits; ill-mannered, + </td> + <td> + also quarrelsome + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ill-faured, + </td> + <td> + unbecoming; ill-mannered; clumsy, + </td> + <td> + also unpleasant + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ill-mainnert, + </td> + <td> + ill-mannered, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ill-tongued, + </td> + <td> + foul-tongued; abusive, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ill-used, + </td> + <td> + used wrongly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ill-willy, + </td> + <td> + ill-tempered; spiteful; grudging, + </td> + <td> + also reluctant + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'im, + </td> + <td> + him, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + impidence, + </td> + <td> + impudence, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + imputin', + </td> + <td> + imputing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + inheritin', + </td> + <td> + inheriting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + in't, + </td> + <td> + in it, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + interesstin', + </td> + <td> + interesting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + interferin', + </td> + <td> + interfering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + interruppit, + </td> + <td> + interrupted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + intil, + </td> + <td> + into; in; within, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ir, + </td> + <td> + are, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Ishmeleets, + </td> + <td> + Ishmaelites, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + isna, + </td> + <td> + is not; is no, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + is't, + </td> + <td> + is it, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ither, + </td> + <td> + other; another; further, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'ither, + </td> + <td> + other; another; further, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + itsel', + </td> + <td> + itself, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + iver, + </td> + <td> + ever, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jabberin', + </td> + <td> + chattering; idle talking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jaloosed, + </td> + <td> + suspected; guessed; imagined, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jaud, + </td> + <td> + lass; girl; worthless woman, + </td> + <td> + old worn-out horse + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jaw, + </td> + <td> + billow; splash; surge; wave, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jawin', + </td> + <td> + talking; chattering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Jeames, + </td> + <td> + James, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Jeck, + </td> + <td> + Jack, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jeedgment, + </td> + <td> + judgement, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Jeroozlem, + </td> + <td> + Jerusalem, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jined, + </td> + <td> + joined, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jines, + </td> + <td> + joins, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jist, + </td> + <td> + just, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + judgin', + </td> + <td> + judging, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jumps, + </td> + <td> + tallies; coincides, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + justifee, + </td> + <td> + justify, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + justifeein', + </td> + <td> + justifying, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + jyler, + </td> + <td> + jailer, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kailyard, + </td> + <td> + kitchen garden; small cottage garden, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + keek, + </td> + <td> + look; peep; spy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + keekin', + </td> + <td> + looking; peeping; prying, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + keepit, + </td> + <td> + kept, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kelpie, + </td> + <td> + water-sprite; river-horse, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ken, + </td> + <td> + know; be acquainted with; recognise, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kenna, + </td> + <td> + do not know, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kennin', + </td> + <td> + knowing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kens, + </td> + <td> + knows, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kent, + </td> + <td> + known; knew, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kep, + </td> + <td> + keep; catch, + </td> + <td> + also intercept; encounter + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kickin', + </td> + <td> + kicking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kickit, + </td> + <td> + kicked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kin', + </td> + <td> + kind; nature; sort; agreeable, + </td> + <td> + also somewhat; in some degree + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kin'ness, + </td> + <td> + kindness, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kirk, + </td> + <td> + church, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kirks, + </td> + <td> + churches, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kirkyaird, + </td> + <td> + churchyard, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kirstened, + </td> + <td> + christened, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kirstenin', + </td> + <td> + christening, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kissin', + </td> + <td> + kissing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kist, + </td> + <td> + chest; coffer; box; chest of drawers, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kists, + </td> + <td> + chests; coffers; boxes; luggage, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kitchie, + </td> + <td> + kitchen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kittlins, + </td> + <td> + kittens, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + kneipit, + </td> + <td> + knocked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lad, + </td> + <td> + boy, + </td> + <td> + term of commendation or reverence + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + laddie, + </td> + <td> + boy, + </td> + <td> + term of affection + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + laddies, + </td> + <td> + boys, + </td> + <td> + term of affection + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lads, + </td> + <td> + boys, + </td> + <td> + term of commendation or reverence + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + laicher, + </td> + <td> + lower, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + laird, + </td> + <td> + landed proprietor; squire; lord, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lameter, + </td> + <td> + cripple, + </td> + <td> + also lame + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lammie, + </td> + <td> + little lamb, + </td> + <td> + term of endearment + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lan', + </td> + <td> + land; country; ground, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lane, + </td> + <td> + lone; alone; lonely; solitary, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lang, + </td> + <td> + long; big; large; many, + </td> + <td> + also slow; tedious + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + langed, + </td> + <td> + longed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + langer, + </td> + <td> + longer, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lang-leggit, + </td> + <td> + long legged, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lang's, + </td> + <td> + long as, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lang-tailed, + </td> + <td> + tedious, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lan'less, + </td> + <td> + landless, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lap, + </td> + <td> + leaped, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lapstane, + </td> + <td> + stone on which a shoemaker, + </td> + <td> + hammers his leather + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lass, + </td> + <td> + girl; young woman, + </td> + <td> + term of address + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lasses, + </td> + <td> + girls; young women, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lassie, + </td> + <td> + girl, + </td> + <td> + term of endearment + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lat, + </td> + <td> + let; allow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lat's, + </td> + <td> + let's; let us; let his, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + latten, + </td> + <td> + let; allowed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lattin', + </td> + <td> + letting; allowing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lauch, + </td> + <td> + laugh, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lauchin', + </td> + <td> + laughing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lauchter, + </td> + <td> + laughter, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lave, + </td> + <td> + rest; remainder; others, + </td> + <td> + also leave + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + laverock, + </td> + <td> + lark (type of bird), + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Lawlands, + </td> + <td> + Lowlands, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lea, + </td> + <td> + leave, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lea', + </td> + <td> + leave, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leadin', + </td> + <td> + leading, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leal, + </td> + <td> + loyal; faithful; sincere; true, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + learnin', + </td> + <td> + learning, + </td> + <td> + also teaching + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + learnt, + </td> + <td> + learned, + </td> + <td> + also taught + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leavin', + </td> + <td> + leaving, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leddy, + </td> + <td> + lady, + </td> + <td> + also boy; lad; laddy + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lee, + </td> + <td> + pasture; fallow ground, + </td> + <td> + also shelter from wind or rain; lie + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leear, + </td> + <td> + lier, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leebrary, + </td> + <td> + library, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leed, + </td> + <td> + lied; told lies, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leein', + </td> + <td> + lying; telling lies, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lees, + </td> + <td> + lies, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leevin', + </td> + <td> + living; living being, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leiser, + </td> + <td> + leisure, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + len', + </td> + <td> + lend; give; grant, + </td> + <td> + also loan + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + len'th, + </td> + <td> + length, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leuch, + </td> + <td> + laughed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leuk, + </td> + <td> + look; watch; appearance, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + leys, + </td> + <td> + grasslands, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + licht, + </td> + <td> + light, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lichtlie, + </td> + <td> + make light of; disparage, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lickin', + </td> + <td> + thrashing; punishment, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lien, + </td> + <td> + lain, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lift, + </td> + <td> + load; boost; lift; helping hand, + </td> + <td> + also sky; heavens + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + liket, + </td> + <td> + liked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + likit, + </td> + <td> + liked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + likliheid, + </td> + <td> + likelyhood, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + likly, + </td> + <td> + likely, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + limmer, + </td> + <td> + rascal; rogue, + </td> + <td> + also loose woman; prostitute + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lingel, + </td> + <td> + shoemaker's thread, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + links, + </td> + <td> + stretch of sandy grass-covered ground, + </td> + <td> + near the seashore + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lint-bells, + </td> + <td> + flowers of the flax, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lippen, + </td> + <td> + trust; depend on, + </td> + <td> + also look after + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + list, + </td> + <td> + enlist as a soldier, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + livin', + </td> + <td> + living, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'll, + </td> + <td> + will, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lockit, + </td> + <td> + locked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + longin', + </td> + <td> + longing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Lonnon, + </td> + <td> + London, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + loon, + </td> + <td> + rascal; rogue; ragamuffin, + </td> + <td> + also boy; lad + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + loot, + </td> + <td> + let; allowed; permitted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Losh!, + </td> + <td> + corrupt form of 'Lord', + </td> + <td> + exclamation of surprise or wonder + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + losin', + </td> + <td> + losing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + loup, + </td> + <td> + leap; jump; spring, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + loup-coonter lads, + </td> + <td> + shopkeepers; salesmen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + loupin', + </td> + <td> + leaping; jumping; springing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + loupin'-on-stane, + </td> + <td> + horse-block, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lowse, + </td> + <td> + loose; free, + </td> + <td> + also dishonest; immoral + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + luckie-daddie, + </td> + <td> + grandfather, + </td> + <td> + also fondly regarded forefather + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + luckie-daiddie, + </td> + <td> + grandfather, + </td> + <td> + also fondly regarded forefather + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + luckie-minnie, + </td> + <td> + grandmother, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lucky, + </td> + <td> + old woman, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lucky-daiddy, + </td> + <td> + grandfather, + </td> + <td> + also fondly regarded forefather + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lug, + </td> + <td> + ear; fin (fish); handle, + </td> + <td> + also shallow wooden dish + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lugs, + </td> + <td> + ears, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + luik, + </td> + <td> + look, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + luikin', + </td> + <td> + looking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + luikit, + </td> + <td> + looked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + luiks, + </td> + <td> + looks, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + luve, + </td> + <td> + love, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lyin', + </td> + <td> + lying, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + lythe, + </td> + <td> + shelter, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'm, + </td> + <td> + him, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ma, + </td> + <td> + my, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + magistrand, + </td> + <td> + student about to become M.A., + </td> + <td> + at Aberdeen University + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maijesty, + </td> + <td> + majesty, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mainner, + </td> + <td> + manner, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mainners, + </td> + <td> + manners, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mair, + </td> + <td> + more; greater, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mairch, + </td> + <td> + march, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mairry, + </td> + <td> + marry, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maist, + </td> + <td> + most; almost, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'maist, + </td> + <td> + almost, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maist han', + </td> + <td> + almost, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maister, + </td> + <td> + master; mister, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maistly, + </td> + <td> + mostly; most of all, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maitter, + </td> + <td> + matter, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maitters, + </td> + <td> + matters, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mak, + </td> + <td> + make; do, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mak', + </td> + <td> + make; do, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + makin', + </td> + <td> + making; doing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maks, + </td> + <td> + makes; does, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mak's, + </td> + <td> + makes; does, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + man-body, + </td> + <td> + full grown man, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Markis, + </td> + <td> + Marquis, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maukin, + </td> + <td> + hare, + </td> + <td> + also a reference to a poem by Burns + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maun, + </td> + <td> + must; have to, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + maunna, + </td> + <td> + must not; may not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mayna, + </td> + <td> + may not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + meanin', + </td> + <td> + meaning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + meddlin', + </td> + <td> + meddling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + meenit, + </td> + <td> + minute, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + meenits, + </td> + <td> + minutes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + meenute, + </td> + <td> + minute, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + meesery, + </td> + <td> + misery, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mell, + </td> + <td> + mix; be intimate; meddle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mem, + </td> + <td> + Ma'am; Miss; Madam, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + men', + </td> + <td> + mend, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + men'in', + </td> + <td> + mending; healing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + men't, + </td> + <td> + mended, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + merchan's, + </td> + <td> + merchants; shopkeepers, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mercifu', + </td> + <td> + merciful; favourable, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mere, + </td> + <td> + mare, + </td> + <td> + also mere + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + merried, + </td> + <td> + married, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + merry, + </td> + <td> + marry, + </td> + <td> + also merry + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + micht, + </td> + <td> + might, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + michtna, + </td> + <td> + might not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + michty, + </td> + <td> + mighty; God, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + midden, + </td> + <td> + dunghill; manure pile, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + middlin', + </td> + <td> + tolerable; mediocre; fairly well, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mids, + </td> + <td> + midst; middle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mids', + </td> + <td> + midst; middle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + min', + </td> + <td> + mind; recollection, + </td> + <td> + also recollect; remember + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + min' upo', + </td> + <td> + remember, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mind, + </td> + <td> + mind; recollection, + </td> + <td> + also recollect; remember + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ministert, + </td> + <td> + ministered, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + minit, + </td> + <td> + minute, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mint, + </td> + <td> + insinuate; hint; feign, + </td> + <td> + also aim at; attempt + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mintin', + </td> + <td> + insinuating; hinting; feigning, + </td> + <td> + also aiming at; attempting + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mintit, + </td> + <td> + insinuated; hinted; feigned, + </td> + <td> + also aimed at; attempted + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mirk, + </td> + <td> + darkness; gloom; night, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mischeef, + </td> + <td> + mischief; injury; harm, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + misdoobt, + </td> + <td> + doubt; disbelieve; suspect, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + missionar', + </td> + <td> + missionary, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mistak, + </td> + <td> + mistake, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mither, + </td> + <td> + mother, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mithers, + </td> + <td> + mothers, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mizzer, + </td> + <td> + measure, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + moedesty, + </td> + <td> + modesty, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mony, + </td> + <td> + many, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + moo', + </td> + <td> + mouth, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + moose, + </td> + <td> + mouse, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mornin', + </td> + <td> + morning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + morn's, + </td> + <td> + tomorrow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mou', + </td> + <td> + mouth, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + moufu', + </td> + <td> + mouthful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mou'fu', + </td> + <td> + mouthful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mould, + </td> + <td> + mould; loose earth; top soil, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + muckle, + </td> + <td> + huge; enormous; big; great; much, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + muckler, + </td> + <td> + bigger; greater, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mull, + </td> + <td> + snuff-box, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mune, + </td> + <td> + moon, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + munelicht, + </td> + <td> + moonlight, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + murnin', + </td> + <td> + mourning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mutch, + </td> + <td> + woman's cap with protruding frill, + </td> + <td> + worn under the bonnet + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mutchkin, + </td> + <td> + liquid measure, + </td> + <td> + equal to an English pint + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + my lane, + </td> + <td> + on my own, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + mysel', + </td> + <td> + myself, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + na, + </td> + <td> + not; by no means, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nae, + </td> + <td> + no; none; not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + naebody, + </td> + <td> + nobody; no one, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + naething, + </td> + <td> + nothing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nane, + </td> + <td> + none, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nanetheless, + </td> + <td> + nonetheless, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nater, + </td> + <td> + nature, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nat'ral, + </td> + <td> + natural, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + natur', + </td> + <td> + nature, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + naything, + </td> + <td> + nothing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nearhan', + </td> + <td> + nearly; almost; near by, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + near-han', + </td> + <td> + nearly; almost; near by, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nears, + </td> + <td> + kidneys, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nebs, + </td> + <td> + tips; points; nibs; beaks, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + neebor, + </td> + <td> + neighbour, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + neebors, + </td> + <td> + neighbours, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + neebour, + </td> + <td> + neighbour, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + needfu', + </td> + <td> + needful; necessary; needy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + needna, + </td> + <td> + do not need; need not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ne'er-do-weel, + </td> + <td> + an incorrigible; troublemaker, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + neist, + </td> + <td> + next; nearest, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nesty, + </td> + <td> + nasty, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + neuk, + </td> + <td> + nook; recess; interior angle, + </td> + <td> + also corner + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + news, + </td> + <td> + talk; gossip, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nicht, + </td> + <td> + night; evening, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + niffer, + </td> + <td> + exchange; barter, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + no, + </td> + <td> + not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + no', + </td> + <td> + not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + noething, + </td> + <td> + nothing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + noo, + </td> + <td> + now, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + noo', + </td> + <td> + now, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + noo a-days, + </td> + <td> + now; in these days, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nor, + </td> + <td> + than; although; if, + </td> + <td> + also nor + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nor's, + </td> + <td> + than is, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + notwithstandin', + </td> + <td> + notwithstanding, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + nuik, + </td> + <td> + corner, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + o', + </td> + <td> + of; 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vapour, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rejeckit, + </td> + <td> + rejected, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + remainin', + </td> + <td> + remaining, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + remeid, + </td> + <td> + remedy; cure; redress, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + repentin', + </td> + <td> + repenting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + resentin', + </td> + <td> + resenting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + respec', + </td> + <td> + respect, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + respecks, + </td> + <td> + respects; considers worthy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + richt, + </td> + <td> + right; correct, + </td> + <td> + also mend + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + richteous, + </td> + <td> + righteous, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + richteousness, + </td> + <td> + righteousness, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + richtly, + </td> + <td> + certainly; positively, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rig, + </td> + <td> + ridge; space between furrows, + </td> + <td> + also long narrow hill + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rin, + </td> + <td> + run, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rinnin', + </td> + <td> + running, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rins, + </td> + <td> + runs, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + risin', + </td> + <td> + rising, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rist, + </td> + <td> + rest, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rivin', + </td> + <td> + renting; tearing; tuging; wrenching, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rizzon, + </td> + <td> + reason, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rizzonin', + </td> + <td> + reasoning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rizzons, + </td> + <td> + reasons, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + roarin', + </td> + <td> + roaring, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rockit, + </td> + <td> + rocked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ro'd, + </td> + <td> + road; course; way, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Rom', + </td> + <td> + Rome, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + roof-tree, + </td> + <td> + beam forming the angle of a roof, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + roomy, + </td> + <td> + little room, + </td> + <td> + diminutive + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + roon, + </td> + <td> + around; round, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + roon', + </td> + <td> + around; round, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + roset, + </td> + <td> + resin; cobbler's wax, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + roset-ends, + </td> + <td> + shoemaker's waxed thread-ends, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rottan, + </td> + <td> + rat, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rouch, + </td> + <td> + rough, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + rowdie, + </td> + <td> + hag; beldame, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ruck, + </td> + <td> + bulk; mass; majority, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ruggin', + </td> + <td> + pulling forcibly; tugging; tearing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ruggin' and rivin', + </td> + <td> + draging forcibly, + </td> + <td> + also contending for possession + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + runklet, + </td> + <td> + wrinkled; creased; crumpled, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 's, + </td> + <td> + us; his; as; is, + </td> + <td> + also has + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + s', + </td> + <td> + shall, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sae, + </td> + <td> + so; as, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + saft, + </td> + <td> + muddy; soft; silly; foolish, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + saiddlet, + </td> + <td> + saddled, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sair, + </td> + <td> + sore; sorely; sad; hard; very; greatly, + </td> + <td> + also serve; satisfy + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sair heid, + </td> + <td> + headache, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sair-vroucht, + </td> + <td> + hard-worked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + saitisfee, + </td> + <td> + satisfy, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + saitisfeed, + </td> + <td> + satisfied, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + saitisfeet, + </td> + <td> + satisfied, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + salamander, + </td> + <td> + large poker with a flat heated end, + </td> + <td> + for lighting fires + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sall, + </td> + <td> + shall, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sang, + </td> + <td> + song, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sangs, + </td> + <td> + songs, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sanna, + </td> + <td> + shall not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Sanny, + </td> + <td> + Sandy, + </td> + <td> + also Scotsman + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sark, + </td> + <td> + shirt, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sarks, + </td> + <td> + shirts, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sattle, + </td> + <td> + settle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + saven, + </td> + <td> + wise; knowledgeable, + </td> + <td> + also seven + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + savin', + </td> + <td> + saving, + </td> + <td> + also except + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + savin's, + </td> + <td> + savings, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Sawtan, + </td> + <td> + Satan, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sax, + </td> + <td> + six, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + saxpence, + </td> + <td> + sixpence, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sayin', + </td> + <td> + saying, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + scar, + </td> + <td> + cliff; precipice, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + scart, + </td> + <td> + scratch; strike a match; scrape, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + schuil, + </td> + <td> + school, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + schuilin', + </td> + <td> + schooling; education, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + schuilmaister, + </td> + <td> + schoolmaster, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + schule, + </td> + <td> + school, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + schule-time, + </td> + <td> + time for school, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + scoonrel, + </td> + <td> + scoundrel, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + scoon'rel, + </td> + <td> + scoundrel, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Scotlan', + </td> + <td> + Scotland, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + scraich, + </td> + <td> + shriek; scream; bird's shrill cry, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + scrattit, + </td> + <td> + scratched; dug, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + screed, + </td> + <td> + recite rapidly; talk tediously; reel off, + </td> + <td> + also scraping sound + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Scripter, + </td> + <td> + Scripture, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sculduddery, + </td> + <td> + fornication; grossness; obscenity, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + scunner, + </td> + <td> + disgust; disgusting; revolting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + scunnert, + </td> + <td> + disgusted; loathed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + scurry, + </td> + <td> + scour; got about from place to place, + </td> + <td> + also wander aimlessly + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + seck, + </td> + <td> + sack, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + seein', + </td> + <td> + seeing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + seekin', + </td> + <td> + seeking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + se'enteen, + </td> + <td> + seventeen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sel', + </td> + <td> + self, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + self-forgettin', + </td> + <td> + self-forgetting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sellt, + </td> + <td> + sold, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + semies, + </td> + <td> + second year's university students, + </td> + <td> + at Aberdeen University + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sen', + </td> + <td> + send, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sendin', + </td> + <td> + sending, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sen'in', + </td> + <td> + sending, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + servan', + </td> + <td> + servant, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + servan's, + </td> + <td> + servants, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sessions-buik, + </td> + <td> + church record of its proceedings, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + set, + </td> + <td> + set out; start off; become, + </td> + <td> + also inclined; disposed + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Setterday, + </td> + <td> + Saturday, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shacken, + </td> + <td> + shaken, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shackle-bane, + </td> + <td> + wrist; wrist-bone, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Shackspear, + </td> + <td> + Shakespeare, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shak'-doon, + </td> + <td> + shakedown; crude makeshift bed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shanna, + </td> + <td> + shall not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sharpset, + </td> + <td> + keen; sharp-witted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sharp-set, + </td> + <td> + keen; sharp-witted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shaw, + </td> + <td> + show; reveal, + </td> + <td> + also grove + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shawn, + </td> + <td> + shown, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shaws, + </td> + <td> + shows, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shearin', + </td> + <td> + shearing (sheep), + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shillin', + </td> + <td> + shilling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shillin's, + </td> + <td> + shillings, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shinin', + </td> + <td> + shining, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shochlin, + </td> + <td> + waddling; in-kneed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shochlin', + </td> + <td> + waddling; in-kneed, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shoothers, + </td> + <td> + shoulders, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shortcomin's, + </td> + <td> + shortcomings, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shortent, + </td> + <td> + shortened, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shouldna, + </td> + <td> + should not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shuit, + </td> + <td> + suit, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shune, + </td> + <td> + shoes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + shutin', + </td> + <td> + shooting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sib, + </td> + <td> + relation; akin; closely related, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sic, + </td> + <td> + such; so; similar, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + siccan, + </td> + <td> + such a; such an, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sicht, + </td> + <td> + sight, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sichtit, + </td> + <td> + sighted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sicker, + </td> + <td> + secure; safe; firm; sure, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sic-like, + </td> + <td> + suchlike; likewise, + </td> + <td> + like such a person or thing + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + side, + </td> + <td> + district; region, + </td> + <td> + also the side of + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sidin', + </td> + <td> + siding, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + siller, + </td> + <td> + silver; money; wealth, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + simmer, + </td> + <td> + Summer, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sin, + </td> + <td> + since; ago; since then, + </td> + <td> + also sin; sun + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sin', + </td> + <td> + since; ago; since then, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sinfu', + </td> + <td> + sinful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + singin', + </td> + <td> + singing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sittin', + </td> + <td> + sitting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + skelf, + </td> + <td> + shelf, + </td> + <td> + also splinter + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + skelpin', + </td> + <td> + digging; ploughing, + </td> + <td> + also beating; striking + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + skirl, + </td> + <td> + scream; sing shrilly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + slack, + </td> + <td> + slow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + slauchtert, + </td> + <td> + slaughtered, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sleepin', + </td> + <td> + sleeping, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sleepit, + </td> + <td> + slept, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sleicht o' han', + </td> + <td> + sleight of hand, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sliddery, + </td> + <td> + slippery; smooth, + </td> + <td> + also sly; deceitful + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + slinkin', + </td> + <td> + slinking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + slip, + </td> + <td> + let slip; convey by stealth, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + slippin', + </td> + <td> + slipping, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + slips, + </td> + <td> + tricks, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sma', + </td> + <td> + small; little; slight; narrow; young, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + smacks, + </td> + <td> + single-masted sailing boats, + </td> + <td> + not necessarily a Scottish word + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + smeddum, + </td> + <td> + spirit; mettle; liveliness, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + smilin', + </td> + <td> + smiling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + smokin', + </td> + <td> + smoking; smouldering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + smokin' flax, + </td> + <td> + smouldering wick, + </td> + <td> + reference to Matthew 12:20 + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + smorin', + </td> + <td> + smothering; suffocating, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + snappin', + </td> + <td> + snapping, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + snaw, + </td> + <td> + snow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sneck, + </td> + <td> + door-latch; catch (gate), + </td> + <td> + also latch + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + snod, + </td> + <td> + smooth; neat; trim; tidy; snug, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sod, + </td> + <td> + sad, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sodger, + </td> + <td> + soldier, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sodgers, + </td> + <td> + soldiers, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sojer, + </td> + <td> + soldier, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + some, + </td> + <td> + somewhat; rather; quite; very, + </td> + <td> + also some + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + somehoo, + </td> + <td> + somehow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sookit, + </td> + <td> + sucked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + soon', + </td> + <td> + sound, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + soonds, + </td> + <td> + sounds, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sornin', + </td> + <td> + taking food or lodging; sponging, + </td> + <td> + taking by force of threat + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sortit, + </td> + <td> + sorted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + soucht, + </td> + <td> + sought, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sough, + </td> + <td> + sigh; sound of wind; deep breath, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + soun', + </td> + <td> + sound, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + soun's, + </td> + <td> + sounds, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + soutar, + </td> + <td> + shoemaker; cobbler, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sowl, + </td> + <td> + soul, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sowls, + </td> + <td> + souls, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spak, + </td> + <td> + spoke, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spak', + </td> + <td> + spoke, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spark, + </td> + <td> + speck; spot; blemish; atom, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spaud, + </td> + <td> + spade, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speakin', + </td> + <td> + speaking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speerit, + </td> + <td> + spirit, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speik, + </td> + <td> + speak, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speikin', + </td> + <td> + speaking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speir, + </td> + <td> + ask about; enquire; question, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speired, + </td> + <td> + asked about; enquired; questioned, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speirin', + </td> + <td> + asking about; enquiring; questioning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speirs, + </td> + <td> + asks about; enquires; questions, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speirt, + </td> + <td> + asked about; enquired; questioned, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spen', + </td> + <td> + spend, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spence, + </td> + <td> + storeroom; larder, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speyk, + </td> + <td> + speak, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speykin, + </td> + <td> + speaking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + speykin', + </td> + <td> + speaking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spier, + </td> + <td> + ask about; enquire; question, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spring, + </td> + <td> + quick lively tune, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spult, + </td> + <td> + spilt, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + spunes, + </td> + <td> + spoons, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Squaur, + </td> + <td> + square, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stack, + </td> + <td> + stuck, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stair, + </td> + <td> + stairs; staircase, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stamack, + </td> + <td> + stomach, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stamacks, + </td> + <td> + stomachs, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stampin', + </td> + <td> + stamping, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stan', + </td> + <td> + stand; stop, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stane, + </td> + <td> + stone; measure of weight, + </td> + <td> + 1 stone = 14 pounds + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stanes, + </td> + <td> + stones, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stan'in', + </td> + <td> + standing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stan's, + </td> + <td> + stands, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + starnie, + </td> + <td> + very small quantity, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + startit, + </td> + <td> + started, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + steek, + </td> + <td> + shut; close; clench, + </td> + <td> + also stitch (as in clothing) + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + steekit, + </td> + <td> + shut; closed; clenched, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stept, + </td> + <td> + stepped, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sterve, + </td> + <td> + starve, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stew, + </td> + <td> + dust; vapour; smoke, + </td> + <td> + also stench; stink + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stickin', + </td> + <td> + sticking; goring, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stingin', + </td> + <td> + stinging, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stinkin', + </td> + <td> + stinking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stockin'-fit, + </td> + <td> + feet clothed in stockings, + </td> + <td> + i.e. without shoes + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stook, + </td> + <td> + arranging the sheaves in a stook, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stoun', + </td> + <td> + ache; throb, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stown, + </td> + <td> + stolen, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Straddle Vawrious, + </td> + <td> + Stradivarius, + </td> + <td> + make of violin + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + strae-deith, + </td> + <td> + death in bed; natural death, + </td> + <td> + not a violent death + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + straik, + </td> + <td> + streak; stroke; blow; caress, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + straiks, + </td> + <td> + streaks; strokes; blows; caresses, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + strang, + </td> + <td> + strong, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + strathspey, + </td> + <td> + Highland dance, + </td> + <td> + like a reel but slower + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + straucht, + </td> + <td> + straighten; straight, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + straught, + </td> + <td> + straight, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stravaguin', + </td> + <td> + saunter; stroll; go about aimlessly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stren'th, + </td> + <td> + strength, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stucken, + </td> + <td> + stuck, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stud, + </td> + <td> + stood, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + stule, + </td> + <td> + stool, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + styte, + </td> + <td> + nonsense, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + subjec', + </td> + <td> + subject, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + subjeck, + </td> + <td> + subject, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + subjecks, + </td> + <td> + subjects, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + substrackin', + </td> + <td> + subtracting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sudna, + </td> + <td> + should not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sufferin', + </td> + <td> + suffering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + suffert, + </td> + <td> + suffered, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + suld, + </td> + <td> + should, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + suldna, + </td> + <td> + should not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + sumph, + </td> + <td> + soft blunt fellow; 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hanging low down, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + syne, + </td> + <td> + ago; since; then; at that time, + </td> + <td> + also in (good) time + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 't, + </td> + <td> + it, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tae, + </td> + <td> + toe; also tea, + </td> + <td> + also the one; to + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + taed, + </td> + <td> + toad, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ta'en, + </td> + <td> + taken; seized, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + taes, + </td> + <td> + toes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + taings, + </td> + <td> + tongs; prongs, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tak, + </td> + <td> + take; seize, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tak', + </td> + <td> + take; seize, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tak tent, + </td> + <td> + look out; pay attention; watch, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + takin', + </td> + <td> + taking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + taks, + </td> + <td> + takes; seizes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + talkin', + </td> + <td> + talking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tane, + </td> + <td> + the one, + </td> + <td> + also taken + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tap, + </td> + <td> + top; tip; head, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tastin', + </td> + <td> + tasting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + taucht, + </td> + <td> + taught, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tauld, + </td> + <td> + told, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tawtie, + </td> + <td> + potato, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + taxed, + </td> + <td> + found fault with; scolded, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tay, + </td> + <td> + tea; supper, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tay-time, + </td> + <td> + tea time; supper, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + teachin', + </td> + <td> + teaching, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + teep, + </td> + <td> + type, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + telled, + </td> + <td> + told, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tellin', + </td> + <td> + telling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tellt, + </td> + <td> + told, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tell't, + </td> + <td> + told, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + telt, + </td> + <td> + told, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tent, + </td> + <td> + attention; care; heed; notice, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thae, + </td> + <td> + those; these, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thairm, + </td> + <td> + fiddle-string, + </td> + <td> + also intestine; gut; belly + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + than, + </td> + <td> + then, + </td> + <td> + also than + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thankfu', + </td> + <td> + thankful, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thankit, + </td> + <td> + thanked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thanksgivin', + </td> + <td> + thanksgiving, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + that'll, + </td> + <td> + that will, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + the day, + </td> + <td> + today, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + the morn, + </td> + <td> + tomorrow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + the nicht, + </td> + <td> + tonight, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + the noo, + </td> + <td> + just now; now, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + the piece, + </td> + <td> + apiece, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thegither, + </td> + <td> + together, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + themsels, + </td> + <td> + themselves, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + themsel's, + </td> + <td> + themselves, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thereaboots, + </td> + <td> + thereabouts, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thimmel, + </td> + <td> + thimble, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thinkin', + </td> + <td> + thinking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thinksna, + </td> + <td> + does not think, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + this mony a day, + </td> + <td> + for some time, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tho', + </td> + <td> + though, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thocht, + </td> + <td> + thought, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thochtna, + </td> + <td> + did not think, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thochts, + </td> + <td> + thoughts, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thoo, + </td> + <td> + thou; you (God), + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thoomacks, + </td> + <td> + violin-pegs, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thoucht, + </td> + <td> + thought, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thouchts, + </td> + <td> + thoughts, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thrapple, + </td> + <td> + windpipe; throat, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thrivin', + </td> + <td> + thriving, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + throu, + </td> + <td> + through, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + throu', + </td> + <td> + through, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + throuw, + </td> + <td> + through, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + throw, + </td> + <td> + through, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + thrum, + </td> + <td> + particle; tangle; mess, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ticht, + </td> + <td> + tight, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + til, + </td> + <td> + to; till; until; about; at; before, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + till, + </td> + <td> + to; till; until; about; at; before, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + timmer, + </td> + <td> + timber; wood, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tint, + </td> + <td> + lost; got lost, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'tis, + </td> + <td> + it is, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tither, + </td> + <td> + the other, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tod, + </td> + <td> + fox, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + toom, + </td> + <td> + empty; unload, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + toomin', + </td> + <td> + emptying; unloading, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + toon, + </td> + <td> + town; village, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + toon-piper, + </td> + <td> + town piper, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + toot, + </td> + <td> + tut!, + </td> + <td> + exclamation of annoyance + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Toots!, + </td> + <td> + Tuts!; Tush!, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + towie, + </td> + <td> + string, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + trailin', + </td> + <td> + dragging forcibly; hauling along, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + traivel, + </td> + <td> + travel, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + traivellin', + </td> + <td> + travelling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tramp, + </td> + <td> + trudge, + </td> + <td> + also tramp + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + transe, + </td> + <td> + passage within a house, + </td> + <td> + also alley; narrow space + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tribble, + </td> + <td> + trouble, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + trimlin', + </td> + <td> + trembling, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + troo, + </td> + <td> + trust; believe, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + troosers, + </td> + <td> + trousers, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + troth, + </td> + <td> + truth; indeed, + </td> + <td> + also used as an exclamation + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + trowth, + </td> + <td> + truth; indeed, + </td> + <td> + also used as an exclamation + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tryin', + </td> + <td> + trying, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + 'ts, + </td> + <td> + its, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tu, + </td> + <td> + too; also, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tuik, + </td> + <td> + took, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + tum'ler, + </td> + <td> + tumbler; glass (of whisky), + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + turnin', + </td> + <td> + turning, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + turnt, + </td> + <td> + turned, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + twa, + </td> + <td> + two; a few, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + twa three, + </td> + <td> + several, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + twal, + </td> + <td> + twelve, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + twalmonth, + </td> + <td> + twelvemonth; 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unpleasant, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + unsoucht, + </td> + <td> + unsought, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + unweel, + </td> + <td> + unwell, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + up the stair, + </td> + <td> + upstairs, + </td> + <td> + also to heaven + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + uphaud, + </td> + <td> + uphold; maintain; support, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + uphaudin', + </td> + <td> + upholding; maintaining; supporting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + upo', + </td> + <td> + upon; on to; at, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + upsettin', + </td> + <td> + forward; ambitious; stuck-up; proud, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + vailue, + </td> + <td> + value, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + vainishin', + </td> + <td> + vanishing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + vainities, + </td> + <td> + vanities, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + verra, + </td> + <td> + very; true; real, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + vex, + </td> + <td> + trouble; vexation, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + vraith, + </td> + <td> + apparition, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + vrang, + </td> + <td> + wrong, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + vratch, + </td> + <td> + wretch, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + vrote, + </td> + <td> + wrote, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + vroucht, + </td> + <td> + wrought; worked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wa', + </td> + <td> + wall, + </td> + <td> + also way; away + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wad, + </td> + <td> + would, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wadna, + </td> + <td> + would not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wailin', + </td> + <td> + wailing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + waitin', + </td> + <td> + waiting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wakin', + </td> + <td> + waking, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wall, + </td> + <td> + well; spring of water, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wallopin', + </td> + <td> + dancing; galloping, + </td> + <td> + also beating; thrashing; knocking + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wame, + </td> + <td> + belly; stomach; womb; hollow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wamlin', + </td> + <td> + rolling; undulating, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wan, + </td> + <td> + reached; gained; got, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wan'erer, + </td> + <td> + wanderer, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wantin', + </td> + <td> + wanting; lacking; without; in want of, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wantit, + </td> + <td> + wanted, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + war, + </td> + <td> + were, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wark, + </td> + <td> + work; labour, + </td> + <td> + also show of affection + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + warl', + </td> + <td> + world; worldly goods, + </td> + <td> + also a large number + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + warld, + </td> + <td> + world, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + warldly, + </td> + <td> + worldly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + warna, + </td> + <td> + were not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + warran', + </td> + <td> + warrant; 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little; bit, + </td> + <td> + also short time; while + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + weel, + </td> + <td> + well; fine, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + weel-behaved, + </td> + <td> + well-behaved, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + weelfaur, + </td> + <td> + welfare, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + weel's, + </td> + <td> + well as, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + weet, + </td> + <td> + wet; dew; rain, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + weicht, + </td> + <td> + weight, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + weir, + </td> + <td> + wear, + </td> + <td> + also hedge; fence; enclosure + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + weirs, + </td> + <td> + wears, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + weyver, + </td> + <td> + weaver; knitter, + </td> + <td> + also knitter of stockings; spider + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wha, + </td> + <td> + who, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wha', + </td> + <td> + who, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whaever, + </td> + <td> + whoever, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whan, + </td> + <td> + when, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wharever, + </td> + <td> + wherever, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wha's, + </td> + <td> + who is, + </td> + <td> + also whose + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whase, + </td> + <td> + whose, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + What for no?, + </td> + <td> + Why not?, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + What for?, + </td> + <td> + Why?, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whaur, + </td> + <td> + where, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whaur'll, + </td> + <td> + where will, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whaur's, + </td> + <td> + where is; where has, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wheen, + </td> + <td> + little; few; number; quantity, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whiles, + </td> + <td> + sometimes; at times; now and then, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whilie, + </td> + <td> + short time, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whilk, + </td> + <td> + which, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whumle, + </td> + <td> + whelm; overwhelm; upset, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whusky, + </td> + <td> + whisky, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whustle, + </td> + <td> + whistle, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + whustled, + </td> + <td> + whistled, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wi', + </td> + <td> + with, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wice, + </td> + <td> + wise, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wife, + </td> + <td> + woman; landlady, + </td> + <td> + also wife + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wight, + </td> + <td> + fellow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + willin'ly, + </td> + <td> + willingly, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + willna, + </td> + <td> + will not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + win, + </td> + <td> + reach; gain; get; go; come, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + win', + </td> + <td> + wind, + </td> + <td> + also reach; gain; get; go; come + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + winkit, + </td> + <td> + winked, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + winna, + </td> + <td> + will not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + winnin', + </td> + <td> + reaching; gaining; getting, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + winnock, + </td> + <td> + window, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + winsome, + </td> + <td> + large; comely; merry, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wi'oot, + </td> + <td> + without, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wirrycow, + </td> + <td> + scarecrow, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wis, + </td> + <td> + was, + </td> + <td> + also wish + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wiss, + </td> + <td> + wish, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wissed, + </td> + <td> + wished, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wit, + </td> + <td> + intelligence; information, + </td> + <td> + also sense; wisdom + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wite, + </td> + <td> + blame; reproach; fault, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + withoot, + </td> + <td> + without, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + withstan', + </td> + <td> + withstand, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wob, + </td> + <td> + web; woven material, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wolums, + </td> + <td> + volumes, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wonner, + </td> + <td> + wonder; marvel, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wonnerfu', + </td> + <td> + wonderful; great; large, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wonnerin', + </td> + <td> + wondering, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wonnert, + </td> + <td> + wondered, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wordy, + </td> + <td> + little word; little saying or proverb, + </td> + <td> + diminutive + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + workin', + </td> + <td> + working, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + worryin', + </td> + <td> + worrying, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wouldna, + </td> + <td> + would not, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wow, + </td> + <td> + woe, + </td> + <td> + exclamation of wonder or grief or satisfaction + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wrang, + </td> + <td> + wrong; injured, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + writin', + </td> + <td> + writing, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wud, + </td> + <td> + wood; forest, + </td> + <td> + adj.-enraged; angry; mad; also would + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wuddyfous, + </td> + <td> + gallows' birds; scamps, + </td> + <td> + also small ill-tempered persons + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wull, + </td> + <td> + will; wish; desire, + </td> + <td> + also astray; stray; wild + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wuman, + </td> + <td> + woman, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wumman, + </td> + <td> + woman, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wuss, + </td> + <td> + wish, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wynd, + </td> + <td> + narrow lane or street; alley, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wynds, + </td> + <td> + narrow lanes or streets; alleys, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + wyte, + </td> + <td> + blame; reproach; fault, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yaird, + </td> + <td> + yard; garden; farmyard, + </td> + <td> + also yard (36 inches) + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yairds, + </td> + <td> + yards; gardens, + </td> + <td> + also yards (1 yard = 36 inches) + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ye, + </td> + <td> + you; yourself, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + year, + </td> + <td> + years, + </td> + <td> + also year + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ye'll, + </td> + <td> + you will, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + Yellow-beak, + </td> + <td> + first year's student, + </td> + <td> + at Aberdeen University + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yer, + </td> + <td> + your, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yer lane, + </td> + <td> + on your own, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ye're, + </td> + <td> + you are, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yersel, + </td> + <td> + yourself, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yer'sel, + </td> + <td> + yourself, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yersel', + </td> + <td> + yourself, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yersels, + </td> + <td> + yourselves, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + ye've, + </td> + <td> + you have, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yird, + </td> + <td> + earth, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yon, + </td> + <td> + that; those; that there; these, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yonner, + </td> + <td> + yonder; over there; in that place, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yon's, + </td> + <td> + that is; that (thing) there is, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yoong, + </td> + <td> + young, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + yowth, + </td> + <td> + youth, + </td> + <td> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Robert Falconer, by George MacDonald + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROBERT FALCONER *** + +***** This file should be named 2561-h.htm or 2561-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/6/2561/ + +Produced by John Bechard, and David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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