Christine: A Fife Fisher Girl Part 22

It is needless to say this letter canceled all faults. Margot was delighted at the prospect of a railway journey, and a visit to Aberdeen. She was going to see for hersel' what a university was like--to see the hundreds o' lads studying for the law and the gospel there--to hae a change in the weary sameness of her hard fisher life.

For a few days she was going to be happy and play, hersel', and see her lad made a gentleman, by the gracious permission o' Her Majesty, Queen Victoria.

The invitation being gladly accepted, Margot had anxious consultations with Christine about her dress. She knew that she was the handsomest woman in Culraine, when she wore her best fishing costume; "but I canna wear the like o' it," she said in a lingering, rather longing tone.

"Na, na, Mither, ye be to dress yoursel' like a' ither ladies. Your gray silk is fine and fitting, but you must hae a new bonnet, and white gloves, and a pair o' patent leather shoon--a low shoe, wi' bows o' black ribbon on the instep. There's few women hae a neater foot than you hae, and we'll gae the morn and get a' things needfu' for your appearance. Feyther hes his kirk suit, and he is requiring naething, if it be not a pair o' gloves."

"He never puts a glove on his hand, Christine."

"Ay, weel, he can carry them in his hand. They are as respectable in his hands, as on them. It is just to show folk that he can afford to glove his hands, if he wants to do it. That is maistly what people wear fine claes of all kinds for. They would be happier i' their ivery day loose and easy suits, I'm thinking," said Christine.

"I wonder why Neil didna ask you, Christine. You helped him many a weary hour to the place he is now standing on. If he had not asked anyone else, he ought to hae bidden you to his finishing and honoring. Why didn't he do that proper thing? Hae ye ony quarrel wi'

him?"

"Not a word oot o' place between us. I wrote him a four-page letter three days syne."

"What's the matter, then?"

"He's feared for me, Mither. He's feared his friend Reginald will do as Angus did, fa' in love wi' me, and then get oot o' love wi' him.

Men are silly as bairns anent some things. I'm not carin', Mither.

Someone must bide at hame, and look after wee Jamie, and you yoursel'

will be mair contented if you ken I am here to tak' tent o' the house and bairn, and the lave o' things."

"Ay, it's better. You canna leave a house its lane, any mair than a bairn. The ane will get into dole and mischief, as quick as the ither.

You'll be minding Polly Cromarty's bit cottage, taking fire and burning to the ground, and not a man, woman, or bairn near it. And Bella Simpson the same, and Kate Dalrymple losing a' her savings, and the house locked and barr'd and naebody in it, or near it. I'll go to Aberdeen real happy if you are watching the house, while I'm awa'

playing, mysel'."

So there was a week of happy preparation, and then on a fine Monday morning Mr. and Mrs. Ruleson went to Aberdeen. Margot was satisfied to leave her house in Christine's care, but at the last hour, she had discovered another likelihood of trouble. It was the herring.

"They are maistly twa weeks earlier, or later than looked for, Christine," she said, "and, of course, they'll be earlier this year. I wouldn't wonder that when we reach Aberdeen, we'll find them there, if they arena at Culraine itsel'. And if feyther's boat isna leading, it will be that meddlesome Peter Brodie's boat--and that would rile me a'

the year through."

"Mither, it is too soon for the herrin'. You needna fret yoursel'

anent the herrin'. If there are any signs o' the feesh, I'll gie young Donald Grant a smile, and he'll watch for them night and day to pleasure me. I'll not let Peter hae a chance to find them."

"That's a' right."

And when they were fairly gone and out o' sight, Christine sat down to consider, and to draw her personality together. She felt as if there were half-a-dozen Christines, and she was equally conscious of an unusual house. Its atmosphere was intense and restless, and slightly dissatisfied. Christine considered it for a few moments, and then said, "Nae wonder! Everything in it is tapsalterie, and I'll just go through it, and make it tidy and clean, and proper for the hame-coming."

At Aberdeen railway station they found Neil waiting for them. He took them to the house he called "home." It was a very respectable house, in a very respectable quarter of the city, kept by Mrs. Todd, a sea-captain's widow, a woman with "relatives weel kent, and o' the better cla.s.s o' folk." She took to Margot, and Margot, with some reservations, took to her. Ruleson was anxious to see the city. From the small window in his railway carriage his eyes had rested upon its granite towers and spires, and he went with Neil to walk down Maraschal and Union Streets, the latter being a most splendid roadway, with houses and pavements of gray granite. For a full mile's length, the street looked as if it had been cut and fashioned out of the solid rock, for the mortar used could not be seen. There were splendid shops on these streets, but there was no sign of a circus, nor of any other place of amus.e.m.e.nt.

Sitting at tea with the captain's widow, he named this fact. "I saw naething o' a circus," he said, "and a man with whom I talked a few minutes said there were no theaters or concert halls, or the like o'

such places, in Aberdeen."

"Just sae," answered the widow, "we hae nae amus.e.m.e.nts here, but preaching, preaching!"

"Gudeman, why were you seeking information anent amus.e.m.e.nts? They arena in your way."

"I was just makin' a few interrogatories, Margot. I wanted to ken how the people pa.s.sed their days. I didna see any sign o' manufactories.

What do they mak' then in Aberdeen?"

Ruleson looked pointedly at the widow as he spoke, and she answered with an air of quiet superiority. "Aberdeen mak's men--men out o' the raw material, for a' the marts and markets o' the warld. We hae lads to be made men o' frae every part o' Scotland; for poor lads can get here the best o' learning for sma' cost. They can hae board for five shilling a week, and the professors' fees are only seven or eight pounds a session. A twenty-five-pound bursary will pay all expenses.

Many of the poor students board themselves, and a great deal can be done on porridge and milk, and fish, and meal. And we hae the gentry, too, Sir! plenty of rich lads, as well as poor ones, and the one kind helps the ither."

Ruleson saw both kinds the next day--hundreds of braw young lads, running over with the joyous spirit of youth. Hard to control, yet thoroughly under control, they filled the large university hall with an almost intoxicating influence of life. You could not feel old while breathing it. Yet it all seemed very much like a church meeting to Margot, until Neil stepped to the front of the crowded platform. That sight brought her heart and soul home, and she laid her hand on her husband's hand, and sat still to listen.

He looked handsome and gentlemanly, and held a folded paper in his hand. Bowing to the professors, the provost, and the other dignitaries surrounding him, he then turned a smiling face to the audience, and commenced his speech. It was a very learned discussion on a point of law then causing international argument, and as his various points reached their climax, he was warmly applauded. At its close many stood up in their enthusiasm to honor him, and in the midst of this excitement, the president of the Maraschal handed him, with the set formula, the credentials which made Neil Ruleson one of Her Majesty's gentlemen and councilors-at-law.

Neil's father sat motionless, but his grave face changed like the pages of a book which are being turned. Margot was almost hysterical.

She covered her face and wept, and all eyes were turned on her, and every heart said to itself, "She will be the lad's mother." And coming out of the hall, many nodded to her and smiled. They wanted her to feel that they rejoiced with her. Outside the university, Neil joined his father and mother, and as he pa.s.sed through the crowd, with his mother on his arm, he was hailed with the congratulations both of those who knew him, and those who did not know him.

It was a wonderful hour to the Ruleson party, and perhaps only James Ruleson had any shadow of regret in it. He did not once voice this regret, but it was present to his thoughts and imagination. Neil as a gentleman of Scotland and a member of the Scottish bar was a great honor, but Oh, if he had seen him in the minister's gown and bands, and heard his first sermon, how much greater his joy! How much prouder of his son's success he would have been!

But he said nothing to Margot which could dim her satisfaction.

Mrs. Todd did that quite sufficiently. She spoke with contempt o'

the fool-like way Aberdeen folk went on, every time a lad happened to get a degree, or a bit o' school honor; and the thing happening a'

the time, as it were. She made Margot feel by her short, cool remarks, that Neil's triumph might, after all, be an ordinary affair, and for a little season took all the glory out of Neil's achievement, though in doing so, she was careful of the reputation of her native city, and candidly admitted that in spite of a' their well-kent scholarship, Aberdeeners were kindly folk, aye ready to gie a shout o' encouragement to a new beginner.

Margot, however, quickly readjusted the dampened and discouraged feeling Mrs. Todd's opinions induced. "She's just jealous, because Neil is a Fife lad. That's a' there is to her say-so! I hae heard often that Aberdeeners were a jealous folk. I'm saying naething against their kindliness. They hae treated Neil weel, and nae doubt they understood weel enou' what they were doing."

Neil spent most of the day with his parents, but about six in the evening he came to them in full evening dress, and said he was going to the Rath's hotel. "They have a dinner in my honor," he continued, "and the Provost's son, and several important people will be there; and I am to be introduced to the Hepburn of Hepburn Braes, a great n.o.bleman in these parts. There will be ladies, too, of course, and I, am expecting a profitable and pleasant evening." And though Margot was quite elated over her son's great friends, Ruleson would have been far prouder had he known Neil was going to take the chair at a session of elders connected with some kirk of which Neil was the Domine.

The next morning they returned to Culraine with hearts full of memories for which they could thank G.o.d, and they found their son Allan sitting at their fireside. As soon as Allan saw them enter, he rose and went to them, and took their hands in his hands, and said in a voice trembling with emotion, "Father! Mother! Your kindness to my little lad has made you father and mother twice over to me." Then what a happy hour followed! For as they were sitting down to their evening meal, the Domine entered. He had heard of Allan's visit and had become anxious about the child, lest he might be taken from them. And it was during these troubled hours he bethought him of the necessity for a legal adoption of little Jamie by his grandfather and himself, a plan taken into consideration that very night, and within the next three months made binding as book and bond could fix it.

The Domine was a welcome addition to the family party. He slipped with a smile into Christine's place, and she rose and served them with grace and sweetness. And as she went softly around the table, replenishing emptied plates, and refilling teacups, saying nothing, but seeing to everyone's comfort, her beauty took on an extraordinary charm. Woman, or rather ministering angel, she seemed, and it was strange that all present took her beautiful service, as things of spiritual beauty are usually taken, without much notice. Yet she was that night the golden band around the table, that kept the sweet influences of the meal peaceful and unbroken from the beginning to the end of it. A few happy hours followed, and then the Domine took Allan back to the manse with him. "They are a' tired here," he said, "but you and I, Allan, can talk the night awa'."

This they did, but there were only two or three sentences in their long conversation which concern this story. They referred to the happy family life of the Rulesons. "I never go to your father's house, Allan," said the Domine, "without regretting that I did not marry. I have come to the conclusion that marriage is Nature's way of coaxing the best out of us. A man puts his back into the uplift for wife and children, for to make them happy is better than riches or fame."

"Still you might have made a mistake, Sir."

"Earth would be heaven, Allan, if we never made mistakes. But in spite of mistakes, men live contented with the world, and happy with each other."

CHAPTER VIII

AN UNEXPECTED MARRIAGE

The tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry.

The little enthusiasm incident to Neil's success did not last long, for

Joy's the shyest bird, Mortal ever heard, Listen rapt and silent when he sings; Do not seek to see, Less the vision be But a flutter of departing wings.

And if it is not tightly clasped, and well guarded, it soon fades away, especially if doubt or question come near it. The heart, which is never weary of recalling its sorrows, seems to have no echo for its finer joys. This, however, may be our own fault. Let us remember for a moment or two how ruthlessly we transfer yesterday into today, and last week into this week. We have either no time or no inclination to entertain joys that have pa.s.sed. They are all too quickly retired from our working consciousness, to some dim, little-visited nook in our memory. And taken broadly, this is well. Life is generally precious, according to the strength and rapidity of its flow, and change is the splendid surge of a life of this kind. A perfect life is then one full of changes. It is also a safe life, for it is because men have no changes, that they fear not G.o.d.

Now the people of this little fishing village had lives lined with change. Sudden deaths were inevitable, when life was lived on an element so full of change and peril as the great North Sea. Accidents were of daily occurrence. Loss of boats and nets reduced families to unlooked-for poverty. Sons were constantly going away to strange seas and strange countries, and others, who had been to the Arctic Ocean, or the ports of Australia, coming back home. The miracle of the son's being dead and being alive again, was not infrequently repeated.

Indeed all the tragedies and joys of life found their way to this small hamlet, hidden among the rocks and sand dunes that guard the seas of Fife.