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Poor little fellow, what an accumulation it will be by the time he is of age, and what small good it will do him!" And the honest man sighed as he looked from Mr. Cardross's dining-room window across the Manse garden, where, under a shady tree, was placed the earl's little wheel-chair, which was an occasional substitute for Malcolm's arms.
Cardross's step was heavier and his face sadder now than then. He who had so often sympathized with others' sorrows had had to suffer patiently his own. From the Manse gate as from that of the Castle, the mother and mistress had been carried, never to return. A new Helen only fifteen years old was trying vainly to replace to father and brothers her who was as Mr.
How blithe, even like a mere "callant," big Malcolm was, when, leaving the earl on the sunny hill-side under Miss Cardross's charge, he used to wander off, and come back with his hands all torn and scratched, to feed his young master with blackberries! "He is not unhappy I am sure the child is not unhappy," Helen often said to her father, when as was his way Mr.
Cardross's grandson, who would have to work his way in the world as his uncles had done before him. "You see, Helen," said the earl, "all concealment brings its difficulties. It would be much easier for the boy if he were told his position and his future career at once nay, if he had known it from the first." But Helen would not hear of this. She was obstinate, all but fierce, on the subject.
"It was my instinctive conviction that you were in the late earl's confidence on this point, which made me decide to send and consult with you. We must take all precautions, you see. We are placed in a most painful and responsible position both Dr. Hamilton and myself." It was now Mr. Cardross's turn to look perplexed.
We kept him in leading-strings too long, and trusted him out of them too suddenly. But as to his being altogether bad Helen Cardross's son, and the minister's grandson nonsense, my dear." Mr. Cardross might have heard himself named, for he stirred in his peaceful slumbers, and Helen hastily took her letter from Lord Cairnforth's hand." "Not a word to him. He is too old.
Yet he talked of being "so happy!" And there entered into Helen Cardross's good heart toward the Earl of Cairn forth a deep tenderness, which from that hour nothing ever altered or estranged. It was not pity something far deeper. Had he been fretful, fractious, disagreeable, she would still have been very sorry for him and very kind to him.
"Helen," he said one day, when she had come up for an hour or two to the Castle, and then as usual, Captain Bruce had taken the opportunity of riding out he owned he found Miss Cardross's company and conversation "slow" "Helen, that young man looks stronger and better every day. What a bright-looking fellow he is! It does one good to see him."
He contented himself with making all arrangements for poor Helen's comfort, and taking care that she should be supplied with every luxury befitting not alone Captain Bruce's wife and Mr. Cardross's daughter, but the "cousin" of the Earl of Cairnforth. And now, whenever he spoke of her, it was invariably and punctiliously as "my cousin." The baby too Mrs.
It was the sort of companionship, free and tender, cheerful and bright, yet with all the influence of the elder over the younger, which, occurring to a young man of Cardross's age and temperament, usually determines his character for life.
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