Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"There was a servant lass, in the parish of Penpont, who had the
hardihood not only to refuse me payment, but actually to aver that she
owed me not a farthing, that she had already paid me, and would not pay
me twice over. True, she had no receipt for the money; but then I was in
the habit of receiving money without giving or being asked for any
receipt whatever. What was to be done? There had been no witnesses of
the transaction. Was I to sit quietly down, not only under the loss, but
under the suspicion that I was capable of charging twice for the same
purchase? I, at last, after much meditation, devised and carried into
effect the following method of recovery. I shut myself up in a room, in
the village of Penpont, for a day or two, and took care to have it
noised abroad, by means of a boy whom I had bribed into the secret,
first, that I had been taken suddenly and extremely ill, and lastly,
that I had died. This report I took particular care to have conveyed to
the ears of my fair debtor. She resided about two miles from the
village. In a day or two, my messenger repaired to the lady, averring
that I had left him, being a near relative, my heir, and that he had
found a debt due by her in my books, which debt he requested her to
liquidate incontinent. To this proposal Tibby opposed words and actions
of the most disdainful and reproachful character, calling my agent many
bad names, and at last setting him to the door by actual violence. In
the meantime, knowing what was likely to occur, I hove in sight, at the
further extremity of a grass field, in full uniform, with my well-known
pack on my back, and my yard-wand in my hand.
"'Aweel,' says Sandy, 'if ye winna pay, I canna help it; but there
_he's_ coming to speak to you _himsel_. So ye can e'en settle the
business atwixt ye.'
"'The Lord forbid!' exclaimed Tibby, looking towards my approach, with
staring eyes, and limbs trembling like an aspen leaf--'The Lord Almighty
forbid, Sandy! Come here! come here! Wait a moment till I get the key of
my trunk! Here, here! there's the money, every shilling, and see ye
letna the awfu' dead creature come ony nearer us.'
"And thus I recovered my just debt, and afforded a source of much
good-humoured merriment to the neighbourhood for many days afterwards."
CHAPTER II.
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