a long and arduous apprenticeship (if it is not irreverent so to
style it) which Val had to pass in order to fit himself for priestly work;
he was curate for I know not how many years in a large and extremely
poor mission in one of our big towns. He worked well and thoroughly,
as any one who knows Val will be ready to affirm; but his health would
not stand the hard work and close confinement of a town, and he was
forced against his will to relinquish his post. His attraction had always
been toward a studious life, so it came about that he was sent up here,
where he has time to study to his heart's content, since his flock will
never be anything but small. Moreover, his share of poor old Dad's
worldly substance enables him to live, for the emoluments here would
scarcely support a canary-bird.
Yet it must not be supposed that Val is rolling in riches. In the first
place, poor Dad had to sell a good deal of property to make good his
losses from unfortunate investments, and he had not overmuch to leave
us. His worldly wisdom, too, taught him to be sparing with Val.
"He would spend his half in a month, Ted," said the old Pater shrewdly,
when he came to settle his worldly affairs. "I shall therefore leave the
bulk of everything to you, and trust to you to provide liberally for the
dear boy."
Dad's remark is the best possible clue to Val's character. Had he
nothing else to give, Val would strip the very coat off his own back,
when it was a question of relieving distress. So it is a part of my duty to
see that he is clothed and fed as he ought to be, and a difficult job it is
at times.
I suppose I ought to give some idea of Val's appearance, if this is to be
a proper literary turn-out. When we both were younger, it was
commonly said by aunts, uncles, and such like, that one was the image
of the other. That would be scarcely a fair description now. I am thin;
Val is inclined to become chubby. I have a beard and he is necessarily
shaven; he needs glasses always, and I only for reading. With these
preliminary observations I may say that Val is about five feet six in his
shoes, of dark complexion, and with hair inclining to gray. He is quiet
in manner, yet withal a charming companion when called upon to talk.
The people worship him; that is the best testimonial of a country priest,
and all that I need say about his interior man.
If I did not know for certain that Longfellow never set eyes on
Ardmuirland, I should maintain that the lines at the head of this chapter
were meant for a description of it. For "the steel-blue rim of the ocean"
is but three miles distant from this heather-clad, wind-swept height,
which rises some seven hundred feet above it. Moreover, as one gazes
down, the eye meets many a miniature forest of pine and birch, clothing
portions of the lower hills, or nestling in the crevices of the numerous
watercourses which divide them. Strewn irregularly over the landscape
are white-walled, low-roofed farms and crofters' dwellings--each in the
embrace of sheltering barn and byre, whose roofs of vivid scarlet often
shine out in the sun from a setting of green meadow or garden.
Our own habitation is simple enough, yet amply suffices for our needs.
It is just a stone cottage of two stories, and is connected by a small
cloister-like passage, Gothic in character, with the stone chapel which
is the scene of Val's priestly ministrations. This, too, is modest enough.
The windows are triple lancets, filled with opaque glass, the altar of
stone and marble, but simple in decoration, the tabernacle of brass, and
the eastern window--larger than the others--is embellished with stained
glass. It is in memory of our dear Dad, and besides his patron, St.
Andrew, it has the figures of St. Valentine and St. Edmund on either
side of the Apostle.
Within the house is a dining-room, a better furnished room for the
reception of important visitors, and a small den known as the "priest's
room," in which Val interviews members of his flock. Upstairs are
Val's study and my sitting-room, with our respective bed-chambers and
a spare one for a casual visitor. Kitchen offices and servants' quarters
are in a tiny special block.
Both chapel and house have been built by Val. I can recall his pleading
letters to Dad for help to raise a more worthy temple. The Pater, with
his characteristic caution, made it a condition of his help that a new
house
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