Part 61 (2/2)

I prayed to G.o.d for a little of the mettle of other men, and He heard me, for with my eyes shut I seemed to see Margaret beckoning from across the abyss as if she had need of me. Then I rose calmly and tested the chains, and crossed them on my breast. Many have done it with the same danger, at which they laugh, but without that vision I should have held back.

I was now across the river, and so had left the chance of drowning behind, but I was farther from Thrums than when I left the school-house, and this countryside was almost unknown to me. The mist had begun to clear, so that I no longer wandered into fields; but though I kept to the roads, I could not tell that they led toward Thrums, and in my exhaustion I had often to stand still. Then to make a new start in the mud was like pulling stakes out of the ground. So long as the rain faced me I thought I could not be straying far; but after an hour I lost this guide, for a wind rose that blew it in all directions.

In another hour, when I should have been drawing near Thrums, I found myself in a wood, and here I think my distress was greatest; nor is this to be marvelled at, for instead of being near Thrums, I was listening to the monotonous roar of the sea. I was too spent to reason, but I knew that I must have travelled direct east, and must be close to the German Ocean. I remember putting my back against a tree and shutting my eyes, and listening to the lash of the waves against the beach, and hearing the faint toll of a bell, and wondering listlessly on what lighthouse it was ringing. Doubtless I would have lain down to sleep forever had I not heard another sound near at hand.

It was the knock of a hammer on wood, and might have been a fisherman mending his boat. The instinct of self-preservation carried me to it, and presently I was at a little house. A man was standing in the rain, hammering new hinges to the door; and though I did not recognize him, I saw with bewilderment that the woman at his side was Nanny.

”It's the dominie,” she cried, and her brother added:

”Losh, sir, you hinna the look o' a living man.”

”Nanny,” I said, in perplexity, ”what are you doing here?”

”Whaur else should I be?” she asked.

I pressed my hands over my eyes, crying, ”Where am I?”

Nanny shrank from me, but Sanders said, ”Has the rain driven you gyte, man? You're in Thrums.”

”But the sea,” I said, distrusting him. ”I hear it. Listen!”

”That's the wind in Windyghoul,” Sanders answered, looking at me queerly. ”Come awa into the house.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight.

THRUMS DURING THE TWENTY-FOUR HOURS--DEFENCE OF THE MANSE.

Hardly had I crossed the threshold of the mudhouse when such a sickness came over me that I could not have looked up, though Nanny's voice had suddenly changed to Margaret's. Vaguely I knew that Nanny had put the kettle on the fire--a woman's first thought when there is illness in the house--and as I sat with my hands over my face I heard the water dripping from my clothes to the floor.

”Why is that bell ringing?” I asked at last, ignoring all questions and speaking through my fingers. An artist, I suppose, could paint all expression out of a human face. The sickness was having that effect on my voice.

”It's the Auld Licht bell,” Sanders said; ”and it's almost as fearsome to listen to as last nicht's rain. I wish I kent what they're ringing it for.”

”Wish no sic things,” said Nanny nervously. ”There's things it's best to put off kenning as lang as we can.”

”It's that ill-cleakit witch, Effie McBean, that makes Nanny speak so doleful,” Sanders told me. ”There was to be a prayer-meeting last nicht, but Mr. Dishart never came to 't, though they rang till they wraxed their arms; and now Effie says it'll ring on by itsel' till he's brocht hame a corp. The h.e.l.licat says the rain's a dispensation to drown him in for neglect o' duty. Sal, I would think little o' the Lord if He needed to create a new sea to drown one man in. Nanny, yon cuttie, that's no swearing; I defy you to find a single lonely oath in what I've said.”

”Never mind Effie McBean,” I interposed. ”What are the congregation saying about the minister's absence?”

”We ken little except what Effie telled us,” Nanny answered. ”I was at Tilliedrum yestreen, meeting Sanders as he got out o' the gaol, and that awfu onding began when we was on the Bellies Braes. We focht our way through it, but not a soul did we meet; and wha would gang out the day that can bide at hame? Ay, but Effie says it's kent in Thrums that Mr. Dishart has run off wi'--wi' an Egyptian.”

”You're waur than her, Nanny,” Sanders said roughly, ”for you hae twa reasons for kenning better. In the first place, has Mr. Dishart no keeped you in siller a' the time I was awa? and for another, have I no been at the manse?”

My head rose now.

”He gaed to the manse,” Nanny explained, ”to thank Mr. Dishart for being so good to me. Ay, but Jean wouldna let him in. I'm thinking that looks gey gray.”

”Whatever was her reason,” Sanders admitted, ”Jean wouldna open the door; but I keeked in at the parlor window, and saw Mrs. Dishart in't looking very cosy-like and lauching; and do you think I would hae seen that if ill had come ower the minister?”

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