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
"Mercy on me!" said Cubby to himself, when Carey went out, "what am I to
do? I canna remove thae kists, an' whar can I tak them. My secret's oot;
an', whether that callant tells Sleuthie or no, it's clear I canna keep
langer this siller in a thatched cottage. Let me see--buy Cubbertscroft,
the property o' the freens o' my mither, whase name I bear? Aften hae I
heard her say, puir cratur! that she couldna live an' see Cubbertscroft
sauld and gien awa to strangers; and noo that is aboot to be--at a time,
too, when, strange to say! my dochter is married to a Cubbert--the
callant's no far wrang. The banes o' my wife an' bairn, wham I couldna
find in my heart to bury, hae kept my gowd lang safe frae the ee o' my
dochter; but they may noo lead Sleuthie to my coffers. What's to be
done? My gowd! my gowd! I canna part wi' ye; for ye are dearer to me
than my heart's blude! But, if it wad pain me to gie ye awa for land
whilk has nae king's face on't, what wad I feel to hae ye taen frae me
by force! I canna bear that thought. Buy Cubbertscroft! Cubby Grindstane
gie awa his gowd for Cubbertscroft!--awfu thought! But it was my
mither's wish--an' better land than naething. I maun think mair on't."
Carey called next day, and again laid before the old man the danger of
not complying with his request. Cubby himself had been shaken fearfully
during the night with the terror of losing altogether his wealth; and
the arguments of Carey almost decided him. He said he would consider
again of it, and if he came to the conclusion of buying Cubbertscroft,
he would be at the place of sale on the day and hour appointed. Carey
left him, and continued his watch at night. About twelve o'clock he
observed a cart and a horse standing at the door of the cottage; and
when all the inhabitants of the village were at rest, he observed the
miser carrying out his coffers and placing them on the cart. He allowed
him to proceed. The cart was loaded; and, in a short time, he saw it
take the road to Dumfries. He followed close behind, and was surprised
to find that Cubby drove straight up to the house of the cashier of the
principal bank of the town. By knocking hard, he roused the servants; in
a little time the banker came out, the cart was unloaded, and a
transaction finished.
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