""Harry"s worse than I am, sir," ses Dan; "it"s only his kind heart that makes him say that."
""It don"t matter which is fust," ses the mate, filling a tablespoon with it, "there"s plenty for all. Now, Harry."
""Take it," ses the skipper.
"Harry took it, an" the fuss he made you"d ha" thought he was swallering a football. It stuck all round his mouth, and he carried on so dredful that the other invalids was half sick afore it came to them.
"By the time the other three "ad "ad theirs it was as good as a pantermine, an" the mate corked the bottle up, and went an" sat down on a locker while they tried to rinse their mouths out with the luxuries which had been given "em.
""How do you feel?" ses the skipper.
""I"m dying," ses Dan.
""So"m I," ses Harry; "I b"leeve the mate"s pisoned us."
"The skipper looks over at the mate very stern an" shakes his "ed slowly.
""It"s all right," ses the mate. "It"s always like that the first dozen or so doses."
""Dozen or so doses!" ses old Dan, in a faraway voice.
""It has to be taken every twenty minutes," ses the mate, pulling out his pipe and lighting it; an" the four men groaned all together.
""I can"t allow it," ses the skipper, "I can"t allow it. Men"s lives mustn"t be sacrificed for an experiment."
"""Tain"t a experiment," ses the mate very indignant, "it"s an old family medicine."
""Well, they shan"t have any more," ses the skipper firmly.
""Look here," ses the mate. "If I kill any one o" these men, I"ll give you twenty pound. Honor bright, I will."
""Make it twenty-five," ses the skipper, considering.
""Very good," ses the mate. "Twenty-five; I can"t say no fairer than that, can I? It"s about time for another dose now."
"He gave "em another tablespoonful all round as the skipper left, an"
the chaps what wasn"t invalids nearly bust with joy. He wouldn"t let "em have anything to take the taste out, "cos he said it didn"t give the medicine a chance, an" he told us other chaps to remove the temptation, an" you bet we did.
"After the fifth dose, the invalids began to get desperate, an" when they heard they"d got to be woke up every twenty minutes through the night to take the stuff, they sort o" give up. Old Dan said he felt a gentle glow stealing over him and strengthening him, and Harry said that it felt like a healing balm to his lungs. All of "em agreed it was a wonderful sort o" medicine, an" arter the sixth dose the man with paralysis dashed up on deck, and ran up the rigging like a cat. He sat there for hours spitting, an" swore he"d brain anybody who interrupted him, an" arter a little while Mike Rafferty went up and j"ined him, an"
if the fust mate"s ears didn"t burn by reason of the things them two pore sufferers said about "im, they ought to.
"They was all doing full work next day, an" though, o" course, the skipper saw how he"d been done, he didn"t allude to it. Not in words, that is; but when a man tries to make four chaps do the work of eight, an" hits "em when they don"t, it"s a easy job to see where the shoe pinches."
THE STICKIT MINISTER
By S. R. CROCKETT
THE RENUNCIATION OP ROBERT FRASER, FORMERLY STUDENT IN DIVINITY
The crows were wheeling behind the plough in scattering cl.u.s.ters, and plumping singly upon the soft, thick grubs which the ploughshare was turning out upon an unkindly world. It was a bask blowy day in the end of March, and there was a hint of storm in the air--a hint emphasised for those skilled in weather lore by the presence of half a dozen sea-gulls, white vagrants among the black coats, blown by the south wind up from the Solway--a snell, Scotch, but not unfriendly day altogether. Robert Fraser bent to the plough handles, and cast a keen and wary eye towards his guide posts on the ridge. His face was colourless, even when a dash of rain came swirling across from the crest of Ben Gairn, whose steep bulk heaved itself a blue haystack above the level horizon of the moorland. He was dressed like any other ploughman of the south uplands--rough homespun much the worse for wear, and leggings the colour of the red soil which he was reversing with the share of his plough. Yet there was that about Robert Fraser which marked him no common man. When he paused at the top of the ascent, and stood with his back against the horns of the plough, the countryman"s legacy from Adam of the Mattock, he pushed back his weatherbeaten straw hat with a characteristic gesture, and showed a white forehead with blue veins channelling it--a damp, heavy lock of black hair clinging to it as in Severn"s picture of John Keats on his deathbed. Robert Fraser saw a couple of black specks which moved smoothly and evenly along the top of the distant d.y.k.e of the highway. He stood still for a moment or two watching them. As they came nearer, they resolved themselves into a smart young man sitting in a well-equipped gig drawn by a showily-actioned hone, and driven by a man in livery. As they pa.s.sed rapidly along the road the hand of the young man appeared in a careless wave of recognition over the stone d.y.k.e, and Robert Fraser lifted his slack reins in staid acknowledgment. It was more than a year since the brothers had looked each other so nearly in the eyes. They were Dr.
Henry Fraser, the rising physician of Carn Edward, and his elder brother Robert, once Student of Divinity at Edinburgh College, whom three parishes knew as "The Stickit Minister."
When Robert Fraser stabled his horses that night and went into his supper, he was not surprised to find his friend, Saunders M"Quhirr of Drumquhat, sitting by the peat fire in the "room." Almost the only thing which distinguished the Stickit Minister from the other small farmers of the parish of Dullarg was the fact that he always sat in the evening by himself ben the hoose, and did not use the kitchen in common with his housekeeper and herd boy, save only at meal-times. Robert had taken to Saunders ever since--the back of his ambition broken--he had settled down to the farm, and he welcomed him with shy cordiality.
"You"ll take a cup of tea, Saunders?" he asked.
"Thank ye, Robert, I wadna be waur o"t," returned his friend.
"I saw your brither the day," said Saunders M"Quhirr, after the tea-cups had been cleared away, and the silent housekeeper had replaced the books upon the table. Saunders picked a couple of them up, and, having adjusted his gla.s.ses, he read the t.i.tles--Milton"s Works, and a volume of a translation of Dorner"s Person of Christ.
"I saw yer brither the day; he maun be gettin" a big practice!"
"Ay!" said Robert Fraser, very thoughtfully.
Saunders M"Quhirr glanced up quickly. It was, of course, natural that the unsuccessful elder brother should envy the prosperous younger, but he had thought that Robert Fraser was living on a different plane. It was one of the few things that the friends had never spoken of, though every one knew why Dr. Fraser did not visit his brother"s little farm.
"He"s gettin" in wi" the big fowk noo, an" thinks maybe that his brither wad do him nae credit." That was the way the clash of the country-side explained the matter.
"I never told you how I came to leave the college, Saunders," said the younger man, resting his brow on a hand that even the horn of the plough could not make other than diaphanous.
"No," said Saunders quietly, with a tender gleam coming into the humorsome kindly eyes that lurked under their bushy tussocks of grey eyebrow. Saunders"s humour lay near the Fountain of Tears.
"No," continued Robert Fraser, "I have not spoken of it to so many; but you"ve been a good frien" to me, Saunders, and I think you should hear it. I have not tried to set myself right with folks in the general, but I would like to let you see clearly before I go my ways to Him who seeth from the beginning."
"Hear till him," said Saunders; "man, yer hoast is no" near as sair as it was i" the back-end. Ye"ll be here lang efter me; but lang or short, weel do ye ken, Robert Fraser, that ye need not to pit yersel"
richt wi" me. Hae I no" kenned ye sins ye war the sic o" twa scrubbers?"
"I thank you, Saunders," said Robert, "but I am well aware that I"m to die this year. No, no, not a word. It is the Lord"s will! It"s mair than seven year now since I first kenned that my days were to be few.
It was the year my faither died, and left Harry and me by our lane.
"He left no siller to speak of, just plenty to lay him decently in the kirkyard among his forebears. I had been a year at the Divinity Hall then, and was going up to put in my discourses for the next session. I had been troubled with my breast for some time, and so called one day at the infirmary to get a word with Sir James. He was very busy when I went in, and never noticed me till the hoast took me. Then on a sudden he looked up from his papers, came quickly over to me, put his own white handkerchief to my mouth, and quietly said, "Come into my room, laddie!" Ay, he was a good man and a faithful, Sir James, if ever there was one. He told me that with care I might live five or six years, but it would need great care. Then a strange p.r.i.c.kly coldness came over me, and I seemed to walk light-headed in an atmosphere suddenly rarefied. I think I know now how the mouse feels under the air-pump."
"What"s that?" queried Saunders.
"A cruel ploy not worth speaking of," continued the Stickit Minister.
"Well, I found something in my throat when I tried to thank him. But I came my ways home to the Dullarg, and night and day I considered what was to be done, with so much to do and so little time to do it. It was clear that both Harry and me could not gang through the college on the little my faither had left. So late one night I saw my way clear to what I should do. Harry must go, I must stay. I must come home to the farm, and be my own "man"; then I could send Harry to the college to be a doctor, for he had no call to the ministry as once I thought I had.
More than that, It was laid on me to tell Jessie London that Robert Fraser was no better than a machine set to go five year.
"Now all these things I did, Saunders, but there"s no use telling you what they cost in the doing. They were right to do, and they were done. I do not repent any of them. I would do them all over again were they to do, but it"s been bitterer than I thought."
The Stickit Minister took his head off his hand and leaned wearily back in his chair.
"The story went over the country that I had failed in my examinations, and I never said that I had not. But there were some that knew better who might have contradicted the report if they had liked. I settled down to the farm, and I put Harry through the college, sending all but a bare living to him in Edinburgh. I worked the work of the farm, rain and shine, ever since, and have been for these six years the "stickit minister" that all the world kens the day. Whiles Harry did not think that he got enough. He was always writing for more, and not so very pleased when he did not get it. He was aye different to me, ye ken, Saunders, and he canna be judged by the same standard as you and me."
"I ken," said Saunders M"Quhirr, a spark of light lying in the quiet of his eyes.