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Updated: June 26, 2025
So it happened that, as Ralph Peden took his way to his first love- tryst, it was all that he could do to keep the path, so dark had it become. But there was no rain hardly yet even the hint or promise of rain. Yet under the cloud there was a great solitariness the murmur of a land where no man had come since the making of the world.
And Peden lay dead upon his own floor, his hat fallen aside, his arms stretched far beyond his head, his white cuffs pulled out from his black coat sleeves, as if he appealed for the mercy that was not ever for man or woman in his own cold heart. Earl Gray came down the street hatless, the big news on his tongue.
Instead, she took up one pail of water after the other, swung them upward with a single dexterous movement, and poured the water into the pot, from which the steam was rising. Ralph Peden could see the sunlight sparkle in the water as it arched itself solidly out of the pails.
But Ralph Peden heeded not what women thought, said, or did, for he was trysted to the kirk of the Marrow, the sole repertory of orthodox truth in Scotland, which is as good as saying in the wide world perhaps even in the universe.
The house was crowded; tumultuous emotions surged through the audience; the anguish found vent in weeping, wailing, and loud lamentations. The sermon was frequently interrupted with the grief. The service continued until night. He never again preached in that pulpit. The gift of prophecy distinguished Peden in a striking manner, giving him a unique place in history.
If you met a mixed company in the King's Arms at Wigton, it is not likely that the talk would run on Covenanters. Nay, at Muirkirk of Glenluce, I found the beadle's wife had not so much as heard of Prophet Peden.
Strangely and slowly the gloomy eyelid of cloud which had fallen athwart the evening lifted for a moment its sullen fringe; a misty twilight of lurid light flowed softly over the land. The shawl fell back like a hood from off the girl's shoulders. She looked up throbbing and palpitating. Ralph Peden was clasping Jess Kissock in his arms. She had kept her word.
Then taking it in his hand, he looked at it a long time silently, and with a strange and not unkindly expression on his face. He lifted it to his lips and kissed the handwriting which addressed it to Master Ralph Peden. As he paced away he carefully put it in the inner pocket of his coat.
"He seemed rale agitatit when he brocht it in to me, but I cheered him up by tellin' him how ye wad dreel him wi' the besom-shank gin he waur to gang to the Black Bull i' the forenichts." "Gang to the Black Bull! what div ye mean, ye gomeril? Saunders I mean; ye ken weel that Maister Peden wadna gang to ony Black Bull."
If not, then let us proceed to set apairt and ordain Gilbert Peden and Allan Welsh." But before any progress could be made, Allan Welsh rose. John Bairdieson had been afraid of this. "The less that's said, the better," he said hastily, "an' it's gottin' near kirk-time. We maun get it a' by or then." "This only I have to say," said Allan Welsh, "I recognize the justice of my deposition.
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