been　compelled　to　take　his　fiddle　to　church　with　him；　and　have　a
  gentle　scrape　at　it　in　the　pauses　of　the　service；　only　there　are　no
  such　pauses　in　the　service；　alas！　　And　Dooble　Sanny；　though　not　too
  religious　to　get　drunk　occasionally；　was　a　great　deal　too　religious
  to　play　his　fiddle　on　the　Sabbath：　he　would　not　willingly　anger　the
  powers　above；　but　it　was　sometimes　a　sore　temptation；　especially
  after　he　got　possession　of　old　Mr。　Falconer's　wonderful　instrument。
  'Hoots；　man！'　he　would　say　to　Robert；　'dinna　han'le；　her　as　gin　she
  war　an　egg…box。　　Tak　haud　o'　her　as　gin　she　war　a　leevin'　crater。
  Ye　maun　jist　straik　her　canny；　an'　wile　the　music　oot　o'　her；　for
  she's　like　ither　women：　gin　ye　be　rouch　wi'　her；　ye　winna　get　a　word
  oot　o'　her。　　An'　dinna　han'le　her　that　gait。　　She　canna　bide　to　be
  contred　an'　pu'd　this　gait　and　that　gait。Come　to　me；　my　bonny
  leddy。　　Ye'll　tell　me　yer　story；　winna　ye；　my　dauty　（pet）？'
  And　with　every　gesture　as　if　he　were　humouring　a　shy　and　invalid
  girl；　he　would；　as　he　said；　wile　the　music　out　of　her　in　sobs　and
  wailing；　till　the　instrument；　gathering　courage　in　his　embrace；　grew
  gently　merry　in　its　confidence；　and　broke　at　last　into　airy
  laughter。　　He　always　spoke；　and　apparently　thought；　of　his　violin　as
  a　woman；　just　as　a　sailor　does　of　his　craft。　　But　there　was　nothing
  about　him；　except　his　love　for　music　and　its　instruments；　to　suggest
  other　than　a　most　uncivilized　nature。　　That　which　was　fine　in　him
  was　constantly　checked　and　held　down　by　the　gross；　the　merely　animal
  overpowered　the　spiritual；　and　it　was　only　upon　occasion　that　his
  heavenly　companion；　the　violin；　could　raise　him　a　few　feet　above　the
  mire　and　the　clay。　　She　never　succeeded　in　setting　his　feet　on　a
  rock；　while；　on　the　contrary；　he　often　dragged　her　with　him　into　the
  mire　of　questionable　company　and　circumstances。　　Worthy　Mr。　Falconer
  would　have　been　horrified　to　see　his　umquhile　modest　companion　in
  such　society　as　that　into　which　she　was　now　introduced　at　times。
  But　nevertheless　the　soutar　was　a　good　and　patient　teacher；　and
  although　it　took　Robert　rather　more　than　a　fortnight　to　redeem　his
  pledge　to　Shargar；　he　did　make　progress。　　It　could　not；　however；　be
  rapid；　seeing　that　an　hour　at　a　time；　two　evenings　in　the　week；　was
  all　that　he　could　give　to　the　violin。　　Even　with　this　moderation；
  the　risk　of　his　absence　exciting　his　grandmother's　suspicion　and
  inquiry　was　far　from　small。
  And　now；　were　those　really　faded　old　memories　of　his　grandfather　and
  his　merry　kindness；　all　so　different　from　the　solemn　benevolence　of
  his　grandmother；　which　seemed　to　revive　in　his　bosom　with　the
  revivification　of　the　violin？　　The　instrument　had　surely　laid　up　a
  story　in　its　hollow　breast；　had　been　dreaming　over　it　all　the　time
  it　lay　hidden　away　in　the　closet；　and　was　now　telling　out　its　dreams
  about　the　old　times　in　the　ear　of　the　listening　boy。　　To　him　also　it
  began　to　assume　something　of　that　mystery　and　life　which　had　such　a
  softening；　and；　for　the　moment　at　least；　elevating　influence　on　his
  master。
  At　length　the　love　of　the　violin　had　grown　upon　him　so；　that　he
  could　not　but　cast　about　how　he　might　enjoy　more　of　its　company。　　It
  would　not　do；　for　many　reasons；　to　go　oftener　to　the　shoemaker's；
  especially　now　that　the　days　were　getting　longer。　　Nor　was　that　what
  he　wanted。　　He　wanted　opportunity　for　practice。　　He　wanted　to　be
  alone　with　the　creature；　to　see　if　she　would　not　say　something　more
  to　him　than　she　had　ever　said　yet。　　Wafts　and　odours　of　melodies
  began　to　steal　upon　him　ere　he　was　aware　in　the　half　lights　between
  sleeping　and　waking：　if　he　could　only　entice　them　to　creep　out　of
  the　violin；　and　once　'bless　his　humble　ears'　with　the　bodily　hearing
  of　them！　　Perhaps　he　mightwho　could　tell？　　But　how？　　But　where？
  There　was　a　building　in　Rothieden　not　old；　yet　so　deserted　that　its
  very　history　seemed　to　have　come　to　a　standstill；　and　the　dust　that
  filled　it　to　have　fallen　from　the　plumes　of　passing　centuries。　　It
  was　the　property　of　Mrs。　Falconer；　left　her　by　her　husband。　　Trade
  had　gradually　ebbed　away　from　the　town　till　the　thread…factory　stood
  unoccupied；　with　all　its　machinery　rusting　and　mouldering；　just　as
  the　work…people　had　risen　and　left　it　one　hot；　midsummer　day；　when
  they　were　told　that　their　services　were　no　longer　required。　　Some　of
  the　thread　even　remained　upon　the　spools；　and　in　the　hollows　of　some
  of　the　sockets　the　oil　had　as　yet　dried　only　into　a　paste；　although
  to　Robert　the　desertion　of　the　place　appeared　immemorial。　　It　stood
  at　a　furlong's　distance　from　the　house；　on　the　outskirt　of　the　town。
  There　was　a　large；　neglected　garden　behind　it；　with　some　good
  fruit…trees；　and　plenty　of　the　bushes　which　boys　love　for　the　sake
  of　their　berries。　　After　grannie's　jam…pots　were　properly　filled；
  the　remnant　of　these；　a　gleaning　far　greater　than　the　gathering；　was
  at　the　disposal　of　Robert；　and；　philosopher　although　in　some　measure
  he　was　already；　he　appreciated　the　privilege。　　Haunting　this　garden
  in　the　previous　summer；　he　had　for　the　first　time　made　acquaintance
  with　the　interior　of　the　deserted　factory。　　The　door　to　the　road　was
  always　kept　locked；　and　the　key　of　it　lay　in　one　of　grannie's
  drawers；　but　he　had　then　discovered　a　back　entrance　less　securely
  fastened；　and　with　a　strange　mingling　of　fear　and　curiosity　had　from
  time　to　time　extended　his　rambles　over　what　seemed　to　him　the　huge
  desolation　of　the　place。　　Half　of　it　was　well　built　of　stone　and
  lime；　but　of　the　other　half　the　upper　part　was　built　of　wood；　which
  now　showed　signs　of　considerable　decay。　　One　room　opened　into
  another　through　the　length　of　the　place；　revealing　a　vista　of
  machines；　standing　with　an　air　of　the　last　folding　of　the　wings　of
  silence　over　them；　and　the　sense　of　a　deeper　and　deeper　sinking　into
  the　soundless　abyss。　　But　their　activity　was　not　so　far　vanished　but
  that　by　degrees　Robert　came　to　fancy　that　he　had　some　time　or　other
  seen　a　woman　seated　at　each　of　those　silent　powers；　whose　single
  hand　set　the　whole　frame　in　motion；　with　its　numberless　spindles　and
  spools　rapidly　revolvinga　vague　mystery　of　endless　threads　in
  orderly　complication；　out　of　which　came　some　desired；　to　him
  unknown；　result；　so　that　the　whole　place　was　full　of　a　bewildering
  tumult　of　work；　every　little　reel　contributing　its　share；　as　the
  water…drops　clashing　together　make　the　roar　of　a　tempest。　　Now　all
  was　still　as　the　church　on　a　week…day；　still　as　the　school　on　a
  Saturday　afternoon。　　Nay；　the　silence　seemed　to　have　settled　down
  like　the　dust；　and　grown　old　and　thick；　so　dead　and　old　that　the
  ghost　of　the　ancient　noise　had　arisen　to　haunt　the　place。
  Thither　would　Robert　carry　his　violin；　and　there　would　he　woo　her。
  'I'm　thinkin'　I　maun　tak　her　wi'　me　the　nicht；　Sanders；'　he　said；
  holding　the　fiddle　lovingly　to　his　bosom；　after　he　had　finished　his
  next　lesson。
  The　shoemaker　looked　blank。
  'Ye're　no　gaein'　to　desert　me；　are　ye？'
  'Na；　weel　I　wat！'　returned　Robert。　'But　I　want　to　try　her　at　hame。
  I　maun　get　used　till　her　a　bittie；　ye　ken；　afore　I　can　du　onything
  wi'　her。'
  'I　wiss　ye　had　na　brought　her　here　ava。　　What　I　am　to　du　wantin'
  her！'
  'What　for　dinna　ye　get　yer　ain　back？'
  'I　haena　the　siller；　man。　　And；　forbye；　I　doobt　I　wadna　be　that　sair
  content　wi'　her　noo　gin　I　had　her。　　I　used　to　think　her　gran'。　　But
  I'm　clean　oot　o'　conceit　o'　her。　　That　bonnie　leddy's　ta'en　't　clean
  oot　o'　me。'
  'But　ye　canna　hae　her　aye；　ye　ken；　Sanders。　　She's　no　mine。　　She's
  my　grannie's；　ye　ken。'
  'What's　the　use　o'　her　to　her？　　She　pits　nae　vailue　upon　her。　　Eh；
  man；　gin　she　wad　gie　her　to　me；　I　wad　haud　her　i'　the　best　o'　shune
  a'　the　lave　o'　her　days。'
  'That　wadna　be　muckle；　Sanders；　for　she　hasna　had　a　new　pair　sin'
  ever　I　mind。'
  'But　I　wad　haud　Betty　in　shune　as　weel。'
  'Betty　pays　for　her　ain　shune；　I　reckon。'
  'Weel；　I　wad　haud　you　in　shune；　and　yer　bairns；　and　yer　bairns'
  bairns；'　cried　the　soutar；　with　enthusiasm。
  'Hoot；　toot；　man！　　Lang　or　that　ye'll　be　fiddlin'　i'　the　new
  Jeroozlem。'
  'Eh；　man！'　said　Alexander；　looking　uphe　had　just　cracked　the
  roset…ends　off　his　hands；　for　he　had　the　upper　leather　of　a　boot　in
  the　grasp　of　the　clams；　and　his　right　hand　hung　arrested　on　its
  blind　way　to　the　awl'duv　ye　think　there'll　be　fiddles　there？　　I
  thocht　they　war　a'　hairps；　a　thing　'at　I　never　saw；　but　it　canna　be
  up　till　a　fiddle。'
  'I　dinna　ken；'　answered　Robert；　'but　ye　suld　mak　a　pint　o'　seein'
  for　yersel'。'
  'Gin　I　thoucht　there　wad　be　fiddles　there；　faith　I　wad　hae　a　try。
  It　wadna　be　muckle　o'　a　Jeroozlem　to　me　wantin'　my　fiddle。　　But　gin
  there　be　fiddles；　I　daursay　they'll　be　gran'　anes。　　I　daursay　they
  wad　gi'　me　a　new　aneI　mean　ane　as　auld　as　Noah's　'at　he　played　i'
  the　ark　whan　the　de'il　cam'　in　by　to　hearken。　　I　wad　fain　hae　a　try。
  Ye　ken　a'　aboot　it　wi'　that　grannie　o'　yours：　hoo's　a　bo