Christine by Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

been. Them above order such things. They sort affairs better than we could."

"I don't understand what you're up to, but I think you are acting vera unwomanly."

"Na, na, Mither! I'll not play 'maiden all forlorn' for anyone. If Angus can live without me, there isna a woman i' the world that can live without Angus as weel as Christine Ruleson can. Tuts! I hae you, Mither, and my dear feyther, and my six big brothers, and surely their love is enough for any soul through this life; forbye, there is the love beyond all, and higher than all, and truer than all--the love of the Father and the Son."

"I see ye hae made up your mind to stand by Ballister. Vera weel! Do sae! As long as he keeps himsel' in foreign pairts, he'll ne'er fret me; but if he comes hame, he'll hae to keep a few hundred miles atween us."

"Nonsense! We'll a' be glad to see him hame."

"Your way be it. Get your eating done wi', and then awa' to the manse, and get me thae powders. I'm restless and feared if I have none i' the house."

"I'll be awa' in ten minutes now. Ye ken the Domine doesna care for seeing folk till after ten o'clock. He says he hes ither company i' the first hours o' daybreak."

"Like enou', but he'll be fain to hear about the doings last night, and he'll be pleased concerning Faith getting a sweetheart. I doubt if she deserves the same."

"Mither! Dinna say that. The puir lassie!"

"Puir lassie indeed! Her feyther left her forty pounds a year, till she married, and then the principal to do as she willed wi'. I dinna approve o' women fretting and fearing anent naething."

"But if they hae the fret and fear, what are they to do wi' it, Mither?"

"Fight it. Fighting is better than fearing. Weel, tak' care o' yoursel' and mind every word that you say."

"I'm going by the cliffs on the sea road."

"That will keep you langer."

"Ay, but I'll no require to mind my words. I'll meet naebody on that road to talk wi'."

"I would not say that much."

A suspicion at once had entered Margot's heart. "I wonder," she mused, as she watched Christine out of sight--"I wonder if she is trysted wi' Angus Ballister on the cliff road. Na, na, she would hae told me, whether or no, she would hae told me."

The solitude of the sea, and of the lonely road, was good for Christine. She was not weeping, but she had a bitter aching sense of something lost. She thought of her love lying dead outside her heart's shut door, and she could not help pitying both love and herself. "He was like sunshine on my life," she sighed. "It is dark night now. All is over. Good-by forever, Angus! Oh, Love, Love!" she cried aloud to the sea. "Oh, you dear old troubler o' the warld! I shall never feel young again. Weel, weel, Christine, I'll not hae ye going to meet trouble, it isna worth the compliment. Angus may forget me, and find some ither lass to love--weel, then, if it be so, let it be so. I'll find the right kind o' strength for every hour o' need, and the outcome is sure to be right. God is love. Surely that is a' I need. I'll just leave my heartache here, the sea can carry it awa', and the winds blow it far off"--and she began forthwith a tender little song, that died down every few bars, but was always lifted again, until it swelled out clear and strong, as she came in sight of the small, white manse, standing bravely near the edge of a cliff rising sheerly seven hundred feet above the ocean. The little old, old kirk, with its lonely acres full of sailors' graves, was close to it, and Christine saw that the door stood wide open, though it was yet early morning.

"It'll be a wedding, a stranger wedding," she thought. "Hame folk wouldna be sae thoughtless, as to get wed in the morning--na, na, it will be some stranger."

These speculations were interrupted by the Domine's calling her, and as soon as she heard his voice, she saw him standing at the open door. "Christine!" he cried. "Come in! Come in! I want you, lassie, very much. I was just wishing for you."

"I am glad that I answered your wish, Sir. I would aye like to do that, if it be His will."

"Come straight to my study, dear. You are a very godsend this morning."

He went hurriedly into the house, and turned towards his study, and Christine followed him. And before she crossed the threshold of the room, she saw Angus and his Uncle Ballister, sitting at a table on which there were books and papers.

Angus rose to meet her at once. He did it as an involuntary act. He did not take a moment's counsel or consideration, but sprang to his feet with the joyful cry of a delighted boy. And Christine's face reflected the cry in a wonderful, wonderful smile. Then Angus was at her side, he clasped her hands, he called her by her name in a tone of love and music, he drew her closer to his side. And the elder man smiled and looked at the Domine, who remembered then the little ceremony he had forgotten.

So he took Christine by the hand, and led her to the stranger, and in that moment a great change came into the countenance and manner of the girl, while a peculiar light of satisfaction--almost of amusement--gleamed in her splendid eyes.

"Colonel Ballister," said the Domine, "I present to you Miss Christine Ruleson, the friend of your nephew, the beloved of the whole village of Culraine."

"I am happy to make Miss Ruleson's acquaintance," he replied and Christine said,

"It is a great pleasure to meet you, Sir. When you know Angus, you wish to know the man who made Angus well worth the love he wins."

The Domine and Angus looked at the beautiful girl in utter amazement. She spoke perfect English, in the neat, precise, pleasant manner and intonation of the Aberdeen educated class. But something in Christine's manner compelled their silence. She willed it, and they obeyed her will.

"Sit down at the table with us, Christine," said the Domine. "We want your advice;" and she had the good manners to sit down, without affectations or apologies.

"Colonel, will you tell your own tale? There's none can do it like you."

"It is thus, and so, Miss Ruleson. Two nights ago as I sat thinking of Angus in Culraine, I remembered my own boyhood days in the village. I thought of the boats, and the sailors, and the happy hours out at sea with the nets, or the lines. I remembered how the sailors' wives petted me, and as I grew older teased me, and sang to me. And I said to my soul, 'We have been ungratefully neglectful, Soul, and we will go at once, and see if any of the old playfellows are still alive.' So here I am, and though I find by the Domine's kirk list that only three of my day are now in Culraine, I want to do some good thing for the place. The question is, what. Angus thinks, as my memories are all of playtime, I might buy land for a football field, or links for a golf club. What do you say to this idea, Miss Ruleson?"

"I can say naething in its favor, Sir. Fishers are hard-worked men; they do not require to play hard, and call it amusement. I have heard my father say that ball games quickly turn to gambling games. A game of any sort would leave all the women out. Their men are little at home, and it would be a heartache to them, if they took to spending that little in a ball field, or on the golf links."

"Their wives might go with them, Christine," said Angus.

"They would require to leave many home duties, if they did so. It would not be right--our women would not do it. Once I was at St. Andrews, and I wanted to go to the golf links with my father, but the good woman with whom we were visiting said: 'James Ruleson, go to the links if so be you want to go, but you'll no daur to tak' this young lassie there. The language on the links is just awfu'. It isna fit for a decent lass to hear. No, Sir, golf links would be of no use to the women, and their value is very uncertain to men.'"

"Women's presence would doubtless make men more careful in their language," said Angus.

"Weel, Angus, it would be doing what my Mither ca's 'letting the price o'er-gang the profit.'"

"Miss Ruleson's objections are good and valid, and we admit them," said the Colonel; "perhaps she will now give us some idea we can work out"--and when he looked at her for response, he caught his breath at the beauty and sweetness of the face before him. "What are you thinking of?" he asked, almost with an air of humility, for the visible presence of goodness and beauty could hardly have affected him more. And Christine answered softly: "I was thinking of the little children." And the three men felt ashamed, and were silent. "I was thinking of the little children," she continued, "how they have neither schoolhouse, nor playhouse. They must go to the town, if they go to school; and there is the bad weather, and sickness, and busy mothers, and want of clothing and books, and shoes, and slates, and the like. Our boys and girls get at the Sunday School all the learning they have. The poor children. They have hard times in a fishing-village."

"You have given us the best of advice, Miss Ruleson, and we will gladly follow it," said the Colonel. "I am sure you are right. I will build a good schoolhouse in Culraine. I will begin it at once. It shall be well supplied with books and maps, and I will pay a good teacher."

"Not a man teacher, Sir. They have small patience with little children. They will use the taws on baby hands, that cannot make a 'k' or a 'z' at first sight. Give them a woman teacher, who will not be afraid of the bairnies snuggling into her arms, and telling her all their little troubles."

"Domine," said the Colonel, "we have received our orders. What say you?"

"I say a school, by all means, Sir. To the children of Culraine it will be a dispensation."

"First, we must have land for it."

"I was thinking, as you spoke, of James Ruleson's land. It lies at the foot of his hill, and would be the very best location for a schoolhouse."

"Then we will see James Ruleson."

"Father is line-fishing now. He will not be home until five o'clock," said Christine.

"If possible, we will see him after five. Come, Domine, let us have a look through the old kirk."

"I saw it standing open," said Christine, "and I was thinking there might be a strange wedding there today."

"No, no, Christine. It was opened for the Colonel, though there are no Ballister effigies in it. If it was an old English kirk, there would be knights and crusaders, and soldiers lying there, in stone state. We do not like images in our kirks.