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Every idle person in the street joined in the pursuit, and all who were too busy or too respectable to run crowded to door and windows. Shargar made instinctively for his mother's old lair; but bethinking himself when he reached the door, he turned, and, knowing nowhere else to go, fled in terror to Mrs. Falconer's, still, however, holding fast by the shoes, for they were Robert's.
My simile has carried me too far: it was only a dead old gentleman's violin that a couple of boys was after but with what eagerness, and, on the part of Robert, what alternations of hope and fear! And Shargar was always the reflex of Robert, so far as Shargar could reflect Robert.
Hence when he communicated to his daughter the name of their visitor, it was 'with bated breath and whispering humbleness, which deepened greatly the impression made upon her by the presence and conversation of the baron. Mysie was in danger. Shargar was late that evening, for he had a job that detained him. As he handed over his money to Robert, he said,
As he left the door, the only suspicion of light was the dull and doubtful shimmer of the snow that covered the street, keen particles of which were blown in his face by the wind, which, having been up all night, had grown very cold, and seemed delighted to find one unprotected human being whom it might badger at its own bitter will. Outcast Shargar! Where he spent the interval between Mrs.
William Walker said there was a jar o' drained hinney i' the basket; an' the bairns wad miss 't sair gin 't war spult. 'I will take good care of it, responded the doctor. He delivered the basket, returned to the carriage, and told the coachman to drive home. 'Whaur are ye takin' me till? exclaimed Shargar. 'Willie hasna payed me for the parcel. 'Never mind Willie.
'He's gaein' to tell me something, said Mrs. Falconer to herself. 'Will 't be aboot the puir barfut crater they ca' Shargar, or will 't be aboot the piece he pat intil 's pooch? 'Weel, laddie? she said aloud, willing to encourage him. 'Is 't true that my gran'father was the blin' piper o' Portcloddie? 'Ay, laddie; true eneuch.
Sometimes Robert would stop, stand still in the middle of the room, cast a mathematical glance of survey over its cubic contents, and then dart off in another inwardly suggested direction of search. Shargar, on the other hand, appeared to rummage blindly without a notion of casting the illumination of thought upon the field of search. Yet to him fell the success.
As soon as they were clear of the houses, Shargar lay down behind a dyke with the kite, and Robert set off at full speed for Dooble Sanny's shop, making a half-circuit of the town to avoid the chance of being seen by grannie or Betty. Having given due warning before, he found the brown-paper parcel ready for him, and carried it off in fearful triumph.
She was an heiress, too, but that Shargar felt to be a disadvantage for him. All the progress he could yet boast of was that his attentions had not been, so far as he could judge, disagreeable to her.
A faintly purpled mist arose, and enwrapped all the past, changing even his grayest troubles into tales of fairyland, and his deepest griefs into songs of a sad music. Then he thought of Shargar, and what was to become of him after he was gone. The lad was paler and his eyes were redder than ever, for he had been weeping in secret.
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