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СКАЧАТЬ several trades. It had always been against Sam'l, too, that once when the kirk was vacant he had advised the selection of the third minister who preached for it on the ground that it came expensive to pay a large number of candidates. The scandal of the thing was hushed up, out of respect for his father, who was a God-fearing man, but Sam'l was known by it in Lang Tammas's circle. The coal-carter was called Little Sanders to distinguish him from his father, who was not much more than half his size. He had grown up with the name, and its inapplicability now came home to nobody. Sam'l's mother had been more far-seeing than Sanders's. Her man had been called Sammy all his life because it was the name he got as a boy, so when their eldest son was born she spoke of him as Sam'l while still in his cradle. The neighbours imitated her, and thus the young man had a better start in life than had been granted to Sammy, his father.

      It was Saturday evening—the night in the week when Auld Licht young men fell in love. Sam'l Dickie, wearing a blue glengarry bonnet with a red ball on the top, came to the door of a one-storey house in the Tenements and stood there wriggling, for he was in a suit of tweed for the first time that week, and did not feel at one with them. When his feeling of being a stranger to himself wore off he looked up and down the road, which straggles between houses and gardens, and then, picking his way over the puddles, crossed to his father's hen-house and sat down on it. He was now on his way to the square.

      Eppie Fargus was sitting on an adjoining dyke knitting stockings, and Sam'l looked at her for a time.

      "Is't yersel, Eppie?" he said at last

      "It's a' that," said Eppie.

      "Hoo's a' wi' ye?" asked Sam'l.

      "We're juist aff an' on," replied Eppie, cautiously.

      There was not much more to say, but as Sam'l sidled off the henhouse he murmured politely, "Ay, ay." In another minute he would have been fairly started, but Eppie resumed the conversation.

      "Sam'l," she said, with a twinkle in her eye, "ye can tell Lisbeth Fargus I'll likely be drappin' in on her aboot Mununday or Teisday."

      Lisbeth was sister to Eppie, and wife of Tammas McQuhatty, better known as T'nowhead, which was the name of his farm. She was thus Bell's mistress.

      Sam'l leant against the henhouse as if all his desire to depart had gone.

      "Hoo d'ye kin I'll be at the T'nowhead the nicht?" he asked, grinning in anticipation.

      "Ou, I'se warrant ye'll be after Bell," said Eppie.

      "Am no sae sure o' that," said Sam'l, trying to leer. He was enjoying himself now.

      "Am no sure o' that," he repeated, for Eppie seemed lost in stitches.

      "Sam'l?"

      "Ay."

      "Ye'll be speirin' her sune noo, I dinna doot?"

      This took Sam'l, who had only been courting Bell for a year or two, a little aback.

      "Hoo d'ye mean, Eppie?" he asked.

      "Maybe ye'll do't the nicht."

      "Na, there's nae hurry," said Sam'l.

      "Weel, we're a' coontin' on't, Sam'l."

      "Gae wa wi' ye."

      "What for no'?"

      "Gae wa wi' ye," said Sam'l again.

      "Bell's get an' fond o' ye, Sam'l."

      "Ay," said Sam'l.

      "But am dootin' ye're a fell billy wi' the lasses."

      "Ay, oh, I d'na kin, moderate, moderate," said Sam'l, in high delight.

      "I saw ye," said Eppie, speaking with a wire in her mouth, "gae'in on terr'ble wi Mysy Haggart at the pump last Saturday."

      "We was juist amoosin' oorsels," said Sam'l.

      "It'll be nae amoosement to Mysy," said Eppie, "gin ye brak her heart."

      "Losh, Eppie," said Sam'l, "I didna think o' that."

      "Ye maun kin weel, Sam'l, 'at there's mony a lass wid jump at ye."

      "Ou, weel," said Sam'l, implying that a man must take these things as they come.

      "For ye're a dainty chield to look at, Sam'l."

      "Do ye think so, Eppie? Ay, ay; oh, I d'na kin am onything by the ordinar."

      "Ye mayna be," said Eppie, "but lasses doesna do to be ower partikler."

      Sam'l resented this, and prepared to depart again.

      "Ye'll no tell Bell that?" he asked, anxiously.

      "Tell her what?"

      "Aboot me an' Mysy."

      "We'll see hoo ye behave yersel, Sam'l."

      "No 'at I care, Eppie; ye can tell her gin ye like. I widna think twice o' tellin her mysel."

      "The Lord forgie ye for leein', Sam'l," said Eppie, as he disappeared down Tammy Tosh's close. Here he came upon Henders Webster.

      "Ye're late, Sam'l," said Henders.

      "What for?"

      "Ou, I was thinkin' ye wid be gaen the length o' T'nowhead the nicht, an' I saw Sanders Elshioner makkin's wy there an oor syne."

      "Did ye?" cried Sam'l, adding craftily, "but it's naething to me."

      "Tod, lad," said Henders, "gin ye dinna buckle to, Sanders'll be carryin' her off."

      Sam'l flung back his head and passed on.

      "Sam'l!" cried Henders after him.

      "Ay," said Sam'l, wheeling round.

      "Gie Bell a kiss frae me."

      The full force of this joke struck neither all at once. Sam'l began to smile at it as he turned down the school-wynd, and it came upon Henders while he was in his garden feeding his ferret. Then he slapped his legs gleefully, and explained the conceit to Will'um Byars, who went into the house and thought it over.

      There were twelve or twenty little groups of men in the square, which was lit by a flare of oil suspended over a cadger's cart. Now and again a staid young woman passed through the square with a basket on her arm, and if she had lingered long enough to give them time, some of the idlers would have addressed her. As it was, they gazed after her, and then grinned to each other.

      "Ay, Sam'l," said two or three young men, as Sam'l joined them beneath the town clock.

      "Ay, Davit," replied Sam'l.

      This group was composed of some of the sharpest wits in Thrums, and it was not to be expected that they would let this opportunity pass. Perhaps when Sam'l joined them he knew what was in store for him.

      "Was ye lookin' for T'nowhead's Bell, Sam'l?" asked СКАЧАТЬ