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platefuls than she gave them that day。 And when they left her to
return to school； instead of the usual 'Noo be douce；' she said； in
gentle； almost loving tones； 'Noo； be good lads； baith o' ye。'
The conclusion at which Falconer did arrive was that his grandmother
had hurried home to see whether the title…deeds of the factory were
still in her possession； and had found that they were gonetaken；
doubtless； by her son Andrew。 At whatever period he had
appropriated them； he must have parted with them but recently。 And
the hope rose luminous that her son had not yet passed into the
region 'where all life dies； death lives。' Terrible consolation！
Terrible creed； which made the hope that he was still on this side
of the grave working wickedness； light up the face of the mother；
and open her hand in kindness。 Is it suffering； or is it
wickedness； that is the awful thing？ 'Ah！ but they are both combined
in the other world。' And in this world too； I answer； only；
according to Mrs。 Falconer's creed； in the other world God； for the
sake of the suffering； renders the wickedness eternal！
The old factory was in part pulled down； and out of its remains a
granary constructed。 Nor did the old lady interpose a word to
arrest the alienation of her property。
CHAPTER XXIV。
BOOT FOR BALE。
Mary St。 John was the orphan daughter of an English clergyman； who
had left her money enough to make her at least independent。 Mrs。
Forsyth； hearing that her niece was left alone in the world； had
concluded that her society would be a pleasure to herself and a
relief to the housekeeping。 Even before her father's death； Miss
St。 John； having met with a disappointment； and concluded herself
dead to the world； had been looking about for some way of doing
good。 The prospect of retirement； therefore； and of being useful to
her sick aunt； had drawn her northwards。
She was now about six…and…twenty； filled with two passionsone for
justice； the other for music。 Her griefs had not made her selfish；
nor had her music degenerated into sentiment。 The gentle style of
the instruction she had received had never begotten a diseased
self…consciousness； and if her religion lacked something of the
intensity without which a character like hers could not be evenly
balanced； its force was not spent on the combating of unholy doubts
and selfish fears； but rose on the wings of her music in gentle
thanksgiving。 Tears had changed her bright…hued hopes into a
dove…coloured submission； through which her mind was passing towards
a rainbow dawn such as she had never dreamed of。 To her as yet the
Book of Common Prayer contained all the prayers that human heart had
need to offer； what things lay beyond its scope must lie beyond the
scope of religion。 All such things must be parted with one day； and
if they had been taken from her very soon； she was the sooner free
from the painful necessity of watching lest earthly love should
remove any of the old landmarks dividing what was God's from what
was only man's。 She had now retired within the pale of religion；
and left the rest of her being； as she thought； 'to dull
forgetfulness a prey。'
She had little comfort in the society of her aunt。 Indeed； she felt
strongly tempted to return again to England the same month； and seek
a divine service elsewhere。 But it was not at all so easy then as
it is now for a woman to find the opportunity of being helpful in
the world of suffering。
Mrs。 Forsyth was one of those women who get their own way by the
very vis inertiae of their silliness。 No argument could tell upon
her。 She was so incapable of seeing anything noble that her perfect
satisfaction with everything she herself thought； said； or did；
remained unchallenged。 She had just illness enough to swell her
feeling of importance。 She looked down upon Mrs。 Falconer from such
an immeasurable height that she could not be indignant with her for
anything； she only vouchsafed a laugh now and then at her oddities；
holding no further communication with her than a condescending bend
of the neck when they happened to meet； which was not once a year。
But； indeed； she would have patronized the angel Gabriel； if she
had had a chance； and no doubt given him a hint or two upon the
proper way of praising God。 For the rest； she was good…tempered；
looked comfortable； and quarrelled with nobody but her rough honest
old bear of a husband； whom； in his seventieth year； she was always
trying to teach good manners； with the frequent result of a storm of
swearing。
But now Mary St。 John was thoroughly interested in the strange boy
whose growing musical pinions were ever being clipped by the shears
of unsympathetic age and crabbed religion； and the idea of doing
something for him to make up for the injustice of his grandmother
awoke in her a slight glow of that interest in life which she sought
only in doing good。 But although ere long she came to love the boy
very truly； and although Shargar's life was bound up in the favour
of Robert； yet neither stooping angel nor foot…following dog ever
loved the lad with the love of that old grandmother； who would for
him have given herself to the fire to which she had doomed his
greatest delight。
For some days Robert worked hard at his lessons； for he had nothing
else to do。 Life was very gloomy now。 If he could only go to sea；
or away to keep sheep on the stormy mountains！ If there were only
some war going on； that he might list！ Any fighting with the
elements； or with the oppressors of the nations； would make life
worth having； a man worth being。 But God did not heed。 He leaned
over the world； a dark care； an immovable fate； bearing down with
the weight of his presence all aspiration； all budding delights of
children and young persons： all must crouch before him； and uphold
his glory with the sacrificial death of every impulse； every
admiration； every lightness of heart； every bubble of laughter。
Orwhich to a mind like Robert's was as badif he did not punish
for these things； it was because they came not within the sphere of
his condescension； were not worth his notice： of sympathy could be
no question。
But this gloom did not last long。 When souls like Robert's have
been ill…taught about God； the true God will not let them gaze too
long upon the Moloch which men have set up to represent him。 He
will turn away their minds from that which men call him； and fill
them with some of his own lovely thoughts or works； such as may by
degrees prepare the way for a vision of the Father。
One afternoon Robert was passing the soutar's shop。 He had never
gone near him since his return。 But now； almost mechanically； he
went in at the open door。
'Weel； Robert； ye are a stranger。 But what's the maitter wi' ye？
Faith！ yon was an ill plisky ye played me to brak into my chop an'
steal the bonnie leddy。'
'Sandy；' said Robert； solemnly； 'ye dinna ken what ye hae dune by
that trick ye played me。 Dinna ever mention her again i' my
hearin'。'
'The auld witch hasna gotten a grup o' her again？' cried the
shoemaker； starting half up in alarm。 'She cam here to me aboot the
shune； but I reckon I sortit her！'
'I winna speir what ye said；' returned Robert。 'It's no maitter
noo。'
And the tears rose to his eyes。 His bonny lady！
'The Lord guide 's！' exclaimed the soutar。 'What is the maitter wi'
the bonnie leddy？'
'There's nae bonnie leddy ony mair。 I saw her brunt to death afore
my verra ain een。'
The shoemaker sprang to his feet and caught up his paring knife。
'For God's sake； say 'at yer leein'！' he cried。
'I wish I war leein'；' returned Robert。
The soutar uttered a terrible oath； and swore
'I'll murder the auld。' The epithet he ended with is too ugly to
write。
'Daur to say sic a word in ae breath wi' my grannie；' cried Robert；
snatching up the lapstone； 'an' I'll brain ye upo' yer ain
shop…flure。'
Sandy threw the knife on his stool； and sat down beside it。 Robert
dropped the lapstone。 Sandy took it up and burst into tears； which
before they were half down his face； turned into tar with the
blackness of the same。
'I'm an awfu' sinner；' he said； 'and vengeance has owerta'en me。
Gang oot o' my chop！ I wasna worthy o' her。 Gang oot； I say； or
I'll kill ye。'
Robert went。 Close by the door he met Miss St。 John。 He pulled off
his cap； and would have passed her。 But she stopped him。
'I am going for a walk a little way；' she said。 'Will you go with
me？'
She had come out in the hope of finding him； for she had seen him go
up the street。
'That I wull；' returned Robert； and they walked on together。
When they were beyond the last house； Miss St。 John said；
'Would you like to play on the piano； Robert？'
'Eh； mem！' said Robert； with a deep suspiration。 Then； after a
pause：