'But he needna hae gane aboot it in sic a playactor-like gait.He needna hae latten them awa' ohn tellt (without telling) them that he was their brither.'
'They had behaved verra ill till him.'
'He used to clype (tell tales) upo' them, though.'
'Laddie, tak ye care what ye say aboot Joseph, for he was a teep o'
Christ.'
'Hoo was that, gran'mither?'
'They sellt him to the Ishmeleets for siller, as Judas did him.'
'Did he beir the sins o' them 'at sellt him?'
'Ye may say, in a mainner, 'at he did; for he was sair afflickit afore he wan up to be the King's richt han'; an' syne he keepit a hantle o' ill aff o' 's brithren.'
'Sae, gran'mither, ither fowk nor Christ micht suffer for the sins o' their neebors?'
'Ay, laddie, mony a ane has to do that.But no to mak atonement, ye ken.Naething but the sufferin' o' the spotless cud du that.The Lord wadna be saitisfeet wi' less nor that.It maun be the innocent to suffer for the guilty.'
'I unnerstan' that,' said Robert, who had heard it so often that he had not yet thought of trying to understand it.'But gin we gang to the gude place, we'll be a' innocent, willna we, grannie?'
'Ay, that we will--washed spotless, and pure, and clean, and dressed i' the weddin' garment, and set doon at the table wi' him and wi'
his Father.That's them 'at believes in him, ye ken.'
'Of coorse, grannie.--Weel, ye see, I hae been thinkin' o' a plan for maist han' toomin' (almost emptying) hell.'
'What's i' the bairn's heid noo? Troth, ye're no blate, meddlin'
wi' sic subjecks, laddie!'
'I didna want to say onything to vex ye, grannie.I s' gang on wi'
the chapter.'
'Ow, say awa'.Ye sanna say muckle 'at's wrang afore I cry haud,'
said Mrs.Falconer, curious to know what had been moving in the boy's mind, but watching him like a cat, ready to spring upon the first visible hair of the old Adam.
And Robert, recalling the outbreak of terrible grief which he had heard on that memorable night, really thought that his project would bring comfort to a mind burdened with such care, and went on with the exposition of his plan.
'A' them 'at sits doon to the supper o' the Lamb 'll sit there because Christ suffert the punishment due to their sins--winna they, grannie?'
'Doobtless, laddie.'
'But it'll he some sair upo' them to sit there aitin' an' drinkin'
an' talkin' awa', an' enjoyin' themsel's, whan ilka noo an' than there'll come a sough o' wailin' up frae the ill place, an' a smell o' burnin' ill to bide.'
'What put that i' yer heid, laddie? There's no rizzon to think 'at hell's sae near haven as a' that.The Lord forbid it!'
'Weel, but, grannie, they'll ken 't a' the same, whether they smell 't or no.An' I canna help thinkin' that the farrer awa' I thoucht they war, the waur I wad like to think upo' them.'Deed it wad be waur.'
'What are ye drivin' at, laddie? I canna unnerstan' ye,' said Mrs.
Falconer, feeling very uncomfortable, and yet curious, almost anxious, to hear what would come next.'I trust we winna hae to think muckle--'
But here, I presume, the thought of the added desolation of her Andrew if she, too, were to forget him, as well as his Father in heaven, checked the flow of her words.She paused, and Robert took up his parable and went on, first with yet another question.
'Duv ye think, grannie, that a body wad be allooed to speik a word i' public, like, there--at the lang table, like, I mean?'
'What for no, gin it was dune wi' moedesty, and for a guid rizzon?
But railly, laddie, I doobt ye're haverin' a'thegither.Ye hard naething like that, I'm sure, the day, frae Mr.Maccleary.'
'Na, na; he said naething aboot it.But maybe I'll gang and speir at him, though.'
'What aboot?'
'What I'm gaein' to tell ye, grannie.'
'Weel, tell awa', and hae dune wi' 't.I'm growin' tired o' 't.'
It was something else than tired she was growing.
'Weel, I'm gaein' to try a' that I can to win in there.'
'I houp ye will.Strive and pray.Resist the deevil.Walk in the licht.Lippen not to yersel', but trust in Christ and his salvation.'
'Ay, ay, grannie.--Weel--'
'Are ye no dune yet?'
'Na.I'm but jist beginnin'.'
'Beginnin', are ye? Humph!'
'Weel, gin I win in there, the verra first nicht I sit doon wi' the lave o' them, I'm gaein' to rise up an' say--that is, gin the Maister, at the heid o' the table, disna bid me sit doon--an' say:
"Brithers an' sisters, the haill o' ye, hearken to me for ae minute;an', O Lord! gin I say wrang, jist tak the speech frae me, and I'll sit doon dumb an' rebukit.We're a' here by grace and no by merit, save his, as ye a' ken better nor I can tell ye, for ye hae been langer here nor me.But it's jist ruggin' an' rivin' at my hert to think o' them 'at's doon there.Maybe ye can hear them.I canna.
Noo, we hae nae merit, an' they hae nae merit, an' what for are we here and them there? But we're washed clean and innocent noo; and noo, whan there's no wyte lying upo' oursel's, it seems to me that we micht beir some o' the sins o' them 'at hae ower mony.I call upo' ilk ane o' ye 'at has a frien' or a neebor down yonner, to rise up an' taste nor bite nor sup mair till we gang up a'thegither to the fut o' the throne, and pray the Lord to lat's gang and du as the Maister did afore 's, and beir their griefs, and cairry their sorrows doon in hell there; gin it maybe that they may repent and get remission o' their sins, an' come up here wi' us at the lang last, and sit doon wi' 's at this table, a' throuw the merits o' oor Saviour Jesus Christ, at the heid o' the table there.Amen."'
Half ashamed of his long speech, half overcome by the feelings fighting within him, and altogether bewildered, Robert burst out crying like a baby, and ran out of the room--up to his own place of meditation, where he threw himself on the floor.Shargar, who had made neither head nor tail of it all, as he said afterwards, sat staring at Mrs.Falconer.She rose, and going into Robert's little bedroom, closed the door, and what she did there is not far to seek.
When she came out, she rang the bell for tea, and sent Shargar to look for Robert.When he appeared, she was so gentle to him that it woke quite a new sensation in him.But after tea was over, she said: