Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 07
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"Quite so," replied Jeanie--and she slipped half-a-crown into his
hand--"and there's your arles; but ye'll be minded better ere ye leave
us."
"My word, no an ill beginnin," quoth the musician, looking with
well-affected delight at the coin, and afterwards putting it carefully
into his pocket. "But ye could hae gien me a far mair acceptable arles
than half-a-crown," he added, "and no been a penny the poorer either."
"What's that?" said Jeanie, laughing and blushing at the same time, and
more than half guessing, from the looks of the _pawky_ fiddler, what was
meant.
"Why, my bonny leddie," he replied, "jist a kiss o' that pretty little
mou o' yours."
"Oh, ye gowk!" exclaimed Jeanie, with a roguish glance at her humble
gallant; for, disguised as he was, he was not able to conceal a very
handsome person, nor the very agreeable expression of a set of
remarkably fine features--qualities which did not escape the vigilance
of the female eye that was now scanning their possessor. Nor would we
say that these qualities were viewed with total indifference, or without
producing their effect, even although they did belong to a fiddler.
"Oh, ye gowk!" said Jeanie; "wha ever heard o' a fiddler preferring a
kiss to half-a-crown?"
"But _I_ do, though," replied the disguised knight; "and I'll gie ye
yours back again for't."
"The mair fule you," exclaimed Jeanie, rushing away towards the house,
and leaving the fiddler to make out the remainder of the way by himself.
On reaching the house, the musician was ushered into the kitchen, where
a plentiful repast was instantly set before him, by the kind and
considerate hospitality of Jeanie, who, not contented with her guest's
making a hearty meal at table, insisted on his pocketing certain pieces
of cheese, cold meat, &c., which were left. These the fiddler steadily
refused; but Jeanie would take no denial, and with her own hands crammed
them into his capacious pockets, which, after the operation, stuck out
like a well-filled pair of saddle-bags. But there was no need for any
one who might be curious to know what they contained, to look into them
for that purpose. Certain projecting bones of mutton and beef, which it
was found impossible to get altogether out of sight, sufficiently
indicated their contents. Of this particular circumstance, however--we
mean the projection of the bones from the pockets--we must observe, the
owner of the said pockets was not aware, otherwise, we daresay, he would
have been a little more positive in rejecting the provender which
Jeanie's warmheartedness and benevolence had forced upon him.
Be this as it may, however, so soon as the musician had finished his
repast, he took fiddle in hand, and opened the evening with a slow
pathetic Scottish air, which he played so exquisitely that Jeanie's eye
filled with a tear, as she listened in raptures to the sweet but
melancholy turns of the affecting tune.
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