A Daughter of Fife - Page 89/138

On the evening of the third day she reached Glasgow. It was a clear,

blowing March day, very near the anniversary of her father's and brothers'

death. Glasgow was in one of its brightest moods; the streets clean and

crowded, and the lamplighters just beginning to light them. She easily

found her way to the Candleriggs, and to the house in which David lodged.

Here, for the first time, her heart failed her. She loitered about the

window of the bakery until she had a sense of shame and hunger and

weariness that overcame all her fears. "I'm wanting Mr. Promoter, ma'am,"

she said at length to the woman behind the counter, and the woman looking

sharply at her answered, "He's in his room. Go through the close and up

the stair; it's at the right hand side."

It seemed strange to knock at her brother's door, and yet Maggie felt as

if David would expect it of her. He answered the timid summons by a loud

peremptory "Come in;" but when Maggie entered he leaped to his feet in

amazement, and let the big book in his hand fall to the floor. There were

the remains of tea on the table, and a young man who was sitting with

David had pushed the cups aside, and filled their places with his papers

and books.

"Maggie!"

"Ay, it's me, Davie."

"What has brought you to Glasgow?"

"You ken I wouldna come without a good reason. I hope I am na unwelcome."

Her eyes filled, she could scarcely endure the strain of uncertainty as

she stood before him.

Then he took her hands and kissed her brow, and said, "Cameron, this is

my sister, my only near relative, so I'm sure you'll excuse me the night."

And the young man, who had been gazing with delight on Maggie's beauty,

rose with an apology and went away.

"Now, Maggie, I want to know what has brought you here?"

"Gie me some bread and tea first, for I am fair famished, and then I'll

tell you."

"I must also speak to the good wife about a sleeping place for you under

her own eye. You'll be going back to-morrow '"

"I'll not go back to Pittenloch again." Then she told him all the wrong

and shame and sorrow that had dogged her life since he had left her at the

New Year. "Let me stay near by you, Davie. I can sew, I can go oot to

service. I'll be happy if I see you one hour on the Sabbath day."