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Tallisker was a man as quick in action as in resolve; the next night he left for London, it was no light journey in those days for a man of his years, and who had never in all his life been farther away from Perthshire than Edinburgh. But he feared nothing. He was going into the wilderness after his own stray sheep, and he had a conviction that any path of duty is a safe path.
If you will let me have it, I will trouble you with the proper explanations. If not, they will not be necessary. I have heard that you are well. I pray God to continue his mercy to you. "'Your dutiful son, "'Laudable purpose!" cried the unhappy father, in a passion. "The lad is altogether too laudable. The letter is an insult, Tallisker. I'll ne'er forgive him for it.
I had thought of asking Walter Napier, and then I asked Selwyn. I have often thought it would have pleased me better if I had invited Walter." "Sometimes it is permitted to us to do things for the pleasure of others, rather than our own. I have often thought that God who foresaw the changes to take place here sent Mr. Selwyn with a message to Dominie Tallisker. The dominie thinks so too.
"Tallisker, let me tell you, man, you hae been seen o'er much wi' him lately. Why, dominie! he is an Episcopal, and an Arminian o' the vera warst kind." "Hout, laird! Arminianism isna a contagious disease. I'll no mair tak Arminianism from the Rev. George Selwyn than I'll tak Toryism fra Laird Alexander Crawford. My theology and my politics are far beyond inoculation. Let me tell you that, laird."
As he went up to the door, an open carriage, containing a lady and a child, left it. A man dressed in the Crawford tartan opened the door. "Crawford?" inquired Tallisker, "is he at home?" "Yes, he is at home;" and the servant ushered him into, a carefully-shaded room, where marble statues gleamed in dusk corners and great flowering plants made the air fresh and cool.
The shepherd was as one who heard not. Then followed an epithet that no Highlander can hear unmoved, and the man paused and put his hand under his plaid. Tallisker saw the movement and quickened his steps. The word was repeated, with the scornful laugh of the group to enforce it. The shepherd called his dog "Keeper, you tak the sheep to the Cruchan corrie, and dinna let are o' them stray."
"Let us go home," she said, and then she turned and gave one long, mournful look at the mountains and the sea and the great stretch of moorland. Tallisker knew in his heart she was bidding farewell to them. He had no word to say. There are moods of the soul beyond all human intermeddling. The silence was broken by Helen. She pointed to the mountains.
He heard with a grim silence Tallisker's description of the house in Regent's Place, with its flowers and books, its statues, pictures, and conservatory. When Tallisker told him of the condition of the Crawfords in Canada, he was greatly moved. He was interested and pleased with the Texan struggle.
He did not answer Tallisker, he spoke to her: "Where are you going, Helen?" "Down to the village; I can do something till better help is got." "Helen Crawford, you'll bide where you are! Sit still, and I'll do whatever Tallisker bids me." Then he turned angrily to the dominie. "You are aye bringing me ill tidings. Am I to blame if death comes?" "Am I my brother's keeper?
And if men wish to quarrel, and can give their quarrel a religious basis, they secure a tolerance and a respect which their own characters would not give them. Tallisker might pooh-pooh sectional or political differences, but he was himself far too scrupulous to regard with indifference the smallest theological hesitation.
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