Amelia Barr - Christine: A Fife Fisher Girl стр 4.

I hae that mouthfu already. Did you think I wrote book after book full o your French exercises, and heard you recite Ollendorf twice through, and learned naething while I was doing it? Neil, I am awa to Faith, I canna possibly break my word to a lass in trouble.

A moment, Christina

I havna half a moment. Ill do your writing Monday, Neil.

Christine! Christine!

She was beyond his call, and before he got over his amazement, she was out of sight. Then his first impulse was to go to his mother, but he remembered that she had not been sympathetic when he had before spoken of Christine and Cluny Macpherson.

I will be wise, and take my own counsel, he thought, and he had no fear of wanting his own sympathy; yet when he reviewed his conversation with Christine, he was annoyed at its freedom.

I ought not to have told her about Ballister, he thought, she will be watching for him at the kirk, and looking at the towers o Ballister House as if they were her own. And whatever made me say I thought of her as my housekeeper? She would be the most imprudent person. I would have the whole fishing-village at my house door, and very likely at my fireside; and that would be a constant set-down for me.

This train of thought was capable of much discreet consideration, and he pursued it until he heard the stir of presence and conversation in the large living room. Then he knew that his father and brother were at home, to keep the preparation for the Sabbath. So he made himself look as lawyer-like as possible, and joined the family. Everyone, and everything, had a semi-Sabbath look. Ruleson was in a blue flannel suit, so was Eneas, and Margot had put on a clean cap, and thrown over her shoulders a small tartan shawl. The hearth had been rid up, and the table was covered with a clean white cloth. In the oven the meat and pudding were cooking, and there was a not unpleasant sancta-serious air about the people, and the room. You might have fancied that even the fishing nets hanging against the wall knew it was Saturday night, and no fishing on hand.

Christine was not there. And as it was only on Saturday and Sunday nights that James Ruleson could be the priest of his family, these occasions were precious to him, and he was troubled if any of his family were absent. Half an hour before Christine returned home, he was worrying lest she forget the household rite, and when she came in he asked her, for the future, to bide at home on Saturday and Sabbath nights, saying he didna feel all right, unless she was present.

I was doing your will, Feyther, anent Faith Balcarry.

Then you were doing right. How is the puir lassie?

Theres little to be done for her. She hasna a hope left, and when I spoke to her anent heaven, she said she knew nobody there, and the thought o the loneliness she would feel frightened her.

You see, James, said Margot, puir Faith never saw her father or mother, and if all accounts be true, no great loss, and I dinna believe the lassie ever knew anyone in this warld she would want to see in heaven. Nae wonder she is sae sad and lonely.

There is the great multitude of saints there.

Gudeman, it is our ain folk we will be seeking, and speiring after, in heaven. Without them, we shall be as lonely as puir Faith, who knows no one either in this world, or the next, that shes caring to see. I wouldnt wonder, James, if heaven might not feel lonely to those who win there, but find no one they know to welcome them.

We are told we shall be satisfied, Margot.

Im sure I hope sae! Come now, and we will hae a gude dinner and eat it cheerfully.

After dinner there was a pleasant evening during which fishers and fishers wives came in, and chatted of the sea, and the boats, and the herring fishing just at hand; but at ten oclock the big Bible, bound round with brass, covered with green baize, and undivested of the Books of the Apocrypha, was laid before the master. As he was trying to find the place he wanted, Margot stepped behind him, and looked over his shoulder:

Gudeman, she said softly, you needna be harmering through thae chapters o proper names, in the Book o Chronicles. The trouble is overganging the profit. Read us one o King Davids psalms or canticles, then well go to our sleep wi a song in our hearts.

Your will be it, Margot. Hae you any choice?

I was reading the seventy-first this afternoon, and I could gladly hear it oer again.

And O how blessed is that sleep into which we fall, hearing through the darkness and silence, the happy soul recalling itself In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust Thou art my hope, O Lord God my trust from my youth I will hope continually and praise Thee more and more my soul which Thou hast redeemed! Which Thou hast redeemed! With that wonderful thought falling off into deep, sweet sleep it might be into that mysteriously conscious sleep, informed by prophesying dreams, which is the walking of God through sleep.

CHAPTER II

CHRISTINE AND THE DOMINE

The Domine is a good man. If you only meet him on the street, and he speaks to you, you go for the rest of the day with your head up.

One day leads to another, and even in the little, hidden-away village of Culraine, no two days were exactly alike. Everyone was indeed preparing for the great fishing season, and looking anxiously for its arrival, but if all were looking for the same event, it had for its outcome in every heart a different end, or desire. Thus, James Ruleson hoped its earnings would complete the sum required to build a cottage for his daughters marriage portion, and Margot wanted the money, though not for the same object. Norman had a big doctors bill to pay, and Eneas thought of a two weeks holiday, and a trip to Edinburgh and Glasgow; while Neil was anxious about an increase in his allowance. He had his plea all ready he wanted a new students gown of scarlet flannel, and some law books, which, he said, everyone knew were double the price of any other books. It was his last session, and he did hope that he would be let finish it creditably.

He talked to Christine constantly on the subject, and she promised to stand up for the increase. Though you ken, Neil, she added, that you hae had full thirty pounds a session, and that is a lot for feyther to tak out o the sea; forbye Mither was aye sending you a box full o eggs and bacon, and fish and oatmeal, neer forgetting the cake that men-folk all seem sae extra fond o. And you yoursel were often speaking o the lads who paid their fees and found their living out o thirty pounds a session. Isnt that sae?

I do not deny the fact, but let me tell you how they manage it. They have a breakfast of porridge and milk, and then they are away for four hours Greek and Latin. Then they have two pennyworths of haddock and a few potatoes for dinner, and back to the college again, for more dead languages, and mathematics. They come back to their bit room in some poor, cold house, and if they can manage it, have a cup of tea and some oat cake, and they spend their evenings learning their lessons for the next day, by the light of a tallow candle.

They are brave, good lads, and I dinna wonder they win all, an mair, than what they worked for. The lads o Maraschal College are fine scholars, and the vera pith o men. The hard wark and the frugality are good for them, and, Neil, we are expecting you to be head and front among them.