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only in doing good。 But although ere long she came to love the boy
very truly； and although Shargar's life was bound up in the favour
of Robert； yet neither stooping angel nor foot…following dog ever
loved the lad with the love of that old grandmother； who would for
him have given herself to the fire to which she had doomed his
greatest delight。
For some days Robert worked hard at his lessons； for he had nothing
else to do。 Life was very gloomy now。 If he could only go to sea；
or away to keep sheep on the stormy mountains！ If there were only
some war going on； that he might list！ Any fighting with the
elements； or with the oppressors of the nations； would make life
worth having； a man worth being。 But God did not heed。 He leaned
over the world； a dark care； an immovable fate； bearing down with
the weight of his presence all aspiration； all budding delights of
children and young persons： all must crouch before him； and uphold
his glory with the sacrificial death of every impulse； every
admiration； every lightness of heart； every bubble of laughter。
Orwhich to a mind like Robert's was as badif he did not punish
for these things； it was because they came not within the sphere of
his condescension； were not worth his notice： of sympathy could be
no question。
But this gloom did not last long。 When souls like Robert's have
been ill…taught about God； the true God will not let them gaze too
long upon the Moloch which men have set up to represent him。 He
will turn away their minds from that which men call him； and fill
them with some of his own lovely thoughts or works； such as may by
degrees prepare the way for a vision of the Father。
One afternoon Robert was passing the soutar's shop。 He had never
gone near him since his return。 But now； almost mechanically； he
went in at the open door。
'Weel； Robert； ye are a stranger。 But what's the maitter wi' ye？
Faith！ yon was an ill plisky ye played me to brak into my chop an'
steal the bonnie leddy。'
'Sandy；' said Robert； solemnly； 'ye dinna ken what ye hae dune by
that trick ye played me。 Dinna ever mention her again i' my
hearin'。'
'The auld witch hasna gotten a grup o' her again？' cried the
shoemaker； starting half up in alarm。 'She cam here to me aboot the
shune； but I reckon I sortit her！'
'I winna speir what ye said；' returned Robert。 'It's no maitter
noo。'
And the tears rose to his eyes。 His bonny lady！
'The Lord guide 's！' exclaimed the soutar。 'What is the maitter wi'
the bonnie leddy？'
'There's nae bonnie leddy ony mair。 I saw her brunt to death afore
my verra ain een。'
The shoemaker sprang to his feet and caught up his paring knife。
'For God's sake； say 'at yer leein'！' he cried。
'I wish I war leein'；' returned Robert。
The soutar uttered a terrible oath； and swore
'I'll murder the auld。' The epithet he ended with is too ugly to
write。
'Daur to say sic a word in ae breath wi' my grannie；' cried Robert；
snatching up the lapstone； 'an' I'll brain ye upo' yer ain
shop…flure。'
Sandy threw the knife on his stool； and sat down beside it。 Robert
dropped the lapstone。 Sandy took it up and burst into tears； which
before they were half down his face； turned into tar with the
blackness of the same。
'I'm an awfu' sinner；' he said； 'and vengeance has owerta'en me。
Gang oot o' my chop！ I wasna worthy o' her。 Gang oot； I say； or
I'll kill ye。'
Robert went。 Close by the door he met Miss St。 John。 He pulled off
his cap； and would have passed her。 But she stopped him。
'I am going for a walk a little way；' she said。 'Will you go with
me？'
She had come out in the hope of finding him； for she had seen him go
up the street。
'That I wull；' returned Robert； and they walked on together。
When they were beyond the last house； Miss St。 John said；
'Would you like to play on the piano； Robert？'
'Eh； mem！' said Robert； with a deep suspiration。 Then； after a
pause： 'But duv ye think I cud？'
'There's no fear of that。 Let me see your hands。'
'They're some black； I doobt； mem；' he remarked； rubbing them hard
upon his trowsers before he showed them； 'for I was amaist cawin'
oot the brains o' Dooble Sanny wi' his ain lapstane。 He's an
ill…tongued chield。 But eh！ mem； ye suld hear him play upo' the
fiddle！ He's greitin' his een oot e'en noo for the bonnie leddy。'
Not discouraged by her inspection of his hands； black as they were；
Miss St。 John continued；
'But what would your grandmother say？' she asked。
'She maun ken naething aboot it； mem。 I can…not tell her a'thing。
She wad greit an' pray awfu'； an' lock me up； I daursay。 Ye see；
she thinks a' kin' o' music 'cep' psalm…singin' comes o' the deevil
himsel'。 An' I canna believe that。 For aye whan I see onything by
ordinar bonnie； sic like as the mune was last nicht； it aye gars me
greit for my brunt fiddle。'
'Well； you must come to me every day for half…an…hour at least； and
I will give you a lesson on my piano。 But you can't learn by that。
And my aunt could never bear to hear you practising。 So I'll tell
you what you must do。 I have a small piano in my own room。 Do you
know there is a door from your house into my room？'
'Ay；' said Robert。 'That hoose was my father's afore your uncle
bought it。 My father biggit it。'
'Is it long since your father died？'
'I dinna ken。'
'Where did he die？'
'I dinna ken。'
'Do you remember it？'
'No； mem。'
'Well； if you will come to my room； you shall practise there。 I
shall be down…stairs with my aunt。 But perhaps I may look up now
and then； to see how you are getting on。 I will leave the door
unlocked； so that you can come in when you like。 If I don't want
you； I will lock the door。 You understand？ You mustn't be handling
things； you know。'
''Deed； mem； ye may lippen （trust） to me。 But I'm jist feared to
lat ye hear me lay a finger upo' the piana； for it's little I cud do
wi' my fiddle； an'； for the piana！ I'm feart I'll jist scunner
（disgust） ye。'
'If you really want to learn； there will be no fear of that；'
returned Miss St。 John； guessing at the meaning of the word scunner。
'I don't think I am doing anything wrong；' she added； half to
herself； in a somewhat doubtful tone。
''Deed no； mem。 Ye're jist an angel unawares。 For I maist think
sometimes that my grannie 'll drive me wud （mad）； for there's
naething to read but guid buiks； an' naething to sing but psalms；
an' there's nae fun aboot the hoose but Betty； an' puir Shargar's
nearhan' dementit wi' 't。 An' we maun pray till her whether we will
or no。 An' there's no comfort i' the place but plenty to ate； an'
that canna be guid for onybody。 She likes flooers； though； an' wad
like me to gar them grow； but I dinna care aboot it： they tak sic a
time afore they come to onything。'
Then Miss St。 John inquired about Sha