"I knew his heart, I knew
Have shared his cheer, and proved his brand;
My fairest earldom would I give
To bid Clan Alpin's chieftain live."
NO more welcome summons was
ever received than the one which called Elspeth McGregor to Margaret's
bedside, and no infant was ever crooned over with more fondness than
Margaret was when Elspeth reached her bedside. All bitterness was
forgotten, the past of twenty years syne was resurrected, and, further
back still, the auld days in Scotland. Elspeth told Margaret that Phemie
was there, under the shadow of Ben Venue, and Margaret, too weak to be
surprised at anything, was, like a child, pleased at the prospects of word
Elspeth stayed a week and
left Margaret progressing rapidly towards recovery, but her visit was
really more of a God-send to Jean and Jamie; the latter was noticeably
failing. When he escorted her to the boat she promised to send Sandy down
directly after potato digging, Rob had reached home in the evening, and a
boat for Montreal called at Oliver's Ferry next morning. He insisted
Elspeth should go on this, leaving no time for conversation. Thus there
were few questions asked by either Rob or the folk at home; that Margaret
was sick and wanted Elspeth was enough for everybody. Rob drove his mother
to the Ferry, bought her ticket, secured a comfortable state-room and saw
her safely established therein, then watched the boat steam off toward
Directly he had his horse
"put up" at home, he sought Douglas, and could not "believe his eyes" when
he found him; that bent old man with the long, straggling faded hair, the
scant beard, the drooping mouth (so like a tearful child's), and colorless
eyesthat Douglas McAlpin! Had Rob McGregor been less a gentleman than he
was, or had this been in the days of our forbears, there might have been
words uttered which are always best left unsaid; but he was a gentleman,
and they who had done this were near of kin to them both. Rob's own heart
was aching, no one could feel for Douglas as he could; not Margaret and
Jamie, they had not been disappointed; nor Elspeth and Sandy; neither
could his sister Jean, or Phemie, what knew they of this? the one had
found her alter ego, the other was not caring. But he (Rob) knew what it
was to have the light of one's life go out just at the beginning of it.
He held Douglas' hand in the strong clasp that
from man to man means so much. Douglas was glad to see Rob, and returned
the clasp in a mild way. He was no way surprised that Rob had seen and
talked with Jean in Montreal, and was pleased that Elspeth had gone down
to see his mother. The two walked on, following the burn.
"D' ye mind th' nicht, twa year last June, 'at
we fower druv tae Pairth, Douglas?" asked Rob, trying to lead up to where
Douglas might talk of his life during the months which had passed since
"Ay, I'll mind
o' 't," replied Douglas; "it's th' last time we a' went thegither."
"An' we'll hae traivelled mony a weary fit
sin', you an' me, Douglas," said Rob.
"We hae, Rob, an' the's mony things coom 'n
gane; aiblins we'll canna a' be pleased wi' this warld; happen it's best
so, we'll no' ken a' things."
"Na, Douglas, we'll canna a' hae aething we'll
want, but th'll be mony ither things,"Rob unconsciously echoed Jamie's
words of that morning many months ago.
"No' for me, Rob," answered Douglas,
interrupting; "I'll ken weel a' you'd say,other men maun hae a' these
things, but no' me; wi' naebody t' fend f'r but mysel' I'll care naething
hoo th' warld gangs."
"Tut, tut, mon," Rob said, laying his hand on
Douglas' shoulder, "we'll can carry mony an ache in oor hairts; aiblins
th'll be bricht spots, t'll no' be a' dairkness: I'll ken that mysel'."
"Rob, ye'll ken naething aboot 't," replied
Douglas; "ye'll ne'er had th' lassie ye lo'ed, an' faither 'n mither, an'
the mither o' th' lassie wha was like th' aipple o' yer eye, a' turn agen
ye, juist when ye'r hairt 's fu' o' joy, an' a' things looked like th'
rosy mornin'; ye'll ne'er seen th' lassie, wha's wee steps ye'll hae
guided, turn frae ye like 's ye was th' plague."
"Na, Douglas, I'll haena an' I'll say it noo:
'twas waur than th' heathen, whilk they're sae fierce tae Christianize ;
it's the queer auld warld ways 'at 'll stick tae them yet. But, lad, ye'll
no' be wearyin' ower this mair; coom awa oop tae th' bush wi' me, an' in
th' Spring we'll gae doon to Boston thegither; th's muckle tae see, an'
mony men tae meet wha 'll hae dune graun things wi' their lives."
"Ay, Rob, I'll ken that; an' aince, lang years
ago, seems like it micht be a hunner, I'll thocht o' th' graun things I'll
dae mysel, aiblins I'll no' care noo, th's no ane till wrought f'r; a lad
'll coom an' tak Jeanie awa syne; faither 'n mither 's had sair sorrath'll
need me, an' it's a' I'll can dae, Rob."
More from the tone and the look than the
words, Rob realized that what Douglas said was true; there was no strength
of purpose left to wrestle with outside problems.
"Douglas, a mon being sorra f'r anither canna
help th' ither muckle, but gin I'll could dae mair, ye suld ony say what't
'd be, it couldna be too muckle gin I'll could gie ye hauf my years, an'
we could gang awa thegither, haun in haun, ye suld hae them'; th'll be
naebody f'r ane o's t' fend f'r; happen oop yonner thae'll be summat f'r
's t' dae," Rob said in a choked voice, and, turning, strode home,
clearing the well kept line fence at one bound.
"Hae ye ne'er bin ower tae see hoo Douglas
fared, faither?" asked Rob, that evening.
"Na," said Sandy, "I'll bin sorra f'r th' lad,
aiblins I'll couldna let Marget Cameron think we's wantin' 'm."
"Faither! 'n ye'll let the lad, wha near did
ye hairm, be crushed till th' life's gang frae 'm, f'r summat anither
body'll said! "
no' hae dune 't f'r anither reason," Sandy said, rather shamefacedly;
"it'll been haird on 's a', yer mither 'n me, 'n Jamie, aiblins ye'd no'
ken 't 'd hurt Marget any till th' noo. Happen th' lassie was ower quick
tae tak it oop, but what could a lassie dae?"
"Gin she'd lo'ed the lad, she'd no' 'a been
sae quick," said Rob, rather bitterly for him.
"Na," Sandy said, "happen 'twas that she'd
been wrangly accused, an' she'd no staun 't; but she's ony a wee lassie
then; she'd tak mair time till think noo;an' happen it's the Laird's wull."
"I'll noticed, faither, th'll be mony times
when th' Laird get's blamed f'r doin's 'at anither, no' sae near Heevin,
's had th' biggest haun in," dryly remarked Rob.
Rob went over, after that, and tried to induce
Douglas to return with him, but all to no purpose.
"I'll canna gae, Rob. Dinna think it'll be
through ony haird feelings: I'll hae lang syne gotten over thae; aiblins
I'll ne'er could gang t' th' door again."
Rob noticed a blue, pinched look, and
something ofwell, more dread than fearas the memory of that terrible
morning, when, hoping so much, all at once every door seemed closed
coom an' see you, then, Douglas?" asked Rob; "I'll no' blame you, gin
ye'll no' care t see ane o's."
"Ay, coom, Rob," Douglas said, "'n bring yer
faither, gin ye'll wull, ae time ye'll like; but I'll ne'er could gang
ower the bit path again."
Rob could scarcely give Douglas up; he was
Jean's brother, and it was his (Rob's) sister for whom to Douglas"the
world was lost;" but he felt himself utterly helpless: what he couldn't do
was, recall the past, and what he was able and willing to do was of no
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