Window in Thrums
James Matthew Barrie
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 14, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 Excerpt: ...with a steady mouth. Hers was the tragedy of living on, more mournful than the tragedy that kills. In Thrums the weavers spoke of " lousing" from their looms, removing the chains, and there is something woful in that. But pity poor Nanny Coutts, who took her chains to bed with her. Nanny was buried a month or more before I came to the house on the brae, and even in Thrums the dead are seldom remembered for so long a time as that. But it was only after Sanders was left alone that we learned what a woman she had been, and how basely we had wronged her. She was an angel, Sanders went about whining when he had no longer a woman to illtreat. He had this sentimental way with him, but it lost its effect after we knew the man. "A dcevil couldna hae deserved waur treatment," Tammas Haggart said to him; "gang oot o' my sicht, man!" "I'll blame mysel' till I die," Jess said, with tears in her eyes, "for no understandin' puir Nanny better." So Nanny got sympathy at last, but not until her forgiving soul had left he1 tortured body. There was many a kindly heart in Thrums that would have gone out to her in her lifetime, but we could not have loved her without upbraiding him, and she would not buy sympathy at the price. What a little story it is, and how few words are required to tell it! He was a bad husband to her, and she kept it secret. That is Nanny's life summed up. It is all that was left behind when her coffin went down the brae. Did she love him to the end, or was she only doing what she thought her duty? It is not for me even to guess. A good woman who suffers is altogether beyond man's reckoning. To such heights of self-sacrifice we cannot rise. It crushes us; it ought to crush us on to our knees. For us who saw...