Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush | Page 4

then his brothers
and sisters would give their wages, and the family would live on skim
milk and oat cake, to let him have his chance.
Whinnie glanced at his wife and turned to Domsie.
"Marget's set on seein' Geordie a minister, Dominie."
"If he's worthy o't, no otherwise. We haena the means though; the farm
is highly rented, and there's barely a penny over at the end o' the year."
"But you are willing George should go and see what he can do. If he
disappoint you, then I dinna know a lad o' pairts when I see him, and
the Doctor is with me."
"Maister Jamieson," said Marget, with great solemnity, "ma hert's
desire is to see George a minister, and if the Almichty spared me to
hear ma only bairn open his mooth in the Evangel, I wud hae naething
mair to ask ... but I doot sair it canna be managed."
Domsie had got all he asked, and he rose in his strength.
"If George Howe disna get to college, then he's the first scholar I've lost
in Drumtochty ... ye 'ill manage his keep and sic like?"
"Nae fear o' that," for Whinnie was warming, "tho' I haena a steek
(stitch) o' new claithes for four years. But what aboot his fees and ither

ootgaeins?"
"There's ae man in the parish can pay George's fees without missing a
penny, and I'll warrant he 'ill dae it."
"Are ye meanin' Drumsheugh?" said Whinnie, "for ye 'ill never get a
penny piece oot o' him. Did ye no hear hoo the Frees wiled him intae
their kirk, Sabbath past a week, when Netherton's sister's son frae
Edinboro' wes preaching the missionary sermon, expectin' a note, and if
he didna change a shillin' at the public-hoose and pit in a penny. Sall,
he's a lad Drumsheugh; a'm thinking ye may save yir journey,
Dominie."
But Marget looked away from her into the past, and her eyes had a
tender light. "He hed the best hert in the pairish aince."
Domsie found Drumsheugh inclined for company, and assisted at an
exhaustive and caustic treatment of local affairs. When the conduct of
Piggie Walker, who bought Drumsheugh's potatoes and went into
bankruptcy without paying for a single tuber, had been characterized in
language that left nothing to be desired, Drumsheugh began to soften
and show signs of reciprocity.
"Hoo's yir laddies, Dominie?" whom the farmers regarded as a risky
turnip crop in a stiff clay that Domsie had "to fecht awa in." "Are ony o'
them shaping weel?"
Drumsheugh had given himself away, and Domsie laid his first parallel
with a glowing account of George Howe's Latinity, which was well
received.
"Weel, I'm gled tae hear sic accoonts o' Marget Hoo's son; there's
naething in Whinnie but what the spune puts in."
But at the next move Drumsheugh scented danger and stood at guard.
"Na, na, Dominie, I see what yir aifter fine; ye mind hoo ye got three
notes oot o' me at Perth market Martinmas a year past for ane o' yir
college laddies. Five punds for four years; my word, yir no blate

(modest). And what for sud I educat Marget Hoo's bairn? If ye kent a'
ye wudna ask me; it's no reasonable, Dominie. So there's an end o't."
Domsie was only a pedantic old parish schoolmaster, and he knew little
beyond his craft, but the spirit of the Humanists awoke within him, and
he smote with all his might, bidding goodbye to his English as one
flings away the scabbard of a sword.
"Ye think that a'm asking a great thing when I plead for a pickle notes
to give a puir laddie a college education. I tell ye, man, a'm honourin'
ye and givin' ye the fairest chance ye'll ever hae o' winning wealth. Gin
ye store the money ye hae scrapit by mony a hard bargain, some heir ye
never saw 'ill gar it flee in chambering and wantonness. Gin ye hed the
heart to spend it on a lad o' pairts like Geordie Hoo, ye wud hae twa
rewards nae man could tak fra ye. Ane wud be the honest gratitude o' a
laddie whose desire for knowledge ye hed sateesfied, and the second
wud be this--anither scholar in the land; and a'm thinking with auld
John Knox that ilka scholar is something added to the riches of the
commonwealth. And what 'ill it cost ye? Little mair than the price o' a
cattle beast. Man, Drumsheugh, ye poverty-stricken cratur, I've naethin'
in this world but a handfu' o' books and a ten-pund note for my funeral,
and yet, if it wasna I have all my brither's bairns tae keep, I wud pay
every penny mysel'. But I'll no see Geordie sent to the