Amelia Barr.

Christine: A Fife Fisher Girl

If youll tell me about a the wonderfuls you see, Ill be gey glad to hear from you.

Then farewell, my love! Do not forget me!

Its not likely Ill forget you, and her voice trembled, as she whispered Farewell! and gave him her hand. He stooped, and kissed it. Then he turned away.

She watched him till in the dim distance she saw him raise his hat and then disappear. Still she stood, until the roll of the carriage wheels gradually became inaudible. Then she knew that she was weeping, and she wiped her eyes, and turned them upon the light in the cottage burning for her. And she thought tenderly of her lover, and whispered to her heart If he had only come back! I might hae given him a kiss. Puir laddie! Puir, dear laddie! His uncle has heard tell o the fisher-lassie, and hes taen him awa from Christine but hes his ain master sae its his ain fault! Christine is oer gude for anyone who can be wiled awa by man, or woman, or pleasure, or gold. Ill be first, or Ill be naething at a!

She found her father alone, and wide awake. Where is Mither? she asked.

I got her to go to bed. She was weary and full o pain. Keep a close watch on your mither, Christine. The trouble in her heart grows warse, I fear. Wha was wi you in your hame-comin?

Angus Ballister.

Weel, then?

It is the last time he will be wi me.

Is that sae? It is just as weel.

He is awa wi his Uncle Ballister, for a year or mair.

Is he thinking youll wait, while he looks oer the women-folk in the rest o the warld?

It seems sae.

You liked him weel enough?

Whiles weel enough for a lover on trial. But what would a lass do wi a husband wha could leave her for a year on his ain particlar pleasure.

I kent you wad act wiselike, when the time came to act. Theres nae men sae true as fishermen. They hae ane dear woman to love, and shes the only woman in the warld for them. Now Cluny

We willna speak o Cluny, Feyther. Both you and Mither, specially Mither, are far out o your usual health. What for did God gie you a daughter, if it wasna to be a comfort and help to you, when you needed it? Im no carin to marry any man.

Please God, you arena fretting anent Angus?

What for would I fret? He was a grand lover while he lasted. But when a man is feared to honor his love with his name, a lass has a right to despise him.

Just sae! But you mustna fret yoursel sick after him.

Me! Not likely!

He was bonnie enou, and he had siller plenty o siller!

Im no thinkin o the siller, Feyther! Na, na, siller isnt in the matter, but

When your lover rins over the sea,
He may never come back again;
But this, or that, will na matter to me,
For my heart! My heart is my ain!

Then as weel, lassie. Ill just creep into Neils bed, for I dinna want to wake your mither for either this, or that, or ony ither thing.

Good night, dearie! Youre a brave lassie! God bless you!


They did not separate, as if nothing had happened.

A sorrow we have looked in the face, can harm us no more.

Perhaps Christine was not so brave as her father thought, but she had considered the likelihood of such a situation, and had decided that there was no dealing with it, except in a spirit of practical life. She knew, also, that in the long run sentiment would have to give way to common sense, and the more intimate she became with the character of Angus Ballister, the more certain she felt that his love for her would have to measure itself against the pride and will of his uncle, and the tyranny of social estimates and customs.

She was therefore not astonished that Angus had left both himself and her untrammeled by promises. He was a young man who never went to meet finalities, especially if there was anything unpleasant or serious in them; and marriage was a finality full of serious consequences, even if all its circumstances were socially proper. And what would Society say, if Angus Ballister made a fisher-girl his wife!

I wasna wise to hae this, or that, to do wi the lad, she whispered, and then after a few moments reflection, she added, nor was I altogether selfish i the matter. Neil relied on me making a friend o him, and Mither told me she knew my guid sense wad keep the lad in his proper place. Weel, I hae done what was expected o me, and whats the end o the matter, Christine? Ye hae a sair heart, lass, an if ye arena in love wi a lad that can neer mak you his wife, ye are precariously near to it. Then she was silent, while lacing her shoes, but when this duty was well finished, she continued, The lad has gien me many happy hours, and Christine will never be the one to say, or even think, wrang o him; we were baith in the fault if it be a fault as equally in the fault, as the fiddle and the fiddlestick are in the music. Weel, then whats to do? Duty stands high above pleasure, an I must gie my heart to duty, an my hands to duty, even if I tread pleasure underfoot in the highway in the doin o it.

As she made these resolutions, some strong instinctive feeling induced her to dress herself in clean clothing from head to feet, and then add bright touches of color, and the glint of golden ornaments to her attire. I hae taken a new mistress this morning, she said, as she clasped her gold beads around her white throat and Ill show folk that Im not fretting mysel anent the auld one. And in some unreasoning, occult way, this fresh, bright clothing strengthened her.

Indeed, Margot was a little astonished when she saw her daughter. Her husband had told her in a few words just how matters now lay between Ballister and Christine, and she was fully prepared with sympathy and counsels for the distracted, or angry, girl she expected to meet. So Christines beaming face, cheerful voice, and exceptional dress astonished her. Lassie! she exclaimed. Whatna for hae you dressed yoursel sae early in the day?

I thought o going into the toun, Mither. I require some worsted for my knitting. Im clean out o all sizes.

I was wanting you to go to the manse this morning. I am feared for the pain in my breast, dearie, and the powders the Domine gies me for it are gane. I dinna like to be without them.

Ill go for them, Mither, this morning, as soon as I think the Domine is out o his study.

Then Ill be contented. How are you feeling yoursel, Christine?

Fine, Mither!

Twas a grand ploy last night. That lad, Angus Ballister, danced with a and sundry, and sang, and ate wi the best, and the worst o us. I was hearing he was going awa for a year or mair.

Ay, to foreign parts. Rich young men think they arena educated unless they get a touch o France or Italy, and even America isna out o their way. You wad think a Scotch university wad be the complement o a Scotch gentleman!

Did he bid you good-by? Or is he coming here today?

He isna likely to ever come here again.

What for no? Hes been fain and glad to come up here. Whats changed him?

He isna changed. He has to go wi his uncle.

What did he say about marrying you? He ought to hae asked your feyther for ye?

For me?

Ay, for you.

Dont say such words, Mither. There was no talk of marriage between us. What would Angus do with a girl like me for a wife?

You are gude enou for any man.

We are friends. We arena lovers. The lad has been friendly with the hale village. You mustna think wrang o him.

I do think vera wrang o him. He is just one kind o a scoundrel.

You hurt me, Mither. Angus is my friend. Ill think nae wrang o him. If he was wrang, I was wrang, and you should hae told me I was wrang.

I was feared o hurting Neils chances wi him.

Sae we baith had a second motive.

Ay, few folk are moved by a single one.

Angus came, and he went, he liked me, and I liked him, but neither o us will fret oer the parting. It had to be, or it wouldnt hae been. Them above order such things. They sort affairs better than we could.

I dont understand what youre up to, but I think you are acting vera unwomanly.

Na, na, Mither! Ill not play maiden all forlorn for anyone. If Angus can live without me, there isna a woman i the world that can live without Angus as weel as Christine Ruleson can. Tuts! I hae you, Mither, and my dear feyther, and my six big brothers, and surely their love is enough for any soul through this life; forbye, there is the love beyond all, and higher than all, and truer than all the love of the Father and the Son.

I see ye hae made up your mind to stand by Ballister. Vera weel! Do sae! As long as he keeps himsel in foreign pairts, hell neer fret me; but if he comes hame, hell hae to keep a few hundred miles atween us.

Nonsense! Well a be glad to see him hame.

Your way be it. Get your eating done wi, and then awa to the manse, and get me thae powders. Im restless and feared if I have none i the house.

Ill be awa in ten minutes now. Ye ken the Domine doesna care for seeing folk till after ten oclock. He says he hes ither company i the first hours o daybreak.

Like enou, but hell be fain to hear about the doings last night, and hell be pleased concerning Faith getting a sweetheart. I doubt if she deserves the same.

Mither! Dinna say that. The puir lassie!

Puir lassie indeed! Her feyther left her forty pounds a year, till she married, and then the principal to do as she willed wi. I dinna approve o women fretting and fearing anent naething.

But if they hae the fret and fear, what are they to do wi it, Mither?

Fight it. Fighting is better than fearing. Weel, tak care o yoursel and mind every word that you say.

Im going by the cliffs on the sea road.

That will keep you langer.

Ay, but Ill no require to mind my words. Ill meet naebody on that road to talk wi.

I would not say that much.

A suspicion at once had entered Margots heart. I wonder, she mused, as she watched Christine out of sight I wonder if she is trysted wi Angus Ballister on the cliff road. Na, na, she would hae told me, whether or no, she would hae told me.

The solitude of the sea, and of the lonely road, was good for Christine. She was not weeping, but she had a bitter aching sense of something lost. She thought of her love lying dead outside her hearts shut door, and she could not help pitying both love and herself. He was like sunshine on my life, she sighed. It is dark night now. All is over. Good-by forever, Angus! Oh, Love, Love! she cried aloud to the sea. Oh, you dear old troubler o the warld! I shall never feel young again. Weel, weel, Christine, Ill not hae ye going to meet trouble, it isna worth the compliment. Angus may forget me, and find some ither lass to love weel, then, if it be so, let it be so. Ill find the right kind o strength for every hour o need, and the outcome is sure to be right. God is love. Surely that is a I need. Ill just leave my heartache here, the sea can carry it awa, and the winds blow it far off and she began forthwith a tender little song, that died down every few bars, but was always lifted again, until it swelled out clear and strong, as she came in sight of the small, white manse, standing bravely near the edge of a cliff rising sheerly seven hundred feet above the ocean. The little old, old kirk, with its lonely acres full of sailors graves, was close to it, and Christine saw that the door stood wide open, though it was yet early morning.

Itll be a wedding, a stranger wedding, she thought. Hame folk wouldna be sae thoughtless, as to get wed in the morning na, na, it will be some stranger.

These speculations were interrupted by the Domines calling her, and as soon as she heard his voice, she saw him standing at the open door. Christine! he cried. Come in! Come in! I want you, lassie, very much. I was just wishing for you.

I am glad that I answered your wish, Sir. I would aye like to do that, if it be His will.

Come straight to my study, dear. You are a very godsend this morning.

He went hurriedly into the house, and turned towards his study, and Christine followed him. And before she crossed the threshold of the room, she saw Angus and his Uncle Ballister, sitting at a table on which there were books and papers.

Angus rose to meet her at once. He did it as an involuntary act. He did not take a moments counsel or consideration, but sprang to his feet with the joyful cry of a delighted boy. And Christines face reflected the cry in a wonderful, wonderful smile. Then Angus was at her side, he clasped her hands, he called her by her name in a tone of love and music, he drew her closer to his side. And the elder man smiled and looked at the Domine, who remembered then the little ceremony he had forgotten.

So he took Christine by the hand, and led her to the stranger, and in that moment a great change came into the countenance and manner of the girl, while a peculiar light of satisfaction almost of amusement gleamed in her splendid eyes.

Colonel Ballister, said the Domine, I present to you Miss Christine Ruleson, the friend of your nephew, the beloved of the whole village of Culraine.

I am happy to make Miss Rulesons acquaintance, he replied and Christine said,

It is a great pleasure to meet you, Sir. When you know Angus, you wish to know the man who made Angus well worth the love he wins.

The Domine and Angus looked at the beautiful girl in utter amazement. She spoke perfect English, in the neat, precise, pleasant manner and intonation of the Aberdeen educated class. But something in Christines manner compelled their silence. She willed it, and they obeyed her will.

Sit down at the table with us, Christine, said the Domine. We want your advice; and she had the good manners to sit down, without affectations or apologies.

Colonel, will you tell your own tale? Theres none can do it like you.

It is thus, and so, Miss Ruleson. Two nights ago as I sat thinking of Angus in Culraine, I remembered my own boyhood days in the village. I thought of the boats, and the sailors, and the happy hours out at sea with the nets, or the lines. I remembered how the sailors wives petted me, and as I grew older teased me, and sang to me. And I said to my soul, We have been ungratefully neglectful, Soul, and we will go at once, and see if any of the old playfellows are still alive. So here I am, and though I find by the Domines kirk list that only three of my day are now in Culraine, I want to do some good thing for the place. The question is, what. Angus thinks, as my memories are all of playtime, I might buy land for a football field, or links for a golf club. What do you say to this idea, Miss Ruleson?

I can say naething in its favor, Sir. Fishers are hard-worked men; they do not require to play hard, and call it amusement. I have heard my father say that ball games quickly turn to gambling games. A game of any sort would leave all the women out. Their men are little at home, and it would be a heartache to them, if they took to spending that little in a ball field, or on the golf links.

Their wives might go with them, Christine, said Angus.

They would require to leave many home duties, if they did so. It would not be right our women would not do it. Once I was at St. Andrews, and I wanted to go to the golf links with my father, but the good woman with whom we were visiting said: James Ruleson, go to the links if so be you want to go, but youll no daur to tak this young lassie there. The language on the links is just awfu. It isna fit for a decent lass to hear. No, Sir, golf links would be of no use to the women, and their value is very uncertain to men.

Womens presence would doubtless make men more careful in their language, said Angus.

Weel, Angus, it would be doing what my Mither cas letting the price oer-gang the profit.

Miss Rulesons objections are good and valid, and we admit them, said the Colonel; perhaps she will now give us some idea we can work out and when he looked at her for response, he caught his breath at the beauty and sweetness of the face before him. What are you thinking of? he asked, almost with an air of humility, for the visible presence of goodness and beauty could hardly have affected him more. And Christine answered softly: I was thinking of the little children. And the three men felt ashamed, and were silent. I was thinking of the little children, she continued, how they have neither schoolhouse, nor playhouse. They must go to the town, if they go to school; and there is the bad weather, and sickness, and busy mothers, and want of clothing and books, and shoes, and slates, and the like. Our boys and girls get at the Sunday School all the learning they have. The poor children. They have hard times in a fishing-village.

You have given us the best of advice, Miss Ruleson, and we will gladly follow it, said the Colonel. I am sure you are right. I will build a good schoolhouse in Culraine. I will begin it at once. It shall be well supplied with books and maps, and I will pay a good teacher.

Not a man teacher, Sir. They have small patience with little children. They will use the taws on baby hands, that cannot make a k or a z at first sight. Give them a woman teacher, who will not be afraid of the bairnies snuggling into her arms, and telling her all their little troubles.

Domine, said the Colonel, we have received our orders. What say you?

I say a school, by all means, Sir. To the children of Culraine it will be a dispensation.

First, we must have land for it.

I was thinking, as you spoke, of James Rulesons land. It lies at the foot of his hill, and would be the very best location for a schoolhouse.

Then we will see James Ruleson.

Father is line-fishing now. He will not be home until five oclock, said Christine.

If possible, we will see him after five. Come, Domine, let us have a look through the old kirk.

I saw it standing open, said Christine, and I was thinking there might be a strange wedding there today.

No, no, Christine. It was opened for the Colonel, though there are no Ballister effigies in it. If it was an old English kirk, there would be knights and crusaders, and soldiers lying there, in stone state. We do not like images in our kirks. The second command stands clean against it. Come with us, Christine, and when we return I will give you the medicine your mother requires.

So the Domine and the Colonel led the way, and Angus and Christine followed. And when they reached the kirkyard, Angus said, Stand here a moment, you dear, dear girl, and tell me how you could talk to my uncle in the high English of Aberdeen. It was beautiful! How did you acquire it?

Through long years of practice, Angus. I heard all Neils lessons, and I always spoke the English, when I was with Neil. He didna like me to speak Scotch, because he was feared of spoiling his English. It was our home secret, for it would have been a great offense, if I had used English in the village. You can see that.

Yes, of course.

They dinna mind the Domine speaking English, yet if he particularly wants them to do anything, he is maist sure to drop into the most familiar Scotch.

Neil must have had great influence over you, Christine, and Angus said the words disagreeably. He was feeling jealous of any influences but his own controlling Christine.

Ay, I always did what he told me to do. Step softly, Angus. The Domine is talking.

When they reached the Domines side, they found him turning the leaves of a very old Bible. You see, Colonel, he said, my father gave me The Book when I first came here. My ancestors have preached from it since A.D. 1616. It came to me through a long succession of good men. It has been my close, personal friend ever since. The finest Bible in Scotland could not take its place. There are pages in it that have been luminous to me. I have seen the glory shining out of the black letters. There are pages in it so sensitive to me that I feel a special spiritual emanation from them. I will be glad of a new cushion for The Book, for the one on which it now lies is worn and shabby, and that ought not to be.

Then I cannot give you a new Bible, even for the church.

Impossible! I could not preach from a new Bible. Colonel, it is not a book, it is a friend. We have secrets together. I have promises from it, that are yet owing me. It holds our confidences for thirty years. Sometimes I think it really speaks to me. Sometimes a glory seems to shine over the page I am reading, and my soul is so happy, that my tongue speaks aloud joyfully the shining words that have been given me.

I would not separate you from such a Bible, Sir.

I shall be grateful if you give me a new cushion for it. Nothing is too good for The Book.

Then they stood looking thoughtfully over the bare place. It had an old, past look. It was plain and moldy, and needed repairing in every way. The Colonel made a note of what was required in the nave of the kirk, and then glanced upward. The gallery appeared to be in still worse condition, but in front of it there was a wonderfully beautiful model of a full-rigged ship.

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