"You wad hae as much right to his purse as his room, if he had left his purse in your keeping. The room wasna yours to lend, Maggie."
"And, Davie, I dinna like Angus Raith, and his mither is here the day lang, and till the late night; and Angus is aye to convoy her hame; and he sits in your chair, and glowers at me, or he says words I canna listen till, and I want nae love from him or any other man. If you will be a brither to me, and no let folks tread my gude name in the mire, I"ll aye be a true sister to you, Davie, and I"ll care for nane but you."
"I"ll let nane say ill o" you, if you dinna deserve it, Maggie. Folks should think shame o" themselves to set on a la.s.s without man or woman to stand by her."
"I"m sure I aye said what I could wi" truth for the la.s.sie."
"I dinna think it. And as for Maggie"s money, that is Maggie"s business and my business. Maggie"s money is clean money, every penny o" it. There is my word for that. I am sure it was weel kent that fayther left money lying in Largo Bank; but I"ll gie accounts to nane; and I"ll not hae Maggie asked for them either. As for Angus Raith, he might hae taken his "no" before this. I"ll not blame Maggie for not liking him; and I wad be as weel pleased for Maggie to bide single, till I hae my ain manse to marry her from. Now I willna hae my life and prospects wrecked for women"s battlement and quarrels;" and then David very foolishly spoke of Dr. Balmuto"s coldness to him; and on this subject David got warm and eloquent, and Aunt Janet perceived that the minister was disposed to blame Maggie.
Before leaving for his cla.s.ses again, he did what he thought was the prudent thing to do for all parties. He really satisfied no one. Maggie felt that he had been less kind to her in many ways than he ought to have been. The villagers resented the change in his manners and speech. Their affairs, never interesting to him, were now distasteful; he went little among them, but sat most of his time reading in his own cottage. If he walked down to the pier or the boat-house, he brought unavoidably a different element with him. The elder men disputed all he said, the younger ones took little notice of him. He might have understood from his own experience what Maggie was suffering; but David had his mind full of grand themes, and he brushed the opinions of a few fishermen off, as he brushed a fly from his open book. After he had returned to Glasgow, Aunt Janet said, with an air of wrong and offence--"Brither and sister sail in one boat;" and she had more sympathy for her opinion.
The dreariest part of the winter was to come. David was not to return home again until the end of July; perhaps not even then. He had been spoken to about spending the long vacation with Prof. Laird"s son in the Hebrides, as a kind of travelling tutor; and he hoped for the appointment. If he got it a whole year might pa.s.s before his next visit to Pittenloch. And Maggie"s position had not been in any respect bettered, either by the minister"s or David"s interference. Aunt Janet had received no special reproofs or threats for her encroachments on Maggie"s rights, and she made a point of extending them in many ways. Before March was over the girl was growing desperate.
Character is c.u.mulative, and Maggie had been through these days of mean and bitter trials unconsciously gathering strength. She was not the same woman that had stood reproachful at destiny by the beached boat eleven months before. Yet even then she had nursed a rebellious thought against the hopelessness of Fate. She had refused to believe that the boat had been built and destined for death and destruction; if something had been done, which had not been done, it would have come safe to harbor. So also she would not believe that her own misery was beyond help, and that all that remained to her was a weary hoping and watching for Allan"s return.
She was just at the point when endurance is waiting for the last unendurable straw, when one morning Angus Raith called early, and asked permission to use the "Allan Campbell" for a day"s fishing. "Tak" her and welcome," answered Janet Caird, promptly.
"Aunt Janet, you hae nae right to lend what isna yours, nor ever like to be yours. David told you that plain as words could mak" it."
"You and your brither wear the life oot o" me, wi" your pride and ill-temper. Tak" the boat, Angus."
"You let it alone, Angus. It is my boat, and I"ll send the water-bailiff after you for theft, if you lift her anchor."
"You will, will you? You mean meeserable hizzy! Then you"ll hae to tak me up wi" Angus; for I"m wi" him, and will stand by him, afore a" the lords o" Edinburgh. Tak" the boat, Angus. I"ll tak" the blame o" it! David Promoter willna publish a thief in his ain house; he"s o"er much set up wi" himsel" and his gude name."
"Thank you, Mistress Caird; I"ll tak" it. If a man tak"s your sweetheart, you may weel tak" his boat. I"ll bring you part o" my luck, when the boat comes hame at night."
"Dinna count your feesh, until you"ve caught them, Angus Raith," said Maggie, pa.s.sionately; "and as for luck, it is bad luck you deserve, and bad luck you"ll get, wi" your stolen boat."
"Hear to the la.s.s! bespeaking sorrow for gude men, on a gude day"s wark!"
Maggie answered not a word; she turned dourly round, went into her room and locked it. "I"ll run awa" from it a"!" and in the first moment of her solitary pa.s.sion of grief, the words struck her like an order. In great emergencies, the soul does gives orders; clear, prompt, decisive words, that leave no shadow of doubt behind them. "Go" said her soul to her, and she began immediately to consider her plans. She did not want for money.
She had upwards of 23 left, beside an order for the 50 lying in Largo Bank, which David had insisted on her keeping in case any sudden need came for it.
"I"ll put on my kirk clothes, and I"ll go to Kinkell; Watty Young will carry me in his wagon to Stirling, and there, I"ll tak" a train for Glasgow. David will find some way to get me a shelter, and I can sew, and earn my ain bite and sup."
This was her simple, straightforward plan, and as soon as she had determined to go away, it seemed wonderful to her that she had not done it sooner. "But one canna cross the stile till they get to it," she reflected; now however the idea took complete possession of her. She heard Mrs. Raith and various other women talking with her aunt: she heard herself repeatedly called to come and look after the broth, or other domestic concerns, but she took no notice of any demand upon her. She occupied the morning in locking away her simple treasures, and in making into a small bundle a linsey dress and a change of linen. She did not notice, until her room grew suddenly dark, that the wind had risen, and the sky become black and stormy. Some uneasy presentiment drove her then to the cottage door, where she stood with the rain blowing into her face, watching the boats tossing back to harbor.
"You see what your ill wishes hae brought. I hope there mayna be lives lost by your temper."
"Parfect nonsense! There is nae ill wish that is mair than idle breath, if it be na His will."
Just at dusk there was an outcry and a clamor of women"s voices followed by pa.s.sionate wailing, and a few minutes afterward Mistress Raith ran shrieking into the cottage. "The "Allan Campbell" has gone to the bottom, and my boy Laurie wi" her. Oh, the ill heart, and the ill tongue o" you, Maggie Promoter! I"d like fine to send you after him! Gie us a help, wives, and let"s gie her a ducking at the vera least!" The wretched mother was half crazy, and Maggie fled from her presence. The circ.u.mstance was the seal to her purpose. She knew well how her few angry words would be held against her, and she said mournfully, "There"s nae hope o" kindness nor justice here for me. I should hae gane this morning when the thocht came to me. I wad hae been on the road to Stirling ere this."
There was a constant succession of visitors at the cottage until late, but as soon as all was quiet, Maggie went to her wretched hearthstone, and silently made herself a cup of tea. Janet Caird sat rocking herself to and fro, bewailing the dead, and the living; but yet carefully watching the unusual proceedings and dress of her niece. At length, finding Maggie was not to be provoked into words, she pretended suddenly to observe her kirk clothes--"Whatna for hae you that fine merino on this night? Surely, Maggie Promoter, you arena thinking o" going to the house o" mourning --you, that ought to be on your bended knees for the ill wishes you sent the puir lad to the bottom wi". And after a" it wasna Angus but little Laurie that got the weight o" your ill thochts!"
"Do stop, aunt. Say them words to the minister, and hear the reproof you"ll get! As if the breath o" an angry woman could make Him turn the keys that nane turn but Him. And if you want to ken whar I am going, I may as weel tell you now, as the morn. I am going to my brither Davie, for I cannot thole the bad tongue and the bad heart o" you, anither day."
"Hear to the wicked la.s.s! My bad tongue! My bad heart! I sall scream oot at sich words--"
"Dinna flyte mair at me for ony sake, Aunt Janet. You"ll get the hoose to yoursel" in the early morning."
"And then what sail I do? A puir auld woman wiled awa" frae her ain hame."
"Aunt Janet, you can go back to your ain hame. There is nane to hinder you. When you are ready, lock the door, and gie the key to Elder Mackelvine. But if you like this bien comfortable cottage better than the one bit empty room David took you from, you can stay in it your lane. I wadna bide wi" you anither day for gude words, nor gude gold; no, nor for onything else."
"My bite and sup were aye sure at Dron Point; but what will I do here at a"? Hae you made a provision for the five shillings weekly?"
"Na, na; I hae paid that o"er lang. At Dron Point you spun your pickle o"
tow, and you nursed the sick folk. There is mair spinning here, and mair sick folk. You are nae waur off, but better. And it is little o" the siller I hae given you that has been spent. A" expenses hae come oot o" my pocket."
"I"ll no hear tell o"you going awa"! Sich daftness. And surely if you will gae, you"ll no leave an auld body like me wi"out some sma" income. You that"s got siller."
"I hae nae mair than I want. But I"ll ask Davie to do what he thinks he can do for you; seeing that you are my fayther"s sister. Puir fayther! I hope he doesna ken how hard you hae been on me."
"You sall not go! I"ll no be left my lane--"
"I tell you, aunt, I am going in the morning. There is naebody in Pittenloch can stop me; no, nor Doctor Balmuto himsel"."
Still Janet Caird scarcely believed Maggie. The girl had never been further from home than Kinkell. She thought she would go first to the minister, and she felt sure the minister would send her back home. So when Maggie pa.s.sed out of the door soon after daybreak, and said "good-bye, Aunt Janet," the old woman answered with an affected laugh--"gude-bye till the sun is doon. The night will bring you hame, Maggie."
Maggie took the hills and was far up them before the village was astir.
She had no intention of calling upon the minister; she still resented his last conversation with her, and after what he had said to Davie she had little hopes of obtaining a kind hearing from him just yet. She found Sandy Young"s wagon nearly ready to start for Stirling, and she easily got a seat in it. It was a slow, lumbering conveyance, but she was in no hurry; and she enjoyed very much the leisurely drive through lanes, and inland hamlets, and queer old towns. It was a strange and wonderful experience to a girl who had seen little of nature but the sea and the rocks, and little of men, save the men and women of her own distinctive cla.s.s.
On the evening of the third day she reached Glasgow. It was a clear, blowing March day, very near the anniversary of her father"s and brothers"
death. Glasgow was in one of its brightest moods; the streets clean and crowded, and the lamplighters just beginning to light them. She easily found her way to the Candleriggs, and to the house in which David lodged.
Here, for the first time, her heart failed her. She loitered about the window of the bakery until she had a sense of shame and hunger and weariness that overcame all her fears. "I"m wanting Mr. Promoter, ma"am,"
she said at length to the woman behind the counter, and the woman looking sharply at her answered, "He"s in his room. Go through the close and up the stair; it"s at the right hand side."
It seemed strange to knock at her brother"s door, and yet Maggie felt as if David would expect it of her. He answered the timid summons by a loud peremptory "Come in;" but when Maggie entered he leaped to his feet in amazement, and let the big book in his hand fall to the floor. There were the remains of tea on the table, and a young man who was sitting with David had pushed the cups aside, and filled their places with his papers and books.
"Maggie!"
"Ay, it"s me, Davie."
"What has brought you to Glasgow?"
"You ken I wouldna come without a good reason. I hope I am na unwelcome."
Her eyes filled, she could scarcely endure the strain of uncertainty as she stood before him.
Then he took her hands and kissed her brow, and said, "Cameron, this is my sister, my only near relative, so I"m sure you"ll excuse me the night."
And the young man, who had been gazing with delight on Maggie"s beauty, rose with an apology and went away.
"Now, Maggie, I want to know what has brought you here?"
"Gie me some bread and tea first, for I am fair famished, and then I"ll tell you."
"I must also speak to the good wife about a sleeping place for you under her own eye. You"ll be going back to-morrow."