“Ah, weel,” replied Souter nonchalantly, as he shook Robert’s outstretched hand, “ye ken3 the Scripture4 says, ‘an’ the poor ye have always wi’ ye.’” Robert laughed merrily at the old man’s sally.
“Thank goodness, they’ve gone at last,” said Mrs. Burns with a sigh of relief, as she entered the room. “Why, laddie, ye had half the ne’er-do-weels of Mossgiel a-following ye. They are only a lot of leeches5 and idle brawlers, that’s a’,” and her dark eyes flashed her disapproval6.
“I’m sure they have kind hearts, mither, for a’ that,” replied Robert reproachfully.
“Ye’re so popular wi’ them a’, Robbie,” cried Souter proudly.
“Aye, when he has a shillin’ to spend on them,” added Mrs. Burns dryly. “But sit doon, laddie; ye maun be tired wi’ your lang walk,” and she gently pushed him into a chair beside the table.
“I am a wee bittie tired,” sighed Robert gratefully as he leaned back in the chair.
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“I’ll soon hae something to eat before ye,” replied his mother briskly.
“I’m nae hungry, mother,” answered Robert. “Indeed, I couldna’ eat a thing,” he remonstrated7 as she piled the food before him.
“’Tis in love ye are,” insinuated8 Souter with a knowing look. “I ken the symptoms weel; ye canna’ eat.”
“Ye’re wrong there,” replied Robert with a bright smile. “Love but increases my appetite.”
“Aye, for love,” added Souter sotto voce.
“Ah, mother dear, how guid it seems to be at hame again, under the old familiar roof-tree,” said Robert a little later, as he leaned back contentedly9 in his chair and gazed about the room with eager, alert glances. As he sits there with his arms folded let us take a look at our hero. Of more than medium height, his form suggested agility11 as well as strength. His high forehead, shaded with black curling hair tied at the neck, indicated extensive capacity. His eyes were large, dark, and full of fire and intelligence. His face was well formed and uncommonly12 interesting and expressive13, although at the first glance his features had a certain air of coarseness, mingled14 with an expression of calm thoughtfulness, approaching melancholy15. He was dressed carelessly in a blue homespun long coat, belted at the waist, over a buff-colored vest; short blue pantaloons, tucked into long gray home-knit stockings, which came up above his[37] knee, and broad low brogans, made by Souter’s hands. He wore a handsome plaid of small white and black checks over one shoulder, the ends being brought together under the opposite arm and tied loosely behind.
“’Tis a fine hame-comin’ ye’ve had, laddie,” cried old Souter proudly. “Faith, it’s just like they give the heir of grand estates. We should hae had a big bonfire burnin’ outside our—ahem—palace gates,” and he waved his hand grandiloquently17.
“Dinna’ ye make fun of our poor clay biggin’, Souter Johnny,” cried Mrs. Burns rebukingly18. “Be it ever so poor, ’tis our hame.”
“Aye, ’tis our hame, mother,” repeated Robert lovingly. “An’ e’en tho’ I have been roaming in other parts, still this humble19 cottage is the dearest spot on earth to me. I love it all, every stick and stone, each blade of grass, every familiar object that greeted my eager gaze as I crossed the moor20 to this haven21 of rest, my hame. And my love for it this moment is the strongest feeling within me.”
His roving eyes tenderly sought out one by one the familiar bits of furniture around the room, and lingered for a moment lovingly on the old fireplace. It was there he had first seen Mary Campbell. She had come to the cottage on an errand, and as she stood leaning against the mantel, the sunlight gleaming through the window upon her golden hair, he had entered the room. It was plainly love at first[38] sight, and so he had told her that same day, as he walked back to Castle Montgomery with the winsome22 dairymaid. The course of their love had flowed smoothly24 and uneventfully; he loved her with all the depth of his passionate26 emotional nature, and yet his love was more spiritual than physical. She was an endless source of inspiration, as many a little song and ode which had appeared in the Tarbolton weekly from time to time could testify. How long the year had been away from her, he mused27 dreamily. To-morrow, bright and early, he would hurry over to Castle Montgomery and surprise her at her duties.
“Gazed straight into the startled eyes of Robert.”
Mary, from her hiding place, had watched all that happened since Robert had come into the room. She had not expected to remain so long hidden, she thought wistfully. She had hoped that Mrs. Burns would miss her, and that she, or Robert, or someone would look for her, but they had not even thought of her, and her lips trembled piteously at their neglect. And so she had stayed on, peeping out at them, whenever their backs were turned, feeling very lonely, and very miserable28, in spite of the pride that thrilled her, as she watched her lover sitting there so handsome in the full strength of his young manhood. Perhaps they didn’t want her here to-night. Perhaps it was true, as Gilbert said, “that Robert didn’t love her any more.” The tears could no longer be restrained. If she could only slip out[39] unobserved she would go home. She wasn’t afraid, she thought miserably29. She wondered what they were doing now, they were so quiet? Peering shyly around the mantel, she gazed straight into the startled eyes of Robert, who with a surprised ejaculation started back in amazement30.
“Why, Mary Campbell!” cried his mother remorsefully32, as she caught sight of Mary’s face, “I declare I clear forgot ye, lass.” With a glad cry Robert sprang toward her and grasped her two hands in his own, his eyes shining with love and happiness.
“Mary, lass, were ye hidin’ awa’ from me?” he asked in tender reproach. She dropped her head bashfully without a word. “’Tis o’er sweet in ye, dear, to come over to welcome me hame,” he continued radiantly. “Come an’ let me look at ye,” and he drew her gently to where the candle light could fall on her shy, flushed face. “Oh, ’tis bonnie ye’re looking, lassie,” he cried proudly. He raised her drooping33 head, so that his hungry eyes could feast on her beauty. She stood speechless, like a frightened child, not daring to raise her eyes to his. “Haven’t ye a word of welcome for me, sweetheart?” he whispered tenderly, drawing her to him caressingly34.
“Go an’ kiss him, Mary; dinna’ mind us,” cried Souter impatiently. “I can see ye’re both asking[40] for it wi’ your eyes,” he insinuated. And he drew near them expectantly.
“Hauld your whist, ye old tyke,” flashed Mrs. Burns indignantly. “Robbie Burns doesna’ need ye to tell him how to act wi’ the lassies.”
Robert laughed merrily as he answered, “Ye ken we’re both o’er bashful before ye a’.”
“Ah, ye’re a fine pair of lovers, ye are,” retorted Souter disgustedly, turning away.
“So the neighbors say, Souter,” responded Robert gayly, giving Mary a loving little squeeze.
And surely there never was a handsomer couple, thought Mistress Burns proudly, as they stood there together. One so dark, so big and strong, the other so fair, so fragile and winsome. And so thought Gilbert Burns jealously, as he came quietly into the room. Robert went to him quickly, a smile lighting38 up his dark face, his hand outstretched in greeting.
“I’m o’er glad to see ye again, Gilbert,” he cried impulsively39, shaking his brother’s limp hand.
“So ye’ve come back again,” said Gilbert, coldly.
“Aye, like a bad penny,” laughingly responded Robert. “Noo that I am burned out of my situation, I’ve come hame to help ye in the labors40 of the farm,” and he pressed his brother’s hand warmly.
“I fear your thoughts willna’ lang be on farming,”[41] observed Gilbert sarcastically42, going to the fireplace and deliberately43 turning his back to Robert.
“I’ll struggle hard to keep them there, brother,” replied Robert simply. His brother’s coldness had chilled his extraordinarily44 sensitive nature. He walked slowly back to his seat.
“I ken ye’d rather be writin’ love verses than farmin’, eh, Robert?” chimed in Souter thoughtlessly.
“’Tis only a waste of time writin’ poetry, my lad,” sighed Mrs. Burns, shaking her head disapprovingly45.
“I canna’ help writin’, mother,” answered the lad firmly, a trifle defiantly46. “For the love of poesy was born in me, and that love was fostered at your ain knee ever since my childhood days.”
She sighed regretfully. “I didna’ ken what seed I was sowing then, laddie,” she answered thoughtfully.
“Dinna’ be discouraged,” cried Mary eagerly, going to him. “I’ve faith in ye, laddie, and in your poetry, too.” She put her hand on his shoulder lovingly, as he sat beside the table, looking gloomy and dejected. “Some day,” she continued, a thrill of pride in her voice, “ye’ll wake to find your name on everybody’s lips. You’ll be rich and famous, mayhap. Who kens47, ye may even become the Bard48 o’ Scotland,” she concluded in an awestruck tone.
“Nay, Mary, I do not hope for that,” replied[42] Robert, his dark countenance49 relaxing into a smile of tenderness at her wild prophecy, although in his own heart he felt conscious of superior talents.
“Waesucks,” chuckled50 Souter reminiscently. “Do you mind, Robbie, how, a year ago, ye riled up the community, an’ the kirk especially, over your verses called ‘Holy Willie’s Prayer’? Aye, lad, it was an able keen satire51, and auld36 Squire52 Armour53 recognized the truth of it, for he threatened to hae ye arrested for blaspheming the kirk and the auld licht religion. He’ll ne’er forgive ye for that,” and he shook his head with conviction.
“He’s an auld Calvinistic hypocrite,” replied Robert carelessly, “and he deserved to be satirized54 alang wi’ the rest of the Elders. Let us hope the verses may do them and the kirk some good. They are sadly in need of reform.” Then with a gay laugh he told them a funny anecdote55 concerning one of the Elders, and for over an hour they listened to the rich tones of his voice as he entertained them with jest and song and story, passing quickly from one to the other, as the various emotions succeeded each other in his mind, assuming with equal ease the expression of the broadest mirth, the deepest melancholy or the most sublime56 emotion. They sat around him spellbound. Never had they seen him in such a changeable mood as to-night.
“And noo, laddie, tell us about your life in Irvine and Mauchline,” said Mrs. Burns.
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Robert had finished his last story, and sat in meditative57 silence, watching the smoldering58 peat in the fireplace.
He hesitated for a moment. “There is little to tell, mother,” he answered, not looking up, “and that little is na worth tellin’.”
“I ken ye’ve come back no richer in pocket than when ye left,” remarked Gilbert questioningly. As his brother made no answer, he continued with sarcastic41 irony59, “But perhaps there wasna’ enough work for ye there.” He watched his brother’s face narrowly.
“There was work enough for a’,” replied Robert in a low tone, an agony of remorse31 in his voice. “An’ I tried to fulfill60 faithfully the uncongenial tasks set before me, but I would sink into dreams, forgetting my surroundings, my duties, and would set me doon to put on paper the thoughts and fancies which came rushing through my brain, raging like so many devils, till they found vent25 in rhyme; then the conning61 o’er my verses like a spell soothed62 all into quiet again.” A far away rapt expression came over his countenance as he finished, and his dark glowing eyes gazed dreamily into space, as if communing with the Muses63. Mrs. Burns and Mary both watched him with moist, adoring eyes, hardly breathing lest they should disturb his reverie. Gilbert stirred in his chair restlessly.
“Ye will never prosper64 unless ye give up this day[44] dreaming,” he exclaimed impatiently, rising from his chair and pacing the floor.
Robert looked up, the fire fading from his eyes, his face growing dark and forbidding. “I ken that weel, Gilbert,” he answered bitterly. “An’ I despair of ever makin’ anything of mysel’ in this world, not e’en a poor farmer. I am not formed for the bustle65 of the busy nor the flutter of the gay. I’m but an idle rhymster, a ne’er-do-weel.” He walked quickly to the window and stood dejectedly looking out into the night.
“Nay, ye’re a genius, lad,” declared old Souter emphatically, patting him affectionately on the shoulder. “I havena’ watched your erratic66 ways for nothin’, an’ I say ye’re a genius. It’s a sad thing to be a genius, Robert, an’ I sympathize wi’ ye,” and the old hypocrite shook his head dolefully as he took his seat at the fireplace.
“I’m a failure, I ken that weel. I’m a failure,” muttered Robert despairingly, his heart heavy and sad.
“Nay, laddie, ye mustna’ talk like that,’tis not right,” cried Mary, bravely keeping back the sympathetic tears from her eyes and forcing a little smile to her lips. “Ye are only twenty-five,” she continued earnestly. “An’ all your life is stretchin’ out before ye. Why, ye mustna ever think o’ failure. Ye must think only of bright, happy things, and ye’ll see how everythin’ will come out all right.[45] Noo mind that. So cheer thee, laddie, or ye’ll make us all sad on this your hame-comin’. Come, noo, look pleasant,” and she gave his arm a loving little shake. As his stern face melted into a sad smile, she laughed happily. “That’s right, laddie.” With a little encouraging nod she left him, and running to Mrs. Burns, she gave her a hug and a kiss, until the old lady’s grim features relaxed. Then like a bird she flitted to the other side of the room.
“Souter Johnny,” she saucily67 cried, “how dare ye look so mournful like. Hae ye a fit o’ the gloom, man?”
“Not a bit o’ it,” retorted Souter energetically, jumping lightly to his feet. “Will I stand on my head for ye, Mary, eh?”
Mary laughed merrily as Mrs. Burns replied in scathing68 tones, “Your brains are in your boots, noo, Souter Johnny.”
“Weel, wherever they are,” responded Souter with a quizzical smile, “they dinna’ trouble me o’er much. Weel, I think I’ll be turnin’ in noo,” he continued, stretching himself lazily. “Good-night to ye all,” and taking a candle from the dresser, he slowly left the room.
“Come, lads,’tis bedtime,” admonished69 Mrs. Burns, glancing at the old high clock that stood in the corner. “Mary, ye shall sleep with me, and, Robert, ye know where to find your bed. It hasna’ been slept in since ye left. Dinna’ forget your[46] candle, Gilbert,” she called out as he started for the door. He silently took it from her hand. “Dinna’ forget your promise,” she whispered anxiously to him as he left the room in gloomy silence.
The look on his face frightened her. There was bitterness and despair in the quick glance he gave the happy lovers, who were standing70 in the shadow of the deep window. “The lad looked fair heart-broken,” she mused sorrowfully. For a moment she looked after him, a puzzled frown on her brow. Then suddenly the truth dawned on her. How blind she had been, why hadn’t she thought of that before? The lad was in love. In love with Mary Campbell, that was the cause of his bitterness toward his brother. “Both in love with the same lass,” she murmured apprehensively71, and visions of petty meannesses, bitter discords72, between the two brothers, jealous quarrels, resulting in bloody73 strife74, perhaps; and she shuddered75 at the mental picture her uneasy mind had conjured76 up. The sooner Robert and Mary were married the sooner peace would be restored, she thought resolutely77. They could start out for themselves, go to Auld Ayr or to Dumfries. They couldn’t be much worse off there than here. And determined78 to set her mind easy before she retired79, she walked briskly toward the couple, who now sat hand in hand, oblivious80 to earthly surroundings, the soft moonlight streaming full upon their happy upturned faces. She watched them a moment in silence,[47] loath81 to break in upon their sweet communion. Presently she spoke82.
“Robert,” she called softly, “ye’d better gang to your bed noo, lad.”
With a start he came back to earth, and jumping up boyishly, replied with a happy laugh, “I forgot, mother, that I was keeping ye and Mary from your rest.” He glanced toward the recessed83 bed in the wall where his mother was wont84 to sleep. “Good-night, mither, good-night, Mary,” he said lovingly. Then taking his candle, he started for the door, but turned as his mother called his name and looked at her questioningly.
“Laddie, dinna’ think I’m meddling85 in your affairs,” she said hesitatingly, “but I’m fair curious to know when ye an’ Mary will be wed23.”
Robert looked inquiringly at Mary, who blushed and dropped her head. “Before harvest begins, mither,” he answered hopefully, “if Mary will be ready and willing. Will that suit ye, lassie?” And he looked tenderly at the drooping head, covered with its wealth of soft, glittering curls.
“I hae all my linen86 spun16 and woven,” she faltered, after a nervous silence, not daring to look at him. “Ye ken the lassies often came a rockin’ and so helped me get it done.” She raised her head and looked in his glowing face. “’Tis a very small dowry I’ll be bringin’ ye, laddie,” she added in pathetic earnestness.
He gave a little contented10 laugh. “Ye’re bringin’[48] me yoursel’, dearie,” he murmured tenderly. “What mair could any lad want. I ken I do not deserve such a bonnie sweet sonsie lassie for my wife.” He looked away thoughtfully for a moment. Then he continued with glowing eyes, “But ye mind the verse o’ the song I gave ye before I went awa’?” he said lovingly, taking her hand in his. His voice trembled with feeling as he fervently87 recited the lines:
And cursed be the cause that shall part us,
The hour and moment o’ time.”
She smiled confidingly90 up into his radiant face, then laid her little head against his breast like a tired child. “Always remember, sweetheart,” he continued softly, as if in answer to that look, “that Robbie Burns’ love for his Highland91 Mary will remain forever the tenderest, truest passion of his unworthy life.”
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