Part 2 (2/2)
”Andra,” resumed the minister, addressing the beadle, and relapsing into informal Doric, ”gang round to the wast loft (west gallery) and rap up Johnny Plane. Gie the lazy loon a guid stiff rap on the heid--he deserves 't.”
Round and up to the ”wast loft” the old-fas.h.i.+oned beadle goes, and reaching the somnolent paris.h.i.+oner, he rather smartly ”raps” him on his bald head. Instantly, there was on the part of Johnny a sudden start-up, and between him and the worthy beadle a hot, underbreath bandying of words.
Silence restored, the reverend gentleman proceeded with his sermon as if nothing unusual had occurred. After sermon, Andra met the minister in the vestry, who at once made inquiry as to the ”words” he had had with Johnny in the gallery. But the beadle was reticent and uncommunicative on the matter, and would not be questioned at the reception the joiner had given his salutary summons.
”Well, Andra,” at length said the reverend gentleman, ”I'll tell ye what, we must not be beaten in this matter; if the loon sleeps next Sunday during sermon, just you gang up and rap him back to reason. It's a knock wi' some _force_ in't the chiel wants, mind that, and spare not.”
”Deed no, sir” was the beadle's canny reply. ”I'll no' disturb him, sleepin' or waukin', for some time to come. He threatens to knock pew-Bibles and hymn-books oot o' me, if I again daur to 'rap' him atween this and Martinmas. If Johnny's to be kept frae sleepin', minister, ye maun _just pit the force into yer sermon_.”
=Using Their Senses=
The following story is told by one of the officers engaged in taking a census: One afternoon, I called up at Whinny Knowes, to get their schedule; and Mrs. Cameron invited me to stay to tea, telling me what a day they had had at ”Whins” with the census paper.
”'First of all,' said she, 'the master there'--pointing to her husband--'said seriously that every one must tell their ages, whether they were married or not, and whether they intended to be married, and the age and occupation of their sweethearts--in fact, that every particular was to be mentioned. Now, Mr. M'Lauchlin, our two servant la.s.ses are real nice girls; but save me! what a fl.u.s.ter this census paper has put them in. Janet has been ten years with us, and is a most superior woman, with good sense; but at this time she is the most distressed of the two. After family wors.h.i.+p last night, she said she would like a word o' the master himsel'.'
”'All right,' says John, with a slight twinkle in his eye.
”'When they were by themselves, Janet stood with her Bible in her hand, and her eyes fixed on the point of her shoe. 'Sir,' said she, 'I was three-an'-thirty last birthday, though my neighbor Mary thinks I'm only eight-an'-twenty. And as for Alexander'--this was the miller, Janet's reputed sweetheart--'he's never asked my age exactly; and so, if it's all the same, I would like you just to keep your thumb upon that. And then, as to whether he's to marry me or not, that depends on whether the factor gives him another lease of the mill. He says he'll take me at Martinmas coming if he gets the lease; but at the farthest, next Martinmas, whether or no.'
”'Janet,' said my husband, 'you have stated the matter fairly; there is nothing more required.'
”And John, there,” continued Mrs. Cameron, ”has made good use of Janet's census return. This very forenoon Lady Menzies called to see us, as she often does. Said John to her ladys.h.i.+p, says he: 'He's a very good fellow, Alexander Christie, the miller--a superior man. I'm sorry we are like to lose him for a neighbor.'
”'I never heard of that,' said her ladys.h.i.+p. 'He is a steady, honest man, and a good miller, I believe. I should be sorry to lose him on the estate. What is the cause of this?'
”'Oh,' replied my husband, 'it seems the factor is not very willing to have a new lease of the mill without one being built. Your ladys.h.i.+p,'
added John, 'can see what Alexander is after.'
”'Oh, yes, I understand,' said she, laughing. 'I will try and keep the miller'; and off she set without another word. Down the burnside she goes, and meets Alexander, with a bag of corn on his back, at the mill-door. When he had set it down, and was wiping the perspiration off his brow with the back of his hand, Lady Menzies said: 'You are busy to-day, miller.'
”'Yes, my lady,' said he; 'this is a busy time.'
”'I wonder,' said her ladys.h.i.+p, coming to the point at once, 'that a fine young fellow like you does not settle down now and take a wife, and let me have the pleasure of seeing you as a tenant always with us.'
”'You wouldn't, my lady,' said the miller, 'have me bring a bird before I had a cage to put it in. The factor grudges to build me a house; therefore, I fear I must remove.'
”'Well, Christie,' said her ladys.h.i.+p with great glee, 'you'll look out for the bird, and leave it to me to find the cage.'
”'It's a bargain, my lady,' said Alexander. 'My father and my grandfather were millers here for many a long year before me; and to tell the truth, I was reluctant to leave the old place.'
”In the course of the forenoon, the miller made an errand up the burn to the 'Whins,' for some empty bags; and as we had already got an inkling of what had pa.s.sed between him and Lady Menzies, I sent Janet to the barn to help him look them out. When Janet returned, I saw she was a little flurried, and looked as if there was something she wished to say.
In a little while--'Ma'am,' says she to me, 'I'm no' to stop after Martinmas.'
”'No, Janet?' says I. 'I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure I've no fault to find with you, and you have been a long time with us.'
”'I'm not going far away,' said Janet, with some pride; 'the bairns will aye get a handful of groats when they come to see us!'
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