Clergy -- Fiction; Love stories; Scotland -- Fiction
Hendry, who had gone to the door, returned now with the information
that Mr. Dishart had left the manse two hours ago to pay visits,
meaning to come to the prayer-meeting before he returned home.
"There's a quirk in this, Hendry," said Tosh. "Was it Mistress Dishart
the laddie saw?"
[Illustration: "THE CONSULTATION OF THE ELDERS."]
"No," Hendry replied. "It was Jean. She canna get to the meeting
because the mistress is nervous in the manse by herself; and Jean
didna like to tell her that he's missing, for fear o' alarming her.
What are we to do now?"
"He's an unfaithful shepherd," cried the precentor, while Hendry again
went out. "I see it written on the walls."
"I dinna," said Spens doggedly.
"Because," retorted Tammas, "having eyes you see not."
"Tammas, I aye thocht you was fond o' Mr. Dishart."
"If my right eye were to offend me," answered the precentor, "I would
pluck it out. I suppose you think, and baith o' you farmers too, that
there's no necessity for praying for rain the nicht? You'll be
content, will ye, if Mr. Dishart just drops in to the kirk some day,
accidental-like, and offers up a bit prayer?"
"As for the rain," Spens said, triumphantly, "I wouldna wonder though
it's here afore the minister. You canna deny, Peter Tosh, that there's
been a smell o' rain in the air this twa hours back."
"John," Peter said agitatedly, "dinna speak so confidently. I've kent
it," he whispered, "since the day turned; but it wants to tak' us by
surprise, lad, and so I'm no letting on."
"See that you dinna make an idol o' the rain," thundered Whamond.
"Your thochts is no wi' Him, but wi' the clouds; and whaur your
thochts are, there will your prayers stick also."
"If you saw my lambs," Tosh began; and then, ashamed of himself, said,
looking upward, "He holds the rain in the hollow of His hand."
"And He's closing His neive ticht on't again," said the precentor
solemnly. "Hearken to the wind rising!"
"God help me!" cried Tosh, wringing his hands. "Is it fair, think
you," he said, passionately addressing the sky, "to show your wrath
wi' Mr. Dishart by ruining my neeps?"
"You were richt, Tammas Whamond," Spens said, growing hard as he
listened to the wind, "the sanctuary o' the Lord has been profaned
this nicht by him wha should be the chief pillar o' the building."
They were lowering brows that greeted Hendry when he returned to say
that Mr. Dishart had been seen last on the hill with the Glen Quharity
dominie.
"Some thinks," said the kirk officer, "that he's awa hunting for Rob
Dow."
"Nothing'll excuse him," replied Spens, "short o' his having fallen
over the quarry."
Hendry's was usually a blank face, but it must have looked troubled
now, for Tosh was about to say, "Hendry, you're keeping something
back," when the precentor said it before him.
"Wi' that story o' Mr. Dishart's murder, no many hours auld yet," the
kirk officer replied evasively, "we should be wary o' trusting
gossip."
"What hae you heard?"
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