There was a mist of tears over his eyes--a mist that was no dishonour;

it only showed that the cost had been fully counted, and his allegiance

given with a clear estimate of the value and sweetness of all that he

might have to give with it. Lysbet was a little awed by the solemnity of

his manner. She had not before understood the grandeur of such a

complete surrender of self as her husband had just consummated. But

never had she been so proud of him. Everything commonplace had slipped

away: he looked taller, younger, handsomer.

She dropped her knitting to her feet, she put her arms around his

neck, and, laying her head upon his breast, said softly, "My good Joris!

I will love thee forever."

In a few minutes Elder Semple came in. He looked exceedingly worried;

and, although Joris and he avoided politics by a kind of tacit

agreement, he could not keep to kirk and commercial matters, but

constantly returned to one subject,--a vessel lying at Murray's Wharf,

which had sold her cargo of molasses and rum to the "Committee of

Safety."

"And we'll be haeing the custom-house about the city's ears, if there's

'safety' in that,--the born idiots," he said.

Joris was in that grandly purposeful mood that takes no heed of fretful

worries. He let the elder drift from one grievance to another; and he

was just in the middle of a sentence containing his opinion of Sears and

Willet, when Bram's entrance arrested it. There was something in the

young man's face and attitude which made every one turn to him. He

walked straight to the side of Joris,-"Father, we have closed his Majesty's custom-house forever."

"We! Who, then, Bram?"

"The Committee of Safety and the Sons of Liberty."

Semple rose to his feet, trembling with passion. "Let me tell you, then,

Bram, you are a parcel o' rogues and rebels; and, if I were his Majesty,

I'd gibbet the last ane o' you."

"Patience, Elder. Sit down, I'll speak"-"No, Councillor, I'll no sit down until I ken what kind o' men I'm

sitting wi'. Oot wi' your maist secret thoughts. Wha are you for?"

"For the people and for freedom am I," said Joris, calmly rising to his

feet. "Too long have we borne injustice. My fathers would have spoken by

the sword before this. Free kirk, free state, free commerce, are the

breath of our nostrils. Not a king on earth our privileges and rights

shall touch; no, not with his finger-tips. Bram, my son, I am your

comrade in this quarrel." He spoke with fervent, but not rapid speech,

and with a firm, round voice, full of magical sympathies.




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024