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Thomas came up, pale and limping a little. "That's no Thomas Crann?" repeated Tibbie, before he had time to address her. "What for no, Tibbie?" returned Thomas. "'Cause I canna hear yer breath, Thamas." "That's a sign that I hae the mair o' 't, Tibbie.
At length, one day, after many weeks, Jean asked her if she would not like to see him. "Ay wad I; richt weel," answered she. Jean led her at once into Thomas's room, where he lay in a bed in the wall. He held out his hand. Annie could hardly be said to take it, but she put hers into it, saying timidly, "Is yer leg verra sair, Thamas?" "Ow na, dawtie; nae noo.
"Weel, but," rejoined Macwha, anxious to turn the current of the conversation, which he found unpleasantly personal, "jist tell me honestly, Thamas Crann, do ye believe, wi' a' yer heart an' sowl, that the deid man Gude be wi' him! "No prayin' for the deid i' my hearin', George! As the tree falleth, so it shall lie." "Weel! weel! I didna mean onything." "That I verily believe. Ye seldom do!"
"I'm a bit o' a Protestant, though I'm nae missionar; an' I'm no inclined to confess, Thamas meanin' no ill-will to you for a' that, ye ken," added George, in a conciliatory tone. "Weel, weel. I can only say that I hae seen no signs o' a savin' seriousness aboot ye, George. Ye're sair ta'en up wi' the warl'." "Hoo mak' ye that oot? Ye big hooses, an' I mak' doors to them.
"His ain leg wad be buried some gait." "Ow ay! nae doubt. An' it wad come happin' ower the Paceefic, or the Atlantic, to jine its oreeginal stump wad it no? But supposin' the man had been born wantin' a leg eh, Thamas?" "George!
I'm sae muckle better o' that ashma, that I think whiles the Lord maun hae blawn into my nostrils anither breath o' that life that he breathed first into Edam an' Eve." "I'm richt glaid to hear't, Thamas. Breath maun come frae him ae gait or ither." "Nae doobt, Tibbie." "Will ye sit doon asides's, Thamas? It's lang sin' I hae seen ye." Tibbie always spoke of seeing people. "Ay will I, Tibbie.
It wad be no gain to you, Thamas, and no glory to Him whase will's your sanctification, gin ye war to owercome yer temper, and syne think a heap o' yersel' that ye had done't. Maybe that's what for yer no allooed to be victorious in yer endeevours." "'Deed, maybe, Tibbie," said Thomas solemnly.
They grew into independence partly by the calamities and concussions of that empire, which happened during the disputes for the succession of Tamerlane, and partly, and indeed principally, by the great shook which the empire received when Thamas Kouli Khân broke into that country, carried off its revenues, overturned the throne, and massacred not only many of the chief nobility, but almost all the inhabitants of the capital city.
In sorrow the pledge was given, and in joy performed. Her life became wrapt up in her son's life; and it was her morning and her evening prayer that she might live to see her "dear Thamas a shining light in the kirk." Often she declared that he was an "auld farrant bairn, and could ask a blessing like ony minister." Our wishes and affections, however, often blind our judgment.
As the congregation departed and dispersed, my friend Andrew exclaimed, "See, yonder is worthy Mr. MacVittie, and Mrs. MacVittie, and Miss Alison MacVittie, and Mr. Thamas MacFin, that they say is to marry Miss Alison, if a' bowls row right she'll hae a hantle siller, if she's no that bonny." My eyes took the direction he pointed out. Mr.
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