Christine: A Fife Fisher Girl Part 28

"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 pa.s.sionately 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 circ.u.mstances, 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 G.o.d is love, and the circ.u.mstances that separated them were of His ordering. And Christine would think no ill of G.o.d, she was sure that life and death, and all things G.o.d 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 antic.i.p.ated 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 pa.s.sing call, you can gie me a vera clear idea o' the same."

So the hastily projected trip became an antic.i.p.atory 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, la.s.sie," 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 antic.i.p.ation? 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 pa.s.s 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?"

"Ay, it's feyther, sure enou'!"

"What for is he coming at this time o' day?"

"He's just in a wave o' excitement, he isna heeding what the clock says."

"What time is it?"

"Not quite four."

"Weel, you hed better put on the kettle; he's used to eating as soon as he comes hame, and if his head is wrang anent the time, his stomach is doubtless wrang anent its eating."

So the women went inside, and Christine put on the kettle, and Margot began to lay the cloth, and set the china on the table. It took Ruleson about half an hour to walk between his boat and his house, but suddenly Margot noticed that he was overdue, and yet not in sight. She called Christine, and they stood together at the land side door, and watched for him. A sudden silence fell between them, they stopped wondering about his delay, and kept their eyes on the road. The time seemed to stand still. Margot went into the house and sat down.

Christine's life seemed to be in her eyes. Every minute was like an hour. "Feyther, Feyther!" she said in an anxious whisper. "Whatna for are you delaying? What at all is keeping you? Come, Feyther!" And to this strong cry of the Inner Woman, he turned a corner, and was in full view.

Christine saw in a moment that something was wrong. "He isna walking like himsel'! He must hae got hurt some way or ither!" and she ran like a deer to meet him.

"Feyther! Feyther! Whatever's ailing you?"

He stood still and looked at her, and she was shocked at his appearance.

"Have you hurt yoursel', Feyther?"

"Something has hurt me. I hae taken a sair cold and shivering. I am ill, la.s.sie. I maun hae a doctor as soon as maybe. I am in a hot and cauld misery. I can hardly draw a breath."

Margot met them at the door. "Feyther is ill, Mither! Where's Jamie?

He will run and tell the Domine. Get feyther into his bed, and if I canna find Jamie, I'll away mysel' for the Domine. Perhaps I had better go to the town for Doctor Fraser."

"Feyther says no! He wants to see the Domine, particular."

"Then I'll waste no time seeking Jamie. I'll go mysel' to the manse, and I'll be back as quick as possible. Keep a brave heart, Mither.

There's only you, till I get back."

Happily she found the Domine more than halfway on his road to Ruleson's. He said he had had a feeling an hour ago, that he was wanted there, and he was angry with himself for not obeying the word given him. Then he took Christine's hand, and they went hurriedly and in silence to the sick man.

"My friend! My dear friend!" he said as he clasped Ruleson's hot hand and listened to his labored breathing, "I am going as fast as I can for Fraser. This is a trouble beyond my skill, and we want you well for the Easter school exercises. The bairns willna be happy missing you. So I'll go quick as I can for Fraser." Then turning to Margot, he said, "Where is Faith Anderson? I thought she was with you."

"She is, but she went to the village to see some o' her auld friends.

She said she would be back by nine o'clock."

"And Jamie? He could go wi' me."

"Faith took Jamie wi' her."

Then he went away, and Margot and Christine stood helplessly beside the suffering man. It grew dark, and no one came, and Christine felt as if she was in some dreadful dream, and could not awaken herself.

They expected Norman about seven, but something detained him, and it was after nine when Faith and Jamie were heard on the hill. They were laughing and talking noisily, and Christine ran to meet, and to silence them. The sick man was growing rapidly worse, and there was no sign of the Domine and the doctor. Indeed it was near midnight when they arrived, and by this time Ruleson was unconscious.

Those who know anything of pneumonia will understand the hard, cruel fight that a man in the perfect health and strength of James Ruleson made for his life. Every step of the disease was contested, and it was only when his wonderful resistance gave out, and his strength failed him, that the doctor and the Domine lost hope. At length, one sunny afternoon, the Domine drew up the window shade, and let the light fall on the still, white face for a minute. Christine was at his side, and he turned to her, and said, "I am going back to the manse for the Blessed Cup of Remembrance. Get the table and bread ready, and tell your mother it is the last time! She must try and eat it with him."

Christine looked at him with her soul in her eyes. She understood all he meant and she merely bowed her head and turned to the dying man. He lay as still as a cradled child. The struggle was over. He had given it up. It was peace at last. Where was James Ruleson at that hour? The Domine had said, "Do not disturb him. We know not what now is pa.s.sing in his soul. Let him learn in peace whatever G.o.d wishes him to learn, in this pause between one life and another."

Margot was on her bed in another room. Christine knelt down at her side, and said gently, "Mither, the great, wonderful hour has come.

The Domine has gane for The Cup. With your ain dear hands you will spread the cloth, and cut the bread, for your last eating wi' him.

And, Mither, you won't cry out, and weep, as those do who have nae hope o' meeting again. You will mak' yoursel' do as the daughters o'

G.o.d do, who call Him 'Feyther'! You'll be strong in the Lord, Mither, and bid Feyther 'good-by,' like those who are sure they will meet to part no more."