Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1893-09-02
THE MINISTER. !"


ing singly upon the soft, thick grabs
which the plowshare was turning ont
upon an unkindly world. Itwas bask,
blowy day in the end of March, and
there was hint of storm in the air-a
hint emphasized for those skilled in
weather lore by the presence of half a
dozen sea gulls, white Migrants among
the black coats, blown by the south
wind up FROM the Solway-a smell,
Scotch, but net unfriendly day alto
gether.
Robert Fraser bent to- the pillow ham
dies and cast keen and wary eye to-
ward his guide posts on the ridge. His
face was colorless, even when dash of
rain came swirling across from the crest
of Ben Gairr, whose steep bulk heaved
itself blue haystack above the level
horizon of the moorland. He was dressed
like any other plowinan of the south up
lands-rough homcspun much the worse
for wear. and leggings the color of the
red soil which he was reversing with the
share of his plow.
Yet there was that about Ropert Fra
ser which marked him no common man.
When he paused at the top of the ascent
and stood with his back against the
horns of the plow-the countryman's
legacy from Adam of the Mattock-he
pushed back his weatherbeaten straw
hat with a characteristic gesture and
showed white forehead with blue veins
channeling it-a damp, heavy lock of
black hair clinging to it as in Severn's
picture of John Keats on his deathbed.
Robert Fraser saw Il couple of black
specks which moved smoothly and even
ly along the top of the distant dixie of
the highway.
He stood still for a moment or two
watching them. As they came nearer
they resolved themselves into smart
young man sitting in well equipped
gig drawn by showily actioned horse
and driven by man III livery. AS they
passed rapidly along the road the hand
of the young man appeared in careless
wave of recognition over the stone dixie,
and Robert Fraser lifted his slack reins
in staid acknowledgement. 1t was more
than year since the brothers had looked
each other so nearly in the eyes They
were DR.. Henry Fraser, the rising physi-
clan of Cairn Edward, and his elder
brother Robert, once student of divinity
at Edinburgh college, whom three par
ishes knew as ''sticl1it minister"
When Robert Fraser stabbed his
horses that night and went in to his sup
per, he was not surprised to find his
friend, Saunders M'Quhirr of Drumqu-
hat, sitting by the peat fire in the Groom. -
Almost the only thing which distin-
guished the stickit minister from the
other small farmers of the parish of Dull
larg was the fact that he always sat in
the evening by himself "ben the hoose"
and did not use the kitchen in common
with his housekeeper and herd boy, save
only at mealtimes. Robert had taken
to Saunders ever since-the back of his
ambition broken-he had settled down to
the farm, and he welcomed him with shy
cordially.
you'll take cup of tea, Saunders
he asked.
THANK ye, Robert, I wadna be waur
OF" returned his friend.
II saw your brither the day." said
Saunders M'Quhirr, after the teacups
had been cleared away and the silent
housekeeper had replaced the books upon
the table. Saunders picked a couple of
them up, and having adjusted his glasses
he read the titles millions Works" and
volume of translation of "Dorner's
Person of Christ"
Il saw yer brither the day. He maun
be gettin big practice"
AYE" said Robert Fraser very
thoughtfully.
Saunders M'Quhirr glanced up quick
ly. 1t was of course natural that the
unsuccessful elder brother should envy
the prosperous younger, but he had
thought that Robert Fraser was living
on different plane. 1t was one of the
few things that the friends had never
spoken of, though every one knew why
DR.. Fraser did not visit his brothers lit.
tie farm Hes gettin in wi the big fowk
moo an thinks maybe that his brithel
wad dae him nae credit" That was the
way the clash Of the countryside ex
planned the matter.
II never told you how l came to leave
the college, Saunders" said the younger
man, resting his brow on a hand that
even the horn of the plow could not
make other than diaphanous.
No" said Saunders quietly, with a
tender CLEAN coming into the humor
some, kindly eyes that lurked under theil
bushy tussocks of gray eyebrows. Saun
ders' humor lay near the fountain Of
tears.
No" continued Robert Fraser, 81
have not spoken of it to so many. but
you've been good frien to me, Saun
ders, and l think you should hear it.
have not tried to set myself right with
folks in the general, but l would like tC
let you see clearly before | go my way:
70 him who seeth from the beginning"
Hear till him, said Saunders; imam
yer boast Cough is no'near as sair as il
was i the back end Yen be here lang
after me, but lang or short, weel do "
ken. Robert Fraser, that ye need no tt
pit yersel RIGHT wi me. Hev 20 kennel
We since ye war the size O twa scrub
bers?'
Il thank you, Saunders, said Robert,
"but l am well aware that | am to die
this year. No, no, not a word. 1t is
the Lords will. It's more than seven
years now since l first kenned that my
days were to be few. 1t was the year my
father died and left Harry and me by our
lane.
He left no siller to speak of, just
plenty to lay him docently in the kirk
yard among his forebears. had been a
year at the Divinity hail then and was
going up to put in my discourses for the
next session. had been troubled with
my breast for some time and so called
enc day at the infrlnary to get a word
with Sir James. He was very busy
when I went in and never noticed me
till the boast took ne. Then on a sud-
den he looked up from his papers and
quietly said, Come into my room, lad
der Aye. he was good man and a
faithful, Sir James, if ever there was
one. He told Inc that with care I might
live five or six years, but it would need
great care. Then a strange, prickly
GOODNESS came over me, and | seemed to
walk light headed in an atmosphere sud
!.
the mouse feels under the air pump.
Whats thaty queried Saunders.
"a cruel ploy not worth speaking Of, =
continued the stickit minister. well,
| found something in my fhrnat vhen |