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.The night continued dark, with an occasional thinning of the obscurity when somehigh current blew the clouds aside from a little nest of stars.Just as Kirstyreached the descent to the burn, the snow ceased, the clouds parted, and a faintworn moon appeared.She looked just like a little old lady too thin and tootired to go on living more than a night longer.But her waning life was yetpotent over Kirsty, and her strange, wasted beauty, dying to rise again, madeher glad as she went down the hill through the snow-crowned heather.Theoppression which came on her in Steenie's house was gone entirely, and in theface of the pale ancient moon her heart grew so light that she broke into asilly song which, while they were yet children, she made for Steenie, who wasnever tired of listening to it:Willy, wally, woo!Hame comes the coo-Hummle, bummle, moo!-Widin ower the Bogie,Hame to fill the cogie!Bonny hummle coo,Wi' her baggy fu'O' butter and o' milk,And cream as saft as silk,A' gethered frae the gerseIntil her tassly purse,To be oors, no hers,Gudewillie, hummle coo!Willy, wally, woo!Moo, Hummlie, moo!Singing this childish rime, dear to the slow-waking soul of Steenie, she hadcome almost to the bottom of the hill, was just stepping over the top of thoweem, when something like a groan startled her.She stopped and sent akeen-searching glance around.It came again, muffled and dull.It must be fromthe earth-house! Somebody was there! It could not be Steenie, for why shouldSteenie groan? But he might be calling her, and the weem changing the characterof the sound! Anyhow she must be wanted! She dived in.She could scarcely light the candle, for the trembling of her hand and thebeating of her heart.Slowly the flame grew, and the glimmer began to spread.She stood speechless, and stared.Out of the darkness at her feet grew the form,as it seemed, of Steenie, lying on his face, just as when she found him thereyear before.She dropped on her knees beside him.He was alive at least, for he moved! 'Of course,' thought Kirsty, 'he's alive:he never was anything else!' His face was turned from her, and his arm was underit.The arm next her lay out on the stones, and she took the ice-cold hand inhers: it was not Steenie's! She took the candle, and leaned across to see theface.God in heaven! there was the mark of her whip: it was Francie Gordon! Shetried to rouse him.She could not; he was cold as ice, and seemed all but dead.But for the groan she had heard she would have been sure he was dead.She blewout the light, and, swift as her hands could move, took garment after garmentoff, and laid it, warm from her live heart, over and under him-all save onewhich she thought too thin to do him any good.Last of all, she drew herstockings over his hands and arms, and, leaving her shoes where Steenie's hadlain, darted out of the cave.At the mouth of it she rose erect like one escapedfrom the tomb, and sped in dim-gleaming whiteness over the snow, scarce to havebeen seen against it.The moon was but a shred-a withered autumn leaf low fallentoward the dim plain of the west.As she ran she would have seemed to one ofSteenie's angels, out that night on the hill, a newly disembodied ghost fleeinghome.Swift and shadowless as the thought of her own brave heart, she ran.Hersense of power and speed was glorious.She felt-not thought-herself a humangoddess, the daughter of the Eternal.Up height and down hollow she flew,running her race with death, not an open eye, save the eyes of her father andmother, within miles of her in a world of sleep and snow and night.Nor did sheslacken her pace as she drew near the house, she only ran more softly.At lastshe threw the door to the wall, and shot up the steep stair to her room, callingher mother as she went.CHAPTER XXXIVBACK FROM THE GRAVEWhen David came in to supper, he said nothing, expecting Kirsty every moment toappear.Marion was the first to ask what had become of her.David answered shehad left him in the workshop.'Bless the bairn! what can she be aboot this time o' nicht?' said her mother.'I kenna,' returned David.When they had sat eating their supper for ten minutes, vainly expecting her,David went out to look for her.Returning unsuccessful, he found that Marion hadsought her all over the house with like result.Then they became uneasy.Before going to look for her, however, David had begun to suspect her absence inone way or another connected with the subject of their conversation in theworkshop, to which he had not for the moment meant to allude.When now he toldhis wife what had passed, he was a little surprised to find that immediately shegrew calm.'Ow, than, she'll be wi' Steenie!' she said.Nor did her patience fail, but revived that of her husband.They could not,however, go to bed, but sat by the fire, saying a word or two now and then.Theslow minutes passed, and neither of them moved save David once to put on peats [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
