"Ye will maybe tell the Session what ha.s.s been your "lawwork" and how long ye hef been at Sinai."
"A" dinna ken what yir askin". I was never oot o" Drumtochty," and Jessie breaks down utterly.
"A" dinna think, Moderator, we ocht tae ask sic questions," broke in Burnbrae, who could not see a little one put to confusion; "an" I canna mind them in the Gospels. There"s ae commandment Jessie keeps weel, as a" can testeefy, and that"s the fifth, for there"s no a better dochter in Drumtochty. A" move, Moderator, she get her token; dinna greet, puir woman, for ye"ve dune weel, and the Session"s rael satisfeed."
"It wa.s.s Dr. John"s mark I wa.s.s trying the girl by," explained Lachlan after Jessie had gone away comforted. "And it iss a goot mark, oh yes, and very searching.
"Ye will maybe not know what it iss, Moderator," and Lachlan regarded the minister with austere superiority, for it was the winter of the feud.
No, he did not, nor any of the Session, being all douce Scotchmen, except Donald Menzies who was at home fighting the devil.
"It iss broken bones, and Dr. John did preach three hours upon it at Auchindarroch Fast, and there wa.s.s not many went to the Sacrament on that occasion.
"Broken bones iss a fine mark to begin with, and the next will be doubts. But there iss a deeper," continued Lachlan, warming to his subject, "oh yes, far deeper, and I heard of it when I wa.s.s North for the sheep, and I will not be forgetting that day with Janet Macfarlane.
"I knew she wa.s.s a professor, and I wa.s.s looking for her marks. But it wa.s.s not for me to hef been searching her; it wa.s.s that woman that should hef been trying me."
A profound silence wrapt the Session.
""Janet," I said, "hef ye had many doubts?"
""Doubts, Lachlan? was that what you asked? I hef had desertions, and one will be for six months."
"So I saw she wa.s.s far beyond me, for I dare not be speaking about desertions."
Two minutes after the minister p.r.o.nounced the benediction, and no one had offered any remark in the interval.
It seemed to the elders that Lachlan dealt hardly with young people and those that had gone astray, but they learned one evening that his justice had at least no partiality. Burnbrae said afterwards that Lachlan "looked like a ghaist comin" in at the door," but he sat in silence in the shadow, and no one marked the agony on his face till the end.
"If that iss all the business, Moderator, I hef to bring a case of discipline before the Session, and ask them to do their duty. It iss known to me that a young woman who ha.s.s been a member of this church ha.s.s left her home and gone into the far country. There will be no use in summoning her to appear before the Session, for she will never be seen again in this parish. I move that she be cut off from the roll, and her name iss "--and Lachlan"s voice broke, but in an instant he recovered himself--"her name iss Flora Campbell."
Carmichael confessed to me that he was stricken dumb, and that Lachlan"s ashen face held him with an awful fascination.
It was Burnbrae that first found a voice, and showed that night the fine delicacy of heart that may be hidden behind a plain exterior.
"Moderator, this is a terrible calamity that hes befaen oor brither, and a"m feelin" as if a" hed lost a bairn o" my ane, for a sweeter la.s.sie didna cross oor kirk door. Nane o" us want tae know what hes happened or where she hes gane, and no a word o" this wull cross oor lips. Her faither"s dune mair than cud be expeckit o" mortal man, and noo we have oor duty. It"s no the way o" this Session tae cut aff ony member o" the flock at a stroke, and we "ill no begin with Flora Campbell. A" move, Moderator, that her case be left tae her faither and yersel, and oor neebur may depend on it that Flora"s name and his ain will be mentioned in oor prayers, ilka mornin" an"
nicht till the gude Shepherd o" the sheep brings her hame."
Burnbrae paused, and then, with tears in his voice--men do not weep in Drumtochty--"With the Lord there is mercy, and with Him is plenteous redemption."
The minister took the old man"s arm and led him into the manse, and set him in the big chair by the study fire. "Thank G.o.d, Lachlan, we are friends now; tell me about it as if I were your son and Flora"s brother."
The father took a letter out of an inner pocket with a trembling hand, and this is what Carmichael read by the light of the lamp:--
"DEAR FATHER,--When this reaches you I will be in London, and not worthy to cross your door. Do not be always angry with me, and try to forgive me, for you will not be troubled any more by my dancing or dressing. Do not think that I will be blaming you, for you have been a good father to me, and said what you would be considering right, but it is not easy for a man to understand a girl. Oh, if I had had my mother, then she would have understood me, and I would not have crossed you. Forget poor Flora"s foolishness, but you will not forget her, and maybe you will still pray for me. Take care of the geraniums for my sake, and give milk to the lamb that you called after me. I will never see you again, in this world or the next nor my mother ... (here the letter was much blotted). When I think that there will be no one to look after you, and have the fire burning for you on winter nights, I will be rising to come back. But it is too late, too late. Oh, the disgrace I will be bringing on you in the glen.--Your unworthy daughter,
FLORA CAMPBELL."
"This is a fiery trial, Lachlan, and I cannot even imagine what you are suffering. But do not despair, for that is not the letter of a bad girl. Perhaps she was impatient, and has been led astray. But Flora is good at heart, and you must not think she is gone forever."
Lachlan groaned, the first moan he had made, and then he tottered to his feet.
"You are fery kind, Maister Carmichael, and so wa.s.s Burnbrae, and I will be thankful you all, but you do not understand. Oh no, you do not understand." Lachlan caught hold of a chair and looked the minister in the face.
"She ha.s.s gone, and there will be no coming back. You would not take her name from the roll of the church, and I will not be meddling with that book. But I hef blotted out her name from my Bible, where her mother"s name iss written and mine. She has wrought confusion in Israel and in an elder"s house, and I ... I hef no danghter. But I loved her; she nefer knew how I loved her, for her mother would be looking at me from her eyes."
The minister walked with Lachlan to the foot of the hill on which his cottage stood, and after they had shaken hands in silence, he watched the old man"s figure in the cold moonlight till he disappeared into the forsaken home, where the fire had gone out on the hearth, and neither love nor hope were waiting for a broken heart.
The railway did not think it worth while to come to Drumtochty, and we, were cut off from the lowlands by miles of forest, so our manners retained the fashion of the former age. Six elders, besides the minister, knew the tragedy of Flora Campbell, and never opened their lips. Mrs. Macfadyen, who was our newspaper, and understood her duty, refused to pry into this secret. The pity of the glen went out to Lachlan, but no one even looked a question as he sat alone in his pew or came down on a Sat.u.r.day afternoon to the village shop for his week"s provisions. London friends thought me foolish about my adopted home, but I asked them whether they could find such perfect good manners in Belgravia, and they were silent. My Drumtochty neighbours would have played an awkward part in a drawing-room, but never have I seen in all my wanderings men and women of truer courtesy or tenderer heart.
"It gars ma hert greet tae see him," Mrs. Macfadyen said to me one day, "sae booed an" disjackit, him that wes that snod (tidy) and firm. His hair"s turned white in a month, and he"s awa" tae naething in his claithes. But least said is sunest mended. It"s no richt tae interfere wi" another"s sorrow, an" it wad be an awfu" sin tae misca" a young la.s.sie. We maun juist houp that Flora "ll sune come back, for if she disna Lachlan "ill no be lang wi"s. He"s sayin"
naethin", and a" respeck him for"t; but onybody can see that his hert is breakin"."
We were helpless till Marget Howe met Lachlan in the shop and read his sorrow at a glance. She went home to Whinnie Knowe in great distress.
"It wes waesome tae see the auld man githerin" his bit things wi" a shakin" hand, and speakin" tae me aboot the weather, and a" the time his eyes were sayin", "Flora, Flora.""
"Whar div ye think the young hizzie is, Marget?"
"Naebody needs tae know, Weelum, an" ye maunna speak that way, for whatever"s come ower her, she"s dear to Lachlan and tae G.o.d.
"It"s laid on me tae veesit Lachlan, for a"m thinking oor Father didna comfort us withoot expeckin" that we wud comfort other fouk."
When Marget came round the corner of Lachlan"s cottage, she found Flora"s plants laid out in the sun, and her father watering them on his knees. One was ready to die, and for it he had made a shelter with his plaid.
He was taken unawares, but in a minute he was leading Marget in with hospitable words.
"It iss kind of you to come to an old man"s house, Mistress Howe, and it iss a fery warm day. You will not care for speerits, but I am fery goot at making tea."
Marget was not as other women, and she spoke at once.
"Maister Campbell, ye will believe that I hev come in the love of G.o.d, and because we hev baith been afflickit. I had ae son, and he is gone; ye had a dochter, and she is gone. A" ken where George is, and am sateesfied. A" doot sairly yir sorrow is deeper than mine."
"Would to G.o.d that she wa.s.s lying in the kirkyard; but I will not speak of her. She iss not anything to me this day. See, I will show you what I hef done, for she ha.s.s been a black shame to her name."
He opened the Bible, and there was Flora"s name scored with wavering strokes, but the ink had run as if it had been mingled with tears.
Marget"s heart burned within her at the sight, and perhaps she could hardly make allowance for Lachlan"s blood and theology.
"This is what ye hev dune, and ye let a woman see yir wark. Ye are an auld man, and in sore travail, but a" tell ye before G.o.d ye hae the greater shame. Juist twenty years o" age this spring, and her mither dead. Nae woman to watch over her, and she wandered frae the fold, and a" ye can dae is to tak her oot o" yir Bible. Waes me if oor Father had blotted out oor names frae the Book o" Life when we left His hoose. But He sent His ain Son to seek us, an" a weary road He cam. A" tell ye, a man wudna leave a sheep tae perish as ye hae cast aff yir ain bairn. Yir worse than Simon the Pharisee, for Mary was nae kin tae him. Puir Flora, tae hae sic a father."
"Who will be telling you that I wa.s.s a Pharisee?" cried Lachlan, quivering in every limb, and grasping Marget"s arm.
"Forgie me, Lachlan, forgie me. It was the thocht o" the misguided la.s.sie carried me, for a" didna come tae upbraid ye."
But Lachlan had sunk into a chair and had forgotten her.
"She ha.s.s the word, and G.o.d will hef smitten the pride of my heart, for it iss Simon that I am. I wa.s.s hard on my child, and I wa.s.s hard on the minister, and there wa.s.s none like me. The Lord has laid my name in the dust, and I will be angry with her. But she iss the scapegoat for my sins, and ha.s.s gone into the desert. G.o.d be merciful to me a sinner." And then Marget understood no more, for the rest was in Gaelic, but she heard Flora"s name with another she took to be her mother"s twined together.