"His sublimest burst," Waster Lunny came back to tell me, "was about the beauty o" the soul being everything and the beauty o" the face no worth a snuff. What a scorn he has for bonny faces and toom souls! I dinna deny but what a bonny face fell takes me, but Mr. Dishart wouldna gie a blade o" gra.s.s for"t. Ay, and I used to think that in their foolishness about women there was dagont little differ atween the unlearned and the highly edicated."
The gossip about Gavin brought hitherto to the school-house had been as bread to me, but this I did not like. For a minister to behave thus was as unsettling to us as a change of Government to Londoners, and I decided to give my scholars a holiday on the morrow and tramp into the town for fuller news. But all through the night it snowed, and next day, and then intermittently for many days, and every fall took the school miles farther away from Thrums. Birse and the crows had now the glen road to themselves, and even Birse had twice or thrice to bed with me. At these times had he not been so interested in describing his progress through the snow, maintaining that the crying want of our glen road was palings for postmen to kick their feet against, he must have wondered why I always turned the talk to the Auld Licht minister.
"Ony explanation o" his sudden change o" texts?" Birse said, repeating my question. "Tod, and there is and to spare, for I hear tell there"s saxteen explanations in the Tenements alone. As Tammas Haggart says, that"s a blessing, for if there had just been twa explanations the kirk micht hae split on them."
"Ay," he said at another time, "twa or three even dared to question the minister, but I"m thinking they made nothing o"t. The majority agrees that he was just inspired to change his text. But Lang Tammas is dour. Tammas telled the session a queer thing. He says that after the diet o" worship on that eventful afternoon Mr. Dishart carried the Bible out o" the pulpit instead o" leaving that duty as usual to the kirk-officer. Weel, Tammas, being precentor, has a richt, as you ken, to leave the kirk by the session-house door, just like the minister himsel". He did so that afternoon, and what, think you, did he see? He saw Mr. Dishart tearing a page out o" the Bible, and flinging it savagely into the session-house fire. You dinna credit it? Weel, it"s staggering, but there"s Hendry Munn"s evidence too. Hendry took his first chance o" looking up Ezra in the minister"s Bible, and, behold, the page wi" the eighth chapter was gone. Them that thinks Tammas wasna blind wi" excitement hauds it had been Ezra eighth that gaed into the fire. Onyway, there"s no doubt about the page"s being missing, for whatever excitement Tammas was in, Hendry was as cool as ever."
A week later Birse told me that the congregation had decided to regard the incident as adding l.u.s.tre to their kirk. This was largely, I fear, because it could then be used to belittle the Established minister.
That fervent Auld Licht, Snecky Hobart, feeling that Gavin"s action was unsound, had gone on the following Sabbath to the parish kirk and sat under Mr. Duthie. But Mr. Duthie was a close reader, so that Snecky flung himself about in his pew in misery. The minister concluded his sermon with these words: "But on this subject I will say no more at present." "Because you canna," Snecky roared, and strutted out of the church. Comparing the two scenes, it is obvious that the Auld Lichts had won a victory. After preaching impromptu for an hour and twenty-five minutes, it could never be said of Gavin that he needed to read. He became more popular than ever. Yet the change of texts was not forgotten. If in the future any other indictments were brought against him, it would certainly be pinned to them.
I marvelled long over Gavin"s jump from Ezra to Genesis, and at this his first philippic against Woman, but I have known the cause for many a year. The Bible was the one that had lain on the summer-seat while the Egyptian hid there. It was the great pulpit Bible which remains in the church as a rule, but Gavin had taken it home the previous day to make some of its loose pages secure with paste. He had studied from it on the day preceding the riot, but had used a small Bible during the rest of the week. When he turned in the pulpit to Ezra, where he had left the large Bible open in the summer-seat, he found this scrawled across chapter eight:--
"I will never tell who flung the clod at Captain Halliwell. But why did you fling it? I will never tell that you allowed me to be called Mrs. Dishart before witnesses. But is not this a Scotch marriage?
Signed, Babbie the Egyptian."
Chapter Eleven.
TELLS IN A WHISPER OF MAN"S FALL DURING THE CURLING SEASON.
No snow could be seen in Thrums by the beginning of the year, though clods of it lay in Waster Lunny"s fields, where his hens wandered all day as if looking for something they had dropped. A black frost had set in, and one walking on the glen road could imagine that through the cracks in it he saw a loch glistening. From my door I could hear the roar of curling stones at Rashie-bog, which is almost four miles nearer Thrums. On the day I am recalling, I see that I only made one entry in my diary, "At last bought Waster Lunny"s bantams." Well do I remember the transaction, and no wonder, for I had all but bought the bantams every day for a six months.
About noon the doctor"s dogcart was observed by all the Tenements standing at the Auld Licht manse. The various surmises were wrong.
Margaret had not been suddenly taken ill; Jean had not swallowed a darning-needle; the minister had not walked out at his study window in a moment of sublime thought. Gavin stepped into the dogcart, which at once drove off in the direction of Rashie-bog, but equally in error were those who said that the doctor was making a curler of him.
There was, however, ground for gossip; for Thrums folk seldom called in a doctor until it was too late to cure them, and McQueen was not the man to pay social visits. Of his skill we knew fearsome stories, as that, by looking at Archie Allardyce, who had come to broken bones on a ladder, he discovered which rung Archie fell from. When he entered a stuffy room he would poke his staff through the window to let in fresh air, and then fling down a shilling to pay for the breakage. He was deaf in the right ear, and therefore usually took the left side of prosy people, thus, as he explained, making a blessing of an affliction. "A pity I don"t hear better?" I have heard him say.
"Not at all. If my misfortune, as you call it, were to be removed, you can"t conceive how I should miss my deaf ear." He was a fine fellow, though brusque, and I never saw him without his pipe until two days before we buried him, which was five-and-twenty years ago come Martinmas.
"We"re all quite weel," Jean said apprehensively as she answered his knock on the manse door, and she tried to be pleasant, too, for well she knew that, if a doctor willed it, she could have fever in five minutes.
"Ay, Jean, I"ll soon alter that," he replied ferociously. "Is the master in?"
"He"s at his sermon," Jean said with importance.
To interrupt the minister at such a moment seemed sacrilege to her, for her up-bringing had been good. Her mother had once fainted in the church, but though the family"s distress was great, they neither bore her out, nor signed to the kirk-officer to bring water. They propped her up in the pew in a respectful att.i.tude, joining in the singing meanwhile, and she recovered in time to look up 2nd Chronicles, 21st and 7th.
"Tell him I want to speak to him at the door," said the doctor fiercely, "or I"ll bleed you this minute."
McQueen would not enter, because his horse might have seized the opportunity to return stablewards. At the houses where it was accustomed to stop, it drew up of its own accord, knowing where the Doctor"s "cases" were as well as himself, but it resented new patients.
"You like misery, I think, Mr. Dishart," McQueen said when Gavin came to him, "at least I am always finding you in the thick of it, and that is why I am here now. I have a rare job for you if you will jump into the machine. You know Nanny Webster, who lives on the edge of Windyghoul? No, you don"t, for she belongs to the other kirk. Well, at all events, you knew her brother, Sanders, the mole-catcher?"
"I remember him. You mean the man who boasted so much about seeing a ball at Lord Rintoul"s place?"
"The same, and, as you may know, his boasting about maltreating policemen whom he never saw led to his being sentenced to nine months in gaol lately."
"That is the man," said Gavin. "I never liked him."
"No, but his sister did," McQueen answered, drily, "and with reason, for he was her breadwinner, and now she is starving."
"Anything I can give her----"
"Would be too little, sir."
"But the neighbours----"
"She has few near her, and though the Thrums poor help each other bravely, they are at present nigh as needy as herself. Nanny is coming to the poorhouse, Mr. Dishart."
"G.o.d help her!" exclaimed Gavin.
"Nonsense," said the doctor, trying to make himself a hard man. "She will be properly looked after there, and--and in time she will like it."
"Don"t let my mother hear you speaking of taking an old woman to that place," Gavin said, looking anxiously up the stair. I cannot pretend that Margaret never listened.
"You all speak as if the poorhouse was a gaol," the doctor said testily. "But so far as Nanny is concerned, everything is arranged. I promised to drive her to the poorhouse to-day, and she is waiting for me now. Don"t look at me as if I was a brute. She is to take some of her things with her to the poorhouse and the rest is to be left until Sanders"s return, when she may rejoin him. At least we said that to her to comfort her."
"You want me to go with you?"
"Yes, though I warn you it may be a distressing scene; indeed, the truth is that I am loth to face Nanny alone to-day. Mr. Duthie should have accompanied me, for the Websters are Established Kirk; ay, and so he would if Rashie-bog had not been bearing. A terrible snare this curling, Mr. Dishart"--here the doctor sighed--"I have known Mr.
Duthie wait until midnight struck on Sabbath and then be off to Rashie-bog with a torch."
"I will go with you," Gavin said, putting on his coat.
"Jump in then. You won"t smoke? I never see a respectable man not smoking, sir, but I feel indignant with him for such sheer waste of time."
Gavin smiled at this, and Snecky Hobart, who happened to be keeking over the manse d.y.k.e, bore the news to the Tenements.
"I"ll no sleep the nicht," Snecky said, "for wondering what made the minister lauch. Ay, it would be no trifle."
A minister, it is certain, who wore a smile on his face would never have been called to the Auld Licht kirk, for life is a wrestle with the devil, and only the frivolous think to throw him without taking off their coats. Yet, though Gavin"s zeal was what the congregation reverenced, many loved him privately for his boyishness. He could unbend at marriages, of which he had six on the last day of the year, and at every one of them he joked (the same joke) like a layman. Some did not approve of his playing at the teetotum for ten minutes with Kitty Dundas"s invalid son, but the way Kitty boasted about it would have disgusted anybody. At the present day there are probably a score of Gavins in Thrums, all called after the little minister, and there is one Gavinia, whom he hesitated to christen. He made humorous remarks (the same remark) about all these children, and his smile as he patted their heads was for thinking over when one"s work was done for the day.
The doctor"s horse clattered up the Backwynd noisily, as if a minister behind made no difference to it. Instead of climbing the Roods, however, the nearest way to Nanny"s, it went westward, which Gavin, in a reverie, did not notice. The truth must be told. The Egyptian was again in his head.
"Have I fallen deaf in the left ear, too?" said the doctor. "I see your lips moving, but I don"t catch a syllable."
Gavin started, coloured, and flung the gypsy out of the trap.
"Why are we not going up the Roods?" he asked.
"Well," said the doctor slowly, "at the top of the Roods there is a stance for circuses, and this old beast of mine won"t pa.s.s it. You know, unless you are behind in the clashes and clavers of Thrums, that I bought her from the manager of a travelling show. She was the horse ("Lightning" they called her) that galloped round the ring at a mile an hour, and so at the top of the Roods she is still unmanageable. She once dragged me to the scene of her former triumphs, and went revolving round it, dragging the machine after her."
"If you had not explained that," said Gavin, "I might have thought that you wanted to pa.s.s by Rashie-bog."
The doctor, indeed, was already standing up to catch a first glimpse of the curlers.
"Well," he admitted, "I might have managed to pa.s.s the circus ring, though what I have told you is true. However, I have not come this way merely to see how the match is going. I want to shame Mr. Duthie for neglecting his duty. It will help me to do mine, for the Lord knows I am finding it hard, with the music of these stones in my ears."