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PuBLieHKD ,BT HARPER & BROTHERS, New Toek. 1^ Any of the above works will be sen* by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United Satei, Canada, or Mexico, on receipt of the price. KIRSTEEN. THE STORY OF A SCOTCH FAMILY, SEVENTY YEARS AGO. part IT. CHAPTER I. " Where is Kirsteen ?" " Deed, mem, I canna tell you ; and if you would be guided by me you wouldna wail and cry for Kirsteen, night and day. You're getting into real ill habits with her to do everything for you. And the poor lassie has not a meenit to Jiersel'. She's on the run from morning to night. Bring me this, and get me that. I ken you're, very weakly and life's a great trouble, but I would fain have ye take a little thought for her too." Mrs. Douglas looked as if she might cry under Marg'ret's reproof. She was a pale, pink woman, seated in a large, high easy-chair, so called, something like a porter's chair. It was not particularly easy, but it was filled with pillows, and was the best that the local- , ity and the time could supply. Her voice had a sound of tears in it as she replied : "If you were as weak as I am, Marg'ret, and pains from head to foot, yon would know better — and not grudge me the only comfort I have." " Me grudge ye ainything ! no for the world ; except just that bairn's time and a' her life that might be at its brightest; but, poor thing, poor thing !" said Marg'ret, shaking her head. The scene was the parlor at Drumcarro, in the wilds of Argyll- shire, the speakers the mistress of the house dejure, and she who was at the head of affairs de facto, Marg'ret the housekeeper, cbok, lady's maid, and general manager of everything. Mrs. Douglas h^d brought Marg'ret with her as her maid when she came to Drumcarro as a bride some thirty years before ; but, as she went 1 2 - KIKSTEEN. on having child after child for nearly twenty years, without much stanjina of either mind or body to support that continual strain, Marg'ret had gradually become more and more the deputy and representative, the real substitute of the feminine head of the house. Not much was demanded of that functionary so far as the managenient of its wider affairs went. Her husband was an arbitrary and high-tempered man, whose will was absolute in the family, who took counsel with no one, and who, after the few complaisances of a grim honeymoon, let his wife drop into the harmless position of a nonentity, which, indeed, was that which was best fitted for her. All her active duties, one by one, had fallen into the hands of Marg'ret, whose first tender impulse to save the mistress whom she loved from toils unfitted for her had gradually developed into the self-confidence and universal assump- tion of an able and energetic housekeeper, born to organize and administer. Marg'ret did not know what these fine words meant, but she knew " her work," as she would have said, and by degrees had taken everything in the house and many things outside it into her hands. It was to her that the family went for everything, who was the giver of all indulgences, the only person who dared speak to " the maister " when clothes were wanted or any new thing. She was an excellent cook, a good manager, combining all the qualities that make a house comfortable, and she was the only one in the house who was not afraid of " the maister,'' of whom, on the contrary, he stood in a little awe. A wife cannot throw up her situation with the certainty of finding another at a moment's notice as a good housekeeper can do — even if she has spirit enough to entertain such an idea. And poor Mrs. Douglas had no spirit, no health, little brains to begin with, and none left now, after thirty years of donaestic tyranny and " a bairn-time " of fourteen children. What could such a poor soul do but fall into invalidism with so many excellent reasons constantly recurring for adopting the habits of that state and its pathos and helplessness ? especially with Marg'ret to fall back upon, who, though she would sometimes speak her mind to her mistress, nursed and tended, watched over and guarded her with the most unfailing care. Drumcarro him- self (as he liked to be called) scarcely dared to be very uncivil to his wife in Marg'ret's presence. He knew better than to quarrel with the woman who kept so much comfort with so little expense in his spare yet crowded house. " Who is your ' poor thing, poor thing ' ?" said a cheerful voice. KIESTEEN. 3 with a mimicry of Marg'ret's manner and her accent (for Marg'ret said poor as if it were written with a French u, that sounded diffi- cult to English lips); "would it be the coUey dogue or the canary- bird, or maybe the mistress of the house 3" Marg'ret turned round upon the only antagonist in the house who could hold head against her, or whom she could not crush at a blow — --Kirsteen, the second daughter, who came in at this mo- ment, quite softly, but with a sudden burst open of the door, a sort of compromise between the noise it would have been natural to her to make and the quietness essential to the invalid's comfort. She was a girl of nearly twenty, a daughter of the hills, strongly built, not slim, but trim, with red hair and brown eyes and a won- derful complexion, the pure whiteness like milk which so often goes with those ruddy locks, and the color of health and fine air on her cheeks. I would have darkened and smoothed my Kir- steen's abundant hair if I could, for in those days nobody admired it. The type of beauty to which the palm was given was the pale and elegant type, with hair like night and starry eyes either blue' or dark ; and accordingly Kirsteen Was not considered a pretty girl, though there were many who liked her looks in spite of her red hair, which was how people expressed their opinion then. It was so abundant and so vigorous and full of curl that it cost her all the trouble in the world to keep it moderately tidy, whereas " smooth as satin " was the required perfection of ladies' locks. Her eyes were brown, not nearly dark enough for the requirements of the time, a kind of hazel, indeed, sometimes so full of light that they dazzled the spectator and looked like gold — also quite out of ac- cordance with he canons of the day. She was slightly freckled ; she was, as I have said, strongly built ; and in the dress pf the time, a very short bodice and a very straight and scanty skirt, her proportions were scarcely elegant, but her waist was round, if not very small, and her arms, in their short sleeves, shapely and well- formed, and whiter than might have been expected from their con- stant exposure to air and sun, for Kirsteen only put on her gloves on serious occasions. The air of health and brightness and vigor about her altogether made her appearance like that of a burst of sunshine into this very shady place. "Deed," said Marg'ret, putting her hands on each side of her own substantial waist in a way which has always been supposed to imply a certain defiance, " It was just you yoursel'." " Me !" the girl cried, with a sort of suppressed shout. She cast 4 KIBSTEEN. a laughing glance round with an apparent attempt to discover some cause for the pity. " What have I done wrong now ?" Then her eyes came back to the troubled, almost whimpering, pathos of her mother's looks, and a cloud came over her bright countenance. " What has she been saying, mother, about me 1" " She says I'm crying on you for something day and night, and that you never have a minute to yourself; and oh, Bjrsteen, my dear, I fear it's true." Kirsteen put her arms akimbo too, and confronted Marg'ret with laughing defiance. They were not unlike each other, both of them types of powerful and capable womanhood, the elder purely and strongly practical, the other touched with fancy and poetry and perhaps" some of the instincts of gentle blood, though neither in father nor mother were there many graces to inherit. " You arfe just a leein' woman," said the girl with a flash of her bright eyes. " Why, it's my life ! What would I do without my Minnie ? — as the song says." And she began to sing in a fresh, sweet, but un- cultivated voice : " ' He turned him right and round about, Said, " Scorn not at my mither, True loves I may get mony an ane But Minnie ne'er anither." ' " Before Kirsteen's song came to an end, however, her eyes sud- denly filled with tears. " What were you wanting, mother," she said hastily as she dropped the tune which was a very simple one, " to make her speak ?" " Oh, I was wanting nothing, nothing in particular. I was want- ing my pillows shifted a little, and the big plaiden shawl for my knees, and one of my wires that fell out of my reach, and my other clew, for I'm nearly at the end of this one. Ay ! that's better ; there is nobody that knows how to make me comfortable but you." For Kirsteen in the meantime had begun to do, with swift and noiseless care, all that was wanted, finding the clew, or ball of worsted for the stocking her mother was knitting, as she swept past to get the big shawl, on her way to the side of the chair where she arranged the pillows with deft, accustomed skill. It did not take a minute to supply all these simple requirements. Marg'ret looked on, without moving while all was done, and caught the look, half-soothed, half-peevish, which the invalid cast -round to see if there were not something else that she wanted. " You may put down that book ofi the mantelpiece that Robbie left there," Mrs. KIESTEEN. 5 Douglas said, finding nothing else to suggest ; "it will curl up at the corners, and your father will be illrpleased — " " Well," said Marg'ret, " now ye've got your slave, I'm thinking yeVe nae mair need of me, and there's the grand supper to think of, that the maister's aye sae keen about. When will ye have markit a' thae things, Miss Kirsteen ? For I maun see to the lad- . die's packing before it's ower late." " There's the last half-dozen of handkerchiefs to do ; but I'll not take long, and they're small things that can go into any corner. I'll do them now," said Kirsteen, with a little sigh. " There's nae hurry." Marg'ret paused a little, then caught the girl by the sleeve, "Just take another turn in the bonnie afternoon be- fore the sun's down," she said in a low tone, " there's plenty of time. Run away, my bonnie lamb. I'll see the mistress wants naething." " And you that have the supper and the packing and all on your hands ! No, no. I'll do them now. You may go to your work," said Kirsteen with a look half tender, half peremptory. She car- ried her wo'rk to the window and set down there with the white handkerchiefs in her hand. " And what color will you mark them in, Kirsteen ? You tave neither cotton nor silk to do it." • Kirsteen raised her head and pulled out a long thread of her red hair. " I am going to do it in this color," she said, with a slight blush and smile. It was not an unusual little' piece of sentiment in those days, and the mother accepted it calmly. " My color of hair," she said, smoothing with a little complai- sance her scanty dark locks under her cap, " was more fit for that than yours, Kirsteen, but Robbie will like to have it all the same." Kirsteen laughed a little consciously while she proceeded with her work. She was quite willing to allow that a thread of her^ mother's dark hair would be better. " I will do one with yours for Robbie," she said, " and the rest with mine." " But they're all for Robbie," said the mother. " Yes, yes," Kirsteen replied, with again that conscious look, the color mantling to her cheeks, a soft moisture filling her, eyes. The handkerchief was marked in fine, delicate little cross stitches upon the white cambric, and though Mrs. Douglas's dark hair was like a spider's web, the red of Kirsteen's shone upon the fine fabric like a thread of gold. The handkerchiefs were not yet finished when two young men came into the roomi, one so like Kirsteen that there was no diffi- 6 KIRSTEEN. culty in identifying him as her brother, the other a swarthy youth a little older, tall and strong and well-tnit. Bobbie was on the eve of his start in life, leaving home, and Ronald Drummojid, who was the son of a gentleman in the neighborhood, was going with him. They were both bound with commissions in the Compa- ny's service for India, where half of the long-legged youths, sons of little Highland lairds and Lowland gentlemen, with good blood and plenty of pride and no money, the Quentin Durwards of the early nineteenth century, found an appropriate career. The period was that of the brief peace which lasted only so long as Napoleon was at Elba, long enough, however, to satisfy the young men that there was to be no chance of renewed fighting nearer hotne and to make them content with their destination. They had been bred for this destination from their cradles, and Robbie Douglas at least was not sorry to escape from the dulness of Drumcarro to a larger life. Several of his brothers were abeady in India, and the young- er ones looked to no other fate but that of following. As for the girls, they did not count for much. He was sorry to say good- bye to Kirsteen, but that did not weigh down his heart. He was in high excitement, eager about his new outfit, his uniform, all the novel possessions which were doubly enchanting to a boy who had never before possessed anything of his own. He was eighteen, and to become all at once a man, an officer, an independent indi- viduality, was enough to turn the head of any youth. Ronald Drummond was different. He was going from a much more genial home ; he had already tasted the sweets of indepen- dence, having served in the last campaign in the Peninsula and^ been wounded, which was a thing that raised him still higher in the scale of life than the three years' advantage in respect of age ,which he had over his young comrade. He was neither so cheer- ful nor so much excited as Robbie. He came and stood over Kir- steen as she drew closer and closer to the window to end her work before the light had gone. " You are working it with your hair !" he said, suddenly, per- ceiving the nature of the long curling thread with which she threaded her needle. " Yes," she said, demurely, holding up her work to the light. " What did you think it was ?" " I thought it was gold thread," he said. And then he took up one of the handkerchiefs already completed from the table. " R. D.," he said; " that's my name, too." KIRSTEEN. 1 " So it is," said Kirsteen, as if she had now discovered the fact for the first time. " Nobody will do anything like that for me," he added, pathet- ically. " Oh, Eonald ! if not the hairs of their heads but the heads themselves would do ye good ye should have them — and that ye know." " It is very true," said Eonald, " and thank you, Kirsteen, for reminding me how good they are ; but," he added, after a. mo- ment, in a low voice, " they are not you." She gave vent to a very feeble laugh which was full of emotion. " No, they could not be that," she said. " And K. D. is my name too," said the young man. " Kirsteen !" She looked up at him for a moment in the light that was fading slowly out of the skies. He had taken one of the handkerchiefs from the pile, and, touching her sleeve with one hand to call her attention, put the little glistening letters to his lips and then placed the handkerchief carefully in the breast pocket of his coat. Stand- ing as he did, shutting out, ^s she complained, all the light from Mrs. Douglas, this little action was quite unseen, except by the one person who was intended to see it. Kirsteen could make no reply nor objection, for her heart was too full for speech. Her trem- bling hand, arrested in its work, dropped into his for a moment. He whispered something else, she scarcely knew what — and then Marg'ret marched into the room with the two candles which were all the lights ever used in Drumcarro parlor, and all was over and done. CHAPTEE n. There was " a grand supper," as Marg'ret had announced, at Drumcarro this evening, for which, though it was almost entirely a family party, solemn preparations were being made. The house was full of an unusual odor of good cheer ; unusual goings and comings through the house betrayed the excitement and sense of a great event approaching which was diffused through the family. On ordinary occasions the family dinner took place between two and three o'clock in the afternoon, followed by tea at seven, with much wealth of scones and jam, new-laid eggs and other home produce — and the day ended for the elders by the production of 8 KIRSTEEN. "the tray," with its case of spirit-bottles and accompanying hot water. Now and then by times, however, this great ceremonial of a supper took place, always on the eve of the departure of one of the boys to mate his fortune in the world. These occasions were consequently not surrounded by the brightest recollections to the grown-up portion of the family, or to their mother. The sup- per, indeed, to her was a feast of tears, probably as great, though a more usual indulgence than the other characteristics of the festi- val. It was rarely that Mrs. Douglas ventured to weep in presence of her lord, but on that night he said nothing; made no comment upon her red eyes, and suffered the whimper in her voice without any harsh, " Hold your tongue, woman !" such as usually subdued her. And it was recognized in the house that it was the mother's rdle and privilege on these occiasions to cry. The children were not disturbed by it as they might have been by tears which they were less accustomed to see shed. The dining-room was the best room in Drumcarro, as in many Scotch houses of the kind, being recognized as the real centre of life, the special room of " the maister " and the scene of all the greater events in the family. There were two windows in it, which, at a time when the existence of the window-tax curtailed the light, was of itself a fine feature, and it was well-sized and not badly furnished, with a multitude of substantial mahogany chairs, side- board, cellaret, and a long dining-table of very dark mahogany, shining like a black mirror, which was capable of being drawn out to almost any length, and which had attained the very highest polish of which wood was capable. Covered with a dazzling white cloth, lighted with four candles — a most unusual splendor — set in the silver candlesticks, which were the pride of the family, and surrounded by all the Douglases who still remained at home, it was an imposing sight. Flowers had not yet been thought of as decorations of a table ; such frivolities were far in the depths of time. A large square dish set in a high stand of plated silver, with straggling branches extending from it on every side, each of which contained a smaller dish full of confectionery, pieces of colored " rock " from Edinburgh, and sweeties procured from " the mer- chant's ", for the occasion, occupied the centre of the table. It was called the epergne, and was considered very splendid. The central dish was piled high with ruddy apples, which gave an agreeable piece of color, if any one had thought of such fantastic folly. The four candlesticks, each with a pair of snuffers in its tray KIRSTEEN. 9 placed between them, completed the decorative portion of the table. The candles were not the delicate articles which advancing civili- zation has learned how to produce, but smoky " moulds " which tinged the atmosphere with a perceptible emanation, especially when they stood in need of snuffing. They threw a ruddy light upon the faces closely assembled roulid the board, bringing out most fully those of the more youthful members of the family, and fading dismally towards the ends of the long table at which the principal personages were placed. There were but two visitors of the party, one the minister, invited in right of having more or less superintended Eobbie's studies, such as they were, and seated on Mrs. Douglas's right hand; the other an old Miss Douglas known as Aunt Eeleti, from whom there were certain expectations, and who occupied a similar place of honor by the side of Drumcarro. The hero of the evening was at his father's left hand. The rest of the party were Mary the eldest daughter, Jeanie the youngest, Kirsteen, and two boys aged fourteen and twelve respectively, the remaining sons of the house. The fare was excellent, and in another region might have been thought luxurious ; but it was im- possible to conceal that the large dish of delicious trout which stood smoking before Mrs. Douglas, and the corresponding heca- tomb of grouse to which her husband helped the company after the trout had been disposed of, came from the loch and the moor on Drumcarro estate, and therefore were as much home produce as the eggs and the cream. This fact elicited a somewhat sharp criticism from Miss Eelen at the foot of the table. " The grouse is no doubt very good," she Said, " and being to the manner born as ye may say, I never tire of it ; but for a genteel supper like what you have always given to the lads — " " Faith," said the laird, " they'll find it most genteel where they're going. The Englishmen will think it the finest table in the world when they hear we have grouse every day ; and Robbie's no bound to condescend upon the number of other dishes. I know what I am doing." " No doubt, no doubt : I was only making a remark. Now I think a bit of cod from the sea or a made dish of fine coUops, or just a something tossed up with a bit of veal, they're more genteel -^and I know that's what you're always thinking of, Neil — of course, for the boys' sakes — " "There's a made dish coming, mem," said Merran, who was waiting. 10 KIRSTEEN. " Oh, there's a made dish coming ! I thought Marg'ret would mind what was for the credit of the house. Bobbie, my man, ye ought to feel yourself a great personage with all the phrase that's made for you. When Sandy went away, w;ho was the first, there was nothing but a haggis — ^but we've learned many things since then." " A haggis is a very good thing ; it's fit for a king's table." " But not what you would call refined nor genteel. Give me the leg and a piece of the back — there's more taste in it. I hope you will always be grateful to your father for giving ye such a grand set out." " I think," said the minister at the other end, " that you and Drumcarro, mem, give yourselves more and more trouble every son that leaves ye. This is the fifth I have seen." " Oh, don't say me, Mr. Pyper," said the mother. " I know just nothing about it — when your son's going away, and ye think ye may never set eyes on him again, who's to think of eating and drinking ? He may do it, but not me." " That's very true," said Mr. Pyper. " Still to give the lad a something pleasurable to look back upon, a last feast, so to speak, has many points in its favor. A lad's mind is full of materialism, as you may call it, and he will mind all the faces round the friend- ly board." "It's not very friendly to me," said the mother, with a sob, " my four bonny boys all away, and now Robbie. It just breaks my heart." " But what would you do with them, mem, if they were here ?" said the sensible minister ; " four big men, for they're all men by this time, about the house ? No, no, my dear leddy, you must not complain. Such fine openings for them all! and every one getting on." " But what does that matter to me, Mr. Pyper, if I am never to see one of them ^gain ?" " Oh, yes, mem, it matters — oh, ay, it matters much. The young of no species, much less the human, can bide at home. Fathers and mothers in the lower creation just throw them off and there's an end. But you do more than that. You put them in the best way of doing for themselves, and the king himself cannot do better. Alas !" said the minister, " no half so well decent man — for look at all these young princes, one wilder than the other. And every one of yours doing so well." KIRSTEEN. 11 "Oh, yes, they're doing well enough — but such a long way away. And me so delicate. And Robbie never quite strong since he had the measles. It's borne in upon me that I will never see him again." "You need not say it, mother," said Kirsteen, "for that's what nobody can know ; and it's just as likely he may be sent home with despatches or some great grandee take a fancy to him and bring him back. And when we're sitting some day working our stockings he'll come linking in by the parlor door." " Oh, you're just as light as air," said the mother ; " there's nothing serious in ye. Yoii think going to India is just like go- ing to the fair." Kirsteen darted a quick glance at her mother, but said no more. Her eyes kept filling much against her will. She was in great terror lest a big drop might brim over and run down her cheek, to be spied at once by Jeanie or the boys. For nothing would be hid from these little things : they could note at the same moment the last bit of a bird which they had all counted on, being trans- ferred to Aunt Eelen's plate, and keep an eye upon the favorite apple each had chosen, and spy that suspicious brightness in Kirsteen's eyes. Nothing could be hid from their sharp, little, all- inspecting looks. There was a breathless moment when the cloth was drawn, and the black gleam of the mahogany underneath changed in a mo- ment the lights of the picture, and gave the children a delightful opportunity of surveying themselves in that shining surface. It was a moment full of solemnity. Everybody knew what was coming. The port and sherry, with their little labels, in the silver holders intended to prevent the bottles from scratching the table, were placed before Mr. Douglas. Then there was also placed be- fore him a trayful of tall glasses. He rose up ; the eyes of all followed his movements ; Jock and Jamie projected their red heads forward in the smoky glow of the candles, then much in want of snufSng ; Jeanie's paler locks turned the same way. Mary, who had her mother's brown, smooth hair, rested her clasped hands upon the edge of the table with calm expectation. Kirsteen leaned her elbows on the same shining edge, and put down her face in her hands. Miss Eelen shook her head, and kept on shaking it like a china mandarin. The Laird of Drumcarro went to an old- fashioned wine-cooler which stood under the sideboard. He took from it one bottle of champagne, which occupied it in solitary 12 KIRSTEEN. dignity. Marg'ret stood ready with a knife in her hand to cut the wire, and a napkin over her arm to wipe up anything that might be spilled. Not a word was said at table while these preliminaries were gone through. Aunt Eelen, as the catastrophe lingered, went so far as to make a suppressed Tchish TchishI of her tongue against her palate. The rest were full of serious excite- ment too important for speech. The bottle was opened finally without spilling a drop ; it was perhaps not so much " up " as it might have been. Drumcarro filled all the glasses, one for each person at table, and another one for Marg'ret. There was perhaps more foam than wine in a number of the glasses. He held up his own in his hand. " It's Bobbie's last night at Drumcarro," he said, " for the present. Have you all your glasses ? Before the fizz is out of the wine drink to Robbie's good health, and good luck to him, and to all our lads that have gone before." He touched the foam in his glass, now fast dying away, with his lips. " May they all come back with stars on their breasts," he said, " and do credit to their name — and not a laggard, nor a coward, nor one unworthy to be a Douglas among them all !" The other male members of the party were standing up also. " Here's to you, Robbie ; here's to you, Robbie !" cried the two boys. The foam in their glasses merely moistened their throats ; the minister, however, whose glass had been full, gravely swallowed its contents in little sips, with pauses between. "A very good health to them all, and the Lord bless them," he said, with impos- ing authority. Mrs. Douglas, taking advantage of the privilege awarded to her, began to cry, and Marg'ret lifted up a stroncr voice, from the foot of the table where she stood with her hand upon the shoulder of the hero — " Be a good lad, Robbie — and mind upon your Minnie and a' the family — and be a credit to us a' : here's to you, and to the rest o' the young gentlemen, them that's gone and them that are to go !" " Ye'll have to get a new bottle for the little one," said Aunt Eelen, " Neil, my man, for your half-dozen will be out with Jock." She gave a harsh laugh at her own joke. "And then there's the lasses' marriages to be thought upon," she added set- ting down her glass. Drumcarro resumed his seat, the ceremonial being over. " Let the lasses' marriages alone," he said impatiently. " I've enough to think upon with my lads. Now Rob, are you sure you're all ready? your things packed and all your odds and ends put up? KIRSTEEN. 13 The less of them you take the better. Long before you've got the length of Calcutta ye'll be .wishing you had left the half of your portmanteaux at home." ' " I've just two, father.'" " Well, ye'll be wishing ye had but one. Bring ben the hot water, Marg'ret ; for wine's but a feeble drink, and cold on the stomach. My wife never moves at the right time — will I give her a hint that you're waiting, Eelen?" " Not on my account, Drumcarro. Your champagne's no doubt a grand drink ; but a glass out of your tumbler, if you're going to make one, is more wholesome and will set all right." "I thought ye would say that," said the laird. She had said it already on every such occasion — so that perhaps his divination was not wonderful. He proceeded with care to the manufacture of " the tumbler," at which the minister looked from the other end of the table with patient interest, abiding his time. " Snuff the candles," said the laird. " Will nobody pay a little attention? You three little ones, you can run away with your apples ; it's near your bed-time ; but don't make more noise than you can help. Marg'ret, take the hot water to the minister. Champagne, as ye were saying, Eelen, is a grand drink; I think it right my sons should drink it at their father's table before they . plunge into the extravagance of a mess. It teaches a lad what he's likely to meet with, and I would not have one of mine sur- prised with any dainty, as if he had come out of a poor-house. But a wholesome glass like what I'm helping you to is worth twenty of it." He was filling a wine-glass with his small silver toddy-ladle as he spoke, and the fumes of the pungent liquid rose in curls of steam pleasant to the accustomed nostrils. Robbie kept an eye upon the hot water which Mr. Pyper detained, know- ing that one of the privileges of his position to-night was " to make . a tumbler " for himself, with the privilege of offering it then to his sisters, as each of his brothers had done. " Can I assist you to a glass, mem ? just a drop. It will do ye good," the minister said. " Nothing will do me good," said Mrs. Douglas. " I'm far past that; but I'll take a little for civility, not to refuse a friend, whether it's toddy or whether it's wine it's all sounding brass and a tinkling cymbal to me. A woman when her bairns go from her is little comforted by the like of that." " And yet the creature comforts have their place, a homely one 14 KIESTEEN. but stiil a true one," said the minister. " There's a time to feast as well as a time to refrain from feasting. Miss Mary, may I have the pleasure of assisting you ?" "I'll take a little from Robbie," said the elder daughter, wisely instructed that it was well thus to diminish the unwonted tumbler allowed to the novice. Kirsteen rose quickly to her feet as these interchanges went round. " Mother, I think if ye'll let me, I'll just give an eye to what the little ones are doing," she said, " and see that Robbie's things are all ready. One of the boxes is open still and there are these handkerchiefs." Kirsteen's eyes were brimming over, and as she spoke a large drop fell upon her hand ; she looked at it with alarm, saying, " I did not mean to be so silly," and hastened away. " Where is Kirsteen away to ? Can she not take her share of what is going like the rest?" said her father. "You breed these lasses to your own whimsies, Mistress Douglas. The bairns are well out of the road ; but them that are grown up should bide where they are, and not disturb the family. I have no patience with them." " I'm here, father," said Mary in her mild voice. " Oh, ay, you're there," said the inconsistent head of the house ; " for you're just nobody, and never had two ideas in your head," _ he continued in a lower tone. " Now, Robbife, my man, take your glass ; there is no saying when you will get another. It's just second nature to a Scotsman, but it's as well for you to be out of the way of it ; for though it's the most wholesome drink, it's very seductive, and you're much better without it at your age. It's like the strange woman that you're warned against in Scripture." " Drumcarro 1" said Aunt Eelen. " Oh, fie ! before ladies." "^ Ladies or no ladies, I cannot let the occasion pass without a word of warning," said the father. " Ye will have every tempta- tion put before ye, my lad, not drink perhaps, for the climate will not stand it, but other things that are worse." " I'm thinking, Christina," said the old lady, " that now your goodman has begun his moralities, it may be as well for us to go, for you know where that begins and you never can tell where it may end ; a man has cognizance of many things that cannot enter into the experience of you and me. Mind you what your father says, Robbie, but it's not intended for your mother and me." KIRSTEEN. 16 CHAPTER III. KiRSTEEN hurried out of the room, out of the fumes of the toddy and the atmosphere of the half-festive, half-doleful occa- sion which made a not altogether unpleasant excitement in the monotony of the home life. She gazed in at the open door of the parlor, and saw the three younger children gathered in the fire- light upon the hearthrug munching their apples and the sweets with which they had been allowed to fill their pockets. The fire- light made still more ruddy the red heads and freckled faces of the boys, and lit up Jeanie, who sat on a footstool a little higher than her brothers, in her more delicate tints. Kirsteen was much attached to her younger sister, who promised to be the beauty of the family, and thought her like an angel, especially as seen through the dew of her wet eyes. "Dinna make a noise," she said ; " be awf u' quiet or you'll be sent to your beds ;" and then closed the door softly and stole through the dark passage towards the principal entrance. There was no light save a ruddy gleam from the kitchen in the depths of that dark passage which trav- ersed the whole breadth of the house, and that which shone through the crevices of the dining-room door. She had to find her way groping, but she was very well used to this exercise, and knew exactly where the hall-table and the heavy wooden chairs on each side stood. The outer door stood half open, according to the habit of the country where there were no burglars to fear and little to tempt them, and a perfect capacity of self-defence inside. There was a full moon that night, but it had not yet risen, though the sky was full of a misty light which preceded that event. A faint shadow of the group of trees outside was thrown upon the door- way ; they were birches slender and graceful, with their leaves half blown ,away by the October gales ; those that remained were yellow with the first touches of the frost, and in themselves gave forth a certain light. Kirsteen stole out to a bench that stood against the wall, and sat down in a corner. She was not afraid of cold with her uncovered head and bare arms. All the moods of the elements were familiar to the Highland girl. She thought it 16 KIRSTEBN. mild, almost warm ; there was no wind, the yellow birches percep- tible in their faint color stood up like a group of long-limbed youths dangling their long locks in the dim light; the farther landscape was but faintly visible, the shoulder of the hill against the sky, and a single gleam of the burn deep down among the trees. She sat pressipg herself into the corner of the seat, and the long pent-up tears poured forth. They had been getting too much for her, like a stream shut in by artificial barriers, and now came with a flood, like the same stream in spate and carrying every obstruc- tion away. It was almost a pleasure to see (if there had been any one to do so) the good heart with which Kirsteen wept : she made no noise, but the tears poured forth in a great shower, reUeving her head and her heart. They were very heavy, but they were not bitter. They meant a great deal of emotion and stirring up of her whole being, but though her feelings were very poignant they were not without pleasure. She had never felt so elevated above herself, above every dull circumstance that surrounded her. She had been very sorry and had shed tears plentifully when the other boys went away. But this was not the same. She perhaps did not confess to herself, yet she knew very well that it was not al- together for Kobbie. Robbie had his share, but there was another now. For years Kirsteen and Ronald Drummond had been good friends. When he went away before she had felt a secret pang, and had been very eager to hear the news of the battles and that he was safe ; but something had changed this friendship during the last summer while he had been at home. Not a word had been said ; there was no love-making ; they were both too shv to enter upon any revelation of feeling, nor was there any opportunity for explanations, since they , were always surrounded by companions, always in the midst of a wandering, easy-minded party which had no respect for any one's privacy. But Kirsteen when she marked her brother's handkerchiefs with her hair had fully intended that Ronald, should see it, and be struck with the similarity of the initials and ask for or take one of them at least. Her heart beat high when this happened according to her prevision ; and when he stooped and whispered, " Will ye wait for me, Kirsteen, till I come back ?" the answering whisper, " That I will !" had come from the bottom of her heart. She ha'd scarcely been aware of what was said in the hurry of the moment. But it had come back to her, every syllable and every tone as soon as it was all over. Their spirits had floated together in that one moment, which was only a KIRSTEEN. , • 17 moment, yet enough to decide the course of two lives, They were too much bound by the laws of their youthful existence to thint of breaking any Observance in order to expand these utterances or make assurance sure. That Ronald should spend his last evening at home with his mother and sister, that Kirsteen should be pres- ent at Robbie's parting supper, was as the laws of the Medes and the Persians to these two. No emergency could be imagined of sufficient weight to interfere with such necessities of life. And there was something in their simple absolutism of youthful feeling which was better expressed in the momentary conjunction, in the sudden words so brief and pregnant, than in hours of lovers' talk, of which both boy and girl would have thought shame. " Will ye wait for me till I come back ?" What more could have been said in volumes ? and " That I will !" out of the fervor of a simple heart ? Kirsteen thought it all over again and again. He seemed to stand by her side bending a little over her with a look half smile, half tears in his eyes ; and she was aware again of the flash of the sweet discovery, the gold thread of the little letters put to his lips, and then the question, " Will ye wait 1" Wait ! for a hundred years, for all the unfathomed depths of life, through long absence and silence, each invisible to the qther. " That I will !" She said it over and over again to herself. In those days there was no thought of the constant communica- tions we have now, no weekly mails, no rapid courses overland, no telegraph for an emergency. When a young man went away he went for good — away ; every trace of him obliterated as if he had not been. It was a four months' voyage to India round by the Cape. Within the course of the year his mother might hope to hear that he had arrived, And if an Indian letter had come even at that long interval for a girl in another family, what a host of questions would she not have had to go through ! " A letter for Kirsteen ! Who's writing to Kirsteen ? ^^ihat is he writing to her about ? What is the meaning of it all ? I must know what that means 1" Such would have been the inquiries that would have surged up in a moment, making poor Kirsteen the object of every- body's curious gaze and of every kind of investigation. She never dreamed of any such possibility. Robbie, when he wrote home, which he would no doubt do in time, might mention the compan- ion of his voyage ; Agnes Drummond might say, " There's a letter from our Ronald." These were the only communications that Kirsteen could hope for. She was very well aware of the fact, 2 18 * KIKSTEEN. and raised no thought of rebellion against it. When she gave that promise she meant waiting for interminable years — waiting without a glimpse or a word. Nor did this depress her spirits : rather it gave a more elevating ideal form to the visionary bond. All romance was in it, all the poetry of life. He would be as if he were dead to her for years and years. Silence would fall between them like ,the grave. And yet all the time she would be waiting for him and he would be coming to her. And though Kirsteen cried, it was not altogether for trouble. It was for extreme and highly-wrought feeling, sorrow and happi- ness combined. Through all her twenty years of life there had been nothing to equal that moment, the intensity of it, the ex- pectation, the swift and sudden realization of all vague anticipa- tions and wishes. It was only a minute of time, a mere speck upon the great monotonous level of existence, and yet there would be food enough in it for the thoughts of all future years. When the thunder-shower of the tears was exhausted, she sat quite still in a kind of exalted contentment, going over it and, over it, never tired. The hot room and the smoky glare of the candles, and the fumes of the whiskey and the sound of all the voices, had been intolerable to her ; but in the fresh coldness of the night air, in that great quiet of Nature, with the rustle of the leaves going through it like breath, and the soft, distant tinkle of the burns, what room and scope there was for remembering ; which was what Kirsteen called thinking — ^remembering every tone and look, the way in which he approached the table where her work was lying, her wonder if he would notice, the flush of perception on his face as he said, " It's my name, too," and then that tender theft, the act that left Eobbie forever without one of his pocket-handkerchiefs, — she thought with a gleam of fun how he would count them and count them, a'nd wonder how he had lost it — the little visionary letters put to his lips. Dh, that her heart had been sewn in with the hair to give to him ! But so it was, so it was ! He had that pledge of hers, but she had nothing of his, nor did she want anything to remind her, to bind her faith to him, though it should be years before she saw him again. The tears started into her eyes again with that thought, which gave her a pang, yet one which was full of sweetness ; for what did it matter how long he was away, or how dark and still the time and space that separated them now. '' Will ye wait for me till I come back?" — that would be the gold thread that should run through all the years. KIRSTEEN. 19 The sound of a little movement in the dining-room, from which all this time she had heard the murmur of the voices, the tinkle -of the glasses, made her pause and start. It was the ladies with- drawing to the parlor. She thought with a little gasp that they would find the children scorching their cheeks on the hearthrug, instead of being sent off to bed as should have been done^ and held her breath expecting every moment the call of " Kirsteen !" which was her mother's appeal against fate. But either the general -license of the great family event, or the sedative effect of her mouthful of champagne and glass of toddy, or the effect of Aunt Eelen's conversation, which put her always on her defence what- ever was the subject, had subdued Mrs. Douglas ; there came no call, and Kirsteen thought with a slightly divided attention, and, one ear anxiously intent upon what was going on indoors, pursued her thoughts. It gave them a more vivid sweetness that they were so entirely her own, a secret which she might carry safely without any one suspecting its existence under cover of everything that was habitual and visible. It would be her life, whatever was go- ing on Outside. When she was duU — and life was often dull at Drumcarro — when her mother was more exacting than usual, he!r father more rough, Mary and the children more exasperating, she would retire into herself and hear the whisper in her heart, " Will ye wait till I come back?" — it would be like a spell she said to herself — just like a spell ; the clouds would disperse and the sun break out, and her heart would float forth upon that golden stream. The sound of a heavy yet soft step aroused Kirsteen at this moment from her dreams ; but she was set at ease by the sight of a great whiteness, which she at once identified as Marg'ret's apron, coming slowly round the corner of the house. " I just thought I would find you here," said Marg'ret. " It's natural in me after that warm kitchen and a' the pots and pans, to want a breath of air — but what are you doing here with your bare neck and noth- ing on your head ? I'm just warning you forever, you'U get your death of cold." " I could not bear it any longer," said Kirsteen, " the talking and all the faces and the smell of the toddy." " Hoot," said Marg'ret, " what ails ye at the smell of the toddy ? In moderation it's no an ill thing — and as for the faces, you wouldna have folk without faces, you daft bairn ; that's just a silly speech from the like of you." 20 KIKSTEEN. " There's no law against being silly," Kirsteen said. " Oh, but that's true. If there was, the jails would be ower full ; though no from you, my bonnie dear. But I ten weel what it is," said Marg'ret, putting her arm round the girl's shoulder. " Your bit heart's a' stirred up and ye dinna ken how ye feel. Tak' comfort, my dear bairn, they'll come back." ' Kirsteen shed a few more ready tears upon Marg'ret's shoulder, then she gave that vigorous arm a push, and burst from its hold with a laugh, " There's one of Robbie's handkerchiefs lost or stolen," she said. " Where do ye think he'll ever find it ? and R. D. worked upon it with a thread of my hair." " Bless me !" said Marg'ret with alarm, " who would meddle with the laddie's linen ? but you're meaning something mair than meets the eye," she added, with a pat upon the girl's shoulder; " I'll maybe faddom it by and by. Gang away ben, the ladies will be wondering where ye are, and it's eerie out here in the white moonlight." " Not eerie at all ; ye mean soft and sweet," said Kirsteen, " the kind of light for thinking in ; and the moon is this minute up. She's come for you and not for me." "I cannot faddom you the nicht any more than I can faddom what ye said," said Marg'ret. " There's mair in it than Robbie and his handkerchief; But I maun go in and fasten up the straps and put his keys in his pocket or he'll forget them. Laddies are a great handful, they're aye forgetting. But they're like the man's wife, they're ill to have, but worse to want. Gang in, gang in out of the night air," said Marg'ret with a faint sob, softly pushing Kirsteen before her. The smell of the peat fires, which was pleasant, and of the smoke of the candles, which was not, and of the penetrating fumes of the toddy again filled Kirsteen's nostrils as she came in. She had no right to be fas- tidious, for she had been brought up in the habit and knowledge of all these odors. When she entered, another scent, that of the tea with which the ladies were concluding the evening, added its more subtle perfume. In those days, people were not afraid of strong tea, mixed with a grea;t deal of green to modify the strong black Congou, and it had been " masking" for half an hour before the fire ; they were not afraid of being " put off their sleep." " And do ye mean to say, Christina, that there's nobody coming about the house that would do for your girls ?" " Oh, for mercy's sake, Eelen, say not a word about that ; we've KIRSTEEN. ' 21 had trouble enough on that subject," said Mrs. Douglas in her in- jured voice. "Are you meaning Anne? Well, I mind Drumcarro's vow, but there is no doubt that was a miss-alliance. I'm meaning men in their own position of life." " Where are they to see men in their own position, or any men ?" said the mother, shaking her head. " Bless me, Kirsteen, is that you? I don't like people to go gliding about the house like that, so that ye never can hear them. When your aunt and me were maybe talking — what was not meant for the like of you." " Hoot, there was no hairm in it," said Aunt Eelen, " if all the lasses in the town had been here." " But it's an ill custom," said Mrs. Douglas. " However, as you're here ye may just get me my stocking, Eorsteen, and take up a stitch or two that I let fall. Na, na, no strangers over come here. And now that my Bobbie's going, there will be fewer than I ever. I wish your father would not keep that laddie out of his bed, and him starting so early. And, eh, me, to think that I'm his mother, and most likely will never see him in this world again !" CHAPTER IV. Robbie went away next morning very early, before the October day was fairly afloat in the skies. They had no carriage at Drum- carro except " the gig," and it was perched up in this high con- veyance, looking very red with tears and blue with cold, that the household, all standing round the door, saw the last of the boy mounted beside his father, with a large portmanteau standing un- comfortably between them. His other baggage had been sent off in the cart in the middle of the might. Jock as a great favor accompanying the carter, to the great envy and wrath of Jamie, who thought it hard that he should miss such a " ploy," and could see no reason why his brother should be preferred because he was two years older. Jamie stood at the horse's head looking as like a groom as he could make himself, while his father made, believe to hold in the steady, honest mare, who knew the way as well as he' did, and was as little troubled by any superfluous fun or f riskiness. Mrs. Douglas had remained in bed dissolved in tears, and her boy 22 KIRSTEEN. had taken his leave of her in those congenial circumstances. " Be a good lad, Robbie, and sometimes think upon your poor mother, that will never live to see you again." " Oh, mother, but I'll be back long before that," he cried vaguely, doing his best to behave like a man, but breaking out in a great burst of a sob, as she fell back weeping upon her pillows. The girls at the door were in difEerent developments of sorrow, Mary using her handkerchief with demonstration, Kirsteen with her eyes lucid and large with unshed tears through which everything took an enlarged, uncertain outline, and little Jeanie by turns crying and laughing as her at- tention was distracted from Robbie going away to Jamie standing with his little legs wide apart at the mare's respectable head. Rob- bie was not at all sorry to go away : his heart was throbbing with excitement and anticipation of all the novelties before him ; but he was only eighteen, and it was also full for the moment of softer emotions. Marg'ret stood behind the girls, taller than any of them, with her apron to her eyes. She was the last person upon whom his look rested as his father called out, " Stand away from her head," as if honest Mally had been a hunter, and with a friendly touch of the whip stirred the mare into motion. Robbie looked back, at the gray house, the yellow birches waving in the winds, the hillside beyond, and the group round the door, and waved his hand and could not speak. But he was not sorry to go away. It was the aim of all his breeding, the end looked forward to for many years. " It's me the next," said Jock, who was waiting at Inveralton, from which place by fishing-smack and coach Robbie was to pursue his way to Glasgow and the world. Travellers had but few facilities in those days : the rough fishing-boat across the often angry loch ; the coach that in October did not run " every lawful day," but only at intervals ; the absence of all comfortable accommodation would grievously affect the young men nowadays who set out in a sleeping-carriage from the depths of the High- lands to take their berths in a P. and O. Robbie thought of none of these luxuries, which were not yet invented. His parting from his father and brother was not emotional : all that had been got over when the group about the doors had waved their last good- bye. He was more anxious about the portmanteaux, upon which he looked with honesf pride, and which contained among many other things the defective half-dozen of handkerchiefs. Ronald Drummond met him at the side of the loch with his boxes, tyhich contained a more ample outfit than Robbie's and the sword-case KIESTEEN. 23 which had been in the Peninsula, a distinction which drew all eyes. " It's me the next/' Joci shouted as a parting salutation, as the brown sail was hoisted, and the boat, redolent of herrings, car- ried the two adventurers away. " Weel," said Marg'ret, " the laddie's gane, and good go with him. It's ane less to think of and fend for. And we must just all go back to our work. Whoever comes or whoever goes, I have aye my dinner to think of, and the clean clothes to be put into the drawers, and the stockings to darn a' the same." " If you'll put an iron to the fire, Marg'ret, I'll come and do the collars," said Mary. " He was always so particular, poor Robbie. There wiU be no fyke now with trying to please him." " I cannot settle to work," said Kirsteen, and I will not. I'm not just a machine for darning stockings. I wish I was Robbie, going out into the world." " Oh, E[irsteen, come and see the rabbits he gave me," said Jeanie. " He would not trust one of them to the boys, but gave them to me. Come and take them some lettuce leaves. It will keep us in mind of Robbie." There was perhaps some danger that the recollections of the brother departed would not last very long. So many had gone before him, aSid there were still others to go.^ But Kirsteen avoided Jeanie and the rabbits and suddenly re- membered something she had to get at the " merchant's," which was a full mile oS — worsted for her mother's knitting and needles for herself, who was always, to the reprobation of the elder mem- bers of the family, losing her needles. She was glad to represent to herself that this errand was a necessity, for a house without needles, how can that be ? and poor mother would be more depen- dent than ever on everything being right for her work on this melancholy day. It was still quite early, about nine o'clock, and it was with a compunction that Kirsteen gave herself the indul- gence of this walk. A morning away from work seemed to her almost an outrage upon life, only to be excused by the circumstan- - ces and the necessity of the errand. Sh^ walked along the famil- iar road, not noting where she went, her thoughts far away, fol- lowing the travellers, her mind fulL of an agitation which was scarcely sorrowful, a sort of exaltation over all that was common and ordinary. The air and the motion were good for her — they were in harmony with that condition of Suppressed excitement in which from the depths of her being everything seemed bubbling up. Kirsteen's soul was like one of the clear pools of the river by 24 KIRSTEEN. whicli she walked, into which some clear, silvery, living thing had leaped and lived. Henceforward it was no njbre silent, no longer without motion. The air displaced came up in shining globules to the surface, dimpling over the water ; a stir was in it from time to time, a flash, a shimmering of all the ripples. Her mind, her heart were lite the pool — no longer mirroring tjie sky above and the pathway ferns and grasses on the edge, but something that had an independent life. She roamed along without being able to tell, had any one asked her, where she was. The road was a beautiful road by the side of a mountain stream, which was only called the burn, but which was big enough for trout, or even, now and then, salmon — which ran now along the side of the hill, now diving deep down into a ravine, now half hid with big overreaching banks, now flinging forth upon a bit of open country, flowing deep among the rocks, chattering over the shallows, sometimes bass, sometimes treble, an unaccountable, unreasonable, changeable stream. Red rowan-tree berries hting over it, reflecting their color in the water. The heather on the hill came in deep russet tones of glory de- feated, and the withered bracken, with tints of gold, all gained a double brilliancy from the liquid medium that returned their im- age. , To all these things Kirsteen was so well accustomed that per- haps she did not at any time stop to note them as a stranger might have done. But to-day she did not know what was about her ; she was walking in more beautiful landscapes, in the lands of im- agination by the river of love, in the country of the heart. The pays du tendre, which was ridiculous when all the fine ladies and gentlemen postured about in their high-heeled shoes) is not absurd when a fresh and simple maiden crosses its boundary. She went down the glen to the merchant's and chose hef wool, and bought her needles, and said a few words to the women at their doors, and shed a few more tears when they were sorry for her about her brother's going away, without ever leaving that visionary country, and came hack from the village more deeply lost in it than ever, and hearing the whisper of last night in every motion of the branch- ■ es and every song of the burns. "Will ye wait for me, Kir- steen ?" though it was only this morning that he went away, and years and years must pass before he came back — " Ay, that I will ! That I will." She had nearly reached home again, coming back from the mer- chant's — for even her reverie and the charm of it could not keep Kirsteen's step slow, or subdue its airy, skimming tread — when she KIKSTEEN. 25 came up to the carter with his cart who had carried Robbie's lug- gage to Inveralton. She stopped to speak to him, and walked along by his side timing her steps to those of his heavy, slow tread, and the movement of the laborious, patient horse. " Did you see him, Duncan ?" she said. " Oh, ay, I saw him — and they got away fine in James Macgreg- or's boat ; and a quick wind that would carry them over the loch in two or three minutes." " And how was he looking, Duncan ?" " Deed, Miss Kirsteen, very weel ; he's gann to see the world — ye canna expect a young boy like that to maen and graen. I have something here for you." " Something for me ?" She thought perhaps it was something that had been put into the gig by mistake, and was not excited, for what should there be for her? She watched with a little amusement Duncan's conflict with the different coats which had , preserved his person from the night cold. He went on talking while he struggled, " The other laddie, Jock, I left to come home with the maister in the gig. He thought it was fine — but I wouldna wonder if he was regretting Duncan and the cart — afore now. Here it is at last, and a' f echt to get it. It is a book from Maister Bonald that you gave him a loan of — or something o' that kind — if I could but mind what gentles say — " " Gave him — a loan of — ?" cried Kirsteen, breathless. She had to turn away her head not to exhibit to Duncan the overwhelming blush which she felt to cover her from head to foot. " Oh, yes — " she added after a naoment, taking the little parcel from his hand, " I— mind." Let us hope that to both of them the little fiction was forgiven. A loan of — she had nothing to lend nor had he ever borrowed from her. It was a small paper parcel, as if it contained a little book. Kirsteen never could tell how she succeeded in walking beside the carter for a few steps farther, and asking him sedately about his wife and the bairns. Her heart was beating in her ears as if it would burst through. It was like a bird straining at its bonds, eager to fly away. Then she found herself at home, where she had flown like the wind, having informed Duncan that she was," in a great hurry;" but in the passage on the way to her own room she met Mary, who was coming from the kitchen with a number of shining white 26 KIESTEEN. collars in her arms which she had been ironing. " Where have you been ?" said Mary. " My mother has been yammering for you. Is this an hour of the day to go stravaighing for pleasure about the roads?" Mary pronounced the last word " rods," though she prided her- self on being very correct in her speech. " Me — I have been to the merchant's for my mother's fingering for her stockings," Kirsteen said, breathlessly. ' " It was wheeling she wanted," said Mary, with exasperating calm ; " that's just like you, running for one thing when it's an- other that's wanted. Is that it in that small parcel like a book ?" " No, that's not it," said Kirsteen, clasping the little parcel closer and closer. "It's some poetry-book you've had out with yon- to read," said her sister, as if the acme of wrong-doing had been reached. " I would not have thought it of you, Kirsteen, to be reading poetry about the rods the very morning that Robbie's gone away. And when my mother is so ill she cannot lift her head." " I've been reading no poetry," cried Kirsteen, with the most poignant sense of injury. " Let me pass, Mary. I'm going up the stair." But it was Marg'ret now who interposed, coming out at the sound of the altercation. She said, " Miss Kirsteen, I'm making some beef -tea for the mistress. Come in like a dear and warm your hands, and ye can carry it up. It will save me another trail up and down these stairs." Kirsteen stood for a moment obstructed on both sides with a sense of contrariety which was ahnnst intolerable. Tears of vexa- tion rose to her eyes. " Can I not have a moment to myself ?" she cried. " To read your poetry !" Mary called after her in her mild, little, exasperating voice. " Whist, whist, my lamb, say nothing," said Marg'ret. " Your mother canna bide to have a talking. Never you mind what she says, think upon the mistress that's lying up there, wanting to hear everything and canna — wanting to be in the middle of everything and no equal to it. Jt was no that I grudge going up the stairs, but just to keep a' things quiet. And what's that you've gotten in your hand ?" "It's just a small parcel," said Kirsteen, covering it with her fingers. " It's just a — something I was buying—" i KIKSTEEN. ^ 27 " Not sweeties ?" said Marg'ret, solemnly — "the bairns had more than plenty last night — " " Never you mind what it is," said Kirsteen with a burst of im- patience, thrusting it into her pocket. " Give me the beef-tea and I'll take it up stairs." Mrs. Douglas lay concealed behind her curtains, her face almost in a fluid state with constant weeping. " Oh, set it down upon the table," she said. " Do they think there's comfort in tea when a woman has parted with her bairn? And where have ye been, Kir- steen? just when I was in want of ye most; just when my head was sorest, and my heart like to break — Robbie gone, and Mary so taken up with herself, and you — out of the way — " " I'm very sorry, mother," said poor Kirsteen. " I ran down to the merchant's to get you your yarn for your knitting. I thought you would like to have it ready." Mrs. Douglas rocked her head back and forward on her pillow. " Do I look like a person that's thinking of yarn or of stockings, with my head aching and my heart breaking ? And none of you can match a color. Are you sure it's the same ? Most likely I will just have to send Marg'ret to change it. What's that bulging out your pocket? You will tear every pocket you have with parcels in it as if ye were a lad and not a lass." " It's only a very small thing," said Kirsteen. " If that's the yarn ye should never let them twist it up so tight. It takes the softness all out of it. Where are ye going the mo- ment you've come back ? Am I to have nobody near me, and me both ill in body and sore, sore distrest in mind ? Oh, Kirsteen, I thought ye had a truer heart." " Mother, my heart's true," cried the girl, " and there's nothing in the world I would not do to plea,3e you. But let me go and put ' away my things, let me go for a moment, just for a moment. I'll be back again before you've missed me." " You're not always so tidy to put away your things," said the invalid ; " sit down there by my bedside, and tell me how my bonnie lad looked at the last. Did he keep up his heart ? And was your father kind to him ? And did you see that he had his keys right, and the list of all his packages ? Eh me, to think I have to lie here and could not see my laddie away." " But, mother, you have never done it," said Kirsteen, " to any of the boys — and Robbie never expected — " " You need not mind me," said Mrs. Douglas, " of the walk creat- 28 KIESTEEN. ure I've always been. Aye in my bed or laid up, never good for anything. If you'll lift me up a little, Kirsteen, I might maybe try to swallow the beef -tea ; for eh ! I have mnch, much need of sup- port on such a doleful day. Now another pillow behind my back, and put the tray here ; I cannot bear the sight of food, but I must not let my strength run down. Where are you going now, you restless thing ? Just stay still where you are ; for I cannot do without you, Kirsteen. Kirsteen, do you hear me? The doctor says I'm never to be left by myself." It was not till a long time after that Kirsteen was free. Her eager expectation had fallen into an aching sense of suspense, a dull pang that affected both mind and body. Instead of the rapid flight to her room full of anticipation in which she had been ar- rested in entering the bouse, she went soberly, prepared for any disenchantment. The room was shared with her younger sister Jeanie, and it seemed quite probable that even a moment's solitude might be denied her. When she found it empty, however, and had closed the door upon herself and her secret, it was with trembling hands that she opened the little parcel. It might be the handker- chief sent back to her, it might be some other plain intimation that he had changed his mind. But when the covering was undone Kirsteen's heart leaped up again to that sudden passion of joy and content which she had first known yesterday. The parcel contained the little Testament which Bonald had carried to church many a Sunday, a small book bound in blue morocco, a little bent and worn with use. On the fly-leaf were his initials, R. D., the letters of the handkerchief, and underneath C. D. freshly written. He had made, rather clumsily, poor fellow, with a pencil, a sort of Runic knot of twisted lines to link the two names together. That was all. Nowadays the young, lover would at least have added a letter ; seventy years ago he had not thought of it. Kirsteen's heart gave a bound in her breast, and out of weariness and contra- diction and all the depressing influences of the morning swam sud- denly into another world — a delicious atmosphere of perfect vision- ary bliss. Never were public betrothals more certain, seldom so sweet. l?Vith a timid movement, blushing at herself, she touched with her lips the letters on the title-page. |>art irir. CHAPTER V. I, Mr. Doublas of Drumcarro was tlie son of one of the Scotch lairds who had followed Prince Charlie, and had been attainted after the disastrous concljision of the Forty-Five. Bom in those distracted times, and learning as their very first lessons in life the expedients of a hunted man to escape his pursuers, and the anguish of the mother as to the success of these expedients, the two half- comprehending children, twin boys, had grown up in great poverty and seclusion in a corner of a half-ruined house which belonged to their mother's father, and within cognizance of their own real home, one of the great houses of the district which had passed into alien hands. When they set out to make their fortune, at a very- early age, their mother, also having in the meantime died, two half- educated but high-spirited and strongly-feeling boys, they had parted with a kind of vow that all their exertions should be ad- dressed to the task of regaining their old possessions and home, and that neither should set foot again upon that beloved alienated' land until able in some measure to redeem this pledge. They went away in different directions, not unconfident of triumphantly ful- filling the mutual promise ; for fame and fortune do not seem very difiicult at sixteen, though so hard to acquire at a less hopeful age. Willie, the younger, went to England, where some relations helped him on and started him in a mildly successful career. He was the gentlest, the least determined of the two, and fortune overtook him in a manner very soothing after his troubled boyhood in the shape of a mild competency and comfort, wife and children, and a life altogether alien to the romance of the disinherited with which he had begun. But Neil Douglas, the elder, went farther afield. He went to the West Indies, where at that period there were fortunes for the making, attended, however, by many accessories of which people in 30 KIESTEBN. the next generation spoke darkly, and which still, perhaps, among unsophisticated people survive in tradition, throwing a certain stain upon the planters' fortunes. Whether these supposed cruelties and horrors were all, or almost all, the exaggerations of a following agitation, belonging like many similar atrocities in America to the Abolitionist imagination, is a question unnecessary to discuss. Up to the time at which this story begins, whenever Mr. Douglas of Drumcarro quarrelled with a neighbor over a boundary line or a shot upon the hillside, he was called " an auld slave-driver " by his opponent, with that sense of having power to exasperate and injure which gives double piquancy to a quarrel. And of him as of many another such it was told that he could not sleep of nights ; that he would wake even out of an after-dinner doze with cries of remorse, and that dreams of flogged women andt runaways m the marshes pursued him whenever he closed his eyes. The one thing that dis- credited these popular rumors among all .who knew Drumcarro was that he was neither tender-hearted nor imaginative, and highly un- likely to be troubled by the recollection of severities which he would have had no objection to repeat had he had the power. The truth was that he had by no means found fortune so easily as he had hoped, and had worked in every way with a dogged and fierce determination in spite of many failures, never giving up his aim, [ until at last he had found himself with a little money, not by any means what he had looked for and wanted, but enough to buy a corner of his old inheritance, the little Highland estate and bare little house of Drumcarro. Hither he came on his return from Jamaica, a fierce, high-tempered, arbitrary man, by no means un- worthy of the title of " auld slave-driver " so unanimously bestowed upon him by his neighbors, who, however, could not ignore the claims of his old Douglas blood, however much they might dislike the man. ' He had married a pretty, little, insipid girl, the daughter of one of his brother's friends in " the south country," who brought with her a piano and a few quickly-fading airs and graces to the High- land wilds, to sink as soon as possible into the feeble and fanciful invalid, entirely subject to her husband's firmer will, and looking upon him with terror, whom the reader has already seen. Poor Mrs. Douglas had not vigor enough to make the least stand against her fate. But for Marg'ret she would have fallen at once into the domestic drudge which was all Drumcarro understood or wanted in a wife. With Marg'ret to preserve her from that lower depth KIRSTEEN. 31 she sank only into invalidism — into a timid complaining, a good deal of real suffering, and a conviction that she was the most sorely tried of women. But sh^ bore her despotic husband seven boys without a blemish, robust and long-limbed lads equal to every en- counter with fate. And this made him a proud man among his kind, strongly confident of vanquishing every adverse circumstance, in their persons at least, if not, as Providence seemed to have for- bidden, in his own. He set his whole heart upon these boys — struggling and sparing to get a certain amount of needful educa- tion for them, not very ranch it must be allowed ; and by every means in his power, by old relationships half -forgotten, by connec- tions of his West Indian period, even by such share as he could- take in politics, contrived to get appointments for them, one after another, either in the Kill's or the Company's service for India. The last was much the best of any ; it was a fine service, with per- petual opportunities of fighting and of distinction, not so showy as the distinctions to be gained in the Peninsula, but with far bet- ter opportunities of getting on. The four eldest wel'e there al- ready, and Robbie had started to follow them. For Jock, who took to his books more kindly than the others, there was a prospect of a writership. It was more easy in those days to set young men out in the world than it is now. Your friends thought of them, your political leaders were accessible ; even a passing visitor would remark the boys in your nursery and lend a friendly hand. Nobody lends a friendly hand nowadays, and seven sons is not a quiverful in which a poor man has much reason to rejoice. On the other hand the girls at Drumcarro were left without any care at all. They were unlucky accidents, tares among the wheat, handmaids who might be useful about the house, but who had no future, no capabilities of advancing the family, creatures altogether of no account. Men in a higher position than the Laird of Drum- carro might have seen a means of strengthening their house by alliances, through the means of four comely daughters, but the poor little Highland lairdlings, who were their only possible suitors, were not worth his trouble, and even of'them the supply was few. They too went out into the world ; they did not remain to marry and vegetate at home. Mr. Douglas felt that every farthing spent upon the useless female portion of his household was so much taken from the boys, and the consequence was that the girls grew up without even the meagre education then considered necessary for women, and shut out by poverty, by pride, by the impossibility 32 KIESTEEN. of making the appearance required to do credit to the family, even from the homely gayeties of the country-side. They grew up in the wilds like the heather and the bracken, by the grace of nature, and acquired somehow the arts of reading and writing, and many housewifely accomplishments, but without books, without society, without any break in the monotony of life or prospect in their future. Their brothers had gone off one by one, depriving them in succession of the natural friends and companions of their youth. And in this way there had happened a domestic incident never now named in Drumcarro ; the most awful of catastrophes in the experience of the younger members of the family. The eldest of the girls, named Anne, was the handsomest of the three elder sis- ters. She was of the same type of beauty which promised a still more perfect development in the little Jeanie, the youngest of the daughters, with fair hair just touched with a golden light, blue eyes soft and tender, and a complexion somewhat pale but apt to blush at any touch of sentiment or feeling into the warmest vari- able radiance. She sang like a bird without any training, she knew all the songs and stories of the district, and read every poetry-book she could find (they were not many — "The Gentle Shepherd," an old copy of Barbour's " Bruce," some vagrant vol- umes of indifferent verse) ; she was full of sentiment and dreamy youthful romance without anything to feed upon. But just at the time when her favorite brother Nigel went away, and Anne was downcast and melancholy, a young doctor came temporarily to the district, and came in the usual course to see Mrs. Douglas, for whose case he recommended certain remedies impossible to be car- ried out, as doctors sometimes do. He advised change of air, cheerful company, and that she should be kept from everything likely to agitate or disturb her. "That's sae easy — thp,t's sae likely," said Marg'ret under her breath. But Anne listened anx- iously while the young doctor insisted upon his remedies. He came again and again, with an interest in the patient which no one had ever shown before. " If you could take her away into the sunshine — to a brighter place, where she would see new faces and new scenes." " Oh, but how could I do that," cried Anne, "when I have no place to take her to, and my father would not let me if I had ?" " Oh, Miss Anne, let me speak to your father," the young man pleaded. " You shall have a pleasant house to bring your mother to, and love and service at her command if you will but listen to me." Anne listened, nothing loath, and the young doctor, KIRSTEEN. 33 with a confidence born of ignorance, afterwards asked for an inter- view with Drumcarro. What happened was never known ; the doctor departed in great haste, pale with wrath, Mr. Douglas's voice sounding loud as the burn when in spate after him as he strode from the door ; and Anne's cheeks were white and her eyes red for a week after. But at the end of that week Anne disappeared and was no more seen. Marg'ret, who had risen very early in the middle of the wintry dark, to see to some great washing or other household work, found, as was whispered through the house, a candle flickering down in the socket upon the hall-table, and the house-door open. To blow out the last flickering flame, lest it should die in the socket and so foreshadow the extinction of the race, was Marg'ret's first alarmed precaution ; and then she shut the open door, but whether she saw or heard anything more no- body ever knew. A faint picture of this scene, the rising and fall- ing of the dying light, the cold wind blowing in from the door, the wild darkness of the winter morning, with its belated stars in a frosty sky looking in, remained in the imagination of the family surrounding the name of Anne, which from that day was never pronounced in the house. Where she went or what became of her was supposed by the young ones to be absolutely unknown. But it is to be hoped that even Drumcarro, savage as he was, ascertained the fate of his daughter even while he cursed her. It came to be understood afterwards that she had married her doctor and was happy ; but that not for a long time, nor to the sisters thus taught by the tremendous force of example what a dreadful thing it was to look at any upstart doctor or minister or insignificant person without a pedigree or pretensions like their own. This was the only shape in which love had come near the door of Drumcarro, and if there was a certain attraction even in the tragic mystery of the tale, there was not much encouragement for the others to follow Anne's example, thus banished summarily and forever from all relations with her famity. Also from that time no doctor except the old man who had brought the children into the world was ever allowed to enter those sacred doors, nor any minister younger or more seductive than Mr. Pyper. As for other ineligible persons, there were none in the country-side, so that Mary and Kirsteen were safe from temptation. And thus they went on from day to day. and from year to year, in a complete isolation which poverty made imperative more even than circumstances, the only event that ever happened being the departure of a brother or 3 34 KIESTEEN. an unusually severe "attack" of their mother's continued, ever- enduring illness. They Tvere not sufficiently educated nor suffi- ciently endowed to put them on a par with the few high-born ladies of the district, with whom alone they would have been allowed to associate ; and there was native pride enough in themselves to pre- vent them from forming friendships with the farmers' daughters, also very widely scattered and few in number, who, though the young ladies of Drumcarro were so little superior to themselves in any outward attribute, would have thought their acquaintance an honor. JN'othing, accordingly, could exceed the dulness, the mo- notony of their lives, with no future, no occupation except their work, as almost servants, in their father's house, no hope even of those vicissitudes of youth which sometimes in a moment change a young maiden's life. All was bald and gray about them, every- thing but the scenery, in which, if there is nothing else, young minds find but an imperfect compensation. Mary, indeed, had a compensation of another kind in the comfortable apathy of a per- fectly dull and stolid character, which had little need of the higher acquirements of life. But Kirsteen, with her quick temper and high spirit and lively imagination, was little adapted for a part so blank. She was one of those who make a story for themselves. CHAPTEE VI. Marg'ret was perhaps the only individual in the world who dared to remonstrate with Mr. Douglas as to the neglect in which his daughters were losing their youth and all its pleasures and hopes. Aunt Eelen, it is true, made comments from time to time. She said : " Puir things, what will become of them when Neil's deed ? They've neither siller nor learning ; and no chance of a man for one of them that I can see." "And yet they're bonnie lasses," said the sympathetic neighbor to whom, on her return home after Bobbie's departure, she made this confidence. " Oh they're well enough, but, with a silly mother and a father that's just a madman, what can any person do for them ?" Miss Eelen Douglas was not quite assured in her own mind that it was not her duty to do something for her ypung relations, and she took a great deal of pains to prove to herself that it was impossible. KIKSTBEN. 35 " What if you had them over at the New Year ? There's aye something going on, and the ball at the Castle." " The ball at the Castle !" cried Miss Eelen, with a scream. " And what would they put on to go to the ball at the Castle ? potato-bags and dish-clouts ? Na, na, I'm of his mind so far as that goes. If they cannot appear like Drumcarro's daughters they are best at home." " Bless me," said the kind neighbor, " a bit white frock is no ruinous. If it was only for a summer Sabbath to go to the kirk in, they must have white frocks." " Euiuous or no ruinous, it's more than he'll give them,'' said Miss Eelen, shutting up her thin lips as if they had been a purse. She was very decided that the white frocks could not come from her. And, indeed, her means were very small, not much more than was absolutely necessary to maintain her little house and the one maid who kept her old mahogany and her old silver up to the polish which was necessary. Naturally, all her neighbors and her cousin Neil, who hoped to inherit from her, exaggerated Miss Eelen's income. But though she was poor, she had a compunc- tion. She felt that the white frocks ottght to he obtained some- how, if even by the further pinching of her own already pinched living, and that the great chance of the ball at the Castle ought to be afiorded to Drumcarro's neglected girls. And she had to reason with herself periodically as to the impossibility of this, demonstrat- ing how it was that she could not do it, that it was not her part to do it, that if the father and the mother saw no necessity, how was she, a cousin once removed, to take it upon her ? For, though they called her aunt, she was in reality Neil Douglas of Drumcarro's cousin, and no more. Notwithstanding all these arguments, a compunction was always present in Miss Eelen's worn-out yet not extinguished heart. " Besides," she began again, more briskly, " what would be the use? Ye'll no suppose that Lord John or Lord Thomas would ofier for Drumcarro's lasses. They're as good blooil, maybe bet- ter ; for it's cauld, watery stufE that rins in those young lads' veins. But Neil Douglas is a poor man ; if he had all or the half that rightly belongs to him, it would be anither matter. We'll say nothing about that. I'm a Douglas myself, and it just fires me up when I think of it. But, right or wrong, as I'm saying, Drum- carro's a poor man, and it's no in the Castle his lasses will find mates. And he's a proud man. I think upon Anne, puir thing, 36 KIRSTEEN. and I cannot say another word. Na, na, it's just a case where no- body can interfere." "But Miss Anne's very happy, and plenty of everything, as I hear." " Happy, and her father's doors closed upon her, and her name wiped out as if she were dead, far more than if she were dead ! And bearing a name that no man ever heard of, her, a Douglas !" Miss Eelen's gray cheet took on a flush of color at the thought. She shook her head, agitating the little gray ringlets on her fore- •hea;di " Na, na," she said, " I'm vexed to think* upon the puir things — ^but I cannot interfere." " Maybe their father, if you were to speak to him — " " Me speak to him ! I would as soon speak to Duncan Nicol's bull. My dear, ye ken a great deal," said Miss Eelen, with irony, " but ye do not ken the Douglases. And that's all that can be said." This, however, was not all that a more devoted friend, the only one they had who feared neither Drumcarro nor anything else in the world, in their interests, found to say. Marg'ret was not afraid of Drumcarro. Even she avoided any unnecessary encounter with " the auld slave-driver," but when it was needful to resist, or even to assail him, she did not hesitate. And this time it was not re- sistance, but attack. She marched into the laird's room with her head held high, trumpets playing and banners flying, her broad white cap-strings finely starched and streaming behind her with the impulse of her going, an unusual color in her cheeks, her apron folded over one hand, the other free to aid the eloquence of her speech. Several months had passed in great quiet, the little stir o? Bobbie's departure having died away along with the faint ex- citement of the preparations for his departure, the making of his linen, the packing of his portmanteaux. All had relapsed again into perfect dulness and the routine of every day. Jamie, the next boy, was only fourteen ; a long time must elapse before he was able to follow his brother into the world, and until his time should come there was no likelihood of any other event stirring the echoes at Drumcarro. As for Marg'ret, the routine was quite enough for her. To think what new variety of scone she could make for their tea how she could adapt the remains of the grouse to make a little change, or improve the flavor of the trout, or compound a beef- tea or ar pudding which would tempt her mistress to a spoonful more, was diversion enough for Marg'ret among the heavier bur- dens of her work. But the bairns — and, above all, Kirsteen, who KIRSTEEN. 37 was her special darling. Kirsteen had carried her head very high after, Eobbie went away. She had been full of musings and of dreams ; she had smiled to herself, and sung to herself fragments of a hundred little ditties, even amid the harassments of her sick mother's incessant demands and all the dnlness of her life. But after a month or two that visionary delight had a little failed ; the chill of abandonment, of loneliness, of a life shut out from every relaxation, had ceased to be neutralized by the secret inspiration which kept the smile on her lips and the song in her heart. Kir- steen had not forgotten the secret which was between her and Ron- ald, or ceased to be sustained by it ; but she was young, and the parting, the absence, the silence, had begun to tell upon her. He was gone ; they were all gone, she said to herself. With every- thing in the world to sustain the young sufferer, that chill of ab- sence is always a sad one. And her cheerfulness, if not" her conr-i age, had flagged. Her heart and her head had drooped in spite of herself. She had been found moping in corners, " thinking," as she said, and she had been seen with her eyes wet, hastily drying the irrepressible tears. " Kirsteen greetin' !" One of the boys had seen it, and mocked her with a gibe, of which afterwards he was much ashamed ; and little Jeanie had seen it, and had hurried off, awe-stricken, to tell Marg'ret, " Kirsteen was'in the parlor just with nobody, and greetin' like to break her heart." " Hoot awa' with ye ; it'll be that auld pain in her head," said Marg'ret, sending the little girl away. But this report brought affairs to a crisis. " The bairn shall not just be left to think and think," she said to herself, adding, however, prudently, " no if I can help it." Marg'ret had managed, one way or other, to do most things she had set her heart upon, but upon this she could not calculate. Drumcarro was not a man to be turned easily from his evil ways. He was a " dour man." The qualities which had enabled him, in the face of all discouragement, to persevere through failure and disappointment until he had at last gained so much, if no more, and become Drumcarro, were all strong agents against the probability of getting him to yield now. He had his own theories of his duty, and it was not likely that the representations of his housekeeper would change them. Still Marg'ret felt that she must say her say. He was seated by himself in the little room which was specially his own, in the heaviness of the afternoon. Dinner was over, and the air was still conscious of the whiskey and water which had ac- 38 KIRSTEEN. companied it. A peat fire burned with an intense red glow, and his chair and shabby writing-table were drawn close to it. No wonder, then, that Drumcarro dozed when he retired to that warm and still seclusion. Malg'ret took care not to go too soon, to wait nntU the afternoon nap was over; but the laird's eyes were still heavy when she came in. He roused himself quickly, with sharp impatience ; though the doze was habitual, he was full of resent- ment at any suspicion of it. He was reading in his room ; this was the version of the matter which he expected to be recognized in the family ; a man nowadays would say he had letters to write, but letters were not so universal an occupation then. A frank or an opportunity, a private hand, or sure messenger with whom to trust the missive were things of an occasional occurrence which justified correspondence ; but it was not a necessity of every day. Mr. Douglas made no pretence of letters. He was reading; a much-crumpled newspaper, whic^ had already passed through sev- eral hands, was spread out on the table before him. It was a Glas- gow paper, posted by the first reader the day after publication to a gentleman on Loch Long, then forwarded by him to Inveralton, thence to Drumcarro. Mr. Pyper, at the Manse, got it at fourth hand. It would be difiicult to trace its wanderings after that. The laird had it spread upon his table, and was bending over it, winking one eye to get it open, when Marg'ret pushed open the door. She did not knock, but she made a great deal of noise with the handle as she opened it, which came to much the same thing. " Well," he said, turning upon her snappishly, " what may ye be wanting now ?" " I was wanting — just to say something to ye, Drumcarro, if it's convenient to ye," Marg'ret said. "What do ye want? That's your way of asking, as I know well. What ails ye now, and what long story have ye to tell? The sooner it's begun, the sooneV it will be ended," he said. "There is truth in that," replied Marg'ret sedately; "and I canna say I am confident ye will be pleased with what I'm going to say. For to meddle between a father and his bairns is no a pleasant oflace, and one that is but a servant in the house." " And who may this be," said Mr. Douglas, grimly, " that is com- ing to interfere between a father and his bairns — meaning me and my family, as I'm at liberty to judge ?" Marg'ret looked her master in the face, and made him a slight but serious courtesy. " Deed, sir, it's just me," she said. KIRSTEEN. 39 "Tou!" said the laird with all the force of angry indignation which he could throw into his voice. He roused himself to the fray, pushing up his spectacles upon his forehead. " You're a bonnie one," he said, " to burst into a gentleman's private room on whatever errand — let alone meddling in what's none of your con- cerns." " If ye think sae, sir," said Marg'ret, " that's just anither point we dinna agree about ; for if there's a mair proper person to speak to ye about your bairns than the person that has brought them up, and carried them in her arms, and made their parritch and mended their clo'es all their life, I'm no acquaint with her. Eh me, what am I saying ? There is anither that has a better right — and that's their mother. But she's your wife, puir lamb, and ye ken weel that ye've sae dauntened her, and sae bowed her down, that if ye were to take a' their lives she would never get out a word." " Did she send ye here to tell me so ?" cried Drumcarro. " But me," said Marg'ret, unheeding the question, " I'm no to be dauntened neither by words nor looks. I'm nae man's wife, the Lord be thankit." "Ye may well say that," said the laird, seizing an ever-ready weapon, " for it's well known ye never could get a man to look the way ye were on." Marg'ret paused for a moment and contemplated him, half moved by the gibe, but with a slight wave of her hand put the temptation away. " I'm no to be put off by ony remarks ye can make, sir," she said ; " maybe ye think ye ken my affairs better than I do, for well I wot I ken yours better than you. You're no an ill father to your lads. I would never say sae, for it wouldna be true ; ye do your best for them and grudge naething. But the lasses are just as precious a gift from their Maker as their brothers, and what's ever done for them? They're just as neglecktit as the coUey dogues : na, far mair, for the colleys have a fine training to make fit for their work — whereas our young ladies, the Lord bless them—" " Well," said the father, sharply, " and what have yon to do with the young ladies ? Go away with you to your kitchen, and heat your girdle and make your scones. That's your vocation. The young ladies, I tell ye, are. no concern of yoiirs." " Whose concern should they be when neither father nor mother take ony heed ?" said Marg'ret. " Maister Douglas, how do you think your bonnie lads would have come through if they had been 40 EffiSTEEN. left like that and nobody caring « There's Miss Kirsteen is just as clever and just as good as any one o' them ; but -what is the poor thing's life worth if she's never,to see a thing, nor meet a person out of Drumcarro House ? Ye ken yoursel' there's little company in Drumcarro House — you sitting here and the mistress maybe in her bed, and neither kin nor friend to say a pleasant word. Lord bless us a' ! I'm twice her age and mair ; but I would loup ower • the linn the first dark day, if I was lite that lassie without the sight of a face or the sound of a voice of my ain kind." " You're just an auld fool," said Drumcarro ; " the lassie is as well off as any lassie needs to be. Kirsteen — oh ay, I mind. now, ye have always made a pet of Kirsteen. It's maybe that has given her her bold tongue and set that spark in her eye." " Na," said Marg'ret, " it was just her Maker did that, to make her ane of the first in the land if them she belongs to dinna shut her up in a lonesome glen in a dull hoose. But naebody shall say I'm speaking for Kirsteen alone ; there's your bonny little Jeanie that will just be a beauty. Where she got it I canna tell, ony mair than I can tell where Kirsteen got her grand spirit and yon light in her ee. No from her poor mother, that was a bonny bit thing in her day, but never like that. Jeanie will be just the flower o' the haill country-side, if ye can ca' it a country-side that's a' howkit out into glens and tangled with thae lochs and hills. If she were in a mair open country there's no a place from Ayr to Dumfries but would hear of her for her beauty in twa or three years' time. Ye may say beauty's but skin deep, and I'm saying nothing to the contrary ; but it's awfu' pleasant to the sight of men ; and I'll just tell you this, Drumcarro — though it's maybe no a thing that's fit for me to say — there's no a great man in a' the land that bairn mightna marry if she had justice done her. And maybe that will move ye, if naething else will." A gleam had cdme into Drumcarro's eyes as she spoke, but he answered only by a loud and harsh laugh, leaning back in his chair and opening wide a great cavern of a mouth. " The deil's in the woman for marrying and giving in marriage !" he said ; " a bit lassie in a peeney ? It's a pity the duke marriet, Marg'ret, but it cannot be mended. If she's to get a prince he'll come this way when she's old enough. We'll just wait till that time comes." " The time has come for the rest, if no for her," said Marg'ret, unexpectedly encouraged by this tone. "And, eh, if ye would but think, they're young things, and youth comes but ance in a life- KIRSTEEN. 41 time, and ye can never win it back when it's past. The laddies, bless them, are all away io get their share ; the lassies will never get as much, but just a bit triflin' matter — a white gown to go to a pairty, or a sight of Glasgow, or — " " The woman's daft !" said the laird. " Glasgow ! what will they do there ? a white gown ! .a fiddlestick — what do they want that they haven't got — plenty of good meat, and a good roof over their heads, and nothing to do for't but sew their seams and knit their stockings and keep a pleasant tongue in their heads. If ye stir up nonsense among them, I'll just turn ye bag and baggage out of my house." " I would advise ye to do that, sir," said Marg'ret, calmly. " I'll no need a second telling. And ye'll be sorry but ance for what ye have done, and that'll be a' your life." "Ye saucy jade!" said the laird; but though he glared at her \yith fiery eyes, he added no more on this subject. " The lassies !" he said, " a pingling set aye wanting something ! To spend ypnr money on feeding them and clothing them, that's not enough it would appear ! Ye must think of their finery, their parties and their pleasures. Tell Kirsteen she must get a man to do that for her. She'll have no nonsense from me." " And where is she to get a man ? And when she has gotten a man — ^the'only kind that will come her gait — " Mr. Douglas rose up from his chair, and shook his clenched fist. Rage made him dumb. He stammered out an oath or two, inca- pable of giving vent to the torrent of wrath that came to his lips. But Marg'ret did not wait till his utterances became clear. CHAPTER VII. This was one of the days when Mrs. Douglas thought she felt a little better, and certainly knew it was very dull in her bedroom, where it was not possible to keep even Kirsteen stationary all day, so she had ventured to come down-stairs after the heavy midday dinner which filled the house with odors. A little broth, served with what was considered great delicacy in Drumcarro in a china dish on a white napkin, had sufficed for her small appetite ; and when everything was still in the house, in partial somnolence after 42 KIRSTEEN. the meal, she had been brought to the parlor with all her shawls and cushions, and established by the fire. The news of the great ball at the Castle which had moved Marg'ret to the desperate step she had just taken had its efiect in the parlor too. Kirsteen, who had said at first proudly, "What am I heeding?" had, notwith- standing everything, begun to wake up a little to the more usual sensations of a girl of twenty when any great event of this descrip- tion is about to take place. It would be bonnie to see — ^it would be fine just for once to be in grand company like the old Doug- lases, her forebears, and see how the lords and ladies behaved them- selves if they were really so different from common folk. And then Kirsteen began to think of the music and the sound of tho dancers' feet upon the floor in spite of herself — and the imaginary strains went to her head. She was caught in the measure of her dreams, swaying a little involuntarily to keep time, and interjecting a real step, a dozen nimble twinklings of her feet in their strong country shoes as she went across the room to fetch a new clew for her mother's knitting. " What's that you're doing, Kirsteen, to shake the whole place 1" said Mrs. Douglas. " Oh, it's just nothing, mother." " She's practising her steps," said Mary, " for the grand ball." " Dear me, dear me," Mrs. Douglas said. " How well I know by myself! Mahy's the time I've danced about the house so that nothing would keep me still — but ye see what it all comes to. It's just vanity, and maybe worse than vanity — and fades away like the morning dew." " But, mother,'' said Kirsteen, " it was not your dancing nor the pleasure you've had that made you ill; so we cannot say that's what it comes to." " Pleasure !" said her mother. " It's very little pleasure I have had in my life since I marriet your father and came to this quiet place. Na, na, it's no pleasure — I was very light-hearted in mv nature, though you would not think it. But that's a thing that can- not last." " But you had it, mother," said Mary, " even if it was short. There was that ball you went to when you were sixteen, and the spangled muslin you had on, and the ofiicer that tore it with his spurs." Mrs. Douglas's eyes lit up with a faint reflection of bygone fire. " Eh, that spangled muslin," she said, " I'll never forget it, and KIESTEEN. 43 what they all said to me when I came home. It was not 'like the grand gowns that are the fashion now. It was one of the last of the old mode before those awfu' doings at the French Eevolution that changed everything. My mother wore a hoop under her gown standing out round her like a cart-wheel. I was not old enough for that ; but there was enough muslin in my petticoat to have made three of these bit skimpit things." " I just wish," said Mary with a sigh, " th^t we had it now." " It would be clean out of the fashion if ye had it ; and what would ye do with a spangled muslin here ? Ye must have parties to go to before ye have any need for fine cla'es." Mary breathed again that profound sigh. " There's the ball at the Castle," she said. " Lord keep us !" cried her mother. " Your father would take our heads o2 our shoulders if ye breathed a word of that." " But they say the whole country's going," said Kirsteen ; " it's like as if we were just nobody to be always held back." " Your father thinks of nothing but the boys," said Mrs. Doug- las, with a feeble wail ; " it's aye for them he's planning. Ye'll bring nothing in, he says, and he'll have you take little out." ,There was a pause after this. Indignation was strong in Kir- steen's heart, but there was also a natural piety which arrested her speech. The injustice, the humiliation and hard bondage of the iron rule under which she had been brought up, but which she had only now begun to look upon as anything more than the rule of nature, was what was uppermost in her thoughts. Mary's mind was not speculative. She did not consider humiliation or injustice. The practical affected her more, which no doubt was in every way a more potent argument. " I just wonder," she said, " that he has not more sense — for if we were away altogether we would take nothing out — and that cannot be if nobody knows that we are here." " Your father's a strange man," said Mrs, Douglas. " You're old enough to see ,that for yourselves. When there are men coming about a house, there's more expense. Many's the dinner he got off my father's table before he married me ; and to have your lads about the house would never please him. Many is the thought I take about it when ye think I have nothing in my head but my own trouble. He would never put up with your lads about the house." " Mother !" cried Kirsteen, with indignation, "we are not servant lasses with men coming courting. Who would dare to speak like that of us ?" 44 KIKSTEEN. Mary laughed a little over her work. She was darning the stockings of the household, with a large basket before her, and her hand and arm buried in a large leg of gray-blue worsted. She did not blush as Kirsteen did, but with a little simper accepted her , mother's suggestion. " If we are ever to get away from here, there will have to be lads about the house," she said, with practical wis- dom ; " if we're not to do it Anne's way." " Lord bless us, what are you saying ? If your father heard you he would turn us all to the door," said Mrs. Douglas, in dismay. " I've promised him on my bended knees I will never name the name of that — poor thing, poor thing," the mother cried suddenly, with a change of voice, falling into trembling and tears. " I've heard she was real well off," said Mary, " and a good man and two servant maids keepit for her. And it's just an old fash- ion, thinking so much of your family. The old Douglases might be fine folk, but what did they ever do for us ?" " Mary, hold your peace !" cried Kirsteen, flaming with scorn and wrath. " Would ye deny your good blood, and a grand race that were as good as kings in their day? And what have we to stand upon if it's not them 1 We would be no more than common folk." I'he conviction of Kirsteen's indignant tones, the disdainful cer- tainty of being, on the natural elevation of that grand race, some- thing very different from common folk, overawed the less convinced and less visionary pair. Mrs. Douglas continued to weep, silently rocking herself to and fro, while Mary made what explanations she qould to her fiery assailant. " I was meaning nothing," she said, " but just that they're all dead and gone, and their grandeur with them ; and the fashion's aye changing, and folk that have plenty are more thought upon than them that have nothing, whatever may be their name." " Do you think," said Kirsteen, " if we had my mother's old gown to cut down for you and me, or even new gowns fresh from the shop — do you think we would be asked to the Castle or any other place if it were not for the old Douglases that ye jeer at? It's not a spangled muslin, but an old name, that will carry us there." " There's something in that," said Mary, cowed a little. " But," she added with a sigh, " as we're not going it's no thanks to them nor any person. When the ladies and gentlemen are going to the ball we'll be sitting with our seams with one candle between us. I KIBSTEBN. 45 And we may just spend oar lives so, for anything that I can see — and the old Douglases will never fash their heads." " Lord bless us ! there's your father !" cried Mrs. Douglas with a start, hastily drying her eyes. Her ear was keener for that alarm- ing sound than the girls', who were caught almost in the midst of their talk. The laird came in, pushing open the door with a vio- lent swing which was like a gale of wind, and the suspicious silence that succeeded his entrance, his wife having recours'e to her knit- ting in sudden desperation, and the daughters bending over their various tasks with devotion, betrayed in a moment what they de- sired to hide from his jealous eye. " "What were ye coUeaguing and planning, laying your heads to- gether, that you're all so still when I come in ?" " We were planning nothing, Neil, just nothing," said Mrs. Doug- las, eagerly. " I was telling the bairns a bit of an auld story — ^just to pass the time." "They'll pass the time better doing their work," said their father. He came first to the fireside round which they were sit- ting, and stared into the glowing peat with eyes almost as red ; then he strode towards the only window, and stood there shutting out the light with his back towards them. There was not too much light at any time from that narrow and primitive opening, and his solid person filled it up almost entirely. Kirsteen laid down her work upon her lap. It was of a finer kind than Mary's, being no less than the hemming of the frills of Drumcarro's shirts, about which he was very particular. He had certain aristocratic habits, if not much luxury, and the fineness of his linen was one of these. Kirsteen's hemming was almost invisible, so small were the stitches X, and the,thread so delicate. She was accomgMied with her needle I according to the formula of that day. " Drumcarro," said his wife, timidly, after a few minutes of this eclipse, " I am not wanting to disturb ye, but Kirsteen cannot see to do her work — ^it's little matter for Mary and me." " What ails Kirsteen that she cannot do hfer work ?" he said, roughly, turning round but keeping his position. " Kirsteen here and Kirsteen there — I'm sick of the name of her. She's making some cursed nonsense I'll be bound for her ain back." " It's for your breast, father," said Kirsteen ; " but I'll stop if you like, and put it by." He eyed her for a moment with sullen opposition, then stepped away from the window without a word. He had an uneasy sensa- 46 EIBSTEEN. tion that when Kirsteen was his opponent the case did not always go his way. " A great deal ye care, any of ye, for me and my wishes," he said. " Who was it sent that deevil of a woman to my own business-room, where, if any place, a man may expect to be left in peace ? No to disturb me ! Ye would disturb me if I was on my death-bed for any confounded nonsense of your'ain." " I am sure, Drumcarro — " his wife replied, beginning to cry. " Sure — you're sure of nothing but what she tells ye. If it were not for one thing more than another I would turn her out of my house." "Dinna do that — oh, dinna do that, if it's Marg'ret you're mean- ing," pried Mrs. Douglas, clasping her hands. " She's just a stand- by for everything about the place, and the best cook that ever was — and thinks- of your interest, Drumcarro, though maybe ye will not believe it, far above her own. And if you take away Marg'ret I'll just lie down and die — for there will be no comfort more." " You're very keen to die — in words ; but I never see any signs in you of keeping to it," he said ; then drawing forward a chair to the fire, pushing against Kirsteen, who drew back hurriedly, he threw himself down in it in the midst of the women, who moved their seats hastily on either side to give him room. " What's this," he said, " aboiit some nonsense down at the Castle that is turning all your silly heads ? and what does it mean ?" Mrs. Douglas was too frightened to speak, and as for Kirsteen she was very little disposed to take advantage of the milder frame of mind in which her father seemed to be to wheedle or persuade him into a consent. It was Mary who profited by the unusual opportunity. " It's just the ball, father, that the duke gives when he comes home." " The duke," said he. " The duke is as auld a man as I am, and balls or any other foolishness, honest man, I reckon they're but little in his way." " He does not do it for himself, father — there's the young lords and ladies that like a little diversion. And all the folk beside from far and near — that are good enough," Mary said adroitly. " There are some that say he's too particular, and keeps many out." " Nobody can be too particular, if he's a duke or if he's a com- moner," said Mr. Douglas. " A good pedigree is just your only safeguard — and not always that," he added after a moment, looking at her steadily. " You'll be one that likes a little diversion, too ?" " And that I am, father," said Mary, suddenly growing into the KIESTEEN. 4:1 boldest of the party, exhilarated and stimulated, she could scarcely tell how, by a sentiment of success that seemed to have got into the air. Mrs. Douglas here interposed, anxious apparently lest her daughter should go too far. " No beyond measure, Drumcarro — just, in reason, as once I liked it, well myself." '' You," said Drumcarro hastily, " ye were never an example. Let them speak for themselves. I've heard all the story from be- ginning to end. They're weary of their life here, and they think , if they went to this folly they might maybe each get a man to de- liver them." " Father !" cried Kirsteen, springing to her feet with blazing eyes. To her who knew better, who had not only the pride of her young womanhood to make that suggestion terrible, but the secret in her heart which made it blasphemy, there was something intolerable in the words and laugh and gibe, which roused her mother to a wondering and tremulous confidence, and made Mary's heart bound with anticipated delight. But no notice was taken of Kirsteen's outcry. The laird's harsh laugh drew forth a tremulous accompaniment, which was half nervous astonishment and half a desire to please him, from his more subservient woman- kind. " Well, Drumcarro," said his wife, timidly, " it would just be the course of nature ; and I'm sure if it was men that would make them happy, it's no me that would ever say them nay." " You !" said her husband again. " Ye would not say nay to a goose if ye saw him waddlin' ben. It's not to your judgilient I'm meaning to trust. What's Kirsteen after there, with her red head and her e'en on fire ? Sit down on your chair and keep silent if ye have nothing pleasant to say. I'm not a man for weirdless nonsense and promiscuous dancing and good money thrown away on idle feasts and useless cla'es. But if there's a serious meaning at the bottom of it, that's just another matter. Eelen, I suppose, that's in all the folly of the place, and well known to the duke and his family, as she has a good right to be from her name, will un- derstand all about it, and how to put them forth and set them out to the best advantage. It must be well done if it's done at all." " There's a great many things that they will want, Drumcarro ; none of mine are fit to wear, and the fashions all changed since my time. They will want — " " Oh, mother, not half what you think ; I've my cairngorms that 48 KIRSTEEN. Aunt Mary left me. And Kirsteen, she has a very white skin that needs nothing. It's just a piece of muslin for our gowns — " " Eh me," said Mrs. Douglas, " when I mind all my bonnie dyes, and my pearlins and ribbons, and high-heeled shoes, and my fan as long as your arm ; and washes for my skin and cushions for my hair!" She sat up in her chair, forgetting her weakness, and color rising in her pale cheeks, her spirit rising to the unaccustomed de- lightful anticipation which was half regret and recollection, so that for once in her life she forgot her husband and escaped from his power. " Ah !" she exclaimed again with a little outcry of pain, " if I had but thought upon the time I might have lasses of my ain and keepit them for my bairns — " " Ye may make yourself easy on that point," said Drumcarro, pushing back the chair he had taken, " for ye never had a thing but was rubbish, nothing fit for a daughter of mine." " It's not the case, it's not the case," said the poor lady, touched in the tenderest point. " I had my mother's garnets, as bonnie a set as ever was seen, and I had a brooch with a real diamant in- side it, and a pearl pin — and — oh, I'm no meaning to say a word to blame your father, but what do men ken of such things ? And it's not the case ! It's not the case ! Ye're not to believe him," she said with a feverish flush upon her cheeks. ' " Bits of red glass and bits of white, and a small paste head on the end of a brass preen," said Drumcarro with a mocking laugh. " Father, let her be," cried Kirsteen. " I'll not have her crossed, my bonnie Minnie, not for all the balls that ever were." " You'll not have her crossed ! You're a bonnie one to lift your face to your father. If you say another word ye shall not go." " I care not if I should never go — I will not have my mother vexed, not for the duke nor the Castle nor a' Scotland," cried Kir- steen, with fire gleaming in her hazel eyes. " Oh, ye fool, ye fool ! and him for once in a good key,'' cried Mary, in her sister's ear. CHAPTER VIII. Mrs. Douglas was the first to echo this prudent advice when after she had wept away the sting of that atrocious accusation and minutely described her " bonnie dyes" (her pretty things) to her KIKSTEEN. 49 children, who indeed had heard all about them often, and tnew the pearl pin and the garnets by heart, and had been comforted *ith a cup of tea, she came to herself. And by that time Kirsteen's in- dignation, too, had cooled, and thoughts of the heaven of the Cas- tle, with fine ladies and grand gentlemen pacing forth as in the ballads, and music playing and the sound of the dancers' feet, be- gan to buzz in her young head and fill it with longings. If he had been at home he would have been there. It would now never be what it might have been had it happened before. But even with that great blank of absence Kirsteen was but twenty, and her heart did not refuse to throb a little at this unthought-of, unhoped-for prospect. Just to see it, and how great persons behaved, and what the world was like, when you were in it— that world which repre- sents itself in so many difEerent ways to the youthful imagination. Kirsteen felt that at the Castle she would see it in all its glory, nothing better in the king's own court — for was it not under the shadow of the duke, and what could fancy desire more ? She would need no further enlightenment or experience of the aspect of society, and what it was and how it looked, than she could get there. This was the Highland girl's devout belief ; Vedi Napoli e poi mqrlre ; earth could not have anything to show more fair. Marg'ret would have been more than a woman had she not been all-glorious over this event. " I just daured him to do it," she said, " to let the occasion pass by and nane of his daughters seen, and a' their chances lost." " Did ye speak of chances for me ?" cried Kirsteen in youthful fury. " Me that would not look at one of them, if it was the prince out of the story-book. Me that — !" She turned away to dash a hot tear from her dazzling wet eyes. " Me that am waiting for him !" Kirsteen said in her heart, ller faithful champion looked at her with anxious eyes. " If she would but say that's what she's meaning," was Marg'ret's commentary. " Eh, I wonder if that's what she's meaning ? but when neither the ane nor the ither says a word, how is a person to ken ?" It slightly overclouded her triumph to think that perhaps for her favorite the chances were all forestalled, and even that trouble might come out of it if somebody should throw the handkerchief at Kirsteen whom her father approved. The cold chill of such an alarm not seldom comes across the designer of future events when all has been carefully arranged to quicken the action of Providence. But Marg'ret put that discouraging alarnl hastily out of her mind. Right or wrong, it was always a good thing that her nurslings 4 50 KIESTEEN. should see the world. When the roll of white muslin arrived that was to mate the famous gowns, and when Miss Macnab (who was not without claims in some far-away manner to be connected with a family in as near as the tenth remove from the Laird of Macnab s own sovereign race) came over with her little valise, and her neces- saire fullof pins and needles, and was put into the best room, and became for the time the centre of interest in the household, Marg'ret could scarcely contain herself for pleasure. " A' the hoose," with the exception of the boys, who at this stage of their development counted for little, snatched every available moment to loot in upon Miss Macnab — who sat in state, with a large table covered with cuttings, and two handmaids, at least, always docile beside her, running up gores or laying hems. It might be thought, indeed, that the fashion of that time required no great amount of labor in the construction of two white dresses for a pair of girls. But Miss Macnab was of a different opinion. She did not know, indeed, the amount of draping and arranging, the skill of the artist in the fine hanging of folded stuffs, or even the multitudinous flouncings of an intermediate age into which the art of dress was to progress. The fashions of 1814 look like simplicity itself ; the long, straight, narrow skirt, the short waist, the infantile sleeves, would seem to demand little material and less trouble for their simple arrangement. But no doubt this was more in appearance than- in reality, and the mind of the artist is always the same what- ever his materials may be. Miss Macnab kept the young ladies under hand for hours, fitting every line — not folds, for folds there were none — so that the skirt might cling sufiiciently without af- fording too distinct a revelation of the limbs beneath, an art per- haps as difiicult as any of the more modern contrivances. Mary stood like a statue under the dressmaker's hands. She was never weary ; so long as there was a pleat or seam that needed correc- tion, a pinch too little here, a fulness too much there, she was al- ways ready. The white gown was moulded upon her with some- thing like a sculptor's art. Miss Macnab, with her mouth full of pins, and her fingers seamed with work, pinned and pulled, and stretched out and drew in with endless perseverance. She was an artist in her way. It was terrible to her, as a mistake on the field of battle to a general, to send forth into the world a gown that did not fit, a pucker or a twist in any garment she made. There are no Miss Macnabs no.wadays, domestic professors of the most primi- tive yet everlasting of arts. The trouble she took over her com- KIESTEEN. SI position would tire out a whole generation of needlewomen, and few girls even for a first ball would stand like Mary to be manipu- lated. And there is no such muslin now as the fine and fairy web, like the most delicate lawn, Vhich was the material of those won- derful gowns, and little workmanship so delicate as that which put together the long seams, and made invisible hems round the scanty but elaborate robe. Kirsteen, who was not so patient as her sis- ter, looked on with a mixture of contempt and admiration. It did not, to her young mind and thoughts, occupied with a hundred varying interests, seem possible at first to give up all that time to the perfection even of a ball-dress. But presently the old seam- stress, with her devotion to her art, began to impress the open- minded girl. It was not a very rich living which Miss Macnab de- rived from all this labor and care. To see her kneeling upon her rheumatic knees, directing the easy fall of the soft muslin line to the foot, which ought to peep from underneath without deranging the exactness of the delicate hem, was a wonder to behold. A rivulet of pins ran down the seam, and Miss Macnab's face was grave and careful I as if the destinies of a kingdom were upon that muslin line. " "What trouble you are taking !" cried Kirsteen. " And it's not as if it were silk or velvet, but just a muslin gown." Miss Macnab looked up from where she knelt by Mary's knee. She had to take the pins Out of her mouth before she could speak, which was inconvenient, for no pincushion is ever so handy, v " Mis^ie," she said, " my dear, ye just show your ignorance ; for ) there's nothing so hard to take a good set as a fine muslin ; and | the maist diflBcult is aye the maist particular, as ye would soon learn | if ye gave yoursel' to ainy airt." ' ' Kirsteen, who knew very little of any art, but thought it meant painting pictures, here gave vent, to her own shame afterwards,' to a little laugh, and said hastily, " I would just set it straight and sew it up again if it was me." " I have no objection that ye should try," said Miss Macnab, rising from her knees ; " it's aye the best lesson. When I was in a lairger way of business, with young ones working under me, I aye let them try their ain way ; and maistly | found they were well content after to turn to mine — that is, if they were worth the learn- ing," she added, composedly ; " there are many that are just a waste of time and pains." " And these are the ones that take their own way ? But if I 52 KIKSTEEN. were to take mine I would never yield, I would make it answer," said Kirsteen. She added, with a blush, " I just cannot think enough of all your trouble and the pains ye take." Miss Macnab gave the blushing girl a friendly look. She had again her mouth full, so that speech was impossible, but she nod- ded kindly and with dignity in return for this little burst of ap- proval which she knew to be her due ; and it was with all the con- fidence of conscious merit and a benign condescension that she expounded her methods afterwards. " If ye dinna get the skirt to fall straight from the waist, ye will never mend it at the foot," she said. " I can see you're ane that can comprehend a principle, my bonnie missie. Take a' the trouble ye can at the beginning, and the end will come right of itsel'. A careless start means a double vexation in the finish. And that ye'Il find to apply," said this mild philosopher, " to life itsel' as well as to the dressmaking, which is just like a' the airts I ever heard tell of, a kind of epit- ome of life." Kirsteen could not but break out into a laugh again, notwith- standing her compunction, at the dressmaker's high yet mild pre- tension ; but she listened with great interest while Mary stood and gave all her thoughts to the serious subject of the skirt and how it would hang. " I just pay no attention to what she's saying, but I would like my gown to hang as well as any there, and you must - take trouble for that," was Mary's report afterwards when the gown was found to be perfect. And what with these difEering motives and experiences, the workroom was the opening of new interests in Drumcarro, as important as even the ball at the Castle. The excitement and continued interest made the greatest improve- ment in Mrs. Douglas's health, who came and sat in Miss Macnab's room and gave a hundred directions, which the dressmaker re- ceived blandly but paid no attention to. Marg'ret herself was stirred by the presence of the artist. She not only excelled her- self in the scones she made for Miss Macnab's tea, but she would come in the afternoon when she was not " throng " and stand with her hands upon each side of her ample waist and admire the work and add no insignificant part to the conversation, discoursing of her own sister. Miss Jean Brown, that was in a very large way of business in London, having gone there as a lady's maid twenty years before. The well-born Miss Macnab allowed, with a conde- scending wave of her hand, that many began in that way. " But my opinion is that it wants good blood in your veins and a leddy's KIESTEEN. 53 breeding before you'll ever make a gown that will set off a leddy," she said to the little circle, but only, not to hurt her feelings, after Marg'ret was gone. While these proceedings were occupying all his family, Drum- carro himself proceeded with the practical energy which hitherto had only been exercised on behalf of his sons to arrange for his, daughters' presentation to the world. More exciting to the county than a first drawing-room of the most splendid season was the ball at the Castle, which was by far the finest thing that many of the Argyllshire ladies of those days ever saw. Even among those who, like the family of Drumcarro, owned no clan allegiance to the duke, the only way of approaching the beau monde, the great world which included London and the court as well as the Highlands, was by his means. The duke in his own country was scarcely second to the far-off and unknown king whose throne was shrouded in such clouds of dismay and trouble, and the duchess was in all but name a far more splendid reality than the old and peevish majesty, with- out beauty or prestige, who sat in sullen misery at Windsor. To go to London, or even to Edinburgh, to the Lord High Commis- sioner's receptions at Holyrood, was a daring enterprise that no- body dreamed of ; but to go to the Castle was the sea,l of good blood and breeding. When he had got this notion into his head Drum- carro was as determined upon it as the fondest father could have been. The girls were of no consequence, but his daughters had their rights with the best, and he would not have the family let down even in their insignificant persons; not to speak of the, powerful suggestion of relieving himself from further responsibil- ity by putting them each in the way of finding " a man." He made his appearance accordingly one afternoon in the little house inhabited by Miss Eelen, to the great surprise of that lady. It was a very small, gray hoiise, standing at a corner of the village street, with a small garden round it, presenting a curious blank and one-eyed aspect, from the fact that every window that could be spared, and they were not abundant to start with, had been blocked up on account of the window-tax. MissEelen's parlor was dark in consequence, though it had originally been very bright, with a corner window towards the loch and the quay with all its fishing-boats. This, however, was completely built up, and the prospect thus confined to the street and the merchant's opposite — a little huckster's shop in which everything was sold from needles to ploughshares. Miss Eelen was fond of this window, and it was 54 KIBSTEEN. so cheerful ; and it was true that nobody could escape her who went to Robert Duncan's— the children who had more .pennies to spend than was good for them, or the servant girls who went sur- reptitiously with bottles underneath their aprons. Miss Eelen kept a very sharp eye upon all the movements of the town, but even she acknowledged the drowsiness that comes after dinner, and sat in her big chair near the fire with her back turned to the window, " her stocking " in her lap, and her eyes, as she would have described it, " gathering straes," when Mr. Douglas paid her that visit. Her cat sat on a footstool on the other side, majesti- cally curling her tail around her person, and winking at the fire like her mistress. The peats were burning with their fervent, flameless glow, and comfort was diffused over the scene. When Drumcarro came in. Miss Eelen started and instinctively put her hands to ter cap, which in these circumstances had a way of get- ting awry. " Bless me, Drumcarro ! is this you ?" " It's just me," he said. " I hope they're all well ?" " Very well, I'm obliged to you. I just came in to say a word about — the Castle — " " What about the Castle ?" with astonished eyes. " I was meaning this nonsense that's coming on — ^the ball," said Mr. Douglas, with an effort. A certain shamefacedness appeared on his hard countenance — something like a blush, if that were a thing possible to conceive. " The ball ? Bless us all ! have ye taken leave of your senses, Neil ?" " Why should I take leave of my senses ? I'm informed that the haill country — everybody that's worth calling gentry — will be going. You're hand and glove with all the clanjamfry. Is that true ?" " Who ye may mean by ' clanjamfry ' I cannot say. If ye mean that his grace and her grace are just bye ordinary pleasant, and the young lords and ladies aye running out and in — ^no for what I have to give them, as is easy to be seen-;—" " I'm not surprised," said Drumcarro ; " one of the old Douglas family, before the attainder, was as good as any one of their new- fangled dukes." " He's no a new-fangled duke, as you know well ; and as for the Douglas family, it is neither here nor there. Ye were saying ye had received information f Miss Eelen divined her kinsman's KIRSTEEN. 55 errand, though it surprised her, but she would not help him out. "Just that," said'Drumcarro ; " I hear there's none left out that are of good stock. Now I'm not a man for entertainment, or any of your nonsense of music and dancing, nor ever was. I have had too much to do in my life. But I'm told it will be a slight to the name if there's none goes from Drumcarro. Ye know what my wife is — a complaining creature, with no spirit to say what's to be done, or what's not — " " Spirit !" cried Miss Eelen. " Na, she never had the spirit to stand up to the like of you ; but, my word, you would soon have broken it if she had." " I'm not here," said Mr. Douglas, " to get any enlightenment on her character or mine. I've always thought ye a sensible woman, Eelen, even though we do not always agree. They tell me it'll be like a scorn put upon Drumcarro if the lasses are not at this ploy. Confound them a' and their meddling, and the fools that make feasts, and the idiots that yammer and talk ! I've come to you to see what you think. There shall come no scorn on Drumcarro while I'm to the fore." " Well, Neil, if you ask me," said Miss Eelen, " I would have taken the first word, and given ye my opinion if I had thought it would be of any use ; but it's just Heaven's truth ; and farewell to the credit of Drumcarro when it's kent there are two young women, marriageable and at an age to come forward, and not there. It is just the truth. It will be said — for that matter it is said al- ready — that ye're so poor or so mean that ye grudge the poor things a decent gown, and keep them out of every chance. I would not have said a word if ye had not asked me, but that's just what folk say." Drumcarro got up hastily from his chair and paced about the room, and he swore an oath or two below his breath that relieved his feelings. There was a great deal more in Miss Eelen's eyes. The "auld slave-driver" knew that his name did not stand high among his peers, and his imagination was keen enough to supply the details of the gossip of which his cousin gave so pleasant a summary. " Ye may tell them, then," he said, " with many thanks to you for your candid opinion, that Drumcarro's lasses, when he pleases, can just show with the best, and that I'll thole no slight to my name, any more than I would were I chief of this whole country, as my forebears were. And that's what ye can tell your gossips, 56 KIKSTEEN. Eelen, the next time ye ask them to a dish of tea — ^no to say you're a Douglas yourself and should have more regard for your own flesh and blood." " Bless me !" cried Miss. Eelen, " the man's just like a tempest, up in a moment. Na, Drumcarro, I always gave ye credit if but your pride was touched. And it's just what I would have wished, for I was keen for a sight of the ploy mysel', but too old to go for my own pleasure. You will just send them and their finery over to me in the gig, and I'll see to all the rest. Bless me, to think of the feeling that comes out when ye least expect it. I was aye convinced that if once your pride was touched. And who knows what may come of it? There's plenty of grand visitors at the Castle — a sight of them's as good as a king's court." " I hope a man will come out of it, to one or the other of them," Drumcarro said. CHAPTER IX. Mb. Douglas himself went to the ball at the Castle. He was of opinion that when a thing is to be done, it is never so well done as when you do it in your own person, and, like most other people of similar sentiments, he trusted nobody. Miss Eelen, as one of the race, was no doubt on the whole in the interests of the family, but Drumcarro felt that even she was not to be trusted with so delicate a matter as the securing of " a man " for Mary or Kirsteen. It was better that he should be on the spot himself to strike when the iron was hot, and let no opportunity slip. It is true that his costume was far from being in the latest fashion ; but to this he was supremely indifferent, scarcely taking it into the most cursory consideration. If he went in sackcloth he would no less be a Douglas, the representative of the old line upon whose pedigree there was neither shadow nor break. He was very confident that he could not appear anywhere without an instant recognition of his claims. Those of the duke himself were in no way superior ; that potentate was richer, he had the luck to have always been on the winning side, and had secured titles and honors when the Douglases had attainder and confiscation — but Douglas was Doug- las when the duke's first forebear was but a paidling lairdie with KIRSTEEN. 57 not a dozen men to his name. Such at least was the conviction of Drumcarro ; and he marched to the Castle in his one pair of black silk stockings — with his narrow country notions strangely crossed by the traditions of the slave-driving period, with all his intense narrow personal ambitions and grudges, and not an idea beyond the aggrandizement of his family — in the full consciousness of equality (if not superiority) to the best there, the statesihan duke, the great landowners and personages who had come from far and near. Such a conviction sometimes gives great nobleness and dig- nity to the simple mind, but Drumcarro's pride was not of this elevating kind. It made him shoulder his way to the front with ( rising rage against all the insignificant crowd that got before him, j jostle as he might ; it did not give him the consolatory assurance that where he was, there must be the most dignified place. It must be allowed, however, in defence of his attitude, that to feel yourself thrust aside into a crowd of nobodies when you know your place to be with the best, is trying. Som'e people succeed in bearing it with a smile, but the smile is seldom warm or of a genial character. And Drumcarro, at the bottom of tl^e room, struggling to get forward, seeing the fine company at the other end, and in- variably, persistently, he scarcely knew how, put back among the crowd, was not capable of that superlative amiability. The surprise of it partially subdued him for a time, and Miss Eelen's exertions, who got him by the arm, and endeavored to make him hear reason. " Drumcarro ! bless the man — can ye not be content where ye are ? Yon's just the visitors, chiefly from England and foreign parts — earls and dukes, and such like." " Confound the earls and the dukes ! what's their titles and their visitors to me ? The Douglases have held their own and more for as many hundred years — " " Whist, whist, for mercy's sake ! Lord, ye'll have all the folk staring as if we were some ferly. Everybody knows who the Doug- lases were ; but, man, mind the way of the world that ye are just as much afiected by as any person. Riches and titles take the crown of the causeway. We have to put up with it whether we like it or no. You're fond of money and moneyed folk your- self—" " Hand your fuilish tongue, ye know nothing about it," said Drumcarro. But then he felt that he had gone too far. " I'm so used to my wife I forget who I'm speaking to. You'll excuse me, Eelen?" 58 KIESTEEN. " The Lord be praised I'm not your wife," said Miss Eelen, de- Toutly. She added, perceiving a vacant chair a little higher up near the edge of the privileged line, " I see my harbor, Drumcarro, and there I'll go, but no further ;" and with an able dive through the throng, and long experience of the best methods, managed adroitly to settle herself there. She calight by the elbow as she made her dart a gentleman who stood by, a man with gray hair still dressed in a black silk bag in the old-fashioned way which was no longer the mode. " Glendochart," she said, " one word. I'm wanting your help ; you were always on the Douglas side." " Miss Eelen ?" he cried, with a little surprise, turning round. He was a man between fifty and sixty, with a fresh color and gentle, friendly air, much better dressed and set up than Drumcarro, but yet with something of the look of a man more accustomed to the hillside and the moor than to the world. " For gudesake look to my cousin Neil, of Drumcarro ; he's just like a mad bull raging to be in the front of everything. Auld Earl Douglas, our great forebear, was naething to him for pride. He will just shame us all. before the duke and duchess and their grand visitors if some one will not interfere." The gentleman thus appealed to turned round quickly with a glance at the two girls, who with difiBculty, and a little breathless and blushing with excitement, had emerged out of the crowd be- hind Miss Eelen, less skilled in making their way than she. " These young ladies," he said, " are with you ? they'll be — " "Just Drumcarro's daughters, and the first time they've ever been seen out of their own house. But yonder's their father mak- ing everybody stand about. For ainy sake, Glendochart." " I'll do your bidding, Miss Eelen." The girls both thought, as his look dwelt upon them, that he was a most kind and pleasant old gentleman, and sighed with a thought that life would be far easier and everything more practicable if their father was but such another. But, alas, that was past pray- ing for. They had a little more space, now that they had gained this comparative haven at the side of Miss Eelen's chair, to take breath and look about them, and shake themselves free of the crowd. The muslin gowns had been very successful ; the skirts fell in a straight line from the waistband high under their arms to their feet, one with a little edge of fine white embroidery, the other with a frill scarcely to be called a flounce round the^ foot. The bodices KIESTEBN-. 59 were no longer than a baby's, cut in a modest round with a little tucker of lace against the warm whiteness of the bosom ; the sleeves were formed of little pufis of muslin also lite a baby's. Mary wore her necklace of cairngorms with much pride. Kirsteen had nothing upon her milk-white throat to ornament or conceal it. Nothing could have been whiter than her throat, with the soft warmth of life just tinging its purity ; her red hair, which goes so well with that warm whiteness, was done up in what was caUed a classic knot at the back of her head, but there were some little curls which would not be gainsaid about her forehead and behind her ears. Her arms were covered with long silk gloves drawn up to meet the short sleeves. She was in a great tremor of excited imagination and expected pleasure. She was not thinking of partners, indeed, nor of performing at all in her own person. She had come to see the world — to see the fine ladies and gentlemen, to hear some of their beautiful talk perhaps, and watch the ex- quisite way in which they would behave themselves. This was the chief pre-occupation of her mind. She looked round her as if it had been " the play." Kirsteen knew nothing at all of the play, and had been brought up to believe that it was a most depraved and depraving entertainment, but still there had never been any doubt expressed of its enthralling character. The ball she had de- cided, from the first day it had been mentioned, would be as good as going to the play. Miss Eelen very soon found an old lady sitting near with whom she could talk, but Mary and Kirsteen stood together looking out upon the faces and the moving figures and speaking to no one. They scarcely cared to talk to each other, which they could do, they both reflected, very well at home. They stood pressing close to each other, and watched all the coining and going. In the posi- tion which they had gained they could see all the sets, the great people at the head of the room, the humbler ones below. Kirsteen had an advantage over her sister. She had met Lady Chatty several times at Miss Eelen's, and had admired her, half for herself, half for her position, which had a romantic side very delightful to her simple imagination. " That's Lady Chatty," she whispered to Maiy, proud of her superior knowledge. " I don't think much of her," said Mary, whispering back again. This gave Kirsteen a shock in the perfect pleasure with which she watched the graceful movements and animated looks of the future beauty. She had felt a disinterested delight in following the other girl through her 60 KffiSTEEN. dance, admiring how happy she looked and how bright ; but Mary's criticism had a chilling eflEect. A long time passed thus, and Kirsteen began to feel tired in spite of herself ; the pleasure of watching a roomful of anitnated dancers very soon palls at twenty. Her expectation of pleasure gradually died away. It was very bonnie, but not the delight she had thought. Mary stood with a smile which had never varied since they entered the room, determined to look pleased whatever happened — but Kirsteen was not able to keep up to that level. If he had but been here ! then indeed all things would have been dif- ferent. It gave her a singular consolation to think of this, to feel that it was in some sort a pledge of her belonging to him that she was only a spectator in the place where he was not ; but she was too sensible. not to be aware that her consolation was a fantastic one, and that she would in fact have been pleased to dance and enjoy herself. She and hef sister were pushed a little higher up by the pressure of the crowd, which formed a fringe round the room, and which consisted of a great many young men too timid to break into the central space where the fine people were perform- ing, and of tired and impatient girls who could not dance till they were asked. Somehow it began to look all very foolish to Kir- steen, not beautiful as she had hoped. And then by ill luck she overheard the chatter of a little party belonging to the house. It was the kind of chatter which no doubt existed and was freely used at the balls given by the Pharaohs (if they gave balls), or by Pericles, or at least by Charle- magne. "Where do all these funny people come from?" "Out of the ark, I should think," the young lords and ladies said. "Antediluvian certainly — look, here is a pair of very strange beasts." The pair in question seemed to Kirsteen a very pretty couple. The young man a little flushed and blushing at his own daring, the girl, yes ! there could be no doubt, Agnes Drummond, Eonald's sister, of as good family as any in the room. But the young ladies and gentlemen from London laughed " consumedly." "Her gown must have been made in the year one." "And no doubt that's the coat his grandfather was married in." But all their impertinences were broiight to a climax by Lord John, one of the family, who ought to have known better. "Don't you know," he said, "it's my mother's menagerie? We have the natives once a year and make 'em dance. Wait a little till they warm to it, and then you shall see what you shall see." Kirsteen KIRSTEEN. 61 turned and flashed a passionate glance at the young speaker, which made him step backward and blush all over his foolish young face ; for to be sure he had only been beguiled into saying what 'the poor young man thought was clever, and did not mean it. Kirsteen's bosom swelled with pride and scorn and injured feeling. And she had thought everybody would be kind ! and she had thought it would all be so bonnie ! And to think of a menagerie and the natives making a show for these strangers to see ! " Miss Kirsteen, there is a new set making up, and your sister ' would be glad of you for a vis-a-vis if ye will not refuse an old man for a partner." Kirsteen looked round and met the pleasant eyes, still bright enough, of Glendochart, whom Miss Eelen had bidden to look after the indignant Drumcarro. Kirsteen looked every inch Drumcarro's daughter as she turned round, an angry flush on her face, and her eyes shining with angry tears. " I will not dance. I am obliged to you, sir," she said. " Not dance," said Mary, in an indignant whisper, " when we're both asked ! And what would you have ? We cannot all have young men." " I will not dance — to make sport for the fine folk," said Kir- steen in the same tone. " You are just like my father," said Mary, " spoiling other folk's pleasure. Will ye come or will ye not, and the gentleman wait- ing — and me that cannot if you will not." " Come, my dear," said old Glendochart. He patted her hand as he drew it through his arm. " I have known your father and all your friends this fifty years, and ye must not refuse an old man." Neither of the girls were very much at their ease in the quad- rille, but they watched the first dancers with anxious attention, and followed their example with the correctness of a lesson just re- ceived. Kirsteen, though she began very reluctantly, was soothed in spite of herself by the music and the measure, and the satisfac- tion of having a share in what was going on. She forgot for a moment the gibes she had listened to with such indignation. A quadrille is a very humdrum performance nowadays to those who know nothing so delightful as the wild monotony of the round dance. But in Kirsteen's time the quadrille was still comparatively new, and very " genteel." It was an almost solemn satisfaction to have got successfully through it, and her old partner was very kind and took her out to the tea-room afterwards with the greatest atten- tion, pointing out to her the long vista of the corridor and some of 62 KIKSTEEN. the pictures on the walls, and everything that was worth seeing. They were met as they came back by a very fine gentleman with a riband and a star, who stopped to speak to her companion, and at whom Kirsteen looted with awe. " And who may this bonnie lass be ?" the great man said. "A daughter of yours, Glendochart?" " No daughter of mine," said the old gentleman in a testy tone. " I thought your grace was aware I was the one of your clan that had not married. The young lady is Miss Kirsteen Douglas, a daughter of Drumcarro." "I beg your — her pardon and yours; I ought to have known better," said the duke. " But you must remember, Glendochart, when you are in such fair company, that it is never too late to mend." " He should indeed have known better," said Glendochart, when they had passed on. "These great folk. Miss Kirsteen, they can- not even take the trouble to mind — which kings do, they say, who have more to think of. And yet one would think my story is not a thing to forget. Did you ever hear how it was that John Camp- bell of Glendochart was a lone auld bachelor ? It's not a tale for a ball-room, but there's something in your pretty eyes that makes me fain to tell." " Oh, it is little I care for the ball-room," cried Kirsteen, remem- bering her grievance, which she told with something of the fire and indignation of her original feeling. He laughed softly, and shook his head. " Never you fash your head about such folly. When my Lord John goes to St. James's the men of fashion and their ladies will say much the same of him, and you will be well avenged." " It's very childish to think of it at all," said Kirsteen, with a blush. " And now will you tell me ?" She looked up into his face with a sweet and serious attention which bewitched the old gentle- man, who was not old at all. " I was away with my regiment on the continent of Europe and in the Colonies and other places for many years, when I was a young man," Glendochart said. "Yes?" said Kirsteen, with profoundest interest — for was not that the only prospect before him too ? " But all the time I was confident there was one waiting for me at home." " Oh, yes, yes," said Kirsteen, as if it had been her own tale. " The news from the army was slow in those days, and there KIRSTBEN. 63 was many a mistake. Word was sent home that I was killed when I was but badly wounded. I had neither father nor mother to in- quire closely, and everybody believed it, and she too. I believe her friends were glad, on the whole, for I was a poor match for her. Her heart was nearly broke, but she was very young and she got over it ; and, whether with her own will or without it I cannot tell, when I came home at last it was her wedding-day." "Oh!" Kirsteen cried, alihost with a shriek, "was that the end of her waiting ? Me, I would have waited and waited on — " " Wait now and ye will hear. The marriage was just over when I came to her father's house, thinking no evil. And we met ; and when she saw me, and that I was a living man, and remembered the ring that was on her finger and that she was another man's wife, she went into her own maiden chamber, that she had never left, and shut to the door. And there she just died, and never spoke another word." " Oh, Glendochart ! " cried Kirsteen, with an anguish of sympa- thy, thinking of Ronald, and of the poor dead bride, and of the sorrow which seemed to her throbbing heart impossible, as if any- thing so cruel could not have been. She clasped his arm with both her hands, looking up at him with all her heart in her face. "My bonnie dear!" he said, with surprised emotion, touching her clasped hands with his. And then he began to talk of other things ; for they were in the ball-room, where, though every one was ab- sorbed in his or her own pleasure, or else bitterly resenting the absence of the pleasure they expected, there were a hundred eyes on the watch for any incident. Kirsteen, in the warmth of her roused feelings, thought nothing of that. She was thinking of the other who was away with his regiment, for who could tell how many years — and for whom one was waiting at home, one that would never put another in his place, no, not for a moment, not whatever news might come ! CHAPTER X. " It was just a very bonnie ball," said Mary. " No, I was not disappointed at all. I danced with young Mr. Campbell of the Haigh, and once with old Glendochart, who is a very well-mannered man, though he is not so young as he once was.'' 64 KIRSTEEN. " He was by far and by far the nicest there," cried Kirsteen with enthusiasm. " For them that like an auld jo," said Mary, demurely. Kir- steen had no thought of " joes " old or young, but she thought with pleasure that she had gained a friend. "The duke took me for his daughter — and oh! if there was such a person she would be a happy lass. Aunt Eelen, did you ever hear — " Kirsteen cast a glance round and checked further question, for her father, consuming a delicate Loch Fyne herring, with his at- tention concentrated on his plate, and Mary, seated primly smiling over her scone, were not at all in sympathy with the tale she had been told last night. Miss Eelen, with the tray before her on which stood the teapot and teacups, peering into each to count the lumps of sugar she had placed there, did not appear much more congenial, though there were moments when the old lady showed a romantic side. No trace of the turban and feathers of last night was on her venerable head. She wore a muslin mutch, fine but not much different from those of the old wives in the cottages, with a broad black ribbon round it tied in a large bow on the top of her head; and her shoulders were enveloped in a warm tartan shawl pinned at the neck with a silver brooch. The fringes of the shawl had a way of getting entangled in the tray, and swept the teaspoons to the ground when she made an incautious movement ; but nothing would induce Miss Eelen to resign the tea-making into younger hands. " Did I ever hear ?" she said. " I would like to know, Kirsteen Douglas, what it is I havena heard in my long pilgrimage of nigh upon seventy years. But there's a time for everything. If ye ask me at another moment I'll tell ye the whole story. Is it you, Drumcarro, that takes no sugar in your tea ? No doubt you've had plenty in your time in yon dreadful West Indies where you were so long." " What's dreadful about them ?" said Drumcarro. " It's igno- rance that makes ye say so. Ye would think ye were in paradise if ye were there." " Oh, never with all those meeserable slaves !" " You're just a set of idiots with your prejudices," said the laird, who had finished his herrings and pushed away his plate. " Slaves, quo' she ! There's few of them would change places, I can tell ye, with your crofters and such like that ye call free men." KIBSTEEN. 65 " Ye were looking for something, father," said Mary. " I'm looking for that mutton-bone," said her father. " Fish is a fine thing ; but there's nothing like a bit of butcher's meat to begin the day upon." " It's my ain curing," said Miss Eelen. " Ye can scarcely call it butcher's meat, and it's just a leg of one of your own sheep, Drumcarro. Cry upon the lassie, Kirsteen, and she'll bring it ben in a moment. We're so used to womenfolk in this house, we just forget a man's appetite. I can recommend the eggs, for they're all our own laying. Two-three hens just makes all the difference in a house ; ye never perceive their feeding, and there's aye a fresh egg for an occasion. And so you were pleased with your ball? I'm glad of it, for it's often not the case when lassies are young and have no acquaintance with the world. They expect ower much. They think they're to get all the attention, like the heroines in thae foolish story-books. But that's a delusion that soon passes away. And then you're thankful for what you get, which is a far more wholesome frame of mind." Kirsteen assented to this with a grave face, and a little sigh for the beautiful visions of ideal pleasure which she had lost. But Mary bridled, and declared that all her expectations had been fulfilled. " I got a great deal of attention," she said, " and perhaps I had not such grand fancies as other folk." " I have bidden Glendochart to come and see us at Drumcarro. Ye'll have to see to the spare cham'er, and that he gets a good dinner," said Mr. Douglas. " Him and me we have many things in common. He's one of the best of his name, with a good record behind him — not to match with our auld Douglas line, but nothing to snuflE at, and not far off the head of the house him- sel'." " You would be at the school together, Drumcarro," Miss Eelen said. " No such a' thing — ^he's twenty years younger than me," said Mr. Douglas angrily. " And I was at no schule, here or there, as ye might well mind." " Twenty years ! If there's ten between ye that!s the most of it. There's no ten between ye. When I was a young lass in my teens, John Campbell was a bit toddling bairn, and ye were little mair, Drumcarrow. Na, na, ye need not tell me. If there's five, that's the most. Ye might have been at the schule together and nothing out of the common. But he's had none of the cares of a 5 66 KIESTEEN. family, though maybe he has had as bad to bear ; and a man that is not marriet has aye' a younger look. I ken not why, for with women it's just the contrair. " " Mr. Campbell is a very personable man," said Mary. " I'm no judge of ages, but I would say he was just in middle life." " It's but little consequence what you say," said her father, roughly. " If Kirsteen was to express an opinion — " Kirsteen's mind had a little wandered during this discussion. Glendochart's age appeared to this young woman a subject quite unimportant. He was of the age of all the fathers and old friends. Had she been a modern girl she would have said he was a darling, but no such liberties were taken in her day. " And that I will," she said, " for we made friends though I've only seen him one night. He is just a man after my own heart," said Kirsteen with warmth, with a sigh at the thought of his sad story, and a rising color which was due to the fact that her im- agination had linked the idea of young Eonald with that pf this old and delightful gentleman who had been what her young lover was — 'but born to a less happy fate. " Well," said Drumcarro, " now ye've spoken, Kirsteen, ye've made no secret of your feelings; and, so far as I can judge, he has just as fine an opinion of you. And if you give your atten- tion to making him comfortable and let him see the mettle you're of, there is no saying what may happen. And it's not me that will put obstacles in the way." "Drumcarro," cried Miss Eelen, "ye get credit for sense among your own kind, but if ever there was a donnered auld fool in affairs of a certain description ! Cannot ye hold your tongue, man, and let things take their course ? They will do that without either you or me." Mr. Douglas had disposed of a great deal of the muttom ham. He had made a very good breakfast, and he felt himself free to retire from^the table with a final volley. " If you think," he said " that I am going to give up my mind to manage, as you women- folks call it, and bring a thing about, and draw on the man and fleech the lassie, ye are just sair mistaken, Eelen. When I say a word in my house I'm accustomed to see it done, and no nonsense about it. If a man comes seeking that I approve of, it's my pleasure that he shall find what he's askin' for. I'll have no pick- ing and choosing. Men are no so plenty, and lasses are just a drug in the market. You have never got a man yourself." KIRSTEEN. 67 " The Lord be praised !" said Miss Eelen. " I would have broken his heart, or he would have broken mine. But I've kent them that would have married me, Niel Douglas ; if it was for me or for my tocher I leave you to judge. I'm thankful to think I was never deceived for a moment," said the old lady, with a nod which sent the black bow upon her head into a little convulsion of tremulous movement. " I name nae names," she said. Drumcarro walked to the window discomfited, and turned his back upon the party, looking out upon the village street. To tell the truth, he had forgotten that trifling incident in his life. To taunt a woman who has refused you with never having got a man is a little embarrassing, and his daughters exchanged astonished looks which he divined, though it took place behind his back. Their opinion did not interest him much, it is. true, but the thought that they had discovered a humiliation in his past life filled him with rage, insignificant as they were. He stood there for a moment swallowing his fury ; then, " There's the gig," he said, thankful for the diversion. " Ye'll better get on your things and get back to your work, and mind your mother and the con- cerns of the house instead of senseless pleasure. But it's just what I said, when ye begin that kind of thing there's no end to it. When the head's once filled with nonsense it's a business to get it out." " Well, father," said Mary, " the ball's done, and there is no other coming if we were ever so anxious. So you need not be feared. It's a little uncivil to Auntie Eelen to rise up the moment we've swallowed our breakfast." " Oh, dinna take me into consideration," said Miss Eelen. " Ye must do your father's bidding, and I'll never lay it to your charge. But you'll take a piece of yon fine seed cake to your mother, poor -thing, and some of the bonnie little biscuits that were round the trifle at the supper. I just put them in my pocket for her. It lets an invalid person see the way that things are done — and a wheen oranges in a basket. She has very little to divert her — though, poor thing, she has got a man." Drumcarro did not appear to take any notice of this Parthian arrow, though he fumed inwardly. And presently the girl's prep- arations were made. The muslin dresses did not take up so much room as ball-dresses do nowadays, and had been carefully packed early in the morning in a box which was to go home by the cart in the afternoon. And they tied on their brown bonnets 68 KIRSTEEN. and fastened their cloth pelisses with an activity becoming young persons who were of so little account. To mount beside their father in the gig, squeezed together in a seat only made for two persons, and in which he himself took an undiminished share, with a basket upon their knees, and several parcels at their feet, was not an unalloyed pleasure, especially as he gave vent to various threats of a vague description, and instantly stopped either daughter who ventured to say a word. But they had few pleas- ures in their life, and the drive home, even in these circumstances, was not without its compensations. The girls knew that every cottar woman who came out to the door to see them pass was aware that they had been at the ball at the Castle, and looked after them with additional respect. And even the shouting chil- dren who ran after the gig and dared a cut of Drumcarro's whip in their effort to hang on behind amused them, and gave them a feeling of pleased superiority. Coming home from the ball — it was perhaps the best part of it, after all. When they were draw- ing near the house their father made a speech to them which Kir- steen at least listened to without alarm but with much wonder. " Now," he said, suddenly, as if adding a last word to something said before, " I will have no nonsense whatever you may think. If a man comes to my door that I approve, I'll have no denial thrown into his teeth. You're all ready enough when it's to your own fancy, but, by , this time I'll make ye respect mine." " What is it, father ?" said Kirsteen, with astonished eyes. Mary gave her sister a smart poke with her elbow. '' We'll wait till we're asked before we give any denial," she said. " Ye shall give none whether or no," said Drumcarro, unrea- sonably it must be allowed; "but it's no you I'm thinking of," he added with contempt. Kirsteen felt herself deficient in Mary's power of apprehension. It was not often that this was the case, but her sister had certain- ly the better of her now. There were, hdwever, many things said by Drumcarro to which his family did not attach a great interest, and she took it for granted that this was one of the dark sayings and vague declarations in which, when he was out of humor, he was wont to indulge. Her heart was not overwhelmed with any apprehension when she jumped lightly down from the gig glad to escape from these objurgations and feeling the satisfaction of having news to tell, and a revelation to make to the eager house- hold which turned out to the door to meet her, Marg'ret in thQ KIRSTEEN. 69 front with cap-ribbons streaming behind her and her white apron folded over her arm, and little Jeanie with her hair tumbled and in disorder, her mouth and her ears open for every detail,, with one or two other heads in the background — they had never seen the Castle, these ignorant people, never been to a ball. The mor- tifications of the evening all melted away in the delight of having so much to tell. Certainly the coming home was the best ; it brought back something of the roseate color of the setting out. And what a world of new experiences and sensations had opened up before Kirsteen since yesterday. " Was it bonnie ?" said little Jeanie. " Did you see all the grand folk ? Was it as fine as ye thought ?" And then Mrs. Douglas's voice was heard from the parlor, " Come ben, come ben, this moment, bairns. I will not have ye say a word till ye're here." She was sitting up with a delicate color in her cheeks, her eyes bright with anticipation. " Now just begin at the beginning and tell me everything," she said. Certainly the best of it was the coming home. Mary gave her little narrative with great composure and precis- ion, though it surprised her sister. "Everybody was just very attentive," she said. " It was clear to be seen that the word had been passed who we are. It was young Mr. Campbell of the Haigh that took me out at the first, but I just could not count them. They were most ceevil. And once I saw young Lord John look- ing very hard at me, as if he would like to ask me, but there was no person to introduce him. And so that passed by," " Oh, Mary, I wish ye had danced with a lord and a duke's son," cried little Jeanie, clapping her hands. " Well, he was no great dancer," said Mary, " I liked the young laird of the Haigh far better, and even old Glendochart — but he was Kirsteen's one." " He was the nicest of all," cried Kirsteen. " But, Jeanie, ye should have seen all the bonnie ladies with their diamonds like sparks of light. You would have thought the duchess had stars on her head — all glinting as they do in a frosty sky — and a circle about her neck that looked like the King's Ellwand,* but far more of them. It's not like stones or things out of the earth, as folks say. It's like wearing little pieces of light," " Oh, I wish I had seen them," said Jeanie, " Whist, whist, I've seen diamonds many a time, but I never * The belt of Orion. To ' KIRSTEEN. thought them like pieces of light. They're more like bits of glass, which I have seen just as bonnie. And who was it you danced with most, Kirsteen ? You have not given us a list like Mary." " I danced with Glendochart," said Kirsteen, looking down a little. " I stood a long time just looking about me. When you are dancing you cannot see the rest of the ball, and it was very bonnie. Glendochart took me into the tea-room and showed me all the pictures and things." " But Lord John never looked in that fixed way at you ?" " No," said Kirsteen, very shortly, perceiving that it was inex- pedient to repeat the little episode of Lord John. " Then ye were not so much taken notice of as Mary ?" cried Jeanie, with disappointment. " But she spoke to the duke — or at least he spoke to Glendoc- hart when Kirsteen was on his arm — and there was Lady Chg,tty that made great friends with her," said Mary, with benevolence, not to leave her sister quite in the background. But there was a mo- mentary pause of disappointment, for they all felt that Lady Chatty was not so suggestive — had not in her name so many possibilities as Lord John. " I hear of nothing but Glendochart," said Mrs. Douglas ; " if he is the man I mind upon, he will be the same age as your father ; and what was he doing dancing and hanging about the like of you, a man at his time of life ?" Mary gave a little laugh, and repeated, "He was Kirsteen's one." " What is the meaning of that, Kirsteen ?" " The meaning of it is that Glendochart, though he is old, is a real gentleman," said Kirsteen ; " and he saw that we were stran- gers and neglected, and nobody looking the way we were on " At this there was an outcry that drowned the rest of the sen- tence. Strangers, the daughters of Drumcarro ! — neglected when Mary had just said how attentive everybody had been ! " You are just in one of your ill keys, Kirsteen," said her mother. " No," said Mary, " but she's looking for him to-morrow ; for my father has asked him, and she is fe*ed you will not like him when ye see him. But my opinion is, though he is old, that he is a very personable man." KIRSTEEN. 11 CHAPTEE XL A PKw days afterwards Glendochart appeared at Drumcarro rid- ing a fine horse, and dressed with great care, in a custom very- different from the rough and ill-made country clothes to which the family were accustomed. Jock and Jeanie, who had come home from school, rushed emulously to take the horse to the stable, and the household was stirred to its depths with the unaccustomed sensation of a visitor, a personage of importance bringing some- thing of the air of the great world with him. He was conducted to the laird's room by Marg'ret herself, much interested in the stranger, and there remained for a short time to the great curiosity of the family, all of whom were engaged in conjectures as to what was being said within those walls, all but Kirsteen, who, being as it appeared most closely concerned, had as yet awakened to no alarm on the subject, and assured her mother quietly that there was nothing to be fluttered about, " For he is just very pleasant, and makes you feel at home and like a friend," she said. Mrs. Douglas had come down to the, parlor earlier than usual in expec- tation of this visit. She had put on her best cap, and there was a little fresh color of excitement in her cheeks. " But what will he be saying to your father ?" she said. " Sitting so long together, and them so little acquainted with each other." " Oh, but they were at the school together, and at the ball they were great friends," replied Kirsteen. She was the only one about whom there was no excitement. She sat quite cheerfully over her work, " paying no attention," as Mary said. " Why should I pay attention ? I will just be very glad to see him," replied Kirsteen. " He is just the kind of person I like best." " Whist,. Kirsteen, whatever you may feel ye must not go just so far as that." * "But it's true, mother, and why should 1 not go so far? He's a very nice man. If he had daughters they would be well off. He is so kind, and he sees through you, and sees what you are thinking of." " You must not let him see what you are thinking of, Kirsteen !" 72 KIRSTEEN. "Why not?" she said, glancing up with candid looks. But after a moment a vivid color came over Kirsteen's milk-white fore- head. Then a smile went over it with a sudden ray of sunshine. " I would not be feared," she cried, " for he would understand." She was thinking of his own story which he had told her, and of the one who was like him, away in a far-distant country. How well he would understand it ! and herself who was waiting, more faithful than the poor lady who had not waited long enough. Oh, but that should never be said of Kirsteen ! Presently the two gentlemen were seen to be walking round the place, Drumcarro showing to his visitor all that there was to show in the way of garden and stables and farm offices, which was not much. But still this was the right thing for one country gentle- man to do to another. The ladies watched them from the window, not without an acute sense of the shortcomings of the place, and that there was no horse in the stable that could stand a moment's comparison with Mr. Campbell of Glendochart's beautiful beast. Drumcarro was a house in the wilds, standing on a grassy bank without so much as a flower-plot near, or any " grounds " or " pol- icy," or even garden to separate and enclose it, and a sense of its shabbiness and poverty came into the minds of all, instinctively, involuntarily. " If that's what he's thinking of he will never mind," Mrs. Douglas said, under her breath. " Whist, mother," said Mary. Kirsteen did not even ask Mary what her mother meant. Mrs. Douglas, indeed, said a 'great many things that meant little or nothing, but this did not quite explain the fatal uncon- sciousness of the girl upon whose preoccupied ear all these warn- ings seemed to fall in vain. The dinner had been prepared with more than usual carei and Marg'ret herself carried in several of the dishes in order to make a further inspection of the visitor. She had not been precisely taken into anybody's confidence, and yet she knew very well that he had come more or Wss in the capacity of a suitor, and that Drumcarro's extreme politeness and the anxiety he displayed to please and propitiate the strainger were not for nothing. Marg'ret said to herself that if it had been anybody but the laird she would have thought it was a question of borrowing money but she knew that Drumcarro would rather die than borrow with a horror and hatred not only of debt, but of the interest he must have had to pay. So it could not be that; nor was the other gentleman, who was so well preserved, so trim, " so weol put on " KIESTEEN. "73 at all like a money-lender. It became clear to her, as she appeared in the dining-room at intervals, what the real meaning was. 61en- dochart had been placed next to Kirsteen at table, and when he was not disturbed by the constant appeals of Drumcarro, he talked to her with an evident satisfaction which half flattered, half dis- gusted the anxious spectator. He was a real gentleman, and it was a compliment to Miss Kirsteen that a man who had no doubt seen the world and kings' courts and many fine places should dis-* tinguish her so — while on the other hand the thought was dreadful that, in all her bloom of youth, Kirsteen should be destined to a man old enough to be her father. As old as her father ! and she so blooming and so young. But Marg'ret was perhaps the only one in the party who thought so. The others were all excited by various interests of their own, which might be affected by this union between January and May. Mrs. Douglas, with that fresh tint of excitement on her cheeks, was wholly occupied by the thought of having a married daughter near her, within her reach, with all the eventualities of a new household to occupy and give new interest to life ; and Mary with a sense that her sister's house to visit, in which there would be plenty of company and plenty of money, and opportunity of setting herself forth to the best advan- tage, would be like a new existence. The young ones did not know what it was that was expected to happen, but they too were stirred by the novelty and the grand horse in the stable, and Glen- dochart's fine riding-coat ^nd silver-mounted whip. Kirsteen her- self was the only one unexcited and natural. There was little wonder that Glendochart liked her to talk to him. She was eager to run out with him after dinner, calling to little Jeanie to come too to show him the den, as it was called, where the burn tumbled over successive steps of rock into a deep ravine, throwing up clouds of spray. She took care of the old gentleman with a frank and simple sense that it was not he, but she, who was the best able to guide and guard the other, and used precautions to secure him a firm footing among the slippery rocks without a single embar- rassing thought of that change of the relationship between old and young which is made by the fictitious equality of a possible mar- riage. Far, very far were Kirsteen's thoughts from anything of the kind. She felt very tenderly towards him because of the tragedy he had told her of, and because he had gone away like Eonald, and had trusted in somle one less sure to wait than herself. The very sight of Glendochart was an argument to Kirsteen, mak- li KIRSTEEN. ing her more sure that she never could waver nor ever would forget. When they came back from this expedition to the dish of tea which was served before the visitor set out again, Mrs. Douglas exerted herself to fill out the cups, a thing she had not been known to do for years. " Indeed," she said, " I have heard of nothing but Mr. Campbell since they came back from the ball ; it has been Glendochart this and Glendochart that all the time, and it would ill become me not to show my gratitude. For I'm but a weak woman, not able myself to go out with my daughters ; and they are never so well seen to, Mr. Campbell, when they are without a mother's eye." Drumcarro uttered a loud " Humph !" of protest when this bold principle was enunciated ; but he dared not contradict his wife, or laugh her to scorn in the presence of a visitor so particular and precise. " You might trust these young ladies, madam," said Glendoc- hart, gallantly, " in any company without fear ; for their modest looks would check any boldness, whatever their beauty might call forth." This was still the day of compliments, and Glendochart was an old beau and had the habits of his race. "Oh, you are very kindj' said Mrs. Douglas, her faint color rising, her whole being inspired. " If gentlemen were all like you, there would be little reason for any uneasiness ; but that is more than we can expect, and to trust your bairns to another's guidance is always a very heavy thought." " Madam, you will soon have to trust them to the guidance of husbands, there can be little doubt." " But that's very difEerent ; for then a parent is free of respon- sibility," said the mother, rising to the occasion; "that is just the course of nature. And if they are so happy as to chance upon good, serious. God-fearing men." " Let us hope," said Glendochart, not without a glance at Kir- steen, " that your bonnie young misses will be content with that sober denomination ; but they will no doubt add for themselves, young and handsome and gay." " No, no," Mrs. Douglas said, led away by enthusiasm, " you will hear no such wishes out of the mouths of lassies of mine." " Let them answer for themselves," said Drumcarro, " they're old enough; or maybe they will wait till they're asked, which would be the wisest way. Glendochart, I am very sorry to name KIKSTEEN. 75 it, and if ye would take a bed with us, I would be most pleased. But if you're determined to go to-day, I must warn ye tbe days are short and it's late enough to get daylight on the ford." " If ye would take a bed — " Mrs. Douglas repeated. The visitor protested that he was much obliged, but that he must go. " But I will take your permission to come again," he said, " and my only fear is that you will see too much of me, for there are strong temptations here." " Ye cannot come too often nor stay too long ; and the more we see of you, the more we will be pleased," said the mistress of the house. And the girls went out to see him mount his horse, which' the boys had gone to fetch from the stable. Never was a visitor more honored. A third person no doubt might have thought the welcome excessive and the sudden interest in so recent an acquaint- ance remarkable. But no one, or at least very few are likely to consider themselves and the civilities shown to them in the same light as an impartial spectator would do. It seems always natural that friends new or old should lavish civilities upon ourselves. Glendochart rode away with a glow of pleasure. He was not at all afraid of the ford, dark or light. He was as safe in his saddle as he ever had been, and had no fear of taking cold or getting damp. He feared neither rheumatism nor bronchitis. He said to himself, as he trotted steadily on, that fifty-five was the prime of life. He was a little over that golden age, but not much, nothing ' to count ; and if really that bonnie Kirsteen with her Highland bloom, and her fine spirits, and her sense — It was a long time since that tragedy of which he had told her. Perhaps, as his grace had said, it "was never too late. " Ye havering woman," said Drumcarro to his wife, " you are just like your silly kind. I would not wonder if going so fast ye had not just frightened the man away." " I said nothing but what ye said I was to say,'' said Mrs. Doug- las, still strong in her excitement ; " and it was never me that began it, and if him and you are so keen, it's not for me to put obstacles in the way." Drumcarro stood for a moment astonished that his feeble wife should venture to indulge in a personal effort even when it was in his own aid; then he gave a shrug of his shoulders. "A man knows when to speak and when to refrain from speaking," he said ; " but you womenfolk, like gabbling geese, ye can never keep still if once you have anything to cackle about." 76 KIKSTEEN. CHAPTER XII. All this time, strange to say, Kirsteen took no frigM about old Glendochart, whom she had calmly set down, as is not unusual at her age, upon the footing of a man of eighty or so, an old, old gentleman to whom she could be as kind as her friendly young soul dictated, giving him her hand to lead him down the rough road to the linn, and feeling with her foot if the stones were steady before she let him trust his weight to them. It had been quite natural to come out to the door to see him mount and ride away, to stroke and pat the shining, well-groomed horse, who looked as great an aristocrat as his master beside the sober and respectable matron Mally, who drew the gig and sometimes the cart, and had carried barebacked all the children at once as carefully as if sbe had been their mother. Kirsteen was even pleased with the sense that she herself was Glendochart's favorite, that he had talked more to her than to any one, perhaps, even, had come to see her rather than the , rest, with the pleasant partiality of an old friend. To be preferred is delightful to everybody, and especially to a girl who has had little petting in her life. It was an exhilarating consciousness, and she took' the little gibes that flew about in the family and the laugh of Mary and the shout of the boys with perfect good-humor. Yes, very likely Glendochart liked her best. He was a true gentleman, and he had seen her standing neglected, and had come to her help. But for him the ball, if indeed always an experience and a fine sight, would have left only a sting in Kirsteen's mind instead of the impression bitter-sweet which it had produced. If she were glad now that she had gone, and pleased with the sight and the fact of having been there, it was to Glendochart chiefly that the credit was due. She had taken him into her heart warmly in the position of an old friend, an old, kind, and true gentleman whom she would always run to meet and brighten to see. In this easy state of mind, pleased with him and even better pleased with herself because of his liking for her, she received calmly all the family jests, quite satisfied that they were true. Glendochart became a frequent visitor. He would ride over, or KIRSTBBN. 11 sometimes drive over, in a high gig, much better appointed than the old gig at Drumcarro, saying that he had come " to his dinner," or to eat one of Marg'ret's scones, or to see how they all were this cold weather. And he would permit Jock to drive the gig for a mile or two, to the boy's delight, though it took all the strength of his young wrists to hold in the horse. Once even, upon a great occasion, Glendochart managed to persuade Drumcarro, who was ready to attend to all his suggestions, to bring the girls to a great hurling-match, at which — for he was a master of the game — he him- self appeared to great advantage, and not at all like the old, old gentleman of Kirsteen's thoughts. And when the New Year came he brought them all " fairings " — beautiful boxes of sweets, such as had never been seen in the Highlands, and gloves wonderful to be- hold — which he begged Mrs. Douglas's permission to ofEer to her daughters. These visits and his pleasant ways, and the little excite- ment of his arrival from time to time, and the hurling-match, which afforded a subject of conversation for a long time, and the little presents, all quickened existence at Drumcarro, and made life more pleasant for all concerned. Kirsteen had taken him by this time for many a walk to the edge of the linn, springing down before him, by the side of the waterfall, to point out which of the stepping- stones were safe to trust to. " Put your foot here, and it is quite steady, but take care of that moss, Glendochart, for it's very soft, and I've nearly sunk into it," she would call to him, stopping in mid-descent, her young voice raised clear above the roar of the water, and her hand held out to help. If there was one thing that fretted the elderly suitor it was this, and sometimes he would make a spring to show his agility, not always with successful results. "You see you should do as I bid you," said Blirsteen, gravely, helping him to get up on one such occasion, " and let me try first whether it will bear you or not." " I will always do as you bid me," said the old gentleman, trying to look younger and younger, and as if he did not mind the fall at all ; " but it is my part to take care of you, and not you of me." " Oh, no, not when the moss is so wet and the stones so shoogly," Kirsteen said. All this was very pretty fooling ; but Drumcarro was not the man to be kept hanging upon the chances of a propitious moment when it might please the wooer to make the leap. The additional cheer- fulness of the household did not extend to him. He became very tired of Glendochart's " daidling " and of the over-delicacy of his 78 KIRSTEEN. attentions. His eyes grew fiery and his grizzled eyebrows menac- ing. He would come into the parlor, where the visitor was making himself very agreeable, keeping up the pleasantest conversation, paying compliments to Mrs. Douglas (whose health had greatly im- proved at this period), and with a devotion which was half fatherly, though he had no such intention, distinguishing Kirsteen, who was always pleased to think that he liked her best. Drumcarro would come in with his hands thrust into the depths of his pockets and his shoulders up to his ears. " Are ye not tired yet of the weemen, Glendochart ? Weel, I would not sit there, phrasin' an' smilin', not for a king's ransom." " Perhaps, my friend, I'm getting more than any king's ransom, for what could buy such kind looks ?" the old beau would reply. And then Drumcarro, with an oath muttered under his breath, would fling out again, not concealing his impa- tience, " I cannot put up with such daidling !" Whether Glendoc- hart understood, or whether his host took the matter into his own hands, never was known by the female portion of the household. But one morning shortly after New Year, Glendochart having paid a long visit on the day before, Kirsteen received a most unexpected summons to attend her father in his own room. " My father wants to speak to me ? You are just sending me a gowk's errand," she said to Jock, who brought the message. " It's no a gowk's errand. It's just as true as death," said Jock. " He sent me hissel'." " And what can he want to say to me in his own room ?" cried Kirsteen. " He did not tell me what he wanted to say, but I can guess what it is," said Jock. " And so can I," said Jeanie. " What is it, ye little mischief ?" cried Kirsteen. " I have done nothing. I have a conscience void of ofience, which is more than you can say." Upon this they both gave vent to a burst of laughter loud and long. " It's about your auld Joe, Kirsteen. It's about Glendochart," they cried in concert. " About Glendochart ? — he is just my great friend, but there is no harm in that," she cried. " Oh, Kirsteen, just take him, and I'll come and live with ye," said Jeanie. ' " And I'll come," added Jock, encouragingly, " whenever we have the play." KIRSTEEN. 79 " Take Mm ?" said Kirsteen. She bade them with greiat dignitW to hold their tongues, and went to her father's room with consternst- tion in her breast. Mr. Douglas was sitting over his newspaper with the air of very much absorbed in it. It was no less than a London" pan^r, a copy of the Times which Glendochart had brought, which ?iad been sent to him from London with the news of the escape of Boney, news that made Drumcarro wild to think that Jock was but fourteen and could not tie sent off at once with such cl^ces of promotion as a new war would bring. He had given the M a kick, with a " Useless monkey ! can ye not grow a little faste/f as .Jock had clattered up to bed in his country shoes the previeus uight. But he was not reading, though he pretended still to /be' buried in the paper when Kirsteen came in. He took no notii'o of her till she had been standing for a minute before him, repeating, " Did you want me, father ?" when he looked up as if surprised. " Oh, you're there ! I calculated ye would fake an hour to come." " Jock said you wanted to speak to me, father." " And so I did ; but you might have had to put yciur gown on, or to brush your hair, or something, for anything I knew." ^ " I never do that at this time of the day." " Am I to mind your times of day ? Kirsteen, I have something to say to you." " So Jock told me, father." " Never mind what Jock told ye. It is perhaps the most serious moment of all your life ; or, I might say, it's the beginning of your life, for with the care that has been taken of ye, keepit from the cold and shadit from 'the heat, and your meat provided and every- thing yoii could require — the like of you doesn't know what life is as long as ye bide in your father's house." , "Kirsteen's heart gave a throb of (spposition, but she did not say or scarcely think that this position of blessedness had never been hers. She was not prepared to blaspheme her father's house. " Well ! now that's all changed, and ye'll have to think of acting for yourself. And ye are a very lucky lass, chosen before your sis- ter, who is the eldest, and according to the law of Laban — But I think he was tod particular. What the deevil jnaittered which of them was to go first, so long as he got them both safe off his hands ?" " I have no light," said Kirsteen, with suppressed impatien.ce, " as to what you're meaning, father." \ \ 80 KIESTEEN. " Oh, ye have no light ! Then I'll give ye one, and a fine one, and one that should mate ye thankful to me all your days. I've settled it all with Glendochart. I thought he was but a daidlin' body, but that was in appearance, pot in reality. He's just very villing to come to the point." Kirsteen said nothing, but she clasped her hands before her with a gesture which was Marg'ret's, and which had long been known to the young people as a sign of immovable determination. She did not adopt it consciously, but with the true instinct of hereditary action, an impulse so much misrepresented in later days. " Very -filling," said Drumcarro, " to come to the point ; and all the settlements just very satisfactory. Ye will be a lucky woman. Ye're to have Glendochart estates for your life, with remainder, as is natural, to any fainily there may be ; and it's a very fine downsit- ting, a great deal h(;tter house than this, and a heap of arable land. And ye're to have*-" ' " For what am I to have all this, father ?" said Kirsteen, in a low voice with a trcmlle in it, but not of weakness. "For what; arc ye to have it?" He gave a rude laugh. "For yourself, I s«pi/jse I must say, though I would think any woman dear at the j^rice he's willing to pay for ye." " And wliat does Glendochart want with me ?" said Kirsteen, with a,n effort to steady her voice. "Ye fool! But you're not the fool ye pretend to be. I cannot wonder l)iat you're surprised. He wants to mairry ye," her father said. Kirsteen stood with her hands clasped, her fine figure swayed in spito of her with a wave of agitation, her features moving. " Glen- dochart !" she said. , " Father, if he has friends ye should warn them to keep him better and take care of him, and ilot let him be a trouble to young women about the country that never did any harm to him." " Young women ? " said Drumcarro ; " there is not one I evet heard., of except yourself, ye thankless jaud !" " One is plenty to try to make a fool of," said Kirsteen. " I would like to see him make a fool of one belonging to me. Na, it's the other way. But that's enough of this nonsense," he added, abruptly ; " it's all settled. Ye can go and tell your inotlier. He's away for a week on business, and when he comes baick ye'U settle the day. And let it be as soon as possible, that we may be done wi't. It's been as much as I could do to put up with it all KIRSTEEN. 81 this time. Now let any man say I've done much for my sons and little for my daughters !" said Drumcarro, stretching his arms above his head with the gesture of fatigue. " I've got them their com- missions and outfit and all for less trouble than it has cost me to get one of you a man !" He yawned ostentatiously and rubbed his eyes, then, opening them again to see Kirsteen still standing in the same attitude before him, he gave vent to a roar of dismissal. " G'away with ye. Go and tell your mother. I've said all I have to say." " But I have something more to say," said Kirsteen. " I'll not marry Glendochart. It's just been a mistake, and I'm so'rry, but — " " You'll not mairry Glendochart ! Ye shall marry whatever man I choose for ye." " No, father !" said Kirsteen, clasping her hands more closely. " No !" he said, pushing back his chair. He was honestly aston- ished, taken completely by surprise. " No ! Lord, but ye shall, though, when I say it. And what ails ye at Glen,dochart 1 And him running after ye like a fool the whole winter, and nothing but pleasant looks for him till now." " I'm very sorry," repeated Kirsteen. " Fm very sorry ; I never, never thought of that. He's an old man, and it seemed all kind- ness, to one as much as the other. Oh, I'm sorry, father. Tell him . I would not have vexed him for the world." " I'll tell him no such thing. I'll tell him ye're very proud and pleased, as sets ye better ; and I'll t^ke you to Glasgow to buy your wedding - gown." He said this with an attempt at seduction, perhaps a little startled by the first idea that to subdue Kirsteen by violence would not be so easy as he thought. " Father, you're meaning it for great kindness ; but oh, if ye would just understand! I cannot marry Glendochart. I could not if there was no other man." " It is just Glendochart ye shall marry, and no other. It's all set- tled. You have nothing more to do with it but what I've promised and fixed for ye." " No, father—" " But I say yes," he said, bringing down his clenched fist on the table with a noise that made the windows ring. " It cannot bfisettled without me." said Kirsteen, growing first red and then pale, but standing firm. " TotfTe'not of the least importance," he said, foam flying from his lips. "What are ye? A creature of no account; a lass that 6 82 KIRSTEEN. has to obey her father till she gets a man, and then to obey him. Say what ye like, or do what ye .like, it will never alter a thing I've fixed upon ; and of that ye may be as sure as that you stand there. G'away to your mother, and tell her it's to be soon, in a month or so, to get done with it — for I've made up my mind." Kirsteen stood silent for a moment, not daunted, but bewildered, feeling with a force which no girl in her situation would now recog- nize, the helplessness of her position, not a creature to take her part, seeing no outlet. She burst forth suddenly, when a new idea oc- curred to her. " I will speak to him myself ! He is a good man, he will never hold me to it. I will tell him — " " If ye say a word to him," cried Drumcarro, rising from his chair and shaking his clenched hand in her face, " one word ! I'll just kill ye where ye stand ! I'll drive ye from my doors. Nei- ther bit nor sup more shall ye have in this house. Ye may go and tramp from door to door with a meal-pack on your shoulder." " I would rather do that," cried Kirsteen, " farrather^jh an make a false promise and decei.ve-_a^good man. Oh, father, I'll do any- TMiigy5~bid~me.-^l''ll be your Servant ; I'll ask for nothing ; but dinna, dinna do this ! for I will not marry Glendochart, not if you were to kill me, not if you were to turn me from the door." " Hold your peace, ye lang-tongued ; ye shall do what I bid you ; that, and nothing else." " No, father ! no, father !" cried Kirsteen, trembling ; " I will not — ;for nothing in the world." " Go out of my sight," he cried, " and hold your tongue. Away this moment 1 Ye shall do just what I say." "Father—" " None of your fathers to me. Get out of my sight, and make yourself ready to do what I tell ye. It shall be in a fortnight. That's all you shall make by your rebellion. Not another word, or I'll turn you out of my house." Kirsteen retired as he made a step towards her with his hands raised to her shoulders to put her out. His fiery eyes, the foam that flew from his lips, the fury of his aspect, frightened her. She turned and fled from the room without any further attempt to speak. KIESTEEN. 83 CHAPTER Xm. KiRSTEEN rushed out of the house with the instinct of passion, to shake off all restraint, to get into the free air, where an oppressed bosom might get breath. She flew like a hunted deer, flashing past the window where Mary, sitting at her seam, saw her hurried escape, and divined more or less what was the meaning of it. "Who's that?" said Mrs. Douglas, conscious of the flying shadow. " It's Kirsteen, and my father will have told her, and she's just beside herself." " Beside herself !" said the mother, tranquilly, over her knitting. " She may well be that ; for who would have thought of such a prospect for the like of her, at her age ?" Mary was not so sure that the agitation was that of Joy, but she said nothing. And Kir- steen was out of sight in a moment, darting by. She went towards the linn, without knowing why. The stream was strong with the winter floods, and the roar of it, as it poured down the rocky cleft, was enough to make all voices inaudible, and to deaden more or less even the sound of one's thoughts buzzing in one's head with the passion and the sweep of them, themselves like a hurrying stream. Kirsteen fled, ap to a covert, to the " den," down which this passionate rivulet, swollen into a torrent, stormed and poured, flinging its spray over the wet and spongy turf into, which her feet sank. She cared nothing for this in the absorption of her excitement, and flung herself down upon that damp slope, feeling the spray on her forehead and the roar of the water in her ears as a sort of relief from herself. Her feelings had been like to burst her heart and her brain together as she flew along, like some struggling things shut up in a space too narrow for them. She could not get her breath nor contain the hurry and confusion of her own being. But in that damp retreat, where nobody would be likely to pursue her, where she could scarcely even hear the thumb- ing of her own heart nor any voice calling her, nor be subject to interruption of any kind, Kirsteen, after a moment, began to come to herself. The shock, the fright, the horror quieted a little ; her mind became accustomed, as it does so rapidly, to the new alarm. 84 KIESTEEN. to the frightful danger which had suddenly revealed itself. It was a danger which Kirsteen had not expected or foreseen. She had very well understood, when she pledged herself to wait for Ronald, what that meant. It was in all the traditions of romance with which she was acquainted — not waiting relieved by constant com- munication and with a certain distinct boundary, but silent, unbrok- en, perhaps for life, certainly for years. In the beginning, at least, such a visionary burden may be taken up with enthusiasm, and Kirsteen had been proud of it and of the deep secret of which there was nothing to tell, which was in spirit alone, with no bond to be displayed in the sight of men. But it had never occurred to her that she might be bidden to forswear herself, as she said, that she might have to struggle against all about her for the right to keep her vow. This danger had never appeared before her as a possibility. She had riot thought of any wooer, nor had any such presented himself to her consciousness. Without warning, with- out thought of precaution or self-defence, the danger had come. To marry Glendochart ! Glendoohart ! — there burst through Kir- steen's distressful thoughts a sudden picture of the old gentleman descehding the side of the linn guided by her hand, the safe places selected for him ; and then his little plunge, his slip, her cry, " Oh, Glendochart, you have hurt yourself !" and there burst from her, in the midst of her trouble, an irrepressible laugh, which rang into the roar of the linn and went down with it into the depths, echoing among all the rocks. Kirsteen had been ashamed to laugh when that accident happened for fear of hurting his feelings, but all the ludicrousness of the incident burst upon her now. He had got so red, poor old gentleman ! he had seized upon a thorn-bush to pull him up, rather than take her hand. He had said that it was noth- ing, nothing, though her keen young senses, compunctious of their own perceptions, had seen how he limped up the bank again. She had not dared to offer her support any more than to laugh, seeing it hurt his feelings. And it was because he wanted to marry her, her — Kirsteen, troth-plighted to her own lad — and him as old as her father. Oh, for shame, for shame ! That laugh did Kirsteen good. It liberated her soul ; she es- caped as from the hand of Fate, and became able to think. And then a wild anger swept over her mind agains^ her father, who wanted nothing but to get her, as he said, ofE his hands, and against Glendochart for daring to think th§,t she would take him, an old, old man. All the sense of his kindness disappeared in this illumi- KIRSTEEN. 85 nation as to Ms motives ; indeed, the more Kirsteen esteemed him before, the more she despised and hated him now. She thought ■ of auld Robin Gray, but that was too good for him. The old, ill man, to tell her a story of faithfulness and make her cry and mix him up in her mind with Ronald and her own love, and then to I betray her, and want to marry her— doubly faithless', to her that died for him, and to Kirsteen that had wept for him ! It was for / constancy and pity and true love that the girl had been so sorry, so touched in her heart, so wishful to please him and make him smile. And now to turn upon her, to try to tear her from her own lad, to make her mansworn ! There was nothing that was too bad for him, the old, ill man ! Kirsteen saw herself ,stand before him indignant, her eyes flashing with injured honor and a sense of wrong. But then, suddenly, all this sustaining force o^ anger went from her as Glendochart's kind and gentle face, so full of feeling, came before her imagination. Oh, he knew better than that ! If she could but speak to him, and tell him ! perhaps show him that little blue Testament, whisper to him that there was One — aiyay with his regitnent, fighting for the king, like Glendochart himself, like the story he had told her ! Tears filled Kirsteen's eyes. Her fa- ther might be dour and hard, but Glendochart would understand. It was just his own story ; he would never let her break her heart ', and die on her wedding-day, like his own lass. Oh, no ! oh, no ! ! he would never do that. He would never let it happen twice, and all for him. With a quick gleam pi her imagination, Kirsteen saw herself in her white wedding-gown, lying at his feet, the second bride that had burst her heart ! Oh, no ! oh, no ! Glendochart would never do that; the tears streamed from Kirsteen's eyes at the thought, but her quivering mouth smiled with generous confi- dence. No, no ! She had only to speak to Glendochart, and all would be well. But then came her father's threat, his - blazing, fiery eyes, his hand clenched and shaken in her face, the fury of his outcry : " I'll just kill ye where ye stand — I'll put you to the door !" Kirsteen remembered Anne, and her soul sank. Anne had a husband to take care of her, she had a house, wherever it was ; but Kirsteen would have nothing. And what would become of her if she were put to the door? Where would she go to find a shelter? An- other grotesque visioit — but not so grotesque to . her imagination — of a poor beggar-woman with a meal-pack on her shoulder which 86 KIRSTEEN. her father had evoked, flitted before her mind. No, she would not • be like that. She would take care of bairns, or keep a house, or even make muslin gowns, like Miss Macnab. There were plenty of things she could do ! — ^it would be long, long before she need come to the meal-pack. But then there burst over Kirsteen's mind another revelation — the shame of it ! , She, a Douglas — one of the old Douglases, that had been the lords of the whole land, not only of poor Drumcarro — a gentlewoman of as good blood as the duchess or any grand lady, and one that could not be hidden or made to appear as if she were a common person ! And the scan- dal of it, to open up the house and all its concerns to ill talk — to make it open to all the world to say that Drumcarro was an ill fa- ther and the house a cruel house, or that the Douglas lassies were not what ladies should be, but light-headed and ill-conducted, reb- els against their own kith and kin. This was the most terrible thought of all. The others seemed to open up a way of escape, but this closed the door ; it is an ill bird that files its own nest. How could Kirsteen do that ? shame her family so that even Sandy and Nigil and Charlie and Donald in India, even little Eobbie, should hear of it and think shame — so that he should hear that Kirsteen had let herself be talked about ? so that Drumcarro should be lightly spoken of and all its secrets laid bare 1 This new sug- gestion brought back all the passion and the confusion that the in- fluence of the air and the freedom out of doors, and the quiet time to think had calmed down. To endure is always possible, if you ' set your heart to do it, whatever happens ; but to shame and to expose your own house ! "Where have ye been, Kirsteen?" said Mrs. Douglas. "I never saw a person like you for running out when you're most wanted. You should not take your walks in the forenoon, when we're all at work." "Did you want me mother? I was not fit to sit down to my work. I had a — buzzing in my head." " Deed, I think ye have always a buzzing in your head. Some- times I speak to ye three times before ye answer me." " She's uplifted with her prospects," said Mary, " and no won- der. I think ye should excuse her this day." Mary intended to be very kind to Kirsteen. She had made up her mind to be a very frequent visitor at her sister's house. " Well, well," said Mrs. Douglas, that may be true enough ; but I think she might have come and told me the news herself, instead I KIKSTEEN. ! 87 of letting me find it out through your father — not that I had not judgment enough to see what was coming this many a day." Kirsteen was still trembling with the results of her self -argument at the linn — which, indeed, had come to no result at all save the tremor in her frame and the agitation in her heart. She had knelt down by her mother's side to wind the wool for which it appeared Mrs. Douglas had been waiting, and she was not prepared with any reply. " She doesn't seem to have much to say to us now, mother," said Mary. " Kirsteen, you should not be so proud. You will be a finer lady than ever your mother was, with a carriage and horses of your own, and no doubt everything that heart can desire ; for an auld man is far more silly than a young one." Kirsteen gave the wool a jerk which tangled it wildly. " Moth- er, I just wonder what you are all havering about," she said. " Kirsteen, I'm well used to rude speaking," cried the mother, ready to cry at a moment's notice, " but not from my own bairns." " Oh, mother, I beg your pardon. It was not you that was hav- ering. Dinna speak to me, for I cannot bear it. My heart is just like to break." " With pleasure ?" said Mary, in her soft tones. Kirsteen dajrfied a glance of fire at her calm sister, but turned nervously to her occupation again, and answered nothing. She had enough to do with her yarn, which, in sympathy with her con- fused thoughts, had twisted itself in every possible way, and re- fused to be disentangled. Her mother remarked the tremor of her hands. " Ye have got the hank into a terrible tangle, and what are ye trembling at, Kirsteen — is it the cold ?" " I'm not trembling, mother," said Kirsteen. " Do ye think I am blind or doited and cannot see ? Na, I'm a weak woman, sore held down with many infirmities; but I'm thankful to say my eyes are as good as ever they were. Ye're all trembling, Kirsteen ; is it the cold ?" "She has gotten her gown all wet, mother. She has been down by the linn, it's no wonder she's trembling. She ought to go and change her things." " Are your feet wet, Kirsteen ?" " Oh," said Kirsteen, springing to her feet, " if you would just let me alone ; I'm neither wet nor cold, but my heart's like to break. 88 KIRSTEEN. I don't know what I am doing for misery and trouble. If ye would only have peety upon me and let me alone !" " Dear Kirsteen, how can ye speak like that ? Where will ye get any person you can open your heart to like your mother ? Just tell me what's wrong, and that will ease your mind. What can Mary and me mean but what is for your good ? Eh, I never thought but what you would be pleased, and a blithe woman this bonnie day." " She'll maybe open her mind best between you two if I were away," said Mary, rising. She was really full of good feeling tow- ards her sister, with, no doubt, an anticipation of good to come to herself, but yet a certain amount of solid sympathy genuine enough of its kind. " Now, Kirsteen, my bonnie woman, just tell me what's the mait- ter," said Mrs. Douglas, when Mary was gone. " It seems you know what has happened, mother, and how can you ask me ? Am I likely to be a blithe woman, as ye say, when it's just been told me ?" " That a good man and a good house are waiting for ye, Kirsteen ? And one that's very fond of ye, and asks no better than to give ye all ye can desire ?" " That I'm to be turned out of the house," cried Kirsteen ; " that I'm no more to see your face ; that I'm to go from door to door with a meal-pack, like a beggar-woman !" • "Whist, whist, and don't speak nonsense; that will be some of your father's joking. Whiles he says things that are hard to bear. What should bring all this upon ye, Kirsteen? You will be the Leddy of Glendochart and an honored woman, holding your head as high as ainy in the whole county, and silk gowns as many as ye desire, and coaches and horses ; and, what ye'll like best of all, my bonnie bairn, the power to be of real service and just a good angel to them that ye like best." " Oh, mother, mother," cried Kirsteen, burying her face in her mother's lap, " that is the worst of it all ! Oh, if ye have any peety don't say that to me !" " But I must, for it's all true. Oh, Kirsteen, I hope I'm not a complaining woman ; but just you think what it would be to me to have my daughter's house from time to time to take shelter in. Many and many a time have I been advised change of air, but never got it, for who dared name it to your father ? I have been thinking this whole morning it would make me just a new woman. To get away for a while from this hole — for it's just a hole in the KIKSTBEN. 89 winter, though it may be bonnie at other times, and to see my bairn sitting like a queen, happy and respectit." ' " Not happy, mother !" , " That's just your fancy, my dear. You think he's old, but he's not really old, and as kind a face as ever I saw, and full of consid- eration, and not one that ever would say ye had too many of your own folk about ye, or that ye ought to forget your father's house. Oh, Kirsteen, it's very little a lassie knows : ye think of a bonnie ■ lad, a bright eye, or a taking look, or a fine figure at the dancing, or the like of that ; but who will tell ye if he may not be just a deevil in the house ? Who will tell ye that he may not just ding ye into a corner and shame ye before your bairns, or drive ye doited with his temper, or make your bed and your board a hell on earth? Oh," cried poor Mrs. Douglas in accents of deep conviction, " it's little, little a lassie kens ! She thinks she will please her fancy, or she listens to a flattering tongue, or looks to a bonnie outside. And all the -time it's just meesery she's wedding, and not a bonnie lad. But, Kirsteen," she said, giving a furtive little kiss to the rings of hair on Kirsteen's milk-white forehead, " Kirsteen, my bonnie woman, when ye take a man that everybody knows, that is just kent for a good man and a kind man, and one that loves the very ground you tread on, oh, my dear ! what does it maitter that he's not just that young? Is it anything against him that he knows the world^nd has had trouble of his own, and understands what it is to get a bonnie lass and good bairn like you ? And oh, Kirsteen, think -what ye can do for ns all if you take him. For your sisters and for the callants he's just made the house a different thing al- ready ; and though that's scarcely worth the thinking of, for I'm very near my grave and will want nothing long — Kirsteen, for me, too — " " Oh, mother, mother !" cried the girl, with her face still hidden in her mother's lap, " ye just break my heart." " Na, na," said Mrs. Douglas in soft, quick tones, like one who consoles a child, " we'll have no breaking of hearts. Ye will not be a month marriet before ye'll think there's no such a man in the world. And there's nothing he will deny ye, and from being of little account ye'll be one of the first ladies in the country-side. Whist, whist, my darling ! Ye'll make him a happy man, and is he not worthy of it ? Kirsteen ! rise up and dry your eyes. I hear your father coming. And dinna anger him ; oh ! dinna anger him, for he never minds what ill words he says." 90 KIKSTEEN. CHAPTER XIV. Mrs. DoCglas retired to her room after dinner in a very tearful vmood. She had made a great effort and she had not been success- ful, and all her hopes, which had been gradually built up into a pal- ace of delight, came tumbling down about her ears. The only comfort she could feel now was in the source of her chief troubles. " Ye may say what you like to me," she cried, as Kirsteen helped her to take off her cap and arrange herself comfortably upon her bed, " but your father will never put up with it. It would have been more natural in ye, Kirsteen, if ye had yielded to your moth- er, for well I, wot ye'll have to yield to him, whether ye like it or no." ^^ Oh, mother, I think you might understand," Kirsteen said. " Understand ! It's easy enough to understand. Ye've got a silly notion in your head that ye cannot mairry an old man. Better than you have done it before ye, and it would be a blessing to all your family, and maybe help me to live to see some of my boys come back. But na, ye will never think of that — of nothing but your own pleasure. And you'll see what your father will say to you," said Mrs. Douglas, with a vindictive satisfaction, while Kir- steen drew the coverlet over her and arranged the pillow for her head. " Are ye comfortable, mother ?" " Oh, ay, as much as I can be, so little considered as I am. Ye need not wait. Put my stick within my reach ; I'U clap upon the floor if I want ye, or you can send Mary if it's too much trouble," the angry mother said. She had been very tender up to this point, very anxious to show how entirely it was for everybody's advan- tage that this step should be taken. But to spend your strength thus upon an unconvinced and unyielding child is hard to bear, and Mrs. Douglas's disappointment had turned to wrath. "Oh, mother !" Kirsteen said with anguish, but the remonstrance met with no reply except a fretful " Go away !" She went down-stairs very slowly and reluctantly to the parlor, where Mary sat at the household mending in all the placid superiority of one who is at KIBSTEEN. 91 peace witli the world. She had rejected no one's advice. She had not crossed her father or her mother, or disappointed her family. When Kirsteen sat down and took her work, Mary looked at her and gave utterance to a faint "tshish, tshish" of mild animadver- sion, but for some time nothing was said. When the silence was broken it was by a questiola from Mary : " Ye'U not be expecting Glendochart to-day ?" " Me expecting him ? I never expected him ! He just came of his own will," Kirsteen cried, moved in her anger and wretchedness to a few hasty tears. " Well, well, I'm saying nothing ; but I suppose he's not expect- ed, if that's the right way." " I know nothing about it," said Kirsteen, which, indeed, was not quite true. "It was just to tell Marg'ret she need take no extra trouble about the scones. It's been a great expense, a visitor like that, especially when it comes to nothing : often to his dinner, and still oftener to his tea. And always new scones to be made, and jam on the table, and the boys partaking freely ; for how could I tell Jock and Jamie, before a stranger, ' It's no for you ' ? And all to come to nothing !" said Mary, holding up her hands. " What could it have come to ?" cried Kirsteen. " I think I will be just driven out of my senses between my mother and you." "Poor mother !" said Mary. " She had just set her heart upon it. It would have been a grand change to her to go and visit ye. It would have done her health good, but there are some that never think on such things. I just wish it had been me that had got the chance." " And so do I, with all my heart," cried Kirsteen, with a hot and angry blush. She felt, however, that there was something like a dishonesty, an irritating attempt to despoil her of something be- longing to her, in Mary's wish. " I would have put myself in the background," said Mary. " I would not have thought whether I liked it or not. I would just have taken the man, however old he had been. I would have said, ' It will be fine for my mother, aijd a good thing for Kirsteen and all the bairns ;' and I would just have taken him and never said a word." " That would have been pleasant for him— that you should have taken him for the good of the family." " He would have been none the wiser," said Mary, composedly. 92 KIKSTEEN. " There would have been no necessity to tell him ; and he would never have found it out. They say men are very vain ; they just think ye are in love with them whether ye are or not. And I would have managed Glendochart fine. But it was not me that had the chance." Kirsteen cast a gleain of mingled in3ignation and contempt at her sister, who went on diligently with her mending while she gave vent to these sentiments. Mary was fitting a patch upon one of the boys' undergarments, carefully laying it by the thread. Her mending was famed in the family ; nobody made repairs so neatly. She spoke very softly, never lifting her eyes from the work, which, indeed, required all her attention. And there is a special power, especially for irritation, in the words of wisdom that are thus ad- dressed to one without any lifting of the eyes. " But that's just the way of the world," Mary said,- with a sigh. " The one that would do it — ^that would not think of herself, but just do it— is never the one that has it in her power. I've seen the same thing many a time. The wilful one that will please herself, it is her that folk seek." Kirsteen's heart swelled high with mortification and pain. If there was anything that she had desired in her visionary moods it had been to sacrifice herself, to do some great thing for her mother, to be the saving of little Jeanie. She had made many a plan how to do this, how to perform prodigies for them, to deliver them from dangers. In her dreams she had saved both from fire and flood, from the burning house which fancy sacrificed lightly to give her the chance of a piece of heroism, or from the roaring stream when it ran to its highest, cutting off Drumcarro, which was a thing that had happened once. And now the smooth and smiling Mary, who would have thought of nobody in such a strait but herself, could reproach Kirsteen! And it was a true reproach. Here was a way, with no need to set the house on fire or flood the country ; here was a deliverance to be accomplished, that was within her power, that she could do so easily with no trouble to any one save to him who was far away, who perhaps would never hear of it, who might, have changed his mind and forgotten Kirsteen long before he heard of it. All the best part of her seemed to rise against Kirsteen, demanding of her this sacrifice. Oh, it was so easy to do it in your bead, to make a sacrifice of everything when nothing was wanted ! But when the time came — And as if this was not enough, little Jeanie came running after KIRSTEBN. 93 Kirsteen when the poorigirl escaped and wandered out again tow- ards the linn in hope of a little soothing from Nature — Jeanie stole her hand into Kirsteen's and ruhbed her golden locks against her sister's sleeve, " When ye go to Glendochart, take me with you ?" said Jeanie. " Oh, I would like to live in a grand house. I would like a powney to ride, and to play upon the harpsichord as my mother did when she was young. They say ye'll be very rich, Kirsteen, when you go with Glendochart." " But I will never go with Glendochart !" Kirsteen cried. " Oh, will ye no ? And why will ye no, Kirsteen ? Will ye send him away ? Oh, you could never be so cruel as to do that ! . Will he come here no more ? — and everything he just as it used to be ? Oh, Kirsteen !" cried Jeanie, " I wish you would marry Glendoc- hart ! I would if it was me. He is the kindest man in the whole world. He speaks to me as if he Was — No, fathers are not kind like that. I like him, Kirsteen ; I am awfu' fond of him ; and so is Jock and Jamie — Oh, I wish ye would change your mind !" " 5ut, Jeanie, ye would not wish me to be meeserable," cried poor Kirsteen. "No," said Jeanie; but she added with youthful philosophy, " You wouldna be meeserable when me and the rest were so happy. And it is us that will be meeserable if you send him away that has been so good to us all. And how would ye lite that 1" Jeanie's small voice became almost stern as she asked the ques- tion, "How would ye like that? — to make all the rest meeserable — when the alternative was nothing more than being meeserable ■ yourself ?" ' Kirsteen had nothing to say against that logic. She ■ told Jeanie to run to a certain drawer where she would find gome oranges, and share them with the boys. They were Glendochart's oranges, like everything pleasant in the house. And he was the kindest man in the world. And he would be miserable too as^well as her mother and Jeanie and the laddies. Oh, poor Kirsteen, with all her best feelings turning traitors to her ! would it not be far easier to consent and make them all happy, and just be miser- able herself ? But she was not to be left free even now. Before she had got to the side of the linn, to be deafened with the roar and drenched with the spray, which were the only things she could think of in which any solace was, Marg'ret coming round the back of the house intercepted her on her way. " Where are ye going ; down by the linn, to get your death of cold and maybe an accident into the bar- 94 KIRSTEEN. gain ? You have nothing upon your head, and no gloves on your arms, and the grass is drookit. No, my bonnie lamb, ye must not go there." " Let me be, Marg'ret. What do I care ? If I get my death it will be all the better ; but I'll not get my death." " Lord save us, to hear her speak ! Ye'll not get your death — it's just a figure of speech ; but ye may get the cauld or a sair throat, or something that will settle on your chest, and that's as bad. What for would ye go and tempt Providence ? Come into my bonnie kitchen that is all redd up and like a new pin, and get a good warm." "Neither warm nor cold is of any consequence to me," said Kirsteen, " if folk would just leave me alone." " What's the maitter with my bonnie doo ? Many a time you've come to Marg'ret with your trouble and we've found a way out of it." " I see no way out of it," said Kirsteen. She had reached that point of young despair when comfort or consolation is an ad- ditional aggravation of the evil. She preferred to be told that everything was over, and that there was no hope. "Ye may tell me a' the same," said Marg'ret, putting her arm round her nursling and drawing her close. " It's about auld Glen- dochart, that's plain for all the world to see." " You call him auld Glendochart," cried Kirsteen. _ " Weel, and what would I call him ? He's auld compared to the like of you. He's no blate to come here with his gray pow and choose the best of the flock. But dinna break your heart for that, Kirsteen. Ye may say to him that ye canna have hirii. He will take a telling. A man of that age he kens most things in this world. He will just mount his horse again and ride away." " It's easy speaking," cried Kirsteen, " but it's me that dare not say a word. For my father is just red-weed, and will have it, Marg'ret. And my mother, she wants it too. And all of them they are upon me because I cannot consent ; for oh, I cannot con- sent ! — whatever folk may think or say, it's just this, that I cannot do it. I would sooner die." " There is nobody that will force you," said Marg'ret. " Dinna lose heart, my bonnie bairn. The laird himself is very fierce some- times, but his bark is worse than his bite. Na, na, ye must just keep up your heart. Glendochart will soon see, he will let nobody force ye. Things like that never come to pass noo. They're iust a relic of the auld times. Maybe the auld Douglases that we hear EIBSTEEy. OS so much about, that had the rights of fire and sword, and dark towers and dungeons to shut ye up in, might have done it. But where would he shut ye up here ? There's no a lock to any room door in this house !" Marg'ret's laugh had a cheerful sound in the air ; it broke the spell. " Your father may want to frighten you, and bring ye to his will — but he will do nae mair ; and as for the mistress, she will reproach ye for a day and then it'll be a' done." Kirsteen was obliged to confess that there was something in this. Her mother had been in despair for twenty-four hours, and " just her ordinary " the day after on many previous occasions. It might all " blow over," as Marg'ret said, especially if Glendochart should see with his own eyes how little disposed was the bride whom the family were so anxious to put into his arms. No doubt his feelings would be hurt, which was a thing Kirsteen did not like to think of. But somebody must sufEer it was clear, and, if so, perhaps it was better that it should be Glendochart, who was an old man, and no doubt used to it, and who was also a rich man, and could go away and divert himself as Marg'ret suggested. Marg'ret was of opinion that though it might hurt his feelings, it was not likely at his age that it would break his heart. For hearts are more fragile at twenty than at sixty — at least in that way. CHAPTER XV. I^arg'ret had said with truth that the troubles of her young favorite had often been smoothed away after a consultation with herself. The best of us have our weak points, and the excellent Marg'ret was perhaps a little vain of the faculty of " seeing a way out of it," which she believed herself to possess. She had seen a ,way out of it in many family tribulations which had a way of ap- pearing less desperate when she took them in hand. And her last grand success in respect to the ball at the Castle had no doubt add- ed to her confidence in herself. But after having turned it over in her mind for the best part of the night Marg'ret found that even her courage did not sustain her when she thought of con- fronting Drumcarro and requiring of him that he should give' up the marriage on which he had evidently set his heart. Marg'ret was conscious that she was herself partly to blame : had she not set before him in the famous argument about the ball the fact that 96 KIRSTEEN. in no other way was there any likelihood of finding " a man " for either of his daughters 3 Alas, the man had been but too easy to find, and how was she to confront him now and bid him let go his prize ? Marg'ret's heart sank, though it was not given to sinking. She lay awake half the night turning it over and over in her mind, first representing to herself under every light the possible argu- ment with Drumcarro and what he would say, and what she would say. She heard herself remonstrating, " Sir, ye canna force your ain bairn, to make her meeserable," and the response, " What the deevil have you to do with it, if I make her meeserable or no ?" She had been dans son droit when she had interfered about the muslin gowns and the ball, and the necessity of letting the young ladies be seen in the world^-but who was she to meddle with a marriage when everybody was pleased but just the poor lassie her- self ? A poor lassie will change her mind as Marg'ret knew, and will sometimes be very thankful to those who opposed her foolish youth, and made her do what turned out to be so good for her. There was nothing so little to be calculated, upon as the senti- ments of a girl whose position would be unspeakably improved by marriage, and whose silly bits of feeling might change at any moment. It is true that Kirsteen was not silly, but full of sense far beyond her years. But even she might change her mind, and who could doubt that Drumcarro's daughter would be far better off as Glendochart's wife? All this " dautoned " Marg'ret as she would herself have said. She began even to glide away from her conviction that the master must be wrong. This is a fine working sentiment, and helps to surmount many difficulties ; but when a reasonable soul is smitten by hesitation and feels that it is possible for even an habitual wrong- doer to be for once in the right, it takes the strength out of all effort. Finding herself less and less likely to be able with any comfort to object, Marg'ret began instinctively to turn to the other side of the question ; and she found there was a great deal to be said on that other side. Glendochart was old — ^but, after all he was not so dreadfully old, not in the stage of extreme age, as Kir- steen supposed. He was a " personable man." He would give his young wife everything that heart of woman (in Argyllshire) could desire. She would have a carriage to drive about in and a saddle-horse to ride. She would get a spinet, or a harpsichord, or the new-fangted thing that was called a piany, to play upon if she pleased ; and as many books as she could sot her face to ; and KIKSTEEN. 91? maybe a sight of London and the king's court — " decent man ! if he were but weel again," said Marg'ret to herself, for the name of the Prince Regent was not in good odor. All this would be Kirsteen's if she could but just get over that "feeling about the old man. And, after all, Marg'ret went on, reasoning herself into a more and more perfect adoption of the only practicable side, he was not such an old man. Two or three years younger than Drumcarro — and Drumcarro had life enough in him, just a very born devil, as fierce as ever he was. They would be bold that would call the laird an old man, and Glendochart was three at least, maybe five, years younger. Not an old man at all — just a little over his prime ; and a well-made, personable man, doing everything that the youngest did, riding every day and out stalking on the hills in the season, and hurling, as Kirsteen herself had allowed, with the best. When everything was done and said, what should hinder her to take Glendochart? He was a far finer gentleman than anybody that Kirsteen was likely to meet with. He was a good man, everybody said. He was what you might call a near kinsman of the duke's, not more than four or five times removed. She would be in the best of company at Glendochart, invited out to dinner, and to all the diversions that were going. What could a lassie want more ? Marg'ret woke in the morning in a great hurry, having overslept herself after a wakeful night, with the same conviction in her mind which was so strongly impressed upon all the others. ' It was just for everybody's advantage that Kirsteen should marry Glendochart, and for her own most of all. Kirsteen herself had been much calmed and invigorated by her consultation with Marg'ret. That authority had made so little of the obstacles and the dangers, as if it would be the easiest thing in the world to shake off Glendochart and convince Drumcarro that nothing could be done. For the moment Kirsteen's heart rose. She was accustomed to put great trust in Marg'ret, to see her cheerful assurance more or less justified. Many a storm had- blown over which had filled the girl with terror, but which Marg'- ret had undertaken should come to nothing. And if that was what Marg'ret thought now, all might be well. That day Kirsteen bore herself with great courage, getting back her color, and sing- ing about the house as was her wont, though it was only by a great effort that she dismissed the foreboding from her heart. And this brave front she kept up heroically during the greater part of the week of Glendochart's absence, finding her best help in silence 7 98 KIRSTEEN. and a determined avoidance of tie subject, but the courage oozed out at her finger tips as the days stole away. They seemed to go like conspirators one by one bringing her near the dreadful mo- ment Which she could not avoid. It had been on Thursday that her father had spoken to her, and now the week had gone all but a day. Kirsteen had just realized this with a sick fluttering at her heart, as she stood at the door watching the ruddy colors of the sunset die out of the heavens. Something of the feeling of the condemned who watches his last sun setting had come into her mind in spite of herself ; what might have happened to her before to-morrow ? Would her father's curse be on her, or the still heav- ier malison of a creature mansworn, false to her dearest vow ? While she was thus musing, all her fictitious courage forsaking her, she felt herself suddenly and roughly caught by the arm from behind. " Well," said her father, " are ye thinking what ye'U say to your jo ? He's to be here to-morrow to his dinner, and he'll expect to find all settled. Have ye fixed with your mother about the day?" "Father," cried Kirsteen in a wild, sudden panic, "you know what I said to ye. There's no day to be settled. I will tell him I cannot do it. I cannot do it. There's no question about a day." He swung her round with that iron grasp upon her arm so that she faced him. His fierce eyes blazed upon her with a red light from under his heavy eyelids. " Dare to say a word but what I tell ye, and I'll dash ye — in pieces like a potter's vessel 1" cried Drumcarro, taking the first similitude that occurred to him. He shook her as he spoke, her frame, though it was well-knit and vigorous, quivering in his grasp. " Just saj^ a word more of your damned nonsense and I'll lay ye at my feet !" Kirsteen's heart fluttered to her throat with a sickening terror ; but she looked him in the face with what s|;eadiness she could com- mand, and a dumb resolution. The threat gave her back a sense of something unconquerable in her, although every limb shook. " Ye'll see Glendochart when he comes — in my presence — ye'U have the day fixed and all put in order. Or if ye want to appear like a woman and not a petted bairn before your man that is to be, you'll settle it yourself. I give you full liberty if you'll behave yourself. But hearken," he said, giving her another shake, " I'll have no confounded nonsense. If ye go against me in a strange man's presence and expose the family, I will just strike ye down at my feet, let what will come of it. Do you hear what I say ?" KIKSTEEN. 99 " He will not let you strike me," she cried in terror, yet defiance. " Ye'll be at my feet before he has the chance," cried Drumcarro. " And whose will be the wyte if your' father, the last of the Doug- lases, should be dragged to a jail for you ? If ye expose my family to scorn and shame, I'll do it more. Do you hear me ? Now go and settle it with your mother," he said, suddenly letting lier go. Kirsteen, thrown backward by the unexpected liberation, fell back with a dizzying shock against the lintel of the door. She lay against it for a moment sick and giddy, the light fading from her eyes ; and for a minute or two Kirsteen thought she was going to die. It is a conviction that comes easily at such a crisis. It seemed to the girl so much the best way out of it, just to be done with it all. "The only art her guilt to 'cover, To hide her shame from every eye. To bring repentance to her lover. And wring his bosom — " Poor Kirsteen had no guilt, nor had she any clear apprehension what this meant, or what guilt it was — it might have been only the guilt of disobedience, the shame of exposing the family for any- thing she knew ; but the words flashed through her mind in her half-faint, lying speechless against the door. It would bring re- pentance to them all and wring their bosoms — it would save the shame of a disturbance and the dreadful sight of a struggle between father and daughter. The only art — ^just to die. He had said, ",Go to your mother." This came vaguely back to her mind as she came to herself. Her mother — no, her mother would say just the same ; they would all say the same. She had no one to go to. Then Kirsteen's gradually quickening senses heard something which sounded like an approaching footstep. She roused herself in a moment, and still sick and faint, with a singing in her ears, turned and fled — not to her mother, but to Marg'ret in the kitchen, who was her only hope. The kitchen was, as Marg'ret had said, " like a new pin " at that hour, all clean and bright, the fire made up, the hearth swept, the traces of dinner all cleared away. It was the time when Marg'ret could sit down to needlework or spell out some old, old newspaper which even the minister had done with ; her assistant Merran was out in the byre looking after the kye, and Marg'ret was alone. When Kirsteen rushed in unsteadily, and threw herself down in the big wooden chair by the fireside, Marg'ret was thread- 100 KIRSTEEN. ing a needle, which was a work of patience ; but this sudden inva- sion distracted her completely, and made her lay down both thread and needle with a sigh. " My bonnie woman ! what is the matter now ?" " Marg'ret, I nearly fainted standing against the door." " Fainted ? bless the bairn ! na, na, not so bad as that. Your head's cool and so is your hand. What was it, Kirsteen ?" " Or nearly died would be more like it, and that would maybe have been the best." And then with moist eyes fixed upon her anxious companion and a tremulous smile about her mouth Kirsteen repeated her verse — "'The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To bring repentance to her lover. And wring his bosom — is to die.' " " Kirsteen ! what is that you are saying ?" cried Marg'ret, a sud- den flush showing even upon her ruddy color. " Guilt and shame ! What have those dreadfu' things to do with you ?" •] " I am disobeying both father and mother," said the girl, solemnly ; " isna that guilt ? And oh, it's shaming all belonging to me to stand against them ; but I canna help it, I canna help it. Oh, Marg'ret, hide me from him, find me a place to go to. What will I do! what will I do!" " My dear, my dear," said Marg'ret, " you make my heart sair. , What can I say to you ? I have ever taken your pairt, as you ken weel — but oh, my bonnie woman, I canna but think you're a little unreasonable. What ails you at Glendochart ? He's a good man and an honorable man, and it would please everybody. To think so much of his age when there's no other objection is not like you that had always such sense. And ye would be far happier, Kir- steen, in a house of your own. Because there's white on his head is that a cause to turn your heart from a good man ?" Kirsteen said nothing for a moment; she looked with wistful eyes and a faint smile in Marg'ret's face, shaking her head • then suddenly rising up, went away out of the kitchen, hurrying as much as her limbs, still feeble with the late shock and struggle would let her. Marg'ret stood aghast while her hurried, irregular step was audible going up-stairs. " Now I have just angered her, ' said Marg'ret to herself, "and cast back her bit heart upon herself, and mad(^ her feel she has no- EIRSTEEN. 101 true friend. Will I go after her 3 or will I wait till she comes back ?" This question was settled for her, as she stood listening and un- certain, by the sound of Kirsteen's return. Marg'ret listened eagerly while she came down-stairs again, step by step. She came into the kitchen with the same vague deprecating smile upon her face. She had a little Testament in its blue boards in her hand. She said nothing, but, opening it, held out to her faithful adviser the fly-leaf upon which there stood the initials together of R. D. and C. D., connected with the feebJe pencilling of the runic knot. Kirsteen said not a word, but held it out open, pointing to this simple symbol with her other hand. "R. D.," said Marg'ret, "wha' is that? C. D., that will just stand for yourself. It's not one of Robbie's books — it's — it's — Oh !" she cried with sudden enlightenment, " now I understand !" Kirsteen put the little page solemnly to her trembling lips, a tear almost dropped upon it, but she shut the book quickly that no stain should come upon it, even of a tear. She did not say a word during this little tender revelation of her heart, but turned her eyes and her faint propitiatory smile to Marg'ret as if there was no more to be said. " And this has been in your heart all the time ?" cried Marg'ret, drying her eyes with her apron. " I thought of that, twa-ttree times. There was something in his look yon day he gaed away, but I never said a word, for who can tell ? And this was in your heart a' the time ?" " He said, ' Will ye wait till I come back ?' and I said, ' That I will !' " said Kirsteen, but very softly, the sweetness of the recollec- tion coming back to soothe her in the midst of all the pain. " And that's how they've tied their lives^ thae young things !" said Marg'ret, also with a kind of solemnity. " A word spoken that is done in a moment, and after that — --a' thae long and weary years — and maybe for all they ken never to see ilk ither again." " And if it should .be so," said Kirsteen, " it would just be for death instead of life, and all the same." " Oh, weel I ken that," said Marg'ret, shaking her head. She made a pause, and then she added, hurriedly, " What's to be done with you, lassie ? If Glendochart's coming the morn to mairry ye there's no time to be lost." " Marg'ret, I will just go away." "Where will ye go to ? It's easy speaking : a creature like you 102 KIRSTEEN. cannot travel the country-side like a servant-lass going to a new place. And ye've nae friends that will take such a charge. Miss Eelen would be frightened out of her wits. I know nobody that will help you but Glendochart himself — and you couldna go to , him." "What is that letter on the table, Marg'ret, and who is it from?" " The letter ? What's in the letter ? Can ye think of that at sic a moment ? It's a letter from my sister Jean." " Marg'ret, that's just where I am going ! I see it all in a flash like lightning. I am going to London to your sister Jean." "The bairn is clean out of her senses!" cried Marg'ret almost with a scream. And then they stood and looked at each other for a long, rapid minute, interchanging volumes in the silent meeting of their eyes. Kirsteen had sprung in a moment from the agitated creature who had come to Marg'ret to be hidden, to be sheltered, not knowing what could be done with her, to the quick-witted, high-spirited girl she was by nature, alive with purpose and strong intuition, fear- ing nothing. And Marg'ret read all this new world of meaning in the girl's eyes more surely than words could have told her. She saw the gudden flash of the resolution, the clearing away of all clouds, the rise of the natural courage, the Kirsteen of old, whom nothing could " dauton," coming back. " Oh, my lamb !" she breathed under her breath. " There's not a moment to be lost," said Kirsteen, " for I must go in the morning before anybody is up. And you must not tell a living creature, but keep my secret, Marg'ret. For go I must ; there is no other thing to do. And maybe I will never come back. My father will never forgive me. I will be like Anne, cut ofE from the family. But go I must, for no more can I bide here. Give me the letter from your sister to let her see it's me when I get there. And give me your blessing, Marg'ret — it's all the blessing I will get. And let me go !" " Not to-night, Kirsteen !" " No, not to-night ; but early — early in the morning, before day- light. Dinna say a word — not a word. It's all clear before me. I'll be at nobody's charges ; I'll fend for myself ; and your sister Jean will show me the way." There was another silence, during which Kirsteen, quite regardr less of the rights of property, which existed no more between KIRSTEEN. 103 Marg'ret and herself than between mother and daughter, took pos- session of Miss Jean Brown's letter, while Marg'ret stood reflecting, entirely alarmed by the revelation made to her, and by the, sudden re-birth of the vehement young creature who had been for a time so subdued and broken down by her first contest with the world. To keep Kirsteen back was, in the circumstances and with the strong convictions of the Scotch serving-woman as to the force of a troth-plight and the binding character of a vow, impossible. But to let her go thus unfriended, unaided, alone into an unknown world, far more unknown to Marg'ret than the ends of the earth would be to her representative now, was something more than could be borne. She suddenly exclaimed in a sharp tone, with a cruel hope : " And where are ye to get the siller ? It's mad and mad enough any way, but madder still without a penny in your pocket. How are ye to get to London without money ? It's just impos-: sible." "I can walk; others have done it before me. I'm well and strong, and a grand walker," said Kirsteen, but not till after a pause of consternation, this consideration not having crossed her mind before. " Walk ! it's just hundreds of miles, and takes a week in the coach," cried Marg'ret. " Ye cannot walk, no to say ye would want money even then, for I'm no supposing that you mean to beg your bread from door to door. Without money ye canna go a step. I'll not permit it. Have ye anything of your ain ?" " I have the gold guinea my grandmother left me in her will ; but I have no more. How should I have any more ?" Marg'ret stood for a moment undecided, while Kirsteen waited, a little eager, a little expectant, like a child. It did not occur to her to deprecate help from Marg'ret as a more high-minded heroine might have done. Marg'ret was a little Providence at Drumcarro. She had store of everything that the children wanted, and had been their resource all their lives. And Kirsteen had not realized the difference between money and other indispensable things. She waited like a child, following Marg'ret with her eyes until some expedient should be thought of. She breathed a sigh of suspense, yet expectation, when Marg'ret hurried away to her bedroom at the back of the house, seating herself again in the big chair to wait, not impatiently, for the solution of the problem. Marg'ret came back after a few minutes with a work-box in her hand. ^ All kinds of things had come out of that box in the experience of the 104 KIRSTEEN. children at Drumcarro, things good and evil, little packets of pow- ders for childish maladies, sweeties to be taken after the nauseous mouthful, needles and thimbles and scissors when these needful im- plements had all been lost, as happened periodically, even a ribbon or a pair of gloves in times of direst need. She began to turn over the well-remembered contents — old buttons, hooks and eyes from old gowns long departed, Marg'ret's two brooches, that formed all her jewellery, wrapped up in separate pieces of paper. " My sister Jean," said Marg'ret, with her head bent over the box, " has often bidden me to come and see her in London town. You ken why I couldnago. I couldna thole to leave you that are leavin' me with- out a tear. And she sent me what would do for my chairges. It was never touched by me. It took me a great deal of trouble to get Scotch notes for it, and here it is at the bottom of my box with many an auld relic on the top of it — just a' I'll have of ye when ye've got your will," said Marg'ret, a tear dropping among the mis- cellaneous articles in the box. She took from the bottom a little parcel in an old letter, folded square, and written closely to the very edge of the seal. " Hae ! take it ! and ye maun just do with it what pleasures yoursel'," Marg'ret cried. CHAPTER XVI. The 12th of January was a still, gray, winter day, not very cold and exceedingly calm, the winds all hushed, the clouds hanging low, with a possibility of rain — a possibility which is never remote in a Highland landscape. As the slow dsijlight began to bring the hills into sight, not with any joyous sunrising, but with a faint dif- fusion of gray upon the dark, a gradual growing visible of the greater points, then very slowly of the details of the landscape, there came also into sight, first ghost-like, a moving, noiseless shadow, then something which consolidated into the slim figure of a woman, a solitary traveller moving steadily along the dewy moun- tain road. It came in sight like the hills, not like an interruption to the landscape, but a portion of it, becoming visible along with it, having been in the dark as well as in the light. Before the dav was fully awake it was there, a gliding shadow going straight up the hills and over the moors, at the same measured pace, not so quick as steady, with a wonderful still intensity of progress. The KIRSTEEN. . HOB road was more than dewy, it was glistening wet with the heavy damps of the night ; every crevice among the rocks green and sodden, every stone glistening. The traveller did not keep exactly to the road, was not afraid of the wet hillside turf, nor even of a gray dyke to climh if it shortened the way. She passed lightly over bits of moss among the rustling, faded heather, and, spots of suspicious greenness which meant bog, choosing her footing on the blac^ roots of the wild myrtle, and the knolls of blackberries, like one to the manner born. She gave a soul to the wild and green landscape, so lonely, so washed with morning dews. ' S^e was going — where? From the impossible to the possible — from the solitudes of the hills into the world. Kirsteen had been walking for hours before she thus came into sight, and the dark and the silence had filled her with many a flutter of terror. It took something from what might have been in other circumstances the overwhelming excitement of thus leav- ' ing home to encounter that other bewildering and awful sensation of going out into the night, with every one asleep and all wrapped in the profound blackness of winter, through which it was hard enough even for the most familiar to find a way. This horror and alarm had so occupied her mind, and the sensation of 'being the one creature moving and conscious in that world of darkness that she had scarcely realized the severance she was making, the tearing asunder of her life. Even Marg'ret, repressing her emotion lest a sob should catch some wakeful ear in the sleeping house, had faded from Kirsteen's mind when she took the first step into the dark. She knew there were no wild beasts who could devour her, no rob- bers who would seize her, as she had fancied when a child ; she had a trembling sense that God would protect her from ghosts and spiritual evils, but her yoUng soul trembled with fears both physi- cal and spiritual, just as much as when she had wandered out in the dark at six years old. Reason convinces but does not always sup- port the inexperienced spirit. When the ever-wakeful dogs at the little clachan heard the faint footfall upon the edge of the park and barked, Kirsteen was half consoled and half maddened with terror. If some one should wake and wonder, and suspect a midnight thief, and burst open a door and find her ; but, on the other hand, it was a little comfort to feel that even a dog was waking in that black expanse of night. She had already come a long way, before the daylight, when she and the landscape that enclosed her came dimly, faintly into sight 106 KIRSTEEN. in the first gray of the morning. Her eyes had got accustomed to the' darkness, her heart a little calmed and sustained by the fact that nothing had happened to her yet, no hidden malefactor in the dark nor sheeted whiteness from the churchyard interrupting her on her way. Her heart had beat while she passed, loud enough to have wakened the whole clachan, but nothing had stirred save the dogs— and safe as in the warmest daylight she had got by the graves. Nothing could be so bad as that again. Partly by familiar knowledge and partly by the consciousness of certain gradations in the darkness as she became used to it, she had got forward on her way until she had reached the head of the loch, where the water was a guide to her. Kirsteen had resolved that she would not venture to approach the town or cross the loch in the boat, the usual way, but, taking a large sweep round the end of the loch, strike at once into the wilds which lay between her and the com- paratively higher civilization of the regions within reach of Glas- gow. If she could but reach that great city, which was only second in her dim conceptions to London itself, she would feel that she was safe, but not before. She came round the head of the loch in the beginnings of the dawn, and had pushed her way far into the gloomy mystery of Hell's Glen, with its bare hills rising to the dim sky on either side, before the height of noon. It is gloomy there even when the height of noon means the dazzling of a Highland summer day. But when the best of the daylight is 'a dull gray, the long lines of the glen, unbroken by anything but a shepherd's hut here and there at long intervals, and the road that could be seen winding through like a strip of ribbon all the way gave the fjigitive a mingled sense of serenity and of that tingling, audible solitude and remoteness from all living aid or society which thrills every nerve. When she was half-way through the glen, however, the thrill was subdued by that experience of no harm as yet which is the most perfect of support, and Kirsteen began to be conscious that she had eaten nothing and scarcely rested since she set out. She had swallowed a mouthful as she walked — she had thrown herself down for a moment on the hill- side — but now it seemed possible to venture upon a little real rest. Kirsteen was dressed in a dark woollen gown of homespun stuff, made like all the dresses of the time, with a straight, long, narrow skirt, and a short bodice cut low round her shoulders. Over this she had a warm spencer, another bodice, with long sleeves, rising to her throat, where it was finished with a frill. She had strong KIRSTEEN. 107 country shoes and "woollen stockings, just visible under her skirt. Her bonnet was a little of the coal-scuttle shape, but not very large, and flung back over it, but so that she could put it down over her face at a moment's notice, was a large black veil, such an imitation of Spanish lace as was practicable at the time, better in workmanship, worse in material, than anything we have now. The large pattern, with its gigantic flowers in thick work, hid the face better than any lighter fabric, and it hung over the bonnet when thrown back like a cloud. She had a bundle on one arm, done up carefully in a handkerchief, containing two changes of linen, and another gown, carefully folded by Marg'ret into the smallest pos- sible space ; and on the other a camlet cloak, dark blue, with a fur collar and metal clasps, which was Marg'ret's own. This was sore lading for a long walk, but it was indispensable in face of the January winds, and the cold on the coach, of which Marg'ret knew dreadful things. To Kirsteen it seemed that if she could but reach that coach, and pursue her journey by the aid of other legs than her own, and with company, all her troubles would be over. She sat upon the hillside anxiously watching the path lest any suspicious figure should appear upon it, and took out from her wallet the last scones of Marg'ret's she was likely to eat for a long time. Should she ever eat Marg'ret's scones again? Salt tears came to Kirsteen's eyes and moistened her comely face. It was done now — the dreadful step taken, never to be altered, the part- ing made. Her life and her home lay far behind her, away beyond the hills that shut her in on every side. She said to herself, with trembling lips, that the worst was over ; by this time every one in Drumcarro would know that she was gone. They would have looked for her in every corner, up on the hill and down by the linn where the water poured into the vexed and foaming gulf. Would it come into anybody's head that she had thrown herself in and made an end of everything? " The only art her guilt to cover." Would they send and tell Glendochart, poor old gentleman — would they warn him not to come to a distressed house ? Or would he be allowed to come, and. her father say to him, " She is not worthy of a thought; she is no bairn of mine from this day"? "And my mother will go to her bed," said Kirsteen to herself with a tear or two, yet with the faint gleam of a smile. She could see them all in their different ways — her father raging, her mother weeping. 108 KIRSTEEN. , and Mary telling everybody that she was not surprised. And Marg'ret — Marg'ret would put on a steady countenance so that no- body could tell what she knew and what she didn't know. It almost amused Kirsteen, though it made ier breath come quick and brought the tears to her eyes, to sit thus in the deep solitude, with the silence of the hills all thrilling round, and look down as it were upon that other scene, a strangely interested spectator, see- ing everything, and her own absence, which was the strangest of alh But perhaps she sat too long and thought too much, or the damp of the sod had cramped her young limbs, or the tremendous walk of the morning told more after an interval of rest, for when she roused herself at last and got up again Kirsteen felt a universal ache through her frame, and stumbled as she came down from her perch to the road below. How was she to get through Glencroe to Arrochar^another long and weary course ? The solitude of the glen came upon her again with a thrill of horror. If she could not walk any better than this it would be dark, dark night again before she came to the end of her journey — would she ever come 'to the end of her journey ? Would she drop down upon the hill and lie there till some one found her ? A wave of discouragement and misery came over her. There was a house within sight, one of those hovels in which the Highland shepherd or crofter is still content to live. Kirsteen knew such interiors well — the clay floor, the black, smoke-darkened walls, the throng of children round the fire ; there was no room to take in a stranger, no way of getting help for her to push on with her journey. All the pictures of imagination fled from her, scant and troubled though they had been. Everything in the world seemed wept out except the sensa- tion of this wild solitude, the aching ,of her tired limbs, the im- possibility of getting on, her own dreadful loneliness and helpless- ness in this wild, silent, unresponsive world. Kirsteen could scarcely tell how she dragged herself to the en- trance of the glen. A little solitary mountain farm or gillie's house stood at some distance from the road, approached by a muddy cart-track. The road was bad enough, not much more than a track, for there were as yet no tourists (nay, no magician to send them thither) in those days. A rough cart canrfe lumbering down this path as she crept her way along, and soon made up to her. Kirsteen had made up her mind to ask for a " cast " or " lift " to help her along, but her courage failed her when the moment came, and she allowed the rude vehicle to lumber past with a heart, that KIKSTEEN, 109 ached as much as her Jimbs to see this chance of ease slip by. She endeavored as much as she could to keep within a certain dis- tance of the cart " for company," to cheat the overwhelming lone- liness which had come over her. And perhaps the carter, who was an elderly rustic, with grizzled hair, perceived her meaning, perhaps he saw the longing look in her eyes. After he 'had gone on a little way he turned and came slowly back. " Maybe you're owre gen- teel for the like of that," he said, " but I would sooner ye thought me impident than leave you your lane on this rough, long road. Would you like a lift in the cart ? There's clean straw in it, and you're looking weariet." Poor Kirsteen nearly wept for pleasure. She seated herself upon the clean straw with a sense of comfort which no carriage could have surpassed. It was a mode of conveyance not unknown to her. The gig had seldom been vouchsafed to the use of the girls in Drumcarro. They had much more often been packed into the cart. She thanked the friendly carter with all her heart. " For I am weariet," she said, " and the road's wet and heavy both for man and beast." " Ye'U have come a far way," he said, evidently feeling that de- sire for information or amusement which unexpected company is wont to raise in the rustic heart. Kirsteen answered that she had come from a little place not far from Loch Fyne, then trembled lest she had betrayed herself. " It's very Hieland up there," said the carter ; " that's the coun- try of the Lord their God the Duke, as Eobbie Burns calls him. We have him here too, but no so overpowering. Ye'U be a Camp- bell when you're at hame." " No, I am not a Campbell," said Kirsteen. It occurred to her for the first time that she must give some account of herself. " I'm going," she said, " to take up — a situation." " I just thought that. 'Twill be some pingling trade like show- ing or hearing weans their letters, keeping ye in the house and on a seat the haill day long." " Something of that kind," said Kirsteen. "And you're a country lass, and used to the air of the hills. Take you care — oh, take care ! I had one mysel — as fine a lass as ye would see, with roses on her cheeks, and eyes just glancing bright like your ain ; and as weel and as hearty as could be. But before a twelvementh was o'er her mother and me we had to bring her hame." 110 KIESTEBN. " Oh," cried Kirsteen, " I am very sorry — but she's maybe bet- ter." " Ay, she's better," said the carter. " Weel— wi' her Faither which is in heaven." " Oh, J'm sorry, sorry !" cried Kirsteen, with tears in her eyes. « Thank ye for that ; ye have a look of her ; I couldna pass ye by ; but eh, for Gndesake, if ye have faither and mother to break their liearts for you, take care." " You must have liked her well, well !" said the girl. Fatigue and languor in herself added to the keen sense of sympathy and pity. " I wish it had been me instead of her," she said, hastily. " Eh," said the man, " that's a sair thing to say ! Ye must be an orphan with none to set their hearts on you — but you're young, poor thing, and there's nae telling what good may come to ye. Ye must not let down your heart." The cart rumbled on with many a jolt, the carter jogged by the side and talked ; the sound and motion were both drowsy, and Kir- steen was extremely tired. By and by these sounds and sensa- tions melted into a haze of almost beatitude, the drowsiness that comes over tired limbs and spirit when comparative ease succeeds to toil. After a while she lost consciousness altogether, and slept, nestled in the straw, like a tired child. She was awakened by the stoppage of the cart, and, opening her eyes to the gray yet soft heavens above and the wonder of waking in the open air, found herself at the end of a road which led up to a farmstead at the mouth of Glencroe where the valley opens out upon the shore of that long inlet of the sea which is called Loch Long. " I'm wae to disturb ye, but I must take the cairt back to the town, and my ain house is two miles down the loch. But there's a real dacent woman at the inn at Arrochar." " It's there I was going,'' said Kirsteen, hurriedly sliding from her place. She had been covered with her camlet cloak as she lay, and the straw had kept her warm. " I'm much obliged to you," she said ; " will ye take a — will ye let me give you — " " No a farden, no a farden," cried the man. " I would convoy ye to Mrs. Macfarlane's door, but I have to supper my house. Will ye gie me a shake of your hand ? You're a bonnie lass, and I hope ye'll be a guid ane — but mind, there's awfu' temptations in thae towns." Kirsteen walked away, very stiff but refreshed, half angry, half amused by this last caution. She said to herself with a blush that KIRSTEEN. Ill he could not have known who she was — a lady — or he would not have given her that warning, which was not applicable ito the like of her. They said poor lassies in service, out among strangers, stood in need of it, poor things. It was not a warning that had any meaning to a gentlewoman ; but how was the man to know? She went on, still in a strange confusion of weariness and the haze of awakening to where the little town of Arrochar lay low by the banks of the loch. It was dark there sooner than in other places, and already a light or two began to twinkle in the windows. Two or three men were lingering outside the inn when Kirsteen reached the place, and daunted her — she who was never daunted. She went quickly past, as quickly as her fatigue would admit, as if she knew where she was going. She thought to herself that if any one remarked it would be thought she was going home to her friends, going to some warm and cheerful kent place — and she a waif and outcast on the world ! When she had passed, she loitered and looked back, finding a dim corner where nobody could see her, behind the little edge of a cottage garden. Presently a woman in a widow's cap came briskly out to the door of the little inn, ad- dressing a lively word or two to the loitering men, which made them move and disperse ; and now was Kirsteen's time. She hur- ried back and timidly approached the woman at the inn door as if she had been a princess. " Ye'U maybe be Mistress Macfarlane ?" said Kirsteen. " I'm just that ; and what may ye be wanting ? Oh, I see you're a traveller," said the brisk landlady ; " you'll be wanting, lodging for the night." " If you have a room ye can give me — with a bed — I've had a long walk — from near Loch Fyne," said Kirsteen, feeling that ex- planation was necessary, and looking wistfully in the face of the woman on whom her very life seemed to depend. For what if she should refuse her, a young girl all alone, and turn her away from the door ? Mrs. Macfarlane was too good a physiognomist for that — but she looked at Kirsteen curiously in the waning light. " That's a f^r way to come on your feet," she said, " and you're a young lass to be wandering the country by yourself." "I'm going — to take up a situation," said Kirsteen. "If ye should have a room — " ",0h, it's no for want of a room. Come in, there's plenty of 112 KIKSTEEN. room. So ye're going to tate up a situation? Your Minnie must have been sair at heart to let you gang afoot such a weary way." "There was no other^convenience," said Kirsteen, sick and faint. She had to make an effort not to cry. She had not thought of this ordeal, and her limbs would scarcely sustain her. " Come in," said the woman. " Would you rather go to your bed, or sit down by the fire with me ? Lord bless us, the poor thing's just fainting, Eelen. Take her into the parlor, and put her in the big chair by the fire." " I'm not fainting — I'm only so tired I cannot speak," said Kir- steen, with a faint smile. " Go ben, go ben," said MrS. Macfarlane, " and I'll make the tea, and ye shall have a cup warm and strong. There's naething will do you so much good." And to lie back in the big chair by the warm fire seemed like paradise to Kirsteen. This was her fortunate lot on her first night from home. CHAPTER XVII. She had, however, much questioning to go through. There was but little custom to occupy the woman of the inn, and the mingled instincts of kindness and gossip, and that curiosity which is so strong among those who have little to learn save what they can persuade their neighbors to tell them, had much dominion over Mrs. Macfarlane. Kindness, perhaps, was the strongest quality of all. Her tea was hot and strong, and what she considered well "maiket" before the fire; and when the Highland maid, who cpuld speak little English, but hung about in silent admiration of the unexpected visitor, who was a new incident in the glen, had " boilt" some eggs, and placed a plate of crisp cakes — ^tbe oatcakes which were the habitual bread of Scotland at that period — and an- other- of brown barley scones, upon the table, the mistress herself sat down to encourage her guest to eat. " There's some fine salt herrings if ye would like that better, or I could soon fry ye a bit of ham. We've baith pork hams and mutton hams in the house. But a fresh boilt egg is just as good as anything, and mair nat'ral to a woman. Ye'll be gaun to Glasco, where everybody goes?" KIESTEEN. 113 " Yes," said Kirsteen, with a doubt in her heart -whether it was honest not to add that she was going farther on. " I wonder what they can see in't— a muckle dirty place, with long lums pouring out smoke. I wouldna gie Arrochar for twenty o't." " I suppose," said Kirsteen, " it's because there is aye plenty doing there." " I suppose sae. And ye're going to take up a situation ? It's no a place I would choose for a young lass, but nae doubt your mother kens what she's doing. Is it a lady's-maid place, or to be with bairns, or — I'm sure I beg your pardon ! You'll be a gov- erness, I might have seen." Kirsteen had grown very red at the thought of being taken for a lady's maid, but she said to herself quickly that her pride was misplaced, and that it was the best service any one could do her to think her so. " Oh, no," she said, " I'm not clever enough to be a governess. I'm going — ^to a mantua-maker's." " Weel, weel — that's a very genteel trade, and many a puir led- dy thankful to get into it," said Mrs. Macfarlane. " I'm doubting you're one yoursel, or else ye have lived with better kind of folk, for ye've real genty ways and a bonnie manner. Take heed to yourself in Glasco, and take up with none of thae young sprigs in oflBces that think themselves gentlemen. Will ye no take another cup ? Weel, and I wouldna wonder ye would be better in your bed than any other place. And how are ye going on in the morn- ing ? There's a coach from Eelensburgh, but it's a long walk to get there. If ye like, Duncan will get out the gig and drive you. It would be a matter of twelve or maybe fifteen shillings if he couldna get a job back — ^which is maist unlikely at this time of the year." With many thanks for the oSer, Kirsteen tremblingly explained that she could not afford it. " For I will want all my money when I get to Glasgow," she said. "Weel," said Mrs. Macfarlane, "ye ken your ain affairs best. But there's sturdy beggars on the road, and maybe ye'U w'ish ye had ta'en my offer before you win there." Kirsteen thought she never would sleep for the aching of her limbs when she first laid herself down in the hard bed which was all the little Highland inn, or even the best houses in Scotland, afforded in that period. Her mind was silenced by this strange' physical inconvenience, so that she was quiescent in spirit and conscious of little except her pangs of fatigue. Youth, however, 8 114 KIKSTEEN. was stronger ttan all her pangs, and the influence of the fresh mountain air, though charged with damp, in which she had pur- sued her journey — and she slept with the perfect abandon and ab- solute repose of her twenty years, never waking from the time she laid her head upon the pillow until she was awakened by Eelen, the Highland maid, whom she opened her eyes to find standing over her with the same admiring looks as on the previous evening. " Your hair will be like the red gold and your skin like the white milk," said Eelen ; ■" and its chappit acht, and it's time to be wakening." Kirsteen did not spring from her bed with her usual alertness, for she was stiff with her first day's travels. But she rose as quickly as was possible, and got down-stairs to share the porridge of a weakly member of the family who was indulged in late hours, and~ had a little cream to tempt her to consume the robust food. " I would have given ye some tea but for Jamie," said Mrs. Mac- farlane ; " maybe he'll take his parritch when he sees you supping yours with sic a good heart." Though she was thus used as an example, Kirsteen took leave of the kind innkeeper with a sense of desolation, as if she were once more leaving home. " Deed, I just wish ye could bide, and gie the bairns their lessons and please a' body with your pleasant face," the landlady said. Kirsteen went oa her way with a " piece " in her pocket and many good wishes. It was a bright morning, and the sun, as soon as he had succeeded in rising over the shoulders of the great hills, shone upon Loch Long as upon a burnished mirror, and lit up the path which Kir- steen had to travel with a chequered radiance through the bare branches of the trees, which formed the most intricate network of shadow upon the brown path. The deep herbage and multitudi- nous roadside plants, all wet and glistening, the twinkle of a hundred biirns that crossed the road at every step, the sound of the oars upon the rowlocks of a fisher-boat upon the loch, the shadows that flew over the hills in swift, instantaneous succession, added their charms to the spell of the morning, the freshest and most rapturous of all the aspects of nature. Before long Kirsteen forgot everything both' trouble of body and trouble of mind. The fascination of the morning brightness entered into her heart. In a sunny corner she found a bit of yellow blossomj of the wild St. John's wort, that "herb of grace" which secures to the traveller who is so happy as to find it unawares a prosperous day's journey, and in another the rare, delicate star of the Grass of Parnassus. These, with a sprig KIESTEEN. 115 of the " gale," the sweet wild myrtle which covers those hills, made a little bouquet which she fastened in the belt of her spencer with simple pleasure. She hesitated a moment to wear the badge of the Campbells, and then, with a fantastic, half -amused sentiment, re- minded herself that if she had become the Lady of Glendochart, as she might have done (though ignorant folk took her for a govern- ess or even a lady's waiting-woman), she would have had a right to wear it. Poor Glendochart ! It would hurt his feelings to find that she had flown away from her home to escape him. Kirsteen was grieved beyond measure to hurt Glendochart's feelings. She put the gal? in her belt with a compunctious thought of her old, kind wooer. But at that moment her young spirit, notwithstand- ing all its burdens, was transported by the morning and the true delight of the traveller, leaving all that he has known behind him for love of the beautiful and the new. It seemed to Kirsteen that she had never seen the world so lovely nor the sun so warm andi sweet before. She had walked several miles in the delight of these novel sen- sations, and was far down Loch Long side, without a house or sign of habitation nigh, when there suddenly rose from among the bushes of brown, withered heather on the slope that skirted the road a man whose appearance did not please Kirsteen. He had his coat-sleeve pinned to his breast as if he had lost an arm, and a forest of wild beard and hair enclosing his face. In these days, when the wars of the Peninsula were barely over, and Waterloo approaching, nothing was so likely to excite charitable feelings as the aspect of an old soldier — and the villainous classes of the com- munity, who existed then, as now, were not slow to take advantage of it. This man came up to Kirsteen with a professional whine. ' He gave 'her a list of battles at which he had been wounded, which her knowledge was not enough to see were impossible, though her mind rejected them as too much. But he was an old soldier (she believed), and that was enough to move the easily flowing fountains of charity. No principle on the subject had indeed been invented in those days, and few people refused a handful of meal at the house door or a penny on the road to the beggar of any degree, far less the soldier who had left the wars with an empty sleeve or a shattered leg. Kirsteen stopped and took her little purse from her pocket and gave him sixpence with a look of sympathy. She thought of the boys all away to the endless Indian wars, and of another besides who might be fighting or losing his arm like this 116 KIRSTEEN. poor man. " And I'm very sorry for ye, and I hope you will win safe home," said Kirsteen, passing on. But different feelings came into her mind when she found that she was being followed, and that the man's prayer for " anither saxpence " wad being repeated in a rougher and more imperative tone. Kirsteen had a great deal of courage, as a girl so often has, whose natural, swift impulses have had no check of practical danger. She was not at first afraid. She faced round upon him with a rising color and bade him be content. " I have given ye all I can give ye," she said, " for I've a long, long journey before me and little siller." " Ye have money in your purse, my bonnie lady, and no half so much to do with it as me." " If I've money in my purse, it's my own money, for my own lawful uses,'' said Kirsteen. " Come, come," cried the man, " I'll use nae violence unless ye force me. Gie me the siller." " I will not give ye a penny," cried Kirsteen. And then there ensued a breathless moment. All the possibilities swept througl;. her mind. If she took to flight he would probably overtake her, and in the meantime might seize her from behind when she could not see what he was doing. She had no staff or stick in her hand, but was weighted with her bundle and her cloak. She thought of flinging the latter over his head and thus blinding and embarrass- ing him to gain a little time, but he was wary and on his guard. She gave a glance towards the boat on the loch, but it was in mid- water, and the bank was high and precipitous. Nowhere else was there a living creature in sight. " Man," said Kirsteen, " I cannot fight with ye, but I'm not just a weak creature either, and what I have is all I have, and I've a long journey before me — I'll give ye your sixpence if you'll go." - " I'll warrant ye will," said the sturdy beggar, " but I'm a no so great a fuil as I look. Gie me the purse, and I'll let ye go." " I'll not give ye the purse. If ye'll say a sum and it's within my power I'll give ye that." "Bring out the bit pursie," said the man, " and we'll see, maybe with a kiss into the bargain," and he drew nearer; with a leer in the eyes that gleamed from among his tangled hair. " I will fling it into the loch sooner than ye should get it," cried Kirsteen, whose blood was up — " and hold off from me or I'll push you down the brae," she cried, putting down her bundle, and with a long breath of nervous agitation preparing for the assault. KIESTEEN. 117 " You're a bold quean, though ye look so mim — gie me a pound, then, and I'll let ye go." Kirsteen felt that to produce the purse at all was to lose it, and once more calculated all the issues. The man limped a little. She thought that if she plunged down the bank to the loch, steep as it was, her light weight and the habit she had of scrambling down to the linn might help her, arid the sound of the falling stones and rustling branches might catch the ear of the fisher on the water, or she might make a spring up the hill behind and trust to the tangling roots of the heather to impede her pursuer. In either case she must give up the bundle and her cloak. Oh, if she had but taken Donald and the gig as Mrs. Macfarlane had advised ! "I canna wait a' day till ye've made up your mind. If I have to use violence, it's your ain wyte. I'm maist willing to be friend- ly," he said, with another leer, pressing upon her. She could feel his breath upon her face. A wild panic seized Kirsteen. She made one spring up the hill before he could seize her. And in a moment her bounding heart all at once became tranquil, and she stood still, her terror gone. For within a few paces of her was a sportsman with his gun, a young man in dark undress tartan, scarcely distinguishable from the green and brown of the hillside, walking slowly downwards among the heather bushes. Kirsteen raised her voice a little. She called to her assailant, " Ye can go your way, for here's a gentleman !" with a ring of delight in her voice. The man clambering after her (he did " hirple " with the right foot, Kirsteen observed witli pleasure) suddenly slipped down with an oath, for he, too, had seen the new-comer, and presently she heard his footsteps on the road hurrying away. " "What is the matter, my bonnie lass ?" said the sportsman ; " are ye having a quarrel with your jo ? Where's the impudent fellow ? I'll soon bring him to reason, if you'll trust yourself to me." Kirsteen dropped over the bank without reply, with a still more hot flush upon her cheeks. She had escaped one danger only to fall into another more alarming. What the country folk had said to her had piqued her pride ; but to be treated by a gentleman as if she were a country lass with her jo was more than Kirsteen could bear. He had sprung down by her side, however, before she could do more than pick up the bundle and cloak which the tramp had not touched. 118 ' KIBSTEEN. " He's a scamp to try to take advantage of you when you're in a lone place like this. Tell me, my bonnie lass, where ye are going ? I'll see you safe Over the hill if you're going my way." " It is not needful, sir, I thank ye," said Kirsteen. " I'm much obliged to you for appearing as you did. It was a sturdy beggar would have had my purse ; he ran at the sight of a gentleman ; but I hope there are none but ill-doers need to do that," she added, with heightened color, drawing back from his extended hand. The young man laughed and made a step forward, then stopped and stared. " You are not a country lass," he said. " I've seen you before — where have I seen you before ?" Kirsteen felt herself glow from head to foot with overpowering shame. Sie remembered if he did not. She had not remarked his looks in the relief which the first sight of him had brought, but now she perceived who it was. It was the very Lord John whose remarks upon the antediluvians had roused her proud resentment >t the ball. He did not mistake the flash of recognition, and a recognition which was angry, in her eyes. " Where have we met ?" he said. " You know me, and not, I fear, very favorably. Whatever I've done I hope you'll let me make my peace now." " There is no peace to make," said Kirsteen. " I'm greatly obliged to you, sir ; I can say no more, but I'll be more obliged to you still if you will go your own gait and let me go mine, for I am much pressed for time." " What ! and leave you at the mercy of the sturdy beggar ?" he cried, lightly. " This is my gait as well as yours ; I'm on my way across Whistlefield down to Roseneath — a long walk. I never thought to have such pleasant company. Come, give me your bundle to carry, and tell me, for I see you know, where we met." ■ " I can carry my own bundle, sir; and I'll give it to nobody," said Kirsteen. " What a churl you make me look — a bonnie lass by my side overweighted, and I with nothing but my gun. Give me the cloak, then," he said, catching it lightly from her arm. " If you wiU not tell me where we met, tell me where you're going, and I'll see you home." " My home is not where I am going," said Kirsteen. " Give me back my cloak, tny Lord John. It's not for you to carry for me." " I thought you knew mcj'' he cried. " Now that's an unfair KIRSTEEN. 119 advantage. Let me think — was it in the school-room at Dalmally? To be sure ! You are the governess. Or -was it — ?" He saw that he had made an unlucky hit. Kirsteen's counte- 'nance glowed with proud wrath. The governess, and she a Douglas ! She snatched the cloak from him and stood at bay. " My father," she cried; " is of as good blood as yours, and though yoii can scorn at the Scots gentry in your own house, you shall not do it on the hillside. I have yon hill to cross," said the girl with a proud gesture, holding herself as erect as a tower, "going on my own business, and meddling with nobody. So go before, sir, or go after, but if you're a gentleman, as ye have the name, let me pass by my- self." The young man colored high. He took off his hat and stood aside to let her pass. After all, there are arguments which are ap- \ plicable to a gentleman that cannot be applied to sturdy beggars. But Kirsteen went on her way still more disturbed than by the first meeting. He had not recognized her ; but if they should ever meet again he would recognize her. And what would he think when he knew it was Drumcarro's daughter that had met him on the hill- side with her bundle on her arm, and had been lightly addressed as a bonnie lass. The governess at Dalmally ! Hot tears came into Kirsteen's eyes as she made her way across the stretch of moorland which lies between Loch Long and the little Gairloch, that soft and verdant paradise. She walked very quickly, neither turning to the right hand nor to the left, conscious of the figure following her at a distance. Oh, the governess ! She will be a far better person than me, and know a great deal more, thought Kirfeteen with keen compunction, me to think so much of myself that am nobody ! I wish I was a governess, or half so good. I'm a poor vagrant lass, insulted on the roadside, frighted with beggars, scared by gentle- men. Oh, if I had but taken that honest woman's offer of Donald and the gig ! CHAPTER XVHL KiESTEEN passed that night at Helensburgh, or Eelensburgh, aS everybody called it, and next day arrived at Glasgow a little after noon. She had the address there of a friend of Marg'ret,, where she would once again find herself in the serenity of a private house. 120 KIRSTEEN. She seemed to herself to have been living for a long time in public places — in houses where men could come in to drink or any stranger find a shelter, and almost to have known no other life but that of wandering solitude, continual movement, and the consciousness of having no home or refuge to which she^ belonged. Kirsteen had never made a day's journey in her life before that dreadful morn- ing when she set out in the dark, leaving all that was known and comprehensible behind her. She had never been in an inn, which was to her something of a bad place, given over to revellings and dissipation, and profane noise and laughter, the " crackling of thorns under the pot." These ideas modify greatly even with a single night's experience of a quiet shelter and a kind hostess, but she looked forward to the decent woman's house to which Marg'ret's recommendation would admit her with the longing of a wanderer long launched upon the dreary publicity of a traveller's life, and feeling all the instincts of keen exclusivism which belonged in those days to poorer Scotch gentry, jarred and ofiended at every turn. To find the house of Marg'ret's friend was not easy in the great, grimy city, which was Kirsteen's first experience of a town. The crowded streets and noises confused her altogether at first. Such visions of ugliness and dirt, the squalid look of the hig houses, the strange groups, some so rich and well-to-do, some so miserable and wretched, that crowded the pavement, had never en- tered into her imagination before. They made her sick at heart ; and London, people said, was bigger (if that were possible) and no doubt more dreadful still ! Oh, that it could all turn out a dream from which she might wake to find herself once more by the side of the linn, with the roar of the water, and no sickening clamor of ill tongues in her ear ! But already the linn, and the far-o£E life by its side, were away from her as if they had passed centuries ago. She found the house at last, with the help of a ragged laddie upon whose tangled mass of nondescript garments Kirsteen loo" with amazement, but who was willing, apparently, to go to the end of the world for the sixpence which had been saved from the tramp. It was in a large and grimy " land " not far from Glasgow Green, a great block of buildings inhabited by countless families, each of which had some different trace of possession at its special window — clothes hanging to dry, or beds to air, or untidy women and girls lolling out. The common stair, which admitted to all these differ- ent apartments, was in a condition which horrified and disgusted the country girl. Her courage almost failed her when she stepped KIRSTEBN. 121 within the black portals, and contemplated the filthy steps upon which children were playing, notwithstanding all its horrors, and down the well of which came sounds of loud talking, calls of women from floor to floor, and scraps of conversation maintained at the highest pitch of vigorous lungs. " It's up at the very top," said the urchin who was her guide. Kirsteen's expectations sank lower and lower as she ^ascended. There were^two doors upon each stair- head, and often more than one family enclosed within these subdivi- sions, all full of curiosity as to the stranger who invaded their grimy world with a clean face and tidy dress. '' She'll be some charity leddy seeking pennies for the puir folk." " We hae mair need to get pennies than to give them." " She'll be gaun to see Allison Wabster, the lass that's in a decline." " She'll be a visitor for Jus- tin Macgregor, the proud Hieland besom, that's ower grand for the like of us." These were the pleasant words that accompanied her steps from floor to floor. Kirsteen set it all down to the score of the dreadful town in which every evil thing flourished, and with a sad heart and great discouragement pushed her way to th^ highest story, which was cleaner than below, though all the evil smells rose and poisoned the air, which had no outlet. The right - hand door was opened to her hurriedly before she could knock, and an old woman with a large mutch upon her head and a tartan shawl on her shoulders came out to meet her. " Ye'U be the leddy from Loch Fyne," she said, with a homely courtesy. " Come ben, my bonnie leddy, come ben." After the purgatory of the stair Kirsteen found herself in a par- adise of cleanliness and order, in a little lantern of light and bright- ness. There were three small rooms — a kitchen, a parlor, so called, with a concealed bed, which made it fit for the combined purposes of a sleeping and living room, and the bedroom proper, into which she was immediately conducted, and which was furnished with a tent-bed, hung with large-patterned chintz, each flower about the size of a warming-pan, and with a clean knitted white quilt, which was the pride of Jean Macgregor's heart. There was a concealed bed in this room, too, every contrivance being adopted for the in- crease of accommodation. Perhaps concealed beds are still to be found in the much-divided " lands " in which poor tenants congre- gate in the poorer parts of Glasgow. They were formed by a sort of closet completely filled by the spars and fittings of a bed, and closed in by a dismal door, thus securing the exclusion of all air from the hidden sleeping-place. "" 122 KIRSTEEN. The decent woman, who was Marg'ret's old friend, took Kirsteen's bundle from her hands, and, opening it, spread out the contents on the bed. , " I'll just hang them out before the fire to give them air and take out the creases. And, mem, I hope you'll make yoursel' at home and consider a' here as your ain." " Did ye know I was cflming ?" said Kirsteen, surprised". " Only this morning.: I got a scart of the pen from Harg'ret Brown, that is my cousin' and a great friend, though I have not seen her this twenty years. She said it was one o' the family, a young leddy that had to travel to London, and no man nor a maid could be spared to gang with her ; and I was to see ye into the coach, and take good care of ye ; and that I will, my bonnie leddy, baith for her sake and because ye've a kind face of your ain that makes a body fain." In the relief of this unexpected reception, and after the misery of the approach to it which tad. sunk Kirsteen's courage, she sat down and cried a little for pleasure. " I'm glad ye think I've a kind face, for oh, I have felt just like a reprobate, hating everything I saw," she cried. " It's ail so difEerent — so difEerent — ^from home." Home had been impossiJ)le a few days ago; it looked like heaven — though a heaven parted from her by an entire lifetime — now. " Weel," said the old woman, " we canna expect that Glasco, a miserable, black, dirty town as ever was, can be like the Hielands with its bonnie hills and its bright sun. But, my honey, if ye let me say sae, there's good and bad in baith places, and Grlasco's no so ill as it looks. Will ye lie down and take a bit rest, now you're here — or will I make ye a cup of tea? The broth will not be ready for an hour. If I had kent sooner I would have got ye a chuckle or something mair delicate ; but there wasna time." Kirsteen protested that she neither wanted rest nor tea, and would like the broth, which was the natural, everyday food, better than anything. She came into the parlor and sat down, looking out from the height of her present elevation upon the green be- low, covered with white patches in the form of various washings which the people near had the privilege of bleaching on the grass. The abundant, sweet air so near the crowded and noisy streets, the freedom of that sudden escape from the dark lands and houses, the unlooked'-for quiet and cheerful prospect stirred up her spirit. The lasses going about with bare feet, threading their KIRSTEEN. 123 way among the lines of clothes, sprinkling them with sparkling showers of water which dazzled in the sun, awakened the girl's envy as she sat with her hands crossed in her lap. A flock of mill-girls were crossing the green to their work at one of the cot- ton-factories. They were clothed in petticoats and short gowns, or bedgowns, as they are called in England, bound round their waists with a ^trim white apron. Some of them had tartan shawls upon their shoulders. A number of them were barefooted, but one and all had shining and carefully dressed hair done up in elaborate plaits and braids., Kirsteen's eyes followed them with a sort of envy. They were going to their work, they were carrying on the common tenor of their life, while she sat there arrested in everything. " I wish," she said, with a sigh, " I had something to do." " The best thing you can do is just to rest. Ye often do not find the fatigue of a journey," said Mrs. Macgregor, " till it's over. Ye'll be more and more tired as- the day goes on, and ye'll sleep fine at night." • With these and similar platitudes the old woman soothed her , guest ; and Kirsteen soothed her soul as well as she could to quiet, though now when the first pause occurred she felt more and more the eagerness to proceed, the impossibility of stopping short. To cut herself adrift from all the traditions of her life in order to rest in this little parlor, even for a day, and look out upon the bleach- ing of the clothes, and the mill-girls going to work, had the wild- est inappropriateness in it. She seized up the half-knitted stock- ing, without which in those days no good housewife was complete, and occupied her hands with that. ' But towards evening another subject was introduced, which delivered Kirsteen at once from the mild ennui of this compulsory pause. " Ye'll maybe no ken," said the old woman, " that there is one in Glasco that you would like weel to see ?" " One in Glasgow I" Kirsteen looked up with a question in her eyes. " No doubt there is many a one in Glasgow that I would be proud to see ; but I cannot think of company nor of what I like when I'm only in this big place for a day." " It's not that, my bonnie leddy. It's one that if you're near sib to the Douglases, and Meg does not say how near ye are, would be real thankfu' just of one glint of your e'e." " I am near, very near," said Kirsteen, with a hot color rising over her. She dropped the knitting in her lap and fixed her eyes 124 KIRSTEEN. upon her companion's face. She had already a premonition who it was of whom she was to hear. " Puir thing," said Mrs. Macgregor, " she hasna seen one of her own kith and kin this mony a day. She comes to me whiles for news. And she'll sit and smile and say, ' Have ye any newsifrom Marg'ret, Mrs. Macgregor?' never letting on that her heart's just sick for word of her ain kin." " You are perhaps meaning — Anne," said Kirsteen, scarcely above her breath. " I'm meaning Mrs. Dr. Dewar," said the old woman. " I think that's her name — the one that marriet and was cast ofE by her family because he was just a doctor and no a grand gentleman. Oh, missie, that's a hard, hard thing to do ! I can understand a great displeasure, and that a difference might be made for a time. But to cut ofi a daughter — as if she were a f remd person, never to see her or name her name, oh, that's hard, hard ! It may be right for the Lord to do it, that kens the heart (though I have nae faith in that), but no for sinful, erring man." " Mrs. Macgregor," said Kirsteen, " you will remember that it's my — my near relations you are making remarks upon." " And that's true," said the old lady. " I would say nothing to make ye think less of your nearest and dearest — and that may- be have an authority over ye that Scripture bids ye aye respect. I shouldna have said it ; but the other — ^the poor young leddy — is she no your near relation too ?" Kirsteen had known vaguely that her sister was supposed to be in Glasgow, which was something like an aggravation of her of- fence ; for to live among what Miss Eelen called the fremd in a large town was the sort of unprincipled preference of evil to good which was to be expected from a girl who had married beneath her ; but to find herself confronted with Anne was a contingency which had never occurred to her. At home she had thought of her sister with a certain awe mingled with pity. There was something in the banishment, the severance, the complete efEacing of her name and im- age from all the family records, which was very impressive to the imagination, and brought an ache of compassion into the thought of her which nobody ventured to express. Kirsteen had been very young, too young to offer any judgment independent of her elders, upon Anne's case when she had gone away. But she had cried over her sister's fate often, and wondered in her heart whether .they would ever meet, or any amnesty ever be pronounced that would re- KIRSTEEN. , 125 store poor Anne, at least nominally, to her place in the family. But it had not entered into her mind to suppose that she herself should ever be called upon to decide that question, to say practically, so far as her authority went, whether Anne was to be received or not. She kept gazing at her hostess with a kind of dismay, unable to make any reply. Anne — ^who had married a man who was not a gentle- man, who had run away, leaving the candle dying in the socket. A strong feeling against that family traitor rose up in Kirsteen's breast. She had compromised them all — she had connected the name of the old Douglases, the name of the boys in India, with a name that was no name, that of a common person — a doctor, one that traded upon his education and skill. There was a short butr sharp struggle in her heart. She had run away herself, but it was for i a very different reason. All her prejudices, which were strong, and j the traditions of her life were against Anne. It was with an effort \ that she recovered the feeling of sympathy which had been her natural sentiment. " She is my near relation, too. But she dis- obeyed them that she ought to have obeyed." " Oh, missie, there are ower many of us that do that." Kirsteen raised her head more proudly than ever. She gave the old woman a keen look of scrutiny. Did she know what she was ' saying? Anyhow, what did it matter? "But if we do it, we do it for different reasons — not to be happy, as they call it, in a shame- ful way." " Oh, shameful — na, na ! It's a lawful and honest marriage, and he's a leal and a true man." " It was shameful to her family," cried Kirsteen, doubly deter- mined. " It was forgetting all that was most cherished. I may be sorry for her" — she scarcely was so in the vigor of ]xet op- position — " but I cannot approve her." Kirsteen held her head very high and her mouth closed as if it had been made of iron. She looked no gentle sister, but an unyielding judge. " Weel, weel," said the old woman with a sigh, " it's nae busi- ness of 'mine. I would, fain have let her have a glimpse, puir thing, of some one belonging to her ; but if it's no to be done, its nane of my affairs, and I needna fash my thoom. We'll say no more about it. There's going to be a bonnie sunset if we could but see it. Maybe you would like to take a walk and see a little of the town." Kirsteen consented, and then drew back, for who could tell that she might not meet some one who would recognize her. Few as 126 KIRSTEEN. were the people she knew, she had met one on the wild hillsides above Loch Long, and there was no telling who might be in Glasgow, a town which was a kind of centre to the world. She sat at the window, and looked out upon the women getting in ■ their clothes from the grass where they had been bleaching, and on all the) groijps about the green— children playing, bigger lads contending with their footballs. The sky became all aglow with the glory of the winter sunset, then faded into gray, and light began to gleam in the high windows. Day passed, and night, the early-falling, long-continuing night, descended from the skies. Kirsteen sat in the languor of fatigue and in a curious strangeness remote and apart from everything about as in a' dream. It was like a dream altogether — the strange little house so near to the skies, the opening of the broad green space underneath, and the groups upon it — place and people alike unknown to her, never seen before, altogether unrelated to her former life — yet she herself in- .trodueed here as an honored guest, safe and sheltered, and sur- rounded by watchful care. But for Marg'ret she must have fought her way as she could, or sunk into a dreadful obedience. Obe- dience ! that was what she had been blaming her sister for failing in, she who had so failed herself. She sat and turned it over and over in her mind while the light faded out from the sky. The twilight brought softening with it. She began to believe that per- haps there were circumstances extenuating. Anne had been very young, younger than Kirsteen was now, and lonely, for her sisters were still younger than she, without society. And no doubt the man would be kind to her. She said nothing while the afternoon passed, and the tea was put on the table. But afterwards, when Mrs. Macgregor was washing the china cups, she asked suddenly, "Would it be possible, if a person desired it, to go to that place where the lady you were speaking of, Mrs. Dr.-^ ? If you think she would like to see me I might go." CHAPTER XIX. If it was strange to sit at that window looking out over the world unknown, and feel herself an inmate of the little house so different from everything she had ever seen, the guest and com- panion of the old woman whose very name she had never heard KIESTEEN. 12T till a few days before, it was still more strange to be in the thronged and noisy streets, full of people, more people than Kirsteen had supposed to be in the world, under the glaring of fb^Jl^hts that seemed to her to mock the very day itself, though they'wfere few enough in comparison with the blaze of illumination to which we are now accustomed — agoing through the strange town in the strange night to see Anne. That was the climax of all the strange- ness. Anne, whose name was never named at home, whom every- body remembered all the more intensely because it was forbidden to refer to her. Anne, who had gone away from her father's house in the night, leaving the candle flaring out in the socket and the chill wind blowing in through the open door. That scene had always been associated in Kirsteen's mind with her sister's name, and something of the flicker of the dying candle was in the blow- ing about of the lights along the long range of the Trongate, above that babel of noises and ever-shifting phantasmagoria of a great city. She could not make any reply to the old woman who walked beside her, full of stories and talk, pointing out to her a church or a building here and there. Kirsteen went through a little panto- mime of attention, looking where she was told to look, but seeing nothing, only a confused panorama of crowded dark outlines and wind-blown lights, and nothing that she could understand. At length they struck into a long line of monotonous streets where there were no shops and no wayfarers, but some lamps which flickered wildly, more and more like the dying candle. Mrs. Macgregor told her the name of the street, and explained its length and beauty, and how it had been built, and that it was a very genteel street, where some of the bailies and a number of the ministers lived. " The houses are dear," she said, " and no doubt it was a fight for Dr. Dewar to keep up a house in such a genteel place. But they external things are of great consequence to a doc- tor," she added. Kirsteen was dazed and overawed by the line of the grim houses looming between her and the daj-k sky, and by the flaring of the wild lights, and the long stretch of darkness which the scanty, unavailing lamps did not suflBce to make visible. And her heart began to beat violently when her guide stopped at a door which opened invisibly from above at their summons and clanged behind them, and revealed a dark stair with another windy lamp faintly lighting it, a stair in much better order than the dreadful one where Mrs. Macgregor was herself living, but look^ ing like a gloomy cleft among the dark walls. Now that she had 128 KIRSTEEN. come so far, Kirsteen would fain have turned back or delayed the visit to virhich she seemed to be driven reluctantly by some im- pulse that was not her own. Was it not an aggravation of her own rebellion that she should thus come secretly to the former rebel, she who had been discarded by the family and shut out from its records? She shrank from the sight of the house in which poor Anne had found refuge, and of the husband who was a common person, not. one of their own kind. Drumcarro at his fiercest could not have recoiled more from a common person than his runaway daughter, whose object it was to establish herself with a mantua-maker in London. But Kirsteen felt her own po- sition unspeakably higher than that of her sister. She followed her companion tremulously into the little dark vestibule. " Oh, ay, the mistress is in ; where would she be but in, and hearing the bairns say their bits of lessons ?" said an active maid who admitted them, pointing to the glow of ruddy firelight which proceeded from an inner door. And before she was aware Kirsteen found herself in the midst of a curious and touching scene. She had not heard anything about children, so that the sight so unexpected of two little things seated on the hearth-rug, as she remembered herself to have sat in her early days under Anne's instructions, gave her a little shock of surprise and quick- springing kindness. They were two little roundabout creatures of three and four, with little round rosy faces faintly reddened by the flickering light, which shone in the soft glow, their hair half flaxen, half golden. Their chubby hands were crossed in their la;ps. Their mother knelt in front of them, herself so girlish still, her soft yel- low hair matured into brown, her face and figure fuller than of old, teaching them with one hand raised. " Gentle Jesus, meek and mild," she was saying ; " Dentle Desus, meet and mild," said the little pupils ; " listen to a little child." There was no lamp or candle in the room ; nothing but the firelight. The two dark figures in their out-door dresses stood behind in the shadow, while all the light concentrated in this family group. The mother was so absorbed in her teaching that she continued without noticing their entrance. " You are not saying it right, Dunny ; and Kirsty, my pet, you must try and say it like me — Gentle Jesus." " Dentle Desus," said the little ones, with assured and smiling incorrectness, incapable of amendment. Kirsteen saw them through a mist of tears. The name of the baby on the hearth had com- KIRSTEEN. 129 pleted the moving effect of old recollections, and of the familiarity of the voice and action of the young mother. The voice had a plaintive tone in it, as so many voices of Scotch women have. She stood behind in the baciground, the rays of the fire taking a hun- dred prismatic tints as she looked at them through the tears upon her eyelashes. Her heart was entirely melted — forgetful of every- thing but that this was Anne, the gentle elder sister who had taught her chUdhood too. " I have brought a young leddy to see you, Mrs. Dewar," said the old woman. Anne sprang up to her feet at the sound of 'the voice. " I did not hear anybody come in," she said. " I was hearing them their hymn to say to their papa to-morrow. Is it you, Mrs. Macgregor? You're kind to come out this cold night. Dnnny, tell Janet she must put ye to your bed, for I'm busy with friends." " Na," said the old lady, " we'll not interrupt. I'm going ben to say a word to Janet mysel'. And she'll no interrupt you putting your bairns to their bed." , She drew Kirsteen forward into the influence of the firelight, and herself left the room, leaving the sisters together. Anne stood for a little, gazing curiously at the silent figure. She was puzzled and at a loss ; the black silk spencer, the beaver bonnet, were com- mon enough articles of dress, and the big veil that hung like a cloud over Kirsteen's bonnet kept the face in the shade. " Do I know ye ?" she said, going timidly forward. Then, with a cry, " Is it Kirsteen?" The little children sat still on the hearth-rug with their little fat hands crossed in their laps ; they were not concerned by the con- vulsions that might go on over their heads. They laughed at the glancing firelight and at each other in one of those still moments of babyhood which come now and then in the midst of the most riotous periods ; they had wandered off to the edge of the country from whence they came. When the two sisters fell down on their knees by the side of the little ones, the mother showing her treas- ures, the young aunt making acquaintance with them, the rosy little faces continued to smile serenely upon the tears and suppressed passion. "This is Kirsty, that I called after you, Kirsteen." " But oh, ye mean for my mother, Anne ?" " Kirsty, me !" said little three-year-old, beating her breast to identify the small person named. " She's Kistina ; I'm Duncan," said the little boy, who was a whole year older, but did not generally take the lead in soci- 9 130 KIRSTEEN. ety, " They are like two little birdies in a nest," said Kirsteen ; " oh ! the bonnie little heads like gold. — and us never to know !" " Will I send them to Janet, or will ye help me to put them to their bed?" said the proud mother. For a moment she remem- bered nothing but the delight of exhibiting their little round limbs, their delightful gambols, for so soon as the children rose from that momentary abstraction they became riotous again, and filled the room with their " flichterin' noise and glee." " I never light the candles till David comes in," Anne said, apologetically. " What do I want with more light ? For the bairns are just all I can think of ; they will not let me sew my seam. They are just a woman's work at that restless age." She went on with little complaints which were boasts as Kirsteen looked on and wondered at the skilled and careful manipulation of her sister's well-accustomed hands. The bedroom to which the group was transferred was, like the parlor, lighted only by the fire, and the washing and dress- ing proceeded while Anne went on with the conversation, telling how Dunny was " a ri\de boy," and Kirsty a " very stirring little thing," and " just a handful." " I have enough to do with them, and with making and mending for them, if I had not another thing on my hands," said Anne ; " they are just a woman's work." Kir- steen sat and looked on in the ruddy fiickering light with strange thoughts. Generally the coming on of motherhood is gradual, and sisters and friends grow into a sort of amateur share in it ; but to come suddenly from the image of Anne who had left the house- door open and the candle dying in the socket, to Anne the cheerful mother, kissing the rosy limbs and round faces, her pretty hair pulled by the baby hands, her proud little plaints of the boy that was " rude " and the girl that was " very stirring," was the most curious revelation to Kirsteen. It brought a little blush and un- easiness along with affection and pleasure, her shy maidenhood shrinking even while warm sympathy filled her heart. When the' children were in bed the sisters returned to the par- lor, where Kirsteen was installed in the warmest corner by the fire. "Would you like the candles lighted? I aye leave it till David comes home ; he says I sit like a hoodie crow in the dark," said Anne. There was a soft tone in her voice which told that David was a theme as sweet to her as the children ; but Kirsteen could not bring herself to ask any questions about the doctor, who was a common person, and one who had no right ever to have intruded himself into the Douglases' august race, Anne continued for a KIRSTEEN. 131 time to give further details of the children, how they were " a little disposed to tate the cold," and about the troubles there had been with their teeth, all happily surmounted, thanks to David's con- stant care. " If ye ever have little bairns, Kirsteen, ye will know what a comfort it is to have a doctor in the house." " I don't know about the bairns, but I am sure I never will have the doctor," said Kirsteen, in haste and unwarily, not thinking what she said. " And what for no ?" said Anne, holding herself very erect. "Ye speak like an ignorant person, like one of them that has a prejudice against doctors. There's no greater mistake." " I was meaning no such thing," cried Kirsteen, eagerly. " Well, ye spoke like it," said Anne. " And where would we all be without doctors ? It's them that watches over failing folk, and, gives back fathers and mothers to their families, and snatches our bonnie darlings out of the jaws of death. Eh ! if ye knew as much about doctors as I know about them," she cried, with a panting breath. " I am sorry if I said anything that was not ceevil," said Kir- steen ; " it was without meaning. Doctors have never done anything for my mother," she added, with an impulse of self -justification. "And whose blame is that? I know what David ordered her — and who ever tried to get it for her ? He would have taken her to his own house, and nursed her as if she had been his own mother," cried Anne with heat. Kirsteen with difficulty suppressed the indignation that rose to her lips. " Him presume to consider my mother as if she were his own !" Kirsteen cried within herself. " He was a bonnie one !" And there fell a little silence between the two sisters seated on op- posite sides of the fire. After a while Anne spoke again, hesitating, bending across the lively blaze. " Were ye, maybe, coming," she said, with an effort, "to tell me — ^to bring me a — message?" Kirsteen saw by the dancing light her sister's eyes full of tears. She had thought she was occupied only by the babies and the changed life, but when she saw the beseeching look in Anne's eyes, the quivering of her mouth, the eager hope that this visit meant an overture of reunion, Kirsteen's heart was sore. " Alack," she said, " I have no message. I am just like you, Annie. I have'left my home and all in it, I'm a wanderer on the face of the earth." 132 KIRSTEEN. " Kirsteen !" Anne sprang to her sister and cl&sped her in her arms. " Oh, my bonnie woman ! Oh, my Kirsty !" She pressed Kirsteen's head to her breast in a rapture of sympathetic feeling. " Oh, I'm sorry and I'm glad. I canna tell ye all my feelings. Have ye brought him with ye 1 Where is he, and who is he, Kir- steen ?" Kirsteen disengaged herself almost roughly, and with great, though suppressed offence, from her sister's arms. " If ye think there is any he in the matter, ye are greatly mistaken," she said. " If ye think I would take such a step for such a motive." Anne drew back wounded, too. " Ye need not speak so stern — I did it myself, and I would not be the one to blame you. And if there's a better reason, I don't know what it is. What reason can a ybung lass have to leave her hame, except that there's one she likes better, and that she's bid to follow, forsaking her father and mother, in the very Scripture itself." Mrs. Dr. Dewar returned to her seat, throwing back her head with an indignant sense of the highest warrant for her own con- duct. But when she resumed her seat, Anne began to say, softly : " I thought you had come to me with maybe a word of kindness. I thought that maybe my mother — was yearning for a sight of me as me for her — and to see my bairns. , Oh, it would do hec heart good to see the bairns ! It would add on years to her life. What are ye all thinking of that ye cannot see that she's dwining and pining for a pleasant house and a cheerful life ? David said it be- fore — and he was most willing to be at all the charges — but they would not listen to him, and no doubt it's a great deal worse now." " If you are meaning my mother, she is no worse," said Kirsteen. " She is just about the same. Robbie has gone away to India like the rest, and she just bore it as well as could be expected. I have not heard," said the girl, feeling the corners of her mouth quiver and a choking in her throat, " how she's borne this." Both of them had the feeling that their own departure must have affected the invalid more strongly than any other. " But she has not heard about your children, Anne. She would have said something." Anne's lips were quivering too. She was much wounded by this assertion. She shook her head. " My mother's no one,", she said, " that tells everything — especially what's nearest to her heart. Ye may be sure she knows, but she wouldna maybe be ready to speak of it to young lasses like you." KIRSTEEN. 133 Kirsteen thought this argument feeble, but she said nothing in reply. " And so Robbie's away ?" said Anne. " He was just a bit lad- die that I put to his bed like my own. Eh, but time goes fast, when ye hear of them growing up that ye can mind when they were born. I tell David our own will just be men and women be- fore we think." This thought brought a smile to her face, and much softening of the disappointment. " Oh, but 1 would like my mother to see them !" she said. Kirsteen reflected a little bitterly that this was all Anne thought of, that her curiosity about her sister had dropped at once, and that the children and the wish that her mother should see them — which was nothing but pride — was all that occupied Anne's thoughts; and there ensued another pause. They sat on either side of the fire with divided hearts, Anne altogether absorbed in her own thoughts of the past and present, of her old girlish life, which had been full of small oppressions, and of her present happiness, and of the prosperous and elevated position of a woman with a good man and bairns of her own, which was her proud and delightful consciousness, and which only wanted to be seen and recognized by her mother to make it perfect. Kirsteen, on her side, felt this superiority as an offence. She knew that her mother had " got over " Anne's departure, and was not at all taken up by imagina- tions concerning her and her possible children — though she could not but recognize the possibility that her own flight might have a much more serious effect — and she sat by her sister's hearth with a jealous, proud sensation of being very lonely and cut away from everything. She said to herself that it was foolish, nay, wrong to have come, and that it was not for her to have thus encouraged the bringing down of her father's house. There was no such thing, she proudly -felt, in her own case. Suddenly Anne rose up, and, lifting two candleisticks from the mantelpiece, placed them on the table. " I hear David's step,'' she said, with a beaming face. " Then I will just be going," said Kirsteen. " Why should ye go ? Will ye no wait and see my husband ? Maybe you think Dr. Dewar is not good enough to have the honor of meeting with the like of you. I can tell you my husband is as well respected as any in Glasgow, and his name is a kent name where the Douglases' was never heard." "That can scarcely be in Scotland," cried Kirsteen proudly. 134 KIRSTEEN/ " not even in Glasgow. Fare ye well, Anne. I'm glad to have seen ye — " She paused for a moment with a shake in her voice, and added, hurriedly — " and the bairns." " Oh, Kirsteen !" cried Anne, rushing to her side, " oh, Kirsteen, bide ! Oh, bide and see him. Ye will never be sorry to have made friends with my man." " Who is that, Anne ?" said a voice behind them, " that ye are imploring in such a pitiful tone to bide ? Is it some unfriend of mine ?" " No unfriend. Dr. Dewar," said Kirsteen, turning round upon him, " but a stranger that has little to do here." " It is one of your sisters, Anne !" " It's Kirsteen," cried Anne-, with wet eyes. " Oh, David, make her stay." CHAPTER XX. Dr. Dewar was a man of whose appearance his wife had reason to be proud. None of the long-descended Douglases were equal to him either in physical power or in good looks. He was tall and strong; he had fine hands — a physician's hands, full of delicacy yet force — good feet — all the signs that are supposed to represent race, though he was of no family whatever — the son of a shop- keeper, not fit to appear in the same room in which ladies and gen- tlemen were. Kirsteen had stopped short at sight of him, and there can be no doubt that she had been much surprised. In for- mer times she had indeed seen him as her mother's doctor, but she had scarcely noticed the visitor, who was of no interest to a girl of her age. And his rough country dress had not been imposing like the black suit which now gave dignity and the air of a gentleman, which Kirsteen had expected to find entirely wanting in her sister's husband. His somewhat pale face, large-featured, rose with a sort of distinction from the ample, many-folded white neck-cloth — ap- propriate title ! — which envelpped his throat. He looked at the visitor with good-humored scrutiny, shading his eyes from the scanty light of the candles. " My wife is so economical about her lights," he said, " that I can never see who is here, though I would fain make myself agreeable to Anne's friends. Certainly, my dear, I will do what is in me to make your sister bide. I would fain KIRSTEEN. 135 tope it is a sign, of amity to see ye here to-night, Miss Ear- steen." " No," said Kirsteen, " it is not a sign of amity. It was only that I was in Glasgow, and thought I would like to see her — at least," she added, " I would not take to myself a credit I don't deserve. It was Mrs. Macgregor put it into my head." " Well, well," said Dr. Dewar, " so long as you are here we will not quarrel about how it was. It will have been a great pleas- ure to Anne to see you. Are th6 bairns gone to their beds, my dear?" " They're scarcely sleeping yet," said Anne, smiling at her hus- band with tender triumph. "Go ben," she said, putting one of the candlesticks into his hand, " and see them ; for I know that's what has brought ye in so soon — not for me, but the weans." " For both," he said, pressing her hand like a lover as he took the candle from it. Anne was full of silent exultation, for she had remarked Kirsteen's little start of surprise, and noticed that she said nothing more of going away. " Well ?" she said, eagerly, when he had disappeared. " Well," said Kirsteen, " I never heard that Dr. Dewar was not a very personable man, and well-spoken. It will maybe be best for me to be getting home, before- it's very late." " Will ye no stay, Kirsteen, and break bread in my house ? You might do that and say nothing about it. It would be no harm to hide an innocent thing that was just an act of kindness when you get home. If I am never to get more from my own family," cried Anne, " but to ]>e banished and disowned as if I were an ill woman, surely a sister that is young and should have some kind thought in her heart might do that. Ye need say nothing of it when you get home," " I will maybe never get home more," said Kirsteen, overcome at last by the feeling of kindred and the need of sympathy. " Oh, lassie," Cried Anne, " what have ye done ? What have ye done ? — And where are ye going ? — If ye have left your home ye shall bide here. It's my right to take care of you, if ye have no- body else to take care of ye, no Jean Macgregor, though she's very respectable, but me, your elder sister. And that will be the first thing David will say." " I am much obliged to you," said Kirsteen, " but you must not trouble your head about me. I'm going to London — to friends I have there." 136 KIRSTEEN. " To London !" cried Anne. There was more wonder in her tone than would be expressed now if America had been the girl's destination. " And you have friends there ?" Kirsteen made a lofty sign of assent. She would not risk her- self by entering into any explanations. " It's a long journey," she said, " and a person never can tell if they will ever win back. If you are really meaning what you say, and that I will not be in your way nor the doctor's, I will thankfully bide and take a cup of tea with ye — for it's not like being among strangers when I can take your hand and give a kiss to your little bairns before I go." ' Anne came quickly across the room and took her sister in her arms, and cried a little upon her shoulder. " I'm real happy," she said, sobbing ; " ye see the bairns, what darlins' they are — and there never was a better man than my man ; but eh ! I just yearn sometimes for a sight of home and my poor mother. If she is weakly, poor body, and cannot stand against the troubles of this world, still she's just my mother, and I would rather have a touch of her hand than all the siller in Glasgow — and eh, what she would give to see the bairns !" Kirsteen, who was herself very tremulous, here sang in a broken voice, for she too had begun to realize that she might never again see her mother, a snatch of her favorite song : " ' True loves ye may get mony an ane But Minnie ne'er anither.' " " No, I'll not say that," said Anne. " I'll not be so untrue to my true love — but oh, my poor Minnie ! how is she, Kir- steen? Tell me everything, and about Marg'ret and the laddies and all." When Dr. Dewar entered he found the two sisters seated close together, clinging to each other, laughing and crying in a breath, oyer the domestic story which Kirsteen was telling. The sole candle twinkled on the table kindly like a friendly spectator, the fire blazed and crackled cheerfully, the room in the doctor's eyes looked like the home of comfort and happy life. He was pleased that one of Anne's family should see how well ofE she was. It was the best way, he felt sure, to bring them to acknowledge her, which was a thing he professed to be wholly indifEerent to. But in his heart he was very proud of having married a Douglas, and he would have received any notice from Drumcarro with a joy KIRSTEEN. I3l perhaps more natural to the breeding of his original station than dignified. He felt, the superiority of his wife's race in a manner which never occurred to Anne herself, and was more proud of his children on account of the " good Douglas blood " in their veins. " Not that I hold with such nonsense," he would say with a laugh of pretended disdain. "But there are many that do." It was not a very serious weakness, but it was a weakness. His face beamed as he came in. Though Kirsteen had said that her presence was not a sign of amity, he could not but feel that it was, and a great one. For certainly the laird's opposition must be greatly modified before he would permit his daughter to come here. " Well," he said, making them both start, " I see I was not wanted to persuade her to bide. I am very glad to see you in my house. Miss Kirsteen. Ye will be able to tell them at home that ' Anne is not the victim of an ogre in human form, as they must think, but well enough content with her bargain — eh, wifie ?" He had come up to them, and touched his wife's cheeks caressingly with his hands.' "Come, come," he said, "Anne, ye must not greet, but smile at news from home." " If I am greetin' it's for pleasure," said Anne, " to hear about my mother and all of them, and to see my bonnie Birsteen." " She has grown up a fine girl," said the doctor, looking at her with a professional glance and approving the youthful vigor and spirit which were perhaps more conspicuous in Kirsteen than deli- cacy of form and grace. Her indignation under this inspection may be supposed. She got up hastily, freeing herself from Anne's hold. " I must not be late," she said ; " there's Mrs. Macgregor wait- ing." " Tell the lass to bring the tea, Anne — if your sister is with friends — " " I'm telling her that her place is here," cried Anne ; " it is no friends, it is just old Jean Macgregor, who is very respectable, but not the person for Kirsteen. And we have a spare room," she ^added, with pride. " The doctor will hear of none of your con- cealed beds or dark closets to sleep in. He insists on having a spare room for a friend. And where is there such a friend as your owit sister? We will send Jean to bring your things, Kir- steen." Kirsteen put a stern negation upon this proposal. " Besides," 138 KIRSTEEN. she said, " it would be no advantage, for I am going on to London without delay." " To London ?" cried the doctor. " That's a long journey for ye by yourself. Are you really going alone ?" "I'm told," said Kirsteen, composedly, "that the guards are very attentive, and that nobody meddles with one that respects herself. I have no fear." " Well, perhaps there is no fear — not what ye can call fear ; for, as you say, a woman is her own best- protector, and few men are such fools as to go too far when there's no response. But, my dear young lady, it's a long journey and a weary journey ; I won- der that Drumcarro trusted you to go alone ; he might have spared a maid, if not a man to go with ye.'' The doctor's weakuess led him to enhance the importance of Drumcarro as if it were a simple matter to send a maid or a man. " Oh, but Kirsteen says," Anne began, remembering the strange avowal, .which she did not at all understand, that her sister had made. Kirsteen took the words out of her mouth. " It's not as if I were coming back to-day or to-morrow," she said, quickly, " and to send any person with me would have been — not possible — I will just keep myself to myself and nobody will harm me." " I am sure of that," said the doctor, cheerfully. " I would not like to be the man that spoke a word displeasing to ye with those eyes of yours. Oh, I'm not complaining ; for no doubt ye have heard much harm of me and little good — but ye have given me a look or two. Miss Kirsteen. Does not this speak for me ?" he added, raising Anne's face, which glowed with pleasure' and affec- tion under his touch — " and yon ?" he added, pointing to the open door of the room in which the babies slept. Kirsteen was much confused by this appeal. " It was far from my mind to say anything unceevil," she said, " and in your own house." " Oh, never mind my own house ; it's your house when you're in it. And I would like ye to say whatever comes into your head, for at the end, do what you will, my bonnie lass, you and me are bound to be friends. Now come, wifie, and give us our tea." The dining-room in Dr. Dewar's house was more dignified than the parlor. It was used as his consulting-room in the morning, and Kirsteen was impressed by the large mahogany furniture the huge sideboard, heavy table, and other substantial articles, things KIRSTEEN. 139 "which told of comfort and continuance, not to be lightly lifted about or transferred from one place .to another., And nothing could be more kind than the doctor, who disarmed her at every turn, and took away every excuse for unfriendliness. After the dreadful experiences of her journey, and the forlorn sense she had of being cut off from everything she cared for, this cordial reception ended by altogether overcoming Kirsteen's prejudices, and the talk became as cheerful over the tea as if the young adven- turer had indeed been a visitor, received with delight in her sister's house. She went away at last with the old woman greatly against Anne's will, who tried every entreaty and remonstrance in vain. " Surely ye like me better than Jean Macgregor," she said. " Dh, Kirsteen, it's far from kind — and the spare room at your disposi- ■ tion, and the kindest welcome — I will let you give the bairns their bath in the morning. Ye shall have them as long as you please," she said, with the wildest generosity. It was Dr. Dewar himself who interrupted these entreaties. " My dear," he said, " Kirsteen has a great deal of sense ; she knows very well what she's doing. If there is a difiSculty arisen at home, as I'm led to conclude, it will just make matters worse if she's known to be living here." " I was not thinking of that," cried Kirsteen, feeling the ungen- erosity of her motives. " It may be well that ye should. I would not have you anger your father, neither would Anne, for any pleasure of hers. She is in a different position," said the doctor. " She's a married woman, and her father cannot in the nature of things be her chief object. But Kirsteen, my dear, is but a girl in her father's house, and whatever her heart may say, she must not defy him by letting it be known that she's living here. But to-morrow is the Sabbath- day. The coach does not go, even if she were so far left to her- self as to wish it ; and it could not be ill taken that you should go to the kirk together and spend the day together. And then if ye must go, I will engage a place in the coach for ye and see ye off on Monday morning." " Oh, I must go, and I almost grudge the Sabbath-day," said Kirsteen. " I am so restless till I'm there. But I must not give you all that trouble." " It's no trouble. I'll go with ye as far as the coach-office. I wish I was not so busy," said Dr. Dewar, with a delightful sense of his own consequence and popularity, and of the good impres- 140 I KIKSTEEN, sion it would mate. " I would convoy ye to London myself. But a doctor is never at his own disposition," he added, with a shake of his head. The Sunday which followed was strange yet delightful to Kir- steen. It was like the last day of a sailor on shore before setting forth upon the unknown, but rather of a sailor like Columbus, trusting himself absolutely to the sea and the winds, not knowing ■what awaited him, than the well-guided mariners of modern days, with charts for every coast and lighthouses at every turn. Kir- steen looked " On land and sea and shore, As she might never see them more." All was strange to her even here, but how much stranger, dark, undeciphered, unknown was that world upon the edge of which she stood, and where there was absolutely nothing to guide her as to what she should encounter ! Kirsteen was not quite sure whether she could understand the language which was spoken in London ; the ways of the people she was sure she would not un- derstand. Somewhere in the darkness that great city lay as the western world lay before its discoverer. Kirsteen formed an image to herself of something blazing into the night full of incomprehen- sible voices and things ; and she had all the shrinking yet eager- ness of a first explorer, not knowing what horrors thgre might be to encounter, but not his faith in everything good. The Sunday came like a strange dream into the midst of this eagerness yet alarm. She was almost impatient of the interruption, yet was happy in it with the strangest troubled happiness ; though it was so real, it was bewildering too, it was a glimpse of paradise on the edge of the dark, yet unreal in its pleasure as that vast unknown was unreal. She played with the children, and she heard them say their prayers, the two little voices chiming together, the two cherub faces lifted up, while father and mother sat adoring. It was like something she had seen in a dream — where she was her- self present, and yet not present, noting what ev^ry one did. For up to this time everything had been familiar in her life — there had been no strangeness, no new views of the relationship of events with which she was too well acquainted to have any room for flights of fancy. And then this moment of pause, this curibus, amusing, beau- tiful day, passed over, and she found herself in the dark of the wintry morning in the street, all full of commotion, where the KIRSTEEN. 141 coach was preparing to start. She found her brother-in-law (things changed so that she had actually begun to think of him as her brother-in-law) in waiting for her to put her in her place. Kir- steen's chief sensation in all that crowded, flaring, incomprehen- sible scene, with the smoiy lamps blazing, and the horses pawing and champing, and every one shouting to every one else about, was shame of her bundle and fear lest the well-dressed, carefully brushed doctor should perceive with what a small provision it was that she was going forth into the unknown. No hope of blinding his eyes with the statement that she was going to friends in Lon- don if he saw what her baggage consisted of. He put her, to her surprise, into a comfortable corner in the interior of the coach, covering her up with a shawl which he said Anne had sent. " But I was 'going on the outside," said Kirsteen. "Ye canna do that,'' he said, hastily. " You would get your death of cold, besides there was no place." " Then there is more money to pay," she said, feeling for her purse, but with a secret pang, for she was aware how very little money was there. " Nothing at sill," he said, waving it away, "they are just the same price, or very little differ- ence. Good-bye, Kirsteen, and a good journey to you. A doc- tor's never at his own disposition." " But the money ? I know it's more money." " I have not another moment," cried the doctor, darting away. Was it possible that she was in debt to Dr. Dewar? She had almost sprung after him when Mrs. Macgregor appeared carrying the bundle and put it on Kirsteen's knee. "Here is your bundle, Miss Kirsteen ; and here's a little snack for you in a basket." Thank Heaven he had not seen the bundle, but had he paid money for her? Was she in debt to Anne's husband, that common person ? There was no time, however, to protest or send after him. With a clatter upon the stones, as if a house were falling, and a sound on the trumpet like the day of judgment, the coach quivered, moved, and finally got under way. CHAPTER XXL It was dark again on the second afternoon when Kirsteen all dizzy, feverish, and bewildered, attained once more, so to speak, to solid ground, after so much that had flown past her, endless monotonous whirling in inconceivable flats and levels through night 142 KIKSTEEN. and through day. She put her foot upon the pavement timidly, and gave a frightened glance about her, knowing herself to Be in London — that fabulous place of which she had never been sure whether it were not altogether a fairy tale. The journey had been like a dream, but of a different kind. She had seemed to herself to be sitting still as in an island in the seas, and seeing the wastes of earth sweep past her, field pursuing field. There were hills, too, but little ones, not much worthy the attention, and they, too, went coursibg after each other, with all the sheep upon them and the trees and villages at their feet. There were pauses in the dream, in which a great deal of commotion went on, and horses champed, and men shouted, and the coach swayed to and fro ; but she formed to herself no definite idea of anything that was going on. People came to the coach door and spoke of dinner and supper, but Kir- steen was too shy to eat, though now and then she stepped down, feeling that she was stiffening into stone. And then the long night came, through which went the same roll and jar and jolt of the coach, and now and then a feverish interval of noise and distrac- tion breaking the doze into which she had fallen. She was too much agitated, too unassured, too conscious of the break with all her former life and habits which she was making, to enjoy the jour- ney or the sight of so many new places or the novelty in everything. And yet there was a certain wild pleasure in the rush through the night, even in the languor of weariness that crept over her and be- trayed her into sleep, and the strange awakening to feel that it was no dream, but that still, even while sie slept, the fields and hedges were flying past and the journey going on. The second day, how- ever, was one long bewilderment and confusion to Kirsteen, who was altogether unaccustomed to the kind of fatigue involved in travel- ling ; and when she was set down, finally, in the midst of all the lights and commotion, the passengers tumbling down from above and from behind, the little crowd of people awaiting their friends, the hostlers, the coachmen, the porters with the luggage, her bewil- derment reached its climax. She was pushed about by men run- ning to and fro, getting out boxes and bags and every kind of pack- age, and by the loiterers who had gathered to see the coach come in, and by the people who had not found their friends, some of whom came and peered into her face, as if she might perhaps be the person for whom they looked. Kirsteen at length managed to get out of the crowd, and stood in a corner waiting till the din should be over, observing with all the keenness that was left in KIRSTEEN. 143 her, till she found some one whose face she could trust. She found, at last, a man who was " a decent-like man," whom she thought she could venture to address, and, going up to him, asked if he could direct her to Miss Jean Brown's, the mantua-maker. " I have got the address in my pocket," she said, " but perhaps you will know." " No, miss," said the decent-looking naan, " there's a many Browns. I think I knows half a hundred." " She is a person from Ayr- shire," said Kirsteen. "They don't put up where they comes from, not commonly," said her friend, with a grin, " but if you 'as a letter, miss, I advise you to loot at it." Kirsteen had doubts about betraying the whereabouts of her pocket in this strange place, but another glance assured her that he was an unusually decent-like man ; and, besides, what could she do ? She took out cautiously the letter with Miss Jean Brown's address. "Chapel Street, Mayf air, will that be near hand ?" she said. " Bless you, that's the West End, that is — it's miles and miles Kirsteen's heart sank so that she could have cried — ^miles and miles ! — after her long jolting in the coach. The tears came to her eyes. But after a moment she recovered herself, feeling the utter futility of yielding to any weakness now. " Could you direct me the way to go ?" she said, " for I'm a stranger in London." To see her standing there, with her bundle in her hand and her cloak on her arm, making this very unnecessary explanation, was a pa- ' thetic sight. The decent-like man was touched — perhaps he had daughters of his own. " I might find the way," he said, " for I'm a Londoner born, but a stranger like you, fresh from the country, as anybody can see, ready to believe whatever is told you — no, no ! The thing you've got to do, miss, is to take a coach — " " A coach !" said Kirsteen, in horror. " Is London such a big place, then, that it wants a coach to go from one part to another?" " It's a hackney coach, if you have ever heard of such a thing," said the man. " I'll call one for you, if you please. It is the best thing to do. You could never find your way by night, even though you might in the day." Kirsteen hesitated for a moment. " It will cost a great deal," she said, looking wistfully from the yard into the crowded street, with its flaring lamps and the hoarse cries that came from it. She shrank back to the side of her new friend as she gazed, feeling more than ever like a shipwrecked mariner, not knowing among 144 KIESTEEN. what kind of savages she might fall. " Oh, will ye tell me what to do ?" she said, with a quite unjustifiable faith in the decent-like man. However, it is sometimes good to trust, and the result of Kir- steen'g confidence was that she soon found herself in a hackney- coach, driving, a very forlorn wayfarer indeed, through what seemed to be an endless succession of streets. She had asked her friend, humbly, whether he would take it amiss if she offered him a shil- ling for his kindness, and he had taken a load ofE her mind by ac- cepting the coin with much readiness, but in return had filled her with confusion by asking where was her luggage ? " Oh, it will be quite right when I get there," Kirsteen had said, deeply blush- ing, and feeling that both the coachman and her acquaintance of the yard must think very poorly of her. And then that long drive began. Every corner that was turned, and there were, she thought, a hundred, Kirsteen felt that now at last she must have reached her journey's end ; and on each such occasion her heart gave a wild throb, for how could she tell how Miss Jean would receive her, or if there would be rest for her at last? And then there would come a respite, another long ramble between lines of dark houses with muffled lights in the windows, and then another cor- ner and another leap of her pulses. She thought hours must have elapsed before at last, with a jar that shook her from head to foot, the lumbering vehicle came to a stop. Kirsteen stepped out, almost speechless with excitement, and gave something, she could scarcely tell what, to the coachman ; and then even this conductor of a mo- ment, whose face she could scarcely see in the dark, clambered up on his box and trotted away, leaving her alone. She thought, with a pang, that he might have waited just a moment to see whether they would let her in. It would only have been kind — and what could she do in that dreadful case if they did not ? And what was she to Miss Jean Brown, that they should let her in ? Her loneli- ness and helplessness, and the very little thread of possibility that there was between her and despair, came over Kirsteen like a sud- den blight as she stood outside the unknown door in the dark street. She began to tremble and shiver, though she tried with all her might to subdue herself. But she was very tired ; she had eaten scarcely anything for two days. And this great, gloomy town, which had swallowed her little existence, seemed so dark and terrible. There was no light to show either knocker or bell, and she stood groping, almost ready to give up the attempt and sit down upon the steps KIRSTEEN. 145 and be found dead there, as she had heard poor girls often were in London. She had come to this pitch of desperation when her hand suddenly touched something that proved to be a bell. Immediately her heart stood still with a newer and keener excitement. She waited, clinging to the railing, holding her breath. It seemed a long time before there was any response. Finally a door opened, not the door at. which Kirsteen stood, but one below, and a faint light shone out upon a little area into which stepped a figure half-visible. " Who is there ? And what may you be want- ing ?" said a voice. " I was wanting to speak to Miss Jean Brown," Kirsteen said. "Miss Brown never sees anybody at this hour. Ye can come to-morrow, if ye want to see her." " Oh," cried Kirsteen, her voice shrill with trouble, " but I can- not wait till to-morrow ! It's very urgetit. It's one from her sis- ter in Scotland. Oh, if ye have any peety, ask her — just ask her ! — for I cannot wait." Another figure now came out below, and there was a short con- sultation. " Are ye the new lass from the Hielands ?" said another voice. Even at this forlorn moment the heart of Kirsteen Douglas rose up against this indignity. " I am from the Hielands," she said ; then anxiety and wretchedness got the better of her pride. " Yes, yes," she cried, " I am anything ye please ; but let me in, oh, let me in, if ye would not have me die !" " Who is that at the front door ? Can ye not open the front door ? Is there not a woman in the house that has her hearing but me that am the mistress of it?" cried a new voice within; a vigorous footstep came thumping along the passage, the door was suddenly thrown open, and Kirsteen found herself in front of a flaring candle, which dazzled her eyes, held up by a woman in a rustling silk dress, half covered by a large white -muslin apron. Perhaps the white apron made the most of the resemblance, but the worn-out girl was not in a condition to discriminate. She stumbled into the house without asking another question, and, crying " Oh, Miss Jean !" half fell at the feet of Marg'ret's sister, feeling as if all her cares were over and her haven reached. " Yes, I am just Miss Jean," said the mistress of the house, hold- ing her candle so as to throw its full light on Kirsteen's face. "But who are you? I dinna ken ye. You're from the auld country, that's easy to be seen ; but I canna take in every Scots lass that 10 146 KIRSTEEN. comes with Miss Jean in her mouth. Who are ye, lassie 1 But ye're no a common lass. The Lord keep us, ye'U never be my sister Marg'ret's young leddy from Drumcarro ?" Miss Jean put down her candle hastily on a table, and took Kir- steen's hands. "You're cauld and you're in a tremble, and ye dinna say a word. Come in, come in to the fire, and tell me, bairn, if it's you." Then there followed a few moments or minutes in which Kir- steen did not know what happened. But the clouds cleared away, and she found herself in a room full of warm firelight, seated in a great chair, and herself saying (as if it were another person), " I thought I had got home, and that it was Marg'ret." " But you called me Miss Jean." "Ah," said Kirsteen, now fully aware what she was saying, and no longer feeling like another person. " I knew it was Miss Jean, but it was my Marg'ret, too. It was, maybe, this," she said, touch- ing the white apron, " but it was mostly your kind, kind eyne." " I'm feared you're a flatterer," said Miss Jean ; " my eyne might be once worth taking notice of, but not now. But you're just worn out, and famishing, and cauld and tired. Eh, to think a Miss Doug- las' of Drumcarro should come to my house like this, and nobody to meet you or receive you, or pay you any attention ! It was just an inspiration that I went to the door myself. But your room will be ready in a moment, and ye shall have some supper and a cup of tea." She paused a moment, and cast a glance round. " Did you bring your — luggage with ye ?" she said. Kirsteen laughed, but blushed a little. " I have nothing but my bundle ; I came away in such a hurry — and on my feet." Miss Jean blushed far more than Kirsteen did. She thought " shame for the servants." " We must say ye left it at the office, and it's coming to-morrow," she said, anxiously. And then care and warmth and a sense of well-being and comfort and rest so en- veloped Kirsteen that she remembered little more. There was a, coming and going of various faces into the light, a bustle of prep- aration, Miss Jean's keys taken out and brought back, consultations about the spare-room and the well-aired sheets, through all of which she sat happy and passive, seeing and hearing everything once more as if she were another person. The dark seas seemed to have been traversed, the unknown depths fathomed, and paradise attained. Perhaps the blazing fire, the fragrant tea, the little hasty meal, were not very paradisaical elements ; but even these creature com- KIESTEEN. 147 forts acquire a sentiment after a long, tedious journey, especially when the tired traveller retains all the quick sensations of youth, and is delivered from the horrible exaggerated terrors of inexperi- ence as weU as the mere fatigue of body and soul. CHAPTEE XXII. The journey over and the end attained ! This was the thought that came to Kirsteen's mind as she opened her eyes upon the morning ; not so tired, she reflected, as she had been at the inn at Arrochar, at Mrs. Macfarlane's, after her first day's walk. Was that a year ago ? she asked herself. The adventures by the way, the long lines of loch and hill, the villages and the silent kirks, which had seemed to make her safer whenever she saw them, the great, flaring, dark image of Glasgow, relieved by the sight of Anne and her babies, and the gteen with the bleaching, the whirl of long, unbroken journey, rattling, jolting, rolling, hour after hour through day and night — the strange passage in the dark through unknown , London, and finally this little room in which she opened her eyes, lying still and closing them again to ^njoy the sensation of rest, then opening them to see the yellow fog of the morning like a veil against the two small windows already shrouded by curtains, to which Kirsteen was unaccustomed, and which seemed to shut out all air and light — if that could be called light that pressed upon the panes with a yellow solidity just touched by a wintry sun. Were all her journeyings over, and had she reached the new world in which she was to live ? Her bundle had been carefully opened, her linen had been laid out in a drawer half open to show her where to find it, her second gown hung carefully up, shaken out of its creases by a skilful hand. Miss Jean herself had done this, still " thinking shame for the servants " of the new-comer's scant possessions. It was al- ready known all through the house that a distinguished visitor. Miss Douglas of Drumcarro, had arrived, a visitor of whose name Miss Jean was very proud, though a little inystified by her arrival, and wondering much to know what such a phenomenon as the ar- rival of a girl of good family unattended in London and at her house might mean. She was proud to give the needed hospitality, 148 KIBSTEEN. but why it should be to her, and not to any of her " grand con- nections," that Kirsteen had come, mystified the dressmaker. And Marg'ret in her letter had given no explanation ; " Miss Kirsteen will tell you everything herself," was all she had said. The seam- stresses down below, and the servants still lower down, who had mistaken the young lady for a new lass, were all in much excite- ment discussing the strange event. It was probably some story with love in it, the young woman thought, and were all eager for a glimpse of the new-comer or for any contribution to her history. She was nearly dressed when Miss Jean came with a gentle tap at the door. " I was thinking you would perhaps like your break- fast in bed, my dear young lady. You have had a dreadful jour-_ ney. From Glasgow in two days, and cramped up in the coach the whole time. But bless me, you are already dressed," she add- ed, scanning the gown in which Kirsteen had just clothed her- self, from head to foot, or rather from hem to throat. Miss Jean looked it all over, and gave it a twitch here and there, and smoothed the shoulders with her hand. " It's not ill made for the country," she added, " and fits you well enough, but these little puffed sleeves are out of fashion for morning dress. You must let me put you in the mode. Miss Douglas, before you are seen in the world." Miss Jean herself wore a stuff gown, crossed over upon the bosom, and open at the neck, which was covered with a neckerchief of voluminous white net underneath the gown. She wore a brown front with little curls, and a close cap tied under her chin for morn- ing wear, with a large and long muslin apron trimmed round with muslin work and lace. She had a large and ruddy countenance, with eyes like Marg'ret's, kind and soft. Kirsteen was surprised to find, however, how little in the morning was the resemblance which she had thought so great in the night. Marg'ret, though the virtual mistress of the house at home, never changed the dress and aspect of a servant woman for anything more becoming the house- keeper. But Miss Jean was more imposing than many of the country ladies, with a large gold watch like a small warming-pan hooked to her side, and her handkerchief fastened by a brooch of real pearls. To have this personage addressing her so respect- fully, looking forward to her entry into the grand world over- whelmed the girl who already she felt owed her so much. " Oh," she said, "Miss Jean — I have not come to London to be seen jn the world. I'm just a poor runaway from home. I prom- KIESTEEN. 149 ised Marg'ret I would tell you everything. Nothing can change the Doliglas blood. We have that, but we have little more ; and all my father thinks of is to push on the boys and restore the old family. The lassies are just left to shift for themselves." " That is often the case, ray dear young lady. Ye must just marry, and do as well for yourselves in that way." " We are three of us at home, and we can do nothing, and what does it matter being a Douglas if ye have no siller ? I've come away, not to see the world, but to make my fortune, Miss Jean." .' ' -• Miss Jean threw up her hands in dismay. " Bless the bairn — to make her fortune !" she cried. " That's just what 1 intend," cried Kirsteen. " I'll not marry a man to deceive him when I care for nothing but his money. I'll marry no man, except — and I've just come to London to work for my living — and make my fortune, if I can." " Whist, whist, whist !" cried Miss Jean, " that's all very well in a lad — and there's just quantities of them goes into the city without a penny and comes out like nabobs in their carriages — but not women, my dear, let alone young lassies like you." " I will not be a young lass forever. Miss Jean." " No," said the dressmaker, shaking her head, " ye may be sure of that, my dear lamb. That's just the one thing that never hap- pens. But ye'll be married, and happy, and bairns at your knee, before your youth's past, for that," she said, with a sigh, " I'm thinking, my dear, is the best way. I was never one that had much to do with the men. There's some does it, and some not. Look at Marg'ret and me — ne'er had such a thought ; but now we're getting old both the one and the other, and who will we have to lay our heads in the grave ? — not one belonging to us. We're just as the auld queen said, dry trees." " Not Marg'ret," cried Kirsteen, " not while one of us is to the fore ! I am not wishing to lay her head in the grave, but for love and faithfulness she will never lack as long as there is a Douglas to the fore." " It's a real pleasure to me," said Miss Jean, putting her hand- kerchief to her eyes, " to hear ye speak. And well I know Marg'- ret would want before you wanted, any one of the family. So it's on both sides, and a grand thing to see a faithful servant so re- spected. Now, Miss Douglas — " " My name is Kirsteen." 150 KIRSTEEN. "Well, Miss Kirsteen. You'll just take a good rest, and look about you, and see the follies of London before ye think anything more about making your fortune. Eh, to hear those bairns speak ! Ye would think it was the easiest thing in the world to make a fortune. Ye would think ye had but to put forth your hand and take it. That's just my nephew John's opinion, that has got a small place in an oflBce in Fleet Street, and is thinking what grand things he'll have in the show the year he's lord mayor. He was not satisfied at all with the last one," said Miss Jean, with a hearty ' laugh. " ' Auntie,' says he, ' it shall be very different when it comes to my turn.' And the laddie has fifteen shillings a week, and to fend for himself ! But, my dear," she said, smoothing Kir- steen's shoulder once more, and giving a twitch to the one line in her gown which did not hang as Miss Jean approved, " by the time we have put ye into the last fashion, and ye've been at a grand party or two, ye'U have changed your tune." " Who will bid me to grand parties 3" said Kirsteen ; but Miss Jean had disappeared and did not hear. It gave Kirsteen a little pang to think there was nobody, who could interfere, no "grand connections " such as the mantua-maker supposed, to call her to the world, a pang not so much for herself as for the mortification in- volved in Miss Jean's discovery of the fact. As for grand parties, Kirsteen had found out that they were a delusion. The ball at the Castle had filled her with dreams of pleasure, but yet nothing but harm had come of it. She had been neglected while there, and received none of the homage which every girl is taught to expect, and she had found only Glendochart, whose suit had cost her her home and everything that had been dear. A tear stole to Kirsteen's eye as she made this reflection, but it never fell, so quickly did her heart rise to the excitement of the novelty around her. She said to herself that even if there was no Grlendochart she would not now go back. She would stay and work and make her f6FEune7and make Jeanie an heiress, and get every dainty that London could provide to send to her mother. She would buy a carriage for her mother, and easy couches and down pillows, and everything that heart could desire; and then when he came back — the tear rose again, but only to make brighter the triumphant smile in Kirsteen's eyes. Let the others go to grand parties if they could (Mary would like it), but as for her, she would make her fortune, and be a help to every one that bore her name. She knelt down by her bedside to say her prayers, her heart so throbbing with purpose and antici- KIRSTEEN. 151 pation that she could scarcely go through these devout little forms which had been the liturgy of her childhood. " Oh, that I may make my. fortune and help them all," was the real petition of her heart. . To suggest anything so worldly to her Maker would have | been blasphemy according to the creed which Kirsteen had been taught, but this was the breath of intense aspiration that carried up the little innocent petitions. She rose from her knees in a thrill of purpose and feeling. " They shall not be shamed as they think, they shall be thankful there was Kirsteen among the lassies, as well as seven sons to make Drumcarro great again. Oh, maybe not Drumcarro, but the old Douglas country !" Kirsteen said to herself. And so went down-stairs, glowing to see what the new sphere was in which she was to conquer the world. And then when he came back ! Ejrsteen was quite unacquainted with the kind of house, tall and straight and thin, in which, as in the fashionable quarter. Miss Jean had established herself. The thread of narrow street filled with a foggy, smoky air, through which the red morning sun strug- gled — the blank line of houses opposite, and the dreary wall of the church or chapel which gave it its name, seemed to her petty and dingy and small beyond description, all the more that Miss Jean evidently expected her visitor to be impressed with the fashionable character of the locality. " The rooms were a great deal bigger where we were, near Eussell Square," she said, " and more convenient for the work ; but fashion is just everything, and this is where all my leddies live. You could not be expected to go back to Bloomsbury having once got foot in Mayfair." Natu- rally, Kirsteen was quite incapable of contradicting this axiom, which everybody in the workroom considered incontrovertible. The workroom was a long room built out at the back of the house, with many windows, and walls which had no decoration except a few plates of the fashions pinned to them, as being particularly lovely. A long table ran down the middle, at which was seated a number of young women, every one of whom to Kirsteen's inex- perienced perceptions was infinitely more fashionable, more impos- ing than her highest conception of herself had ever come to ; and they spoke fine English, with an accent which was, to be sure, not so easily understood as her own, but had an air of refinement which impressed Kirsteen much. Were they all gentlewomen, come like herself to make their fortunes ? She made a timid ques- tion on this subject to Miss Jean which was answered almost in» 152 KIBSTEEN. dignantly, " Gentlewomen ! Not one of them — havering, glaikit lasses !" was the reply. " They speak such fine English," said Kirsteen. Miss Jean kept her word and took her to see all the "ferlies," London Bridge, and the Exchange, and the Guildhall, with Gog and Magog guarding the liberties of the city, and to take a walk in the Park, which was just like the country, and where a glass of new milk warm from the cow was given her as a treat. And she was taken to see the coaches come in with the news from, the Continent about Boney's escape and the progress that adventurer was making, and the orders to the troops that were to crush him. Kirsteen thanked God that neither her brother nor him were in the king's army, but away in India, where, indeed, there was fighting going on continually, though nobody knew much about it. And she likewise saw Westminister and St. Paul's, both of which over- awed her but did not connect themselves with any idea of wor- ship ; her little kirk at home, and the respectable meeting-house at Glasgow to which she had gone with Anne, being all she kn,ew of in that way. She maintained her composure wonderfully through all these sight-seeings, showing no transport either of admiration or wonder, something to the disappointment of Miss Jean. This was not owing to want of interest, however, but partly to a Scotch shyness of expressing herself, and the strong national ob- jection to demonstration or rhapsodies of any kind, and partly to the high tension in which her mind was, a sort of exaltation which went beyond any tangible object, and even made most things a little disappointing, not so splendid as imagination had suggested. The one thing that did overcome Kirsteen's composure was the extent of the streets, tedious, insignificant, and unlovely, but endless, going on and on to the end of all things, and of ' the crowd, which she did not admire in itself, which was often dirty, noisy, and made her shrink, but which also was endless, abounding everywhere. You left it in Fleet Street only to find it again in Piccadilly, Kirsteen thought, gaping at the coaches before the White Horse Cellar just as it had gaped at her own coach where she arrived, which was, she was told, far away in the city. Where did the people come from ? Where did they disappear to ? Did they live anywhere or sleep in bed, or were they always about the streets day and night ? This was one of the things that made her more indifferent to the sights ; for her eyes were always wan- dering away after the people about whom she did not like to ask KIESTKEN. 153 questions. She saw the Prince Eegent riding out accompanied by his gentlemen, " the grandest gentlemen in the land," Miss Jean explained, telling Kirsteen a name here and there which were com- pletely unknown to the Highland girl — who did not admire her future sovereign. In this way a week passed, Kirsteen vainly at- tempting to be suffered to do something more than sit in the par- lor and read a book (it was the " Ladies' Museum," a magazine of the time in many volumes, and containing beautiful prints of the fashions, which was the chief literature at Miss Brown's), or walk out whenever business permitted «Miss Jean an hour of freedom — which was generally in the morning — to see the sights. One day her patience could bear it no longer : she burst forth — " Miss Jean, Miss Jean ! I would rather see no more ferlies. I take you out and spend your time and give a great deal of trouble when all I want is to learn my work, and put to my hand." " To make your fortune ?" said Miss Jean. " Perhaps at the end — but to learn first," said Kirsteen, pausing with a deep passing color, the color of pride — " my trade." " Your trade ! What would your father say, good gentleman, if he heard you say such words ? — Or your mother, poor lady, that has so little health?" " I've left both father and mother," cried Kirsteen, " but not to come upon others — and ye cannot tear me from my purpose what- ever may be said. There's reasons why I will never go back to Drumcarro, till — I will tell you some day ; I cannot now. But I'm here to work and not to be a cumberer of the ground. I want to learn to be a mantua-maker to support myself and help — other folk. Miss Jean, if you will not have me, I'll have to ask some other person. I cannot be idle any more." " Miss Kirsteen, there will be grand connections seeking you out and angry at me that let you have your will, and I will lose custom- ers and make unfriends." " I have no grand connections," said Kirsteen. " You see for yourself nobody has troubled their heads about me. I'm just as lone as the sparrow on the housetop. I've left my own folk and Marg'ret, and I have nobody but you in the world. Why should ye stop me ? When my heart's set upon it, nobody can stop me," Kirsteen cried, with a flash of her eyes like the flash in her father's when his blood was up. " Lord keep us ! I can weel believe that to look at you," said Miss Jean. 154 KIRSTEEN. CHAPTER XXIII. It followed as a matter of course that Kirsteen very soon accom- .plished her purpose. She took her place in the workroom, to the great surprise and partial confifsion of the workwomen, who did not at first know how to teach the lady who had come among them, her qualities and position much magnified by Miss Jean. Some of them were disposed to be impertinent, some scornful, some to toady the young new-comer, who, whatever she might be in herself, was undoubtedly Miss Brown's favorite, and able to procure favors and exemptions for those who were her friends. The standing feud between Scotch and English, and the anger and jealousy with which the richer nation regarded the invasions of the poorer, had not yet fallen into the mild dislike which is all that can be said to subsist nowadays in the way of hostile feeling between the two countries. Fierce jests about the Scotch who came to make their fortune off their richer neighbors, about their clannishness and their canniness, and their poverty and their pride, and still lower and coarser gibes about other supposed peculiarities were then still as current as the popular crows of triumph over the French and other similar antip- athies ; and Kirsteen's advent was attended by many comments of the kind from the sharp young Londoners, to whom her accent and her slower speech, and her red hair and her ladyhood were all ob- jects of derision. But it was soon found that it was not easy to overcome Miss-Ejr- steen, which was the name she chose to be called by. " I think no shame of my work, but I will not put my father's name in it, for he is old-fashioned, and he would think shame," Kirsteen had said, and Miss Jean approved greatly. " It would never do to let these lassies say that there was a Miss Douglas in the workroom with them.'* Kirsteen had a shrewd suspicion that the Misses Eobinson and Misses Smith of the workroom would derive little idea of dignity or superior- ity from the name of Douglas ; but even she was not quite so eman- cipated as to believe them quite ignorant of its importance. When she discovered from the revelations of a toady that they called her Miss Carrots or Miss Scotchy behind her back, Kirsteen was angry, KIRSTEEN. 155 but dignified, and took no notice, to the great disappointment of her informant. " I did not choose the color of my hair," she said, with much stateliness, little foreseeing a time to come when red hair should be the admiration of the world. But the young women soon heard that their shafts passed over Kirsteen's head and fell innocuous, which is the most safe and speedy extinguisher of malice. To make co- vert allusions which the object of them never finds out, and utter gibes that are not even heard by the intended butt of the company, is poor sport. Kirsteen had the safeguard of having a great many things to think of. Her thoughts strayed to her mother, who would miss her, for whom perhaps she ought to have suffered everything rather than abandon. But what good would I have been to her if they had married me to Glendochart? she said to herself. And then-she would ask herself what Glendochart would do, kind man whom she was wae to disappoint or harm, and how Marg'ret would meet the inquiries addressed to her, how much she would' be forced to reveal, how much she could hide. And then her thbughts would fly to Anne, and the two babies on the hearthrug, and the doctor, who, no doubt, was well-looking and well-spoken and kind, and who had taken thought for Kirsteen's comfort in a way she had little title to, considering how many prejudices, not yet by any means dis- persed, she entertained against him. After these subjects were ex- hausted, and sometimes before they were begun, her mind, or rather her heart, would fly to wild, unknown landscapes ; dimnly imagined wastes of arid heat, in the midst of which a white encampment, and one there of whom she could follow only the personal image, not knowing what he might be doing nor what was the course of that far-off Indian life. He might be in the midst of a battle while Kirsteen, with her head bent over her work and her needle flying, was thinking of him ; or travelling in strange ways, on camels over the desert, or mysterious big elephants. The letters of her brothers had been brief records of their own health and appointments and removals, and little more. She knew no details of the life of the East. Her imagination could only trace him vaguely through sun- shine and splendors unknown. But with all these varied thoughts to fill her mind it may be imagined that Kirsteen was very little af- fected by the references to Carrots or to the Scotchies who took the bread out of the mouths of English folk. When she did hear them she took them at first with great good-humor. " There are .plenty of English folk in Scotland," she said. " I've heard that 156 KIKSTEEN. the ladies'-maids and the bairns' -maids are all from here — :to teach the children to knap English, which is a little different, as perhaps ye know, from the way we speak." And as for the Carrots, she dis- posed of that very simply. " At home it is Ginger the bairns cry after me," she said. After a while, when she caught the sound of those recurring words among her many thoughts, she would raise her eyes and send a flash among them which daunted the whisper- ers. But generally Kirsteen neither noticed nor heard the imper- tinences of her fellow-workwomen, which was the most, effectual check of all. f It may not be thought a very high quality in a heroine, but Kir- steen soon developed a true genius for her craft. She had never forgotten Miss Macnab's little lecture upon the accuracy of outline necessary for the proper composition of a gown, and thus had ac- quired the first principles almost without knowing it. She fol- lowed up this, which is the heart of the matter, by many studies and compositions in which her lively miiid found a great deal of pleasure. She was not, perhaps, very intellectual, but she was inde- pendent and original, little trained in other people's ideas and full of fancies of her own, which, to my thinking, is the most delightful of characteristics. 1 remember that Mr. Charles Reade has en- dowed one of the most charming women whom he has introduced to the knowledge of the world with the same gift. ^Mrs. Lucy Dodd only, I think, made and invented mantles, but Kirsteeiv tried her active young powers upon everything, being impatient of sameness and monotony, and bent upon securing a difference, an individual touch in every different variety of costume. She was delighted, with the beautiful materials, which were thrown about in the work- room, the ordinary mantua-maker having little feeling for them ex- cept in view of their cost at so much a yard. But Kirsteen, quite unused to beautiful manufactured things, admired them all, and found a pleasure in heaping together and contrasting with each other the soft silken stuffs, many of them with a sheen of two blended colors, called "shot" in those days. Manufactures had not come to such perfection then as now, but there were no adul- terated silks or cheap imitations ; the very muslins, sprigged and spotted with many fanciful variations, were as costly as brocade now- adays — the kind of brocade which the later nineteenth century in- dulges in. To be sure, on the other hand, the plain straight gown required, very much less material than is necessary now. I do not myself think that dress was pretty in those days, but KIKSTEEN. 157 every fashion is beautiful to its time. And how the ladies of the early century managed to make themselves comfortable in white muslin gowns in December, even with a cloth pelisse over them, is more than I can divine, though I find in Miss Jean Brown's copy of the " Ladies' Museum " that this was the case. However that may be — and I do not suppose that Kirsteen was before her time, or more enlightened than the rest of the world — it is certain that she applied herself to the invention of pretty confections and modifica- tions of the fashions with much of the genuine enjoyment which | attends an artist in all crafts, and liked to handle and drape the pretty materials and to adapt them to this and that pretty wearer, as a painter likes to arrange and study the more subtle harmonies of light and shade. Miss Jean, who had herself been very success- ful in her day, but was no longer quite so quick to catch the value of a' tint, or so much disposed to stand over a subject and attain perfection in the outline of a skirt, was wise enough to perceive the gifts of her young assistant, and soon began to require her presence in the showroom, to consult with her over special toilettes and how to secure special effects. She did this at first, however, with some reluctance, always haunted by the fear that Kirsteen might thus be exposed to remark, and even that she herself might suffer for her audacity in employing a gentlewoman in so exalted a rank of life. " What if some of your grand connections or acquaintances should see ye ?" she said. " I have no grand connections," said Kirsteen, vexed to have this want brought back and back upon her conscious- ness. " For ye see I have all the nobility coming about the place," said Miss Jean, proudly ; " and now that the season has begun it is different from the winter." " I know nothing about the nobility,'' cried Kirsteen again. She was angered at last by the assumption, all the more that her want of acquaintance with what was so clearly understood to be her own class, now became so evident to her as to > be a grievance — a grievance that she had never been conscious of before. It happened one day, however, that there came into the show- room, while Kirsteen was there, a very distinguished party indeed, which Miss Jean advanced to the door to meet courtesying to the ground, and which consisted of a large and imposing mother, a beautiful, tall girl, at sight .of, whom Kirsteen precipitately retired into a comer, and a young gentleman whom in her surprise she did not notice. It appeared, however, that this was not at all the case with him. He glanced round with a yawn, as a young man in com- 158 KIESTEEN. pulspry attendance on his mother and sister may be excused for doing ; then, observing a young figure in the corner, began to take instant measures to discover whether there might not be something here to amuse himself with while the ladies were occupied with their dressmaker. Now, it is not easy for a young person in a mantua-maker's showroom persistently to keep her back turned upon a party of customers, and Kirsteen, to give herself a coun- tenance, began to arrange carefully the draping of a piece of silk over a stand, so as to appear to be very much occupied and absorbed in her occupation. That it should really happen to her, after all, to find a grand acquaintance among Miss Jean's nobility ! The dis- covery was painful, yet gave her a certain gratification, for at least to be able to say to Miss Jean that she must run away when the duchess came in was something, and vindicated her gentility. On the other hand, she said to herself, with a little bitterness, that most likely they would look her in the face, even Lady Chatty, and never know that they had seen her before. The young man all this time kept roaming about, looking, as it appeared, at the mantles and the bonnets, but aiming at the stand where Kirsteen, bending over her silk, was pinching and twisting it so as to show its full perfection. He said " Oh !" with a start, when he got into a position in which he could obtain a glimpse of the half-hidden face. She looked up in the surprise of the mo- ment, and there stood the critic of the ball, the sportsman of Loch Long side, he who had been of so much service to her, yet had af- fronted her more than the tramp — Lord John himself — with a de- lighted smile and mischievous air of satisfaction. " Ho, ho ! my pretty maiden ! So this was where you were going ?" he said to her in a low tone. " I am delighted to see you again." The color rushed to Kirsteen's face. She looked up at him de- fiantly for a moment ; then, feeling that discretion was the better part of valor, edged away from where he was standing, bending over her draperies again and drawing the stand softly after her.. But Lord John was not to be so easily daunted. "You can't dismiss me again in that grand style," he said. " Loch Long is one thing and a milliner's in London quite another. Do you think I will believe that you have come here for nothing but to fit gowns on women not half so pretty as yourself ?" Angry words rushed to Kirsteen's lips in a flood— angry, scorn- ful, defiant words, full of contempt and indignation. She was deeply indignant at this attempt to take advantage of what he thought her KIRSTEEN. 159 weakness ; but she knew that she was not weak, which is a con- sciousness that gives courage. Had she been one of the other girls in the workroom, to be flattered pr frightened or compromised, no doubt she would have done some imprudence, implored his silence, or committed herself in some Other way ; but Kirsteen was out of the rarige of such dangers. She turned from the stand she had been draping to another piece of work, without any visible sign of the disturbance in her mind, and made no reply. Lord John was not to be shaken ofi so easily. The time had no very high standard either of morals or manners, and to seize the op- portunity of speaking to a pretty girl wherever he found her was rather expected from than disapproved in a young man. These were the days in which it was still a civility on tie part of a gal- lant to kiss a pretty maid-servant as he gave her half a crown. And milliners were supposed very fair game. He followed her as she opened, with much phow of zeal, a box of French flowers. " Come," he said, " I must choose some of these ; I must buy some- thing of you. You'll find me an excellent customer. Choose the prettiest for me, and I'll give you whatever you ask for them. If I had but known when we met last that you were coming here !" " Miss Kirsteen," said Miss Jean, who had somehow an eye about her to observe what was going on behind, " will ye please to bring me that new box of French flowers ?" It was a relief, yet a new alarm. Kirsteen lifted the light box, and came slowly towards the group. Now it would be seen that they had no more recollection of her than if she had been a stock or a stone. The duchess did not turn round, but Lady Chatty, conscious of the presence of another girl, and also perhaps vaguely aware that her brother had already found an interest in the oppo- site corner, looked straight at Miss Jean's new assistant. She gave a start, and clasped her hands; then, crying out, " It is Kirsteen !" darted upon her, throwing the box with all the beautiful new French flewers to the ground. " Oh, dear me, how clumsy I am ! Oh, I hope the flowers will take no harm ! But it is Kirsteen. Mamma, do you see ? Kir- steen Douglas from our own country. Oh, I'm so glad to see you," cried Lady Chatty, seizing her by both the hands out of which her lively onslaught had thrown the box. " You're like a breath of Highland air, you're like the heather on the hills." And indeed it was a good metaphor as Kirsteen stood confused, with her russet locks a little ruffled, as their manner was, and her 160 KIESTEias^ hazel ey6s glowing and her bright face confused between pleasure and vexation and shame. " It is true that it is me, Lady Chatty," she said, " but you should not have made me let fall the flowers." " I will help you to pick them up," said the young lady ; and Lord John, taking a long step forward as if his attention had been suddenly roused, said, " Can I be of use ? I'll help, too." Meantime her grace, who had turned round at Lady Chatty's cry, stood for a moment surprised, regarding the group all kneeling on the floor, picking up the flowers, and then turned back to have a colloquy with Miss Jean, in which the words " Drumcarro's daughter" and " Glendochart," and "a wilful girl," and "a good marriage," and Miss Jean's deprecating explanation, " I told her so ; I told her so, your grace, but she would not listen to me," came to Kirsteen's ears in her anxiety, while she eluded the touch of Lord John's hand, and tried to respond to all Lady Chatty's eager ques- tions. " Oh, Kirsteen, you should hear what Miss Eelen says of you," said Lady Chatty, " and poor old Glendochart, who is such a nice old man. Why were you so unkind ? But I would not marry an old gentleman myself, not if he were a royal duke," cried the girl, raising her voice a little, not without intention. " And how clever it was of you to think of coming here ! Nobody would ever have found you here if mamma had not taken it into her head to come to Miss Jean's to-day. But oh, Kirsteen, it is a pity, for they will send you home again. I am glad to have seen you, but I am sorry, for mamma is coming to talk seriously to you. I can see it in her face. And papa will hear of it, and he will think it his duty to take an interest. And between them they will make you go home again. And when once they get you back, they will marry you to old Glendochart whether you like or not." CHAPTER XXIV. And, indeed, the duchess did' come forward with the gravest looks, after the flowers had all been gathered up and restored to the box and her talk was over with Miss Jean. " Miss Douglas," she said, " I am much surprised to find you here." " Your grace," said Kirsteen, " I am very well here." KIRSTEEN. 161 " That is just your silly notion. A young person of your age is not fitted to. dispose of her own life. Your worthy parents had Jooked out a most suitable match for you, and I cannot but say it was very wrong and a shame to all belonging to you that you should run away." " I would rather say nothing about it, madam," said Kirsteen. " Whether that was the cause or not, the heart knoweth its o^n bitterness ; and every one of us, however small we may be, under- stands their own affairs best." " No, young lady," said the duchess, " that's not so. You are not at an age when you are fit to judge. It is just nothing but childish folly," she added, raising her voice also intentionally, and casting a glance towards her daughter, " to object to a good man and a gentleman of a good family, and who is hale and hearty and full of sense — because he is not just as young as some long-legged fool that you may think better worth your pains." "Like me, for instance," said Lord John, in an audible aside. Her grace's eyes softened as her look rested for a moment upon her scapegrace. Then she turned back to Kirsteen with her severest look. " It is a very bad example to other foolish young creatures that you have set in running away. But I hope you will think better of it, and be persuaded, and go back to your family,'' she said. " I do not think I can do that," said Kirsteen, " for there's noth- ing changed that I know, and the reason that brought me away is still there." " Miss Douglas," said the duchess, " his grace himself has heard all about this from one and another, and I make little doubt that when he hears where you are and that we have seen you, and what an unsuitable place^ you are in for a gentleman's daughter, he will take it into his own hands, and just insist that you must go back." Kirsteen had been standing in a respectful attitude listening to the great lady, answering for herself, it is true, with much steadi- ness, but also with deference and humility. She raised her head now, however, and looked the Suchess in the face. " I am meaning no disrespect," she said, ." but, madam, I am not his grace's clans- woman, that he should insist. The Douglases I have always heard tell were sovran in their own place, and gave no reverence to one of another name." " Young lady," cried the duchess, astonished, " you are a very bold person to speak of his grace in that tone." 11 162 KIRSTEBN. " I am meaning no disrespect," Kirsteen said. But she stood so firm, and met her grace's eye with so little shrinking, that even the duchess herself was embarrassed. It is unwise to profess an in- tention of interfering and setting everything straight before you have ascertained that your impulse will be obeyed. The great lady colored a little and felt herself worsted. It was only natural that she should lose her temper ; she turned upon Miss Jean, who stood by very tremulous, half sympathizing with Kirsteen, half overawed by her visitor. " Then, Miss Brown," she said, " it should be your duty to inter- fere. It ill becomes you, a person so well supported by the Scots gentry, to back up a young girl of family in rebellion against her own kith and kin. Miss Jean was much taken by surprise, yet she was not un- equal to the occasion.. " I have told Miss Kirsteen," she said, " on several occasions that this was what would happen ; that her grand friends would step in, and that we would all be called to account. I hope your grace will excuse me, but I cannot say more. I have no authority. If your grace cannot move her, how will she heed the like of me ?" "She is a very self-wUled young person," said the duchess; " but I will see that her friends are communicated with, and no doubt her father will send some' one to fetch her away. We will Just leave the other question till another time. Charlotte, come away." " But I must have my gown, mamma," cried Lady Chatty ; " in- deed, I'm not going without my gown. What should I do, with all the balls coming on and nothing to wear ? You can go away if you please and send the carriage back for me, or John will take me home. But if all the world were falling to pieces, I must have my gown. You must know. Miss Jean, it is for the birthday, and I must have something of your very best. Kirsteen, what is the prettiest thing she has ? for you must know. I want some of that silver gauze that is like a mist, and I have it in my head exactly how I want it made. Oh, mamma, don't stand and look so glum, but just go away, please, and send the carriage back for me." The duchess hesitated for a moment, but in the end took her daughter's advice, as was her custom. " You will not forget, Miss Jean, what I have said. And as for you, young lady, I hope you will reflect upon your position and take the proper steps to put things right," she said severely. "John, you will give me your KIRSTEEN. 163 arm down-stairs. And see that you are ready, Charlotte, , in a quarter of an hour, when the carriage comes back." With these words the duchess went away. She could not stand against her beautiful daughter and the necessity of the new gown, but she would not sanction in her own person the example of re- bellion and self-assertion. " You will come back for Chatty," she said to her son, relaxing a little when she got outside that home of insubordination. " She is far too free with common people ; and that young woman is a very bold-looking person, and not society for your sister." " She is a very pretty person," said Lord John ; " I could not think where I had seen her before." " Pretty ! with that red hair !" cried his mother, shaking her head as she got into her carriage and drove away. " Now, Kirsteen," cried Lady Chatty, " quick, quick, now that mamma's gone — her bark is a great deal worse than her bite — tell me all about it. They wanted to make you marry old Glen- dochart ? Oh, parents are like that everywhere — they want me, too. And couldn't you just face them and get over them as I do ? Couldn't you just? — Miss Jean, she is crying^ — ^but I meant no harm." "Lady Chatty,'' said Kirsteen, "will you try and get her grace not to write ? If I were ever so willing, my father would never morje let me come back. Oh, if I might just be left alone ! — ^for I cannot tell you everything. My family is not like other families. If I was dying for it they would never more take me home again. Oh, if I might just be let alone !" "I told you. Miss Kirsteen, what would be the end of it," said Miss Jean, " and that you would bring me into trouble too." " Oh, never mind these old people, they are all the same," cried Lady Chatty. "But," she added, "I almost wonder after all, Kir- steen, you did not marry old Glendochart ; he would have freed you from all the rest, and he would have done whatever you pleased. And nobody could have put a question or said a word. So long," said this experienced young lady, looking in Kirsteen's face, " as there was not some one else. Oh, but I see !" she cried, clapping her hands, " there is some one else." " Will your leddyship look at this ? — it is the gauze ye were in- quiring after," said Miss Jean. " I will just put it about you over your shoulder, and you will see the effect. And Miss Kirsteen, who has wonderful taste, will give us her advice. Look now in the cheval glass. What does your ladyship think of that ?" 164 KIRSTEEN. " It's divine," cried Lady Chatty, clapping her hands ; and inter- esting though the other subject was, the new gown and its possi- bilities,, and a delightful discussion as to certain novel efEects, carried the day. Miss Jean threw herself ecstatically into Lady Chatty's devices by way of changing the subject, and, finally, in a whirlwind of questions and suggestions, petitions for Kirsteen's confidence and recommendations of silver trimmings, the visitor was got away at last. Miss Jean, when she was gone, threw the silvery stuff with some impatience upon the floor. " I have humored all her whims just to get you clear of her," she said. " Oh, Miss Kirsteen, did I not tell ye what would happen when you were discovered by your grand friends ?" Curiously enough, however, even to Kirsteen's own mind there was a certain solace in the thought that these very great people, who knew so little about her, thought her of sufficient importance to interfere personally in her affairs. Her trouble and confusion before the duchess's reproof was wonderfully modified by the sooth- ing sense of this distinction. It had been humbling to feel that she had no grand connections, nobody that could interfere. There was consolation in the fulfilment of Miss Jean's prophecy. And it may be imagined what excitement ran through the house from the garret to the basement some days after when the Scotch maid came into the workroom breathless, with the thrilling news that my lord duke was in the parlor waiting to see Miss Douglas. His grace himself ! " Lord bless us !" cried Miss Jean, " ye must go down quick, for a great person's time is precious, and I will come myself just when -I think the interview's over, for no doubt he will want to give his directions to me." All the needles in the workroom stopped with the excitement of this visit, and the boldest held her breath. A duke, no less, to see Miss Carrots, the Scotchy with the red hair ! " But that's how they do, they all hangs to- gether," was the comment afterwards, couched in less perfect lan- guage, perhaps, than the supposed pure English which Kirsteen admired. Kirsteen herself rose, very pale yet very determined, from her seat at the long table, and brushed from her dress the fragments of thread and scraps of silk. She said nothing, but walked away to this alarming interview with her heart thumping in her breast, though externally all seemed calm. Kirsteen had a strong inclination to run away once again and be no more seen, when she reached the parlor door ; and it was chiefly pride that supported her through the ordeal. She went in with mucTi in- JCIRSTEE-NT. 165 ternal trembling, but a pale resolution which no duke nor other potentate could break down. He was standing playing with his eye-glass against the window, blocking out most of the light — a large man enveloped in the huge folds of his neck-cloth, and in layer upon layer of waistcoats, enor- mous at the shoulders but dwindling towards the legs in tight pantaloons. Truth to tell, his grace was more nervous, so far as appearances went, than the little girl whom he had been sent to bring to a sense of her duty. He said, " How d'ye do ?" very cere- moniously, and ofEered her a chair. " You're one of our county neighbors. Miss Douglas, I hear. My land marches with Drum- carro, perhaps you will know. It is on the edge of the old Doug- las country, which, as luck will have it, now chiefly belongs to me, though it is no doing of mine." , " But my father represents the old Douglases, your grace, though we have so little of the land." " It is a long time since," said the duke, "but it is perhaps true ; and you have a right to stand up for your own side. The more reason for the duchess's great concern at finding you here." " I am very well here, my lord duke," said Kirsteen, rigidly ; she had to keep so much control upon herself not to tremble that she had become as stifE as a wooden image, and was well aware of the fact, which did not add to her comfort. " You are not my clanswoman. Miss Douglas," said his grace, using her own expression, " and you know as well as I do I have no power over you. But I think I am perhaps implicated in what has happened from the foolish mistake I made in taking you for the daughter of Glendochart on the occasion when we had the pleasure of seeing you at the Castle. You may have thought from that that he was considered an old man, but he is nothing of the sort. He is younger than I am," said the duke, waving his hand with an air of conscious youth ; " he is a man in the prime of life. As for assuming you to be his daughter, it was only a foolish jest, my dear young lady. For I knew he had no daughter nor child of any kind, being an unmarried man. I hope this explanation will smooth matters," the duke said, with a demonstrative wave of his hand. " Oh, it never was that," cried Kirsteen, " it never was that ! And I have never said a word about Glendochart, nor given that as my reason. I had other reasons," she said. " My dear young lady, however you explain it, it was very fool- 166 ItlfiSTEEN. ish," said his grace, " for all you needed to have done was to have said a word to Glendochart himself. He would never have had pressure put upon you. He is*as true a gentleman as you will find between this and him. He would never have taken a bride by force. A word to him would have been enough." " I know that well," said Kirsteen, " oh, I know that well." She added, " But if it please your grace, I never said it was because of Glendochart. I had — other reasons." " Oh, you had other reasons ?" said the duke, perplexed. " But I hope now that we have talked it over you will see what is suit- able, and just go quietly home." Kirsteen made no reply. 'f I feel convinced," said the duke, " that though you may be a little headstrong, you are not just a rebel, liking your freedom, as the duchess was disposed to think ; and now that I have set it all before you, you will just take your foot in hand, as we say in Scotland, and go cannily home." " I cannot do that, your grace," said Kirsteen. " And why cannot you do that ? You may depend upon it, it is the only right way. ' Children, obey your parents,' is the word of Scripture. You must really go home. Your forebears and mine have known each other when the Douglases were more on a level, per- haps, with my family than they are now, so you see I have a certain right to speak. My dear young lady, you will just come home." " I cannot do that, my lord duke." " Hush, hush, ye will allow I must know better from my posi- tion and all that. Pack up your things, and I will see that you have a postchaise ready and a servant to take care of you. You see we take a great interest in you, both the duchess and myself." " I am much obliged to your grace — and to the duchess — " " Yes, yes ; but that's nothing. I will tell somebody to order the postchaise for you, and you'll find, with a little judgment, that all will go well." He patted her arm softly, stroking her down as if she had been a cat or a child. " Just go cannily home," he said, " that's always the best place for a girl — ^just go cannily l^ome." At this moment Miss Jean, unable to contain herself longer, tapped at the door, and Kirsteen made her escape, leaving these high powers to concert the method of her going — a futile pro- ceeding so long as the will of the proposed traveller remained unchanged. KIRSTEEN. 167 CHAPTEE XXV. In view of this important reservation, the arrangements made and sanctioned by duke and duchess, and feebly but faithfully supported by Miss Jean — who had become fully sensible of the value to herself of Kirsteen's services, yet could not but back up the higher authorities — did not come to very much. Passive re- sistance is a great power, and even when a child says " I will not," it is policy on the part of his superiors to be quite sure of their power either to convince or coerce before entering upon any con- troversy. Kirsteen stood quite firm. " No, my lord duke, I cannot go home," she said, with a courtesy so respectful that his grace could only take refuge in the recollec- tion that she was not his clanswoman. " If ye had been of my name I would not have taken a denial," he said. " And she would have been of your name if she had married Glendochart," cried flie duchess, exasperated. But Earsteen stood firm. She would hear of no postchaise. She did not repeat what had been wrung out of her in the first assault, that her father would never again receive into his house the fugitive who had escaped from it. Kirsteen had been very well aware of this fact, however, from the beginning, and in her soul it supported her, like a rock to which she had set her back. Her own heart might fail. It did fail often when she thought of her mother. ' Sometimes she would start up in the night with a wailing cry for Kirsteen ringing in her ears ; and at these moments it would seem to her that to set out at once with no easements of a postchaise, but on foot like a pilgrim, guilty of treason to the first love of life, was the only thing for her to do. But these com- punctions of affection died away before the recollection of her fa- ther's lowering face and the fire in his fierce eyes. She had known it when she stole forth in the dark that miserable morning, escap- ing from all the limitations of her youthful life. Had there been more time to think, had there not been the terror upon her of his summary and unhesitating tyranny, some other way might have 168 KIRSTEEN. been found. But having once taken such a step Kirsteen knew that no way remained of going back. Like Anne, she would be already swept out of the record of the family. No one would be permitted to name her name. And even her mother, who wanted her most, would weep, and acquiesce, and find comfort in an ad- ditional plaint. Kirsteen was profoundly acquainted with that prosaic course of common life which closes over all events in such a family as her own. It would be like a stone in the water, with ever widening, ever fainter circles ; and then the surface would become smooth again. It had been so in the case of Anne. She remembered well enough the awed and desolate sensation of the moment, the story about the candle dying in the socket, and the cold wind blowing through the house from the open door ; and then a little blank of vacancy, and terror of the forbidden name which would come to their lips unawares ; and then — forgetful- ness. Kirsteen knew that the same process would take place in her own case ; the father's ban — forbidding that she should be called a child of his or her name mentioned in his house, and the mother's sob, but consent. No romantic superstitions about a fa- ther's curse were in Kirsteen's mind. It roused her only to self- assertion, to something of a kindred pride and wrath, and resist- ance; nor did the thought of her mother's acquiescence in the sentence wound her. Poor mother ! The girl was glad to think that there would be no secret struggle in the ailing woman's soul, but only a few tears and all over. Kirsteen had the steadying force of experience to subdue all exaggerated feelings in her own bosom. She knew exactly how it would be. But she knew at the same time that the sentence she had herself called forth was fixed and would not be changed. And to speak the truth Kirsteen felt the activity and occupa- tions of the new life to be much more congenial to her own ener- getic and capable spirit than the dull quiet of the old, in which there was no outlet. That she should be seized with a yearning now and then for the sound of the linn, for the silence of the hills, for the wholesome smell of the peats in the clear blue Highland air, was as natural as that she should hear that wail for Kirsteen in the midst of her "dreams. These longings gradually built up in her mind an ideal picture of the beauty and perfection of nature as embodied in her own glen, such as is a stay and refreshment to many a heart in the midst of alien life — to many a heart which perhaps, in presence of that glen not idealized would be uncon- KtRSTEEJf. 169 scious of any beauty in nature. The glen, and her mother, and little Jeanie — the time would come when she would shower secret gifts and comforts upon all — when they should find out what Kir- steen was by the good things that would come from her — the things soft and lovely and comforting and sweet, which Marg'ret , would convey and the father never find, out. Go back! Oh, no ; / sh«-~w£aild-^iot4f--she___could go back, and she could not if she / would. So what did it matter what duke or duchess might say? The postchaise remained unordered ; the girl courtesied to his grace and her grace, and stood firm. And by and by that power came in which is of such force in all human things. Duchess and duke, and Miss Jean, and even Kirsteen herself, carried on by the tide of daily life with its ever-new occurrences — forgot ; and the little world about settled down calmly as if the present state of afiairs was that which had always been. Some time, however, after these events ' a significant incident occurred in the history of Miss Jean Brown's mantua-making es- tablishment. A carriage, imknown as yet, with liveries and devices . which never had appeared before, appeared in Chapel Street and set down a little party of ladies at Miss Jean's door. She advanced to meet them, as was her wont, to the door of the show-room, with a courtesy which would have done no discredit to a queen's draw- ing-room. But the ladies made a pause, and whispered together, and then the el/iest said, " Oh, it is Miss Douglas we want. • We wish to give our orders to Miss Douglas. We have never been here before. And it is Miss Douglas we want to see." Miss Jean, surprised, indicated Kirsteen, who happened to be in the room, with a wave of her hand, and withdrew a little in digni- fied watchfulness not without a shade of ofience. " Oh, Miss Douglas !" cried the elder lady, while the others flut- tered round, enclosing Kirsteen in the circle. " We wish to have i some things made, my daughters and I. And we were so anxious I to see you. We know all your romantic story ; and though, as the / duchess says, it may not be a very good example, yet we felt we must come at once and patronize you. It is so disinterested of you — and so romantic." " So interesting — like a story out of a novel." i, " So dramatic ! It might go on the stage." ^ Kirsteen stood and listened with a surprised face and an angry heart while these exclamations fluttered round. Four ladies all rust- ling in silks and laces — no doubt likely to be excellent customers. 170 KIKSTEEN. and therefore not to be too much discouraged, but each more ex- , asperating than the other. Dramatic ! On the stage ! Kirsteen had been brought up to believe that the stage was a sort of vesti- bule of a region which the Scotch ministers of her period had no hesitation in naming. All the blood of the Douglases rushed to her cheeks. " I think your ladyships must be deceived," she said ; " we have no romantic stories nor stage plays here." " Oh, you must not think you can escape, you interesting creat- ure ! For it was your friend Lady Charlotte, the great beauty, who told us all about it ; and we all vowed that henceforward no- body should dress us but you." " Lady Chatty is my friend indeed," said Kirsteen, " and she is a bonnie creature ; but what a friend may know is nothing to the world. And I am not the mistress here to undertake your work. Perhaps, Miss Jean, you will tell the ladies whether you can receive their orders or not. They are recommended, it woujd seem," she added, addressing her somewhat mortified and indignant principal over the heads of the new-comers, " by Lady Chatty, who is just full of fancies. And the workroom is very full. But you will know best yourself what you can do." With this Kirsteen withdrew into the farther part of the room, occupying herself again with the box of flowers which had abeady played its part in the beginning of her new life ; and Miss Jean advanced into the middle of the scene. It had never before occurred to that good woman to treat a new customer, arriving in a coroneted carriage with liveries which lighted up the street, with indifference. But she was much mortified and affronted, and read- ily took up the cue. " We are very busy, madam, as this young lady says. I can- not tell whether we can take advantage of your ladyship's favors. We have gowns making for the Queen's Ball more than I re- member for years. There is the duchess herself, and Lady A., and Lady B., and the marchioness, and Miss L., the Maid of Honor, and I cannot tell how many more — all old patronesses of mine," said Miss Jean, with a slight courtesy that emphasized her pause. " But oh, mammy, we can't be sent away ! for I vowed to Lord John I would have a gown," cried one of the young ladies, " from — " she glanced at Kirsteen with a little alarm, then added in a low voice with a little laugh — " la belle couturi'ere." KIKSTEEN. l>Jt " My name is Brown, madam, and not Bell — ye have perhaps made a mistake," said Miss Jean, grimly holding her gi-ound. This the young ladies received with much laughter and fluttering among themselves as an excellent joke ; while their mother, half indignant, half disappointed, eyed Miss Jean as if she would have liked to annihilate with a glance the presumptuous seamstress. But the refusal itself was such a new and startling eJBEect, and the list of fashionable names was so overwhelming, that any humiliation seemed better than failure. And Miss Jean after a while allowed herself to be mollified. Kirsteen on her part left the room, with a little ofEended pride mingled with some mischievous enjoyment. " They shall come to me with petitions, not with orders," she said to herself, " before all's done." Miss Jean kept a grave face for the rest of the day. She had ended by accepting, with apparent reluctance and doubts as to the possibility of executing it, a large commission,, and, entering very readily into her new role, had received the enthusiastic thanks of her new customers for her compliance with their request. Miss Jean had humor enough to be highly tickled by this turning of the tables, as well as practical good sense to see the enormous advan- tage to herself of assuming such a position should she be strong enough to do it. But at the same time it opened up grave questions which completely occupied her mind. Her business had grown into an important one through the best and simplest agency, by means of good work and punctuality, and the other virtues that specially belong to honest trade, and rarely fail of success in the long run. She had that mingling of aristocratic predilections and democratic impulses which belong to her race. An old family which was poor, a gentle lady of what she called real nobility, were always served with her best, and with a delicacy about payment for which nobody gave the old Scotswoman credit ; but a haughty speech would fire her blood and change her aspect even from the most admired and genuine gentility, and a new peeress, much more a city lady, were subjects for lofty politeness and veiled disdain and princely bills. Kirsteen's suggestion had, therefore, fallen into , prepared soil. ' The pride of Marg'ret's sister, though she had I begun her life as a lady's-maid, was scarcely less than that of I Marg'ret's young mistress, who had the blood of all the Douglases/ in her veins. And Miss Jean's keen practical faculty was sharp- ened by much experience, and, in her limited way, by great knowl- edge of the world. She had now a problem before her of more 112 KIRSTEEN. importance than how best to make a skirt fall or a bodice fit, which had been till now the chief problems with which she had troubled herself. She carried a grave countenance and many thoughts with her during the remainder of the day. Kirsteen, who noted this serious aspect with some alarm, made out to herself a little theory, to the eSect that Miss Jean had taken serious offence, and would not suf- fer the presence of an interloper who drew away the attention of her customers from herself — yet she did not fully adopt this either, in consideration of the great generosity towards her and unfailing kindness of Miss Jean. But the evening brought a certain sup- pressed excitement to both. It was a quiet house when all was over in the establishment — ^the workrooms closed and dark, the workwomen all dispersed to their homes or asleep in their gar- rets — in which the mistress of the household and her young guest were alone. They still occupied this relation to each other, Miss Jean treating Kirsteen with great ceremony as an honored stranger, notwithstanding that her distinguished visitor was so condescend- ing as to take part in the conduct of her work. When supper was over Miss Jean drew her chair towards the window, which was open, for the spring by this time was advanced and nearly bursting iiito summer. The window admitted nothing more sweet than the faint and smoky lamplight of the streets into the room, to mingle with that of the candles ; and though Chapel Street was always quiet, there were vague sounds from more distant streets, rolling of coaches and cries of the linkboys, which were scarcely musical. Nevertheless, Miss Jean was able to say that the evening air coming in was sweet. " And that reminds me, Miss Kirsteen," she said, " that ye have been quite a long time in London, three months and more ; and how do you like what you have seen ?" " I like it very well," said Kirsteen. " It is not like the Hie- lands ; there is no comparison to be made. But for a town it is a very good town — better than Glasgow, which is the only other town I ever saw." " Glasgow !" said Miss Jean with disdain ; " Glasgow has no more right to be named with London than the big lamp at Hyde Park Corner, which burns just tuns of oil, with the little cruse in my kitchen. It's one of the points on which the Scots are just very foolish. They will bring forward Edinburgh, or that drookit hole of a Glasgow, as if they were fit to be compared with the real me- KIRSTEEN. 173 tropolis. In some ways the Scots, our countryfolks, have more sense than all the rest of the world, but in others they're just ridiculous. I hope I've sense enough to see both sides, their vir- tues and their faults." Kirsteen did not see how she was involved in this tirade, and ■ consequently made no reply. " But that's not what I was going to say. Miss Kirsteen. You have seen all about us now, both the house and the work and the place. And ye seem to have made up your mind that whatever is said to you, whether by the duchess or the duke or myself, ye will not be persuaded to go home." Kirsteen, still very dubious as to the probable issue of these re- marks, looked in Miss Jean's face with a smile, and shook her head. / " Well, I will not say but what I think you very well able to' manage your own affairs. Miss Kirsteen, that was a very clever thing, ye did to-day." " What was the clever thing ?" asked Kirsteen, surprised. "Just to turn those leddies over in that prideful way to me, as if they wei;e not good enough to trouble our heads about. My word," cried Miss Jean, with a laugh, " but ye made them dight their eyne, if ye will excuse a vulgar phrase. I'm thinking yon's the way to deal with new-comers," she said, after a little pause. " Well," said Kirsteen, " there is nobody so good as youj so far as I can hear, in all London ; and it's a favor ye do them, to keep on and take all the trouble when ye have no need for it." " I would not just say that — that I've no need — ^though I have put something by. And I would not say either that there was no- body so good. I've been good enough in my day, but I'm getting old — or at least older," said Miss Jean. " We're all older to-day than we were yesterday," said Kirsteen, cheerfully. " Ay, but in my case if s more than that. I could never have struck out yon invention of yours for Lady Chatty with the.silver gauze — ^though I saw it was just most beautiful when ye did it. And, what's more, I could never have gotten the better of those leddies like you — I see it all, nobody clearer. Ye're just a gentle- woman, ye see. Miss Kirsteen, and that's above a common person, whatever anybody may say." . " So far as I can see it makes very little difference," said Kir- / steen, contradicting, however, the assurance in her own heart. " It makes a great deal of difference ; it gives a freedom in trea-'j rl'74 KIESTEEN. I irig them that I cannot help feeling are my superiors. Well ; this is just what I have to propose. Ye will not go home whatever any- body, may say. And ye will not mairry, though I hear he's just a very nice gentleman. And ye will get cleverer and cleverer every day, as ye get more knowledge of the world. It's just this, Miss Kirsteen : that you and me, we should enter into partnership and carry on the business together. And I think," said Miss Jean, with modest confidence and a triumphant light in her eyes, " that be- tween us we could just face the world." " Into partnership !" cried Kirsteen in astonishment. "Say nothing hastily, my dear — just go to your bed upon it. And we will not compromise an honored name. We'll say Miss Brown and Miss Kirsteen — the English, who are very slow at the uptake, will think it's your family name, and that will compromise nobody," Miss Jean said. CHAPTER XXVI. It is diflBcult to calculate the exact moment at which it shall be found out by the members of a family that one of them has dis- appeared and gone away. It is easy to account for temporary ab- sence : to think that the missing one has walked out too far, has been detained by some visit, has somehow been withdrawn unex- pectedly, and not by any will of his, from home. Kirsteen did not appear at breakfast ; there were a few questions, " Where is Kir- steen ?" " She will be with my mother." Her mother, on the other hand, was asking Jeanie, who had taken up her breakfast, " Where is Kirsteen ?" " She is gone out for a walk — or some- thing," said Jeanie. It was not till after the second meal, at which there .was no sign of her, that anything like alarm was excited. " Where is Kirsteen ?" her father cried, in what the children called his Bull of Bashan's voice. "I am not my sister's keeper — no doubt she's just away on one of her rovings," said Mary, whose mind, however, by this time was full of curiosity. She had been early struck by the complete disappearance of Kirsteen and every trace of her from about the place. Neither in the glen, nor by the linn, nor in the garden was there any sign of her, no evidence that she had passed by either in parlor or in kitchen. She had not KIKSTEEN. 1V5 been in her mother's room ; Mrs. Douglas had already asked more than a dozen times where Kirsteen was — requiring her for a hundred things. It was only, however, when she found Marg'ret anxiously attempting to do Kirsteen's special business, to pick up the lost stitches in Mrs. Douglas's knitting, to arrange' her pillows and help her to move, that a real suspicion darted through Mary's mind. Could Kirsteen have gone away? And could Marg'ret know of it ? On being interrogated the boys and Jeanie declared that neither on the way to school nor at the merchant's, which they had passed on tbeir return home, had any trace Of her been seen. And Mary thought ' that Marg'ret's eyes were heavy ; that she looked like a person who had been up all night, or who had been crying a great deal ; and observed, which was more Extraordinary stUl, that she alone showed no curiosity about Kirsteen. Had all been natural it was she who would have been most easily alarmed. This acute observation helped Mary to the full truth, or at least to as much of it as it was possible to J5nd out. " Where's Earsteen ?" she said suddenly in Marg'ret's ear, coming down upon her una- wares, after she had left Mrs. Douglas's room. Marg'ret was drying her eyes with her apron, and the sound of a sob, which she had not time to restrain, breathed into the air as Mary came upon her. " Oh, what a start ye gave me !" she an- swered, as soon as she could recover her voice. " Where is Kirsteen ?" said Mary again. " You cannot conceal it from me — where is she, and what have ye done with her ? I r will not tell upon you if yon will explain it to me." " Kirsteen — what is all this stir about Kirsteen ? She will just have gone up the hill or dotvn the linn, or maybe she'll have gone to see her old auntie at the toun." Here Marg'ret betrayed herself by a heave of her solid shoulders that showed she was weeping, though she attempted with a broken laugh to conceal the fact. " It's no so many — diversions — the poor thing has." " You know where she is, Marg'ret — and ye've helped her to get away." " Me !" cried Marg'ret, with convulsive indignation ; then she made a great effort to recover herself. " How should I ken where she is ? Yes, I do that ! she's on her way home, no doubt, over the hillside — or down the loch coming back." " You'll perhaps tell me then what you're greetin' for !" " I have plenty of things to make me greet," Marg'ret said ; then, after a pause, "Who said I was greetin'? I just canna be 176 KIRSTEEN. fashed with endless questions, and the haill family rantin' and ravin'. Ye can go and find your sister for yourself." " And so I will — or at least I'll satisfy myself," said Mary, with a determination which, though mild and quiet, was not less as- sured than the bold resolutions of Kirsteen. She went softly up- stairs and proceeded to visit her sister's room, where her keen perceptions soon showed her a certain amount of disarray. " She cannot have two gowns on her back, both the blue and the brown," said Mary to ierself. " She would never put on her spencer and bonnet to go out on the hillside. She would not have taken that little box with her that she keeps her treasures in and that aye stands by her bedside, had she only gone to see Auntie Eelen. She's just gone away — and there is an end of it." Mary stood reflecting for some time after she came to this decision. It did not distress her for the moment, but lit a spark of invention, a keener light than usual in her mild brown eyes that never had been full of light like Kirsteen's. After a few minutes of con- sideration, she went to her own room and dressed herself carefully to go out — carefully but not too well, not with the spencer, the Sunday garment, which Kirsteen had taken. Mary put on an old cloth pelisse, and a brown bonnet which was not her best. " I am not going on a journey ; I will only be about the doors," she said to herself. Marg'ret was standing outside when she came down-stairs, with a look of anxiety on her face which changed into subdued de- rision when Mary appeared. " Ye'll be going after her ?" she said. " Well I wish ye may find her ; but if she's gane, as ye think, she'll have gotten a long start." " I'm going — to put some things right," said Mary, enigmatically. The consciousness that Marg'ret stood and watched as she went along the road quickened her senses, and confirmed her in her conviction. It was afternoon, and the wintry sun was shining red through a haze of frost out of the western sky. It dazzled her with its long level lines of light as she walked down the road. There would be a moon that night, so that the visitor who was ' expected at Drumcarro would have light enough to ride home by, however late he might be ; yet he was a little late, and Mary was anxious to meet him at some distance from the house. She walked very quickly for about half a mile towards the hamlet, in which the merchant's shop stood surrounded by three or four cot- tages. And then she perceived in the distance riding over the KIRSTEEN. Ill little bridge which crossed the stream, the red light catching the metal buttons of his riding-coat and the silver top of his whip, the trim figure of Glendochart coming towards her. At such a distance his gray hair and the lines of his face were of course quite invisible, and he rode IJke a young man, with all the ad- vantages of good horsemanship and a fi^ue horse to set o£E his well- formed figure. Mary slackened her pace at once. She looked at him with a little sigh. What a happy windfall would that be to one, which to another was a hardship and misfortune 1 She her- self would not have objected at all to Glendochart's age. She would have liked him the better for it, as likely to make a more complaisant husband. However, it was not to her that he had come wooing, but to Kirsteen, with whom he had no chance, so troublesome and contrary were the decisions of fate. Mary gave a sigh to this thought, and turned over in her mind rapidly the purpose with which she had come out and what she was to say. She decided that if Kirsteen came back, which was not probable, she could do no harm by warning Glendochart. It would save him a refusal at least, it would let him know the real state of afEairs. She walked more and more slowly as the horse- man advanced. There was a comer of the road where a project- ing rock formed a sort of angle, shutting out a little the noise of the brawling burn and making a natural halting-place. She con- trived that she should meet the wayfarer here. Glendochart per- ceived her as he came along before they actually met. She appeared just beyond the corner, recognized him, paused a little, and then, waving her hand to him, turned back. Nothing could be more evident than that she had something to say. When he had reached the comer he found her standing, modest and quiet, within the shadow of the rock, "I hope nothing's wrong, Miss Mary, at the house?" he said, hurriedly. " WeU," she said, " that is as may be. I have perhaps done a bold thing, but I was wanting a word with ye, Glendochart, be- fore you go on." " What is the matter ?" he cried with- alarm. He was evidently very unwilling to be detained. "Your father is expecting me. Miss Mary," he said, ." and I hope your sister — " " It is just about Kirsteen, Glendochart, that I wish to speak to you." " What is it ?" he said, " Is she ill — ias anything happened 3" 12 lis KIRSTEKN. " There has just this happened," said Mary. " I would not let ye have a trouble or a shock that I could spare you — Kirsteen has left her home," " Left her home !" His ruddy color disappeared in a moment ; he threw himself ofE his horse. " What do you piean ? I do not understand you !" he cried. " Glendochart," said Mary, seriously, " nobody has told me ; but I don't think you were meaning to make any secret of it, that it was after Kirsteen you were coming ±o our house." The elderly lover colored a little. " I would not hide it from you-rthat was my intention. It was her," he said with a little apol- ogetic wave of his hand, " that I saw first of the family, and upon her I fixed my fancy ; not that all the daughters of Drumcarro were not worthy of every admiration." " Oh, Glendochart, ye need not apologize. Fancy is free, as is well known. I saw it well from the first, for a sister's eyne are quick to observe ; but, if ye will believe me, the one that never noticed was just Kirsteen herself." • " Not possible !" said the wooer, with this time a little flush of offence. " But it is just very possible — her mind was not set on anything of the kind. And it was her opinion that just friendship and kind- ness — for all the family — " "Did she bid ye tell me this?" " No, no — she said nothing, poor thing. If she had but spoken either to me, that could have explained for her, or to you, that would never have forced her — " " Forced her ?" cried the old beau, who had always prided him- self upon the fact that his was neither the form nor the eye "■Vyhich youthful maidens wont to fly." "Well, I. know that!" said Mary with fervor; "and there are few that would have needed any fleeching, if I may say so. But I reckon that she just heard it from my father, very suddenly. My father is a dour man, Glendochart. Whatever ye may have to say he will never hear ye speak. He will listen to the boys — whiles but to us never. Just you must do this, or you must do that, and not a word more." " Drumcarro," said Glendochart, now full of passion, " has done me a cruel wrong in putting my suit before any lady in such a wajr. Your sister was free to have taken it or left it. Miss Mary. KIRSTEEN. 179 Me press a proposition that was not acceptable ! — ^not for all the world !" " I am well aware of that," said Mary with feeling ; " but my father is a dour man, and he would say, < Not a word ! just take the offer and be thankful.'. And, indeed," said Mary, difiBdently, " in most cases there would be little difficulty, but Kirsteen is one that is very much set upon her own way." " She had but to say so," cried the offended suitor ; " I promise she would have had no more trouble with me !" " Oh, Glendochart, do not be angry — I am just sure that he would not let her say a word. She has not been like herself this week past. It has just been on her mind night and day. And at last she has taken a despair, seeing no way of getting out of it — and she has gone away." " I am not in the habit," said Glendochart, " of finding myself a bugbear. I would seem to cut a pretty figure in all this — -a sort of old Eobin Gray," he said with a furious laugh. " I am sure I am obliged to you all ! ' With tears in his e'e, said Jenny, for their sake will ye marry me ?' I beg to say. Miss Mary, that this was not my attitude at all." "Do you need to say that to me, Glendochart?" said Mary, reproachfully. " Oh, no ! nor even to poor Kirsteen either, who would have been fain to hear every word ye had to say — ^for she was very fond of ye, Glendochart." "It is a strange way of showing it," he said, but he was molli- fied in spite of himself. "As we all were. It will be a great heartbreak and a great downfall if ye come no more to the house because of Kirsteen. But she would have been fain, fain to hear whatever ye had to say, if it had not been — " " What hindered her, then ?" he said. " It's no for me to betray her secrets," said Mary, " and indeed she never told them to me, for she was not one that opened her heart. But there is little that can be hidden from a sister's eye. And it was just this — ^there was one before ye, Glendochart. If she had seen you first I am very sure she would never have thought of him — for to my mind there's no more comparison — but, poor thing, she has given her word. Take what you offered her and be manswom to the other lad was all that was before her; and no true to you either, for she would never have dared t6 tell you." Glendochart was still much offended and disturbed. He had 180 KIRSTEEN. fastened his horse to a tree, and was now pacing about the road within the corner of the roCt with mingled rage and pain. But he was moved by the soft voice and pleading accents of the very mild and pleasing intercessor, whose suggestion of her own superior taste was put in with so much gentle insistence. Mary's, eyes, which were cast down when he looked at her, but raised with much meaning to his face when he did not seem to be observing, softened his mood in spite of himself. " If that was the case," he said, " there was perhaps an excuse for her, though when she knew it was so she should not have en- couraged and drawn on — another man." It was Mary's policy to give a very charitable representation of Kirsteen's action, and it was also quite congenial to her feelings, for she was not spiteful nor malicious, notwithstanding that it seemed to be a very sensible thing to turn her sister's failure to her own advantage if that could be done. " Glendochart," she said, " there's some things in which gentle- men never can understand the heart of a girl. She had no thought of encouraging and drawing on. That never came into her head. She liked you well, and she thought no harm in showing it." " Because," cried Glendochart, with mingled offence and emo- tion, " she thought I was an old man, and out of the question ! That is easy to see — " " It was not that," said Mary, softly. " She saw that you were kind to all of us — every one. Perhaps she may have thought that yon had — other intentions. And, oh," said the gentle girl, raising her eyes to his, " it made such a difference to us all ! It's been so lightsome and so heartsome, Glendochart, to see ye always com- ing. There is little diversion at Drumcarro. My father is a very dour man, wrapped up in the boys, and my mother, she is always ailing, poor body ; and we see nobody ; and to have you coming just like sunshine, with a smile to one and a kind word to another, and thinking no shame to be pleasant even to me — ^that ye thought nothing of — or little Jeanie, that is but a bairn." Glendochart was very much touched. He took Mary's hand in both his. " Do not say that I thought nothing of yoil, for that would be far from the case ; and how am I to thank you now for taking so much thought for me ? You have just behaved like an angel so far as I can see, both to me and to her." " Oh, Glendochart, not that ! But just what I could do in the way of kindnpss,'' she said. KIRSTEM. 181 CHAPTER XXVII. The result of this interview was that Glendochart turned and rode home, very full of wrath and disappointment, yet soothed in his amour propre by the kind expedient of the angelic girl, who returned to Drumcarro very demurely with the consciousness that her time and exertions had not been lost. She had indeed decided, perhaps too summarily, that Kirsteen's disappearance was a per- manent one ; but as the day crept on, and there was no appearance of her return, the temporary quahn which had come over Mary's mind dispersed again. She had the satisfaction of seeing that her father was very much disturbed by the non-appearance of Glendoc- hart. He came out of his den from time to time, and took a turn round the house and stood out at the gate straining his eyes along the road. " Is it Kirsteen ye are looking for, father ?" Mary said. Drumcarro asked with a fierce exclamation what he was caring about Kirsteen. Let her go to the devil if she liked. What he was looking for was quite a different person. " But may- be," said Mary, " the other person will not be coming if Kirsteen is not here." Her father asked fiercely what she knew about it. But he was evidently impressed by the remark, for he went up and down the stairs and out to the side of the linn, shouting for Kir- steen in a way that filled all the echoes. " Where is Kirsteen all this day, and why catinot she come when her father is crying on her ? He will just bring down the house," Mrs. Douglas had said, putting her hands upon her ears. " She might maybe have a headache, and be lying down upon her bed," said little Jeanie, to whom a similar experience had once occurred, and who had felt the importance it gave her. The anxieties of the family were soothed by this and other suggestions until the early wintry night fell and it was discovered that nobody had seen her or knew anything about her, Marg'ret in her kitchen had been in an intense suppressed state of excite- ment all day, but it had not been discovered by any one save the astute Mary that she showed no curiosity about Kirsteen, and asked no questions. When it came to be bed-time the whole 182 ElRSTEElf. household *as disturbed. The boys had gone out over the hill, and towards the merchant's along the road to see if any trace could be found of her, while Jeanie stood under the birch-trees — now denuded of all their yellow leaves — outside, looking out through the dark with all that sense of desolation and mystery which is in the idea of night to the mind of a child. Jeanie stood very quiet, crying to herself, but thinking she heard footsteps and all kinds of mysterious movements about her, and fully making up her mind to see Kirsteen carried home, murdered or dead of cold and exposure, or something else that was equally terrible and hope- less ; and though she would have been overjoyed, yet she would also have been a little disappointed, had she seen Kirsteen vf alk in with no harm or injury, which was also more or less the frame of mind of Jock and Jamie, who fully expected to stumble over their sister among the withered bracken, or to see her lying by the side of the road. There was, however, a moment of mute despair when they all came back and looked at each other for an explanation of the mys- •tery. Then the children burst out crying one after the other, the boys resisting the impulse till nature was too strong for them, and producing a louder and more abrupt explosion from the fact of the attempted restraint. Their father stood looking round upon them all, his fierce eyes blazing, looking for some way of venting the rage that was in him. The lass disappeared, confound her ! And Glendochart drawing back, the devil flee away with him ! Drum- carro was indeed in evil case. When Jock, who was the last to give way, burst out without a moment's notice into a violent boo- hoo, his father caught him suddenly a box on the ear which sent him spinning across the room. " Haud your confounded tongue, can't ye — and no wake your mother." " Eh, my poor laddie ! Ye need not punish him for me, for here I am, and what is the matter with everybody ?" said the weak voice of Mrs. Douglas at the door. She had been left alone during all this excitement, and her repeated calls had brought nobody. So that, querulous, displeased, and full of complaining, unable to bear the silence and the want of infor- mation, the poor soul had wrapped herself in the first garments she could find and tottered down-stairs. She appeared a curious mass of red flannel, chintz, and tartan, one wrapped over the other. " What is the matter ?" she said, looking eagerly round upon the troubled family. " Oh, mother," cried little Jeanie, weeping, run- ning to her and hiding her face and her tears in one of these con- KIRSTBEN. 183 fused wrappings. "Kirsteen has gone away. She's run away," said Jeanie, afraid not to be believed-^and then the commotion was increased by a wail from the mother, who sank in a state of collapse into her large chair, and by the rush of Marg'ret from the kitchen, who, perceiving what had happened, flew to give tlie neces= sary help. " Could you not all hold your tongues, and let het get her night's rest in peace ?" Marg'ret cried. The scene was disinal enough, and yet had thus a rude comedy mingled with its real pain. Drumcarro stalked away when this climax of confusion was reached. " I was a fool ever to mind one of them," he said. " Ye little whinging deevil, get out o' my way. You're no better than a lassie yourself." Mary had done her best to save the story from becoming public by warning the expectant suitor, who on his side had thought him- self safely out of the ridicule of it by his quick withdrawal. But the voices of the servants and the children were not to be silenced. " Have ye heard the news ?" said Duncan, the carter, at the toll-bar. " The maiater up at the house is neither to hand nor to bind. Our Kirsteen has ta'en her fit in her hand and run away, the Lord kens where, for fear he would mairry her against her will to auld Glen- dochart." " Eh, do ye ken what's happened ?" said Marg'ret's help in the kitchen, as soon as she could find an excuse to run to the merchant's. " Miss Kirsteen, she's aff to the ends of the earth, and the mistress near deed with trouble, and Marg'^ret raging just like a sauvage beast." The boys whispered it to their mates at school with a certain sense of distinction, as of people to whom something out of the common had happened, and Jeanie, who had no one else to communicate the wonderful fact to, told the little girl that brought the letters, by whom it was published far and near. Miss Eelen heard it the next morning by means of Jock, who rode the pony over almost before daylight to inquire if his sister had been seen there. " Indeed, she might have been too proud to have had the offer of Glendochart," the old lady said. "He should just take Mary instead." "He will maybe think that's not the same thing," said Mr. Pyper, the minister, who went over to the town in his gig soon alter about some Presby- tery business, and to hear what people were saying. "Well it will be very near the same thing," Miss Eelen said. This was how it had come to the ears of the duke and duchess and all the best society in the country, who were immensely enter- tained, and told a hundred stories about the gallant wooer whose 184 KlRSTEEN. attempt at courtship had been so disastrous. He went away him- self the next day, sending a letter to Drumcarro to say that he had heard that his suit was disagreeable to the young lady, and that nothing c'ould induce him to press it after he knew this fact ; but that he hoped on his return to pay his respects to Mrs. Douglas and the young ladies. Drumcarro was not to be spoken to by any member of his family after this happened for several days. Had he met with the gallant old gentleman who had thus, in his own opinion, retired so gracefully, it is to be feared the trim Glendoc- hart might have found his martial science of but little avail against " the auld slave-driver's " brutal energy and strength. But after a while Mr. Douglas calmed down. He flung Kirsteen's little pos- sessions out of doors, and swore with many oaths that whoever named that hizzy's name again should leave his house on the mo- ment. But when Glendochart, coming back in the spring, came out formally to pay a visit at Drumcarro, bringing boxes of French chocolate and other tokens of his residence abroad, the laird, though he gave him the briefest salutation, did not knock him down, which was what the family feared. And by dint of a diplomacy which would have done credit to any ambassador, Mary continued so to close her mother's mouth that no reference should be made to the past. Mrs. Douglas was too much afraid of her husband to intro- duce Kirsteen's name, but she was ready with a hundred little allusions. " Ah, Glendochart, when ye were here last ! That was before our last misfortune. I will never be so well again as I was in those days, when I had one by me that never forgot her mother.'' She would have sympathized with him and claimed his sympathy in this furtive way from the moment of his arrival. But Mary had taken by this time very much the upper hand, and brought her mother into great subjection. " Ye will just drive him away if ye say a word." "I am sure," Mrs. Douglas said, weeping, "her name never crosses my lips." " But what does that matter when you are just full of allusions and talk of her that's away." " Alas ! there is another that I might be meaning," said the poor mother ; " two of them, bonnie lasses as ever lived, and one with weans of her own that I will never see." " Oh, mother, why should ye make such a work about them that never think of you? They would have bided at home if their hearts had been here. But it's a grand thing for the boys and Jeanie," said the astute elder sister, " that Glendochart should come back. It sets us right with the world, and see the things he's always bringing them." " Mainy KIKSTEEN. 185 sweeties are not good for children, though thae chocolate ones are maybe wholesome enough^*' said Mrs. Douglas. " And what does he ever do for them but bring them sweeties ?" ^ " Mother, it's just education for them to hear such a man speak," cried Mary, which silenced Mrs. Douglas at the end. Mary apparently felt the full force of what she said. She lis- tened to him devoutly ; she persuaded him to talk with little mur- murs of pleasure. " Eh, it's just as good as a book to hear ye, Glendochart" — and other such ascriptions of praise. Few men are quite superior to this kind of flattery, and one who has been slighted in another quarter, and has felt the absence of any just appreciation of his deserts, is more than usually open to it. Glen- dochart fell into his old habit of frequent visits to Drumcarro, and he was pleased by the universal interest in him-p-the delight of the young ones, and the gentle devotion of Mary. A soft regret, a tender respect was in her tone. The only time in which she evfer displayed a consciousness of the past was when she thanked him with almost tears in her eyes for coming, " which we could nevfer have expected." It was not, however, until a day in spring, in the month of April, when the beauty of the country was awakening, that the old gentleman was completely subjugated. The linn was subdued from the volume of its wintry torrent, but was roaring over the rocks still with the fulness of spring showers one bright afternoon when he met Mary on the road taking a walk, as she said. They returned, without any intention passing the house and continuing their walk unconsciously, drawn on by the tumult of the stream. Glendochart stood at the head of the little glen, and looked down the ravine with many thoughts. Mary had drawn aside from its edge. " I cannot go down that dreadful way. It makes me giddy," said Mary. " I never liked that steep bank ; the others run up and down just like goats — but not me ! If ye will excuse my weakness, Glendochart, and go a little roufid by the road, we'll come out at the foot just the same." , Now it had been with a rush of recollection that Glendochart had come to the linn-side. He remembered well how Kirsteen had rushed on before him as airy as a feather, trying the stones with her light weight, to find which was most steady, like a bird alighting upon them, putting out h^r hand to help him — she, the young lady who ought to have been indebted to him for help. And he remembered the slip he had made and his fall, and the tremble in her voice which he had feared meant laughter, and the 186 ElKSTBEIf. effort he had made to look as if a tumble on the wet sod was noth- ing, a thing he did not mind. Mary had far more sense to go round by the road. He felt himself in so much better a position agreeing with her. that it was too steep for a lady, and gallantly guiding her round the safer way. It was a soft evening, with no wind, and a delightful spring sky full of brightness and hope. In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love, and the fancy of an old young gentleman who has been led to think of these matters and then has been cruelly disappointed is, if anything,' more easily awakened. Glendochart gave Mary his arm to help her along the gentler round of the road, and his mouth was opened and he spoke. " Miss Mary," he said, " ye were very kind a few months back in a matter which we need not now enter into. I can never cease to be grateful to you for the warning ye gave me. And ye have been more than kind since I came home. It has been a great pleasure to come to Drumcarro, though I did it at first mostly out of a sense of duty. But to see you gave it a charm." " Oh, Glendochart, you are very kind to say so," said Mary. " We just all of us have a debt to you that we can never repay." " Not a word about debt, or I would soon be on the wrong side of the balance. It has been a great part of the pleasure of my life to come — ^but now I will have to be thinking whether I should come again." " Oh, Glendochart ! and wherefore so ?" cried Mary, with alarm in her eyes. " My dear young lady," said the Highland gentleman, " I am getting an old man — I was mangrown (and perhaps a trifle more) before ye were born." She had said " Oh, no !" softly while he was speaking, with a gentle pressure upon his arm — and now when he paused she lifted her dove's eyes and said, " What does that matter ?" in tones as soft as the wood-pigeons coo. " You must understand me," he said, " which I am' afraid was more than your sister, poor thing, ever did — I have been experi- encing a great change of feeling. She was a bright young creat- ure, full of pretty ways — and I was just beguiled — the like of that may blind a man for a, time, but when his eyes are opened to the knowledge of a more excellent way — that he had not observed be- fore^" " It is true," said Mary, in a faltering voice ; "my poor Kirsteen KIRSTEEN. 187, had a great deal of the child in her. And it would not be my part to be affronted if ye had seen another that was maybe better adapted to make you happy. Oh, no ! it would be ill my part — though I might regret." " Ye have no guess," said Glendochart with a tender totich of the hand that clung to his arm, " who that other is, who is the only person I will ever think df ?" "No," said Mary, with 'a sigh. "I'm not sure that I want to hear — but that's a poor sentiment and it shall not be encouraged by me. On the contrary it will not be my fault if that lady — who will have a happy lot, I am sure; — does.not find kind friends here." " If she does not it will be most unnatural," said Glendochart, " for the person I am meaning is just yourself and no other. And if ye think she will have a happy lot — my dear, take it — for it will never be offered to any woman but you." " Oh, Glendochart !" said Mary, casting down her eyes. It was very different from his wooing of Kirsteen, and in many ways much more satisfactory — for far from running away in horror of his suit, which is a thing to pique the pride of any man, Mary was unf eignedly proud of having won the prize- which she had at once felt, failing Kirsteen, it would be a good thing to keep in the family. She saved her old lover every trouble. She would not have him go to her father, which was what he proposed with- great , spirit to do at once. " No," she said, " it is me that must tell him. My father is a strange man; he is little used to the like of you; but I know all his ways. And I will tell him ; for ye must mind, Glendochart, if ye mairry me that I will not have ye taigled with all my family. The boys and little Jeanie now and then if ye please for a short visit, or my mother for a change of air, but just at your pleasure, and not like a thing you're obliged to do. I will take that into my own hand. Ye can leave it all to me." Glendochart rode away that night with great satisfaction in his mind. He felt that he had wiped out his reproach ; after having failed to marry Kirsteen it was a necessity to vindicate himself by marrying somebody — and he particularly felt (after the consola- tion that had been drawn hoj» Mary's gentle speeches and ways) that to marry out of this very house where he had been slighted would be the most complete vindication. And he was delighted, with his second choice ; her good taste, her good sense, her clear perception of all that was necessary filled him with satisfaction and content. He rede away with something of the ardor of a young 188 KIRSTEEN. man joined to tJie more reasonable satisfaction of an old one) in the consciousness of having secured the most devoted of house- keepers, a lady who would "look well at his table -head," who would take care of his interests, and would not even allow him to be taigled with her family. He kissed his hand to his bonnie Mary, and his soul was filled with delightful anticipations. There was no doubt she was a bonnie creature,*ar more correct and sat- isfactory than that gilpie Kirsteen with Ker red hair. Glendochart was thus guilty of the vulgar unfaithfulness of disparaging his own ideal — but it is a sin less heinous in an old lover than in a young one — for how many ideals must not the old gentleman have lived through ? Mary walked in straight to her father's door — who took as little notice of Glendochart as possible in these days. He was sitting with a map of the old Douglas property before him, painfully ruminating whether he could anyhow squeeze out of the family living enough to buy a corner of land that was in the market ; and wondering, with a sort of forlorn fury, whether Sandy, or even Sandy's son, might be able to gather all that land back again to the Douglas name. ' This was his ideal ; all others, such as love, or afEection, or the ties of human fellowship, having died out of his mind long ago, if they had ever occupied any place there. He looked up angrily as Mary came in. What could she want, the useless woman-creature that was good for nothing, never could bring a penny into the house, but only take out of it as long as she should live ? " Well ! what are you wanting now ?" he said sharply. " I am wanting to speak to you," Mary said. " A fool would understand that, since ye've come here ; which is a place where there's no room for weemen. Speak out what you've got to say, and leave me quiet, which is all I desire from ye." " I am afraid," said Mary, sweetly, " that I will have to give ye a little trouble, father ; though it will save you a good deal of fash later." " Give me trouble is what you do night and day. Save me fash is what I've never known." • " It will be so now," said Mary, " for to provide for your daugh- ters would be a great fash to you, and one that would go sore against the grain. So you should be glad, father, however little ye think of us, when we can provide for ourselves." " How are ye going to do that 3" said Drumcarro derisively. KIKSTEEN. • 189 " No man will have ye. I'm sick of the very name of ye," he said ; " I wish there was not a woman in the house." "Well," said Mary, with imperturbable good temper, "ye will soon be quit of one. For I'm going- to be marriet, and I've come to tell you." " To be marriet! I don't believe it ; there's no man will look at ye," said the indignant father. " It is true we never see any men," said Mary ; " but one is enough, when ye can make up your mind to him. Father, we would like to name an early day, seeing that he has been disap- pointed already, and that there is no time to lose. It is Glen- dochart I am intending to marry," she said, demurely, looking him in the face. " Glendochart !" — he got up from his chair and swore a large, round oath. " That hizzy's leavings !" he said. " Have ye no pride ?" " I will have a great deal of pride when I'm settled in my own house," replied Mary. "He will be here to-morrow to settle everything ; but I thought I would just tell you to-night. And I hope, father," she added with great gravity, " that seeing I'm here to protect him, you will keep a civil tongue in your head." CHAPTER XXVIII. These events were communicated by letter to the members of the firm of Misses Brown & Kirsteen, Dressmakers to her Maj- esty, -Chapel Street, Mayfair. The medium of communication was Marg'ret, whose letters to her sister had become, to the vast enlightenment of the only member of the Drumcarro household who was qualified to collect circumstantial evidence, suspiciously fre- quent. Mary, it may be supposed, had not much time to give to correspondence while the facts lately recorded were going on ; but when all was settled she slipped into Marg'ret's hand a letter con- taining the important news. " I am not asking where she is^I am thinking that through your sister, Miss Jean, in London, ye might possibly find a means of getting it to Kirsteen's hand." " It's an awfu' expense for postage, and a double letter. I will just be ruined," said Marg'ret ; " and my sister Jean might not ken ianything about the address," 190 KIRSTEBN. " You could always try," said Mary, derisively. ' " That's true, I might try — for she's a very knowledgeable per- son, my sister Jean ; but that will make a double letter — and how is the like of me to get a frank or any easement?" " I -will ask Glendochart — for he has plenty of friends in the Parliament houses." " I will have none from Glendochart ! The Lord be praised, I have still a shilling in my pouch to ware upon my friends." " Ye are just a jealous woman for your friends," said Mary, with a laugh of triumph. " Maybe I am that, and maybe I am not. I would neither wile away my sister's jo, nor take' what anither's left," cried Marg'ret .'with unreasonable indigqation. But Mary turned away -with a demure smile. She had no such ridiculous prejudices. And per- haps it will' be best to give iu full her letter to Kirsteen, explain- ing how everything came about : "Dear Christina, — I am writing you a letter on the risk of perhaps not find- ing you ; but I have the less fear of that that I iave always been conscioiis Marg'ret Brown knew very well at the time where you were to be found. And the letters she gets and sends away have just been ridiculous. I would say one in a fortnight, never less. It stands to reason that it would not be her sister Jean she was writing to so often. So I made sure you were for something in it. And therefore it is with no little confidence that I send this. If ye do not re- ceive it, you will not be able to blame me, for I will have done everything I could. " And I have a great deal to tell you, and in particular about Mr. Henry Campbell, of Glendochart, who was abroad for his health in the beginning of the year, and afterwards took up his old practice of visiting at Drumcarro, which was, you know, very well liked by every person ; for he was very kind to the children, and brought them beautiful boxes of fine sweeties made of chocolate from Paris, which they consumed from morning till night, my mother being al- ways afraid it would put their stomachs out of order ; but no harm followed. Now you know, Christina, that in former times when you were at home it was commonly believed by all the family that Glendochart was coming for you. But it would appear that this had been a mistake. Perhaps it was that his fancy was not fixed then between us two, being sisters and about the same age which I am told is a thing that sometimes happens. But anyhow, the other day, him and me being on the road down to the linn — not that awful steep road that you were always trying to break your own neck and other folks' upon, but the road round that goes by the side of the hill — he began to talk to me very seriously and to say that he had long been thinking upon a person that would make him a good wife. And I said— that he might see there was no ill-will or disappoint- ment — that I was sure she would be a happy woman, and that she would al- ways find friends at Drumcarro. And on this he took courage and told me he hoped so, for it was just Me that was the person, and that the offer he made KIRSTEEN. 191 me was one that he would not make to any other woman, I waa very much surprised, thinking always that it had been You — but you being gone, and there being no possibility in that quarter, and being always very favorable to Glen- dochart myself and sure he would make a very good man — besides that it would be real good for my mother to get a change of air from time to time, and that it is better to be a married woman in your own good house than a lass at home with nothing but what her father will lay out upon her (and you know how lit- tle that is), or even an Old Maid like Auntie Eelen, though in many ways she is very comfortable. But taking all things into consideration, I just thought I would take Glendochart, who is a very creditable person in every way, and a. fine figure of a man ; though not so very young. And I hope you will have no feeling upon the subject as if I did wrong to take what they call my sister's leavings, and other coarse things of that kind. For, of course, if you had wanted him you would have taken him when you had the offer, and it can do you no harm that another should have him when you would not have him your- self. " So, after all, dear Christina, this is just to tell you that on the 1st of June we are to be married by Mr. Pyper at Drumcarro. I will wear a habit which it was my desire should be of green cloth, with a little gold lace ; but they all rose against me, saying there was an old rhyme to the effect that — ' The bride that is married in green Her sorrow will soon be seen' — so I yielded about that, and it is to be French gray, with a little silver upon the coat-tails and the cuffs and pockets, and a gray hat with a silver band and a gray veil ; which will be very pretty and useful too, for gray does not show the dust as red would have done, which was what my mother wanted, being the fashion in her time. We will stay quietly for a week or two at our own house of Glendochart, and then he has promised that he will take me to Londod. I hope you will let me know by Marg'ret where I can find you, and I will dome and see you. Perhaps in the changed circumstances you would rather not see Henry, though he has a most kindly feeling, and would never think of being guided by my father's ban, which you might be sure would be placed upon you. Neither would I ever give in to it, especially as a married woman, owing no duty but to her husband, and him a, real enlightened man. So there would be no difference made either by me or him, but very glad to see you, either in the place where you are, or at Glendochart, or wherever we might be. If I don't hear anything more particular I will come to Miss Jean Brown's when I get to Lon- don, in hopes that she will tell me where to find you, especially as I cannot be in London without taking the opportunity to get a new gown, or perhaps two, and I hear she is very much patronized by the first people, and in a very good posi- tion as a mantua-maker. " Now, dear Christina, I hope you will send me a word by Marg'ret about your address ; but, anyway, I will come to Miss Brown's and find you out, and in the meantime I am very glad to have had the opportunity of letting you know all our news, and I remain " Your affectionate sister. " Mart Dougias, " f ,S. — My mother keeps jnst in her ordinary." 192 KIRSTEEN. This letter was given to Kirsteen out.of the cover which Miss Jean opened with great precaution, on account of the writing that was always to be found on the very edge of the paper where the letter was folded and under the seal.^ Miss Jean shook her head while she did so, and said aloud that Marg'ret was very wasteful, and wliat was the good of so many letters. " For, after all," she said, " news will keep ; and so long as we know that we are both well, what is the object in writing so often 1 I got a letter, it's not yet three weeks ago, and here's another. But one thing is clear, it's not for me she writes them, and we must just try to get her a few franks and save her siller." But she gave what she called a skreigh as soon as she had read half a page. " It's your sister that's going to be married ?" That was indeed a piece of news that warranted the sending of a letter. Kirsteen read hers with a bright color and sparkling eyes. She was angry, which was highly un- reasonable, though I have remarked it in women before. She felt it to be an offence that Glendochart had been able to console him- self so soon. And she was specially exasperated to think that it was upon Mary his choice had fallen. Mary ! to like her as well as me ! Kirsteen breathed to herself, feeling, perhaps, that her in- timate knowledge of her sister's character did not increase her respect for Mary. " Having known me, to decline on a range of lower feelings." These words were not written then, nor probably had they been written, would they have reached Kirsteen, but she fully entered into the spirit of them. Mary ! when it was me he wanted ! She did not like the idea at all. " Yes," she said, sedately, " so it appears ;" but her breathing was a little quickened, and there was no pleasure in her tone. " And is your sister so like you ?" said Miss Jean. " She is not like me at all," said Kirsteen. " She is bro-wn-haired and has little color, and very smooth and soft in all her ways." Kirsteen drew a long breath, and the words that she had spoken reminded her of other words. She thought to herself, but did not say it, " Now Jacob was a smooth man.'' And then poor Kirsteen flameci with a violent blush, and said to herself, " What a bad girl I am! Mary has never been false or unkind to me — and why should not she take Glendochart when I would not take him? And why should the poor man never have anybody to care for him because once he cared for the like of me ?" Miss Jean did not, of course, hear this, but she saw that some- thing was passing in Kirsteen's mind that was more than she chpse KIBSTEEN. 193 to pay. And, like a kind woman, she went on talking in order that the balance might come right in the mind of her young companion. " They Tfill be Coming to London," she said, " just when the town is very throng — and that is real confusing to folk from the coun- try. If it will be pleasing to you, Miss Kirsteen, I will ask them to their dinner ; that is, if they will not think it a great presump- tion in the like of me." To tell the truth, Kirsteen herself felt that Marg'ret's sister was not exactly the person to entertain Glendochart and Mary, who were both of the best blood in the country ; but she was too courteous to say this. " It would be very kind of you. Miss Jean," she said, " but I am not sure that it would be pleasing to me. Per- haps it would be better to let them just take their own gait and never to mind." " I have remarked," said Miss Jean, " in my long experience that a quiet gentleman from the country, when he comes up to London with his new-married wife, has often very few ideas about where he is to take her to. He thinks that he will be asked to his dinner by the chief of his name, and that auld friends will just make it a point to be very ceevil. And so they would perhaps at a iquiet time ; but when the town is so throng, and people's minds fixed on what will be the next news of the war, and everybody taken up with themselves, it is not so easy to mind upon country friends. And I have seen them that come to London with very high notions just extremely well pleased to come for an evening to a country- woman, even when she was only a mantua-maker. But it shall be just whatever way you like, and you know what my company is and who I would ask." " Oh, it is not for that !" cried Kirsteen. By this time she knew very well what Miss Jean's company was. There was an old Mrs. / Gordon, who had very high connections and " called cousins " with \ a great many fine people, and had a son with Lord Wellington's / army, but who was very poor and very glad to be received as an honored guest in Miss Jean's comfortable house. And there was the minister of the Scots church in the city, who announced to everybody on all occasions that there was nobody he had a higher respect for than Miss Jean, and that her name was well known in connection with all the Caledonian charities in London. And there was Miss Jean's silk-mercer, to whom she gave her large and valuable custom, and who was in consequence Miss Jean's very humble servant, and always happy to carve the turkey or help the 13 194 KIRSTEEN. beef at her table, and act as " landlord " to her guests — which was how she expressed it. He had a very- quiet little wife who did not cbiint. And there was a well-known doctor who was one of the community of the Scots kirk, and often called on Sabbath morning to take Miss Jean to Swallow Street in his carriage. Be- sides these persons, who were her habitual society, there was a floating element of Scotch ladies who were governesses or house- keepers in great families, and who had occasion to know Miss Jean through bringing messages to her from their ladies and being recognized as countrywomen. It was a very strongly Scots society in the middle of Mayfair, very racy of Scotch soil, and full of Scotch ideas, though living exclusively in London. It had been a little humiliating to Kirsteen herself to meet them, with the strong conviction she had in her mind that she herself, with her good blood, must be very much above this little assembly. But she had been obliged to confess that they had all been very agreeable, and old Mrs. Gordon had quoted her fine relations to so much purpose that Kirsteen had been much ashamed of her instinctive resistance and foregone conclusion. All the same, she did not think Glen- dochart would be elated by such an invitation, or that he would consider it a privilege to introduce his wife to the circle at Chapel Street. His wife ! She thought with a momentary thrill that she might have been that important personage, ordering new gowns from Miss Jean instead of sewing under her, driving about in a handsome carriage and doing just what she pleased, with an ador- ing slave in attendance. And that he should have taken Mary in her place ! And that Mary should possess all that had been in- tended for Kirsteen ! She thought she could see the quiet triumph that would be in her sister's eyes, and the way in which she would parade her satisfaction. And wherefore not? Kirsteen said to her- self. Since she had paid the price, why should she not have the satisfaction ? But it cost Kirsteen an efEort to come to this Christian state of mind — and she did not reply to Mary's letter. For, indeed, she was not at all a perfect young woman, but full of- lively and impatient feelings, and irritability and self-opinion — as belonged to her race. KIRSTEEN. 195 CHAPTER XXIX. London was more than throng when Glendochart and his young wife arrived. It was mad with joy over the great battle of Water- loo, which had just been fought, and the triumph of the British arms, and the end of the war which nobody had been sure might not be another long war like that of the Peninsula. When the pair from the Highlands reached town, travelling in the coach, for Mary thought a postchaise an unnecessary expense, they met, a short distance from London, the coach which carried the news all decorated with laurels, the conductor performing triumphant tunes upon his horn, the passengers half -crazy with shouting, and feeling themselves somehow a part of the victory, if not the first cause, flinging ilewspapers into passing carriages, aind meeting every wayfarer with a chorus only half intelligible about the Great and Glorious Victory. The bride was much excited by these an- nouncements. She concluded that now there would be nothing but balls and parties in London, and that Glendochart would re- ceive sheaves of invitations from all quarters ; and finally that it was quite essential she should go at once to Miss Jean Brown's, not only to ask after Kirsteen, but to get herself one or two gowns that should be in the height of the fashion and fit to appear at the dinner -tabje of the duke and duchess, who she made no doubt would make haste to invite so important a member of the clan. " That will no doubt be the first place we will go to," she said to her husband. "Oh, yes, my dear; if his grace thinks about it I have no doubt he will mention it to the duchess, and if they should happen to have a free day — " " Is that all you say, Glendochart, and me a bride ?" cried Mary. But the old bridegroom, who was more or less a man of the world, would not promise more. And he was as much excited by the news as any one, and from the mo- ment when he could seize one of the papers that were flying about, and read for himself the brief despatch from the field of battle, there was nothing else to be got from him. There was another old soldier in the coach, apd the two began to reckon up the regi- ments that had been engaged and to discuss the names of the offi- 196 KIRSTEEN. cers, and to speculate on the results of this great and decisive victory, and whether Boney would ever hold up his head again. Mary felt almost deserted as she sat back in her corner and found all the caresses and whispers of the earlier journey stopped by this sudden excitement. She did not herself care very much for the victory, nor understand it, though she was glad it was a victory. She was half glad also, and half sorry,- that i(one of the boys were with Lord Wellington — sorry that she was deprived of the conse- quence of having a brother with the army, yet glad that she was thus free of the sad possibility of being plunged into mourning before her honeymoon was over. But when these thoughts had passed through her mind, Mary turned to her own concerns, which were more interesting than any public matters. Flags were flying everywhere as they drove through the streets, and a grand tumult of rejoicing going on. The very sound of it was exhilarating, the great placards that were up everywhere with the news, the throngs at every corner, the news-vendors who were shouting at the top of their voices imaginary additions to the despatches and further details of the victory, the improvised illuminations in many windows, a candle stuck in each pane after the fashion of the time, that to a stranger from the Country had a fine effect seen through the smoky haze of the Lon- don streets, which even in June and at the beginning of the century was sufiiciently apparent to rural perceptions. Mary was not car- ried away by this fervor of popular sentiment as her old husband was, who was ready to shout for Wellington and the army on the smallest provocation, but she was agreeably stimulated in her own thoughts. She already saw herself at the grand dinners which would be given in celebration of the event in the duke's great mansion in Portman Square — not placed perhaps by his side, as would in other circumstances have been her right as a bride, but yet not far off, in the midst of the lords and ladies ; or perhaps his grace, who was known to be punctilious, would give her her right, whoever was there, were it even a princess of the blood, and she would have the pride and the felicity of looking down upon half the nobility seated below her at the feast. The chief of Glen- dochart's name could scarcely do less to one of the Douglases en- tering his clan at such a moment. Mary lay back in her corner, her mind floating away on a private strain of beatific anticipation, while Glendochart hung half out of the window in his excitement, cheer- ing and asking questions. She imagined the princess of the blood. KIRSTEEN. I 197 who no doubt would be present, asking of the duke who the young lady was in her bridal dress who occupied the place of honor, and hearing that she was one of the Douglases, just entered into his grace's connection by her marriage with Glendochart, the princess then (she almost saw it !) would request to have the bride presented to her, and would ask that the duchess should bring her one day to Windsor, perhaps to be presented to Queen Charlotte, or to Hamp- ton Court or some other of the royal palaces. Mary's heart beat high with this supposition, which seemed more or less a direct con- sequence of Waterloo, as much so as Boney's downfall, and much more satisfactory than that probable event. When they arrived in the city where the coaches from the north stopped, and she had to get out, somewhat dazed by all the tumult round her, and the crowd, and the struggle for baggage, and the absence of any coherent guidance through that chaos of shouting men and stamping horses, and coaches coming and going, and everywhere the shouts of the great and glorious victory, Mary was in the act of receiving a pressing invitation from the princess to pass a week with her and meet all the first people in London. She was half annoyed to be disturbed in the midst of these delight- ful visions, but comforted herself with the thought that it was but a pleasure deferred. And it may be imagined that with all this in her mind it became more than ever important to Mary to make an early call upon Miss Jean and provide herself as rapidly as possible with a dress that was fit to be worn among such fine company. The riding-habit which she had worn at her marriage, though exceedingly fine and becoming, was not a garment in which she could appear at the dinner-table in Portman Square. There are some rare geniuses who have an intuitive knowledge of what is finest and best with- out having learned it, and in respect to society and dress and the details of high life Mary was one of these gifted persons. Her habit had been very highly thought of in the country. It was a costume, many rustic persons supposed, in which it would be pos- sible to approach the presence of Queen Charlotte herself. But Mary knew by intuition just how far this was possible. And she knew that for the duke's table a white gown was indispensable in which to play her part as a bride ; therefore, as there was no say- ing at what moment the invitation might arrive, nor how soon the dinner might take place, she considered it expedient to carry out her intention at once. Happily Glendochart next morning was 198 KIRSTEEN. still a little crazy about the victory, and anxious to go down to the Horse Guards to make inquiries, if she would excuse him, as he said apologetically. Mary did so with the best grace in the woi^ld. " And while you are asking about your old friends," she said, " I will just go and see if I can find out anything about my poor sis- ter — " " That is just a most kind thing to do, and exactly what I w^uld have expected from you, my dear," said Glendochart, grate- ful to his young wife for allowing him so much liberty. And he hastened to secure a glass coach for her in which she could drive to Miss Jean, and "see all the London perlies," as he said, on the way.' It was not a very splendid vehicle to drive up to Miss Jean's door, where the carriages of the nobility appeared every day, but Mrs. Mary felt herself the admired of all beholders as she drove along the streets, well set up in the middle of the seat as if she had been the queen. Her heart beat a little when she reached the house, with mingled alarm as to Kirsteen's reception of her and pride in lier own superior standing, far above any unmarried per- son, as Mrs. Campbell of Glendochart. The name did not indeed impress the maid who received her, and who asked twice what it was, begging pardon for not catching it the first time, and suggest- ing " Lady Campbell of — ?" " Mistress Campbell," said Mary. She felt even in that moment a little taken down. It was as if the maid was accustomed to nothing less than my lady. She was so agitated that she did not perceive the name of Miss Kirsteen in connection with that of Miss Brown upon the brass plate of the door. She had, however, quite recovered herself before Kirsteen ap- peared in the showroom to answer the summons, and advanced, rustling in all her new ribbons, to meet her sister. " Oh, Kirsteen, is that you? Oh, are you really here? I thought I could not be deceived about Miss Jean harboring ye and helping ye, but I did not think I would just find ye in a moment like this." " Yes," said Kirsteen, " I am here, and I have been here ever since I left home." " Ye have turned quite English, Kirsteen, in the time ye've been away." " Have I ? It's perhaps difficult to avoid it, if ye have anything of an ear for music." This was perhaps an unkind thing to say, for it was well known in the family that Mary had no ear for music and could not " turn a tune " to save her life. With a compunc- tion Kirsteen turned to a more natural subject. " And how is my mother ?" KIRSTEEN. 199 " Oh," said Mary, " she is just wonderfully well for her. The marriage was a great divert to her, settling how it was to he, and the clothes and everything. She was dressed' herself in a new gown that Glendochart presented to her for the occasion, with white ribbons in her cap, and looking just very well. ' It's easy to see where ye get your looks from,' Henry said to me, which I thought was a very pretty compliment to both of us, for if ever a man \*as pleased with his wife's looks it should be on his wedding-day." " Very likely," said Kirsteen, dryly, " but I have no experience. I got your letter, with an account of what you had on." "Yes, it was considered very becoming," said Mary. "And Jeanie was just beautiful in a white frock. I will have her with me at Glendochart when she gets a little older, and bring her out, and maybe take her to Edinburgh for a winter, that she may have every advantage. I would like her to make a grand marriage, and there is nothing more likely, when she's seen as she ought to be in a house like Glendochart." " I have yet to learn," said Kirsteen with dilating nostrils and quivering lips (for she, too, intended Jeanie to make a great match and to marry well, but under her own auspices, not her sister's) — " I have yet to learn that a Campbell who is the duke's clanswoman can give credit to a Douglas that comes of the first family of her own name." " Maybe you think, too," said Mary, with all the force of ridicule founded on fact, " that the house of Drumcarro is a good place for letting a young thing see the world." Kirsteen was silenced by this potent argument, but it by no means softened thS irritation in her mind. She had thought of Jeanie as her own, her creation in many ways, between whom and every evil fate she was determined to stand. To have the child taken out of her hands in this calm way was almost more than she could bear. But she compelled herself to patience with a hasty self -argument : Who was she, to stand between Jeanie and any advantage, when nobody could tell whether she would be able to carry out her inten- tions or not ? And at all events, at the present moment, Jeanie be- ing only fourteen, there was not much to be done. Mary's smooth voice going on, forbade any very continued strain of thought. " And, Kirsteen, what is to be done about yourself ? We would be real willing to do anything in our power. But, oh ! it was rash — rash of you to run away — for you see by what's happened that it was all a mistake, and that Glendochart — " 200 KIRSTEEN. Kirsteen's milk-white brow again grew as red as fire. To have your old lover console himself with your sister is bad enough ; but to have her explain to you that your alarm was a mere mistake of vanity, and that the only person who was ridiculous or blamable in the business was only yourself — this is too much for mortal flesh and blood ! " I am much obliged to you," she said, with self-restraint which was painful, " but I am very happy where I am. It was no mistake so far as I am concerned. It was just impossible to live on down yonder without occupation, when there are so many things to be done in this world." " Dear me !" cried Mary, astonished with this new view. But at this moment Miss Jean fortunately came in, and was very happy to see the lady of Glendochart and very anxious to show her every at- tention. " I consider it a great honor," said Miss Jean, " that you should come to see me the first morning, though well I know it's not for me, but for one that is far more worthy. Miss Kirsteen is just the prop of this house. Mistress Campbell. Not a thing can be done without her advice ; and though I had little reason to complain, and my basket and my store had aye prospered just wonderful, it's a different thing now Miss Kirsteen is here, for she makes all the fine ladies stand about." " Dear me," said Mary again, " and how can she do that ?" But she was more anxious about her own affairs than the gifts and en- dowments of her sister. " There is one thing I must say," she added, " before we go further, and that is that I am wishing to get a new gown, for we will likely be asked to our dinner at the duke's, ,and though I have all my wedding outfit, I would like to be in the newest fashion and do my husband credit with the chief of his name. So perhaps you would show me some white silks, just the very newest. And I would like it made in the last fashion; for Glendochart is very liberal, and he will wish me to spare no ex- pense. Being Marg'ret's sister, as well as having been so kind to Kirsteen, it was just natural that I should choose what little cus- tom I have to give into your hands. But I would want it very quickly done, just as quick as the needles can go — for we cannot tell for what day the invitation might come." Miss Jean, with a smile upon her face — the smile with which she received an order — and a bow of acquiescence which made the rib- bons tremble in her cap, had taken a step towards the drawers in KIESTEEN. 201 which her silks were kept ; but there was something in Kirsteen's eyes which made her hesitate. She' looked towards her youclg as- sociate with a half-question, though indeed she could not tell what was the foundation of her doubt, in her eyes. " Miss Jean," said Kirsteen, promptly, " you ' have then forgot- ten our new rule ? You will, maybe, think 1 want you to break it in consideration of my sister ? But ye need not depart from your regulations out of thought for me. And I am sure I am very sorry," she said, turning to Mary, who stood expectant with a smile of genial patronage on her face, " but it's not possible. Miss Jean has made a rule to take no orders from commoners, except them that have been long upon her list. It would just be hopeless if we were to undertake it," Kirsteen said. " No orders — from commoners ?" cried Mary, in consternation and wrath. " Just that ; we would have all London at our tails, no to speak , of persons from the country, like yourself, just pursuing us night and day, if we were to relax our rule. And there are many of the nobility," said Kirsteen, turning to Miss Jean with a look of serious consultation, " whom I would wish to be weeded out, for there are titles and titles, and some countesses are just nobodies, however much they may think of themselves. You will never get to the first rank," continued Kirsteen, still addressing Miss Jean, " unless ye just settle and never depart from it, who you are to dress and who not." " Do you mean. Miss Jean," cried Mrs. Campbell of Glendochart, " that ye will not make me my gown ?" Miss Jean was torn asunder between natural politeness and proper subjection to her superiors, and a still more natural partisanship, not to speak 9f the glance of fiery laughter in Kirsteen's eyes. " What can I do," she cried, " when you hear with your own ears what Miss Kirsteen has said ? I am wae to put you to any incon- venience, but it's just true that we cannot get through the half of our ■work, and we've plenty with the nobility and old customers to keep us always very throng. Biit I could recommend ye to another per- son that would willingly serve ye, though I cannot take your order myself." " Oh, I'll find somebody," said Mary in great offence. " It can- not be that in the great town of London you will not get whatever you want when you have plenty of money in your hand." " No doubt that's very true," said Miss Jean, " and ye may find 202 EIRSTEEN. that ye are not in such a great hurry as ye think, for the duchess has a number of engagements-upon her hands, and will not dine at home for about ten days to my certain knowledge, and probably she will have her table full then, if ye have not already received your invitations, for town is just*very throng, and everything settled for the grand parties, weeks before.'' CHAPTER XXX. Miss Jean, it must be allowed, turned to her young companion with some dismay when Mrs. Campbell of Glendochart had been ceremoniously seen to her hackney coach, and, deeply cast down and discomfited, had driven away to the respectable person who had been recommended to her to make her new gown. " Were you meaning yon ?" Miss Jean asked, with solicitude. " Or what were you meaning ?" " I was meaning what I said," cried Kirsteen, holding her head high and with an unusual color upon her cheeks. " You know yourself that we have more work than can be done if we were to sit at it day and night." " For the moment," said Miss Jean, prudently ; " but to refuse work just goes to my heart ; it might spoil the business." " It will do the business good," said Kirsteen. " We will let it be known, not just yet perhaps, what I said, that we will take no commoners' orders — that persons who are nobodies need not come here. You did not take me with you into the business just to go on like other folk." / " No, that's quite true," said Miss Jean, but with a little hesita- tion still. " By the time," said Kirsteen, " that you have turned away half a dozen from your door, your name will be up oyer all the town ; and whether in the season or out of it, you will have more to do than you can set your face to, and thanks for doing it. Will you trust me or not. Miss Jean ? For I allow that I am inexperienced, and perhaps I may not be right." " It wbuld be very strange if ye were always right," said Miss Jean with a smile of affectionate meaning, " for all so young and so sure as ye are. But ye have a great spirit, and there's something in me, too, that just answers till ye. Yes, I'll trust ye, my dear; KIESTEEN. 203 and ye'll just go insulting all the poor bodies that are not good enough to please ye, till ye make a spoon or spoil a horn for your-; self ; for it does not matter so very much for me." " Not the poor bodies," said Kirsteen, " but the; folk with money and nothing else, that come in as if they were doing us a favor — ^ women that Marg'ret would not have in her kitchen ; and they will come in here and give their orders as if it was a favor to you and me ! I would like to learn them a lesson, that though we're mantua- makers, it's not for the like of them — a person with no name to speak of — and giving her .orders to one of the Douglases ! We will learn them better before we are done." " Oh, pride, pride !" said Miss Jean, " there's something in me that answers till ye, though well I wot I have little to be proud of ; but these half-and-half gentry are just insufferable to me, too." In all this there was nothing said of Mrs. Mary, to whom none of these descriptions applied, for she was, of course, one of the Dougr lases as well as her sister, and Glendochart was as good a gentle- man as any of his name. But while Miss Jean Brown, the daugh- ter of a Scotch ploughman, felt something in her that answered to the pride of the well-born Highland girl, there was much in the other that resembled the " half-and-half gentry," of whom the ex- perienced mantua-maker had seen many speciinens. Miss Jean's prognostics, however, were carried into effect with stern certainty in the disappointment of the country visitors. They did, indeed, dine in Portman Square, but chiefly because of Lady Chatty's desire to see the personages of the story which she was so fond of telling, and then only on a Sunday evening, when the family were alone — alone, or all but alone, for there was one guest to meet them in the person of Miss Kirsteen Douglas, who was not a stranger in the house nor awkward, as the bride was in her new gown and much overdressed for the family party. It was impossible for Kirsteen to meet Glendochart, whose wooing had been of so much import- ance in her life, without a warmer tinge of color and a slight shade of consciousness. But the good man was so completely unaware, of any cause for feeling that she came to herself with a little start and shock, which was highly salutary, and chastisedthat yride which was Kirsteen's leading quality at this period of~EercareerT. Glen- dochart was so completely married, so pleased with his young wife and with himself for having secured her, that all former dreams had departed totally from his mind — a discovery which Kirsteen made instantaneously so soon as their eyes met, and which went through 204 KIRSTEEN. and through her with angry amazement, consternation, wonder, mingled after a little while with a ieen humorous sense of the ab- surdity of the situation. He came after dinner and talked to her a little about her circumstances, and how difficult it was to know what to do. "For your father is a very dour man, as Mary says, and having once passed his word that you are never to enter his door, it will be hard, hard, to make him change. You know how 9b- durate he has been about Anne ; but we will always be on the watch, and if the time ever comes that a word may be of use — " " I beg you will take no trouble about it, Glendochart. I knew what I was risking ; and but for my mother I have little to regret. And she has not been any the worse," Kirsteen said, almost with bitterness. Nobody seemed to have been the worse for her depart- ure, not even her mother. ' " No, I believe she has been none the worse. She is coming to pay us a visit so soon as we get back." Kirsteen could have laughed, and she could have cried. She could have seized upon this precise, well-got-up elderly gentleman and given him a good shake. To think that she should have been frightened almost out of her wits and flung all her life to the wind, because of him ; and that he was here advising her for her good, as well satisfied with Mary as he ever could have been with herself ! Miss Jean proved, however, a true prophet in respect to the dis- appointment of the newly married couple, with their reception in London, and their willingness eventually to accept the hospitality bi the mantua-maker, and meet her friends, the minister, the doctor, the silk-mercer, and the old lady of quality, at her comfortable table. Miss Jean gave them a supper, at which all these highly respectable persons were present, along with another who gave a character of distinction to the assembly, being no less a person than young Captain Gordon, promoted on the field of battle and sent home with despatches, the son of the old lady above mentioned, who was not too grand, though all the fine houses in London were open to him, to come with his mother, covering her with glory in the eyes of the humbler friends who had been kind to her poverty. This encounter was the only one which brought Glendochart and his wife within the range of the commotion which was filling all society and occupying all talk. Afterwards, when they returned home, it was the main feature of their record what Captain Gordon had said, and his account of the battle — " which, you see, we had, so to speak, at first hand ; for he got his promotion upon the field, KIBSTEEN. / 205 and was sent home with despatches, which is only done when a young man has distinguished himself ; and a near connection of the Huntly family." I am not sure that Mary did not allow it to be understood that she had met this young hero at the duke's table in Portman Square, but certainly she never disclosed the fact that it was at the mantua-maker's in Chapel Street, Mayfair. Captain Gordon proved to be of much after importance in the family, so that the mode of his first introduction cannot be without interest. The old lady who patronized Miss Jean by sharing her Sunday dinners, and many other satisfactory meals, felt herself, and was acknowledged by all, to have amply repaid her humble friend by bringing this brilliant young hero fresh from Waterloo to that en- tertainment, thus doing Miss Jean an honor which " the best in the land " coveted. Alick, so far as he was concerned, made him- self exceedingly agreeable. He fought the great battle over again, holding his auditors breathless ; he gave the doctor details about the hospitals, and told the minister how the army chaplain went among the poor Highlanders from bed to bed. And he accepted an invitation from Glendochart for the shooting with enthusiasm. " But they will want you at Castle Gordon," said the proud mother, desirous to show that her son had more gorgeous possibilities. " Then they must just want me," cried the young soldier. " They were not so keen about me when I was a poor little ensign." Everything was at the feet of the Waterloo hero, who was in a po- sition to snap his fingers at his grand relatibns and their tardy hospitality. Kirsteen, in. particular, was attracted by his cheerful looks and his high spirit, and his pleasure in his independence and promotion. It was in accord with her own feeling. She said that he put her in mind of her brothers in India — all soldiers, but none of them so fortunate as to have taken part in such a great decisive battle ; and thought, with a poignant regret, how it might have been had Konald Drummond continued with Lord Welling- ton's army instead of changing into the Company's service. It might have been he that would have been sent over with the de- spatches, and received with all this honor and renown — and then ! Kirsteen's countenance, in the shade where she was sitting, was sufiused with a soft color, and the tears came into her eyes. " They get plenty of fighting out there," said the young soldier, who was very willing to console the only pretty girl in the room ; " and if it's not so decisive, it may be just as important in the long run, for India is a grand possession — the grandest of all. I will 206 KIESTEEN. probably go there myself, Miss Douglas, for though Waterloo's a fine thing, it will end the war, and what's a poor soldier lad to do?" " You will just find plenty to do in your own country, Alick," said his mother, eagerly. " Barrack duty, mother ! It's not very exciting — after a taste of the other." "A taste !" said the proud old lady. " He's just been in every- thing since the time he put on his first pair of trews. I know those outlandish places, as if they were on Deeside, always follow- ing my soldier laddie — Vimiera and Badajos, and down to Sala- manca and Toulouse in France. I could put my finger on them in the map in the dark," she cried, with a glow of enthusiasm ; then, falling into a little murmur of happy sobbing, " God be thanked, they're all over," she cried, putting her trembling hand upon her son's arm. "Amen!" said the minister, "to the final destruction of the usurper and the restoring of law and order in a distracted land." " We'll just see how long it lasts," said the doctor, who was a little of a free-thinker, and was believed to have had sympathies with the Revolution. " We'll have French tastes and French fashions in again, and they're very ingenious with their new patterns, it must be allowed," said the silk-mercer ; " but it will be an ill day for Spitalfields and other places when the French silks are plentiful again." " There's ill and good in all things. You must just do your best, Miss Jean, to keep British manufactures in the first place," the minister said. " It's astonishing in that way how much the ladies have in their hands." " Were you at Salamanca — and Toulouse ?" said Kirsteen,' in her corner, where she kept as far as possible from the light of the can- dles, lest any one should see the emotion in her face. " Indeed I was, and the last was a field of carnage," said the young soldier. " Perhaps you had a brother there ?" " Not a brother — but a — friend," said Kirsteen, unable to re- strain a faint little sigh. The young man looked so sympathetic, and was so complete a stranger to her, that it was a relief to her full bosom to say a word more. " I could not but think," she added, in a very low tone, " that but for that weary India — it might have been him that had come with glory — from Waterloo." " Instead of me," said the young soldier with a laugh. " No, I KIESTEEN. 207 know yon did not mean that. But also," he added, gravely, ^' both him and me, we might have been left on the field where many a fine fellow lies." " That is true, that is true !" Earsteen did not say any more ; but it flashed across her mind, how could she know that he was not lying on some obscure field in India where lives were lost, and little glory or any advantage that she knew of gained ? This gave her, however, a very friendly feeling to young Gordon, between whom and herself the tie of something which was almost like a confidence now existed; for the young man had easily divined what a friend meant in the guarded phraseology of his country- women. , It was not till long after this that there came to Kirsteen a little note out of that far distance which made amends to her for long waiting and silence. The letter was only from Kobbie, whose cor- respondence with his sisters was of the most rare and fluctuating kind, yet who for once in a way, he scarcely himself knew the reason why, had sent Kirsteen a little enclosure in his letter to his mother, fortunately secured by Marg'ret, who was now everything — nurse, reader, and companion to the invalid. Eobbie informed his sister that Jeanie's letter about old Glendochart had " given him a good laugh," and that he thought she was very right to have nothing to say to an old fellow like that. Before the letter arrived there was already a son and heir born in Glendochart house; but Kobbie was no further on in the family history than to be aware of the fact that Kirsteen had gone away rather than have the old lover forced upon ^her. He told her how on the march he had _ passed the station where Ronald Drummond was ; " if you mind him, he is the one that left along with me — but you must mind him," Robbie continued, " for he was always about the house the last summer beforfe I came away." " He was keen for news of home, as we all are when we meet a friend in this place. And I read him a bit of Jeanie's letter, which was very well written, the little monkey, for a little thing of her age ; how old Glendochart followed you about like a puppy dog, and how you would never see it, though all the rest did. We both laughed until we cried at Jeanie's story. She must be growing a clever creature, and writes a very good hand of writing, too. But it was more serious when we came to the part where you ran away in your trouble at finding it out. I hope you have come home by this time, and have not quarrelled with my father ; for, after all, it never does any good to have quarrels in a family. However, I was saying about Ronald that he was really quite as taken up as I was with Jeanie's letter, and told me I was to give you his respects, and that he would be; 208 KIRSTBEN. coming home In a year or two, and would find you out whether you were at Drumcarro or wherever you were; and give you all the news about me, which 1 consider very kind of him, as I am sure you will do ; and he bid me to say that he always kept the little thing he found in the parlor, and carried it wherever he went ; though wheu I asked what it was he would not tell me, but said you would understand ; so I suppose it was some joke between you two. And that's about all the news I have to tell you, and I hope you'll think of what I say about not quarrelling with my father. I am in very good health and liking my quar- ters — and I am. Your affectionate brother, K. D." If this had been the most eloquent love-letter that ever was writ- ten, and from the hand of her lover himself, it is doubtful whether it would have more touched the heart of Kirsteen than Bobbie's schoolboy scrawl, with its complete unconsciousness of every pur- pose, did. It was the fashion of their time, when correspondence was difficult and dear and slow, and when a young man with noth- ing to offer was too honorable to bind for long years a young wom- an who in the meantime might change her mind, although both often held by each other with a supreme and silent faithfulness. The bond, so completely understood between themselves, with noth- ing to disclose it to others, was all the dearer for never having been put into words ; although it was often no doubt the cause of un- speakable pangs of suspense — possibly of profound and unspeak- able disappointment, if one or the other forgot. Kirsteen read and re-read Robbie's letter, as if it had been a little gospel. She carried it about with her, for her refreshment at odd moments. There came upon her face a softened sweetness, a mildness to the happy eyes, a mellowing beauty to every line. She grew greatly in beauty as her youth matured, the softening influence of this sweet spring of life keeping in check the pride which was so strong in her character, and the perhaps too great independence and self- reliance whick her early elevation to authority and influence devel- oped. And everything prospered with Kirsteen. Miss Jean's business became the most flourishing and important in town. Not only Commoners, whom she had so haughtily rejected, but per- sons of the most exalted pretensions, had to cast away their pride and sue for the services of Miss Brown and Miss Kirsteen; and, as may be supposed, the more they refused the more eager were the customers at their door. Before Kirsteen was twenty-seven the fortune which she had determined to make was already well begun, and Miss Jean in a position to retire if she wished, with the income of a statesman. This prosperous condition was in its full height in the midst of the season, the workroom so throng that KIRSTEEN. ( 209 relays of seamstresses sat up all night, there being no inspectors to bring the fashionable mantua-makers under control, -when the next great incident happened in the life of our Kirsteen. CHAPTER XXXI. There were no inspectors to 2oot after the workrooms of the dressmakers in these days, but perhaps also, at least with mis- tresses like Miss Jean, there was little need for them. If the young women in the workroom had sometimes to work for a part of the night, it was only what at that time everybody was supposed to do in their own affairs or in their masters' whem business was very urgent, or throng as was said in Scotland. The head of the house sat up, too, there were little indulgences accorded, and, when the vigil was not too much prolonged, there was a certain excite- ment about it which was not unpleasing to the workwomen in the' monotony of their calling. One of these indulgences was that something was now and then read aloud to them as they worked. Miss Jean herself had ceased to do much in the ordinary con- duct of business. She gave her advice (which the workwomen now considered of the old school and wanting in sympathy with advancing taste), and now and then suggested a combination which was approved. But on the whole she took a less and less active share in the work during the morning and evening hours in which she was not wanted in the showroom to receive the ladies who were her patronesses, or whom she patronized (according to Kir- steen's new arrangements), vfith whom the younger partner had no desire to supplant her. And when Miss Jean resigned the needle and even the scissors, and no longer felt it necessary to superintend a fitting-on, or invent a head-dress, she developed another faculty which was of the greatest use, especially at moments of great pressure. She read aloud. I will not assert that she had any of the arts of the elocutionist, which were much esteemed in those days ; but in a straightforward, plain way, with her Scotch accent, to which, of course, all the young women were accustomed, her reading was very distinct and satisfactory. She read in the first instance stories out of the " Ladies' Muse- um" and kindred works, which were about as absurd as stories could be, but being continued from week to week, kept up a cer- 14 210 KIKSTEEN. tain interest among the girls to know what ha,ppene