"She was nae strong enough, Jamie, man," the doctor told him. "Yell ha" an invalid wife on your hands for months. Gie her gude food, and plenty on"t, when she can eat again let her ha" plenty rest. She"ll be richt then--she"ll be better, indeed, than she"s ever been. But not if things go badly--she can never stand that."
Jamie had aye been carefu" wi" his siller; when he knew the wife was going to present him wi" a bairn he"d done his part to mak" ready. So the few pound he had in the bank had served, at the start, weel enough. The strikers got a few shillings each week frae the union; just enough, it turned out, in Jamie"s case, to pay the rent and buy the bare necessities of life. His own siller went fast to keep mither and wean alive when she was worst. And when they were gone, as they were before that day I talked wi" him, things looked black indeed for Jamie and the bit family he was tryin" to raise.
He could see no way oot. And then, one nicht, there came a knocking at the door. It was the doctor--a kindly, brusque man, who"d been in the army once. He was popular, but it was because he made his patients afraid of him, some said. They got well because they were afraid to disobey him. He had a very large practice, and, since he was a bachelor, with none but himself to care for, he was supposed to be almost wealthy--certainly he was rich for a country doctor.
"Weel, Jamie, man, and ho"s the wife and the wean the day?" he asked.
"They"re nane so braw, doctor," said Jamie, dolefully. "But yell see that for yersel", I"m thinkin"."
The doctor went in, talked to Jamie"s wife a spell, told her some things to do, and looked carefully at the sleeping bairn, which he would not have awakened. Then he took Jamie by the arm.
"Come ootside, Jamie," he said. "I want to hae a word wi" ye."
Jamie went oot, wondering. The doctor walked along wi" him in silence a wee bit; then spoke, straight oot, after his manner.
"Yon"s a bonnie wean o" yours, Jamie," he said. "I"ve brought many a yin into the world, and I"m likin" him fine. But ye can no care for him, and he"s like to dee on your hands. Yer wife"s in the same case.
She maun ha" nourishin" food, and plenty on"t. Noo, I"m rich enough, and I"m a bachelor, with no wife nor bairn o" my ain. For reasons I"ll not tell ye I"ll dee, as I"ve lived, by my lain. I"ll not be marryin"
a wife, I mean by that.
"But I like that yin of yours. And here"s what I"m offerin" ye. I"ll adopt him, gi"en you"ll let me ha" him for my ain. I"ll save his life.
I"ll bring him up strong and healthy, as a gentleman and a gentleman"s son. And I"ll gie ye a hundred pounds to boot--a hundred pounds that"ll be the saving of your wife"s life, so that she can be made strong and healthy to bear ye other bairns when you"re at work again."
"Gie up the wean?" cried Jamie, his face working. "The wean my Annie near died to gie me? Doctor, is it sense you"re talking?"
"Aye, and gude, hard sense it is, too, Jamie, man. I know it sounds dour and hard. It"s a sair thing to be giving up your ain flesh and blood. But think o" the bairn, man! Through no fault o" your ain, through misfortune that"s come upon ye, ye can no gie him the care he needs to keep him alive. Wad ye rather see him dead or in my care?
Think it ower, man. I"ll gie ye two days to think and to talk it ower wi" the wife. And--I"m tellin" ye"re a muckle a.s.s and no the sensible man I"ve thought ye if ye do not say aye."
The doctor did no wait for Jamie to answer him. He was a wise man, that doctor; he knew how Jamie wad be feelin" just then, and he turned away. Sure enough, Jamie was ready to curse him and bid him keep his money. But when he was left alone, and walked home, slowly, thinking of the offer, he began to see that love for the wean urged him nigh as much to accept the offer as to reject it.
It was true, as the doctor had said, that it was better for the bairn to live and grow strong and well than to dee and be buried. Wad it no be selfish for Jamie, for the love he had for his first born, to insist on keeping him when to keep him wad mean his death? But there was Annie to think of, too. Wad she be willing? Jamie was sair beset.
He didna ken how to think, much less what he should be doing.
It grieved him to bear such an offer to Annie, so wan and sick, puir body. He thought of not telling her. But when he went in she was sair afraid the doctor had told him the bairn could no live, and to rea.s.sure her he was obliged to tell just why the doctor had called him oot wi" him.
"Tak" him away for gude and a", Jamie?" she moaned, and looked down at the wailing mite beside her. "That"s what he means? Oh, my bairn--my wean----!"
"Aye, but he shall not!" Jamie vowed, fiercely, dropping to his knees beside the bed, and putting his arms about her. "Dinna fash yersel", Annie, darling. Ye shall keep your wean--our wean."
"But it"s true, what the doctor said, that it wad be better for our bairn, Jamie----"
"Oh, aye--no doot he meant it in kindness and weel enow, Annie. But how should he understand, that"s never had bairn o" his own to twine its fingers around one o" his? Nor seen the licht in his wife"s een as she laid them on her wean?"
Annie was comforted by the love in his voice, and fell asleep. But when the morn came the bairn was worse, and greetin" pitifully. And it was Annie herself who spoke, timidly, of what the doctor had offered.
Jamie had told her nothing of the hundred pounds; he knew she would feel as he did, that if they gave up the bairn it wad be for his ain sake, and not for the siller.
"Oh, Jamie, my man, I"ve been thinkin"," said puir Annie. "The wean"s sae sick! And if we let the doctor hae him he"d be well and strong.
And it micht be we could see him sometimes. The doctor wad let us do sae, do ye nae think it?"
Lang they talked of it. But they could came tae nae ither thought than that it was better to lose the bairn and gie him his chance to live and to grow up than to lose him by havin" him dee. Lose him they must, it seemed, and Jamie cried out against G.o.d, at last, and swore that there was no help, even though a man was ready and willing to work his fingers to the bone for wife and bairn. And sae, wi" the heaviest of hearts, he made his way to the doctor"s door and rang the bell.
"Weel, and ye and the wife are showing yer good sense," said the doctor, heartily, when he heard what Jamie had to say. "We"ll pull the wean through. He"s of gude stock on both sides--that"s why I want to adopt him. I"ll bring a nurse round wi" me tomorrow, come afternoon, and I"ll hae the papers ready for ye to sign, that give me the richt to adopt him as my ain son. And when ye sign ye shall hae yer hundred pounds."
"Ye--ye can keep the siller, doctor," said Jamie, suppressing a wish to say something violent. ""Tis no for the money we"re letting ye hae the wean--"tis that ye may save his life and keep him in the world to hae his chance that I canna gie him, G.o.d help me!"
"A bargain"s a bargain, Jamie, man," said the doctor, more gently than was his wont. "Ye shall e"en hae the hundred pounds, for you"ll be needin" it for the puir wife. Puir la.s.sie--dinna think I"m not sorry for you and her, as well."
Jamie shook his head and went off. He could no trust himself to speak again. And he went back to Annie wi" tears in his een, and the heart within him heavy as it were lead. Still, when he reached hame, and saw Annie looking at him wi" such grief in her moist een, he could no bear to tell her of the hundred pounds. He could no bear to let her think it was selling the bairn they were. And, in truth, whether he was to tak" the siller or not, it was no that had moved him.
It was a sair, dour nicht for Jamie and the wife. They lay awake, the twa of them. They listened to the breathing of the wean; whiles and again he"d rouse and greet a wee, and every sound he made tore at their heart strings. They were to say gude-bye to him the morrow, never to see him again; Annie was to hold him in her mither"s arms for the last time. Oh, it was the sair nicht for those twa, yell ken withoot ma tellin" ye!
Come three o" the clock next afternoon and there was the sound o"
wheels ootside the wee hoose. Jamie started and looked at Annie, and the tears sprang to their een as they turned to the wean. In came the doctor, and wi" him a nurse, all starched and clean.
"Weel, Jamie, an" hoo are the patients the day? None so braw, Annie, I"m fearin". "Tis a hard thing, my la.s.sie, but the best in the end.
We"ll hae ye on yer feet again in no time the noo, and ye can gie yer man a bonnier bairn next time! It"s glad I am ye"ll let me tak" the wean and care for him."
Annie could not answer. She was clasping the bairn close to her, and the tears were running down her twa cheeks. She kissed him again and again. And the doctor, staring, grew uncomfortable. He beckoned to the nurse, and she stepped toward the bed to take the wean from its mither. Annie saw her, and held the bairn to Jamie.
"Puir wean--oh, oor puir wean!" she sighed. "Jamie, my man--kiss him-- kiss him for the last time----"
Jamie sobbed and caught the bairn in his great arms. He held it as tenderly as ever its mither could ha" done. And then, suddenly, still holding the wean, he turned on the doctor.
"We canna do it, Doctor!" he cried. "I cried out against G.o.d yesterday. But--there is a G.o.d! I believe in Him, and I will put my trust in Him. If it is His will that oor wean shall dee--dee he must.
But if he dees it shall be in his mither"s arms."
His eyes were blazing, and the doctor, a little frightened, as if he thought Jamie had gone mad, gave ground. But Jamie went on in a gentler voice.
"I ken weel ye meant it a" for the best, and to be gude to us and the wean, doctor," he said, earnestly. "But we canna part with our bairn.
Live or dee he must stay wi" his mither!"
He knelt down. He saw Annie"s eyes, swimming with new tears, meeting his in a happiness such as he had never seen before. She held out her hungry arms, and Jamie put the bairn within them.
"I"m sorry, doctor," he said, simply.
But the doctor said nothing. Without ane word he turned, and went oot the door, wi" the nurse following him. And Jamie dropped to his knees beside his wife and bairn and prayed to the G.o.d in whom he had resolved to put his trust.
Ne"er tell me G.o.d does not hear or heed such prayers! Ne"er tell me that He betrays those who put their trust in Him, according to His word.
Frae that sair day of grief and fear mither and wean grew better. Next day a wee laddie brocht a great hamper to Jamie"s door. Jamie thocht there was some mistake.
"Who sent ye, laddie?" he asked.
"I dinna ken, and what I do ken I maun not tell," the boy answered.
"But there"s no mistake. "Tis for ye, Jamie Lowden."
And sae it was. There were all the things that Annie needed and Jamie had nae the siller to buy for her in that hamper. Beef tea, and fruit, and jellies--rare gude things! Jamie, his een full o" tears, had aye his suspicions of the doctor. But when he asked him, the doctor was said angry.
"Hamper? What hamper?" he asked gruffly. That was when he was making a professional call. "Ye"re a sentimental fule, Jamie Lowden, and I"d hae no hand in helpin" ye! But if so be there was some beef extract in the hamper, "tis so I"d hae ye mak" it--as I"m tellin" ye, mind, not as it says on the jar!"