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"Sometimes on a Saturday the young people in the mill would say, 'Well, Bishop, where are you going to preach to-morrow? and then, with the brightest, kindest smile, he would tell them where his work for the next day lay, and perhaps he would ask them to go with him; but on their refusing, he would add, 'Ah, my lads, yo' want your hearts changing by th' grace of God, and then yo' would be glad to run onywhere in His Name. As years grew on him and he became infirm, I have seen him come into the mill on a Monday morning looking very tired, and I have said I thought he was working too hard on Sundays.
Me lauch, wi' ma cauld, empty hame! "Yir the only man kens, Weelum, that I aince luved the noblest wumman in the glen or onywhere, an' a' luve her still, but wi' anither luve noo. "She hed given her heart tae anither, or a've thocht a' micht hae won her, though nae man be worthy o' sic a gift.
The question was scarcely put when the shepherd himself bounded up the stair. "They've gotten sight o' me, I fear," he said. "Have ye a garret, wummin onywhere to hide?" "No' a place in the hoose big enough for a moose to hide in," said Mrs. Black with a look of dismay. As she spoke a confused noise of voices and hurrying steps was heard in the street.
'I doan't know, said the boy, 'what soart o' tales? 'Why, they'd use to say th' witch walked, on soom neets i' th' year Easter Eve, most pertickerlerly an foak wor feeart to goo onywhere near it on those neets. But doan't yo goo listenin to tales, Davy, said Reuben, with a paternal effusion most rare with him, and born of his recent proceedings; 'yo'll only freeten yorsel o' neets for nothin.
Me lauch, wi' ma cauld, empty hame! "Yir the only man kens, Weelum, that I aince luved the noblest wumman in the glen or onywhere, an' a' luve her still, but wi' anither luve noo. "She had given her heart tae anither, or a've thocht a' micht hae won her, though nae man be worthy o' sic a gift.
An', I say, dinna tell her onything aboot me, mind. She'd think naething o' comin' onywhere efter me. 'Oh, I'll no' tell. Clashin' was never my sin, said Teen. 'But her name? ye havena telt me that yet. 'Oh, weel, she ca's hersel' Mrs. Gordon, but I dinna believe she's a wife at a'. She's in the ballet at the Olympic the noo. 'An' what way is she bidin' at Maryhill? 'Oh, her man's there.
Where do you think she has been? Teen mournfully shook her head, and her large eyes filled with tears. 'I'll no' let her away, she answered firmly. 'If she'll no' come doon to Bourhill, I'll see that she disna gang onywhere else withoot me. 'You are a faithful friend, said Gladys quickly. 'Has she has she seen her brother?
Now you are to ken that my gudesire lived on Redgauntlet's grund they ca' the place Primrose Knowe. We had lived on the grund, and under the Redgauntlets, since the riding days, and lang before. It was a pleasant bit; and I think the air is callerer and fresher there than onywhere else in the country.
"Weel, men," he began, "ye a' ken the position o' things. Ye ken as weel as me that I got the sack for gatherin' for Geordie Sinclair. Weel, I ha'e been oot o' work three months; the Block is on against me, an' it seems I ha'e to starve. I canna get work onywhere, an' I stopped ye a' the day to ask ye to make my quarrel yours, an' try and put an end to this business."
"But, ma guid man, I haena a copper aboot me, or it's wullin' enough I'd be to gie ye a shullin' or so for this fine drive." "Well, off you get then the next time we stop." "But shurely ye wadna be pittin' a puir man oot o' yer waggon, or chapel, or whatever ye ca' it, whan there's sae mony empty pews? I'm no croodin' onyane, an' I'm wullin' enough to sit onywhere."
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