Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 19, 2025
I parted from Hendry, cheered by the doctor's report, but the old weaver died a few days afterwards. His end was mournful, yet I can recall it now as the not unworthy close of a good man's life. One night poor worn Jess had been helped ben into the room, Tibbie Birse having undertaken to sit up with Hendry.
"You may wonder that we could have stood still, waiting to see the last o' them," Birse, the post, has said to me in the school- house, "but, dominie, I couldna hae moved, magre my neck. I'm a hale man, but if this minute we was to hear the voice o' the Almighty saying solemnly, 'Afore the clock strikes again, Birse, the post, will fall down dead of heart disease, what do you think you would do?
"Who?" demanded the irate Dominie. "I promised no to tell you," replied Andrew, and away he went. Mr. Cathro expected him to return presently in humbler mood, but was disappointed, and a week or two afterwards he heard Andrew and Mary Jane Proctor cried in the parish church. "Did Bell Birse refuse him?" he asked the kirk officer, and was informed that Bell had never got a chance.
"You'll wonder mair," said Elspeth, "when you hear what happened afore he began the afternoon sermon. But I canna get in a word wi' that man o' mine." "We've been speaking about it," said Birse, "ever since we left the kirk door. Tod, we've been sawing it like seed a' alang the glen."
Ye can see by the look of her that she never was meant to work, but just to get everything done for her. Can ye picture her peelin' tatties? The verra thocht's rideeclus. She's juist for lookin' at, like the floors and a' the bonnie things ... But it's thae new folk that pit up ma birse. That Mrs. Duff-Whalley, crouse cat!
"I thocht no," said Haggart, triumphantly. "Weel, I warrant he was a minister too. Ay, catch a woman giving up a minister, except for another minister." All were looking on Haggart with admiration, when a voice from the door cried "Listen, and I'll tell you a queerer ane than that." "Dagont," cried Birse, "it's Wearywarld, and he has been hearkening. Leave him to me."
I pushed open the precentor's door in the school wynd, but there was no one in the house. Tibbie Birse saw me, and shouted from her door: "Hae you heard o' Mr. Dishart? He'll never daur show face in Thrums again." Without giving her a word I hastened to the Tenements. "The leddy's no here," Sam'l Farquharson told me, "and Tammas is back at the manse again, trying to force his way in."
"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."
"It is," I agreed; "but you were to tell me what Birse told you of the disturbance at the Spittal." "Ay, weel." he answered, "the post puts the wite o't on her little leddyship, as they call her, though she winna be a leddyship till the morn.
On such a day, when even the dulseman had gone into shelter, and the women scudded by with their wrappers over their heads, came Gavin Birse to our door. Gavin, who was the Glen Quharity post, was still young, but had never been quite the same man since some amateurs in the glen ironed his back for rheumatism. I thought he had called to have a crack with me.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking