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As for what it may be like on Monday, no one can say. No, doctor, I won't risk it. We're in the middle of a game, man." Gavin looked very grave. "I see what you are thinking, Mr. Dishart," the old minister said doggedly; "but then, you don't curl. You are very wise. I have forbidden my sons to curl." "Then you openly snap your fingers at your duty, Mr. Duthie?" said the doctor, loftily.
"If you're hitting at our minister, Snecky," said James Cochrane, "let me tell you he's a better man than yours." "A better curler, I dare say." "A better prayer." "Ay, he can pray for a black frost as if it was ane o' the Royal Family. I ken his prayers, 'O Lord, let it haud for anither day, and keep the snaw awa'. Will you pretend, Jeames, that Mr. Duthie could make onything o' Rob Dow?"
"None of your virtuous airs, McQueen," said Mr. Duthie, hotly. "What was the name of the doctor that warned women never to have bairns while it was hauding?" "And what," retorted McQueen, "was the name of the minister that told his session he would neither preach nor pray while the black frost lasted?" "Hoots, doctor," said Duthie, "don't lose your temper because I'm in such form."
"The Psalms of David," retorted Whamond, "mount straight to heaven, but your paraphrases sticks to the ceiling o' the kirk." "You're a bigoted set, Tammas Whamond, but I tell you this, and it's my last words to you the nicht, the day'll come when you'll hae Mr. Duthie, ay, and even the U. P. minister, preaching in the Auld Licht kirk."
Duthie," he shouted," think shame of yourself for curling this day." Mr. Duthie had carefully turned his back to the trap, for Gavin's presence in it annoyed him. We seldom care to be reminded of our duty by seeing another do it. Now, however, he advanced to the dog-cart, taking the far side of Gavin. "Put on your coat, Mr. Duthie," said the doctor, "and come with me to Nanny Webster's.
"Don't lose yours, Duthie, because I aye beat you." "You beat me, McQueen! Go home, sir, and don't talk havers. Who beat you at " "Who made you sing small at " "Who won " "Who " "Who " "I'll play you on Monday for whatever you like!" shrieked the doctor. "If it holds," cried the minister, "I'll be here the whole day. Name the stakes yourself. A stone?"
Come what will, I'll play. Let go my tails, Mr. Dishart, or I'll cut them off. Duty? Fiddlesticks!" "Shame on you, sir," said Gavin; "yes, and on you others who would entice him from his duty." "Shame!" the doctor cried. "Look at Mr. Duthie. Is he ashamed? And yet that man has been reproving me for a twelvemonths because I've refused to become one of his elders.
I canna look at it now without thinking o' that day when me and my father gaed up the stair thegither. Mr. Duthie was presiding at the time, and he wasna muckle older than Mr. Dishart is now. I mind he speired for proof that we was needing, and my father couldna speak. He just pointed at me. 'But you have a good coat on your back yoursel', Mr.
Duthie should have accompanied me, for the Websters are Established Kirk; ay, and so he would if Rashie-bog had not been bearing. A terrible snare this curling, Mr. Dishart" here the doctor sighed "I have known Mr. Duthie wait until midnight struck on Sabbath and then be off to Rashie-bog with a torch." "I will go with you," Gavin said, putting on his coat. "Jump in then. You won't smoke?
They put it back in his hand, and it slipped out again, and Mr. Duthie gave it back to him, saying, 'Are you so cauld as that? But, oh, man, it wasna cauld that did it, but shame o' being on the rates. The blood a' ran to my father's head, and syne left it as quick, and he flung down the siller and walked out o' the Town House wi' me running after him.
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