"What for should Neil tak" that trouble? You ken, as weel as I do, that if Bradley promised Maria"s father to deliver her into your hand, at your ain house, he would do no other way. Say you were from hame, he would just keep the la.s.sie till he could keep his promise. He is a very Pharisee anent such sma" matters. If you have finished your tea, gudeman, I will get the dishes put by."
They both rose at these words, Madame pulled a bell rope made of a band of embroidery, and a girl brought her a basin of hot water and two clean towels. Semple lit his long, clay pipe and went into the garden to see how the early peas were coming on, and to meditate on the events the day had brought to him. Madame also had her meditations, as she carefully washed the beautiful Derby china, and the two or three Apostle teaspoons, and put them away in the gla.s.s cupboard that was raised in one corner of the room. Her thoughts were complex, woven of love and hope and fear and regret. The advent of her granddaughter was not an unmixed delight; she was past sixty, not in perfect health, and she feared the care and guiding of a girl of scarce seventeen years old.
"Just the maist unreasonable time of any woman"s life," she sighed. "At that age, they are sure they know a" things, and can judge a" things; and to doubt it is rank tyranny, and they are in a blaze at a word, for they have every feeling at fever heat. A body might as well try to reason wi" a baby or a bull, for they"ll either cry or rage, till you give in to them. However, Maria has a deal o" Gordon in her, and they are sensible bodies--in the main. I"ll even do as the auld song advises:
"Bide me yet, and bide me yet, For I know not what will betide me yet."
When the room was in order, she threw a shawl round her and went to her husband. "I hae come to bring you inside, Elder," she said, "the night air is chilly and damp yet, and you arena growing younger."
"I walked down as far as the river bank, Janet," he answered, "and I see the boat is rocking at her pier. Neil should look after her."
"Neil is looking after another kind of a boat at present. I hope he will have as much sense as the rats, and leave a sinking ship in good time to save himsel"."
"Janet, you should be feared to say such like words! They are fairly wicked--and they gie me a sair heart."
"Oh, forgive me, Alexander! My thoughts will fly to my lips. I forget! I forget! I hae a sair heart, too"--and they went silently into the house with this shadow between them until Janet said:
"Let me help you off wi" your coat, dearie. Your soft, warm wrap is here waiting for you," and against her gentle words and touch he had no armor. His offense melted away, he let her help him to remove his heavy satin-lined coat, with its long stiffened skirts, and fold round his spare form the dama.s.se wrap with its warm lining of flannel. Then, with a sigh of relief he sat down, loosened his neckband, handed Madame his laces, and called for a fresh pipe.
In the meantime Madame hung the coat carefully over a chair, and in flecking off a little dust from its richly trimmed lapel, she tossed aside with an unconscious contempt, the bit of scarlet ribbon at the b.u.t.tonhole. "You are requiring a new ribbon, Alexander," she said. "If you must wear your colors on your auld breast, I would, at least, hae them fresh."
He either ignored, or did not choose to notice the spirit of her words; he took them at their face value, and answered: "You are right, Janet.
I"ll buy a half yard in the morning. I tell you, that one bit o" rusty, draggled red ribbon gave me a heart-ache this afternoon."
Madame did not make the expected inquiry, and after a glance into her face he continued: "It was at the Van Heemskirk"s house. I was talking to Joanna, and I saw it o"er the door, and remembered the night my friend Joris nailed up the blue ribbon which Batavius has taken down. I could see him standing there, with his large face smiling and shining, and his great arms reaching upward, and I could hear the stroke o" the hammer that seemed to keep time to his words: "_Alexander myn jougen!_"
he said, "for Freedom the color is always blue. Over my house door let it blow; yes, then, over my grave also, if G.o.d"s will it be." And I answered him, "you are a fool, Joris, and you know not what you are saying or doing, and G.o.d help you when you do come to your senses." Then he turned round with the hammer in his hand and looked at me--I shall never forget that look--and said "a little piece of blue ribbon, Alexander, but for a man"s life and liberty it stands, for dead already is that man who is not free." Then he took me into the garden, and as we walked he could talk of naething else, "men do not need in their coffins to lie stark," he said, "they may without that, be dead; walking about this city are many dead men.""
"Joris Van Heemskirk is a good man. Wherever he is, I ken well, he is G.o.d"s man," said Janet, "doing his duty simply and cheerfully."
"As he sees duty, Janet; I am sure o" that. And as he talked he kept touching the ribbon in his waistcoat, as if it was a sacred thing, and when I said something o" the kind, he answered me out o" the Holy Book, and bid me notice G.o.d himself had chosen blue and told Israel to wear it on the fringes o" their garments as a reminder o" their deliverance by Him. Then I couldna help speaking o" the Scotch Covenanters wearing the blue ribbon, and he followed wi" the Dutch Protestors, and I was able to cap the n.o.ble army wi" the English Puritans fighting under Cromwell for civil and religious liberty."
"And gudeman!" cried Janet, all in a tremble of enthusiasm, "General Washington is at this very time wearing a broad blue ribbon across his breast;" and there was such a light in her eyes, and such pride in her voice, the Elder could not say the words that were on his tongue; he magnanimously pa.s.sed by her remark and returned to his friend, Joris Van Heemskirk. "Blue or red," he continued, "we had a wonderfu" hour, and when we came to part that night we had no need to take each other"s hands; we had been walking hand-in-hand together like twa laddies, and we did not know it."
"You"ll have many a happy day with your friend yet, gudeman; Joris Van Heemskirk will come hame again."
"He will hae a sair heart when he sees his hame, specially his garden."
"He will hae something in his heart to salve all losses and all wrongs; but I wonder Joanna doesna take better care o" her father"s place."
"She canna work miracles. I thought when I got her there as tenant o"
the King, she would keep a" things as they were left; but Batavius has six or eight soldiers boarding there--low fellows, non-commissioned officers and the like o" them--and the beautiful house is naething but barricks in their sight; and as for the garden, what do they care for boxwood and roses? They dinna see a thing beyond their victuals, and liquor, and the cards and dominoes in their hands. Joanna has mair than she can manage."
"Didn"t Batavius sell his house on the East river?"
"Of course he did--to the Government--made a good thing of it; then he got into his father-in-law"s house as a tenant of the Government. I don"t think he ever intends to move out of it. When the war is over he will buy it for a trifle, as confiscated property."
"He"ll do naething o" the kind! He"ll never, never, never buy it. You may tak" my solemn word for that, Alexander Semple."
"How do you ken so much, Janet?"
"The things we ken best, are the things we were never told. I will not die till I have seen Joris Van Heemskirk smoking his pipe with you on his ain hearth, and in his ain summer-house. He can paint some new mottoes o"er it then."
She was on the verge of crying, but she spoke with an irresistible faith, and in spite of his stubborn loyalty to King George, Semple could not put away the conviction that his wife"s words were true. They had all the force of an intuition. He felt that the conversation could not be continued with Joris Van Heemskirk as its subject, and he said, "I wonder what is keeping Neil? He told me he would be hame early to-night."
"Then you saw him to-day?"
"He was in the King"s Arms, when I went there to read my letter--he and Governor Robertson--and I had a few words wi" the Governor anent Dr.
Rogers and the reopening of our kirk."
"You did well and right to speak to them. It is a sin and a shame in a Christian country to be kept out o" Sabbath ordinances."
"He told me we had the Church o" England to go to."
"Aye; and we hae the King o" England to serve."
"Here comes Neil, and I am glad o" it. Somehow, he makes things mair bearable."
The young man entered with a grave cheerfulness; he bowed to his father, kissed his mother, and then drew a chair to the cold hearth. In a few minutes he rang the bell, and when it was answered, bid the negro bring hot coals and kindle the fire.
"Neil, my dear lad," said the Elder, "are you remembering that wood is nearly ungetable--ten pounds or mair a cord? I hae but little left. I"m feared it won"t see the war out."
"If wood is getable at any price, I am not willing to see mother and you shivering. Burn your wood as you need it, and trust for the future."
"I hae told your father the same thing often, Neil; careful, of course, we must be, but sparing is not caring. There was once a wife who always took what she wanted, and she always had enough." The fire blazed merrily, and Neil smiled, and the Elder stretched out his thin legs to the heat, and the whole feeling of the room was changed. Then Madame said:
"Neil, your brother Alexander has gane to Scotland."
"I expected him to take that step."
"And he is sending little Maria to us, until he gets a home for her."
"I should not think she will be much in the way, mother. She is only a child."
"She is nearly seventeen years old. She won"t be much in my way; it is you that will hae to take her out--to military b.a.l.l.s and the like."
"Nonsense! I can"t have a child trailing after me in such places."
"Vera likely you will trail after her. You will be better doing that than after some o" the ladies o" Clinton"s court."
"I can tell you, Neil," said Neil"s father, "that it is a vera pleasant sensation, to hae a bonnie la.s.sie on your arm wha is, in a manner, your ain. I ken naething in the world that gives a man such a superior feeling."
Neil looked at the speaker with a curious admiration. He could not help envying the old man who had yet an enthusiasm about lovely women.
"I fancy, sir," he answered, "that the women of your youth were a superior creation to those of the present day. I cannot imagine myself with any woman whose society would give me that sensation."
"Women are always the same, Neil--yesterday, to-day, and forever. What they are now, they were in Abraham"s time, and they will be when time shall be nae langer. Is not that so, mother?"
"Maybe; but you"ll tak" notice, they hae suited a" kinds o" men, in a"
countries and in a" ages. I dare say our little Maria will hae her lovers as well as the lave o" them, and her uncle Neil will be to keep an eye on them. But I"m weary and sleepy, and if you men are going to talk the fire out I"ll awa" to my room and my bed."