Next day, and every day, found Peter at the house of Captain Graham; and often as love"s own hour threw its grey mantle over the hills, he was to be seen wandering with the gentle Ann by his side, on the sea-banks, by the beach, and in the unfrequented paths. Again and again, when no eye saw them, and when no ear heard them, he had revealed the fulness of his heart before her; and, in the rapture of the moment, sealed his truth upon her lips; while she, with affection too deep for words, would fling her arm across his shoulder, and hide her face on his breast to conceal the tear of joy and of love.
His parents looked upon Ann as their future daughter; and, with Peter, the course of "true love ran smooth." A farm had been taken in an adjoining parish, on which he was to enter at the following Whitsunday; and, on taking possession of his farm, Ann Graham was to become his bride. Never did exile long more ardently for his native land, than did Peter Paterson for the coming Whitsunday; but, ere it came, the poetical truth was verified, that
"The course of true love _never did_ run smooth."
Contiguous to the farm of Foxlaw, lay the estate of one Laird Horslie--a young gentleman but little known in the neighbourhood; for he had visited it but once, and that only for a few weeks, since it came into his possession. All that was known of him was, that he wrote J.P. after his name--that he was a hard landlord, and had the reputation of spending his rents faster than his factor could forward them to him. To him belonged the farm that had been taken for Peter; and it so happened, that, before the Whitsunday which was to make the latter happy arrived, the laird paid a second visit to his estate. At the kirk, on the Sunday, all eyes were fixed on the young laird. Captain Graham was one of his tenants, and occupied a pew immediately behind the square seat of the squire. But, while all eyes were fixed upon Laird Horslie, he turned his back upon the minister, and gazed, and gazed again, upon the lovely countenance of Ann Graham. All the congregation observed it. Ann blushed and hung her head; but the young squire, with the privilege of a man of property, gazed on unabashed. What was observed by all the rest of the congregation, was not un.o.bserved by Peter. Many, with a questionable expression in their eyes, turned them from the laird, and fixed them upon him. Peter observed this also and his soul was wroth. His face glowed like a furnace; he stood up in his seat, and his teeth were clenched together. His fist was once or twice observed to be clenched also; and he continued scowling on the laird, wishing in his heart for ability to annihilate him with a glance.
Next day, the squire called upon the old skipper, and he praised the beauty of Ann in her own presence, and in the presence of her parents.
But there was nothing particular in this; for he called upon all his tenants, he chatted with them, tasted their bottle, paid compliments to their daughters, and declared that their sons did honour to
"Scotland"s glorious peasantry."
Many began to say, that the laird was "a nice young gentleman"--that he had been "wickedly misca"ed;" and the factor "got the wyte o" a"." His visits to Mr Graham"s cottage, however, were continued day after day; and his attentions to Ann became more and more marked. A keen sportsman himself, he was the implacable enemy of poachers, and had strictly prohibited shooting on his estate; but, to the old skipper, the privilege was granted of shooting when and where he pleased. Instead, therefore, of seeing Peter Paterson and the old seaman in the fields together, it was no uncommon thing to meet the skipper and the squire.
The affection of the former, indeed, had wonderfully cooled towards his intended son-in-law. Peter saw and felt this; and the visits of the squire were wormwood to his spirit. If they did not make him jealous, they rendered him impatient, impetuous, miserable.
He was wandering alone upon the sh.o.r.e, at the hour which Hogg calls "between the gloamin" and the mirk," in one of those impatient, impetuous, and unhappy moods, when he resolved not to live in a state of torture and anxiety until Whitsunday, but to have the sacred knot tied at once.
Having so determined, Peter turned towards Graham"s cottage. He had not proceeded far, when he observed a figure gliding before him on the footpath, leading from the village to the cottage. Darkness was gathering fast, but he at once recognised the form before him to be that of his own Ann. She was not a hundred yards before him, and he hastened forward to overtake her; but, as the proverb has it, there is much between the cup and the lip. A part of the footpath ran through a young plantation, and this plantation Ann Graham was just entering, when observed by Peter. He also had entered the wood, when his progress was arrested for a moment by the sudden sound of voices. It was Ann"s voice, and it reached his ear in tones of anger and reproach; and these were tones so new to him, as proceeding from one whom he regarded as all gentleness and love, that he stood involuntarily still. The words he could not distinguish; but, after halting for an instant, he pushed softly but hastily forward, and heard the voice of the young laird reply--
"A rose-bud in a fury, by the G.o.ddesses!--Nay, frown not, fairest,"
continued he, throwing his arm around her, and adding--
"What pity that so delicate a form Should be devoted to the rude embrace Of some indecent clown!"
Peter heard this, and muttered an oath or an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n which we will not write.
"Sir," said Ann, indignantly, and struggling as she spoke, "if you have the fortune of a gentleman, have, at least, the decency of a man."
"Nay, sweetest; but you, having the beauty of an angel, have the heart of a woman." And he attempted to kiss her cheek.
"Laird Horslie!" shouted Peter, as if an earthquake had burst at the heels of the squire--"hands off!--I say, hands off!"
Now, Peter did not exactly suit the action to the word; for, while he yet exclaimed "hands off!" he, with both hands, clutched the laird by the collar, and hurling him across the path, caused him to roll like a ball at the foot of a tree.
"Fellow!" exclaimed Horslie, furiously, rising on his knee, and rubbing his sores--
"Fellow!" interrupted Peter--"confound ye, sir, dinna _fellow_ me, or there"ll be _fellin_" in the way. You can keep yer farm, and be hanged to ye; and let me tell ye, sir, if ye were ten thousand lairds, if ye dared to lay yer ill-faur"d lips on a sweetheart o" mine, I wad twist yer neck about like a turnip-shaw! Come awa, Annie, love," added he, tenderly, "and be thankfu" I cam in the way."
Before they entered the house, he had obtained her consent to their immediate union; but the acquiescence of the old skipper was still wanting; and when Peter made known his wishes to him--
"Belay," cried the old boy; "not so fast, Master Peter; a craft such as my girl is worth a longer run, lad. Time enough to take her in tow, when you"ve a harbour to moor her in, Master Peter. There may be other cutters upon the coast, too, that will give you a race for her, and that have got what I call _shot_ in their lockers. So you can take in a reef, my lad; and, if you don"t like it, why--helm about--that"s all."
"Captain Graham," said Peter, proudly and earnestly, "I both understand and feel your remarks; and, but for Ann"s sake, I would resent them also. But, sir, you are a faither--you are an affectionate one--dinna be a deluded one. By a side-wind, ye hae flung my poverty in my teeth; but, sir, if I hae poverty, and Laird Horslie riches, I hae loved yer dochter as a man--he seeks to destroy her like a villain."
""Vast, Peter, "vast!" cried the old man; "mind I am Ann"s father--tell me what you mean."
"I mean, sir, that ye hae been hoodwinked," added the other--"that ye hae been flung aff yer guard, and led to the precipice o" the deep, dark sea o" destruction an" disgrace; that a villain has hovered round yer house, like a hawk round a wood-pigeon"s nest, waiting an opportunity to destroy yer peace for ever! Sir, to use a phrase o" yer ain, wad ye behold yer dochter driven a ruined wreck upon the world"s bleak sh.o.r.e, the discarded property o" the lord o" the manor? If ye doubt me, as to the rascal"s intentions, ask Ann hersel."
""Sdeath, Peter, man!" cried the old tar, "do you say that the fellow has tried to make a marine of me?--that a lubber has got the weathergage of Bill Graham? Call in Ann."
Ann entered the room where her father and Peter sat.
"Ann, love," said the old man, "I know you are a true girl; you know Squire Horslie, and you know he comes here for you; now, tell me at once, dear--I say, tell me what you think of him?"
"I think," replied she, bursting into tears--"I _know_ he is a villain!"
"You know it!" returned he; "blow me, have I harboured a shark! What!
the salt water in my girl"s eyes, too! If I thought he had whispered a word in your ear, but the thing that was honourable--hang me! I would warm the puppy"s back with a round dozen with my own hand."
"You have to thank Peter," said she, sobbing, "for rescuing me to-night from his unmanly rudeness."
"What! saved you from his rudeness!--you didn"t tell me that, Peter; well, well, my lad, you have saved an old sailor from being drifted on a rock. There"s my hand--forgive me--get Ann"s, and G.o.d bless you!"
Within three weeks, all was in readiness for the wedding. At Foxlaw, old Betty was, as she said, up to the elbows in preparation, and Robin was almost as happy as his son; for Ann was loved by every one. It was Monday evening, and the wedding was to take place next day. Peter was too much of a sportsman not to have game upon the table at his marriage feast. He took his gun, and went among the fields. He had traversed over the fifty acres of Foxlaw in vain, when, in an adjoining field, the property of his rival, he perceived a full-grown hare holding his circuitous gambols. It was a n.o.ble-looking animal. The temptation was irresistible. He took aim; and the next moment bounded over the low hedge. He was a dead shot; and he had taken up the prize, and was holding it, surveying it before him, when Mr Horslie and his gamekeeper sprang upon him, and, ere he was aware, their hands were on his breast.
Angry words pa.s.sed, and words rose to blows. Peter threw the hare over his shoulder, and left the squire and his gamekeeper to console each other on the ground. He returned home; but nothing said he of his second adventure with Laird Horslie.
The wedding-day dawned; and, though the village had no bells to ring, there were not wanting demonstrations of rejoicing; and, as the marriage party pa.s.sed through its little street to the manse, children shouted, waved ribbons, and smiled, and every fowling-piece and pistol in the place sent forth a joyful noise; yea, the village Vulcan himself, as they pa.s.sed his smithy, stood with a rod of red-hot iron in his hand, and having his st.i.thies arranged before him like a battery, and charged with powder, saluted them with a rustic but hearty _feu d"joie_. There was not a countenance but seemed to bless them. Peter was the very picture of manly joy--Ann of modesty and love. They were within five yards of the manse, where the minister waited to p.r.o.nounce over them the charmed and holy words, when Squire Horslie"s gamekeeper and two constables intercepted the party.
"You are our prisoner," said one of the latter, producing his warrant, and laying his hand upon Peter.
Peter"s cheek grew pale; he stood silent and motionless, as if palsy had smitten his very soul. Ann uttered a short, sudden scream of despair, and fell senseless at the feet of the best-man. Her cry of agony recalled the bridegroom to instant consciousness; he started round--he raised her in his arms, he held her to his bosom. "Ann!--my ain Ann!" he cried; "look up--oh, look up, dear! It is me, Ann--they canna, they daurna harm me."
Confusion and dismay took possession of the whole party.
"What is the meaning o" this, sirs?" said Robin Paterson, his voice half-choked with agitation; "what has my son done, that ye choose sic an untimeous hour to bring a warrant against him?"
"He has done, old boy, what will give him employment for seven years,"
said the gamekeeper, insolently. "Constables, do your duty."
"Sirs," said Robin, as they again attempted to lay hands upon his son, "I am sure he has been guilty o" nae crime--leave us noo, an" whatever be his offence, I, his faither, will be answerable for his forthcoming to the last penny in my possession."
"And I will be bail to the same amount, master constables," said the old skipper; "for, blow me, d"ye see, if there an"t black work at the bottom o" this, and somebody shall hear about it, that"s all."
Consciousness had returned to the fair bride. She threw her arms around Peter"s neck--"They shall not--no, they shall not take you from me!"
exclaimed she.
"No, no, dear," returned he; "dinna put yersel" about."
The minister had come out of the manse, and offered to join the old men as security for Peter"s appearance on the following day.
"To the devil with your bail!--you are no justices, master constables,"
replied the inexorable gamekeeper--"seize him instantly."
"Slave!" cried Peter, raising his hand and grasping the other by the throat.
"Help! help, in the king"s name!" shouted the provincial executors of the law, each seizing him by the arm.
"Be quiet, Peter, my man," said his father, clapping his shoulder, and a tear stole down his cheek as he spoke, "dinna mak bad worse."