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
In twa hours after this, a man on horseback, bespattered wi' the red
loam o' the Warlocks' Glen up to the chin, arrived at my door. He cam
frae Langacres, and carried a letter, he said, for the session-clerk o'
St Fillan's. I snatched the letter frae his hands in an instant; tearin
it open wi' a' the anxiety o' a creature strugglin for his precious
reputation. It was just what I wanted. I asked the man to come in and
get some refreshment; and the very instant I had him fairly within the
house, I shut the door on him, and, mountin his swift, roan-coloured
mare, flew like lightnin to Simon Begley's. He was at hame. I handed him
the letter. He said it was just the very thing he wanted, for he
acknowledged that the public authorities had no wish to prosecute a case
involvin the ruin o' a puir man; but, until they got out the discharge
o' the private prosecutor, they had nae power to relinquish their
proceedins. He assured me that everything was now at an end, and the
sough o' the country would dree the fate o' a seven days' wonder.
CHAPTER VI.
A SUCCESSFUL ISSUE TO THE EFFORTS OF MY GENIUS.
Next day, I tauld Mrs Kennedy to dress hersel, and be ready, wi' her
bairn and her marriage-lines, to accompany me to a neighbour's house. We
departed thegither. We took the road to Langacres. I felt the necessity
here o' the maist inordinate caution--for I never could have been
answerable for the effects o' my bein seen at a distance, walkin in my
ordinary, erect, bauld, and somewhat martial manner, upon the house o' a
jaundiced invalid, wha possessed the idea that I had already assaulted,
and endeavoured to abduct his dochter. He might, in the first place,
either be placed in a situation o' intense fear and alarm--prejudicial,
if not fatal, to an invalid--or he might fire upon me from the windows,
wi' ane o' his auld sportin guns, for he was ance a great sportsman. At
same time it was necessary to conceal Mrs Kennedy, in case she might hae
been recognised by her faithless spouse. We took, therefore, a
circuitous route, under the cover o' a wood, that led up to the kitchen
door. The moment I entered, the women in the kitchen began to scream and
flee awa; but I soon shewed them I was perfectly canny, and even got the
length o' bein allowed to daut ane o' them (but she was a little
advanced in life) on the back. I was nae langer impeded in my endeavour
to see Mr Gilbert Walker, whom I discovered in an arm-chair, as yellow
as saffron, and as cankered as a nettle. He tried to start up when I
entered; but, heaven be praised! his jaundice sune brought him to his
seat again.
"I am come, sir," said I, "in a matter o' the maist interest in nature
to you and your dochter May."
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