Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely RomanceMacDonald, George
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Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance
MacDonald, George
Christian fiction; Highlands (Scotland) -- Fiction
Never surely did household, even in Scotland, live upon less! Cosmo
had to watch Grizzie to know that she ate at all, and once came
nearly to the conclusion that she ate only dry meal.
He would have had his father take his grandmother’s room now she
was gone, but he would not leave the one he had last occupied with
his wife. From that he would go, he said, as she had gone. So Cosmo
took his grandmother’s, and there wrote and read--and when his
father could not, in the very cold weather, leave his bed, was
within the call of the slightest knock upon his floor. But every
now and then, when the cold would abate a little, the laird would
revive, and hope grow strong in the mind of his son: his father was
by no means an old man yet, he would persuade himself, and might be
intended to live many years; and thereupon he would set to work
with fresh vigour. But it is hard to labour without encouragement,
or apparent prospect of result.
Many a time did the Gracies go without milk that they might send
for the laird the little their cow gave; but, though Cosmo never
refused their kindness, as indeed he had no right, it went to his
heart that the two old people should go without what was as needful
for them as for his father. Mr. Simon too would every now and then
send something from his house or from the village--oftener than
Cosmo knew, for he had taken Grizzie into his confidence, and she
was discreet. But now at length fell a heavenly crumb to keep the
human sparrows picking.
The schoolmaster at the Muir, he who had behaved so insolently to
the Warlocks, father and son, had returned to his duties at the end
of the _hairst-play_, but had been getting worse for some time, and
was at length unable to go on. He must therefore provide a
substitute, and Cosmo heard that he was on the outlook for one.
Now Cosmo knew that, if he had desired to be made
parish-schoolmaster, the influence of Lord Lick-my-loof would have
been too strong against him, but it seemed possible that his old
master might have so far forgotten by-gones as to be willing to
employ him. He went to him therefore the same hour, and being shown
into the room where he sat wrapt in blankets, laid before him his
petition.
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