"Weel, Mr Swanston, I have no objections to sign my name, if, as you say, that be all that is in it, and if my doing so will be of service to you."
"He grasped hold o" my hand wi" both o" his, and he squeezed it until I thought he would have caused the blood to start from my finger ends.
""Mr Middlemiss," said he, "I shall never be able to repay you for this act o" kindness. I will feel it in my heart the longest day I have to live."
"I was struck with his agitation; in fact, I was very much put about. For even a tear upon the face o" a woman distresses me beyond the power o"
words to describe; but to see the salt water on the cheeks of a man indicates that there is something dreadfully ill at ease about the heart.
And really the tears ran down his face as if he had been a truant school-laddie that had been chastised by his master.
""There is no occasion for thanks, Mr Swanston," said I--"none in the world; for the man would be worse than a heathen, that wouldna be ready to do ten times more."
"Weel, he grasped my hand the harder, and he shook it more fervently, saying--"O, sir! sir!--a friend in need is a friend indeed; and such ye have proved to be--and I shall remember it."
"That very night we went to a public-house, and we had two half-mutchkins together; in the course of drinking which, he got out a stamped paper, and after writing something on it, which I was hardly in a condition to read, (for my head can stand very little,) he handed it to me, and pointed with his finger where I was to put my name upon the back o"t. So I took the pen and wrote my name--after which, we had a parting gill, and were both very comfortable.
"When I went home, Nancy perceiving me to be rather sprung, and my een no as they ought to be, said to me--"Where have you been, Nicholas, until this time o" nicht?"
""Touts!" said, I, "what need ye mind? It is a hard maiter that a body canna stir out owre the door but ye maun ask--"where hae ye been?" I"m my own maister, I suppose--at least after business hours."
""No doubt o" that, Nicholas," said she; "but while ye are your own maister, ye are also my husband, and the faither o" my family, and it behoves me to look after ye."
""Look after yoursel"!" said I, quite pettedly--"for I am always very high and independent when I take a gla.s.s extra--ye wouldna tak me to be a simple man then."
""There is no use in throwing yoursel" into a rage, added she; "for ye ken as weel as me, Nicholas, that ye never take a gla.s.s more than ye ought to do, but ye invariably make a fool o" yoursel" by what ye say or do, and somebody or ither imposes on ye. And ye are so vexed with yoursel" the next day, that there is nae living in the house wi" ye. Ye wreak a" the shame and ill-nature that ye feel on account o" your conduct upon us."
""Nancy!" cried I, striking my hand upon the table, as though I had been an emperor, "what in the name o" wonder do ye mean? Who imposes upon me?--who dare?--tell me that!--I say tell me that?" And I struck my hand upon the table again.
""Owre mony impose upon ye, my man," quoth she; "and I hope naebody has been doing it the night, for I never saw ye come hame in this key, but that somebody had got ye to do something that ye was to repent afterwards."
""Confound ye, Nancy!" cried I, very importantly whipping up the tails o"
my coat in a pa.s.sion, and turning my back to the fire, while I gied a sort o" stagger, and my head knocked against the chimley piece--"confound ye, Nancy, I say, what do ye mean? Simple man as ye ca" me, and as ye tak me to be, do ye think that I am to come home to get naething but a dish o"
tongues from you! Bring me my supper."
""Oh, certainly, ye shall have your supper," said she, "if ye can eat it--only I think that your bed is the fittest place for ye. O man," added she in a lower tone, half speaking to hersel, "but ye"ll be sorry for this the morn."
""What the mischief are ye muttering at?" cried I--"get me my supper."
""Oh, ye shall have that," said she very calmly, for she was, and is, a quiet woman, and one that would put up with a great deal, rather than allow her voice to be heard by her neighbours.
"My head was in a queer state the next day; for ye see I had as good as five gla.s.ses, and I never could properly stand above two. I was quite ashamed to look my wife in the face, and I was so certain that I had been guilty o" some absurdity or other, that my cheeks burned just under the dread o" its being mentioned to me. Neither could I drive the idea of having put my name upon the back of the bill from my mind. I was conscious that I had done wrong. Yet, thought I, Mr Swanston is a very decent man; he is a very respectable man; he has always borne an excellent character; and is considered a good man, both amongst men o" business and in society--therefore, I have nothing to apprehend. I, according to his own confession, did him a good turn, and I could in no way implicate myself in his transactions by merely putting my name upon the back o" a bit o" paper, to oblige him. So I thought within myself, and I became perfectly satisfied that I had done a good action, without in the slightest degree injuring my family.
"But just exactly six months and three days afterwards, a clerk belonging to a branch o" the Commercial Bank called upon me, and, after making his bow, said he--"Mr Middlemiss, I have a bill to present to you."
""A bill!" said I, "what sort o" a bill, sir? Is it an auctioneer"s, for a roup o" furniture or a sale o" stock?"
"He laughed quite good-natured like in my face, and pulling out the bit stamped paper that I had been madman enough to sign my name upon the back o"--"It is that, sir," said he.
""That!" cried I; "what in the earthly globe have I to do wi" that? It is Mr Swanston"s business--not mine. I only put my name upon the back o"t to _oblige_ him. Why do ye bring it to me?"
""You are responsible, sir," said the clerk.
""Responsible! the meikle mischief!" I exclaimed; "what am I responsible for, sir?--I only put my name doun to oblige him, I tell ye! For what am I responsible?"
""For three hundred pounds, and legal interest for six months," said my unwelcome visiter, wi" a face that shewed as little concern for the calamity in which, through mere simplicity and goodness of heart, I was involved, as if he had ordered me to take a pipe, and blow three hundred soap-bubbles!
""Oh! lack-o"-me!" cried I, "is that possible? Is Mr Swanston sic a villain? I am ruined--I am clean ruined. Who in all the world will tell Nancy?"
"But that I found was a question that I did not need to ask; for she kenned almost as soon as I did mysel".
"I need not say that I had the three hundred pounds, ineerest and all, plack and farthing, to pay; though, by my folly and simplicity, I had brought my wife and family to the verge o" ruin, she never was the woman to fling my silly conduct in my teeth; and all that she ever did say to me upon the subject, was--"Weel, Nicholas, this is the first o" your bill transactions, or o" your being caution for onybody, and I trust it has proved such a lesson as I hope ye will never need another."
""O Nancy, woman!" cried I, "dinna speak to me! for I could knock my brains oot! I am the greatest simpleton upon the face o" the earth."
"Now, that was one instance o" my simple conduct and its consequences, and I will just relate to you another or two. I had bought some ninety pounds worth o" flax from a merchant in Glasgow, for which I was to receive six months" credit. Weel, he came round for his money at the appointed time, and I paid him accordingly, and got a line off his hand in acknowledgment.
On that very day, and just about an hour after he had left, Nancy says to me--"Nicholas, I dinna owre and aboon like that man that ye hae been dealing wi" the day. He has owre muckle gab, and sc.r.a.ping, and bowing for me. I wish he may be honest. Have ye got a receipt from him?"
""Certainly," says I; "do ye think I would pay onybody money without one?"
""And I hope it is on a stamp," said she.
""A stamp!" quoth I--"a stamp!--hoots, woman! I wonder to see ye so suspicious. Ye dinna tak a" the world to be rogues?"
""No," said she, "I do not, and I should be sorry if I did; but if ye hae taken a receipt from him without a stamp, ye are a simple man--that is all that I say."
"A simple man!" cried I; "gracious! what does the woman mean? Ye are for ever saying that I am simple this, and simple that! I wish that ye would explain yoursel, and say what ye wish to be after! Where, or how am I simple?"
""It"s not been one lesson that you"ve had, Nicholas," said she, "nor ten, nor twenty either, but it is every week, I may say every day, wi" ye. There is perpetually some person or another showing ye that the "simple man is the beggar"s brother," and ye canna see it, or ye winna regard it. But ye will, perhaps, be brought to think on"t, when neither your bairns nor me have a stool to sit upon."
""Woman!" exclaimed I, "flesh and blood cannot stand your tongue! Ye would exasperate the patience o" Job! What is it that ye wish to be after?--what would ye have me to do?"
""Oh, it is o" nae use getting into a pa.s.sion about it," said she, "for that winna mend the matter. But there is only this in it, Nicholas: I would have ye to be as sharp in your dealings in the world, as ye are wi" me when I happen to speak a word to ye for your good."
"There was so much truth in what she said, and she always spoke in such a calm, good-natured manner that it was impossible to continue to be in a pa.s.sion wi" her. So I said no more about the subject; but I thought to mysel", that, as I knew very little about the man I had dealt with, it would hae been quite as safe to have had the receipt upon a stamp.
"A few months afterwards, I saw his name amongst the list o" bankrupts; and to my very great astonishment, I received a letter from a writer, demanding payment from me o" the ninety pounds for the flax which I had already paid.
""The thing is unreasonable a"thegither," said I; "here is a man that hasna paid once himself, and he would come upon me to pay twice! But I"ll see him far enough first!"
"I paid no attention to the letter, and I was summoned to appear before the writer, and three men that were called the trustees to the bankrupt"s estate. (Dear kens where the estate lay.)
""Sir," said they to me, as haughtily as if I had been a criminal before them; "wherefore do ye refuse to pay the ninety pounds?"
""For the best o" a" reasons, gentlemen," said I, very civilly; "and that simply is, because I have paid it already."
""What proof can you show for that!" asked the writer.
""Proof, sir," said I--"here is a line off the man"s own hand, acknowledging the payment o" every farthing o" the money."