Wilsons Tales of the Borders and Scotland, Vol. XXIII. | Page 4

other in the dark
passage through sheer hurry and confusion--down the Canongate, t'll
we came to Meggat's Land, in at the kitchen door, ben a dark passage,
up a stair, then ben another passage, till we came to a back room, the
door of which was opened by somebody inside. I was bewildered--the
light in the room made my een reel; but I soon came to myself, when I
saw a man and Mrs. Kemp the howdie busy rowing something in
flannel.
"'Get along,' said the man to Jean; 'you're not wanted here.'
"And as Jean made off, Mrs. Kemp turned to me--
"'Come here, Mrs. Hislop,' said she.

"So I slipt forward; but the never a word more was said for ten minutes,
they were so intent on getting the bairn all right--for ye ken, sir, it was
a new-born babe they were busy with: they were as silent as the grave;
and indeed everything was so still, that I heard their breathing like a
rushing of wind, though they breathed just as they were wont to do.
And when they had finished--
"'Mrs. Hislop,' said the man, as he turned to me, 'you're to take this
child and bring it up as your own, or anybody else's you like, except Mr.
Napier's, and you're never to say when or how you got it, for it's a
banned creature, with the curse upon it of a malison for the sins of him
who begot it and of her who bore it. Swear to it;' and he held up his
hand.
"And I swore; but I thought I would just take the advice of the Lord
how far my words would bind me to do evil, or leave me to do gude,
when the time came. So I took the bairn into my arms.
"'And wha will pay for the wet-nurse?' said I; 'for ye ken I am as dry as
a yeld crummie. But there is a woman in Toddrick's Wynd wha lost her
bairn yestreen: she is threatened wi' a milk-fever, and by my troth this
little stranger will cure her; but, besides the nourice-fee, there is my
trouble.'
"'I was coming to that,' said he, 'if your supple tongue had left you
power to hear mine. In this leathern purse there are twenty gowden
guineas--a goodly sum; but whether goodly or no, you must be content;
yea, the never a penny more you may expect, for all connection
between this child and this house or its master is to be from this
moment finished for ever.'
"And a gude quittance it was, I thought, with a bonny bairn and twenty
guineas on my side, and nothing on the other but maybe a father's anger
and salt tears, besides the wrath of God against those who forsake their
children. So with thankfulness enough I carried away my bundle; and
ye'll guess that Henney Hislop is now the young woman of fifteen who
was then that child of a day."
"And is this all the evidence," said the writer, "you have to prove that
Henrietta Hislop is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Napier?"
"Maybe no," replied she; "if ye weren't so like the English stranger wha
curst the Scotch kail because he did not see on the table the beef that
was coming from the kitchen, besides the haggis and the bread-pudding.

You've only as yet got the broth, and, for the rest, I will give you Mrs.
Kemp, wha told me, as a secret, that the child was brought into the
world by her own hands from the living body of Mrs. Napier. Will that
satisfy you?"
"No," replied Mr. Dallas, who had got deeper and deeper into a study.
"Mr. Napier, I know, was at home that evening when his wife bore a
child: that child never could have been given away without his consent;
and as for the consent itself, it is a still greater improbability, seeing
that he was always anxious for an heir to Eastleys."
"And so maybe he was," replied she; "but I see you are only at the beef
yet, and you may be better pleased when you have got the haggis, let
alone the pudding. Yea, it is even likely Mr. Napier wanted an heir, and,
what is more, he got one, at least an heiress; but sometimes God gives
and the devil misgives. And so it was here; for Mr. Napier took it into
his head that the child was not his, and, in place of being pleased with
an heir, he thought himself cursed with a bastard, begotten on his wife
by no other than Captain Preston, his lady's cousin. And where did the
devil find that poison growing but in the heart of Isabel Napier, the
sister of that