The Starling Part 6
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The minister stood aghast with astonishment. The Sergeant saluted him soldier-fas.h.i.+on, and walked out of the room, followed by Mr. Porteous to the front door. As he pa.s.sed out, the minister said, "Had you shot fewer birds, sir, in your youth, you might have escaped the consequences of refusing to shoot this one now. 'Be sure your sin will find you out'," he added, in a louder voice, as he shut the door with extra force, and with a grim smile upon his face.
Smellie had informed him that forenoon of Mercer's poaching days.
"Capital!" exclaimed Miss Thomasina, as she followed him into the study out of a dark corner in the lobby near the door, where she had been ensconced, listening to the whole conversation. "Let his proud spirit take that! I wonder you had such patience with the upsetting, petted fellow. Him and his bird, forsooth, to be disturbing the peace of the paris.h.!.+"
"Leave him to me," quietly replied Mr. Porteous; "I'll work him."
CHAPTER IX
CHARLIE'S COT ONCE MORE OCCUPIED
As the Sergeant returned home the sun set, and the whole western sky became full of glory, with golden islands sleeping on a sea in which it might seem a thousand rainbows had been dissolved; while the holy calm of the Sabbath eve was disturbed only by the "streams unheard by day", and by the last notes of the strong blackbird and thrush,--for all the other birds, wearied with singing since daybreak, had gone to sleep.
The beauty of the landscape, a very gospel of "glory to G.o.d in the highest, on earth peace and goodwill to men", did not, however, lift the dull weight off Adam's heart. He felt as if he had no right to share the universal calm.
"Be sure your sin will find you out!" So his minister had said.
Perhaps it was true. He had sinned in his early poaching days; but he thought he had repented, and become a different man. Was it indeed so?
or was he now suffering for past misconduct, and yet too blind to see the dealings of a righteous G.o.d with him? It is twilight with Adam as well as with the world!
He expected to meet his small evening cla.s.s of about a dozen poor neglected children who a.s.sembled every Sunday evening in his house, and which, all alone, and without saying anything about it, he had taught for some years, after his own simple and earnest fas.h.i.+on. He was longing to meet them. It would give him something to do--something to occupy his disturbed mind--a positive good about which there was no possible doubt; and it would also prevent Katie from seeking information that would be painful for him to give and for her to receive.
To his astonishment he found one girl only in attendance. This was Mary Semple, or "Wee Mary", as she was generally called; a fatherless and motherless orphan, without a known relation on earth, and who was boarded by the Session, as being the only poor-law guardians in the parish, with a widow in the immediate neighbourhood, to whom two s.h.i.+llings weekly were paid for her. Adam and his wife had taken a great fancy to Mary. She was nervous and timid from const.i.tutional temperament, which was aggravated by her poor upbringing as an infant, and by the unkind usage, to say the least of it, she often received from Mrs. Craigie, with whom she lived. Adam had more than once expostulated with the Kirk Session for boarding Mary with this woman; but as Mrs.
Craigie was patronised by Mr. Smellie, and as no direct charge against her could be "substantiated on sufficient evidence", such as Mr. Smellie demanded, Mary was not removed. But she often crept into the Sergeant's house to warm herself and get a "piece" with Charlie; for she was so meek, so kind, so playful, as to have been always welcomed as a fit companion for the boy. This was, perhaps, the secret of the attachment of Adam and his wife to her after their boy's death.
But where were the other children of the cla.s.s? Mrs. Mercer could not conjecture. Could Mary? She hung her head, looked at her fingers, and "couldna say", but yet seemed to have something to say, until at last she confessed, saying: "Mrs. Craigie flyted on me for wantin' to come to the Sabbath-nicht skule, and said she wad gie me a thras.h.i.+ng if I left the house when she gaed to the evenin' sermon; but I ran awa' to the cla.s.s, and I'm feared to gang hame."
"What for are ye feared, Mary?" asked the Sergeant.
"Jist because----" replied Mary, with her head down.
"Because o' what, bairn?" persistently asked the Sergeant.
"Because o' the bird," said Mary, driven to a corner. And being further urged, she went on to tell in her own way how "a' the weans had been ordered by their folk no' to come to the cla.s.s, as----"
But Mary hung down her head again, and was silent.
"As what, Mary?"
"As----" And she wept as if her heart would break.
"As what, Mary?"
"As the Sergeant was an awfu' bad man," she added, in her sobs.
"Don't cry, Mary--be calm," said Adam.
"But I've com'd, as I kent it was a lee," the child said, looking up to Adam's face.
Mary had faith! But if the Sergeant had any doubt as to Mary's story, it was soon dispelled by the sudden appearance of Mrs. Craigie, demanding the child in a very decided tone of voice, and without making any apology for the sudden intrusion, or offering any explanation. "Did I no' tell ye to bide at hame, ye guid-for-nothing la.s.sie? Come awa'
wi' me this minute!" she said, advancing to take hold of Mary.
Mary sprang to the Sergeant and hid herself behind his back.
"Not so hasty, Mrs. Craigie," said the Sergeant, protecting her; "not so hasty, if you please. What's wrong?"
"Dinna let her tak' me! Oh, dinna let her tak' me!" cried Mary, from behind the Sergeant, and holding fast by his coat-tails. "She struck me black and blue; look at my arm," she continued, and she showed him her little thin arm, coloured by Mrs. Craigie.
"Ye leein' cuttie!" exclaimed Mrs. Craigie; "I'll mak' ye that ye'll no clipe fibs on me!" shaking her clenched fist at the unseen Mary. Then, looking the Sergeant in the face, with arms akimbo, she said, "I'll mak'
you answer for this, ye hypocrite! that hae tried, as I ken, mony a time to beguile Mary frae me. But I hae freens, ay, hae I, freens that wull see justice dune to me, and to _you_ too--that wull they, faix! Black and blue! She fell running frae your ain wicked bird, whan ye were corrupting the young on this verra Sabbath morning. And I said to Mr.
Smellie at the kirk-door in the afternoon, when the Session was by, 'Mr.
Smellie,' says I, 'ye gied me a bairn to keep,' says I, 'and to be brocht up in the fear o' religion,' says I; 'but it's ill to do that,'
says I, 'beside yon Sergeant,' says I. I did that, that did I; and Mr.
Smellie telt me he wad see justice dune me, and dune you, and that ye war afore the Session, and I'm thankfu' to a kind Providence that's what _I never was_. Gie me my bairn, I say!" and she made another pounce at Mary, followed by another cry from the child for protection.
Katie had retired to the bedroom and shut the door.
The Sergeant said, "I'll keep Mary. Gang hame, Mrs. Craigie. I'll answer to the Session for you. Nae mair scauldin' here." And he pressed forward with outstretched arms, gently compelling Mrs. Craigie to retreat towards the door, until she finally vanished with exclamations, and protestations, and vows of vengeance, which need not be here repeated.
[Ill.u.s.tration: 'I'LL KEEP MARY' Page 66]
"Sirs, me!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Katie, as she came out of her retreat; "that's awfu'!"
"Dinna be frichtened, my wee woman," said the Sergeant, as he led Mary to the fireside. "Warm yer bit feet, and get yer supper, and I'll gie ye a lesson afore ye gang to yer bed."
Mary blew her nose, dried her eyes, and did as she was bid.
The Sergeant motioned to his wife to come to the bedroom. He shut the door, and said, "I'll never pairt wi' Mary, come what may. My heart tells me this. Get Charlie's bed ready for her; she'll lie there, and be our bairn. G.o.d has sent her."
"I was thinking that mysel'," said Katie; "I aye liked the wee thing, and sae did Charlie."
The Sergeant's lesson was a very simple one, as, indeed, most of his were. He took the child on his knee, and putting on his spectacles, made her read one or two simple verses of Scripture. This night he selected, from some inner connexion, the verse from the Sermon on the Mount:--"Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?"
And he said, "Mary, dear, did you come and hear my bird whistle?"
"Oo, ay," replied Mary. "It was real bonnie; and I thocht a' the time o' wee Charlie."
"But why did ye run awa' and mak' a noise on the Sabbath morning? Ye shouldna hae been sporting on the Lord's day."
"I was frichtened for the minister," replied Mary.
"Why were ye frichtened for the good man?"
"I dinna ken," said Mary; "but the boys ran, and I ran, and Archy Walker fell ower me and hurled me. I wasna meaning ony ill;" and Mary threatened to give way again.
"Whisht, Mary," said the Sergeant. "I wasna blaming you; but ye ken I didna hang Charlie's bird oot to harm you, or mak' sport, but only because he wasna weel."
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