FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156  
157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   >>   >|  
akes mair o't. He avowed his plain intention. 'I mean to kick up a bit of a dust,' thays he. Oh, but he's the splurge!" "Ay, ay," said Sandy Toddle, "thae students are a gey squad--especially the young ministers." "Ou," said Tam Wylie, "dinna be hard on the ministers. Ministers are just like the rest o' folk. They mind me o' last year's early tatties. They're grand when they're gude, but the feck o' them's frostit." "Ay," said the Deacon, "and young Gourlay's frostit in the shaw already. I doubt it'll be a poor ingathering." "Weel, weel," said Tam Wylie, "the mair's the pity o' that, Deacon." "Oh, it'th a grai-ait pity," said the Deacon, and he bowed his body solemnly with outspread hands. "No doubt it'th a grai-ait pity!" and he wagged his head from side to side, the picture of a poignant woe. "I saw him in the Black Bull yestreen," said Brodie, who had been silent hitherto in utter scorn of the lad they were speaking of--too disgusted to open his mouth. "He was standing drinks to a crowd that were puffing him up about that prize o' his." "It's alwayth the numskull hath the most conceit," said the Deacon. "And yet there must be something in him too, to get that prize," mused the ex-Provost. "A little ability's a dangerous thing," said Johnny Coe, who could think at times. "To be safe you should be a genius winged and flying, or a crawling thing that never leaves the earth. It's the half-and-half that hell gapes for. And owre they flap." But nobody understood him. "Drink and vanity'll soon make end of _him_," said Brodie curtly, and snubbed the philosopher. Before the summer holiday was over (it lasts six months in Scotland) young Gourlay was a habit-and-repute tippler. His shrinking abhorrence from the scholastic life of Edinburgh flung him with all the greater abandon into the conviviality he had learned to know at home. His mother (who always seemed to sit up now, after Janet and Gourlay were in bed) often let him in during the small hours, and as he hurried past her in the lobby he would hold his breath lest she should smell it. "You're unco late, dear," she would say wearily, but no other reproach did she utter. "I was taking a walk," he would answer thickly; "there's a fine moon!" It was true that when his terrible depression seized him he was sometimes tempted to seek the rapture and peace of a moonlight walk upon the Fleckie Road. In his crude clay there was a vein of poetry: he could be a
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156  
157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Deacon

 

Gourlay

 

frostit

 

Brodie

 

ministers

 

greater

 

abandon

 

abhorrence

 
scholastic
 

Edinburgh


conviviality
 

learned

 

mother

 
shrinking
 

curtly

 
snubbed
 
philosopher
 

Before

 

understood

 

vanity


summer

 

holiday

 
repute
 

tippler

 
Scotland
 

months

 

terrible

 

depression

 
seized
 

taking


answer

 

thickly

 

tempted

 

poetry

 

Fleckie

 

rapture

 

moonlight

 

reproach

 
hurried
 
avowed

breath

 

wearily

 

wagged

 

picture

 

outspread

 

solemnly

 

poignant

 

Toddle

 

silent

 

hitherto