Robert Falconer Part 57
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'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.'
'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.'
'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.'
Dr. Anderson laughed, but his eyes glittered.
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,
'Duv you railly think it, Robert?'
'Think what? What are ye haverin' at, ye gowk?'
'Duv ye think 'at I ever could grow intil a gentleman?'
'Dr. Anderson says he expecs 't o' ye.'
'Eh, man!'
A long pause followed, and Shargar spoke again.
'Hoo am I to begin, Robert?'
'Begin what?'
'To be a gentleman.'
Robert scratched his head, like Brutus, and at length became oracular.
'Speyk the truth,' he said.
'I'll do that. But what aboot--my father?'
'Naebody 'ill cast up yer father to ye. Ye need hae nae fear o' that.'
'My mither, than?' suggested Shargar, with hesitation.
'Ye maun haud yer face to the fac'.'
'Ay, ay. But gin they said onything, ye ken--aboot her.'
'Gin ony man-body says a word agen yer mither, ye maun jist knock him doon upo' the spot.'
'But I michtna be able.'
'Ye could try, ony gait.'
'He micht knock me down, ye ken.'
'Weel, gae doon than.'
'Ay.'
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, pa.s.sed 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 hards.h.i.+p, 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.
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.
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.
She had soon overcome the jealousy with which Miss Letty regarded her interest in their guest, and before many days had pa.s.sed 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 a.s.serting 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?
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-sh.o.r.e 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.
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 friends.h.i.+p. 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.
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.
'Whaur do ye think I've been, Robert?'
'Hoo suld I ken, Shargar?' answered Robert, puzzling over a problem.
'I've been haein' a glaiss wi' Jock Mitch.e.l.l.'
'Wha's Jock Mitch.e.l.l?'
'My brither Sandy's groom, as I tellt ye afore.'
'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?'
'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.'
'What's that?' asked Robert, pretending to go on with his calculations all the time.
'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.'
'But what garred ye gang wi' 'im at a'? He wasna fit company for a gentleman.'
'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 Mitch.e.l.l was airin' Reid Rorie an' Black Geordie. An' says I--for I want.i.t to ken whether I was sic a breme-buss (broom-bush) as I used to be--says I, "Hoo are ye, Jock Mitch.e.l.l?" An' says Jock, "Brawly. Wha the deevil are ye?" An' says I, "Nae mair o' a deevil nor yersel', Jock Mitch.e.l.l, 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 want.i.t 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.'
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