of his family connections, he is sure to get a church in Edinburgh
in a few years if he wishes. Undoubtedly, it would not be a great
match in a money sense. I suppose he has a manse and three or four
hundred pounds a year."
"That sum would do
nicely for cabs."
"Penelope, you are flippant!"
"I don't mean it, dear; it's only for fun; and it would be so absurd
if we should leave Francesca over here as the presiding
genius of an
Inchcaldy parsonage--I mean a manse!"
"It isn't as if she were penniless," continued Salemina; "she has
fortune enough to assure her own
independence, and not enough to
threaten his--the ideal
amount. I hardly think the good Lord's
first
intention was to make her a minister's wife, but He knows very
well that Love is a master
architect. Francesca is full of
beautiful possibilities if Mr. Macdonald is the man to bring them
out, and I am inclined to think he is."
"He has brought out impishness so far," I objected.
"The impishness is transitory," she returned, "and I am
speaking of
permanent qualities. His is the stronger and more serious nature,
Francesca's the sweeter and more
flexible. He will be the oak-tree,
and she will be the
sunshine playing in the branches."
"Salemina, dear," I said penitently, kissing her grey hair, "I
apologise: you are not
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when you call him the master
architect; and that is very lovely and
very true about the oak-tree and the
sunshine."
Chapter XXIII. Ballad revels at Rowardennan.
`"Love, I maun gang to Edinbrugh,
Love, I maun gang an' leave thee!"
She sighed right sair, an' said nae mair
But "O gin I were wi' ye!"'
Andrew Lammie.
Jean Dalziel came to visit us a week ago, and has put new life into
our little
circle. I suppose it was playing `Sir Patrick Spens'
that set us thinking about it, for one warm, idle day when we were
all in the Glen we began a
series of
ballad-revels, in which each of
us assumed a favourite
character. The choice induced so much
argument and
disagreement that Mr. Beresford was at last
appointed
head of the clan; and having announced himself
formally as The
Mackintosh, he was placed on the
summit of a
hastily arranged
pyramidal cairn. He was given an ash wand and a rowan-tree sword;
and then, according to ancient custom, his pedigree and the exploits
of his ancestors were recounted, and he was exhorted to emulate
their example. Now it seems that a Highland chief of the olden
time, being as
absolute in his patriarchal authority as any prince,
had a
corresponding number of officers attached to his person. He
had a bodyguard, who fought around him in battle, and independent of
this he had a staff of officers who accompanied him
wherever he
went. These our chief proceeded to
appoint as follows:-
Henchman, Ronald Macdonald; bard, Penelope Hamilton;
spokesman or
fool, Robin Anstruther; sword-bearer, Francesca Monroe; piper,
Salemina; piper's
attendant, Elizabeth Ardmore;
baggage gillie, Jean
Dalziel;
runningfootman, Ralph;
bridle gillie, Jamie; ford gillie,
Miss Grieve. The ford gillie carries the chief across fords only,
and there are no fords in the
vicinity; so Mr. Beresford, not liking
to leave a member of our household out of office, thought this the
best post for Calamity Jane.
With The Mackintosh on his pyramidal cairn matters went very much
better, and at Jamie's instigation we began to hold rehearsals for
certain festivities at Rowardennan; for as Jamie's birthday fell on
the eve of the Queen's Jubilee, there was to be a gay party at the
Castle.
All this occurred days ago, and
yesterday evening the
ballad-revels
came off, and Rowardennan was a scene of great
pageant and
splendour. Lady Ardmore, dressed as the Lady of Inverleith,
received the guests, and there were all manner of tableaux, and
ballads in
costume, and pantomimes, and a grand march by the clan,