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Updated: May 12, 2025
But I gaed to see him an' I needna hae been sae feart, for he minded on me, an' he wadna hear o' me bidin' at the taivern, an' he took me to his graun hoose, an' he was ower guid to a plain cratur like me. "Weel, ae mornin', we was sittin', haein' oor crack aboot the auld days, an' the schule, an' the sheep we herded thegither on the Ettrick hills.
I kent ye as sune as ye cam' slippin' ben the taivern. It'll fair kill the wife." "What are you talking about?" I said testily. "To think I wad live to see my ain minister slippin' by intil a taivern at sic a time o' nicht," he groaned despondingly.
"Ye needn't tell me," said the good Mrs. Goodall once to a sympathetic circle, "that they dinna play poker at the taivern an' in the daytime too for I passed by this verra day, an' they were pokin' away, wi' their coats off, wi' lang sticks in their hands, pokin' at the wee white balls," and her listeners needed no other proof.
"I was sayin' that same thing this verra nicht to ane o' my freens at the taivern afore ye cam'. It was auld Tam Rutherford, wha's gaun to be mairrit again, and him mair nor auchty years o' age. I warnt him against it, an' I telt him his ither wumman was deid but sax months. But Tam said as hoo a buddy at his age canna afford to wait ower lang, an' I didna ken what answer to gie to that."
"I want ye to promise me ae thing afore we pairt," said Geordie. "It's for yir ain guid I'm askin' it." "What is it?" I asked curiously. "I want ye to sign the pledge," he responded, with a tearful voice, "for it maun hae a sair hand o' ye or ye wadna be prowlin' aboot a taivern at sic a time o' nicht." "I will talk to you some other time about that."
Then he turned upon me, his voice full of sad reproof: "I'm no' what I micht be masel', but I dinna mak' no profession; but to think I'd catch my ain minister hangin' roon' a taivern at this time o' nicht. It'll kill the wife. She thocht the warld o' ye." What the man was driving at was slowly borne in upon me. "But you do not understand, Geordie," I began.
I did it masel' a wee while. That's what I telt Tam, an' I pinted oot the difference atween you an' the elders. I said as hoo ye wad hae pickit oot the auld buddy first But to think ma ain een saw ye comin' ben the taivern ayont twal o'clock at nicht." With such varied discourse did Geordie beguile our homeward way, which at last brought us to his dwelling-place.
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