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_ CHAPTER LXXXIX Mr Cupples returned to his work, for the catalogue had to be printed. The weeks and months passed on, and the time drew nigh when it would be no folly to watch the mail-coach in its pride of scarlet and gold, as possibly bearing the welcome letter announcing Alec's return. At length, one morning, Mrs Forbes said: "We may look for him every day now, Annie." She did not know with what a tender echo her words went roaming about in Annie's bosom, awaking a thousand thought-birds in the twilight land of memory, which had tucked their heads under their wings to sleep, and thereby to live. But the days went on and the hope was deferred. The rush of the _Sea-horse_ did not trouble the sands of the shallow bar, or sweep, with fiercely ramping figure-head, past the long pier-spike, stretching like the hand of welcome from the hospitable shore. While they fancied her full-breasted sails, swelled as with sighs for home, bowing lordly over the submissive waters, the _Sea-horse_ lay a frozen mass, changed by the might of the winds and the snow and the frost into the grotesque ice-gaunt phantom of a ship, through which, the winter long, the winds would go whistling and raving, crowding upon it the snow and the crystal icicles, all in the wild waste of the desert north, with no ear to hear the sadness, and no eye to behold the deathly beauty. At length the hope deferred began to make the heart sick. Dim anxiety passed into vague fear, and then deepened into dull conviction, over which ever and anon flickered a pale ghostly hope, like the _fatuus_ over the swamp that has swallowed the unwary wanderer. Each would find the other wistfully watching to read any thought that might have escaped the vigilance of its keeper, and come up from the dungeon of the heart to air itself on the terraces of the face; and each would drop the glance hurriedly, as if caught in a fault. But the moment came when their meeting eyes were fixed and they burst into tears, each accepting the other's confession of hopeless grief as the seal and doom. I will not follow them through the slow shadows of gathering fate. I will not record the fancies that tormented them, or describe the blank that fell upon the duties of the day. I will not tell how, as the winter drew on, they heard his voice calling in the storm for help, or how through the snow-drifts they saw him plodding wearily home. His mother forgot her debt, and ceased to care what became of herself. Annie's anxiety settled into an earnest prayer that she might not rebel against the will of God. But the anxiety of Thomas Crann was not limited to the earthly fate of the lad. It extended to his fate in the other world�-too probably, in his eyes, that endless, yearless, undivided fate, wherein the breath still breathed into the soul of man by his Maker is no longer the breath of life, but the breath of infinite death�-
Terrible were his agonies in wrestling with God for the life of the lad, and terrible his fear lest his own faith should fail him if his prayers should not be heard. Alec Forbes was to Thomas Crann as it were the representative of all his unsaved brothers and sisters of the human race, for whose sakes he, like the apostle Paul, would have gladly undergone what he dreaded for them. He went to see his mother; said "Hoo are ye, mem?" sat down; never opened his lips, except to utter a few commonplaces; rose and left her�-a little comforted. Nor can anything but human sympathy alleviate the pain while it obscures not the presence of human grief. Do not remind me that the divine is better. I know it. But why?-�Because the divine is the highest�-the creative human. The sympathy of the Lord himself is the more human that it is divine. And in Annie's face, as she ministered to her friend, shone, notwithstanding her full share in the sorrow, a light that came not from sun or stars�-as it were a suppressed, waiting light. And Mrs Forbes felt the holy influences that proceeded both from her and from Thomas Crann. How much easier it is to bear a trouble that comes upon a trouble than one that intrudes a death's head into the midst of a merry-making! Mrs Forbes scarcely felt it a trouble when she received a note from Robert Bruce informing her that, as he was on the point of removing to another place which offered great advantages for the employment of the little money he possessed, he would be obliged to her to pay as soon as possible the hundred pounds she owed him, along with certain arrears of interest specified. She wrote that it was impossible for her at present, and forgot the whole affair. But within three days she received a formal application for the debt from a new solicitor. To this she paid no attention, just wondering what would come next. After about three months a second application was made, according to legal form; and in the month of May a third arrived, with the hint from the lawyer that his client was now prepared to proceed to extremities; whereupon she felt for the first time that she must do something. She sent for James Dow. "Are you going to the market to-day, James?" she asked. "'Deed am I, mem." "Well, be sure and go into one of the tents, and have a good dinner." "'Deed, mem, I'll do naething o' the sort. It's a sin and a shame to waste gude siller upo' broth an' beef. I'll jist pit a piece (of oatcake) in my pooch, and that'll fess me hame as well's a' their kail. I can bide onything but wastrie." "It's very foolish of you, James." "It's yer pleesur to say sae, mem." "Well, tell me what to do about that." And she handed him the letter. James took it and read it slowly. Then he stared at his mistress. Then he read it again. At length, with a bewildered look, he said, "Gin ye awe the siller, ye maun pay't, mem." "But I can't." "The Lord preserve's! What's to be dune? _I_ hae bit thirty poun' hained (saved) up i' my kist. That wadna gang far." "No, no, James," returned his mistress. "I am not going to take your money to pay Mr Bruce." "He's an awfu' cratur that, mem. He wad tak the win'in' sheet aff o' the deid." "Well, I must see what can be done. I'll go and consult Mr Gibb." James took his leave, dejected on his mistress's account, and on his own. As he went out, he met Annie. "Eh, Annie!" he said; "this is awfu'." "What's the matter, Dooie?" "That schochlin' (waddling, mean) cratur, Bruce, is mintin' (threatening) at roupin' the mistress for a wheen siller she's aucht him." "He daurna!" exclaimed Annie. "He'll daur onything but tyne (lose) siller. Eh! lassie, gin we hadna len' 't him yours!" "I'll gang till him direcly. But dinna tell the mistress. She wadna like it." "Na, na. I s' haud my tongue, I s' warran'.�-Ye're the best cratur ever was born. She'll maybe perswaud the ill-faured tyke (dog)." Murmuring the last two sentences to himself, he walked away. When Annie entered Bruce's shop, the big spider was unoccupied, and ready to devour her. He put on therefore his most gracious reception. "Hoo are ye, Miss Anderson? I'm glaid to see ye. Come benn the hoose." "No, I thank ye. I want to speak to yersel', Mr Bruce. What's a' this aboot Mrs Forbes and you?" "Grit fowk maunna ride ower the tap o' puir fowk like me, Miss Anderson." "She's a widow, Mr Bruce"-�Annie could not add "and childless"�-"and lays nae claim to be great fowk. It's no a Christian way o' treatin' her." "Fowk _maun_ hae their ain. It's mine, and I maun hae't. There's naething agen that i' the ten tables. There's nae gospel for no giein' fowk their ain. I'm nae a missionar noo. I dinna haud wi' sic things. I canna beggar my faimily to haud up her muckle hoose. She maun pay me, or I'll tak' it." "Gin ye do, Mr Bruce, ye s' no hae my siller ae minute efter the time's up; and I'm sorry ye hae't till than." "That's neither here nor there. Ye wad be wantin' 't or that time ony hoo." Now Bruce had given up the notion of leaving Glamerton, for he had found that the patronage of the missionars in grocery was not essential to a certain measure of success; and he had no intention of proceeding to an auction of Mrs Forbes's goods, for he saw that would put him in a worse position with the public than any amount of quiet practice in lying and stealing. But there was every likelihood of Annie's being married some day; and then her money would be recalled, and he would be left without the capital necessary for carrying on his business upon the same enlarged scale�-seeing he now supplied many of the little country shops. It would be a grand move then, if, by a far-sighted generalship, a careful copying of the example of his great ancestor, he could get a permanent hold of some of Annie's property.�-Hence had come the descent upon Mrs Forbes, and here came its success. "Ye s' hae as muckle o' mine to yer nainsel' as'll clear Mrs Forbes," said Annie. "Weel. Verra weel.�-But ye see that's mine for twa year and a half ony gait. That wad only amunt to losin' her interest for twa year an' a half�-a'thegither. That winna do." "What will do, than, Mr Bruce?" "I dinna ken. I want my ain." "But ye maunna torment her, Mr Bruce. Ye ken that." "Weel! I'm open to onything rizzonable. There's the enterest for twa an' a half�-ca' 't three years�-at what I could mak' o' 't�-say aucht per cent�-four and twenty poun'. Syne there's her arrears o' interest�-and syne there's the loss o' the ower-turn�-and syne there's the loss o' the siller that ye winna hae to len' me.�-Gin ye gie me a quittance for a hunner an' fifty poun', I'll gie her a receipt.�-It'll be a sair loss to me!" "Onything ye like," said Annie. And Bruce brought out papers already written by his lawyer, one of which he signed and the other she. "Ye'll min'," he added, as she was leaving the shop, "that I hae to pay ye no interest noo excep' upo' fifty poun'?" He had paid her nothing for the last half year at least. He would not have dared to fleece the girl thus, had she had any legally constituted guardians; or had those who would gladly have interfered, had power to protect her. But he took care so to word the quittance, that in the event of any thing going wrong, he might yet claim his hundred pounds from Mrs Forbes. Annie read over the receipt, and saw that she had involved herself in a difficulty. How would Mrs Forbes take it? She begged Bruce not to tell her, and he was ready enough to consent. He did more. He wrote to Mrs Forbes to the effect that, upon reflection, he had resolved to drop further proceedings for the present; and when she carried him a half-year's interest, he took it in silence, justifying himself on the ground that the whole transaction was of doubtful success, and he must therefore secure what he could secure. As may well be supposed, Annie had very little money to give away now; and this subjected her to a quite new sense of suffering. _ |
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