“The week of it’ll pe shust a lettle out of orter,” answered the old man. “Ta pairns has been’ pulling it up with a peen from ta top, and not putting it in at ta hole for ta purpose. And she’ll pe thinking you’ll be cleaning off ta purnt part with a peen yourself, ma’am, and not with ta pair of scissors she tolt you of, Mistress Partan.”
“Gae ’wa’ wi’ yer nonsense!” cried Meg. “Daur ye say I dinna ken hoo to trim an uilyie lamp wi’ the best blin’ piper that ever cam frae the bare-leggit Heelans?”
“A choke’s a choke, ma’am,” said Duncan, rising with dignity; “put for a laty to make a choke of a man’s pare leks is not ta propriety!”
“Oot o’ my hoose wi’ ye!” screamed the she-Partan. “Wad ye threep (insist) upo’ me onything I said was less nor proaper. ’At I sud say what wadna stan’ the licht as weels the bare houghs o’ ony heelan’ rascal ’at ever lap a lawlan’ dyke!”
“Hoot toot, Mistress Findlay,” interposed Malcolm, as his grandfather strode from the door; “ye maunna forget ’at he’s auld an’ blin’; an’ a’ heelan’ fowk’s some kittle (touchy) aboot their legs.”
“Deil shochle them!” exclaimed the Partaness; “what care I for ’s legs!”
Duncan had brought the germ of this ministry of light from his native Highlands, where he had practised it in his own house, no one but himself being permitted to clean, or fill, or, indeed, trim the lamp. How first this came about, I do not believe the old man himself knew. But he must have had some feeling of a call to the work; for he had not been a month in Portlossie, before he had installed himself in several families as the genius of their lamps, and he gradually extended the relation until it comprehended almost all the houses in the village.
It was strange and touching to see the sightless man thus busy about light for others. A marvellous symbol of faith he was—not only believing in sight, but in the mysterious, and to him altogether unintelligible means by which others saw! In thus lending his aid to a faculty in which he had no share, he himself followed the trail of the garments of Light, stooping ever and anon to lift and bear her skirts. He haunted the steps of the unknown Power, and flitted about the walls of her temple as we mortals haunt the borders of the immortal land, knowing nothing of what lies behind the unseen veil, yet believing in an unrevealed grandeur. Or shall we say he stood like the forsaken merman, who, having no soul to be saved, yet lingered and listened outside the prayer-echoing church? Only old Duncan had got farther: though he saw not a glimmer of the glory, he yet asserted his part and lot in it, by the aiding of his fellows to that of which he lacked the very conception himself. He was a doorkeeper in the house, yea, by faith the blind man became even a priest in the temple of Light.
Even when his grandchild was the merest baby, he would never allow the gloaming to deepen into night without kindling for his behoof the brightest and cleanest of train-oil-lamps. The women who at first looked in to offer their services, would marvel at the trio of blind man, babe, and burning lamp, and some would expostulate with him on the needless waste. But neither would he listen to their words, nor accept their offered assistance in dressing or undressing the child. The sole manner in which he would consent to avail himself of their willingness to help him, was to leave the baby in charge of this or that neighbour while he went his rounds with the bagpipes: when he went lamp-cleaning he always took him along with him.
By this change of guardians Malcolm was a great gainer, for thus he came to be surreptitiously nursed by a baker’s dozen of mothers, who had a fund of not very wicked amusement in the lamentations of the old man over his baby’s refusal of nourishment, and his fears that he was pining away. But while they honestly declared that a healthier child had never been seen in Portlossie, they were compelled to conceal the too satisfactory reasons of the child’s fastidiousness; for they were persuaded that the truth would only make Duncan terribly jealous, and set him on contriving how at once to play his pipes and carry his baby.