"Na, for I would kiss him withoot askin"--that is, gin he hadna the sense to kiss ME," said Jess frankly.
"Well," said Greatorix, somewhat reluctantly, "I"m sure I wish you joy of your parson. I see now what the canting old hound from the Dullarg Manse meant when he tackled me at the loaning foot. He wanted Winsome for the young whelp."
"I dinna think that," replied Jess; "he disna want him to come aboot here ony mair nor you."
"How do you know that, Jess?"
"Ou, I juist ken."
"Can you find out what Winsome thinks herself?"
"I can that, though she hasna a word to say to me--that am far mair deservin" o" confidence than that muckle peony faced hempie, Meg, that an ill Providence gied me for a sis ter. Her keep a secret?--the wind wad waft it oot o" her." Thus affectionately Jess.
"But how can you find out, then?" persisted the young man, yet unsatisfied.
"Ou fine that," said Jess. "Meg talks in her sleep."
Before Agnew Greatorix leaped on to his horse, which all this time had stood quiet on his bridle-arm, only occasion ally jerking his head as if to ask his master to come away, he took the kiss he had been denied, and rode away laugh ing, but with one cheek much redder than the other, the mark of Jess"s vengeance.
"Ye hae ower muckle conceit an" ower little sense ever to be a richt blackguard," said Jess as he went, "but ye hae the richt intention for the deil"s wark. Ye"ll do the young mistress nae hurt, for she wad never look twice at ye, but I cannot let her get the bonny lad frae Embra"-na, I saw him first, an" first come first served!"
"Where have you been so long," asked her mistress, as she came in.
"Juist drivin" a gilravagin" muckle swine oot o" the or chard!"
replied Jess with some force and truth.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE CUIF BEFORE THE SESSION.
"Called, nominate, summoned to appear, upon this third citation, Alexander Mowdiewort, or Moldieward, to answer for the sin of misca"in" the minister and session o" this parish, and to show cause why he, as a sectary notour, should not demit, depone, and resign his office of grave digger in the kirk-yard of this parish with all the emoluments, benefits, and profits thereto appertaining.--Officer, call Alexander Mowdiewort!"
Thus Jacob Kittle, schoolmaster and session clerk of the parish of Dullarg, when in the kirk itself that reverent though not revered body was met in full convocation. There was presiding the Rev.
Erasmus Teends himself, the minister of the parish, looking like a turkey-c.o.c.k with a crumpled white neckcloth for wattles. He was known in the parish as Mess John, and was full of dignified discourse and excellent taste in the good cheer of the farmers. He was a judge of nowt [cattle], and a connoisseur of black puddings, which he considered to require some Isle of Man brandy to bring out their own proper flavour.
"Alexander Moldieward, Alexander Moldieward!" cried old Snuffy Callum, the parish beadle, going to the door. Then in a lower tone, "Come an" answer for"t, Saunders."
Mowdiewort and a large-boned, grim-faced old woman of fifty-five were close beside the door, but Christie cried past them as if the summoned persons were at the top of the Dullarg Hill at the nearest, and also as if he had not just risen from a long and confidential talk with them.
It was within the black interior of the old kirk that the session met, in the yard of which Saunders Mowdiewort had dug so many graves, and now was to dig no more, unless he appeased the ire of the minister and his elders for an offence against the majesty of their court and moderator.
"Alexander Moldieward!" again cried the old "betheral," very loud, to some one on the top of the Dullarg Hill--then in an ordinary voice, "come awa", Saunders man, you and your mither, an" dinna keep them waitin"--they"re no chancy when they"re keepit."
Saunders and his mother entered.
"Here I am, guid sirs, an" you Mess John," said the grave-digger very respectfully, "an" my mither to answer for me, an" guid een to ye a"."
"Come awa", Mistress Mowdiewort," said the minister. "Ye hae aye been a guid member in full communion. Ye never gaed to a prayer- meetin" or Whig conventicle in yer life. It"s a sad peety that ye couldna keep your flesh an" bluid frae companyin" an" covenantin"
wi" them that lichtly speak o" the kirk."
""Deed, minister, we canna help oor bairns--an" "deed ye can speak till himsel". He is of age--ask him! But gin ye begin to be ower sair on the callant, I"se e"en hae to tak" up the cudgels mysel"."
With this, Mistress Mowdiewort put her hands to the strings of her mutch, to feel that she had not unsettled them; then she stood with arms akimbo and her chest well forward like a grenadier, as if daring the session to do its worst.
"I have a word with you," said Mess John, lowering at her; "it is told to me that yon keepit your son back from answering the session when it was his bounden duty to appear on the first summons. Indeed, it is only on a warrant for blasphemy and the threat of deprivation of his liveli hood that he has come to-day.
What have you to say that he should not be deprived and also declarit excommunicate?"
"Weel, savin" yer presence, Mess John," said Mistress Mowdiewort, "ye see the way o"t is this: Saunders, my son, is a blate [shy]
man, an" he canna weel speak for him sel". I thought that by this time the craiter micht hae gotten a wife again that could hae spoken for him, an" had he been worth the weight o" a b.u.mbee"s hind leg he wad hae had her or this--an" a better yin nor the last he got. Aye, but a sair trouble she was to me; she had juist yae faut, Saunders"s first wife, an" that was she was nae use ava! But it was a guid thing he was grave-digger, for he got her buriet for naething, an" even the coffin was what ye micht ca" a second-hand yin--though it had never been worn, which was a wunnerfu" thing.
Ye see the way o"t was this: There was Creeshy Callum, the brither o" yer doit.i.t [stupid] auld betheral here, that canna tak" up the buiks as they should (ye should see my Saunders tak" them up at the Marrow kirk)--"
"Woman," said the minister, "we dinna want to hear--"
"Very likely no--but ye hae gien me permission to speak, an" her that"s stannin afore yer honourable coort, brawly kens the laws.
Elspeth Mowdiewort didna soop yer kirk an wait till yer session meetings war ower for thirty year in my ain man"s time withoot kennin" a" the laws. A keyhole"s a most amazin" convenient thing by whiles, an" I was suppler in gettin" up aff my hunkers then than at the present time."
"Silence, senseless woman!" said the session clerk.
"I"ll silence nane, Jacob Kittle; silence yersel", for I ken what"s in the third volume o" the kirk records at the thirty second page; an" gin ye dinna haud yer wheesht, dominie, ilka wife in the pairish"ll ken as weel as me. A bonny yin you to sit c.o.c.kin" there, an" to be learnin" a" the bairns their caritches [catechism]."
The session let her go her way; her son meantime stood pa.s.sing an apologetic hand over his sleek hair, and making deprecatory motions to the minister, when he thought that his mother was not looking in his direction.
"Aye, I was speakin" aboot Creeshy Callum"s coffin that oor Saunders--the muckle tongueless sumph there got dirt cheap--ye see Greeshy had been measured for"t, but, as he had a short leg and a shorter, the joiner measured the wrang leg--joiners are a" dottle stupid bodies--an" whan the time cam" for Creeshy to be streekit, man, he wadna fit--na, it maun hae been a sair disappointment till him--that is to say--gin he war in the place whaur he could think wi" ony content on his coffin, an" that, judgin" by his life an" conversation, was far frae bein" a certainty."
"Mistress Mowdiewort, I hae aye respect.i.t ye, an" we are a"
willin" to hear ye noo, if you have onything to say for your son, but you must make no insinuations against any members of the court, or I shall be compelled to call the officer to put you out," said the minister, rising impressively with his hand stretched towards Mistress Elspeth Mowdiewort.
But Elspeth Mowdiewort was far from being impressed.
"Pit me oot, Snuffy Oallum; pit me, Eppie Mowdiewort, oot! Na, na, Snuffy"s maybe no very wise, but he kens better nor that. Man, Maister Teends, I hae kenned the hale root an" stock o" thae Callums frae first to last; I hae dung Greeshy till he couldna stand--him that had to be twice fitted for his coffin; an" Wull that was hangit at Dumfries for sheep-stealin"; an" Meg that was servant till yersel--aye, an" a bonny piece she was as ye ken yersel"; an" this auld donnert carle that, when he carries up the Bibles, ye can hear the rattlin" o" his banes, till it disturbs the congregation--I hae dung them a" heeds ower heels in their best days--an" to tell me at the hinner end that ye wad ca" in the betheral to pit oot Elspeth Mowdiewort! Ye maun surely hae an awsome ill wull at the puir auld craitur!"
"Mither," at last said Saunders, who was becoming anxious for his grave-diggership, and did not wish to incense his judges further, "I"m willin" to confess that I had a drap ower muckle the ither night when I met in wi" the minister an" the dominie; but, gin I confess it, ye"ll no gar me sit on the muckle black stool i"
repentance afore a" the fowk, an" me carries up the buiks i" the Marrow kirk."
"Alexander Mowdiewort, ye spak ill o" the minister an" session, o"
the kirk an" the wholesome order o" this parish. We have a warrant for your apprehension and appearance which we might, unless moved by penitence and dutiful submission, put in force. Then are ye aware whaur that wad land you--i" the jail in Kirkcudbright toon, my man Saunders."
But still it was the dread disgrace of the stool of repentance that bulked most largely in the culprit"s imagination.
"Na, na," interjected Mistress Mowdiewort, "nae siccan things for ony bairns o" mine. Nae son o" mine sall ever set his hurdies on the like o"t."
"Be silent, woman!" said the minister severely; "them that will to black stool maun to black stool. Rebukit an" chastised is the law an" order, and rebukit and chastised shall your son be as weel as ithers."
""Deed, yer nae sae fond o" rebukin" the great an" the rich.