'She was aal clad i' silks an' satins, like a play-actress--her bosom
gleamin' wi' jools, an' Jim was leanin' against the pianner gazin' at
her, fair drunk wiv her blandishments.
'I cuddn't stand by an' just do nowt ava, sae I let fly a yell upon
the night, "Ho-way home ti thy own lawfu' missus, an' leave that
d----d hussy alone."
'He gave a sudden start at that, an' leaps round ti the windie, claps
it ti wiv a smash, an' pulls the curtains ower it.
'Well, I kenned then by that token that it was aal ower wi' Jim. She
had him fast, an' nowt could be done, for interferin' i' them cases is
warse than useless; but I was sair, sair grieved for him an' his wee
quiet bonny-faced wife, an' I walked awa home callin' that woman aal
things I could lay my tongue ti under heaven.
'Things went gradually from warse ti warse; he neglected his work an'
avoided his wife, an' he became tarr'ble violent iv his temper, an'
nigh offered ti fight me yence when I tried ti argy wiv him upon his
foolishness. Well, the crissis comes one night when his wife follows
him ti the Prospect Hoos an' walks straight inti the drorin'-room
where him an' the other woman was. He'd just been threatened by the
viewer, d'ye see, wi' gettin' his notice if he didn't pull hisself
tegither, an' knawin' things were aaltegither wrang wiv him, he just
gans slap off ti the woman oot o' pure recklessness, for he was none
o' yo'r half an' half gentlemen, an' as he was gannin' ti the deevil,
wey, he wud gan wiv a brass band, ye ken.
'His wife comes in upon them like a ghost, an' never heedin' the other
woman, cries tiv him, haudin' oot her arms for him, "Oh, come back,
Jim, come back; divvn't break my heart!"
'Jim says nowt, but glares moodily on the ground, an' there's silence
for a bit. Then the woman begins ti laugh saftly tiv herself, eyein'
Jim's missus scornfu' like frae top ti toe standin' there, small an'
shabby-dressed an' tearfu', an', "Wey doesn't thoo gan?" says she,
"here's yo'r hooskeeper come ti fetch thoo home!" she says.
'Jim gies a start at this an' looks up wi' blazing eyes at his
temptress, then he says tiv his wife, "Gan home, Mary, gan home; this
is no a fit place for thoo," an' sae she gans awa softly, weepin' like
a desolate bairn.
'Soon as the door shuts he turns upon the other woman, an' he says
sternly, "This is the end o't, Susan; I'm gannin' awa' an' ye'll never
see me mair. You've plenty brass, an' can fend for yo'rself. I've
given thoo my life, an' I can do nae mair; sae good-bye, my lass, for
ever an' aye."
'But she rushes tiv him, an' clasps her arms roond aboot his neck an'
sweethearts him an' swears they must get married; but Jim, he puts her
quietly awa', an' wiv a stone-set face gans oot o' the hoos an'
straight for the shore.
'Tossin' his cap on ti the ground, he walks right inti the waters an'
begins swimmin' oot, right oot inti the sea, there ti droon hissel'
an' his troubles straight awa.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account