And the orderly yet alert and joyously eager expression of the whole school,--it had so much the look of a miracle to Sandy Bruce"s eye, that, not having been for years accustomed to the restraint and dignity of school visitors, of technical official, he was on the point of giving a loud whistle of astonishment Luckily recollecting himself in time, he smothered the whistle and the "Whew! what"s all this?" which had been on his tongue"s end, in a vigorous and unnecessary blowing of his nose. And before that was over, and his eyes well wiped, there stood the whole school on its feet before him, and the room ringing with such a chorus as was never heard in a Prince Edward Island school-room before. This completed his bewilderment, and swallowed it up in delight. If Sandy Bruce had an overmastering pa.s.sion in his rugged nature, it was for music. To the sound of the bag-pipes he had often said he would march to death and "not know it for dyin"." The drum and the fife could draw him as quickly now as when he was a boy, and the sweet singing of a woman"s voice was all the token he wanted of the certainty of heaven and the existence of angels.
When Little Bel"s clear, flute-like soprano notes rang out, carrying along the fifty young voices she led, Sandy jumped up on his feet, waving his hand, in a sudden heat of excitement, right and left; and looking swiftly all about him on the platform, he said: "It"s not sittin" we"es take such welcome as this, my neebors!" Each man and woman there, catching the quick contagion, rose; and it was a tumultuous crowd of glowing faces that pressed forward around the piano as the singing went on,--fathers, mothers, rustics, all; and the children, pleased and astonished, sang better than ever, and when the chorus was ended it was some minutes before all was quiet.
Many things had been settled in that few minutes. John McDonald"s heart was at rest. "The music"ll carry a" before it, no matter if they do make a failure here "n" there," he thought. "The bairn is a" right." The mother"s heart was at rest also.
"She"s done wonders wi" "em,--wonders! I doubt not but it"ll go through as it"s begun. Her face"s a picture to look on. Bless her!" Isabella was saying behind her placid smile.
"Eh, but she"s won her guineas out o" us," thought old Dalgetty, ungrudgingly, "and won "em well."
"I don"t see why everybody is so afraid of Sandy Bruce," thought Little Bel. "He looks as kind and as pleased as my own father. I don"t believe he"ll ask any o" his botherin" questions."
What Sandy Bruce thought it would be hard to tell; nearer the truth, probably, to say that his head was in too much of a whirl to think anything. Certain it is that he did not ask any botherin" questions, but sat, leaning forward on his stout oaken staff, held firmly between his knees, and did not move for the next hour, his eyes resting alternately on the school and on the young teacher, who, now that her first fright was over, was conducting her entertainment with the composure and dignity of an experienced instructor.
The exercises were simple,--declamations, reading of selected compositions, examinations of the princ.i.p.al cla.s.ses. At short intervals came songs to break the monotony. The first one after the opening chorus was "Banks and Braes of Bonnie Doon." At the first bars of this Sandy Bruce could not keep silence, but broke into a lone accompaniment in a deep ba.s.s voice, untrained but sweet.
"Ah," thought Little Bel, "what"ll he say to the last one, I wonder?"
When the time came she found out. If she had chosen the arrangement of her music with full knowledge of Sandy Bruce"s preferences, and with the express determination to rouse him to a climax of enthusiasm, she could not have done better.
When the end of the simple programme of recitations and exhibition had been reached, she came forward to the edge of the platform--her cheeks were deep pink now, and her eyes shone with excitement--and said, turning to the trustees and spectators: "We have finished, now, all we have to show for our year"s work, and we will close our entertainment by singing "Scots wha ha" wi" Wallace bled!""
"Ay, ay! that wi" we!" shouted Sandy Bruce, again leaping to his feet; and as the first of the grand chords of that grand old tune rang out full and loud under Little Bel"s firm touch, he strode forward to the piano, and with a kindly nod to her struck in.
With the full force of his deep, ba.s.s-like, violoncello notes, gathering up all the others and fusing them into a pealing strain, it was electin". Everybody sang. Old voices, that had not sung for a quarter of a century or more, joined in. It was a furor: Dalgetty swung his tartan cap, Sandy his hat; handkerchiefs were waved, staves rang on the floor.
The children, half frightened in spite of their pleasure, were quieter than their elders.
"Eh, but it was good fun to see the old folks gone crazy for once!" said Archie McLeod, in recounting the scene. "Now, if they"d get that way oftener they"d not be so hard down on us youngsters."
At the conclusion of the song the first thing Little Bel heard was Dalgetty"s piping voice behind her,--
"And guineas it is, Miss McDonald. Ye"ve won it fair an" square. Guineas it is!"
"Eh, what? Guineas! What is "t ye"re sayin"?" asked Sandy Bruce; his eyes, steady glowing like coals, gazing at Little Bel.
"The supplement, sir," answered Little Bel, lifting her eyes roguishly to his. "Mr. Dalgetty thought I was too young for the school, an" he"d promise me no supplement till he saw if I"d be equal to "t."
This was the sly Bel"s little revenge on Dalgetty, who began confusedly to explain that it was not he any more than the other trustees, and he only wished that they had all been here to see, as he had seen, how finely the school had been managed; but n.o.body heard what he said, for above all the humming and buzzing and laughing there came up from the centre of the school-room a reiterated call of "Sirs!" "Trustees!" "Mr.
Trustee!" "Board!"
It was Archie McLeod, standing up on the backs of two seats, waving a white paper, and trying frantically to make himself heard. The face of a man galloping for life and death, coming up at the last second with a reprieve for one about to be shot, could hardly be fuller of intense anxiety than was Archie"s as he waved his paper and shouted.
Little Bel gazed bewilderingly at him. This was not down on her programme of the exercises. What could it be?
As soon as partial silence enabled him to speak, Archie proceeded to read a pet.i.tion, setting forth, to the respected Board of Trustees, that the undersigned, boys and girls of the Wissan Bridge School, did hereby unanimously request that they might have no other teacher than Miss McDonald, "as long as she lives."
This last clause had been the cause of bitter disputing between Archie and Sandy,--Sandy insisting upon having it in; Archie insisting that it was absurd, because they would not go to school as long as Miss McDonald lived. "But there"s the little ones and the babies that"ll be growin"
up," retorted Sandy, "an" there"ll never be another like her: I say, "as long as she lives""; and "as long as she lives" it was. And when Archie, with an unnecessary emphasis, delivered this closing clause of the pet.i.tion, it was received with a roar of laughter from the platform, which made him flush angrily, and say, with a vicious punch in Sandy"s ribs: "There, I told ye, it spoiled it a". They"re fit to die over it; an" sma" blame to "em, ye silly!"
But he was rea.s.sured when he heard Sandy Bruce"s voice overtopping the tumult with: "A vary sensible request, my lad; an" I, for one, am o" yer way o" thinkin"."
In which speech was a deeper significance than anybody at the time dreamed. In that hurly-burly and hilarious confusion no one had time to weigh words or note meanings; but there were some who recalled it a few months later when they were bidden to a wedding at the house of John McDonald,--a wedding at which Sandy Bruce was groom, and Little Bel the brightest, most winsome of brides.
It was an odd way that Sandy went to work to win her: his ways had been odd all his life,--so odd that it had long ago been accepted in the minds of the Charlottetown people that he would never find a woman to wed him; only now and then an unusually perspicacious person divined that the reason of his bachelorhood was not at all that women did not wish to wed him, spite of his odd ways, but that he himself found no woman exactly to his taste.
True it was that Sandy Bruce, aged forty, had never yet desired any woman for his wife till he looked into the face of Little Bel in the Wissan Bridge school-house. And equally true was it that before the last strains of "Scots wha ha" wi" Wallace bled" had died away on that memorable afternoon of her exhibition of her school, he had determined that his wife she should be.
This was the way he took to win her. No one can deny that it was odd.
There was some talk between him and his temporary colleague on the School Board, old Dalgetty, as they drove home together behind the brisk Norwegian ponies; and the result of this conversation was that the next morning early--in fact, before Little Bel was dressed, so late had she been indulged, for once, in sleeping, after her hard labors in the exhibition the day before--the Norwegian ponies were jingling their bells at John McDonald"s door; and John himself might have been seen, with a seriously puzzled face, listening to words earnestly spoken by Sandy, as he shook off the snow and blanketed the ponies.
As the talk progressed, John glanced up involuntarily at Little Bel"s window. Could it be that he sighed? At any rate, there was no regret in his heart as he shook Sandy"s hand warmly, and said: "Ye"ve my free consent to try; but I doubt she"s not easy won. She"s her head now, an"
her ain way; but she"s a good la.s.s, an" a sweet one."
"An" I need no man to tell me that," said the dauntless Sandy, as he gave back the hearty hand-grip of his friend; "an" she"ll never repent it, the longest day o" her life, if she"ll ha" me for her man." And he strode into the house, bearing in his hand the five golden guineas which his friend Dalgetty had, at his request, commissioned him to pay.
"Into her own hand, mind ye, mon," chuckled Dalgetty, mischievously.
"Ye"ll not be leavin" it wi" the mither." To which sly satire Sandy"s only reply was a soft laugh and nod of his head.
As soon as Little Bel crossed the threshold of the room where Sandy Bruce stood waiting for her, she knew the errand on which he had come.
It was written in his face. Neither could it be truthfully said to be a surprise to Little Bel; for she had not been woman, had she failed to recognize on the previous day that the rugged Scotchman"s whole nature had gone out toward her in a sudden and overmastering attraction.
Sandy looked at her keenly. "Eh, ye know"t a"ready," he said,--"the thing I came to say t" ye." And he paused, still eying her more like a judge than a lover.
Little Bel turned scarlet. This was not her ideal of a wooer. "Know what, Mr. Bruce?" she said resentfully. "How should I know what ye came to say?"
"Tush! tush, la.s.s! do na prevaricate," Sandy began, his eyes gloating on her lovely confusion; "do na preteend--" But the sweet blue eyes were too much for him. Breaking down utterly, he tossed the guineas to one side on the table, and stretching out both hands toward Bel, he exclaimed,--"Ye"re the sweetest thing the eyes o" a mon ever rested on, la.s.s, an" I"m goin" to win ye if ye"ll let me." And as Bel opened her mouth to speak, he laid one hand, quietly as a mother might, across her lips, and continued: "Na! na! I"ll not let ye speak yet. I"m not a silly to look for ye to be ready to say me yes at this quick askin"; but I"ll not let ye say me nay neither. Ye"ll not refuse me the only thing I"m askin" the day, an" that"s that ye"ll let me try to make ye love me.
Ye"ll not say nay to that, la.s.s. I"ll gie my life to it." And now he waited for an answer.
None came. Tears were in Bel"s eyes as she looked up in his face. Twice she opened her lips to speak, and twice her heart and the words failed her. The tears became drops and rolled down the cheeks. Sandy was dismayed.
"Ye"re not afraid o" me, ye sweet thing, are ye?" he gasped out. "I"d not vex ye for the world. If ye bid me to go, I"d go."
"No, I"m not afraid o" ye, Mr. Bruce," sobbed Bel. "I don"t know what it is makes me so silly. I"m not afraid o" ye, though. But I was for a few minutes yesterday," she added archly, with a little glint of a roguish smile, which broke through the tears like an April sun through rain, and turned Sandy"s head in the twinkling of an eye.
"Ay, ay," he said; "I minded it weel, an" I said to myself then, in that first sight I had o" yer face, that I"d not harm a hair o" yer head. Oh, my little la.s.s, would ye gie me a kiss,--just one, to show ye"re not afraid, and to gie me leave to try to win ye out o" likin" into lovin"?"
he continued, drawing closer and bending toward her.
And then a wonderful thing happened. Little Bel, who, although she was twenty years old, and had by no means been without her admirers, had never yet kissed any man but her father and brothers, put up her rosy lips, as confidingly as a little child, to be kissed by this strange wooer, who wooed only for leave to woo.
"An" if he"d only known it, he might ha" asked a" he wanted then as well as later," said Little Bel, honestly avowing the whole to her mother.
"As soon as he put his hands on me the very heart in me said he was my man for a" my life. An" there"s no shame in it that I can see. If a man may love that way in the lighting of an eye, why may not a girl do the same? There"s not one kind o" heart i" the breast of a man an" another kind i" the breast of a woman, as ever I heard." In which Little Bel, in her innocence, was wiser than people wiser than she.
And after this there is no need of telling more,--only a picture or two which are perhaps worth sketching in few words. One is the expression which was seen on Sandy Bruce"s face one day, not many weeks after his first interview with Little Bel, when, in reply to his question, "An"
now, my own la.s.s, what"ll ye have for your weddin" gift from me? Tell me the thing ye want most i" a" the earth, an" if it"s in my means ye shall have it the day ye gie me the thing I want maist i" the whole earth."
"I"ve got it a"ready, Sandy," said Little Bel, taking his face in her hands, and making a feint of kissing him; then withdrawing coquettishly.
Wise, innocent Bel! Sandy understood.