White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
’No, I’m no,’ she answered confidently. ’I ken what I’m saying as weel
as most folk. Oh, I’ve heard some o’ the best o’ them—no at the Harmony
Club, for they’re too high and mighty to let women bodies in—but at the
City Hall concerts and in the theatres; and I’ve got a good enough ear,
too; I ken what’s what; and I ken if my cousin Ronald were to stand up
at the Saturday Evening Concerts, and sing the song he sung in this very
room last night, I tell ye he would take the shine out o’ some o’ them!’
’He micht gie us a screed now,’ Mr. Laidlaw suggested—his somewhat
lack-lustre eyes going from his hostess to Ronald.
’Faith, no!’ Ronald said, laughing, ’there’s been ower great a flourish
beforehand. The fact is, Mrs. Menzies here——’
’I thought I telled ye my name was Kate?’ she said sharply.
’Kate, Cat, or Kitten, then, as ye like, woman, what I mean to say is
that ower long a grace makes the porridge cold. Some other time—some
other time, lass.’
’Ay, and look here, Mr. Jaap,’ continued the widow, who was determined
that her cousin’s superior qualifications should not be hidden, ’ye are
aye complaining that ye canna get anything but trash to set your tunes
to. Well, here’s my cousin; I dinna ken if he still keeps at the trade,
but as a laddie he could just write ye anything ye liked right aff the
reel, and as good as Burns, or better. There’s your chance now.
Everybody says your music’s jist splendid—and the choruses taken up in a
meenit—but you just ask Ronald there to gie ye something worth while
making a song o’.’
Now not only did the old man express his curiosity to see some of
Ronald’s work in this way, and also the gratification it would give him
to set one of his songs to music, but Ronald was likewise well pleased
with the proposal. His own efforts in adapting tunes to his verses he
knew were very amateurish; and would it not be a new sensation—a little
pride commingled with the satisfaction perhaps—to have one of his songs
presented with an original air all to itself, and perhaps put to the
test of being sung before some more or less skilled audience? He knew
he had dozens to choose from; some of them patriotic, others convivial,
others humorous in a kind of way: from any of these the musician was
welcome to select as he liked. The love songs about Meenie were a class
apart.
And now that they had got away from the thrashed-out straw of politics
to more congenial themes, these three curiously assorted boon-companions
proved to be extremely pleasant and good-natured fellows; and when, at
length, they said it was time for them to be off to the musical club,
they cordially invited Ronald to accompany them. He was nothing loth,
for he was curious to see the place; and if Mrs. Menzies grumbled a
little at being left alone she consoled herself by hinting that her
_protégé_ could teach them a lesson if he chose to do so.
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