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Updated: June 14, 2025
No one dreamed of saying at least such a glad word of prophecy never reached Rothieden that, while nobody can do without the help of the Father any more than a new-born babe could of itself live and grow to a man, yet that in the giving of that help the very fatherhood of the Father finds its one gladsome labour; that for that the Lord came; for that the world was made; for that we were born into it; for that God lives and loves like the most loving man or woman on earth, only infinitely more, and in other ways and kinds besides, which we cannot understand; and that therefore to be a man is the soul of eternal jubilation.
Then a sleepy low in his ear startled him, and made him quicken his pace involuntarily. By the time he reached Rothieden all the lights were out, and this was just what he wanted.
The next day was a Saturday, which, indeed, was the real old Sabbath, or at least the half of it, to the schoolboys of Rothieden. Even Robert's grannie was Jew enough, or rather Christian enough, to respect this remnant of the fourth commandment divine antidote to the rest of the godless money-making and soul-saving week and he had the half-day to himself.
However this may have been, the various groups which at the beginning and close of the session passed through Rothieden weary and footsore, were sure of a hearty welcome at The Boar's Head. And much the men needed it. Some of them would have walked between one and two hundred miles before completing their journey.
Anderson had visited him twice, and shown himself well satisfied with his condition and pursuits. The doctor had likewise visited Rothieden, and had comforted the heart of the grandmother with regard to her Robert. From what he learned upon this visit, he had arrived at a true conjecture, I believe, as to the cause of the great change which had suddenly taken place in the youth.
Especially at John Lammie's was he received with a perfection of hospitality; as if that had been the father's house to which he had returned from his prodigal wanderings. The good old farmer begged that they would stay with him for a few days. 'I hae sae mony wee things to luik efter at Rothieden, afore we gang, said Robert. 'Weel, lea' yer father here. We s' tak guid care o' 'im, I promise ye.
It sunk for a moment, then, arrested by the bedstead, towered again to its former 'pride of place, sailing over Rothieden, grand and unconcerned, in the wastes of air. But the end of its tether was in Robert's garret. And that was to him a sense of power, a thought of glad mystery.
'Haud yer tongue, my lord, and dinna bring doon a judgment upo' my hoose, for it wad be missed oot o' Rothieden, 'You're right there, Miss Naper. And here comes the whisky to stop my mouth. The Baron of Rothie sat for a few minutes with his feet on the fender before Miss Letty's blazing fire, without speaking, while he sipped the whisky neat from a wine-glass.
Even whan ye boucht a man an' paid for him, accordin' to the Jewish law, ye cudna mak a slave o' 'im for a'thegither, ohn him seekin' 't himsel'. Eh! gin she could only get my father hame! sighed Robert, after a pause. 'What should she want him home for? asked Dr. Anderson, still making conversation. 'I didna mean hame to Rothieden.
Miss Napier was the eldest of three maiden sisters who kept the principal hostelry of Rothieden, called The Boar's Head; from which, as Robert reached the square in the dusk, the mail-coach was moving away with a fresh quaternion of horses.
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