"The warst o" "t is," continued Donal, "I canna weel shaw mysel"
wantin" shune. I hae a pair i" my kist, an" anither upo" my back,--but nane for my feet."
"There"s sutors enew," said the innkeeper.
"Weel we"ll see as we gang. I want a word wi" the minister. Wad ye direc" me to the manse?"
"He"s frae hame. But it"s o" sma" consequence; he disna care aboot tramps, honest man! He winna waur muckle upo" the likes o" you."
The landlord was recovering himself--therefore his insolence.
Donal gave a laugh. Those who are content with what they are, have the less concern about what they seem. The ambitious like to be taken for more than they are, and may well be annoyed when they are taken for less.
"I"m thinkin" ye wadna waur muckle on a tramp aither!" he said.
"I wad not," answered Glumm. "It"s the pairt o" the honest to disc.o.o.ntenance lawlessness."
"Ye wadna hang the puir craturs, wad ye?" asked Donal.
"I wad hang a wheen mair o" them."
"For no haein" a hoose ower their heads? That"s some hard! What gien ye was ae day to be in want o" ane yersel"!"
"We"ll bide till the day comes.--But what are ye stan"in" there for?
Are ye comin" in, or are ye no?"
"It"s a some cauld welcome!" said Donal. "I s" jist tak a luik aboot afore I mak up my min". A tramp, ye ken, needsna stan" upo" ceremony."
He turned away and walked further along the street.
CHAPTER V.
THE COBBLER.
At the end of the street he came to a low-arched gateway in the middle of a poor-looking house. Within it sat a little bowed man, cobbling diligently at a boot. The sun had left behind him in the west a heap of golden refuse, and cuttings of rose and purple, which shone right in at the archway, and let him see to work. Here was the very man for Donal! A respectable shoemaker would have disdained to patch up the shoes he carried--especially as the owner was in so much need of them.
"It"s a bonny nicht," he said.
"Ye may weel mak the remark, sir!" replied the cobbler without looking up, for a critical st.i.tch occupied him. "It"s a balmy nicht."
"That"s raither a bonny word to put til"t!" returned Donal. "There"s a kin" o" an air aboot the place I wad hardly hae thoucht balmy! But troth it"s no the fau"t o" the nicht!"
"Ye"re richt there also," returned the cobbler--his use of the conjunction impressing Donal. "Still, the weather has to du wi" the smell--wi" the mair or less o" "t, that is. It comes frae a tanneree nearby. It"s no an ill smell to them "at"s used til"t; and ye wad hardly believe me, sir, but I smell the clover throuw "t. Maybe I"m preejudized, seein" but for the tan-pits I couldna weel drive my trade; but sittin" here frae mornin" to nicht, I get a kin" o" a habit o"
luikin" oot for my blessin"s. To recognize an auld blessin" "s "maist better nor to get a new ane. A pair o" shune weel cobblet "s whiles full better nor a new pair."
"They are that," said Donal; "but I dinna jist see hoo yer seemile applies."
"Isna gettin" on a pair o" auld weel-kent an" weel men"it shune, "at winna nip yer feet nor yet shochle, like waukin" up til a blessin" ye hae been haein" for years, only ye didna ken "t for ane?"
As he spoke, the cobbler lifted a little wizened face and a pair of twinkling eyes to those of the student, revealing a soul as original as his own. He was one of the inwardly inseparable, outwardly far divided company of Christian philosophers, among whom individuality as well as patience is free to work its perfect work. In that glance Donal saw a ripe soul looking out of its tent door, ready to rush into the sunshine of the new life.
He stood for a moment lost in eternal regard of the man. He seemed to have known him for ages. The cobbler looked up again.
"Ye"ll be wantin" a han" frae me i" my ain line, I"m thinkin"!" he said, with a kindly nod towards Donal"s shoeless feet.
"Sma" doobt!" returned Donal. "I had scarce start.i.t, but was ower far to gang back, whan the sole o" ae shue cam aff, an" I had to tramp it wi" baith my ain."
"An" ye thankit the Lord for the auld blessin" o" bein" born an"
broucht up wi" soles o" yer ain!"
"To tell the trowth," answered Donal, "I hae sae mony things to be thankfu" for, it"s but sma" won"er I forget mony ane o" them. But noo, an" I thank ye for the exhortation, the Lord"s name be praist "at he gae me feet fit for gangin" upo"!"
He took his shoes from his back, and untying the string that bound them, presented the ailing one to the cobbler.
"That"s what we may ca" deith!" remarked the cobbler, slowly turning the invalided shoe.
"Ay, deith it is," answered Donal; "it"s a sair divorce o" sole an"
body."
"It"s a some auld-farrand joke," said the cobbler, "but the fun intil a thing doesna weir oot ony mair nor the poetry or the trowth intil"t."
"Who will say there was no providence in the loss of my shoe-sole!"
remarked Donal to himself. "Here I am with a friend already!"
The cobbler was submitting the shoes, first the sickly one, now the sound one, to a thorough scrutiny.
"Ye dinna think them worth men"in", I doobt!" said Donal, with a touch of anxiety in his tone.
"I never thoucht that whaur the leather wad haud the steik," replied the cobbler. "But whiles, I confess, I"m jist a wheen tribled to ken hoo to chairge for my wark. It"s no barely to consider the time it"ll tak me to cloot a pair, but what the weirer "s like to git oot o" them.
I canna tak mair nor the job "ill be worth to the weirer. An" yet the waur the shune, an" the less to be made o" them, the mair time they tak to mak them worth onything ava"!"
"Surely ye oucht to be paid in proportion to your labour."
"I" that case I wad whiles hae to say til a puir body "at hadna anither pair i" the warl", "at her ae pair o" shune wasna worth men"in"; an"
that wad be a hertbrak, an" sair feet forby, to sic as couldna, like yersel", sir, gang upo" the Lord"s ain shune."
"But hoo mak ye a livin" that w"y?" suggested Donal.
"Hoots, the maister o" the trade sees to my wauges!"
"An" wha may he be?" asked Donal, well foreseeing the answer.
"He was never cobbler himsel", but he was ance carpenter; an" noo he"s lift.i.t up to be heid o" a" the trades. An" there"s ae thing he canna bide, an" that"s close parin"."
He stopped. But Donal held his peace, waiting; and he went on.
"To them "at maks little, for reasons good, by their neebour, he gies the better wauges whan they gang hame. To them "at maks a" "at they can, he says, "Ye helpit yersel"; help awa"; ye hae yer reward. Only comena near me, for I canna bide ye".--But aboot thae shune o" yours, I dinna weel ken! They"re weel eneuch worth duin" the best I can for them; but the morn"s Sunday, an" what hae ye to put on?"