CHAPTER II. The New Home 18
CHAPTER III. Daft Jamie's 21
CHAPTER IV. Death in the Cup 29
CHAPTER V. A Year of Gloom 37
CHAPTER VI. A Clear Sunset 48
CHAPTER VII. Donald MacPherson 58
CHAPTER VIII. Improvements 62
CHAPTER IX. New Ties 68
CHAPTER X. Jamie 73
CHAPTER XI. Home Life 82
CHAPTER XII. The First Vacation 85
CHAPTER XIII. Belle 90
CHAPTER XIV. Archie and Belle 101
CHAPTER XV. Annie 105
CHAPTER XVI. Reconsidered 113
CHAPTER XVII. Davie 118
CHAPTER XVIII. A Rest by the Wayside 122
CHAPTER XIX. Lengthening Shadows 128
CHAPTER XX. Another Sheaf Gathered 136
CHAPTER XXI. The Professor Visits his Sisters 144
CHAPTER XXII. Changes 155
CHAPTER XXIII. Robin in America 161
CHAPTER XXIV. Over Sea and Land 168
CHAPTER XXV. Sunday; The Last Day with our Friends 178
* * * * *
EFFIE PATTERSON'S STORY.
Introduction 187
CHAPTER I. The Home Circle 191
CHAPTER II. The Beginning of Sorrows 195
CHAPTER III. The Sword Unsheathed 202
CHAPTER IV. The Prison and the Tomb 214
CHAPTER V. Unwelcome Visitors 221
CHAPTER VI. Defeat at Rullion Green 229
CHAPTER VII. The Wanderer 232
CHAPTER VIII. Victory of Drumclog, and Defeat at
Bothwell Bridge 239
CHAPTER IX. The Shepherd Smitten 247
CHAPTER X. Bridal and Burial 253
CHAPTER XI. The Last Drop in the Cup of Bitterness 265
CHAPTER XII. Peace 269
CHAPTER XIII. Conclusion 277
* * * * *
SEQUEL: BY CHRISTIE SOMERVILLE.
CHAPTER XIV. The Pen in Another Hand 281
CHAPTER XV. A Visit to Aunt Margaret 289
CHAPTER XVI. A Morning at the Manse 294
CHAPTER XVII. At Cousin Christie's 302
CHAPTER XVIII. Graham Place 309
CHAPTER XIX. The Old Home and the New 314
HONEST WULLIE.
CHAPTER I.
WULLIE AND RAB.
Among the hills that divide the county of Ayr from Kirkcudbright, and
near the bonny Doon, lived, in the early part of this century, a man
named William Murdoch, but who was called by all his neighbors "honest
Wullie." He was a farm-laborer, and lived alone in a cottage which he
rented. He feared God and regarded man. His word was indeed as good as
his bond. He had been called honest Wullie while yet a boy, and by
common consent he still retained the name. At the time our story opens
he was about thirty-five years of age.
It was the morning of the first of January. The departing year had robed
the earth in spotless white, that its successor might behold nothing but
beauty and purity, and might begin its course with gladness. The rough
places were made smooth and the waste places concealed. The sun shone
brightly, and the earth glittered and sparkled as if nature had
purposely arrayed herself in jewelled robes to welcome the coming year.
But men looked out upon the frozen earth and saw only wastes of snow,
and began to cut their way through it that they might look after their
cattle and all that belonged to them. While all other hands were busy,
Willie Murdoch's were not idle. He was shovelling paths about his door,
and, while so employed, his thoughts were running in this manner.
"I suppose I shall hae to look after that ne'er-do-weel brither o' mine.
A man canna let his ain brither suffer, even if it s'ould be through his
ain faut. Rab was aye a careless lad. He s'ouldna hae married withoot
changing his ways. Hoo did he suppose he would support a wife and weans!
He aye depends o'er muckle on me." While he was thus mentally
soliloquizing his brother appeared, struggling through the snow.
"Weel, Wullie, ye are aye warking; ye are o'er industrious."
"A man canna sit in the hoose and be snawed in. Hae ye no made paths
aboot your ain door?"
"I didna feel the courage to do it, the snaw is that deep. I am a'maist
beat oot wi' coming here."
"What brings ye oot on sic a morning? Are ye no all weel at hame?"
"We are all weel, I am thankful to say, but I am in trouble aboot the
rent. Ye ken it is due, and I hae na made oot to save it. I am sair set
upon to pay it, and I cam to ask if ye could gie me a helping hand."
It seemed but natural for Robert to ask this help. As his brother had
said, he depended on Willie. The two were all that were left of their
family, or, rather, of two families; for, though brothers by adoption
and affection, they were in reality cousins. Willie's parents had died
when he was but a few months old, and his mother's only sister, then
lately married to a brother of Willie's father, had taken the orphaned
little one and brought him up as her own child. He had repaid her with
all the devotion of a loving and thoughtful son; and on her death-bed
she had given him, then only fifteen years of age, the charge of Robert,
who was six years younger. Her other children had died in infancy, and
she had been a widow several years.
"Wullie, ye are a douce lad, for ane o' your years," she had said. "Ye
maun aye hae a care o' your brither, and if he doesna get on weel in the
warld, dinna spare to lend him a hand. And may the gude God guide you
both."
Willie had never forgotten the injunction of his foster-mother, which
seemed to him doubly binding from the peculiar character of their
relationship. He had had too much care of his brother, in fact, to the
manifest detriment of both; for Robert was sadly deficient in
self-reliance, and Willie's hard-earned money was too often applied to
the support of his brother's family. So when this new demand was made,
Willie, with a perplexed look, leaned upon his shovel and remained a
moment silent and thoughtful. At length he spoke.
"I dinna see what is to be dune. I am sair straitened for siller
mysel'."
"Weel, if ye dinna see a way I canna tell what is to become o' us. I
thought I could coont on you to help me out o' my trouble."
"Ye hae coonted on me o'er mony times for the gude o' my purse," said
Willie, half in jest and half in earnest; for he had always said to
himself, "I can never find it in my heart to be hard upon Rab." "But
come into the hoose, Rab," continued he; "we will talk aboot it, and see
if there is ony way to mend matters. I hae a few p'un's laid by for ony
case o' emergency; but I would be loath to break in upon that just noo.
Ye s'ould wark better and plan better. I dinna want to be hard upon you,
but ye maunna forget that ye are na longer a laddie, but a man, and a
husband and father forbye. I will help you this ance, but I canna be
always ready to meet your obligations at a moment's warning. I hae been
casting aboot in my ain mind, for some time, whether it wouldna be
better to tak ye a' in wi' me, sin' ye are maistly no prepared on rent
days. The hoose is sma'; that is ane thing against it; and I hae sa long
lived in quiet that it might be hard at first to become accustomed to
the prattle o' the bairns; but if you choose to come, you will be
welcome."
This generous offer had cost Wullie no little self-sacrifice. He had
lived alone since Robert was married, and he liked that way of living.
"He could mak his ain parritch, and help himsel' amazin' weel," as his
neighbors said. His wants were few and simple. He went to his labor each
morning, and returned in the evening. As he left his house, so he found
it; but how would it be if he opened his door to his brother's family?
This is what he often thought about, and for this reason he had
hesitated to propose the subject to Robert. But it was becoming a
serious matter to pay so much for rent, for he almost always had it to
pay for both cottages. Besides, hardly a week passed that he did not
carry or send something to relieve the necessities of Robert's family.
Having made the proposition, he watched to see how it would be received.
Robert's face brightened at first; then a shadow overspread it as he
thought that, if he were in his brother's house, he could not conceal
from him the fact that he was often out at night, and in bad company. So
he sat trotting his feet, with his eyes on the floor, and made no reply.
"Hoo would that please you, Rab?" asked Wullie, after a long silence.
"I would be almost ashamed to accept sic a favor. Then, too, I might
feel mair bound to think like yoursel' aboot mony things that I hae my
ain opeenion aboot."
"Hoo is that, Rab? Ye dinna want to do wrang, I hope; or do you think I
hae na sense to judge what s'ould be accounted wrang? If you do what is
right, we will hae na difference o' opeenion. It is time ye had your
wild oats a' sown. A man s'ould think mair aboot wark and less aboot
diversion."
"Ilka ane canna think like yoursel', Wullie."
"Ilka ane s'ould consult duty before pleasure, Rab."
"A' folk dinna see duty in the same light. But we will mak na mair words
aboot that. If Jeannie has na objections, we will accept your kindness
and be thankful for it."
This he said to cover his own hesitancy, for he well knew that his wife
would be glad of any change that would insure for herself more comforts
and fewer cares. Her daily life was harassed by the all-absorbing
questions, "What shall we eat? what shall we drink? and wherewithal
shall we be clothed?"
Robert for once hastened home to tell Jeannie the good news. As may be
supposed, her necessitous circumstances overcame her pride, and she
readily consented to a proposition which would lessen her anxieties; for
she was a sensible, well-meaning woman, and was much pained at her
husband's want of thrift. "Wullie was aye a douce, honest man," said
she, as she made hasty preparations to leave her comfortless home. There
was little to pack and little to move; and before night closed in upon
the short day, Robert and his family were brought by a kind neighbor to
his brother's door. Wullie heaved a sigh of regret for past quiet, and
hastened to welcome the pale, careworn woman to her new home.
Tears of gratitude stood in Jeannie's eyes as she crossed the threshold.
She extended her hand to Wullie, and endeavored to express her thanks;
but sobs choked her utterance, and she burst into tears.
"Ye maunna greet, woman; ye are mair than welcome. Sit doun by the
fire, and warm yoursel' and the bairns," said Wullie in the kindest
tones.
Jeannie sat down and soon regained her composure. Then she arose, and
began to place and put in order the few things she had brought with her.
This done, she returned to the fire where Wullie was preparing the
evening meal. She assisted in arranging the table, and soon they sat
down to a frugal but substantial supper.
After the repast was finished, Robert went to pay his rent. Jeannie
busied herself about the house for a while; then she put the children to
bed, and sat down to her usual evening occupation, knitting.
Wullie did not as usual get his Bible; he sat on the opposite side of
the room and watched Jeannie's nimble fingers and listened to the
clicking of her needles.
"Jeannie, ye are o'er pale and thin; are ye no weel?" he asked.
"I maistly think I am weel; but whiles I misdoot it. I think laneliness
has had muckle to do wi' my ill looks. I was reared in a large family,
and I canna but feel the change. Then Rab has a way o' gaen oot in the
evening, and I am all alane, savin' my sleepin' bairns; and it is weary
waitin', for he is lang a-comin'. I doot if he would like me to tell
you, but lately I hae suffered bath laneliness and fear."
"O Jeannie, ye s'ould hae tauld me before. I didna ken he was gaen that
gate."
"Weel, I hae tauld ye noo, and I hae a purpose in tellin' ye. I want ye
to look after him. He willna heed me, but perhaps he will heed you."
Wullie was about to reply when they heard a footstep, and Robert
entered.
"Weel, Rab, ye are square ance mair," said his brother cheerily, though
his own small store was much smaller on that account.
"Ay am I, thanks to yoursel', Wullie."
"I am right glad we hae stoppit rent-payin' for ane o' the places. Noo,
if ye stick to wark as ye s'ould, ye will get on in the warld better
than ye hae been doing. I will seek a gude place for ye the neist year.
If ye are wullin' to wark weel, I hae na doot but ye can wark wi' me.
Farmer Lindsay will need anither man in the spring, and ye would do
better on a farm than wi' your hedging and ditching. With him ye would
hae every kind o' wark in its season; and if ye wark as weel as ye ken
hoo, ye will hae wark the hail year round, and nae trouble in gien
satisfaction. We will hae to look weel to oor affairs, and then I see na
reason why we s'ouldna gather comforts aboot us. I will get a coo; it
willna cost muckle to keep her, and the milk will be gude for the
bairns. And we'll hae to fatten a couple o' swine. I hae had naebody but
mysel' to feed, and I hae been sa strang and weel that onything would do
me. But your wife and bairns need mair than I hae needed. I dinna like
to see them sa thin and pale."
A cry from one of the children attracted Jeannie's attention, and she
left the room.
"It canna be, Rab, that they hae na been weel keepit," he continued.
"Plenty o' aiten meal would mak them look better than they do."
Rab was confused, and did not reply. He could not look into the clear
gray eyes of honest Wullie and tell him that a part of his wages went to
the innkeeper, that he often treated a set of idle, jolly fellows with
the money that should have given bread to his family. So he only said,
"Jeannie has never complained o' her fare."
"Weel, Rab, the pale cheek will sometimes tell o' suffering when the
tongue refuses to speak o' it. I dinna say it is so in Jeannie's case;
ye ken that best yoursel'."
"Wullie, ye are o'er plain o' speech. Ilka ane wouldna tak it frae ye."
"I am plain-spoken, Rab. I never say yea when I mean nay; neither do I
stand aboot tellin' a freend his fauts when ony gude can come o' it.
'Faithful are the wounds o' a freend,' ye ken."
"That may be; but sic talk maistly sits too snug to fit weel. Ye are
ca'ed honest Wullie, and ye cam as honestly by the name through your
plain, outspoken way as by your fair dealing."
"Weel, I am no ashamed o' the name, however I cam by it."
Jeannie's return changed the conversation to some other subject.