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magnified the law; and made it honourable; while of the special

tenderness of God to the sinner he said not a word。  Robert was

offended; he scarcely knew why; with the minister's mode of treating

his friend; and after Mr。 Maccleary had taken a far kinder leave of

them than God could approve; if he resembled his representation;

Robert sat still; oppressed with darkness。



'It's a' true;' said the soutar; 'but; man Robert; dinna ye think

the minister was some sair upo' me?'



'I duv think it;' answered Robert。



'Something beirs 't in upo' me 'at he wadna be sae sair upo' me

himsel'。  There's something i' the New Testament; some gait; 'at's

pitten 't into my heid; though; faith; I dinna ken whaur to luik for

't。  Canna ye help me oot wi' 't; man?'



Robert could think of nothing but the parable of the prodigal son。

Mrs。 Alexander got him the New Testament; and he read it。  She sat

at the foot of the bed listening。



'There!' cried the soutar; triumphantly; 'I telled ye sae!  Not ae

word aboot the puir lad's sins!  It was a' a hurry an' a scurry to

get the new shune upo' 'im; an' win at the calfie an' the fiddlin'

an' the dancin'。O Lord;' he broke out; 'I'm comin' hame as fest 's

I can; but my sins are jist like muckle bauchles (shoes down at

heel) upo' my feet and winna lat me。  I expec' nae ring and nae

robe; but I wad fain hae a fiddle i' my grup when the neist prodigal

comes hame; an' gin I dinna fiddle weel; it s' no be my wyte。Eh;

man! but that is what I ca' gude; an' a' the minister saidhonest

man's jist blether till 't。O Lord; I sweir gin ever I win up

again; I'll put in ilka steek (stitch) as gin the shune war for the

feet o' the prodigal himsel'。  It sall be gude wark; O Lord。 An'

I'll never lat taste o' whusky intil my mou'nor smell o' whusky

intil my nose; gin sae be 'at I can help itI sweir 't; O Lord。 An'

gin I binna raised up again'



Here his voice trembled and ceased; and silence endured for a short

minute。  Then he called his wife。



'Come here; Bell。 Gie me a kiss; my bonny lass。  I hae been an ill

man to you。'



'Na; na; Sandy。  Ye hae aye been gude to mebetter nor I deserved。

Ye hae been naebody's enemy but yer ain。'



'Haud yer tongue。  Ye're speykin' waur blethers nor the minister;

honest man!  I tell ye I hae been a damned scoon'rel to ye。  I haena

even hauden my han's aff o' ye。  And eh! ye war a bonny lass whan I

merried ye。  I hae blaudit (spoiled) ye a'thegither。  But gin I war

up; see gin I wadna gie ye a new goon; an' that wad be something to

make ye like yersel' again。  I'm affrontet wi' mysel' 'at I had been

sic a brute o' a man to ye。  But ye maun forgie me noo; for I do

believe i' my hert 'at the Lord's forgien me。  Gie me anither kiss;

lass。  God be praised; and mony thanks to you!  Ye micht hae run

awa' frae me lang or noo; an' a'body wad hae said ye did

richt。Robert; play a spring。'



Absorbed in his own thoughts; Robert began to play The Ewie wi' the

Crookit Horn。



'Hoots! hoots!' cried Sandy angrily。 'What are ye aboot?  Nae mair

o' that。  I hae dune wi' that。  What's i' the heid o' ye; man?'



'What'll I play than; Sandy?' asked Robert meekly。



'Play The Lan' o' the Leal; or My Nannie's awa;'; or something o'

that kin'。  I'll be leal to ye noo; Bell。 An' we winna pree o' the

whusky nae mair; lass。'



'I canna bide the smell o' 't;' cried Bell; sobbing。



Robert struck in with The Lan' o' the Leal。 When he had played it

over two or three times; he laid the fiddle in its place; and

departedable just to see; by the light of the neglected candle;

that Bell sat on the bedside stroking the rosiny hand of her

husband; the rhinoceros…hide of which was yet delicate enough to let

the love through to his heart。



After this the soutar never called his fiddle his auld wife。



Robert walked home with his head sunk on his breast。  Dooble Sanny;

the drinking; ranting; swearing soutar; was inside the wicket…gate;

and he was left outside for all his prayers; with the arrows from

the castle of Beelzebub sticking in his back。  He would have another

try some daybut not yethe dared not yet。



Henceforth Robert had more to do in reading the New Testament than

in the fiddle to the soutar; though they never parted without an air

or two。  Sandy continued hopeful and generally cheerful; with

alternations which the reading generally fixed on the right side for

the night。  Robert never attempted any comments; but left him to

take from the word what nourishment he could。  There was no return

of strength to the helpless arm; and his constitution was gradually

yielding。



The rumour got abroad that he was a 'changed character;'how is not

far to seek; for Mr。 Maccleary fancied himself the honoured

instrument of his conversion; whereas paralysis and the New

Testament were the chief agents; and even the violin had more share

in it than the minister。  For the spirit of God lies all about the

spirit of man like a mighty sea; ready to rush in at the smallest

chink in the walls that shut him out from his ownwalls which even

the tone of a violin afloat on the wind of that spirit is sometimes

enough to rend from battlement to base; as the blast of the rams'

horns rent the walls of Jericho。  And now to the day of his death;

the shoemaker had need of nothing。  Food; wine; and delicacies were

sent him by many who; while they considered him outside of the

kingdom; would have troubled themselves in no way about him。  What

with visits of condolence and flattery; inquiries into his

experience; and long prayers by his bedside; they now did their best

to send him back among the swine。  The soutar's humour; however;

aided by his violin; was a strong antidote against these evil

influences。



'I doobt I'm gaein' to dee; Robert;' he said at length one evening

as the lad sat by his bedside。



'Weel; that winna do ye nae ill;' answered Robert; adding with just

a touch of bitterness'ye needna care aboot that。'



'I do not care aboot the deein' o' 't。  But I jist want to live lang

eneuch to lat the Lord ken 'at I'm in doonricht earnest aboot it。  I

hae nae chance o' drinkin' as lang's I'm lyin' here。'



'Never ye fash yer heid aboot that。  Ye can lippen (trust) that to

him; for it's his ain business。  He'll see 'at ye're a' richt。

Dinna ye think 'at he'll lat ye aff。'



'The Lord forbid;' responded the soutar earnestly。 'It maun be a'

pitten richt。  It wad be dreidfu' to be latten aff。  I wadna hae him

content wi' cobbler's wark。I hae 't;' he resumed; after a few

minutes' pause; 'the Lord's easy pleased; but ill to saitisfee。  I'm

sair pleased wi' your playin'; Robert; but it's naething like the

richt thing yet。  It does me gude to hear ye; though; for a' that。'



The very next night he found him evidently sinking fast。  Robert

took the violin; and was about to play; but the soutar stretched out

his one left hand; and took it from him; laid it across his chest

and his arm over it; for a few moments; as if he were bidding it

farewell; then held it out to Robert; saying;



'Hae; Robert。  She's yours。Death's a sair divorce。Maybe they 'll

hae an orra3 fiddle whaur I'm gaein'; though。  Think o' a Rothieden

soutar playin' afore his grace!'



Robert saw that his mind was wandering; and mingled the paltry

honours of earth with the grand simplicities of heaven。  He began to

play The Land o' the Leal。 For a little while Sandy seemed to follow

and comprehend the tones; but by slow degrees the light departed

from his face。  At length his jaw fell; and with a sigh; the body

parted from Dooble Sanny; and he went to God。



His wife closed mouth and eyes without a word; laid the two arms;

equally powerless now; straight by his sides; then seating herself

on the edge of the bed; said;



'Dinna bide; Robert。  It's a' ower noo。  He's gang hame。  Gin I war

only wi' 'im wharever he is!'



She burst into tears; but dried her eyes a moment after; and seeing

that Robert still lingered; said;



'Gang; Robert; an' sen' Mistress Downie to me。  Dinna greitthere's

a gude lad; but tak yer fiddle an' gang。  Ye can be no more use。'



Robert obeyed。  With his violin in his hand; he went home; and; with

his violin still in his hand; walked into his grandmother's parlour。



'Hoo daur ye bring sic a thing into my hoose?' she said; roused by

the apparent defiance of her grandson。 'Hoo daur ye; efter what's

come an' gane?'



''Cause Dooble Sanny's come and gane; grannie; and left naething but

this ahint him。  And this ane's mine; whase ever the ither micht be。

His wife's left wi'oot a plack; an' I s' warran' the gude fowk o'

Rothieden winna mak sae muckle o' her noo 'at her man's awa'; for

she never was sic a randy as he was; an' the triumph o' grace in her

's but sma'; therefore。  Sae I maun mak the best 'at I can o' the

fiddle for her。  An' ye maunna touch this ane; grannie; for though

ye way

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