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'The　maister's　no　up　yet；　sir；'　he　said；　with　a　very　solemn　look。

'He's　been　desperate　efter　seein'　ye；　and　I　maun　gang　an'　lat　him

ken　'at　ye're　here　at　last；　for　fear　it　suld　be　ower　muckle　for　him；

seein'　ye　a'　at　ance。　　But　eh；　sir！'　he　added；　the　tears　gathering

in　his　eyes；　'ye'll　hardly　ken　'im。　　He's　that　changed！'



Johnston　left　the　study　by　the　door　to　the　cottageFalconer　had

never　known　the　doctor　sleep　thereand　returning　a　moment　after；

invited　him　to　enter。　　In　the　bed　in　the　recessthe　room　unchanged；

with　its　deal　table；　and　its　sanded　floorlay　the　form　of　his

friend。　　Falconer　hastened　to　the　bedside；　kneeled　down；　and　took

his　hand　speechless。　　The　doctor　was　silent　too；　but　a　smile

overspread　his　countenance；　and　revealed　his　inward　satisfaction。

Robert's　heart　was　full；　and　he　could　only　gaze　on　the　worn　face。

At　length　he　was　able　to　speak。



'What　for　didna　ye　sen'　for　me？'　he　said。　'Ye　never　tellt　me　ye　was

ailin'。'



'Because　you　were　doing　good；　Robert；　my　boy；　and　I　who　had　done　so

little　had　no　right　to　interrupt　what　you　were　doing。　　I　wonder　if

God　will　give　me　another　chance。　　I　would　fain　do　better。　　I　don't

think　I　could　sit　singing　psalms　to　all　eternity；'　he　added　with　a

smile。



'Whatever　good　I　may　do　afore　my　turn　comes；　I　hae　you　to　thank　for

't。　　Eh；　doctor；　gin　it　hadna　been　for　you！'



Robert's　feelings　overcame　him。　　He　resumed；　brokenly；



'Ye　gae　me　a　man　to　believe　in；　whan　my　ain　father　had　forsaken　me；

and　my　frien'　was　awa　to　God。　Ye　hae　made　me；　doctor。　　Wi'　meat　an'

drink　an'　learnin'　an'　siller；　an'　a'thing　at　ance；　ye　hae　made　me。'



'Eh；　Robert！'　said　the　dying　man；　half　rising　on　his　elbow；　'to

think　what　God　maks　us　a'　to　ane　anither！　　My　father　did　ten　times

for　me　what　I　hae　dune　for　you。　　As　I　lie　here　thinkin'　I　may　see

him　afore　a　week's　ower；　I'm　jist　a　bairn　again。'



As　he　spoke；　the　polish　of　his　speech　was　gone；　and　the　social

refinement　of　his　countenance　with　it。　　The　face　of　his　ancestors；

the　noble；　sensitive；　heart…full；　but　rugged；　bucolic；　and

weather…beaten　through　centuries　of　windy　ploughing；　hail…stormed

sheep…keeping；　long…paced　seed…sowing；　and　multiform　labour；　surely

not　less　honourable　in　the　sight　of　the　working　God　than　the

fighting　of　the　noble；　came　back　in　the　face　of　the　dying　physician。

》From　that　hour　to　his　death　he　spoke　the　rugged　dialect　of　his

fathers。



A　day　or　two　after　this；　Robert　again　sitting　by　his　bedside；



'I　dinna　ken；'　he　said；　'whether　it's　richtbut　I　hae　nae　fear　o'

deith；　an'　yet　I　canna　say　I'm　sure　aboot　onything。　　I　hae　seen　mony

a　ane　dee　that　cud　hae　no　faith　i'　the　Saviour；　but　I　never　saw　that

fear　that　some　gude　fowk　wud　hae　ye　believe　maun　come　at　the　last。

I　wadna　like　to　tak　to　ony　papistry；　but　I　never　cud　mak　oot　frae

the　Bibleand　I　read　mair　at　it　i'　the　jungle　than　maybe　ye　wad

thinkthat　it's　a'　ower　wi'　a　body　at　their　deith。　　I　never　heard

them　bring　foret　ony　text　but　anethe　maist　ridiculous　hash　'at

ever　ye　heardto　justifee　't。'



'I　ken　the　text　ye　mean〃As　the　tree　falleth　so　it　shall　lie；〃　or

something　like　that'at　they　say　King　Solomon　wrote；　though　better

scholars　say　his　tree　had　fa'en　mony　a　lang　year　afore　that　text　saw

the　licht。　　I　dinna　believe　sic　a　thocht　was　i'　the　man's　heid　when

he　wrote　it。　　It　is　as　ye　sayower　contemptible　to　ca'　an　argument。

I'll　read　it　to　ye　ance　mair。'



Robert　got　his　Bible；　and　read　the　following　portion　from　that

wonderful　book；　so　little　understood；　because　it　is　so　full　of

wisdomthe　Book　of　Ecclesiastes：



'Cast　thy　bread　upon　the　waters：　for　thou　shalt　find　it　after　many

days。



'Give　a　portion　to　seven；　and　also　to　eight；　for　thou　knowest　not

what　evil　shall　be　upon　the　earth。



'If　the　clouds　be　full　of　rain；　they　empty　themselves　upon　the

earth：　and　if　the　tree　fall　toward　the　south；　or　toward　the　north；

in　the　place　where　the　tree　falleth；　there　it　shall　be。



'He　that　observeth　the　wind　shall　not　sow；　and　he　that　regardeth　the

clouds　shall　not　reap。



'As　thou　knowest　not　what　is　the　way　of　the　spirit；　nor　how　the

bones　do　grow　in　the　womb　of　her　that　is　with　child：　even　so　thou

knowest　not　the　works　of　God　who　maketh　all。



'In　the　morning　sow　thy　seed；　and　in　the　evening　withhold　not　thine

hand：　for　thou　knowest　not　whether　shall　prosper；　either　this　or

that；　or　whether　they　both　shall　be　alike　good。'



'Ay；　ay；　that's　it；'　said　Dr。　Anderson。　'Weel；　I　maun　say　again　that

they're　ill　aff　for　an　argument　that　taks　that　for　ane　upo'　sic　a

momentous　subjec'。　　I　prefer　to　say；　wi'　the　same　auld　man；　that　I

know　not　the　works　of　God　who　maketh　all。　　But　I　wish　I　could　say　I

believed　onything　for　certain　sure。　　But　whan　I　think　aboot　itwad

ye　believe　't？　the　faith　o'　my　father's　mair　to　me　nor　ony　faith　o'

my　ain。　　That　soonds　strange。　　But　it's　this：　I'm　positeeve　that

that　godly　great　auld　man　kent　mair　aboot　a'　thae　thingsI　cud　see

't　i'　the　face　o'　'mnor　ony　ither　man　'at　ever　I　kent。　　An'　it's

no　by　comparison　only。　　I'm　sure　he　did　ken。　　There　was　something

atween　God　and　him。　　An'　I　think　he　wasna　likely　to　be　wrang；　an'

sae　I　tak　courage　to　believe　as　muckle　as　I　can；　though　maybe　no　sae

muckle　as　I　fain　wad。'



Robert；　who　from　experience　of　himself；　and　the　observations　he　had

made　by　the　bedsides　of　not　a　few　dying　men　and　women；　knew　well

that　nothing　but　the　truth　itself　can　carry　its　own　conviction；　that

the　words　of　our　Lord　are　a　body　as　it　were　in　which　the　spirit　of

our　Lord　dwells；　or　rather　the　key　to　open　the　heart　for　the

entrance　of　that　spirit；　turned　now　from　all　argumentation　to　the

words　of　Jesus。　　He　himself　had　said　of　them；　'They　are　spirit　and

they　are　life；'　and　what　folly　to　buttress　life　and　spirit　with

other　powers　than　their　own！　　From　that　day　to　the　last；　as　often

and　as　long　as　the　dying　man　was　able　to　listen　to　him；　he　read　from

the　glad　news　just　the　words　of　the　Lord。　As　he　read　thus；　one

fading　afternoon；　the　doctor　broke　out　with；



'Eh；　Robert；　the　patience　o'　him！　　He　didna　quench　the　smokin'　flax。

There's　little　fire　aboot　me；　but　surely　I　ken　in　my　ain　hert　some

o'　the　risin'　smoke　o'　the　sacrifice。　　Eh！　sic　words　as　they　are！

An'　he　was　gaein'　doon　to　the　grave　himsel'；　no　half　my　age；　as

peacefu'；　though　the　road　was　sae　rouch；　as　gin　he　had　been　gaein'

hame　till　's　father。'



'Sae　he　was；'　returned　Robert。



'Ay；　but　here　am　I　lyin'　upo'　my　bed；　slippin'　easy　awa。　　An'　there

was　he'



The　old　man　ceased。　　The　sacred　story　was　too　sacred　for　speech。

Robert　sat　with　the　New　Testament　open　before　him　on　the　bed。



'The　mair　the　words　o'　Jesus　come　into　me；'　the　doctor　began　again；

'the　surer　I　am　o'　seein'　my　auld　Brahmin　frien'；　Robert。　　It's　true

I　thought　his　religion　not　only　began　but　ended　inside　him。　　It　was

a'　a　booin'　doon　afore　and　an　aspirin'　up　into　the　bosom　o'　the

infinite　God。　I　dinna　mean　to　say　'at　he　wasna　honourable　to　them

aboot　him。　　And　I　never　saw　in　him　muckle　o'　that　pride　to　the　lave

（rest）　that　belangs　to　the　Brahmin。　　It　was　raither　a　stately

kin'ness　than　that　condescension　which　is　the　vice　o'　Christians。

But　he　had　naething　to　do　wi'　them。　　The　first　comman'ment　was　a'

he　kent。　　He　loved　Godnae　a　God　like　Jesus　Christ；　but　the　God　he

kentand　that　was　a'　he　could。　　The　second　comman'mentthat

glorious　recognition　o'　the　divine　in　humanity　makin'　't　fit　and

needfu'　to　be　loved；　that　claim　o'　God　upon　and　for　his　ain　bairns；

that　love　o'　the　neebour　as　yer'selhe　didna　ken。　　Still　there　was

religion　in　him；　and　he　who　died　for　the　sins　o'　the　whole　world　has

surely　been　revealed　to　him　lang　er'　noo；　and　throu　the　knowledge　o'

him；　he　noo　dwalls　in　that　God　efter　whom　he　aspired。'



Here　was　the　outcome　of　many　talks　which　Robert　and　the　doctor　had

had　together；　as　they　laboured　amongst　the　poor。



'Did　ye　never　try；'　Robert　asked；　'to　lat　him　ken　aboot　the　comin'

o'　God　to　his　world　in　Jesus　Christ？'



'I　couldna　do　muckle　that　way　honestly；　my　ain　faith　was　sae　poor

and　sma'。　　But　I　tellt　him　what　Christians　believed。　　I　tellt　him

aboot　the　character　and　history　o'　Christ。　　But　it　didna　seem　to　tak

muckle　hauld　o'　him。　　It　wasna　interesstin'　till　him。　　Just　ance

whan　I　tellt　him　some　things　he　had　said　aboot　his　relation　to

Godsic　as；　〃I　and　my　Father　are　one；〃and　aboot　the　relation　o'

a'　his　disciples　to　God　and　himsel'〃I　in　them；　and　thou　in　me；

that　they　may　be　made　perfect　in　one；〃　he　said；　wi'　a　smile；　〃The

man　was　a　good　Brahmin。〃



'It's　little；'　said　Robert；　'the　one　great　commandment　can　do

withoot　the　other。　　It's　little　we　can　ken　what　God　to　love；　or　hoo

to　love　him；　withoot　〃thy　neighbour　as　thyself。〃　　Ony　ane　o'　them

withoot　the　ither　stan's　like　the　ae　factor　o'　a　multiplication；　or

ae　wing　upo'　a　laverock　（lark）。'



Towards　the　close　of　the　week；　he　grew　much　feebler。　　Falconer

scarcely　left　his　room。　　He　woke　one　midnight；　and　murmured　as

follows；　with　many　pauses　for　breath　and　strength：



'Robert；　my　time's　near；　I'm　thinkin'；　for；　wakin'　an'　sleepin'；　I'm

a　bairn　again。　　I　can　hardly　believe　whiles　'at　my　father　hasna　a

grup　o'　my　han'。　　A　meenute　ago　I　was　traivellin'　throu　a　terrible

driftin'　o'　snaweh；　hoo　it　whustled　and　sang！　and　the　cauld　o'　't

was　stingin'；　but　my　father　had　a　grup　o'　me；　an'　I　jist　despised

it；　an'　was　stampin'　't　doon　wi'　my　wee　bit　feet；　for　I　was　like

saven　year　auld　or　thereaboots。　　An'　syne　I　thocht　I　heard　my　mither

singin'；　and　kent　by　that　that　the　ither　was　a　dream。　　I'm　thinkin'

a　hantle　'ill　luik　dreamy　afore　lang。　　Eh！　　I　wonner　what　the　final

waukin'　'ill　be　like。'



After　a　pause　he　resumed；



'Robert；　my　dear　boy；　ye're　i'　the　richt　gait。　　Haud　on　an'　lat

naething　turn　ye　aside。　　Man；　it's　a　great　comfort　to　me　to　think

that　ye're　my　ain　flesh　and　blude；　an'　nae　that　far　aff。　　My　father

an'　yo