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"'What is it you hinna done that you should hae done? she said. 'Oh, Mr. Whamond, if you want my help, it's yours. "'Your son's a' the earth to you, I cried, 'but my eldership's as muckle to me. Sax-and-twenty years hae I been an elder, and now I maun gie it up. "'Wha says that?" she speirs. "'I say it, I cried. 'I've shirked my duty. I gie ap my eldership now.
"Syne wi' me sitting there in a kind o' awe o' the woman's simpleness, she began to tell me what the minister was like when he was a bairn, and I was saying a' the time to mysel', 'You're chief elder o' the kirk, Tammas Whamond, and you maun speak out the next time she stops to draw breath. They were terrible sma', common things she telled me, sic as near a' mithers minds about their bairns, but the kind o' holy way she said them drove my words down my throat, like as if I was some infidel man trying to break out wi' blasphemy in a kirk.
The foreigner from York that Finny's grieve after disappointing Bell Whamond took, sought to sow the seeds of strife by urging that Friday was an unlucky day; and I remember how the minister, who was always great in a crisis, nipped the bickering in the bud by adducing the conclusive fact that he had been married on the sixth day of the week himself. It was a judicious policy on Mr.
With the years the others lost the details, but before I forget them the man who has been struck by lightning will look at his arm without remembering what shrivelled it. There even came a time when the scene seemed more vivid to me than to the precentor, though that was only after he began to break up. "She was never the kind o' woman," Whamond said, "that a body need be nane feared at.
Jean was standing at it with her apron to her eyes. "Tammas Whamond?" I demanded, and my face completed the question. "You're ower late," she wailed. "He's wi' her. Oh, dominie, whaur's the minister?" "You base woman!" I cried, "why did you unbar the door?" "It was the mistress," she answered. "She heard him shaking it, and I had to tell her wha it was. Dominie, it's a' my wite!
"We shall be maried in five minutes, and then, whatever befall, he cannot have you." "But after?" "I will take you straight to the manse, to my mother." "Were it not for that dog, I should think we were alone on the hill." "But we are not. See, there are the gypsy fires." On the west side of the hill two figures: "Tammas, Tammas Whamond, I've lost you. Should we gang to the manse down the fields?"
Jean Whamond got a pound note for saying that Jeames's wife had an uncommon pretty voice, and Davit Lunan had ten shillings for a judicious word about her attractive manners. "They're takkin' to her, they're takkin' to her," Jeames said, gleefully. "I kent they would come round in time. Ay, even my mother, 'at was sae mad at first, sits for hours noo aside her, haudin' her hand.
Did the devil, your master, summon you to him and say, 'Either that noble man or me maun leave Thrums? He did. And did you, or did you no, drag that minister, when under your spell, to the hill, and there marry him ower the tongs? You did. Witnesses, Rob Dow and Tammas Whamond." She was moving from him on her knees, meaning when out of arm's reach to make a dash for life.
I've kent it," he whispered, "since the day turned; but it wants to tak' us by surprise, lad, and so I'm no letting on." "See that you dinna make an idol o' the rain," thundered Whamond. "Your thochts is no wi' Him, but wi' the clouds; and, whaur your thochts are, there will your prayers stick also."
They had not compassed twenty winters without knowing that Marget Todd lost Davie Haggart because she "fittit" a black stocking with brown worsted, and that Finny's grieve turned from Bell Whamond on account of the frivolous flowers in her bonnet: and yet Bell's prospects, as I happen to know, at one time looked bright and promising.
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