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her。 She had always lived in a dream of unrealities; and the dream
had almost devoured her life。
One evening Shargar was later than usual in coming home from the
walk; or ramble rather; without which he never could settle down to
his work。 He knocked at Robert's door。
'Whaur do ye think I've been; Robert?'
'Hoo suld I ken; Shargar?' answered Robert; puzzling over a problem。
'I've been haein' a glaiss wi' Jock Mitchell。'
'Wha's Jock Mitchell?'
'My brither Sandy's groom; as I tellt ye afore。'
'Ye dinna think I can min' a' your havers; Shargar。 Whaur was the
comin' gentleman whan ye gaed to drink wi' a chield like that; wha;
gin my memory serves me; ye tauld me yersel' was i' the mids o' a'
his maister's deevilry?'
'Yer memory serves ye weel eneuch to be doon upo' me;' said Shargar。
'But there's a bit wordy 'at they read at the cathedral kirk the
last Sunday 'at's stucken to me as gin there was something by
ordinar' in 't。'
'What's that?' asked Robert; pretending to go on with his
calculations all the time。
'Ow; nae muckle; only this: 〃Judge not; that ye be not judged。〃I
took a lesson frae Jeck the giant…killer; wi' the Welsh giantwas
't Blunderbore they ca'd him?an' poored the maist o' my glaiss
doon my breist。 It wasna like ink; it wadna du my sark ony ill。'
'But what garred ye gang wi' 'im at a'? He wasna fit company for a
gentleman。'
'A gentleman 's some saft gin he be ony the waur o' the company he
gangs in till。 There may be rizzons; ye ken。 Ye needna du as they
du。 Jock Mitchell was airin' Reid Rorie an' Black Geordie。 An'
says Ifor I wantit to ken whether I was sic a breme…buss
(broom…bush) as I used to besays I; 〃Hoo are ye; Jock Mitchell?〃
An' says Jock; 〃Brawly。 Wha the deevil are ye?〃 An' says I; 〃Nae
mair o' a deevil nor yersel'; Jock Mitchell; or Alexander; Baron
Rothie; eitherthough maybe that's no little o' ane。〃 〃Preserve
me!〃 cried Jock; 〃it's Shargar。〃〃Nae mair o' that; Jock;〃 says I。
〃Gin I bena a gentleman; or a' be dune;〃an' there I stack; for I
saw I was a muckle fule to lat oot onything o' the kin' to Jock。 And
sae he seemed to think; too; for he brak oot wi' a great guffaw; an'
to win ower 't; I jined; an' leuch as gin naething was farrer aff
frae my thochts than ever bein' a gentleman。 〃Whaur do ye pit up;
Jock?〃 I said。 〃Oot by here;〃 he answert; 〃at Luckie
Maitlan's。〃〃That's a queer place for a baron to put up; Jock;〃
says I。 〃There's rizzons;〃 says he; an' lays his forefinger upo' the
side o' 's nose; o' whilk there was hardly eneuch to haud it ohn
gane intil the opposit ee。 〃We're no far frae there;〃 says Ian'
deed I can hardly tell ye; Robert; what garred me say sae; but I
jist wantit to ken what that gentleman…brither o' mine was efter;
〃tak the horse hame;〃 says I〃I'll jist loup upo' Black
Geordiean' we'll hae a glaiss thegither。 I'll stan' treat。〃 Sae
he gae me the bridle; an' I lap on。 The deevil tried to get a
moufu' o' my hip; but; faith! I was ower swack for 'im; an' awa we
rade。'
'I didna ken 'at ye cud ride; Shargar。'
'Hoots! I cudna help it。 I was aye takin' the horse to the watter
at The Boar's Heid; or The Royal Oak; or Lucky Happit's; or The
Aucht an' Furty。 That's hoo I cam to ken Jock sae weel。 We war
guid eneuch frien's whan I didna care for leein' or sweirin'; an'
sic like。'
'And what on earth did ye want wi' 'im noo?'
'I tell ye I wantit to ken what that ne'er…do…weel brither o' mine
was efter。 I had seen the horses stan'in' aboot twa or three times
i' the gloamin'; an' Sandy maun be aboot ill gin he be aboot
onything。'
'What can 't maitter to you; Shargar; what a man like him 's aboot?'
'Weel; ye see; Robert; my mither aye broucht me up to ken a' 'at
fowk was aboot; for she said ye cud never tell whan it micht turn
oot to the weelfaur o' yer advantagegran' words!I wonner whaur
she forgathert wi' them。 But she was a terrible wuman; my mither;
an' kent a heap o' thingsmair nor 'twas gude to ken; maybe。 She
gaed aboot the country sae muckle; an' they say the gipsies she gaed
amang 's a dreadfu' auld fowk; an' hae the wisdom o' the Egyptians
'at Moses wad hae naething to do wi'。'
'Whaur is she noo?'
'I dinna ken。 She may turn up ony day。'
'There's ae thing; though; Shargar: gin ye want to be a gentleman;
ye maunna gang keekin' that gate intil ither fowk's affairs。'
'Weel; I maun gie 't up。 I winna say a word o' what Jock Mitchell
tellt me aboot Lord Sandy。'
'Ow; say awa'。'
'Na; na; ye wadna like to hear aboot ither fowk's affairs。 My
mither tellt me he did verra ill efter Watterloo till a fremt
(stranger) lass at Brussels。 But that's neither here nor there。 I
maun set aboot my version; or I winna get it dune the nicht。'
'What is Lord Sandy after? What did the rascal tell you? Why do
you make such a mystery of it?' said Robert; authoritatively; and in
his best English。
''Deed I cudna mak naething o' 'm。 He winkit an' he mintit (hinted)
an' he gae me to unnerstan' 'at the deevil was efter some lass or
ither; but whamy lad was as dumb 's the graveyard about that。 Gin
I cud only win at that; maybe I cud play him a plisky。 But he
coupit ower three glasses o' whusky; an' the mair he drank the less
he wad say。 An' sae I left him。'
'Well; take care what you're about; Shargar。 I don't think Dr。
Anderson would like you to be in such company;' said Robert; and
Shargar departed to his own room and his version。
Towards the end of the session Miss St。 John's reports of Ericson
were worse。 Yet he was very hopeful himself; and thought he was
getting better fast。 Every relapse he regarded as temporary; and
when he got a little better; thought he had recovered his original
position。 It was some relief to Miss St。 John to communicate her
anxiety to Robert。
After the distribution of the prizes; of which he gained three;
Robert went the same evening to visit Dr。 Anderson; intending to go
home the next day。 The doctor gave him five golden sovereignsa
rare sight in Scotland。 Robert little thought in what service he
was about to spend them。
CHAPTER XXII。
ROBERT IN ACTION。
It was late when he left his friend。 As he walked through the
Gallowgate; an ancient narrow street; full of low courts; some one
touched him upon the arm。 He looked round。 It was a young woman。
He turned again to walk on。
'Mr Faukner;' she said; in a trembling voice; which Robert thought
he had heard before。
He stopped。
'I don't know you;' he said。 'I can't see your face。 Tell me who
you are。'
She returned no answer; but stood with her head aside。 He could see
that her hands shook。
'What do you want with meif you won't say who you are?'
'I want to tell you something;' she said; 'but I canna speyk here。
Come wi' me。'
'I won't go with you without knowing who you are or where you're
going to take me。'
'Dinna ye ken me?' she said pitifully; turning a little towards the
light of the gas…lamp; and looking up in his face。
'It canna be Jessie Hewson?' said Robert; his heart swelling at the
sight of the pale worn countenance of the girl。
'I was Jessie Hewson ance;' she said; 'but naebody here kens me by
that name but yersel'。 Will ye come in? There's no a crater i' the
hoose but mysel'。'
Robert turned at once。 'Go on;' he said。
She led the way up a narrow stone stair between two houses。 A door
high up in the gable admitted them。 The boards bent so much under
his weight that Robert feared the floor would fall。
'Bide ye there; sir; till I fess a licht;' she said。
This was Robert's first introduction to a phase of human life with
which he became familiar afterwards。
'Mind hoo ye gang; sir;' she resumed; returning with a candle。
'There's nae flurin' there。 Haud i' the middle efter me; or ye'll
gang throu。'
She led him into a room; with nothing in it but a bed; a table; and
a chair。 On the table was a half…made shirt。 In the bed lay a tiny
baby; fast asleep。 It had been locked up alone in the dreary
garret。 Robert approached to look at the child; for his heart felt
very warm to poor Jessie。
'A bonnie bairnie;' he said;
'Isna he; sir? Think o' 'im comin' to me! Nobody can tell the
mercy o' 't。 Isna it strange that the verra sin suld bring an angel
frae haven upo' the back o' 't to uphaud an' restore the sinner?
Fowk thinks it's a punishment; but eh me! it's a mercifu' ane。
It's a wonner he didna think shame to come to me。 But he cam to
beir my shame。'
Robert wondered at her words。 She talked of her sin with such a
meek openness! She looked her shame in the face; and acknowledged
it hers。 Had she been less weak and worn; perhaps she could not
have spoken thus。
'But what am I aboot!' she said; checking herself。 'I didna fess ye