"Am no likely to forget it, Leeby," said Jess, "an" you blind wi" them for three days. Ay, ay, Jamie was richt taen up aboot ye. I mind he broke open his pirly (money-box), an" bocht a ha"penny worth o"
something to ye every day."
"An" ye hinna forgotten the stick?"
""Deed no, I hinna. Ye see," Jess explained to me, "Leeby was lyin"
ben the hoose, an" Jamie wasna allowed to gang near her for fear o"
infection. Weel, he gat a lang stick--it was a pea-stick--an" put it aneath the door an" waggled it. Ay, he did that a curran times every day, juist to let her see he was thinkin" o" her."
"Mair than that," said Leeby, "he cried oot "at he loved me."
"Ay, but juist aince," Jess said, "I dinna mind o"t but aince. It was the time the doctor came late, an" Jamie, being waukened by him, thocht ye was deein". I mind as if it was yesterday hoo he cam runnin" to the door an" cried oot, "I do love ye, Leeby; I love ye richt." The doctor got a start when he heard the voice, but he laughed loud when he un"erstood."
"He had nae business, though," said Leeby, "to tell onybody."
"He was a rale clever man, the doctor," Jess explained to me, "ay, he kent me as weel as though he"d gaen through me wi" a lichted candle.
It got oot through him, an" the young billies took to sayin" to Jamie, "Ye do love her, Jamie; ay, ye love her richt." The only reglar fecht I ever kent Jamie hae was wi" a lad "at cried that to him. It was Bowlegs Chirsty"s laddie. Ay, but when she got better Jamie blamed Leeby."
"He no only blamed me," said Leeby, "but he wanted me to pay him back a" the bawbees he had spent on me."
"Ay, an" I sepad he got them too," said Jess. In time Jamie became a barber in Tilliedrum, trudging many heavy miles there and back twice a day that he might sleep at home, trudging bravely I was to say, but it was what he was born to, and there was hardly an alternative. This was the time I saw most of him, and he and Leeby were often in my thoughts.
There is as terrible a bubble in the little kettle as on the cauldron of the world, and some of the scenes between Jamie and Leeby were great tragedies, comedies, what you will, until the kettle was taken off the fire. Hers was the more placid temper; indeed, only in one way could Jamie suddenly rouse her to fury. That was when he hinted that she had a large number of frocks. Leeby knew that there could never be more than a Sabbath frock and an everyday gown for her, both of her mother"s making, but Jamie"s insinuations were more than she could bear. Then I have seen her seize and shake him. I know from Jess that Leeby cried herself hoa.r.s.e the day Joey was buried, because her little black frock was not ready for wear.
Until he went to Tilliedrum Jamie had been more a stay-at-home boy than most. The warmth of Jess"s love had something to do with keeping his heart aglow, but more, I think, he owed to Leeby. Tilliedrum was his introduction to the world, and for a little it took his head. I was in the house the Sabbath day that he refused to go to church.
He went out in the forenoon to meet the Tilliedrum lads, who were to take him off for a holiday in a cart. Hendry was more wrathful than I remember ever to have seen him, though I have heard how he did with the lodger who broke the Lord"s Day. This lodger was a tourist who thought, in folly surely rather than in hardness of heart, to test the religious convictions of an Auld Licht by insisting on paying his bill on a Sabbath morning. He offered the money to Jess, with the warning that if she did not take it now she might never see it. Jess was so kind and good to her lodgers that he could not have known her long who troubled her with this poor trick. She was sorely in need at the time, and entreated the thoughtless man to have some pity on her.
"Now or never," he said, holding out the money.
"Put it on the dresser," said Jess at last, "an" I"ll get it the morn."
The few shillings were laid on the dresser, where they remained unfingered until Hendry, with Leeby and Jamie, came in from church.
"What siller"s that?" asked Hendry, and then Jess confessed what she had done.
"I wonder at ye, woman," said Hendry, sternly; and lifting the money he climbed up to the attic with it.
He pushed open the door, and confronted the lodger.
"Take back yer siller," he said laying it on the table, "an" leave my hoose. Man, you"re a pitiable crittur to tak the chance, when I was oot, o" playin" upon the poverty o" an onweel woman."
It was with such unwonted severity as this that Hendry called upon Jamie to follow him to church; but the boy went off, and did not return till dusk, defiant and miserable. Jess had been so terrified that she forgave him everything for sight of his face, and Hendry prayed for him at family worship with too much unction. But Leeby cried as if her tender heart would break. For a long time Jamie refused to look at her, but at last he broke down.
"If ye go on like that," he said, "I"ll gang awa oot an" droon mysel, or be a sojer."
This was no uncommon threat of his, and sometimes, when he went off, banging the door violently, she ran after him and brought him back.
This time she only wept the more, and so both went to bed in misery.
It was after midnight that Jamie rose and crept to Leeby"s bedside.
Leeby was shaking the bed in her agony. Jess heard what they said.
"Leeby," said Jamie, "dinna greet, an" I"ll never do"t again."
He put his arms round her, and she kissed him pa.s.sionately.
"O, Jamie," she said, "hae ye prayed to G.o.d to forgie ye?"
Jamie did not speak.
"If ye was to die this nicht," cried Leeby, "an" you no made it up wi"
G.o.d, ye wouldna gang to heaven. Jamie, I canna sleep till ye"ve made it up wi" G.o.d."
But Jamie still hung back. Leeby slipped from her bed, and went down on her knees.
"O G.o.d, O dear G.o.d," she cried, "mak Jamie to pray to you!"
Then Jamie went down on his knees too, and they made it up with G.o.d together.
This is a little thing for me to remember all these years, and yet how fresh and sweet it keeps Leeby in my memory.
Away up in the glen, my lonely schoolhouse lying deep, as one might say, in a sea of snow, I had many hours in the years long by for thinking of my friends in Thrums and mapping out the future of Leeby and Jamie. I saw Hendry and Jess taken to the churchyard, and Leeby left alone in the house. I saw Jamie fulfil his promise to his mother, and take Leeby, that stainless young woman, far away to London, where they had a home together. Ah, but these were only the idle dreams of a dominie. The Lord willed it otherwise.
CHAPTER XIX
A TALE OF A GLOVE
So long as Jamie was not the lad, Jess twinkled gleefully over tales of sweethearting. There was little Kitty Lamby who used to skip in of an evening, and, squatting on a stool near the window, unwind the roll of her enormities. A wheedling thing she was, with an ambition to drive men crazy, but my presence killed the gossip on her tongue, though I liked to look at her. When I entered, the wag at the wa" clock had again possession of the kitchen. I never heard more than the end of a sentence:
"An" did he really say he would fling himsel into the dam, Kitty?"
Or--"True as death, Jess, he kissed me."
Then I wandered away from the kitchen, where I was not wanted, and marvelled to know that Jess of the tender heart laughed most merrily when he really did say that he was going straight to the dam. As no body was found in the dam in those days, whoever he was he must have thought better of it.
But let Kitty, or any other maid, cast a glinting eye on Jamie, then Jess no longer smiled. If he returned the glance she sat silent in her chair till Leeby laughed away her fears.
"Jamie"s no the kind, mother," Leeby would say. "Na, he"s quiet, but he sees through them. They dinna draw his leg (get over him)."
"Ye never can tell, Leeby. The laddies "at"s maist ill to get sometimes gangs up in a flame a" at aince, like a bit o" paper."
"Ay, weel, at ony rate Jamie"s no on fire yet."
Though clever beyond her neighbours, Jess lost all her sharpness if they spoke of a la.s.sie for Jamie.
"I warrant," Tibbie Birse said one day in my hearing, ""at there"s some leddie in London he"s thinkin" o". Ay, he"s been a guid laddie to ye, but i" the course o" nature he"ll be settlin" dune soon."
Jess did not answer, but she was a picture of woe.