Part 36 (2/2)

”Who makes his influence felt.”

”a.s.suredly.”

”And takes the side of the weak against the strong, even though the strong be in the right.”

”Always my tendency.”

”A man who has a mind of his own, and having once made it up stands to it in defiance even of----”

”Of his session.”

”Of the world. He must understand me.”

”I do.”

”And be my master.”

”It is his lawful position in the house.”

”He must not yield to my coaxing or tempers.”

”It would be weakness.”

”But compel me to do his bidding; yes, even thrash me if----”

”If you won't listen to reason. Babbie,” cried Gavin, ”I am that man!”

Here the inventory abruptly ended, and these two people found themselves staring at each other, as if of a sudden they had heard something dreadful. I do not know how long they stood thus, motionless and horrified. I cannot tell even which stirred first. All I know is that almost simultaneously they turned from each other and hurried out of the wood in opposite directions.

Chapter Twenty.

END OF THE STATE OF INDECISION.

Long before I had any thought of writing this story, I had told it so often to my little maid that she now knows some of it better than I.

If you saw me looking up from my paper to ask her, ”What was it that Birse said to Jean about the minister's flowers?” or, ”Where was Hendry Munn hidden on the night of the riots?” and heard her confident answers, you would conclude that she had been in the thick of these events, instead of born many years after them. I mention this now because I have reached a point where her memory contradicts mine. She maintains that Rob Dow was told of the meeting in the wood by the two boys whom it disturbed, while my own impression is that he was a witness of it. If she is right, Rob must have succeeded in frightening the boys into telling no other person, for certainly the scandal did not spread in Thrums. After all, however, it is only important to know that Rob did learn of the meeting. Its first effect was to send him sullenly to the drink.

Many a time since these events have I pictured what might have been their upshot had Dow confided their discovery to me. Had I suspected why Rob was grown so dour again, Gavin's future might have been very different. I was meeting Rob now and again in the glen, asking, with an affected carelessness he did not bottom, for news of the little minister, but what he told me was only the gossip of the town; and what I should have known, that Thrums might never know it, he kept to himself. I suppose he feared to speak to Gavin, who made several efforts to reclaim him, but without avail.

Yet Rob's heart opened for a moment to one man, or rather was forced open by that man. A few days after the meeting at the well, Rob was bringing the smell of whisky with him down Banker's Close when he ran against a famous staff, with which the doctor pinned him to the wall.

”Ay,” said the outspoken doctor, looking contemptuously into Rob's bleary eyes, ”so this is what your conversion amounts to? Faugh! Rob Dow, if you were half a man the very thought of what Mr. Dishart has done for you would make you run past the public houses.”

”It's the thocht o' him that sends me running to them,” growled Rob, knocking down the staff. ”Let me alane.”

”What do you mean by that?” demanded McQueen, hooking him this time.

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