Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"If among the friends of him who had so strangely disappeared, his
intended bride felt the most acutely, it was on his brother that the
blow fell most heavily. Mary long refused to be comforted; and was only
sustained by young health, and by hopes which we all laboured to infuse
into her dejected heart; but the sickly frame of William's brother never
recovered from the shook it received. He always reflected on himself for
having parted from his brother in anger; the fate of Edward, which was
ever before his eyes, seemed to afford too natural an explanation of the
mystery of William's disappearance; and his exhausted frame yielded at
last to death, after an interval of about three years, during which his
chief solace was the society and the kind attentions of the amiable
family of Sanditofts. His last words were--
"'Whither is he gone?--what accident
Hath rapt him from us?'
"The title of his wicked cousin was contested by another claimant, which
kept matters in abeyance, else he never could have been prevented by us,
the executors, from entering into possession. At last, after a long
litigation, the case went in his favour, of which I was first informed
while engaged in the market here; and, although I had long anticipated
such a result, the impression which the intelligence made upon my mind
was most painful. At the weekly dinner, whither I repaired as usual,
from long habitude rather than inclination, I felt feverish and
uncomfortable; an insatiable thirst made me drink rather more than my
wont, and in the course of the evening I sank into a heavy bilious
slumber. How long I remained in that state I know not. But I remember
well, that, feeling a hand laid on my arm, which kept tightening its
grasp till it awoke me, I turned to my next neighbour, who was staring
as if at some object of terror; and that, following his affrighted look,
I beheld William sitting before me, with features wasted, care-worn, and
wofully sad, and in the well-remembered attitude in which I had seen
him, a little before his strange disappearance. Confounded, incapable of
speech and action, did I remain for some time. At length, having caught
his eye, we both started up together.
"'William,' cried I, 'can this be really you?--O man! where hae ye been
a' this time?'
"'Mary! Mary!' cried he; 'tell me about her!'
"I told him that she was alive and well.
"'But, but!' said he.
"'She is still unmarried,' said I, 'and as devoted to you as ever, which
is more than you were entitled to expect, after having left her in the
manner you did.'
"'I have been a prisoner,' said he, in a mournful tone, 'in a land of
which till lately I knew not the name, and I was carried away by force.'
"Amid exclamations of wrath, which came from all parts of the room, and
the tumultuous flocking of his old friends around him, his voice was
again heard.
"'And my brother?' said he; 'tell me also about him.'
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