Part 41 (1/2)

”Not a farthing, sir--which gives another uncanny glint into his character. When he wants money there's none so crafty at getting it, but he did this for the pleasure of the thing, or, as he said to Lewis, 'to feel what it would be like.' That, I tell you, is the nature of the sacket, he has a devouring desire to try on other folk's feelings, as if they were so many suits of clothes.”

”And from your account he makes them fit him too.”

”My certie, he does, and a lippie in the bonnet more than that.”

So far the school-master had spoken frankly, even with an occasional grin at his own expense, but his words came reluctantly when he had to speak of Tommy's prospects at the bursary examinations. ”I would rather say nothing on that head,” he said, almost coaxingly, ”for the laddie has a year to reform in yet, and it's never safe to prophesy.”

”Still I should have thought that you could guess pretty accurately how the boys you mean to send up in a year's time are likely to do? You have had a long experience, and, I am told, a glorious one.”

”'Deed, there's no denying it,” answered the dominie, with a pride he had won the right to wear. ”If all the ministers, for instance, I have turned out in this bit school were to come back together, they could hold the General a.s.sembly in the square.”

He lay back in his big chair, a complacent dominie again. ”Guess the chances of my laddies!” he cried, forgetting what he had just said, and that there was a Tommy to bother him. ”I tell you, sir, that's a matter on which I'm never deceived, I can tell the results so accurately that a wise Senatus would give my lot the bursaries I say they'll carry, without setting them down to examination-papers at all.” And for the next half-hour he was reciting cases in proof of his sagacity.

”Wonderful!” chimed in McLean. ”I see it is evident you can tell me how Tommy Sandys will do,” but at that Cathro's rush of words again subsided into a dribble.

”He's the worst Latinist that ever had the impudence to think of bursaries,” he groaned.

”And his Greek--” asked McLean, helping on the conversation as far as possible.

”His Greek, sir, could be packed in a pill-box.”

”That does not sound promising. But the best mathematicians are sometimes the worst linguists.”

”His Greek is better than his mathematics,” said Cathro, and he fell into lamentation. ”I have had no luck lately,” he sighed. ”The laddies I have to prepare for college are second-raters, and the vexing thing is, that when a real scholar is reared in Thrums, instead of his being handed over to me for the finis.h.i.+ng, they send him to Mr. Ogilvy in Glenquharity. Did Miss Ailie ever mention Gavin Dishart to you--the minister's son? I just craved to get the teaching of that laddie, he was the kind you can cram with learning till there's no room left for another spoonful, and they bude send him to Mr. Ogilvy, and you'll see he'll stand high above my loons in the bursary list. And then Ogilvy will put on sic airs that there will be no enduring him. Ogilvy and I, sir, we are engaged in an everlasting duel; when we send students to the examinations, it is we two who are the real compet.i.tors, but what chance have I, when he is represented by a Gavin Dishart and my man is Tommy Sandys?”

McLean was greatly disappointed. ”Why send Tommy up at all if he is so backward?” he said. ”You are sure you have not exaggerated his deficiencies?”

”Well, not much at any rate. But he baffles me; one day I think him a perfect numskull, and the next he makes such a show of the small drop of scholars.h.i.+p he has that I'm not sure but what he may be a genius.”

”That sounds better. Does he study hard?”

”Study! He is the most careless whelp that ever--”

”But if I were to give him an inducement to study?”

”Such as?” asked Cathro, who could at times be as inquisitive as the doctor.

”We need not go into that. But suppose it appealed to him?”

Cathro considered. ”To be candid,” he said, ”I don't think he could study, in the big meaning of the word. I daresay I'm wrong, but I have a feeling that whatever knowledge that boy acquires he will dig out of himself. There is something inside him, or so I think at times, that is his master, and rebels against book-learning. No, I can't tell what it is; when we know that we shall know the real Tommy.”

”And yet,” said McLean, curiously, ”you advise his being allowed to compete for a bursary. That, if you will excuse my saying so, sounds foolish to me.”

”It can't seem so foolish to you,” replied Cathro, scratching his head, ”as it seems to me six days in seven.”

”And you know that Aaron Latta has sworn to send him to the herding if he does not carry a bursary. Surely the wisest course would be to apprentice him now to some trade--”

”What trade would not be the worse of him? He would cut off his fingers with a joiner's saw, and smash them with a mason's mell; put him in a brot behind a counter, and in some grand, magnanimous mood he would sell off his master's things for nothing; make a clerk of him, and he would only ravel the figures; send him to the soldiering, and he would have a sudden impulse to fight on the wrong side. No, no, Miss Ailie says he has a gift for the ministry, and we must cling to that.”