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At some o' the lines o' the "Macgregor's Gaitherin'" it was like the wind thunderin' doon Glen Tanner, or the Rooshyan guns at Sebastypool. I cudna help frae notisin' hoo it garred a'body sit straucht up.
He wasna easy fleyed, an' gaed straucht up to the wa's; and what suld he find there but a man, or the appearance of a man, sittin' in the inside upon a grave. He was of a great stature, an' black as hell, and his een were singular to see. Mr. Soulis had heard tell o' black men, mony's the time; but there was something unco abut this black man that daunted him.
Weel, he ran greeting to the manse for Mr. Dishart, and the lady heard him crying to Jean through the door, and what does she do but gang straucht to the Tenements wi' Sam'l. Her goodness has naturally put the folk on her side against the minister." "This does not prove her his intended," I broke in.
It's a dark uncanny loan, forby that the kirk has aye had an ill name since the days o' James the Saxt and the deevil's cantrips played therein when the Queen was on the seas; and as for Tod's house, it was in the mirkest end, and was little liked by some that kenned the best. The door was on the sneck that day, and me and my faither gaed straucht in.
A white face, an' nothing but greitin' to come oot o' her. She ran frae me as gin I had been the de'il himsel'. An' the thocht o' you, sae bonnie an' straucht an' gran', cam ower me. Yielding to a masterful impulse, Robert did kneel now. As if sinner, and not mediator, he pressed the hem of her garment to his lips. 'Dinna be angry at me, Miss St. John, he pleaded, 'but be mercifu' to the lassie.
Come in." "I dinna ken whaur I'm gaein." "Never min' that. Come straucht foret. I'm watchin' ye." Whan God tells ye to gang into the mirk, gang!" "But I dinna like the mirk," said Annie. "No human sowl can," responded Thomas. "Jean, fess a can'le direckly."
"She wadna, gien she hadna seen I was gaein' straucht til her father!" returned Agnes. "I daursay; but God only kens hoo to mak the true differ 'atween what we du o' oorsel's, an' what we're gart. We maun hae mercy, an' i' the meantime she's ashamed eneuch. At least she has the luik o' 't." "It's ae thing to be ashamed 'cause ye hae dune wrang, an' anither to be ashamed 'cause ye're f'un' oot!"
And when he came home, instead of going up-stairs to Mr Cupples, he went straight to bed. The next morning, while he was at breakfast, Mr Cupples made his appearance in his room. "What cam' o' ye last nicht, bantam?" he asked kindly, but with evident uneasiness. "I cam' hame some tired, and gaed straucht to my bed." "But ye warna hame verra ear'." "I wasna that late." "Ye hae been drinkin' again.
Waster Lunny would have talked of the flood, but I had not come here for that. "How were you home so early from the prayer-meeting last night?" I bawled. "No meeting ... I came straucht hame ... but terrible stories ... Mr. Dishart," was all I caught after Waster Lunny had flung his words across a dozen times.
"Na, Peter; love gars a man luik up, no doon at his ain feet! It gars him fling his heid back, and set his een richt afore him no turn them in upo his ain inside! It maks a man straucht i' the back, strong i' the airm, and bauld i' the hert. Didna it you, Peter?" "Maybe it did; I dinna min' vera weel. But I see love can hardly be the thing that's amiss wi' the lad.
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