Christine, Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr [chromebook ebook reader txt] 📗

judge Christine in that way. What for would I leave you? Because a lad loves me out of a' sense and reason. Even if I was his wife, love and duty would count your claim first. God said a man should leave feyther and mither, and cleave to his wife; but He didna tell a woman to leave her feyther and mither, and cleave to her husband."

"He would mean it, Christine."

"Then He would hae said it. He leaves nae room to question."

"There might be what is called 'inferences.'"

"Na, na, Mither! It is thus and so, and do, and do not, wi' God. There's nae inferences in any o' His commands. When folks break them, they ken well they are breaking them. But what will we be talking o' this matter for? You yoursel' are beyond the obligation."

"I ne'er had it, I may say, for my feyther was drowned ere I was born, and my mither died ere I was five years old. It's different wi' you, dearie."

"It is, but Christine kens all o' her duty, and it will be her pleasure to fulfill it." And she clasped her mother's hands in hers, and kissed her. And Margot's old pawky smile flitted o'er her face, and she said, "We must ask the Domine anent this question"--then a little sarcastically--"or Neil will gie us the Common Law o' Scotland concerning it."

So the trouble ended with a smile and the shout of Jamie as he flung open the house door, in a storm of hurry and pleasure. "Auntie! Grandmither!" he cried. "We are going to have a tug-of-war between the English and the Scotch, on the playground, at half-past twelve. I'm on the Scotch side. Gie me my dinner, Auntie, and I'll be awa' to help floor Geordie Kent, and the rest of his upsetting crowd. Geordie's mither is English, and he's always boasting about the circumstance."

"Are you going to tak' the brag out o' him, Jamie?"

"I am going to help do so, with all my might, but there's some Border lads among the English set, and they are a hefty lot, and hard to beat."

"That's right, Jamie! Fife lads shout when the boat wins the harbor, not till then. All the same, laddie, bring me word o' your victory."

When dinner was over Christine dressed herself for her visitor, and the light of love and expectation gave to her face an unusual beauty. She wore her fisher costume, for she thought Cluny would like it best, but it was fresh and bright and quite coquettish, with its pretty fluted cap, its gold earrings, its sky-blue bodice and skirt of blue and yellow stripes, and the little kerchief of vivid scarlet round her shoulders. Its final bit of vanity was a small white muslin apron, with little pockets finished off with bows of scarlet ribbon. If she had dressed herself for a fashionable masquerade ball she would have been its most picturesque belle and beauty.

It was seven o'clock when Cluny arrived. Ruleson had gone to a meeting of the School Trustees, a business, in his opinion, of the very greatest importance; and Margot's womanly, motherly sense told her that Cluny would rather have her absence than her company. So she had pleaded weariness, and gone to her room soon after tea was over, and Cluny had "the fair opportunity," he so often declared he never obtained; for Margot had said to Jamie, "You'll come and sit wi' me, laddie, and gie me the full story o' your bloody defeat, and we'll mak' a consultation anent the best way o' mending it."

"This is glorious!" cried Cluny, as he stood alone with Christine in the firelit room. "I have you all to mysel'! Oh, you woman of all the world, what have you to say to me this night?"

"What do you want me to say, Cluny?"

"Tell me that you'll go before the Domine with me, in the morning."

"Now, Cluny, if you are going to begin that trouble again, I will not stay with you."

"Trouble, trouble? What trouble? Is it a trouble to be my wife?"

"I have told you before, I could not marry you till the right time came."

"It is the right time now! It has to be! I'll wait no longer!"

"You will wait forever, if you talk that way to me."

"I'll take my ain life, Christine, rayther than hae it crumbled awa' between your cruel fingers and lips! aye writing, and saying, 'at the proper time'! God help me! When is the proper time?"

"When my mither is better, and able to care for hersel', and look after feyther and the house."

"Is she any better than she was?"

"Na, I'm feared she is worse."

"She is maybe dying."

"I am feared she is."

"Then if I wait till she dies----"

"Be quiet, Cluny! How dare you calculate anything for my life, on my mither's death? Do you think I would walk from her grave to the altar to marry you? I would hae to lose every gude sense, and every good feeling I have, ere I could be sae wicked."

"Do you mean that after your mither's death, you will still keep me waiting?"

"You know right well, Cluny, what our folk would say, if I didna observe the set time of mourning."

"Great Scot! That's a full year!"

"Ay. If a bairn dies in our village, its folk wear blacks for a year. Would I grudge a year's respect for my mither's memory? Forbye there would be my poor heart-broken feyther, and a' his needs and griefs."

"And the bairn, too, I suppose?"

"Ay, you're right. The bairn is in our keeping, till he is fourteen. Then he goes to Domine Trenaby."

"I hope the next storm will mak' an end o' me! I'm a broke man, in every worth-while. I hae money to mak' a home, but I canna hae a home without a wife, and the wife promised me puts one mountain after another in the way, that no man can win over"--and he passionately clasped and unclasped his hands, while tears, unrecognized, flowed freely, and somewhat relieved the heart tension that for a few moments made him speechless.

It seems natural for a woman to weep, but it sends a thrill of pity and fear through a woman's heart to see a man break down in unconscious and ungovernable weeping. Christine was shocked and strangely pitiful. She soothed, and kissed, and comforted him, with a gracious abandon she had never before shown. She could not alter circumstances, but she strengthened him for the bearing of them. She actually made him confess that she would lose something in his estimation, if she was capable of leaving her mother under present conditions. In his embrace she wept with him, and both of them learned that night the full sweetness of a love that is watered with mutual tears.

So, at the last, she made him strong and confident in hopes for the future, because God is love, and the circumstances that separated them were of His ordering. And Christine would think no ill of God, she was sure that life and death, and all things God ordained, were divinely good; and her influence overarched and enveloped Cluny, and perhaps for the first time, the real meaning of life and its difficulties pealed through his heart and brain.

Then as they were talking, Ruleson returned, and Ruleson, liking Cluny well, was rejoiced to see him, and they talked together with the greatest interest, while Christine placed upon the table the simple luxuries she had prepared for this anticipated meal. It was indeed a wonderfully happy meal, prolonged by interesting conversation till nearly midnight, for Ruleson wanted to hear all Cluny could tell about the Mediterranean, and Cluny was pleased to listen to Ruleson's enthusiastic description of the good work the school was doing.

When Cluny at length rose to depart, Ruleson asked the date of his ship's next visit to Glasgow, and then promised to meet him there, and to bring Christine with him for a two or three days' pleasuring. Cluny was delighted, for though Christine only shook her head and smiled, he believed that in some way or other the visit could be managed. And Margot was enthusiastic about it. She said Christine must ask Faith to come and stay with her, and Norman would come to her through the night in case of trouble, and the Domine would call and see her, and wee Jamie was comfort and help baith. "Forbye," she added, "I'm wanting to hear a' about Neil and his wife, and their way o' living, Christine, and if you'll just make them an hour's passing call, you can gie me a vera clear idea o' the same."

So the hastily projected trip became an anticipatory pleasure for which there was constant preparation going on. It was a wonderful prospect to Christine, who had never been five miles from her home, and Margot entered heartily into the scheme for making it a notable affair. She said the time was a lucky ordering, for it was near enough Easter to warrant a new spring suit, and she gave Christine a five-pound note, and sent her into the town to buy one. "You'll get your ain choice, lassie," she said, "but I'm thinking, if it should be o' a light pearly-gray, it would suit you weel, and get your gloves and parasol o' the same shade, as near as may be, but buy your bonnet in Glasgow town, for you will hae the height o' the fashion there, and scores o' shops to choose from."

So for nearly a month this pleasant expectation kept the Ruleson cottage busy and happy. Christine's pearly-gray cashmere dress came home, and was greatly admired, even by the Domine, who also took a great interest in the proposed visit to Glasgow. He advised her to send Neil word, as soon as she arrived there:

"And do as you have always done, Christine, strive for peace and family unity. There have been wrongs, no doubt, but you Rulesons have all nursed one mother's breast, and learned your prayers at one mother's knees, so if there is any little trouble between Neil and yourself, Christine, forgive it."

"I love Neil, I hae loved him all my life, Sir. I intend to go on loving him. Ninety pounds could not part us. No, nor ninety hundred pounds. There's no money's-worth, can count love's-worth."

How does a young girl feel on the eve of her first pleasure journey, when she has pretty new clothing to wear, and money enough to spend, and is going in the care of an indulgent father to have fresh and unknown entertainments, with a lover who adores her, and whom she admires and truly loves? Is she not happy and joyous, and full of eager anticipation? And it was the last day of waiting. The valise which held her new dress and her father's best suit, was packed, Faith had readily taken hold of the house duties, and Margot had been, and was, unusually well and active. Ruleson had gone fishing "to pass the time," he said, and all was ready for the early start they proposed to make in the morning.

Ruleson generally came home in time for his six o'clock meal, but Christine, standing at the open door about four o'clock, saw him making for the harbor. "Father's just like a bairn," she thought. "I'm gey uplifted mysel', but I'm plum steady, to what he is." Then Margot joined her. "Is that your feyther coming, Christine?"