Part 2 (2/2)
”I begin,” Gavin said, as they were parting, ”where you leave off, and my prayer is that I may walk in your ways.”
”Ah, Mr. Dishart,” the white-haired minister said, with a sigh, ”the world does not progress so quickly as a man grows old. You only begin where I began.”
He left Gavin, and then, as if the little minister's last words had hurt him, turned and solemnly pointed his staff upward. Such men are the strong nails that keep the world together.
The twenty-one-years-old minister returned to the manse somewhat sadly, but when he saw his mother at the window of her bedroom, his heart leapt at the thought that she was with him and he had eighty pounds a year. Gaily he waved both his hands to her, and she answered with a smile, and then, in his boyishness, he jumped over a gooseberry bush. Immediately afterwards he reddened and tried to look venerable, for while in the air he had caught sight of two women and a man watching him from the d.y.k.e. He walked severely to the door, and, again forgetting himself, was bounding upstairs to Margaret, when Jean, the servant, stood scandalised in his way.
”I don't think she caught me,” was Gavin's reflection, and ”The Lord preserve's!” was Jean's.
Gavin found his mother wondering how one should set about getting a cup of tea in a house that had a servant in it. He boldly rang the bell, and the willing Jean answered it so promptly (in a rush and jump) that Margaret was as much startled as Aladdin the first time he rubbed his lamp.
Manse servants of the most admired kind move softly, as if constant contact with a minister were goloshes to them; but Jean was new and raw, only having got her place because her father might be an elder any day. She had already conceived a romantic affection for her master; but to say ”sir” to him--as she thirsted to do--would have been as difficult to her as to swallow oysters. So anxious was she to please that when Gavin rang she fired herself at the bedroom, but bells were novelties to her as well as to Margaret, and she cried, excitedly, ”What is 't?” thinking the house must be on fire.
”There's a curran folk at the back door,” Jean announced later, ”and their respects to you, and would you gie them some water out o' the well? It has been a drouth this aucht days, and the pumps is locked.
Na,” she said, as Gavin made a too liberal offer, ”that would toom the well, and there's jimply enough for oursels. I should tell you, too, that three o' them is no Auld Lichts.”
”Let that make no difference,” Gavin said grandly, but Jean changed his message to: ”A bowlful apiece to Auld Lichts; all other denominations one cupful.”
”Ay, ay,” said Snecky Hobart, letting down the bucket, ”and we'll include atheists among other denominations.” The conversation came to Gavin and Margaret through the kitchen doorway.
”Dinna cla.s.s Jo Cruickshanks wi' me,” said Sam'l Langlands the U. P.
”Na, na,” said Cruickshanks the atheist, ”I'm ower independent to be religious. I dinna gang to the kirk to cry, 'Oh, Lord, gie, gie, gie.'”
”Take tent o' yoursel', my man,” said Lang Tammas sternly, ”or you'll soon be whaur you would neifer the warld for a cup o' that cauld water.”
”Maybe you've ower keen an interest in the devil, Tammas,” retorted the atheist; ”but, ony way, if it's heaven for climate, it's h.e.l.l for company.”
”Lads,” said Snecky, sitting down on the bucket, ”we'll send Mr.
Dishart to Jo. He'll make another Rob Dow o' him.”
”Speak mair reverently o' your minister,” said the precentor. ”He has the gift.”
”I hinna naturally your solemn rasping word, Tammas, but in the heart I speak in all reverence. Lads, the minister has a word! I tell you he prays near like one giving orders.”
”At first,” Snecky continued, ”I thocht yon lang candidate was the earnestest o' them a', and I dinna deny but when I saw him wi' his head bowed-like in prayer during the singing I says to mysel', 'Thou art the man.' Ay, but Betsy wraxed up her head, and he wasna praying.
He was combing his hair wi' his fingers on the sly.”
”You ken fine, Sneck,” said Cruickshanks, ”that you said, 'Thou art the man' to ilka ane o' them, and just voted for Mr. Dishart because he preached hinmost.”
”I didna say it to Mr. Urquhart, the ane that preached second,” Sneck said. ”That was the lad that gaed through ither.”
”Ay,” said Susy Tibbits, nicknamed by Haggart ”the Timidest Woman”
because she once said she was too young to marry, ”but I was fell sorry for him, just being over anxious. He began bonny, flinging himself, like ane inspired, at the pulpit door, but after Hendry Munn pointed at it and cried out, 'Be cautious, the sneck's loose,' he a'
gaed to bits. What a coolness Hendry has, though I suppose it was his duty, him being kirk-officer.”
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