"You're right there, Elder. But, for a' that, I'm glad that the spark

fired the tinder, and that the tinder lit the match, and that the match

burnt sae bright and sae bravely. It has made a glow in my heart, and

I'll sleep well wi' the pleasure o' it."

Next morning the argument was not renewed. Neil was sombre and silent.

His father was uncertain as to his views, and he did not want to force

or hurry a decision. Besides, it would evidently be more prudent to

speak with the young man when he could not be influenced by his mother's

wilful, scornful tongue. Perhaps Neil shared this prudent feeling; for

he deprecated conversation, and, on the plea of business, left the

breakfast-table before the meal was finished.

The elder, however, had some indemnification for his cautious silence.

He permitted himself, at family prayers, a very marked reading of St.

Paul's injunction, "Fear God and honour the king;" and ere he left the

house he said to his wife, "Janet, I hope you hae come to your senses.

You'll allow that you didna treat me wi' a proper respect yestreen?"

She was standing face to face with him, her hands uplifted, fastening

the broad silver clasp of his cloak. For a moment she hesitated, the

next she raised herself on tiptoes, and kissed him. He pursed up his

mouth a little sternly, and then stroked her white hair. "You heard

what St. Paul says, Janet; isna that a settlement o' the question?"

"I'm no blaming St. Paul, Alexander. If ever St. Paul approves o'

submitting to tyranny, it's thae translators' fault. He wouldna tak'

injustice himsel', not even from a Roman magistrate. I wish St. Paul was

alive the day: I'm vera sure if he were, he'd write an epistle to the

English wad put the king's dues just as free men would be willing to pay

them. Now, don't be angry, Alexander. If you go awa' angry at me, you'll

hae a bad day; you ken that, gudeman."

It was a subtile plea; for no man, however wise or good or brave, likes

to bespeak ill-fortune when it can be averted by a sacrifice so easy and

so pleasant. But, in spite of Janet's kiss, he was unhappy; and when he

reached the store, the clerks and porters were all standing together

talking. He knew quite well what topic they were discussing with such

eager movements and excited speech. But they dispersed to their work at

the sight of his sour, stern face, and he did not intend to open a fresh

dispute by any question.




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