"But here, alas! for me nae
Shall birdie charm, or floweret smile;
Farewell, the bonny banks o' Ayr,
Farewell, farewell! sweet Ballochmyle."
PERHAPS never in Margaret's
life had the future looked brighter to her than it did that night. She had
thought everything out to her own satisfaction, and the future she had
arranged for everybody was all that anyone could ask for; she was pleased
with herself, and was thoroughly imbued with the comfortable glow that
people feel after doing a good action. Jean slept with her, and she talked
far into the nightlong afterwards Jean remembered this, and how busy her
mother was that day, doing all sorts of odd work, arranging for Jean's
comfort while she was away. The more she thought of it, the more feasible
her plan appeared, until she could almost smell the heather. Jean,
rejoicing at anything that brought back the old happy conditions,
encouraged her mother by a lively interest in the project. It was in the
"wee sma' hours ayont the twal'" ere she closed her eyes.
There was the faintest
glimmer of light when she awoke, with a strange feeling; she thought
someone was calling her; her feet were on the floor ere she was half
awake; she looked to see if Margaret was asleep, and she was not in bed.
Donning her dress with trembling hands, she ran into the outer room,
calling "Mither, mither!" There was no reply. The back door stood ajar,
through it and down to the barn she ran, still calling, and still getting
no answer; the calves were huddled in one corner of the byreJean just
glanced over the big fence at themsomething on the ground attracted her
attention. Her heart stood still: Margaret lay motionless, the calves
gathered round gazing won-deringly at her. In less time than we are
telling it, Jean was over the fence and beside her mother; stooping, she
laid her hand over Margaret's heart.
"Thank th' gude Laird, it's
ae beatin'," she said; "mither, mither, canna ye speak till me?"
Running to the brook, which
was only a few steps away, she filled a dipper always kept there, and
returning dashed the water in Margaret's face. In a moment she slowly
opened her eyes.
"Oh, mither, what'll be the
maitter? Are ye sair hurted?" cried Jean.
"I'll feel's I'll be broken
in twa," said Margaret. "I'll canna move."
"Can ye bide a bit 'n I'll
rin ower till Sandy's 'n get some one till helpit me cairry ye ben th'
"Na, na," said Margaret, in
as near a scream as her physical condition permitted. "Ye'll no bring
Elspeth Douglas 'n th' lass till me noo I'll be want-in' help. I'll sent
them awa' when I's weel."
"Mither," reassured Jean,
"you'll canna lie here, 'n the's no' ane near but thae."
"I'll no' hae ony o'
Elspeth Douglas' till coom an' keek at me; ye'll no' bring ane o' thae."
Margaret tried to rise, but fell with a groan.
Jean screamed at this, but
there was no one near to heed her. She was afraid of the effect on her
mother if she disobeyed her. She was nearly beside herself; finally she
"Mither, can I'll go till
Pat. Copeland's, his wumman'll happen cud help me?"
"Ay, ye'll can gae an'
dinna be lang."
There was no need to have
given this last caution; Jean ran like a deer to the house first, and
fetched a warm shawl and a pillow; after making Margaret easier with these
she was off again. In less than half an hour she and Pat. Copeland's stout
good-natured wife had let down the fence, carried Margaret into the house,
and laid her on her own bed.
Saving a low moan as they
lifted her, Margaret did not utter a sound, but perspiration stood in
great drops on her forehead, showing that she was suffering keenest agony.
Jean had to tell Mrs. Copeland her mother's positive commands that none of
Sandy's family were to be called on for aid. Mrs. Copeland understood and
appreciated this feeling, and as she lived nearest the McAlpin's, and had
had many a good turn from them, she was very willing to help at such a
time as this.
The doctor must be brought;
the horse Jean always drove to Smith's Falls was in the stable; between
them they harnessed this, and Mrs. Copeland drove off as fast as the horse
was capable of travelling, coming back with the doctor in less than two
The doctor looked grave,
after making an examination. There was a compound fracture of the femur,
with possibilities of spinal concussion. He reduced the fracture, moved
Margaret while the feather bed was taken off, left medicine to correct
feverish tendencies; told Jean to keep the patient perfectly quiet as to
both mind and bodyparticularly to not allow any mental excitement.
"And Jamie's away! that's
it, never knew a man to be at home when he was wanted," he grumbled, while
deftly arranging around the bed for the patient's comfort; "here, you're
going to be cross as two sticks, and you'll wear this girl out. Sandy's
"he started to say Sandy's wife had better be sent for, when, noticing
the flush creeping over Margaret's face, he remembered in time the
estrangement between the families and changed to"Campbell's wife is
getting along famously now; I will drive old Dobbin back, and send Granny
McCulloch up to you; she'll keep you where you belong, and I will come up
again to-night myself."
Mrs. Copeland stayed until
Granny camenot that there was much to be done, for Margaret had been
slandered when the doctor said she would be cross; she just lay there,
quietly thinking, and making no plaint whatever; little by little she told
Jean how it happened. There was a great bawling among the calves in the
byre; she dressed hastily and went out with a lantern to see what was the
trouble; what was annoying the pets must have left at sight of the
lantern, for there was nothing in the byre but the calves themselves when
she reached there. Coming out again, the board which was placed, one end
on the ground, the other on the next to the top log, must have slipped,
for just as she got to the top she fell, and how long she had been there
she had not the faintest idea.
Granny McCulloch, as
everyone knows, was a past-master in nursing; this was before the days of
the "trained nurse." When she arrived Jean found her occupation gone, but
this only left her time to look the whole situation squarely in the face.
She went up-stairs and
threw herself on her bed in an agony of sobs, it was so dreadful; how
happy her mother had been yesterday, with hopes and plans for the future;
and Jean knew, by the grave, sympathetic look on the doctor's face
Margaret would never see Scotland again. The estrangement with the
McGregor's was nothing to this, but just now Jean would have given a great
deal could Phemie have knelt by her bedside and comforted her. Rob she did
not dare think of, this sorrow was too great for one selfish thought, but
"if Margaret could only have Elspeth beside her." Jean hoped Elspeth would
come to them when she knew their terrible trouble.
What a shock all this was
going to be for Jamie; there was no way of reaching him, or getting him
home any sooner than the day after to-morrow, the day he had intended
returning. There was no immediate danger, that was as far as Jean dared
hope. She knew that trouble came to all, that sorrow and death entered
every family, but that thought never made grief the less poignant.
Yesterday had been so full of bright promise, to-day the cup of sorrow was
She could not stay long
upstairs, neither could she work; she crept down and sitting close beside
her mother, took her hand and held it as though she could keep her that
"Dinna be frighted,
lassie," said Margaret to comfort her; "I'll no' be that bad, baynes 'll
oft get splintered but th' aye mend."
"If 't d' ony been me,
mither," wailed Jean.
"Na, na, lassie, it 's no'
for th' bairns t' be lyin' here. I'll be auld, happen I'll could dae wi' a
rest; aiblins I'll be unca sorry for your faither; tae think that my
bonnie bossies suld hae dune this!"
It was bad enough in the
day-time, but through the long dreary hours of the night it was the
keenest torture; how the hours dragged, every one seemed a week long.
Granny dozed, but wakened and was alert enough on the slightest stir. At
midnight she had her cup of tea and vainly tried to persuade Jean to join
her; Jean thought she would never eat again, she was choking now.
Next day the neighbours
began to come in; this in one way dulled the keenness of Jean's grief. She
had to tell, over and over again, how it happened. Margaret couldn't be
talked to; feverish symptoms had begun, and Granny excluded everyone from
the room unless for just a look. Jessie McLaren insisted on remaining all
night, and she really was very good company, and comforted Jean not a
Jean had plenty to do, for
most who came had either dinner or supper (to enter a neighbour's house
and go away without eating was a thing unheard of). The byre was to mind
and the butter to make, and every fifteen minutes she had to run in and
ask her mother how she felt.
Some one told Jamie before
he got to his own gate, and the first shock was over before he came in the
house; but the lines of sorrow on his face told of a depth of feeling,
quiet easy-going Jamie might not have been deemed capable of.
Granny came out to caution
him against exciting her patient, but she needn't have done it; Jamie
might tease a "well body," but, though his experience was limited, he knew
just as well what to do in a sick room as Granny did.
He hushed Margaret and
would not let her talk told her it was no' so bad a way to keep her in
the house, that now he would have a chance to show her how he could mind
bossies. Jean brought his supper, and he ate it by the bedsidehe made
great pretences at eating, but the dishes were carried away nearly as they
came. Jean told him, in the course of the evening, how her mother felt
about Sandy's family, but adding her hopes that Elspeth would come of her
It was not because Elspeth
did not think of it that she did not go, or that her heart did not long to
be with the friend of her girlhood and to comfort Jean,just as Jean was
hoping she would come, she was hoping they would send for her.
"Oh, mither, it is so sad!"
exclaimed Phemie; "what shall we do?"
"We'll can do naething,
lass," answered Elspeth. "I would gie Margaret McAlpin th' half o' what
I'll hae this meenit; but till gang ower 'n hae 'r think I'll was sae
muckle peart t' get rid o' my lassie I'll took th' chance when she's on
her bed 'n needin' help tae mak oop till herwe'll canna gae near 'r,' 'n
I'm sick 'n sair at th' thocht o't."
When Sandy came home he
commended El-speth's position.
"I'll gied my left haun
till help Jeems McAlpin, 'n I'd maist gie my richt th' noo, aiblins I'll
no' hae 'm think I'll took th' time o's trubble t' thrust my family on
As soon as Jamie recovered
sufficiently from the shock to discuss Margaret's condition, the doctor
told him she must be taken to a larger place, and where there would be
greater conveniences for treating trouble that was going to result from
her striking against a sharp edge of somethingprobably the boardas she
fell. Proper treatment now or as soon as the fracture was sufficiently
repaired to admit of her being movedmight be beneficial; did she not
receive it, she was in a serious condition.
"She wull gang whaure'er
ye'll tell me," said Jamie; "gin ye'll ken what'll save her, dinna be
feart t' speak o't. I wad leev on a crust mysel t' keep her wi' me."
"Jamie, I am sorry for
you," said the doctor, extending his hand; "but don't give up hopeshe may
be with you many a year yet; and we will arrange about the change as soon
as she can be moved."
Jamie wrung the doctor's
hand in silence and then turned back to the house, which was so forlorn,
feeling that the sun of his life had set.
This comment system requires
you to be logged in through either a Disqus account or an
account you already have with Google, Twitter, Facebook or
Yahoo. In the event you don't have an account with any of these
companies then you can create an account with Disqus. All
comments are moderated so they won't display until the moderator
has approved your comment.