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
"'Faither, I want siller for tea and sugar.'
"'Gae back to them that sent ye,' says I, 'and tell them to fare as I
do, and they'll save the tea and sugar.'
"But it is of nae use dwellin upon the subject. I did stop the supplies
most effectually. I very soon brocht Tibby to ken wha was her
bread-winner. An' when I saw that my object was accomplished, I showed
mair kindness and affection to her than ever I had dune. The bairns
became as obedient as lambs, and she soon came to say--'Peter, should I
do this thing?'--or, 'Peter, should I do that thing?' So, when I had
brocht her that far--'Tibby,' says I, 'we hae a but and a ben, and it's
grievin me to see my auld mither starvin, and left by hersel wi' naebody
to look after her. I think I'll bring her hame the morn--she'll aye be
o' use about the house--she'll can knit the bairns' stockins, or darn
them when they are out o' the heels.'
"'Weel, Peter,' said Tibby, 'I'm sure it's as little as a son can do,
and I'm perfectly agreeable.'
"I banged up--I flung my arms round Tibby's neck--'Oh! bless ye, my
dear!' says I; 'bless ye for that!--there's the key o' the kist and the
siller--from this time henceforth do wi' it what ye like.'
"Tibby grat. My mother cam hame to my house the next day. Tibby did
everything to mak her comfortable--a' the bairns ran at her bidden--and,
frae that day to this, there isna a happier man on this wide world than
Patie Crichton the bicker-maker o' Birgham."
MORTLAKE.--A LEGEND OF MERTON.
"Pray, sir, will you condescend to inform me by what title you presume
to set your foot on my grounds? Have I not already warned you; and if I
use you now severely, the blame must rest with yourself."
These words were addressed by Sir Thomas Bruce Vavasour, in an evident
state of excitement, to a young lad apparently of about nineteen, but in
reality not much above sixteen, whom he met traversing the grounds of
Merton. Tom Vallance did not condescend to inform his interrogator why
he had presumed to intrude where his presence seemed far from welcome,
or explain why, on the present occasion, he happened to have in his hand
a gun, which suspicious folks might be apt to suppose was intended to
create some little confusion among the game on this well-preserved
estate. He returned no very distinct answer; but some inarticulate
sounds issued from his mouth, which, no doubt, were intended to
deprecate the rage of the hasty and irritable baronet; but which seemed
to have the effect only of heightening his ire, as he turned round to
his keeper, who, with one of the servants, was at his back, and bade
them secure the fowling-piece with which the youth was furnished--a
command which was instantly obeyed; and the lad, not prepared for the
sudden attack, was without difficulty disarmed.
"Now, my lad," quoth Sir Thomas, "you had better be off, unless you wish
me to use violence; for I will not allow my property to be trespassed
upon, and my game destroyed, by you and the like of you."
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