airm； for it gangs wallopin' aboot； an' that canna be guid for the
stickin' o' 't thegither again。'
'My poor boy！ you don't think I'm going to leave you here； do you？'
said the doctor； proceeding to open the carriage…door。
'But whaur's the hamper？' said Shargar； looking about him in dismay。
'The coachman has got it on the box；' answered the doctor。
'Eh！ that'll never do。 Gin thae rampaugin' brutes war to tak a
start again； what wad come o' the bit basket？ I maun get it doon
direckly。'
'Sit still。 I will get it down； and deliver it myself。' As he
spoke the doctor got out。
'Tak care o' 't； sir； tak care o' 't。 William Walker said there was
a jar o' drained hinney i' the basket； an' the bairns wad miss 't
sair gin 't war spult。'
'I will take good care of it；' responded the doctor。
He delivered the basket； returned to the carriage； and told the
coachman to drive home。
'Whaur are ye takin' me till？' exclaimed Shargar。 'Willie hasna
payed me for the parcel。'
'Never mind Willie。 I'll pay you；' said the doctor。
'But Robert wadna like me to tak siller whaur I did nae wark for
't；' objected Shargar。 'He's some pernickety （precise）Robert。 But
I'll jist say 'at ye garred me； doctor。 Maybe that 'll saitisfee
him。 An' faith！ I'm queer aboot my left fin here。'
'We'll soon set it all right；' said the doctor。
When they reached his house he led the way to his surgery； and there
put the broken limb in splints。 He then told Johnston to help the
patient to bed。
'I maun gang hame；' objected Shargar。 'What wad Robert think？'
'I will tell him all about it；' said the doctor。
'Yersel； sir？' stipulated Shargar。
'Yes； myself。'
'Afore nicht？'
'Directly；' answered the doctor； and Shargar yielded。
'But what will Robert say？' were his last words； as he fell asleep；
appreciating； no doubt； the superiority of the bed to his usual lair
upon the hearthrug。
Robert was delighted to hear how well Shargar had acquitted himself。
Followed a small consultation about him； for the accident had
ripened the doctor's intentions concerning the outcast。
'As soon as his arm is sound again； he shall go to the
grammar…school；' he said。
'An' the college？' asked Robert。
'I hope so；' answered the doctor。 'Do you think he will do well？ He
has plenty of courage； at all events； and that is a fine thing。'
'Ow ay；' answered Robert； 'he's no ill aff for smeddum
（spirit）that is； gin it be for ony ither body。 He wad never lift
a han' for himsel'； an' that's what garred me tak till him sae
muckle。 He's a fine crater。 He canna gang him lane； but he'll gang
wi' onybodyand haud up wi' him。'
'What do you think him fit for； then？'
Now Robert had been building castles for Shargar out of the hopes
which the doctor's friendliness had given him。 Therefore he was
ready with his answer。
'Gin ye cud ensure him no bein' made a general o'； he wad mak a
gran' sojer。 Set's face foret； and say 〃quick mairch；〃 an' he'll ca
his bagonet throu auld Hornie。 But lay nae consequences upo' him；
for he cudna stan' unner them。'
Dr。 Anderson laughed； but thought none the less； and went home to
see how his patient was getting on。
CHAPTER XIV。
MYSIE'S FACE。
Meantime Ericson grew better。 A space of hard； clear weather； in
which everything sparkled with frost and sunshine； did him good。
But not yet could he use his brain。 He turned with dislike even
from his friend Plato。 He would sit in bed or on his chair by the
fireside for hours； with his hands folded before him； and his
eyelids drooping； and let his thoughts flow； for he could not think。
And that these thoughts flowed not always with other than sweet
sounds over the stones of question； the curves of his lip would
testify to the friendly； furtive glance of the watchful Robert。
None but the troubled mind knows its own consolations； and I
believe the saddest life has its own presencehowever it may be
unrecognized as suchof the upholding Deity。 Doth God care for the
hairs that perish from our heads？ To a mind like Ericson's the
remembered scent； the recurring vision of a flower loved in
childhood； is enough to sustain anxiety with beauty； for the lovely
is itself healing and hope…giving； because it is the form and
presence of the true。 To have such a presence is to be； and while a
mind exists in any high consciousness； the intellectual trouble that
springs from the desire to know its own life； to be assured of its
rounded law and security； ceases； for the desire itself falls into
abeyance。
But although Ericson was so weak； he was always able and ready to
help Robert in any difficulty not unfrequently springing from his
imperfect preparation in Greek； for while Mr。 Innes was an excellent
Latin scholar； his knowledge of Greek was too limited either to
compel learning or inspire enthusiasm； And with the keen instinct he
possessed in everything immediate between man and man； Robert would
sometimes search for a difficulty in order to request its solution；
for then Ericson would rouse himself to explain as few men could
have explained： where a clear view was to be had of anything；
Ericson either had it or knew that he had it not。 Hence Robert's
progress was good； for one word from a wise helper will clear off a
whole atmosphere of obstructions。
At length one day when Robert came home he found him seated at the
table； with his slate； working away at the Differential Calculus。
After this he recovered more rapidly； and ere another week was over
began to attend one class a day。 He had been so far in advance
before； that though he could not expect prizes； there was no fear of
his passing。
One morning； Robert； coming out from a lecture； saw Ericson in the
quadrangle talking to an elderly gentleman。 When they met in the
afternoon Ericson told him that that was Mr。 Lindsay； and that he
had asked them both to spend the evening at his house。 Robert would
go anywhere to be with his friend。
He got out his Sunday clothes； and dressed himself with anxiety： he
had visited scarcely at all； and was shy and doubtful。 He then sat
down to his books； till Ericson came to his doordressed； and hence
in Robert's eyes ceremoniala stately； graceful gentleman。 Renewed
awe came upon him at the sight； and renewed gratitude。 There was a
flush on Ericson's cheek； and a fire in his eye。 Robert had never
seen him look so grand。 But there was a something about him that
rendered him uneasya look that made Ericson seem strange； as if
his life lay in some far…off region。
'I want you to take your violin with you； Robert；' he said。
'Hoots！' returned Robert； 'hoo can I do that？ To tak her wi' me the
first time I gang to a strange hoose； as gin I thocht a'body wad
think as muckle o' my auld wife as I do mysel'！ That wadna be
mainnerswad it noo； Mr。 Ericson？'
'But I told Mr。 Lindsay that you could play well。 The old gentleman
is fond of Scotch tunes； and you will please him if you take it。'
'That maks a' the differ；' answered Robert。
'Thank you；' said Ericson； as Robert went towards his instrument；
and； turning； would have walked from the house without any
additional protection。
'Whaur are ye gaein' that gait； Mr。 Ericson？ Tak yer plaid； or
ye'll be laid up again； as sure's ye live。'
'I'm warm enough；' returned Ericson。
'That's naething。 The cauld 's jist lyin' i' the street like a
verra deevil to get a grup o' ye。 Gin ye dinna pit on yer plaid； I
winna tak my fiddle。'
Ericson yielded； and they set out together。
I will account for Ericson's request about the violin。
He went to the episcopal church on Sundays； and sat where he could
see Mysiesat longing and thirsting ever till the music returned。
Yet the music he never heard； he watched only its transmutation
into form； never taking his eyes off Mysie's face。 Reflected thence
in a metamorphosed echo； he followed all its changes。 Never was one
powerless to produce it more strangely responsive to its influence。
She had no voice； she had never been taught the use of any
instrument。 A world of musical feeling was pent up in her； and
music raised the suddener storms in her mobile nature； that she was
unable to give that feeling utterance。 The waves of her soul dashed
the more wildly against their shores； inasmuch as those shores were
precipitous； and yielded no outlet to the swelling waters。 It was
that his soul might hover like a bird of Paradise over the lovely
changes of her countenance； changes more lovely and frequent than
those of an English May； that Ericson persuaded Robert to take his
violin。
The last of the sunlight was departing； and a large full moon was
growing through the fog on the horizon。 The sky was almost clear of
clouds； and the air was cold and penetrating。 Robert drew Eri