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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
The Courting of T’nowhead’s Bell
By J. M. Barrie (1860–1937)
From ‘Auld Licht Idylls’

FOR two years it had been notorious in the square that Sam’l Dickie was thinking of courting T’nowhead’s Bell, and that if little Sanders Elshioner (which is the Thrums pronunciation of Alexander Alexander) went in for her, he might prove a formidable rival. Sam’l was a weaver in the Tenements, and Sanders a coal-carter whose trade-mark was a bell on his horse’s neck that told when coals were coming. Being something of a public man, Sanders had not, perhaps, so high a social position as Sam’l; but he had succeeded his father on the coal-cart, while the weaver had already tried several trades. It had always been against Sam’l, too, that once when the kirk was vacant he had advised the selection of the third minister who preached for it, on the ground that it came expensive to pay a large number of candidates. The scandal of the thing was hushed up, out of respect for his father, who was a God-fearing man, but Sam’l was known by it in Lang Tammas’s circle. The coal-carter was called Little Sanders, to distinguish him from his father, who was not much more than half his size. He had grown up with the name, and its inapplicability now came home to nobody. Sam’l’s mother had been more far-seeing than Sanders’s. Her man had been called Sammy all his life, because it was the name he got as a boy, so when their eldest son was born she spoke of him as Sam’l while still in his cradle. The neighbors imitated her, and thus the young man had a better start in life than had been granted to Sammy, his father.  1
  It was Saturday evening—the night in the week when Auld Licht young men fell in love. Sam’l Dickie, wearing a blue Glengarry bonnet with a red ball on the top, came to the door of a one-story house in the Tenements, and stood there wriggling, for he was in a suit of tweeds for the first time that week, and did not feel at one with them. When his feeling of being a stranger to himself wore off, he looked up and down the road, which straggles between houses and gardens, and then, picking his way over the puddles, crossed to his father’s hen-house and sat down on it. He was now on his way to the square.  2
  Eppie Fargus was sitting on an adjoining dike, knitting stockings, and Sam’l looked at her for a time.  3
  “Is’t yersel, Eppie?” he said at last.  4
  “It’s a’ that,” said Eppie.  5
  “Hoo’s a’ wi’ ye?” asked Sam’l.  6
  “We’re juist aff an’ on,” replied Eppie, cautiously.  7
  There was not much more to say, but as Sam’l sidled off the hen-house, he murmured politely, “Ay, ay.” In another minute he would have been fairly started, but Eppie resumed the conversation.  8
  “Sam’l,” she said, with a twinkle in her eye, “ye can tell Lisbeth Fargus I’ll likely be drappin’ in on her aboot Munday or Teisday.”  9
  Lisbeth was sister to Eppie, and wife of Thomas McQuhatty, better known as T’nowhead, which was the name of his farm. She was thus Bell’s mistress.  10
  Sam’l leaned against the hen-house, as if all his desire to depart had gone.  11
  “Hoo d’ye kin I’ll be at the T’nowhead the nicht?” he asked, grinning in anticipation.  12
  “Ou, I’se warrant ye’ll be after Bell,” said Eppie.  13
  “Am no sae sure o’ that,” said Sam’l, trying to leer. He was enjoying himself now.  14
  “Am no sure o’ that,” he repeated, for Eppie seemed lost in stitches.  15
  “Sam’l?”  16
  “Ay.”  17
  “Ye’ll be speirin’ her sune noo, I dinna doot?”  18
  This took Sam’l, who had only been courting Bell for a year or two, a little aback.  19
  “Hoo d’ye mean, Eppie?” he asked.  20
  “Maybe ye’ll do’t the nicht.”  21
  “Na, there’s nae hurry,” said Sam’l.  22
  “Weel, we’re a’ coontin’ on’t, Sam’l.”  23
  “Gae wa wi’ ye.”  24
  “What for no?”  25
  “Gae wa wi’ ye,” said Sam’l again.  26
  “Bell’s gei an’ fond o’ ye, Sam’l.”  27
  “Ay,” said Sam’l.  28
  “But am dootin’ ye’re a fell billy wi’ the lasses.”  29
  “Ay, oh, I d’na kin, moderate, moderate,” said Sam’l, in high delight.  30
  “I saw ye,” said Eppie, speaking with a wire in her mouth, “gaen on terr’ble wi’ Mysy Haggart at the pump last Saturday.”  31
  “We was juist amoosin’ oorsels,” said Sam’l.  32
  “It’ll be nae amoosement to Mysy,” said Eppie, “gin ye brak her heart.”  33
  “Losh, Eppie,” said Sam’l, “I didna think o’ that.”  34
  “Ye maun kin weel, Sam’l, ’at there’s mony a lass wid jump at ye.”  35
  “Ou, weel,” said Sam’l, implying that a man must take these things as they come.  36
  “For ye’re a dainty chield to look at, Sam’l.”  37
  “Do ye think so, Eppie? Ay, ay; oh, I d’na kin am onything by the ordinar.”  38
  “Ye mayna be,” said Eppie, “but lasses doesna do to be ower partikler.”  39
  Sam’l resented this, and prepared to depart again.  40
  “Ye’ll no tell Bell that?” he asked, anxiously.  41
  “Tell her what?”  42
  “Aboot me an’ Mysy.”  43
  “We’ll see hoo ye behave yersel, Sam’l.”  44
  “No ’at I care, Eppie; ye can tell her gin ye like. I widna think twice o’ tellin’ her mysel.”  45
  “The Lord forgie ye for leein’, Sam’l,” said Eppie, as he disappeared down Tammy Tosh’s close. Here he came upon Henders Webster.  46
  “Ye’re late, Sam’l,” said Henders.  47
  “What for?”  48
  “Ou, I was thinkin’ ye wid be gaen the length o’ T’nowhead the nicht, an’ I saw Sanders Elshioner makkin’s wy there an oor syne.”  49
  “Did ye?” cried Sam’l, adding craftily; “but its naething to me.”  50
  “Tod, lad,” said Henders; “gin ye dinna buckle to, Sanders’ll be carryin’ her off!”  51
  Sam’l flung back his head and passed on.  52
  “Sam’l!” cried Henders after him.  53
  “Ay,” said Sam’l, wheeling round.  54
  “Gie Bell a kiss frae me.”  55
  The full force of this joke struck neither all at once. Sam’l began to smile at it as he turned down the school-wynd, and it came upon Henders while he was in his garden feeding his ferret. Then he slapped his legs gleefully, and explained the conceit to Will’um Byars, who went into the house and thought it over.  56
  There were twelve or twenty little groups of men in the square, which was lighted by a flare of oil suspended over a cadger’s cart. Now and again a staid young woman passed through the square with a basket on her arm, and if she had lingered long enough to give them time, some of the idlers would have addressed her. As it was, they gazed after her, and then grinned to each other.  57
  “Ay, Sam’l,” said two or three young men, as Sam’l joined them beneath the town clock.  58
  “Ay, Davit,” replied Sam’l.  59
  This group was composed of some of the sharpest wits in Thrums, and it was not to be expected that they would let this opportunity pass. Perhaps when Sam’l joined them he knew what was in store for him.  60
  “Was ye lookin’ for T’nowhead’s Bell, Sam’l?” asked one.  61
  “Or mebbe ye was wantin’ the minister?” suggested another, the same who had walked out twice with Chirsty Duff and not married her after all.  62
  Sam’l could not think of a good reply at the moment, so he laughed good-naturedly.  63
  “Ondoobtedly she’s a snod bit crittur,” said Davit, archly.  64
  “An’ michty clever wi’ her fingers,” added Jamie Deuchars.  65
  “Man, I’ve thocht o’ makkin’ up to Bell myself,” said Pete Ogle. “Wid there be ony chance, think ye, Sam’l?”  66
  “I’m thinkin’ she widna hae ye for her first, Pete,” replied Sam’l, in one of those happy flashes that come to some men, “but there’s nae sayin’ but what she micht tak ye to finish up wi’.”  67
  The unexpectedness of this sally startled every one. Though Sam’l did not set up for a wit, however, like Davit, it was notorious that he could say a cutting thing once in a way.  68
  “Did ye ever see Bell reddin’ up?” asked Pete, recovering from his overthrow. He was a man who bore no malice.  69
  “It’s a sicht,” said Sam’l, solemnly.  70
  “Hoo will that be?” asked Jamie Deuchars.  71
  “It’s weel worth yer while,” said Pete, “to ging atower to the T’nowhead an’ see. Ye’ll mind the closed-in beds i’ the kitchen? Ay, weel, they’re a fell spoilt crew, T’nowhead’s litlins, an’ no that aisy to manage. Th’ ither lasses Lisbeth’s ha’en had a michty trouble wi’ them. When they war i’ the middle o’ their reddin up the bairns wid come tumlin’ about the floor, but, sal, I assure ye, Bell didna fash lang wi’ them. Did she, Sam’l?”  72
  “She did not,” said Sam’l, dropping into a fine mode of speech to add emphasis to his remark.  73
  “I’ll tell ye what she did,” said Pete to the others. “She juist lifted up the litlins, twa at a time, an’ flung them into the coffin-beds. Syne she snibbit the doors on them, an’ keepit them there till the floor was dry.”  74
  “Ay, man, did she so?” said Davit, admiringly.  75
  “I’ve seen her do’t myself,” said Sam’l.  76
  “There’s no a lassie maks better bannocks this side o’ Fetter Lums,” continued Pete.  77
  “Her mither tocht her that,” said Sam’l; “she was a gran’ han’ at the bakin’, Kitty Ogilvy.”  78
  “I’ve heard say,” remarked Jamie, putting it this way so as not to tie himself down to anything, “’at Bell’s scones is equal to Mag Lunan’s.”  79
  “So they are,” said Sam’l, almost fiercely.  80
  “I kin she’s a neat han’ at singein’ a hen,” said Pete.  81
  “An’ wi’t a’,” said Davit, “she’s a snod, canty bit stocky in her Sabbath claes.”  82
  “If onything, thick in the waist,” suggested Jamie.  83
  “I dinna see that,” said Sam’l.  84
  “I d’na care for her hair either,” continued Jamie, who was very nice in his tastes; “something mair yallowchy wid be an improvement.”  85
  “A’body kins,” growled Sam’l, “’at black hair’s the bonniest.”  86
  The others chuckled.  87
  “Puir Sam’l!” Pete said.  88
  Sam’l, not being certain whether this should be received with a smile or a frown, opened his mouth wide as a kind of compromise. This was position one with him for thinking things over.  89
  Few Auld Lichts, as I have said, went the length of choosing a helpmate for themselves. One day a young man’s friends would see him mending the washing-tub of a maiden’s mother. They kept the joke until Saturday night, and then he learned from them what he had been after. It dazed him for a time, but in a year or so he grew accustomed to the idea, and they were then married. With a little help, he fell in love just like other people.  90
  Sam’l was going the way of the others, but he found it difficult to come to the point. He only went courting once a week, and he could never take up the running at the place where he left off the Saturday before. Thus he had not, so far, made great headway. His method of making up to Bell had been to drop in at T’nowhead on Saturday nights and talk with the farmer about the rinderpest.  91
  The farm-kitchen was Bell’s testimonial. Its chairs, tables, and stools were scoured by her to the whiteness of Rob Angus’s saw-mill boards, and the muslin blind on the window was starched like a child’s pinafore. Bell was brave, too, as well as energetic. Once Thrums had been overrun with thieves. It is now thought that there may have been only one; but he had the wicked cleverness of a gang. Such was his repute, that there were weavers who spoke of locking their doors when they went from home. He was not very skillful, however, being generally caught, and when they said they knew he was a robber he gave them their things back and went away. If they had given him time there is no doubt that he would have gone off with his plunder. One night he went to T’nowhead, and Bell, who slept in the kitchen, was awakened by the noise. She knew who it would be, so she rose and dressed herself, and went to look for him with a candle. The thief had not known what to do when he got in, and as it was very lonely he was glad to see Bell. She told him he ought to be ashamed of himself, and would not let him out by the door until he had taken off his boots, so as not to soil the carpet.  92
  On this Saturday evening Sam’l stood his ground in the square, until by and by he found himself alone. There were other groups there still, but his circle had melted away. They went separately, and no one said good-night. Each took himself off slowly, backing out of the group until he was fairly started.  93
  Sam’l looked about him, and then, seeing that the others had gone, walked round the town-house into the darkness of the brae that leads down and then up to the farm of T’nowhead.  94
  To get into the good graces of Lisbeth Fargus you had to know her ways and humor them. Sam’l, who was a student of women, knew this, and so, instead of pushing the door open and walking in, he went through the rather ridiculous ceremony of knocking. Sanders Elshioner was also aware of this weakness of Lisbeth, but though he often made up his mind to knock, the absurdity of the thing prevented his doing so when he reached the door. T’nowhead himself had never got used to his wife’s refined notions, and when any one knocked he always started to his feet, thinking there must be something wrong.  95
  Lisbeth came to the door, her expansive figure blocking the way in.  96
  “Sam’l,” she said.  97
  “Lisbeth,” said Sam’l.  98
  He shook hands with the farmer’s wife, knowing that she liked it, but only said, “Ay, Bell,” to his sweetheart, “Ay, T’nowhead,” to McQuhatty, and “It’s yersel, Sanders,” to his rival.  99
  They were all sitting round the fire; T’nowhead with his feet on the ribs, wondering why he felt so warm, and Bell darned a stocking, while Lisbeth kept an eye on a goblet full of potatoes.  100
  “Sit in to the fire, Sam’l,” said the farmer, not, however, making way for him.  101
  “Na, na,” said Sam’l, “I’m to bide nae time.” Then he sat in to the fire. His face was turned away from Bell, and when she spoke he answered her without looking round. Sam’l felt a little anxious. Sanders Elshioner, who had one leg shorter than the other, but looked well when sitting, seemed suspiciously at home. He asked Bell questions out of his own head, which was beyond Sam’l, and once he said something to her in such a low voice that the others could not catch it. T’nowhead asked curiously what it was, and Sanders explained that he had only said, “Ay, Bell, the morn’s the Sabbath.” There was nothing startling in this, but Sam’l did not like it. He began to wonder if he was too late, and had he seen his opportunity would have told Bell of a nasty rumor, that Sanders intended to go over to the Free Church if they would make him kirk-officer.  102
  Sam’l had the good-will of T’nowhead’s wife, who liked a polite man. Sanders did his best, but from want of practice he constantly made mistakes. To-night, for instance, he wore his hat in the house, because he did not like to put up his hand and take it off. T’nowhead had not taken his off either, but that was because he meant to go out by and by and lock the byre door. It was impossible to say which of her lovers Bell preferred. The proper course with an Auld Licht lassie was to prefer the man who proposed to her.  103
  “Yell bide a wee, an’ hae something to eat?” Lisbeth asked Sam’l, with her eyes on the goblet.  104
  “No, I thank ye,” said Sam’l, with true gentility.  105
  “Ye’ll better?”  106
  “I dinna think it.”  107
  “Hoots ay; what’s to hender ye?”  108
  “Weel, since ye’re sae pressin’, I’ll bide.”  109
  No one asked Sanders to stay. Bell could not, for she was but the servant, and T’nowhead knew that the kick his wife had given him meant that he was not to do so either. Sanders whistled to show that he was not uncomfortable.  110
  “Ay, then, I’ll be stappin’ ower the brae,” he said at last.  111
  He did not go, however. There was sufficient pride in him to get him off his chair, but only slowly, for he had to get accustomed to the notion of going. At intervals of two or three minutes he remarked that he must now be going. In the same circumstances Sam’l would have acted similarly. For a Thrums man it is one of the hardest things in life to get away from anywhere.  112
  At last Lisbeth saw that something must be done. The potatoes were burning, and T’nowhead had an invitation on his tongue.  113
  “Yes, I’ll hae to be movin’,” said Sanders, hopelessly, for the fifth time.  114
  “Guid-nicht to ye, then, Sanders,” said Lisbeth. “Gie the door a fling-to ahent ye.”  115
  Sanders, with a mighty effort, pulled himself together. He looked boldly at Bell, and then took off his hat carefully. Sam’l saw with misgivings that there was something in it which was not a handkerchief. It was a paper bag glittering with gold braid, and contained such an assortment of sweets as lads bought for their lasses on the Muckle Friday.  116
  “Hae, Bell,” said Sanders, handing the bag to Bell in an off-hand way, as if it were but a trifle. Nevertheless, he was a little excited, for he went off without saying good-night.  117
  No one spoke. Bell’s face was crimson. T’nowhead fidgeted on his chair, and Lisbeth looked at Sam’l. The weaver was strangely calm and collected, though he would have liked to know whether this was a proposal.  118
  “Sit in by to the table, Sam’l,” said Lisbeth, trying to look as if things were as they had been before.  119
  She put a saucerful of butter, salt, and pepper near the fire to melt, for melted butter is the shoeing-horn that helps over a meal of potatoes. Sam’l, however, saw what the hour required, and jumping up, he seized his bonnet.  120
  “Hing the tatties higher up the joist, Lisbeth,” he said with dignity; “I’se be back in ten meenits.”  121
  He hurried out of the house, leaving the others looking at each other.  122
  “What do ye think?” asked Lisbeth.  123
  “I d’na kin,” faltered Bell.  124
  “Thae tatties is lang o’ comin’ to the boil,” said T’nowhead.  125
  In some circles a lover who behaved like Sam’l would have been suspected of intent upon his rival’s life, but neither Bell nor Lisbeth did the weaver that injustice. In a case of this kind it does not much matter what T’nowhead thought.  126
  The ten minutes had barely passed when Sam’l was back in the farm-kitchen. He was too flurried to knock this time, and indeed Lisbeth did not expect it of him.  127
  “Bell, hae!” he cried, handing his sweetheart a tinsel bag twice the size of Sanders’ gift.  128
  “Losh preserve’s!” exclaimed Lisbeth; “I’se warrant there’s a shillin’s worth.”  129
  “There’s a’ that, Lisbeth—an’ mair,” said Sam’l, firmly.  130
  “I thank ye, Sam’l,” said Bell, feeling an unwonted elation as she gazed at the two paper bags in her lap.  131
  “Ye’re ower extravegint, Sam’l,” Lisbeth said.  132
  “Not at all,” said Sam’l; “not at all. But I wouldna advise ye to eat thae ither anes, Bell—they’re second quality.”  133
  Bell drew back a step from Sam’l.  134
  “How do ye kin?” asked the farmer, shortly; for he liked Sanders.  135
  “I speired i’ the shop,” said Sam’l.  136
  The goblet was placed on a broken plate on the table, with the saucer beside it, and Sam’l, like the others, helped himself. What he did was to take potatoes from the pot with his fingers, peel off their coats, and then dip them into the butter. Lisbeth would have liked to provide knives and forks, but she knew that beyond a certain point T’nowhead was master in his own house. As for Sam’l, he felt victory in his hands, and began to think that he had gone too far.  137
  In the meantime, Sanders, little witting that Sam’l had trumped his trick, was sauntering along the kirk-wynd with his hat on the side of his head. Fortunately he did not meet the minister.  138
  The courting of T’nowhead’s Bell reached its crisis one Sabbath about a month after the events above recorded. The minister was in great force that day, but it is no part of mine to tell how he bore himself. I was there, and am not likely to forget the scene. It was a fateful Sabbath for T’nowhead’s Bell and her swains, and destined to be remembered for the painful scandal which they perpetrated in their passion.  139
  Bell was not in the kirk. There being an infant of six months in the house, it was a question of either Lisbeth or the lassie’s staying at home with him, and though Lisbeth was unselfish in a general way, she could not resist the delight of going to church. She had nine children besides the baby, and being but a woman, it was the pride of her life to march them into the T’nowhead pew, so well watched that they dared not disbehave, and so tightly packed that they could not fall. The congregation looked at that pew, the mothers enviously, when they sung the lines:—
  “Jerusalem like a city is
Compactly built together.”
  The first half of the service had been gone through on this particular Sunday without anything remarkable happening. It was at the end of the psalm which preceded the sermon that Sanders Elshioner, who sat near the door, lowered his head until it was no higher than the pews, and in that attitude, looking almost like a four-footed animal, slipped out of the church. In their eagerness to be at the sermon, many of the congregation did not notice him, and those who did, put the matter by in their minds for future investigation. Sam’l, however, could not take it so coolly. From his seat in the gallery he saw Sanders disappear and his mind misgave him. With the true lover’s instinct, he understood it all. Sanders had been struck by the fine turn-out in the T’nowhead pew. Bell was alone at the farm. What an opportunity to work one’s way up to a proposal. T’nowhead was so overrun with children that such a chance seldom occurred, except on a Sabbath. Sanders, doubtless, was off to propose, and he, Sam’l, was left behind.  141
  The suspense was terrible. Sam’l and Sanders had both known all along that Bell would take the first of the two who asked her. Even those who thought her proud admitted that she was modest. Bitterly the weaver repented having waited so long. Now it was too late. In ten minutes Sanders would be at T’nowhead; in an hour all would be over. Sam’l rose to his feet in a daze. His mother pulled him down by the coat-tail, and his father shook him, thinking he was walking in his sleep. He tottered past them, however, hurried up the aisle, which was so narrow that Dan’l Ross could only reach his seat by walking sideways, and was gone before the minister could do more than stop in the middle of a whirl and gape in horror after him.  142
  A number of the congregation felt that day the advantage of sitting in the laft. What was a mystery to those down-stairs was revealed to them. From the gallery windows they had a fine open view to the south; and as Sam’l took the common, which was a short cut, though a steep ascent, to T’nowhead, he was never out of their line of vision. Sanders was not to be seen, but they guessed rightly the reason why. Thinking he had ample time, he had gone round by the main road to save his boots—perhaps a little scared by what was coming. Sam’l’s design was to forestall him by taking the shorter path over the burn and up the commonty.  143
  It was a race for a wife, and several onlookers in the gallery braved the minister’s displeasure to see who won. Those who favored Sam’l’s suit exultingly saw him leap the stream, while the friends of Sanders fixed their eyes on the top of the common where it ran into the road. Sanders must come into sight there, and the one who reached this point first would get Bell.  144
  As Auld Lichts do not walk abroad on the Sabbath, Sanders would probably not be delayed. The chances were in his favor. Had it been any other day in the week, Sam’l might have run. So some of the congregation in the gallery were thinking, when suddenly they saw him bend low and then take to his heels. He had caught sight of Sanders’s head bobbing over the hedge that separated the road from the common, and feared that Sanders might see him. The congregation who could crane their necks sufficiently saw a black object, which they guessed to be the carter’s hat, crawling along the hedge-top. For a moment it was motionless, and then it shot ahead. The rivals had seen each other. It was now a hot race. Sam’l, dissembling no longer, clattered up the common, becoming smaller and smaller to the onlookers as he neared the top. More than one person in the gallery almost rose to their feet in their excitement. Sam’l had it. No, Sanders was in front. Then the two figures disappeared from view. They seemed to run into each other at the top of the brae, and no one could say who was first. The congregation looked at one another. Some of them perspired. But the minister held on his course.  145
  Sam’l had just been in time to cut Sanders out. It was the weaver’s saving that Sanders saw this when his rival turned the corner; for Sam’l was sadly blown. Sanders took in the situation and gave in at once. The last hundred yards of the distance he covered at his leisure, and when he arrived at his destination he did not go in. It was a fine afternoon for the time of year, and he went round to have a look at the pig, about which T’nowhead was a little sinfully puffed up.  146
  “Ay,” said Sanders, digging his fingers critically into the grunting animal; “quite so.”  147
  “Grumph!” said the pig, getting reluctantly to his feet.  148
  “Ou ay; yes,” said Sanders, thoughtfully.  149
  Then he sat down on the edge of the sty, and looked long and silently at an empty bucket. But whether his thoughts were of T’nowhead’s Bell, whom he had lost forever, or of the food the farmer fed his pig on, is not known.  150
  “Lord preserve’s! Are ye no at the kirk?” cried Bell, nearly dropping the baby as Sam’l broke into the room.  151
  “Bell!” cried Sam’l.  152
  Then T’nowhead’s Bell knew that her hour had come.  153
  “Sam’l,” she faltered.  154
  “Will ye hae’s, Bell?” demanded Sam’l, glaring at her sheepishly.  155
  “Ay,” answered Bell.  156
  Sam’l fell into a chair.  157
  “Bring’s a drink o’ water, Bell,” he said.  158
  But Bell thought the occasion required milk, and there was none in the kitchen. She went out to the byre, still with the baby in her arms, and saw Sanders Elshioner sitting gloomily on the pig-sty.  159
  “Weel, Bell,” said Sanders.  160
  “I thocht ye’d been at the kirk, Sanders,” said Bell.  161
  Then there was a silence between them.  162
  “Has Sam’l speired ye, Bell?” asked Sanders, stolidly.  163
  “Ay,” said Bell again, and this time there was a tear in her eye. Sanders was little better than an “orra man,” and Sam’l was a weaver, and yet—  164
  But it was too late now. Sanders gave the pig a vicious poke with a stick, and when it had ceased to grunt, Bell was back in the kitchen. She had forgotten about the milk, however, and Sam’l only got water after all.  165
  In after days, when the story of Bell’s wooing was told, there were some who held that the circumstances would have almost justified the lassie in giving Sam’l the go-by. But these perhaps forgot that her other lover was in the same predicament as the accepted one—that, of the two, indeed, he was the more to blame, for he set off to T’nowhead on the Sabbath of his own accord, while Sam’l only ran after him. And then there is no one to say for certain whether Bell heard of her suitors’ delinquencies until Lisbeth’s return from the kirk. Sam’l could never remember whether he told her, and Bell was not sure whether, if he did, she took it in. Sanders was greatly in demand for weeks after to tell what he knew of the affair, but though he was twice asked to tea to the manse among the trees, and subjected thereafter to ministerial cross-examinations, this is all he told. He remained at the pigsty until Sam’l left the farm, when he joined him at the top of the brae, and they went home together.  166
  “It’s yersel, Sanders,” said Sam’l.  167
  “It is so, Sam’l,” said Sanders.  168
  “Very cauld,” said Sam’l.  169
  “Blawy,” assented Sanders.  170
  After a pause—  171
  “Sam’l,” said Sanders.  172
  “Ay.”  173
  “I’m hearin’ yer to be mairit.”  174
  “Ay.”  175
  “Weel, Sam’l, she’s a snod bit lassie.”  176
  “Thank ye,” said Sam’l.  177
  “I had ance a kin’ o’ notion o’ Bell mysel,” continued Sanders.  178
  “Ye had?”  179
  “Yes, Sam’l; but I thocht better o’t.”  180
  “Hoo d’ye mean?” asked Sam’l, a little anxiously.  181
  “Weel, Sam’l, mairitch is a terrible responsibeelity.”  182
  “It is so,” said Sam’l, wincing.  183
  “An’ no the thing to take up withoot conseederation.”  184
  “But it’s a blessed and honorable state, Sanders; ye’ve heard the minister on’t.”  185
  “They say,” continued the relentless Sanders, “’at the minister doesna get on sair wi’ the wife himsel.”  186
  “So they do,” cried Sam’l, with a sinking at the heart.  187
  “I’ve been telt,” Sanders went on, “’at gin you can get the upper han’ o’ the wife for awhile at first, there’s the mair chance o’ a harmonious exeestence.”  188
  “Bell’s no the lassie,” said Sam’l, appealingly, “to thwart her man.”  189
  Sanders smiled.  190
  “D’ye think she is, Sanders?”  191
  “Weel, Sam’l, I d’na want to fluster ye, but she’s been ower lang wi’ Lisbeth Fargus no to hae learnt her ways. An’ a’body kins what a life T’nowhead has wi’ her.”  192
  “Guid sake, Sanders, hoo did ye no speak o’ this afoore?”  193
  “I thocht ye kent o’t, Sam’l.”  194
  They had now reached the square, and the U. P. kirk was coming out. The Auld Licht kirk would be half an hour yet.  195
  “But, Sanders,” said Sam’l, brightening up, “ye was on yer wy to spier her yersel.”  196
  “I was, Sam’l,” said Sanders, “and I canna but be thankfu’ ye was ower quick for’s.”  197
  “Gin’t hadna been for you,” said Sam’l, “I wid never hae thocht o’t.”  198
  “I’m sayin’ naething agin Bell,” pursued the other, “but, man Sam’l, a body should be mair deleeberate in a thing o’ the kind.”  199
  “It was michty hurried,” said Sam’l, wofully.  200
  “It’s a serious thing to spier a lassie,” said Sanders.  201
  “It’s an awfu’ thing,” said Sam’l.  202
  “But we’ll hope for the best,” added Sanders, in a hopeless, voice.  203
  They were close to the Tenements now, and Sam’l looked as if he were on his way to be hanged.  204
  “Sam’l?”  205
  “Ay, Sanders.”  206
  “Did ye—did ye kiss her, Sam’l?”  207
  “Na.”  208
  “Hoo?”  209
  “There’s was varra little time, Sanders.”  210
  “Half an ’oor,” said Sanders.  211
  “Was there? Man Sanders, to tell ye the truth, I never thocht o’t.”  212
  Then the soul of Sanders Elshioner was filled with contempt for Sam’l Dickie.  213
  The scandal blew over. At first it was expected that the minister would interfere to prevent the union, but beyond intimating from the pulpit that the souls of Sabbath-breakers were beyond praying for, and then praying for Sam’l and Sanders at great length, with a word thrown in for Bell, he let things take their course. Some said it was because he was always frightened lest his young men should intermarry with other denominations, but Sanders explained it differently to Sam’l.  214
  “I hav’na a word to say agin the minister,” he said; “they’re gran’ prayers, but Sam’l, he’s a mairit man himsel.”  215
  “He’s a’ the better for that, Sanders, isna he?”  216
  “Do ye no see,” asked Sanders, compassionately, “’at he’s tryin’ to mak the best o’t?”  217
  “Oh, Sanders, man!” said Sam’l.  218
  “Cheer up, Sam’l,” said Sanders; “it’ll sune be ower.”  219
  Their having been rival suitors had not interfered with their friendship. On the contrary, while they had hitherto been mere acquaintances, they became inseparables as the wedding-day drew near. It was noticed that they had much to say to each other, and that when they could not get a room to themselves they wandered about together in the churchyard. When Sam’l had anything to tell Bell, he sent Sanders to tell it, and Sanders did as he was bid. There was nothing that he would not have done for Sam’l.  220
  The more obliging Sanders was, however, the sadder Sam’l grew. He never laughed now on Saturdays, and sometimes his loom was silent half the day. Sam’l felt that Sanders’s was the kindness of a friend for a dying man.  221
  It was to be a penny wedding, and Lisbeth Fargus said it was delicacy that made Sam’l superintend the fitting-up of the barn by deputy. Once he came to see it in person, but he looked so ill that Sanders had to see him home. This was on the Thursday afternoon, and the wedding was fixed for Friday.  222
  “Sanders, Sanders,” said Sam’l, in a voice strangely unlike his own, “it’ll a’ be ower by this time the morn.”  223
  “It will,” said Sanders.  224
  “If I had only kent her langer,” continued Sam’l.  225
  “It wid hae been safer,” said Sanders.  226
  “Did ye see the yallow floor in Bell’s bonnet?” asked the accepted swain.  227
  “Ay,” said Sanders, reluctantly.  228
  “I’m dootin’—I’m sair dootin’ she’s but a flichty, licht-hearted crittur, after a’.”  229
  “I had ay my suspeecions o’t,” said Sanders.  230
  “Ye hae kent her langer than me,” said Sam’l.  231
  “Yes,” said Sanders, “but there’s nae gettin’ at the heart o’ women. Man Sam’l, they’re desperate cunnin’.”  232
  “I’m dootin’t; I’m sair dootin’t.”  233
  “It’ll be a warnin’ to ye, Sam’l, no to be in sic a hurry i’ the futur,” said Sanders.  234
  Sam’l groaned.  235
  “Ye’ll be gaein up to the manse to arrange wi’ the minister the morn’s mornin’,” continued Sanders, in a subdued voice.  236
  Sam’l looked wistfully at his friend.  237
  “I canna do’t, Sanders,” he said, “I canna do’t.”  238
  “Ye maun,” said Sanders.  239
  “It’s aisy to speak,” retorted Sam’l, bitterly.  240
  “We have a’ oor troubles, Sam’l,” said Sanders, soothingly, “an’ every man maun bear his ain burdens. Johnny Davie’s wife’s dead, an’ he’s no repinin’.”  241
  “Ay,” said Sam’l, “but a death’s no a mairitch. We hae haen deaths in our family, too.”  242
  “It may a’ be for the best,” added Sanders, “an’ there wid be a michty talk i’ the hale country-side gin ye didna ging to the minister like a man.”  243
  “I maun hae langer to think o’t,” said Sam’l.  244
  “Bell’s mairitch is the morn,” said Sanders, decisively.  245
  Sam’l glanced up with a wild look in his eyes.  246
  “Sanders!” he cried.  247
  “Sam’l!”  248
  “Ye hae been a guid friend to me, Sanders, in this sair affliction.”  249
  “Nothing ava,” said Sanders; “dount mention’t.”  250
  “But, Sanders, ye canna deny but what your rinnin oot o’ the kirk that awfu’ day was at the bottom o’t a’.”  251
  “It was so,” said Sanders, bravely.  252
  “An’ ye used to be fond o’ Bell, Sanders.”  253
  “I dinna deny’t.”  254
  “Sanders, laddie,” said Sam’l, bending forward and speaking in a wheedling voice, “I aye thocht it was you she likit.”  255
  “I had some sic idea mysel,” said Sanders.  256
  “Sanders, I canna think to pairt twa fowk sae weel suited to ane anither as you an’ Bell.”  257
  “Canna ye, Sam’l?”  258
  “She wid make ye a guid wife, Sanders. I hae studied her weel, and she’s a thrifty, douce, clever lassie. Sanders, there’s no the like o’ her. Mony a time, Sanders, I hae said to mysel, There’s a lass ony man micht be prood to tak. A’body says the same, Sanders. There’s nae risk ava, man; nane to speak o’. Tak her, laddie, tak her, Sanders, it’s a grand chance, Sanders. She’s yours for the speirin. I’ll gie her up, Sanders.”  259
  “Will ye, though?” said Sanders.  260
  “What d’ye think?” asked Sam’l.  261
  “If ye wid rayther,” said Sanders, politely.  262
  “There’s my han’ on’t,” said Sam’l. “Bless ye, Sanders; ye’ve been a true frien’ to me.”  263
  Then they shook hands for the first time in their lives; and soon afterward Sanders struck up the brae to T’nowhead.  264
  Next morning Sanders Elshioner, who had been very busy the night before, put on his Sabbath clothes and strolled up to the manse.  265
  “But—but where is Sam’l?” asked the minister. “I must see himself.”  266
  “It’s a new arrangement,” said Sanders.  267
  “What do you mean, Sanders?”  268
  “Bell’s to marry me,” explained Sanders.  269
  “But—but what does Sam’l say?”  270
  “He’s willin’,” said Sanders.  271
  “And Bell?”  272
  “She’s willin’, too. She prefers it.”  273
  “It is unusual,” said the minister.  274
  “It’s a’ richt,” said Sanders.  275
  “Well, you know best,” said the minister.  276
  “You see, the hoose was taen, at ony rate,” continued Sanders. “An’ I’ll juist ging in til’t instead o’ Sam’l.”  277
  “Quite so.”  278
  “An’ I cudna think to disappoint the lassie.”  279
  “Your sentiments do you credit, Sanders,” said the minister; “but I hope you do not enter upon the blessed state of matrimony without full consideration of its responsibilities. It is a serious business, marriage.”  280
  “It’s a’ that,” said Sanders; “but I’m willin’ to stan’ the risk.”  281
  So, as soon as it could be done, Sanders Elshioner took to wife T’nowhead’s Bell, and I remember seeing Sam’l Dickie trying to dance at the penny wedding.  282
  Years afterward it was said in Thrums that Sam’l had treated Bell badly, but he was never sure about it himself.  283
  “It was a near thing—a michty near thing,” he admitted in the square.  284
  “They say,” some other weaver would remark, “’at it was you Bell liked best.”  285
  “I d’na kin,” Sam’l would reply, “but there’s nae doot the lassie was fell fond o’ me. Ou, a mere passin’ fancy’s ye micht say.”  286

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