Historical Novels & Novellas of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Arthur Conan Doyle

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      “I heard that it was expected.”

      “Ah! then it must have been him that I met on the muir.”

      “What! you met Jim Horscroft?”

      “I am sure it must be he. A splendid-looking man—a hero, with curly black hair, a short, straight nose, and grey eyes. He had shoulders like a statue, and as to height, why, I suppose that your head, Jack, would come up to his scarf-pin.”

      “Up to his ear, Edie!” said I indignantly. “That is, if it was Jim. But tell me. Had he a brown wooden pipe stuck in the corner of his mouth?”

      “Yes, he was smoking. He was dressed in grey, and he has a grand deep strong voice.”

      “Ho, ho! you spoke to him!” said I.

      She coloured a little, as if she had said more than she meant.

      “I was going where the ground was a little soft, and he warned me of it,” she said.

      “Ah! it must have been dear old Jim,” said I. “He should have been a doctor years back, if his brains had been as strong as his arm. Why, heart alive, here is the very man himself!”

      I had seen him through the kitchen window, and now I rushed out with my half-eaten bannock in my hand to greet him. He ran forward too, with his great hand out and his eyes shining.

      “Ah! Jock,” he cried, “it’s good to see you again. There are no friends like the old ones.”

      Then suddenly he stuck in his speech, and stared with his mouth open over my shoulder. I turned, and there was Edie, with such a merry, roguish smile, standing in the door. How proud I felt of her, and of myself too, as I looked at her!

      “This is my cousin, Miss Edie Calder, Jim,” said I.

      “Do you often take walks before breakfast, Mr. Horscroft?” she asked, still with that roguish smile.

      “Yes,” said he, staring at her with all his eyes.

      “So do I, and generally over yonder,” said she. “But you are not very hospitable to your friend, Jack. If you do not do the honours, I shall have to take your place for the credit of West Inch.”

      Well, in another minute we were in with the old folk, and Jim had his plate of porridge ladled out for him; but hardly a word would he speak, but sat with his spoon in his hand staring at Cousin Edie. She shot little twinkling glances across at him all the time, and it seemed to me that she was amused at his backwardness, and that she tried by what she said to give him heart.

      “Jack was telling me that you were studying to be a doctor,” said she. “But oh, how hard it must be, and how long it must take before one can gather so much learning as that!”

      “It takes me long enough,” Jim answered ruefully; “but I’ll beat it yet.”

      “Ah! but you are brave. You are resolute. You fix your eyes on a point and you move on towards it, and nothing can stop you.”

      “Indeed, I’ve little to boast of,” said he. “Many a one who began with me has put up his plate years ago, and here am I but a student still.”

      “That is your modesty, Mr. Horscroft. They say that the bravest are always humble. But then, when you have gained your end, what a glorious career—to carry healing in your hands, to raise up the suffering, to have for one’s sole end the good of humanity!”

      Honest Jim wriggled in his chair at this.

      “I’m afraid I have no such very high motives, Miss Calder,” said he. “It’s to earn a living, and to take over my father’s business, that I do it. If I carry healing in one hand, I have the other out for a crown-piece.”

      “How candid and truthful you are!” she cried; and so they went on, she decking him with every virtue, and twisting his words to make him play the part, in the way that I knew so well. Before he was done I could see that his head was buzzing with her beauty and her kindly words. I thrilled with pride to think that he should think so well of my kin.

      “Isn’t she fine, Jim?” I could not help saying when we stood outside the door, he lighting his pipe before he set off home.

      “Fine!” he cried; “I never saw her match!”

      “We’re going to be married,” said I.

      The pipe fell out of his mouth, and he stood staring at me. Then he picked it up and walked off without a word. I thought that he would likely come back, but he never did; and I saw him far off up the brae, with his chin on his chest.

      But I was not to forget him, for Cousin Edie had a hundred questions to ask me about his boyhood, about his strength, about the women that he was likely to know; there was no satisfying her. And then again, later in the day, I heard of him, but in a less pleasant fashion.

      It was my father who came home in the evening with his mouth full of poor Jim. He had been deadly drunk since midday, had been down to Westhouse Links to fight the gipsy champion, and it was not certain that the man would live through the night. My father had met Jim on the highroad, dour as a thunder-cloud, and with an insult in his eye for every man that passed him. “Guid sakes!” said the old man. “He’ll make a fine practice for himsel’, if breaking banes will do it.”

      Cousin Edie laughed at all this, and I laughed because she did; but I was not so sure that it was funny.

      On the third day afterwards, I was going up Corriemuir by the sheep-track, when who should I see striding down but Jim himself. But he was a different man from the big, kindly fellow who had supped his porridge with us the other morning. He had no collar nor tie, his vest was open, his hair matted, and his face mottled, like a man who has drunk heavily overnight. He carried an ash stick, and he slashed at the whin-bushes on either side of the path.

      “Why, Jim!” said I.

      But he looked at me in the way that I had often seen at school when the devil was strong in him, and when he knew that he was in the wrong, and yet set his will to brazen it out. Not a word did he say, but he brushed past me on the narrow path and swaggered on, still brandishing his ash-plant and cutting at the bushes.

      Ah well, I was not angry with him. I was sorry, very sorry, and that was all. Of course I was not so blind but that I could see how the matter stood. He was in love with Edie, and he could not bear to think that I should have her. Poor devil, how could he help it? Maybe I should have been the same. There was a time when I should have wondered that a girl could have turned a strong man’s head like that, but I knew more about it now.

      For a fortnight I saw nothing of Jim Horscroft, and then came the Thursday which was to change the whole current of my life.

      I had woke early that day, and with a little thrill of joy which is a rare thing to feel when a man first opens his eyes. Edie had been kinder than usual the night before, and I had fallen asleep with the thought that maybe at last I had caught the rainbow, and that without any imaginings or make-believes she was learning to love plain, rough Jock Calder of West Inch. It was this thought, still at my heart, which had given me that little morning chirrup of joy. And then I remembered СКАЧАТЬ