But to stand free: to keep the mind at brood
On life's deep meaning, nature's altitude
Of loveliness, and time's mysterious ways;
Out of our eyes, considering only this,
What man, what life, what love, what beauty is,
This is to live and win the final praise.
—ABCHIBALD LAMPMAN.
Upon his return home, Scotty went out behind the house to work off some of his superfluous2 mirth upon the woodpile. He had flung aside his coat and was swinging his axe3 vigorously, when, with the quickness of the rural eye which always spies an approaching figure, he noticed a man turn in from the highway and walk briskly up the snowy lane. The boy gave a low whistle; his face grew dark with anger. It was the new master! He had found out the condition of the school then, and had come to report to his grandparents. McAllister at his worst was better than this fellow, for McAllister was no sneak4. But even in his anger, he chuckled5 mischievously6 when he considered what an exhibition Monteith would surely make of himself if he attempted to lodge7 complaints with Big Malcolm against his grandson.
But instead of turning up the path to the door, the new master followed the track that led round the house under the Silver Maple8.
At first Scotty was of a mind to dodge9 round the woodpile and escape; but he was too late; Monteith had already caught sight of him; so he waited, sullen10 and defiant11.
The new master lost no time in making his errand known.
"I came to offer an apology, Ralph Stanwell," he said gravely, "for what I said concerning your name. I found out my mistake only this afternoon."
"I hope you will accept an explanation, though it does not at all atone13 for what I said," continued the schoolmaster earnestly. "I am truly ashamed of myself for making such a stupid blunder."
Scotty squirmed in embarrassment14. He had never in his life witnessed any such dignified15 reparation of a wrong, and in contrast, his own late conduct looked childish and almost barbarous.
"Oh, it will not matter, whatever," he stammered16 abruptly17, and in a manner much more ungracious than his feelings warranted.
"But it does matter very much. It was no way for one man to speak to another."
Scotty experienced a glow of mingled18 pride and shame; the new master considered him a man then, and he had not played the man's part! "But, you see," continued Monteith, "I felt so sure. It was your Highland19 accent, and your—your general MacDonald appearance that to my ignorance made your statement unbelievable."
The schoolmaster had unwittingly struck the right chord.
"Won't you shake hands, then, and let me feel I am quite forgiven?"
But Scotty did not put out his hand; he stood shifting from one foot to the other, looking down at the heap of chips.
"Knowing what?"
"That we—that I would be making the schoolhouse worse than ever?"
There was a sudden light in Monteith's eyes that would have surely convinced Scotty, had he seen it, of the new master's ability to smile.
"Well, perhaps that will help to even things up a little," he said brightly. "Come, are you willing to call it quits?"
Scotty put out his big hand swiftly, and felt it caught in a strong bony grip. And as their hands met Monteith's stern face suddenly broke out into an unexpected smile, a smile so brilliant and kindly22 that the boy felt it illuminate23 his whole being, and from that moment he was the new master's friend.
"And now," said the man, suddenly becoming grave again, "will you tell me how you come to have two names? How does a Highland Scot like you happen to have such a name as Stanwell?"
"It would be my father's," he answered simply, "but I would always be living here with my grandfather, and I was always called MacDonald."
"Ralph Stanwell, Ralph Stanwell," repeated the schoolmaster ruminatingly, "I've heard that name before. Why, yes; I wonder if you are any relation to the Captain Ralph Stanwell I once met in Toronto. The name is not common."
"My father died there, and my mother, too," was the answer.
The new master stared. "Surely, surely," he was saying, half to himself, "it couldn't be possible; but his wife's name was MacDonald too! And Herbert always said the child died!"
Under the man's steady gaze Scotty fidgeted with his axe in combined amazement and embarrassment.
"Was your father's second name Everett?"
"Yes, and that will be mine, too."
The new master stared harder.
"Well, well, well," he muttered, "I wonder if he knows!"
The boy stood lost in a wild speculation26. By some queer trick of memory he was back once more in Store Thompson's shop, a little curly-headed fellow, and felt a man's kind, playful hand upon his curls; and at the sound of his name saw a smiling face grow suddenly grave with amazement, fear and defiance27 chasing one another across it. How was it that, all through his life, his English name seemed always to produce consternation28?
"I beg your pardon," he said hastily, "your name called up some old memories. And now, I must be going." He held out his hand again. "Good-bye, and I thank you for your generosity30."
"But—but you will not be leaving without your supper!" cried Scotty aghast.
"Thank you, but your grandparents are not expecting me, and——"
Scotty stared. "But what difference would that be making?" he asked artlessly. "It will be all the better." The new master smiled again at the unconscious hospitality of the remark, and this time accepted the invitation. Scotty instantly flung aside his axe, and led the way around to the door.
Monteith had already learned to expect a warm greeting from the inhabitants of the Oro Highlands, but he had yet to experience a true Scottish-Canadian welcome, and was almost overwhelmed by the one he received in the old house under the Silver Maple.
Big Malcolm met him at the door and made him welcome in a manner that somehow made the guest feel that the old man owned the whole township of Oro and was laying it at his feet. Mrs. MacDonald drew him up to the fire, bewailing the long cold walk he had had, and pulling off his overcoat, calling all the while for Scotty to run and put more wood in the stove that she might make a fresh cup of tea. Hamish came hurrying up from the barn to shake the guest's hand and make him welcome yet again, and even Sport, Bruce's successor, leaped round him, barking joyously31, as though he understood that the arrival of a visitor was the best possible thing that could happen.
Then, there was Old Farquhar, still cackling incoherent Gaelic from the chimney corner. Before the visitor had got the snow swept from his feet the old man inquired if he had read Ossian's poems, and finding him in the depths of ignorance regarding that great bard32, turned his back upon him in disgust, and for the remainder of the afternoon snored grumpily.
The hostess explained apologetically, as she brought the new master a steaming cup of tea, that indeed poor Farquhar was the nice, kind body, but he had had the toothache all last night and would be terrible set on Ossian.
Mrs. MacDonald was growing too old for the household cares devolving upon her, and Scotty being her chief help, the housekeeping did not at all compare with what Monteith was accustomed to in his boarding place at Store Thompson's. But he was conscious of no lack in the dingy33 old house. He recognised the inherent refinement34 of Mrs. MacDonald's nature, and bowed to it; he knew Big Malcolm for a gentleman the moment he spoke35; and he saw, too, something of the mystic in Hamish. For in later years there had grown an expression in Hamish's kind brown eyes which the schoolmaster understood—the look of a soul that has longed to soar, but has been kept down by narrow limitations.
Then the supper was spread upon the table, and it was all the visitor could desire; porridge in brown bowls, smoking and fragrant36, sweet white bread, and bannocks with plenty of maple syrup37. And afterwards, when the supper was cleared away, and Scotty and Hamish had finished the milking, they all gathered about the stove, which now stood in front of the old discarded fireplace. First the schoolmaster had to tell of his life and lineage, during which recital38 he proved his Scottish blood to everyone's satisfaction. There did not seem to be much to tell of his past doings, though in response to the simple, kindly questionings, he gave it all. He had been born in Scotland and was quite alone in Canada, except for Captain Herbert, who was an old friend, and whose wife had been a distant relative. He had studied law for some years, but his health had failed before his course was completed. Then he had knocked about the world a good deal, and had come north at Captain Herbert's advice to see if the Oro air would not do him good.
"Indeed, and it will that!" Big Malcolm declared heartily39. "Jist you eat plenty o' pork and oatmeal porridge and you'll be a new man in no time. Hoots40, when we would be coming here first folk would never be sick like now-a-days; and indeed it wasn't often a man died except a tree would be falling on him, whatever."
"Those must have been fine times," said the schoolmaster smilingly; and thereupon his host and hostess launched into long tales of the old days, when the forest came up to the door, and of those older and happier days in the homeland across the sea.
Big Malcolm and his wife lived much in the past now, and, when the guest displayed a kindly interest in their history, they opened their hearts even to speak of Callum, their light-hearted, bright Callum, whose end had been so untimely. The schoolmaster heard also the manner of his death; how it had brought the great preacher, and how in the double grave in the Glen by the river one of the Fighting MacDonalds, at least, had buried all his feuds41. And they told him, too, of their only daughter, the beautiful little Margaret, who had been Scotty's mother. Monteith asked many questions concerning her, and Scotty listened eagerly, but his new friend offered no explanation of his interest.
When it was time to depart, Big Malcolm was for insisting that he should spend the night with them; but when he declared that he must return to the Glen, or Mrs. Thompson would be worried, his hostess seized the teapot again, and another supper was spread out, of which the guest had perforce to partake before leaving.
That finished, Big Malcolm reverently42 laid aside his bonnet43, and Scotty brought him the old yellow-leaved Bible. The old man read the 103d Psalm44 in a triumphant45 tone that showed he had passed all his temptations and trials, and now in a serene46 old age his soul blessed the Lord for His guidance.
And then they sang a Psalm, Old Farquhar coming out from his corner to join them. They sang it in English, in deference47 to the guest's lack of Gaelic, and the brown rafters rang to the solemn old Scottish tune48 in harmony with the beautiful words:
"Oh, taste and see that God is good:
Who trusts in Him is bless'd!"
And listening, the man of the world experienced a vague sensation of something like regretful envy. Had he not, in his broader life, missed some uplifting joy, some great blessing49 in which these old people rejoiced?
While Monteith was taking a lingering farewell and promising50 a speedy return, Scotty went to a corner and lit the lantern, and in spite of the schoolmaster's protests, insisted upon accompanying him for a mile to show him the short road across the swamp.
The two walked side by side along the snowy path, the lantern flashing fitfully amongst the bare branches and dark boles of the trees. Monteith chatted away pleasantly, but Scotty answered only in monosyllables. He was employed in making desperate efforts to bring about some allusion51 to the condition of the schoolhouse. But the new master seemed to have totally forgotten school affairs, and when they came to the end of the forest path and stood upon the Glenoro road, saying good-night, this strange man had not in the smallest way recurred52 to the shameful53 subject. Scotty was in despair. "It would be a fool's trick we were doing!" he burst forth54, as Monteith held out his hand in farewell, "if we could jist be having another day——" He stopped overcome.
The new master did not seem to need an explanation of this apparently55 irrelevant56 speech. "Could you fix it all up in one day?" he inquired in a business-like manner.
"Oh, yes!" Scotty gasped eagerly, "easy."
"All right, we'll take to-morrow; I'll come over and help you. Good-night!"
Number Nine learned during the following week that for some inexplicable59 reason the MacDonalds, whose hand had hitherto been against every other man's hand, were on the side of the new master, and that anyone who gave him trouble was courting dire60 calamities61 at the hands of Big Malcolm's Scot. As a direct result the fiat62 went forth that Dan Murphy, and consequently all his generation, also approved of the new rule. Subsequently the Tenth announced its neutrality; and from that time the new era, which had arisen at the building of the church in the social world of the Oro valley, dawned in the schoolhouse too, and the land had rest from war.
To no one did the new dispensation bring greater things than to Scotty. Ever since the days when all knowledge and wisdom could be extracted, by persistent63 questionings, from Hamish, he had experienced an unslakable thirst for books. He had been much more fortunate in finding reading material than his uncle had been, for Captain Herbert's library was always at Scotty's disposal. Every summer and winter Isabel came to Kirsty's laden64 with books, and what feasts she and Scotty had reading under the boughs65 of the Silver Maple or before Kirsty's fire! Dickens, Scott, Thackeray, Macaulay—they devoured66 them all; and once, by mistake, she had brought some books by a wonderful man named Carlyle, which she declared were dreadfully stupid, but which Scotty found strangely fascinating, though somewhat beyond his understanding.
But Isabel had been away at school for more than a year now, and though she wrote Scotty voluminous letters, which he answered at shamefully67 long intervals68, and only when Kirsty's reproaches goaded69 him to the effort, she had almost entirely70 passed out of his life.
So when there had been no more books to read he had turned his restless energies into less profitable channels. But now, here were not only books of all kinds, but a man ready and willing to interpret them. Scotty heard no more of the sentence of expulsion, and with the energy that characterised everything he did, he plunged71 headlong into a course of study far beyond any public school curriculum. Monteith was first amazed, then delighted, and lastly found he had to set himself severe tasks to keep sufficiently72 ahead of his pupil.
And in return for his pains Scotty gave an allegiance to his master that had in it something of homage73. Not the gay, reckless Callum was his hero now, but this quiet, self-controlled gentleman. Unconsciously the boy copied him in every particular, and unquestioningly adopted his opinions. Monteith had seen the world, had lived in cities, and even in that magic land, "the old country," and surely he should be an authority. Scotty early learned that the new master despised the tavern74, not quite in the way Store Thompson and the minister and his grandfather did, as a force of evil, but in lofty scorn of its lowness.
In consequence the boy was never found hanging about its doors any more. And though the teacher said nothing about his religious views, the pupil soon learned and adopted them too. Monteith treated all creeds75 with a good-natured tolerance77. The Bible, he declared, was a grand piece of literature, and he liked to go to church because Mr. Cameron's sermons gave him some intellectual stimulus78. Religion he characterised chiefly as an emotion. A man needed only common sense to show him how to live, he declared. Scotty felt that this was the creed76 for him; he had come under Monteith's control at a period when he was in revolt against all earlier restraint and rejoiced in the feeling of independence which the new belief brought.
The two soon became fast friends in their common pursuit of learning. When the second winter came, and Scotty had become too old for school, he and Monteith studied together in the long evenings, and each month of companionship served to deepen their friendship. But in spite of their intimacy79 the boy never elicited80 any explanation of his friend's strange behaviour when he first realised that Scotty's name was Stanwell. Monteith was always careful to call him Ralph, but he forebore from any allusion to the subject; and as the days went happily on the matter dropped from the boy's thoughts.
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