The Cornhill Magazine (vol. XLII, no. 250 new series, April 1917) — John Shaqi
The Cornhill Magazine (vol. XLII, no. 250 new series, April 1917)Various
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The Cornhill Magazine (vol. XLII, no. 250 new series, April 1917)
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
Jimmy looked at his father, who made no sign, and afterwards at Euphie
with a shamefaced air. She did not speak, but gave him a quiet, friendly
smile that offended Moir. It was not for nothing he had disowned his son,
and now the women had, without asking a question, re-instated him. Janet
helped the lad to take off his wet coat, which he dropped upon the floor,
and then, after telling Euphie to bring hot water, took him away.
Euphie sat down silently when she returned, and Moir, who disliked
untidiness, picked up the coat and, after washing the sleeve, hung it
near the door. By and by mother and son came back, but Jimmy now wore a
different suit that Moir remembered. It was an old one he had once left
behind, but Janet had cleaned and pressed it and kept it for three years.
Moir began to realise that he did not know his wife yet. He turned to
Euphie when Jimmy sat down without looking at him.
‘It’s getting late and ye’d be better at home,’ he said.
‘No,’ she answered with firm quietness. ‘I was promised to Jimmy and I’ll
hear what he has to tell.’
Moir made a sign of acquiescence and gave his son a stern commanding look.
‘What brought ye here?’ he asked.
‘I was hurt and had nowhere else to go,’ Jimmy answered in a strained
voice. ‘I only want shelter for a few hours; not to stay.’
‘How did ye get hurt?’
‘A Territorial stopped me at a gate. He tore my arm with his bayonet, but
the cut’s not very deep.’
‘Ye were hard put to it when ye tried to pass the soldier,’ Moir remarked.
‘I had to pass him. It was very dark, and there was a hole in the dyke
not far off. I thought the others were after me.’
‘What ithers? But ye’ll go back and begin at the first o’ it. I sent ye
the price o’ a third-class passage to Canada. Why did ye not go?’
‘The money was stolen.’
‘Ay,’ said Moir grimly, ‘I will not ask ye where! Gang on.’
Jimmy hesitated, but pulled himself together and told his tale. Soon
after he was left penniless and disgraced, he found a friend in Fritz,
one of the boon companions who had brought about his downfall. Fritz
lent him a few small sums and by and by took him to see another man, who
sent him to Leith. Jimmy did not mention what he did there, but stated
awkwardly that he had got in too deep to draw back when he found out what
his employer’s business really was. Then he stopped and said his arm was
hurting him. The women looked puzzled, but Moir’s face set like flint.
‘So ye stayed and helped the Gairman spies!’
There was silence for a few moments. Euphie’s face was flushed and she
fixed her eyes on the fire, while Janet nervously moved her hands.
‘Weel,’ Moir resumed, ‘ye can noo tell us how ye cam’ to visit this pairt
o’ the country.’
Jimmy roused himself with an effort and went on in a low voice: ‘I came
with them in the car now and then, by the old green road; you see I knew
the way. They met another party at the waterfoot by Barennan Sands.’
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