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Updated: April 30, 2025
With the single exception of 'A Window in Thrums, none of the new books of this school are worthy to be compared with 'David Elginbrod, or 'Alec Forbes of Howglen, or 'Robert Falconer. Yet not one of them has failed to find a greater vogue or to bring to its author a more swelling reputation than Dr. Mac-donald achieved. Perhaps the reasons for these facts are not far to seek.
One notable event, however, of considerable importance in its results to the people of Howglen, took place this winter amongst the missionars of Glamerton. So entire was Thomas Crann's notion of discipline, that it could not be satisfied with the mere riddance of Robert Bruce.
This was not agreeable to the Bruce, but the kingly inheritor abode his hour; and Mrs Forbes had no notion of the amount of offence she gave by doing so. That parlour at Howglen was to Annie a little heaven hollowed out of the winter.
From that day, I may here mention, the laird drank nothing but water, much to the pleasure of Peter Simon, who was from choice a water-drinker. "What a howling night it is, Cosmo!" he resumed. "If that poor old drinker had tried to get on to Howglen, he would have been frozen to death; when the drink is out of the drunkard, he has nothing to resist with."
But he would always contrive that as the gloamin began to fall, he should be near Howglen, that he might inquire after his friend.
So, having seen the boat go past, with Alec still safe in it, he was able to set off with the good news for Thomas. After searching for him at the miller's and at Howglen, he found him where he had left him, still on his knees, with his hands in the grass. "Alec's a' safe, man," he cried. Thomas fell on his face, and he thought he was dead. But he was only giving lowlier thanks.
Mrs Forbes brought Annie home to Howglen as soon as she was fit to be moved. Alec went to town again, starting a week before the commencement of the session. It was on a bright frosty evening in the end of October, that Alec entered once more the streets of the great city.
Nor did he leave Howglen for many weeks. At length, one lovely morning, when the green corn lay soaking in the yellow sunlight, and the sky rose above the earth deep and pure and tender like the thought of God about it, Alec became suddenly aware that life was good, and the world beautiful. He tried to raise himself, but failed. Cupples was by his side in a moment.
And Mrs Forbes began to understand him better.-�Before the week was over, there was not a man or woman about Howglen whom he did not know even by name; for to his surprise, even his forgetfulness was fast vanishing in the menstruum of the earth-spirit, the world's breath blown over the corn.
"Ay is he," answered Annie, sadly; not from jealousy, for her admiration of Alec was from afar; but as looking up from purgatorial exclusion to the paradise of Howglen, where the beautiful lady would have all Mrs Forbes, and Alec too, to herself. The old woman caught the tone, but misinterpreted it. "I doobt," she said, "he winna get ony guid at that college." "What for no?" returned Annie.
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