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So it happened that Grace Hutchison had reached the age of nineteen years, without knowing more of love than she gathered from the seventeenth and eighteenth century books in her father’s library. And one may get some curious notions out of Laurence Sterne crossed with Rutherfurd’s Letters and The Man of Feeling.

“It is moved and seconded that the meetings be opened with prayer.”

Objected to by Doctor Hutchison, ostensibly on the ground that they are engaged in a purely practical and parochial business, really because it is proposed by Mr. Calvin and seconded by Saunders Ker. Loyalty to the National Zion forbade agreement. Yet even Dr. Hutchison did not see the drift of the motion, but only had a general impression that some advantage for the opposition was intended. So he objected. Then there was a great discussion, famous through the parish, and even heard of as far as Polmont and Crossraguel. William Henry Calvin put the matter on the highest moral and spiritual grounds, and is generally considered, even by the Government party, to have surpassed himself. His final appeal to the chairman as a professing minister of religion was a masterpiece. Following his minister, Saunders Ker put the matter practically in his broadest and most popular Scots. The rare Howpaslet dialect thrilled to the spinal cord of every man that heard it, as it fell marrowy from the lips of Saunders; and when he reached his conclusion, even the ranks of Tuscany could scarce forbear to cheer.

“Ye are men, ye are faithers, near the halewar o’ ye–maist o’ ye are marriet. Ye mind what ye learned aboot your mither’s knee. Ye mind where ye learned the twenty-third psalm on the quiet Sabbath afternoons. Ye dinna want to hae yer ain bairns grow up regairdless o’ a’ that’s guid. Na, ye want them to learn the guid an’ comfortable word in the schule as ye did yoursel’s. Ye want them to begin wi’ the psalm o’ Dawvid an’ the bit word o’ prayer. Can ye ask a blessin’ on the wark o’ the schule, that hasna been askit on the wark o’ the schule-board? Gin ye do, it’ll no be the first time or the last that the bairn’s hymn an’ the bairn’s prayer has put to shame baith elder an’ minister.”

As he sat down, Grace Hutchison looked at her father. The Doctor was conscious of her look, and withdrew his motion. The meetings were opened with prayer in all time coming.

There was a murmur of rejoicing among the Kers outside, and thighs were quietly slapped with delight at the management of the question by the minister and Saunders. It was, with reason, considered masterly.

“Ye see their drift, dinna ye, man?” said one Ker to another. “What, no?–ye surely maun hae been born on a Sabbath. D’ye no see that ilka time the Doctor is awa, eyther aboot his ain affairs or aboot the concerns o’ the General Assembly, or when he’s no weel, they’ll be obleeged to vote either Saunders or oor minister into the chair–for, of coorse, the ither two can pray nane, bein’ elders o’ the Establishment? An’ the chairman has aye the castin’ vote!”

“Dod, man, that’s graund–heard ye ever the like o’ that!”

The Kers rejoiced in first blood, but they kept their strategical theories to themselves, so as not to interfere with the designs of Saunders and Mr. Calvin.

Little else was done that day. A clerk of school-board was appointed–the lawyer factor of the Laird of Howpaslet and a strong member of the State Church.

Mr. Calvin proposed the young Radical lawyer from the next town, but simply for form’s sake, and to lull the other side with the semblance of victory.

“The clerk has nae vote,” Saunders explained quietly through the window to the nearest Ker. This satisfied the clan, which was a little inclined to murmur.

It was then decided that a new teacher was to be appointed, and applications were to be advertised for. This was really the crux of the situation. The old parochial dominie had retired on a comfortable allowance. The company inside the school wanted him to get the allowance doubled, because he was precentor in the parish kirk, till they heard that it was to come out of the rates. Then they wanted him to have none at all. He should just have saved his siller like other folk. Who would propose to support them with forty-five pounds a year off the rates when they came to retire?–a fresh strong man, too, and well able for his meat, and said to be looking out for his third wife. The idea of giving him forty-five of their pounds to do nothing at all the rest of his life was a preposterous one. Some said they would have voted for the Seceders if they had known what the minister had in his head. But, in spite of the murmurs, the dominie got the money.