Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"But there is ae thing that grieves me beyond a' that I hae mentioned to
ye. Ye ken my mither, puir auld body, is a widow now. She is in the
seventy-sixth year o' her age, and very frail. She has naebody to look
after her but me--naebody that has a natural right to do it; for I never
had ony brothers, as ye ken; and, as for my twa sisters, I daresay they
have just a sair aneugh fecht wi' their ain families, and as they are at
a distance, I dinna ken how they are situated wi' their guidmen--though
I maun say for them, they send her a stane o' oatmeal, an ounce o'
tobacco, or a pickle tea and sugar, now and then, which is very likely
as often as they hae it in their power; and that is a great deal mair
than I'm _allowed_ to do for her--me that has a right to protect and
maintain her. A' that she has to support her is fifteenpence a-week aff
the parish o' Mertoun. O Robin, man!--Robin, man!--my heart rugs within
me, when I talk to you about this. A' that I hae endured is naething to
it! To see my puir auld mither in a state o' starvation, and no to be
allowed to gie her a saxpence! O Robin, man!--Robin, man!--is it no
awfu'? When she was first left destitute, and a widow, I tried to break
the maiter to Tibby, and to reason wi' her.
"'O Tibby, woman!' said I, 'I'm very distressed. Here's my faither laid
in the grave, and I dinna see what's to come o' my mither, puir
body--she is auld, and she is frail--she has naebody to look after or
provide for her but me.'
"'You!' cried Tibby--'you! I wush ye wad mind what ye are talkin about!
Ye have as many dougs, I can tell ye, as ye hae banes to pike! Let your
mither do as ither widows hae done afore her--let the parish look after
her.'
"'O Tibby, woman!' said I; 'but if ye'll only consider--the parish money
is very sma', and, puir body, it will mak her heart sair to receive a
penny o't; for she weel kens that my faither would rather hae dee'd in a
ditch than been behauden to either a parish or an individual for a
saxpence.'
"'An' meikle they hae made by their pride,' said Tibby. 'I wush ye wud
haud your tongue.'
"'Ay, but Tibby,' says I, for I was nettled mair than I durst show it,
'but she has been a guid mother to me, and ye ken yoursel that she's no
been an ill _guid-mother_ to ye. She never stood in the way o' you an'
me comin thegither, though I was paying six shillings a-week into the
house.'
"'And what am I obliged to her for that?' interrupted my Jezebel.
"'I dinna ken, Tibby,' says I; 'but it's a hard thing for a son to see a
mother in want, when he can assist her. Now, it isna meikle she
takes--she never was used wi' dainties; and, if I may just tak her hame,
little will serve her, and her meat will ne'er be missed.'
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