Ruleson smoked his pipe after dinner, and kept up the threep, and the girls put out of sight the used china, and the meat and pastries left, and Margot put on her usual Sabbath attire--a light-gray silk dress, a large white collar, and a borderless cap of lace over her dark hair.
The indispensable bit of color was, in her case, supplied by a vivid scarlet shawl of Chinese crepe, one of those heavily embroidered shawls of dazzling color, which seem in these latter days to have disappeared.
It was getting near to seven o"clock, when they entered the hall and found it already full and happy. They had not thought it necessary to wait in whispering silence, until the music came and opened the entertainment. They possessed among themselves many good story tellers, and they were heartily laughing in chorus at some comic incident which a fisherman was relating, when the Ruleson party arrived.
Then there was one long, loud, unanimous cry for Christine Ruleson, for Christine was preeminent as a vive-voce story teller, a rare art even among the nations of Europe. She nodded and smiled, and without any affectation of reluctance, but with a sweet readiness to give pleasure, went at once to the platform, and as easily, and as naturally as if she were telling it at her home fireside, she raised her hand for attention, and said:
"_The Wreck of the Grosvenor_
"The _Grosvenor_, an East Indiaman, homeward bound, went to pieces on the coast of Caffraria. There were a hundred and thirty-five souls on board, and they resolved to cross the trackless desert to the Dutch settlements at the Cape of Good Hope. A solitary child was among the pa.s.sengers, a boy of seven years old, who had no relation on board, and when he saw the party beginning to move away, he cried after some member of it, who had been kind to him. The child"s cry went to every heart. They accepted him as a sacred charge.
"By turns they carried him through the deep sand and the long gra.s.s.
They pushed him across broad rivers on a little raft. They shared with him such fish as they found to eat. Beset by lions, by savages, by hunger and death in ghastly forms, they never--O Father in heaven! Thy name be blessed for it! they never forgot the child. The captain and his faithful c.o.xswain sat down together to die, the rest go on for their lives--but they take the child with them. The carpenter, his chief friend, dies from eating, in his hunger, poisonous berries; the steward a.s.sumed the sacred guardianship of the boy. He carried him in his arms, when he himself was weak and suffering. He fed him, when he was griped with hunger. He laid his little white face against his sun-burned breast. He soothed him in all his suffering.
"Then there came a time when both were ill, and they begged their wretched companions--now very few in number--to wait for them one day.
They waited two days. On the morning of the third day, they moved softly about preparing to resume their journey. The child was sleeping by the fire, and they would not wake him until the last moment. The moment comes, the fire is dying--the child is dead!
"His faithful friend staggers on for a few days, then lies down in the desert and dies. What shall be said to these two men, who through all extremities loved and guarded this Little Child?"
Christine had noticed the Domine rise, and she pointedly addressed this question to him, and he understood her wish, and lifting up his hands and his voice, he cried out triumphantly:
"They shall be raised up with the words--"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, ye have done it unto Me!" These good men," he continued, "were men of the sea, Mariners of England,
"That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!"
The Domine might have continued, but there was a sudden thrill of enchanting violins, the door was flung open, and the magical notes of a foursome reel filled the room, and set the feet of all tapping the floor, and made all faces radiant with antic.i.p.ation. The good man then realized that it was not his hour, and he sat down, and watched the proceedings for a few minutes. Then he saw James Ruleson take his wife"s hand, and watched their first steps in the joyous reel, and he was satisfied. If the dancing was under Ruleson"s control, he knew all would be done decently and in order, and he went away so quietly that his absence was not noticed for some time.
Now, if the dancing that followed was like some of our dancing of today, I should pa.s.s it with slight notice, or it might be, with earnest disapproval, but it was not. It was real dancing. It was not waltzing, nor tangoing, and it was as far as possible from the undressed posturing called cla.s.sical dancing. Everyone was modestly clothed, and had his shoes and stockings on. And naturally, and as a matter of course, they obeyed the principle of real dancing, which is articulation; that is, the foot strikes the ground with every accented note of the music. This is how Goldsmith in "The Vicar of Wakefield"
shows us Olivia dancing--"her foot being as pat to the music, as its echo."
All good dancing is beautiful, and it never requires immodesty, is indeed spoiled by any movement in this direction. However, as my fisher company danced modestly and gracefully, rendering naturally the artistic demands of the music, there is no necessity to pursue the subject. As the night wore on, the dancing became more enthusiastic, and graceful gestures were flung in, and little inspiring cries flung out, and often when the fiddles stopped, the happy feet went on for several bars without the aid of music.
Thus alternately telling stories, singing, and dancing, they pa.s.sed the happy hours, mingling something of heart, and brain, and body, in all they did; and the midnight found them unwearied and good-tempered.
Angus had behaved beautifully. Having made himself "Hail! Well met!"
with the company, he forgot for the time that he was Master of Ballister, and entered into the happy spirit of the occasion with all the natural gayety of youth.
As he had dined with Faith Balcarry, he danced with her several times; and no one could tell the pride and pleasure in the girl"s heart. Then Christine introduced to her a young fisherman from Largo town, and he liked Faith"s slender form, and childlike face, and fell truly in love with the lonely girl, and after this night no one ever heard Faith complain that she had no one to love, and that no one loved her. This incident alone made Christine very happy, for her heart said to her that it was well worth while.
Cluny was the only dissatisfied person present, but then nothing would have satisfied Cluny but Christine"s undivided attention. She told him he was "unreasonable and selfish," and he went home with his grandmother, in a pet, and did not return.
"He"s weel enough awa"," said Christine to Faith. "If he couldna leave his bad temper at hame, he hadna ony right to bring it here."
Of course it was not possible for Christine to avoid all dancing with Angus, but he was reasonable and obedient, and danced cheerfully with all the partners she selected, and in return she promised to walk home in his company. He told her it was "a miraculous favor," and indeed he thought so. For never had she looked so bewilderingly lovely. Her beauty appeared to fill the room, and the calm, confident authority with which she ordered and decided events, touched him with admiring astonishment. What she would become, when _he_ gave her the opportunity, he could not imagine.
At nine o"clock there was a sideboard supper from a long table at one side of the hall, loaded with cold meats, pastry, and cake. Every young man took what his partner desired, and carried it to her. Then when the women were served, the men helped themselves, and stood eating and talking with the merry, chattering groups for a pleasant half-hour, which gave to the last dances and songs even more than their early enthusiasm. Angus waited on Christine and Faith, and Faith"s admirer had quite a flush of vanity, in supposing himself to have cut the Master of Ballister out. He flattered himself thus, and Faith let him think so, and Christine shook her head, and called him "plucky and gay," epithets young men never object to, especially if they know they are neither the one nor the other.
At twelve o"clock Ruleson spoke to the musicians, and the violins dropped from the merry reel of "Clydeside La.s.ses" into the haunting melody of "Caller Herrin"," and old and young stood up to sing it.
Margot started the "cry" in her clear, clarion-like voice; but young and old joined in the imperishable song, in which the "cry" is vocalized:
[Ill.u.s.tration: Music and Lyrics:
Who"ll buy cal-ler her-rin"? They"re twa a pen-ny twa a pen-ny, Who"ll buy cal-ler her-rin"? They"re new come fra Loch fine. Come friends sup-port the fish-er"s trade. Wha still in yer"ll earns his bread. While "round our coast aft tem-pest tost. He drags for cal-ler her-rin".
They"re bon-nie fish, and dain-ty fa-ring. Buy my cal-ler her-rin".
They"re new come frae Loch-flae. Who"ll buy my cal-ler her-rin". There"s nought wi" them will stand com-par-ing. E"en they hae like dia-monds.
Their sides like sil-ver shine. Cal-ler her-rin", Cal-ler her-rin"]
At one o"clock the Fishers" Hall was dark and still, and the echo of a tender little laugh or song from some couple, who had taken the longest way round for the nearest way home, was all that remained of the mirth and melody of the evening. Angus and Christine sauntered slowly through the village. The young man was then pa.s.sionately importunate in the protestations of his love. He wooed Christine with all the honeyed words that men have used to the Beloved Woman, since the creation. And Christine listened and was happy.
At length, however, he was obliged to tell her news he had delayed as long as it was possible.
"Christine," he said. "Dear Christine, I am going with my Uncle Ballister to the United States. We intend to see both the northern and southern states, and in California shall doubtless find the ways and means to cross over to China and j.a.pan, and at Hongkong get pa.s.sage for India, and then----"
"And then whar next?"
"Through Europe to England. I dare say the journey will take us a whole year."
"Mair likely twa or even three years. Whatna for are you going?"
"Because my uncle is going, and he is set on having me with him."
"I wouldn"t wonder. Maybe he is going just for your sake. Weel I hope you"ll hae a brawly fine time, and come hame the better for it."
"I cannot tell how I am to do without seeing you, for a whole year."
"Folk get used to doing without, vera easy, if the want isn"t siller.
Love isna a necessity."
"O, but it is! Dear Christine, it is the great necessity."
"Weel, I"m not believing it."
Then they were at the foot of the hill on which Ruleson"s house stood, and Christine said, "Your carriage is waiting for you, Angus, and you be to bid me good night, here. I would rather rin up the hill by mysel", and nae doubt the puir horses are weary standin" sae lang. Sae good night, and good-by, laddie!"
"I shall not leave you, Christine, until I have seen you safely home."
"I am at hame here. This is Ruleson"s hill, and feyther and mither are waiting up for me."
A few imperative words from Angus put a stop to the dispute, and he climbed the hill with her. He went as slowly as possible, and told her at every step how beautiful she was, and how entirely he loved her.
But Christine was not responsive, and in spite of his eloquent tenderness, they felt the chill of their first disagreement. When they came in sight of the house, they saw that it was dimly lit, and Christine stood still, and once more bade him good-by.
Angus clasped both her hands in his. "My love! My love!" he said. "If I spoke cross, forgive me."
"I hae naething to forgive. I owe you for mair pleasure and happiness, than I can ever return."
"Give me one kiss of love and forgiveness, Christine. Then I will know you love Angus"--and he tried gently to draw her closer to him. "Just one kiss, darling."