A Window in Thrums

Chapter 22

Than Thomas Haggart there can scarcely have been a poorer man, but Tammas was the first to come forward with offer of help. To the day of Jess"s death he did not once fail to carry her water to her in the morning, and the luxuriously living men of Thrums in those present days of pumps at every corner, can hardly realize what that meant. Often there were lines of people at the well by three o"clock in the morning, and each had to wait his turn. Tammas filled his own pitcher and pan, and then had to take his place at the end of the line with Jess"s pitcher and pan, to wait his turn again. His own house was in the Tenements, far from the brae in winter time, but he always said to Jess it was "naething ava."

Every Sat.u.r.day old Robbie Angus sent a bag of sticks and shavings from the saw-mill by his little son Rob, who was afterwards to become a man for speaking about at nights. Of all the friends that Jess and Hendry had, T"nowhead was the ablest to help, and the sweetest memory I have of the farmer and his wife is the delicate way they offered it. You who read will see Jess wince at the offer of charity. But the poor have fine feelings beneath the grime, as you will discover if you care to look for them, and when Jess said she would bake if any one would buy, you would wonder to hear how many kindly folk came to her door for scones.

She had the house to herself at nights, but Tibbie Birse was with her early in the morning, and other neighbours dropped in. Not for long did she have to wait the summons to the better home.

"Na," she said to the minister, who has told me that he was a better man from knowing her, "my thochts is no nane set on the vanities o" the world noo. I kenra hoo I could ever hae ha"en sic an ambeetion to hae thae stuff-bottomed chairs."

I have tried to keep away from Jamie, whom the neighbours sometimes upbraided in her presence. It is of him you who read would like to hear, and I cannot pretend that Jess did not sit at her window looking for him.

"Even when she was bakin"," Tibbie told me, "she aye had an eye on the brae. If Jamie had come at ony time when it was licht she would hae seen "im as sune as he turned the corner."

"If he ever comes back, the sacket (rascal)," T"nowhead said to Jess, "we"ll show "im the door gey quick."

Jess just looked, and all the women knew how she would take Jamie to her arms.

We did not know of the London woman then, and Jess never knew of her.

Jamie"s mother never for an hour allowed that he had become anything but the loving laddie of his youth.

"I ken "im ower weel," she always said, "my ain Jamie."

Toward the end she was sure he was dead. I do not know when she first made up her mind to this, nor whether it was not merely a phrase for those who wanted to discuss him with her. I know that she still sat at the window looking at the elbow of the brae.

The minister was with her when she died. She was in her chair, and he asked her, as was his custom, if there was any particular chapter which she would like him to read. Since her husband"s death she had always asked for the fourteenth of John, "Hendry"s chapter," as it is still called among a very few old people in Thrums. This time she asked him to read the sixteenth chapter of Genesis.

"When I came to the thirteenth verse," the minister told me, ""And she called the name of the Lord that spake unto her. Thou G.o.d seest me,"

she covered her face with her two hands, and said, "Joey"s text, Joey"s text. Oh, but I grudged ye sair, Joey.""

"I shut the book," the minister said, "when I came to the end of the chapter, and then I saw that she was dead. It is my belief that her heart broke one-and-twenty years ago."

CHAPTER XXII

JAMIE"S HOME-COMING

On a summer day, when the sun was in the weavers" workshops, and bairns hopped solemnly at the game of palaulays, or gaily shook their bottles of sugarelly water into a froth, Jamie came back. The first man to see him was Hookey Crewe, the post.

"When he came frae London," Hookey said afterwards at T"nowhead"s pig-sty, "Jamie used to wait for me at Zoar, i" the north end o"

Tilliedrum. He carried his box ower the market muir, an" sat on"t at Zoar, waitin" for me to catch "im up. Ay, the day afore yesterday me an" the powny was clatterin" by Zoar, when there was Jamie standin" in his identical place. He hadna nae box to sit upon, an" he was far frae bein" weel in order, but I kent "im at aince, an" I saw "at he was waitin" for me. So I drew up, an" waved my hand to "im."

"I would hae drove straucht by "im," said T"nowhead; "them "at leaves their auld mother to want doesna deserve a lift."

"Ay, ye say that sittin" there," Hookey said; "but, lads, I saw his face, an" as sure as death it was sic an" awfu" meeserable face "at I couldna but pu" the powny up. Weel, he stood for the s.p.a.ce o" a meenute lookin" straucht at me, as if he would like to come forrit but dauredna, an" syne he turned an" strided awa ower the muir like a hunt.i.t thing. I sat still i" the cart, an" when he was far awa he stoppit an" lookit again, but a" my cryin" wouldna bring him a step back, an" i" the end I drove on. I"ve thocht since syne "at he didna ken whether his fowk was livin" or deid, an" was fleid to speir."

"He didna ken," said T"nowhead, "but the faut was his ain. It"s ower late to be ta"en up aboot Jess noo."

"Ay, ay, T"nowhead," said Hookey, "it"s aisy to you to speak like that.

Ye didna see his face."

It is believed that Jamie walked from Tilliedrum, though no one is known to have met him on the road. Some two hours after the post left him he was seen by old Rob Angus at the sawmill.

"I was sawin" awa wi" a" my micht," Rob said, "an" little Rob was haudin" the booards, for they were silly but things, when something made me look at the window. It couldna hae been a tap on"t, for the birds has used me to that, an" it would hardly be a shadow, for little Rob didna look up. Whatever it was, I stoppit i" the middle o" a booard, an" lookit up, an" there I saw Jamie McQumpha. He joukit back when our een met, but I saw him weel; ay, it"s a queer thing to say, but he had the face o" a man "at had come straucht frae h.e.l.l."

"I stood starin" at the window," Angus continued, "after he"d gone, an"

Robbie cried oot to ken what was the maiter wi" me. Ay, that brocht me back to mysel, an" I hurried oot to look for Jamie, but he wasna to be seen. That face gae me a turn."

From the saw-mill to the house at the top of the brae, some may remember, the road is up the commonty. I do not think any one saw Jamie on the commonty, though there were those to say they met him.

"He gae me sic a look," a woman said, ""at I was fleid an" ran hame,"

but she did not tell the story until Jamie"s home-coming had become a legend.

There were many women hanging out their washing on the commonty that day, and none of them saw him. I think Jamie must have approached his old home by the fields, and probably he held back until gloaming.

The young woman who was now mistress of the house at the top of the brae both saw and spoke with Jamie.

"Twa or three times," she said, "I had seen a man walk quick up the brae an" by the door. It was gettin" dark, but I noticed "at he was short an" thin, an" I would hae said he wasna nane weel if it hadna been at" he gaed by at sic a steek. He didna look our wy--at least no when he was close up, an" I set "im doon for some ga"en aboot body.

Na, I saw naething aboot "im to be fleid at.

"The aucht o"clock bell was ringin" when I saw "im to speak to. My twa-year-auld bairn was standin" aboot the door, an" I was makkin" some porridge for my man"s supper when I heard the bairny skirlin". She came runnin" in to the hoose an" hung i" my wrapper, an" she was hingin" there, when I gaed to the door to see what was wrang.

"It was the man I"d seen pa.s.sin" the hoose. He was standin" at the gate, which, as a"body kens, is but sax steps frae the hoose, an" I wondered at "im neither runnin" awa nor comin" forrit. I speired at "im what he meant by terrifyin" a bairn, but he didna say naething. He juist stood. It was ower dark to see his face richt, an" I wasna nane ta"en aback yet, no till he spoke. Oh, but he had a fearsome word when he did speak. It was a kind o" like a man hoa.r.s.e wi" a cauld, an" yet no that either.

""Wha bides i" this hoose?" he said, ay standin there.

""It"s Davit Patullo"s hoose," I said, "an" am the wife."

""Whaur"s Hendry McQumpha?" he speired.

""He"s deid," I said.

"He stood still for a fell while.

""An" his wife, Jess?" he said.

""She"s deid, too," I said.

"I thocht he gae a groan, but it may hae been the gate.

""There was a dochter, Leeby?" he said.

""Ay," I said, "she was ta"en first."

"I saw "im put up his hands to his face, an" he cried out, "Leeby too!"

an" syne he kind o" fell agin the d.y.k.e. I never kent "im nor nane o"

his fowk, but I had heard aboot them, an" I saw "at it would be the son frae London. It wasna for me to judge "im, an" I said to "im would he no come in by an" tak a rest. I was nearer "im by that time, an" it"s an awfu" haver to say "at he had a face to frichten fowk. It was a rale guid face, but no ava what a body would like to see on a young man. I felt mair like greetin" mysel when I saw his face than drawin"

awa frae "im.

"But he wouldna come in. "Rest," he said, like ane speakin" to "imsel, "na, there"s nae mair rest for me." I didna weel ken what mair to say to "im, for he aye stood on, an" I wasna even sure "at he saw me. He raised his heid when he heard me tellin" the bairn no to tear my wrapper.

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