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sermon。〃
〃What was yon 'at he said aboot the mirracles no bein' teeps？〃 asked
his wife。
〃It was God's trowth 'at；〃 he said。〃
〃Gie me a share o' the same I beg o' ye； Anerew Comin。〃
〃What the man said was this'at the sea 'at Peter gaed oot upo'
wasna first an' foremost to be luikit upon as a teep o' the inward
an' spiritual troubles o' the believer； still less o' the troubles
o' the church o' Christ。 The Lord deals wi' fac's nane the less 'at
they canna help bein' teeps。 Here was terrible fac's to Peter。
Here was angry watter an' roarin' win'； here was danger an' fear：
the man had to trust or gang doon。 Gien the hoose be on fire we
maun trust； gien the watter gang ower oor heids we maun trust； gien
the horse rin awa'； we maun trust。 Him 'at canna trust in siclike
conditions； I wadna gie a plack for ony ither kin' o' faith he may
hae。 God 's nae a mere thoucht i' the warl' o' thoucht； but a
leevin' pooer in a' warl's alike。 Him 'at gangs to God wi' a sair
heid 'ill the suner gang til 'im wi' a sair hert； an' them 'at
thinksna he cares for the pains o' their bodies 'ill ill believe he
cares for the doobts an' perplexities o' their inquirin' speerits。
To my min' he spak the best o' sense！〃
〃I didna hear him say onything like that！〃 said Donal。
〃Did ye no？ Weel； I thoucht it cam frae him to me！〃
〃Maybe I wasna giein' the best heed；〃 said Donal。 〃But what ye say
is as true as the sun。 It stan's to rizzon。〃
The day passed in pleasure and quiet。 Donal had found another
father and mother。
CHAPTER VIII。
THE GATE。
The next day； after breakfast； Donal said to his host
〃Noo I maun pey ye for my shune； for gien I dinna pey at ance； I
canna tell hoo muckle to ca' my ain； an' what I hae to gang by till
I get mair。〃
〃Na； na；〃 returned the cobbler。 〃There's jist ae preejudice I hae
left concernin' the Sawbath…day； I firmly believe it a preejudice；
for siller 's the Lord's tu； but I canna win ower 't： I canna bring
mysel' to tak siller for ony wark dune upo' 't！ Sae ye maun jist be
content to lat that flee stick to the Lord's wa'。 Ye'll du as
muckle for me some day！〃
〃There's naething left me but to thank ye；〃 said Donal。 〃There's the
ludgin' an' the boord； though！I maun ken aboot them 'afore we gang
farther。〃
〃They're nane o' my business；〃 replied Andrew。 〃I lea' a' that to
the gudewife； an' I coonsel ye to du the same。 She's a capital
manager； an' winna chairge ye ower muckle。〃
Donal could but yield； and presently went out for a stroll。
He wandered along the bank of the river till he came to the foot of
the hill on which stood the castle。 Seeing a gate； he approached
it； and finding it open went in。 A slow…ascending drive went
through the trees； round and round the hill。 He followed it a
little way。 An aromatic air now blew and now paused as he went。
The trees seemed climbing up to attack the fortress above； which he
could not see。 When he had gone a few yards out of sight of the
gate； he threw himself down among them； and fell into a reverie。
The ancient time arose before him； when； without a tree to cover
the approach of an enemy； the castle rose defiant and bare in its
strength； like an athlete stripped for the fight； and the little
town huddled close under its protection。 What wars had there
blustered； what rumours blown； what fears whispered； what sorrows
moaned！ But were there not now just as many evils as then？ Let the
world improve as it may； the deeper ill only breaks out afresh in
new forms。 Time itself； the staring； vacant； unlovely time； is to
many the one dread foe。 Others have a house empty and garnished； in
which neither Love nor Hope dwells。 A self； with no God to protect
from it； a self unrulable； insatiable； makes of existence to some
the hell called madness。 Godless man is a horror of the
unfinisheda hopeless necessity for the unattainable！ The most
discontented are those who have all the truthless heart desires。
Thoughts like these were coming and going in Donal's brain； when he
heard a slight sound somewhere near himthe lightest of sounds
indeedthe turning of the leaf of a book。 He raised his head and
looked； but could see no one。 At last； up through the tree…boles on
the slope of the hill； he caught the shine of something white： it
was the hand that held an open book。 He took it for the hand of a
lady。 The trunk of a large tree hid the reclining form。 He would
go back！ There was the lovely cloth…striped meadow to lie in！
He rose quietly； but not quietly enough to steal away。 From behind
the tree； a young man； rather tall and slender； rose and came
towards him。 Donal stood to receive him。
〃I presume you are unaware that these grounds are not open to the
public！〃 he said； not without a touch of haughtiness。
〃I beg your pardon； sir；〃 said Donal。 〃I found the gate open； and
the shade of the trees was enticing。〃
〃It is of no consequence；〃 returned the youth； now with some
condescension； 〃only my father is apt to be annoyed if he sees any
one〃
He was interrupted by a cry from farther up the hill
〃Oh； there you are； Percy！〃
〃And there you are； Davie！〃 returned the youth kindly。
A boy of about ten came towards them precipitately； jumping stumps；
and darting between stems。
〃Take care； take care； Davie！〃 cried the other： 〃you may slip on a
root and fall！〃
〃Oh； I know better than that！But you are engaged！〃
〃Not in the least。 Come along。〃
Donal lingered： the youth had not finish his speech！
〃I went to Arkie；〃 said the boy； 〃but she couldn't help me。 I can't
make sense of this！ I wouldn't care if it wasn't a story。〃
He had an old folio under one arm； with a finger of the other hand
in its leaves。
〃It is a curious taste for a child！〃 said the youth； turning to
Donal； in whom he had recognized the peasant…scholar： 〃this little
brother of mine reads all the dull old romances he can lay his hands
on。〃
〃Perhaps；〃 suggested Donal； 〃they are the only fictions within his
reach！ Could you not turn him loose upon sir Walter Scott？〃
〃A good suggestion！〃 he answered； casting a keen glance at Donal。
〃Will you let me look at the passage？〃 said Donal to the boy；
holding out his hand。
The boy opened the book； and gave it him。 On the top of the page
Donal read； 〃The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia。〃 He had read of
the book； but had never seen it。
〃That's a grand book！〃 he said。
〃Horribly dreary；〃 remarked the elder brother。
The younger reached up； and laid his finger on the page next him。
〃There； sir！〃 he said； 〃that is the place： do tell me what it
means。〃
〃I will try；〃 answered Donal； 〃I may not he able。〃
He began to read at the top of the page。
〃That's not the place； sir！〃 said the boy。 〃It is there。〃
〃I must know something of what goes before it first；〃 returned
Donal。
〃Oh； yes； sir； I see！〃 he answered； and stood silent。
He was a fair…haired boy； with ruddy cheeks and a healthy
looksweet…tempered evidently。
Donal presently saw both what the sentence meant and the cause of
his difficulty。 He explained the thing to him。
〃Thank you！ thank you！ Now I shall get on！〃 he cried； and ran up
the hill。
〃You seem to understand boys！〃 said the brother。
〃I have always had a sort of ambition to understand ignorance。〃
〃Understand ignorance？〃
〃You know what queer shapes the shadows of the plainest things take：
I never seem to understand any thing till I understand its shadow。〃
The youth glanced keenly at Donal。
〃I wish I had had a tutor like you！〃 he said。
〃Why？〃 asked Donal。
〃I should done better。Where do you live？〃
Donal told him he was lodging with Andrew Comin； the cobbler。 A
silence followed。
〃Good morning！〃 said the youth。
〃Good morning； sir！〃 returned Donal； and went away。
CHAPTER IX。
THE MORVEN ARMS。
On Wednesday evening Donal went to The Morven Arms to inquire for
the third time if his box was come。 The landlord said； if a great
heavy tool…chest was the thing he expected； it had come。
〃Donal Grant wad be the name upo' 't；〃 said Donal。
〃'Deed； I didna luik；〃 said the landlord。 〃Its i' the back yard。〃
As Donal went through the house to the yard； he passed the door of a
room where some of the townsfolk sat； and heard the earl mentioned。
He had not asked Andrew anything about the young man he had spoken
with； for he understood that his host held himself not at liberty to
talk about the family in which his granddaughter was a servant。 But
what was said in public he surely might hear！ He requested the
landlord to let him have a bottle of ale； and went into the room and
sat down。
It was a decent parlour with a sanded floor。 Those assembled were a
mixed company from town and country； having a tumbler of
whisky…toddy together after the market。 One of them was a stranger
who had been receiving from the others various pieces of information
concerning the town and its neighbourhood。
〃I min' the auld man weel；〃 a wrinkled gray…haired man was saying as
Donal entered； 〃a varra different man frae this present。 He wud
sit doon as ready as nothat wud hewi' ony puir body like mysel'；
an' gie him his cracks； an' hear his news； an'