Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 19
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
Nashon’s subsequent proceedings were of the same character as those
already detailed. He attended the races in a borrowed tandem,
without hinting anything concerning the proprietorship of what was
presumed to be his own. His generosity in being the contributor of
the prize of the next steeple-chase was lauded by all those who
got a chance for winning it. Dinners followed at Eyrymount and
other places; and Nashon, following in the wake of Græme, though
sometimes leading the way, appeared to be fast hurrying to the gulf
which awaits the victims of passions whose gratification holds no
proportion to the means of supporting a dissolute life. A year
passed on, during which a great deal of money was spent by Græme,
and not a little by Nashon, whose resources from the funds he got
as executor of the proprietor of Outfieldhaugh were, however,
more than sufficient for a much greater expenditure. In the midst
of this dissipation he was repeatedly attempted to be reclaimed
by those who wished him well, and, among others, his old master,
Langbane, had many interviews with him, with a view of producing
some salutary sense of the imprudence of his conduct.
“I hae warned you,” said the old miser, “an’ my warnins are nae
beetles’ sangs i’ the auld wa’s o’ spaein wives. But the truth o’
our proverbs works out in spite o’ a’ the warnins o’ Solomon; an I
think we hae ane that says, ‘Set a beggar on horseback an’ he’ll
ride to the deevil.’ I hae seen that verified often i’ my day; and
anither o’ the same kind—‘Reek comes aye down again, however high
it flees’—is just as pithy and pertinent to your case. I never mak
an apology for gi’en a man a guid advice; because, if he taks the
poker and drives me out o’ his house, he just verifies another guid
auld sayin—‘He that comes atween a fule and his ruin, is like him
wha interferes atween a man an’ his wife—he’s sure o’ the reddin
straik.’”
“But ye needna be afraid o’ my poker, guid friend,” replied Nashon,
laughing. “I tak a’ ye hae said in guid part, though I fear ye
wadna come sae weel aff at Eyrymount.”
“I believe if I wad lend him the three thousand pounds he wants
me to advance to him,” said Langbane, with a smile, “I might say
onything I liked to him.”
“An’ will ye lend him the money?” inquired Nashon, anxiously.
“I wad rather borrow yours, were it for nae ither object than to
keep it for ye,” replied Langbane.
“A joke has sometimes mair wisdom in’t than the pulpit oration o’ a
greetin minister,” replied Nashon. “I hae nae great confidence i’
my power o’ keepin thegither the five thousand pounds I hae yet o’
my executry; an’, if Eyrymount wad tak the loan frae me, I wad tak
a mortgage owre Eyrymount as my security; but I hae guid reason to
think he winna borrow frae his ain vassal. What wad ye think o’ my
giein you the siller, an’ lettin you lend it him in your name, you
giein me an assignation to the debt.”
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