He wad never hae dune as he did but
for the whusky. It jist drave oot a' gude and loot in a' ill.'
'Wull ye lat me tak this wi' me, grannie?' said Robert; for though
the portrait was useless for identification, it might serve a
further purpose.
'Ow, ay, tak it. I dinna want it. I can see him weel wantin' that.
But I hae nae houp left 'at ye'll ever fa' in wi' him.'
'God's aye doin' unlikly things, grannie,' said Robert, solemnly.
'He's dune a' 'at he can for him, I doobt, already.'
'Duv ye think 'at God cudna save a man gin he liket, than, grannie?'
'God can do a'thing. There's nae doobt but by the gift o' his
speerit he cud save a'body.'
'An' ye think he's no mercifu' eneuch to do 't?'
'It winna do to meddle wi' fowk's free wull. To gar fowk he gude
wad be nae gudeness.'
'But gin God could actually create the free wull, dinna ye think he
cud help it to gang richt, withoot ony garrin'? We ken sae little
aboot it, grannie! Hoo does his speerit help onybody? Does he gar
them 'at accep's the offer o' salvation?'
'Na, I canna think that. But he shaws them the trowth in sic a way
that they jist canna bide themsel's, but maun turn to him for verra
peace an' rist.'
'Weel, that's something as I think. An' until I'm sure that a man
has had the trowth shawn till him in sic a way 's that, I canna
alloo mysel' to think that hooever he may hae sinned, he has finally
rejeckit the trowth. Gin I kent that a man had seen the trowth as I
hae seen 't whiles, and had deleeberately turned his back upo' 't
and said, "I'll nane o' 't," than I doobt I wad be maist compelled
to alloo that there was nae mair salvation for him, but a certain
and fearfu' luikin' for o' judgment and fiery indignation.
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