they brought in the singers and made them sit and drink a gla.s.s of toddy at their table, and the Provost thanked them heartily and gave them a five-pound note to share between them."
"That was fine! The Provost is a gentleman. And he knew how to win the hearts of the Scotch laddies growing up to be good Scotchmen. Who were the five lads, Ian?"
"Donald was the leader, and there were with him Matthew Ballantyne, David Kerr, John Montrose, and Allan Reid, all of them members of my Wednesday night Bible cla.s.s."
"Then I cannot believe they did anything much out of the way, unless the Reids" way is narrower than the Bible way."
"After they left the Provost"s, Donald suddenly bethought himself that it was also his Uncle Hector"s birthday, and they all went to his big house in Blytheswood Square. There was a light in his parlor; for, you know, he always reads until the new day is born, and this night he was reading "Nicholas Nickleby," and laughing with himself over that insane _Mark Tapley"s_ pretenses to be jolly. Suddenly the violins asked sweetly and pa.s.sionately, "Wha Wadna Fecht for Charlie"? The old man took no notice. Then they all together began to merrily tell him,
""Twas up the craggy mountain, And down the wooded glen, They durst na go a-milking, For Charlie and his men."
And by the time they had finished this delightful complaint, and Donald had lifted his voice to a.s.sert that,
"Geordie sits in Charlie"s chair,"
and exhorted all true Hieland men,
"Keep up your hearts, for Charlie"s fight, Come what will, you"ve done what"s right,"
a crowd had gathered. For, you know, Jessy, how Donald can sing men out of themselves, and the crowd began to sing with him, so that this pa.s.sionate little rant filled the square. Windows were lifted, and doors flung open, and men and women at them joined heartily in the song."
"And wherever were the constables?"
"They were singing with the crowd, and no necessity for them to interfere. It was a perfectly orderly crowd, singing their national songs, and when they had finished
"Scots wha hae wi" Wallace bled,"
and fervently a.s.sured each other they,
"For Scotland"s King and law, Freedom"s sword would strongly draw, Free men stand, and free men fa","
my Uncle Hector threw wide his door, and bid the lads into his parlor.
"He is a grand old pagan--I mean saint."
"Say what you mean, Jessy. Donald says he looked proudly at him, and he thought for a moment he was going to kiss him, but instead of that ceremony, which might have been a little abashing and confusing to the lad, his uncle led him to the hearth and, pointing to two swords crossed over the chimneypiece, he said:
""Look well at them, Hieland laddies! They were in the hands of Alexander and Fergus Macrae when they fought to the death for King James and Prince Charlie. G.o.d rest their souls!""
At these words the Minister became silent, words appeared to choke him, and his eyes held a glimpse of the old dead world of his fathers. Jessy, also, was speechless, but their silence was fitter than any words could be.
In a short time the Minister steadied himself and proceeded: "The four young men with Donald doffed their bonnets, and looked silently at the weapons that had come home red from Culloden"s b.l.o.o.d.y field, and were still holding the red rust of carnage; but Donald stretched up his hand and touched them reverently, and then kissed his hand, and he told me his tears wet the kiss, and that he was proud of them--and really, Jessy, my own eyes were not dry--and a wave of--love came over me--and I--before I knew it--had clasped Donald"s hand and I think--yes, I am sure, I kissed him! I wonder at myself! Whatever made me do it?"
"The love of G.o.d, Ian, which is the love of all good and gracious things. The love of G.o.d, which is the love of your son, and the love of your country, and the love of all the n.o.ble feelings for which men dare to die, and go and tell _Him_ so. And what next, Ian? What next?"
"Uncle Hector called his valet, and bid him "Bring in the punch bowl,"
but Donald said they had drank from the Provost"s bowl all that was good for them. The old man then asked them to play him a reel, and off went "The Reel of Tullochgorum." One of the boys from the orchestra played, and the other four danced it with wonderful spirit and, though my uncle did not try the springing step, he snapped the time with his fingers and beat it with his feet and was in a kind of transfiguration. After the dance they sang "Auld Lang Syne" together, and then the old man was weary with his emotion and he said:
""Good boys! Good night! You have given my old age one splendid hour of its youth back again! My soul and my heart thank you, and here is a ten-pound note to ware on yourselves and good Scotch music"; and so with a "G.o.d bless you all!" he bid them good-bye!"
"It was a splendid hour and he did well to ware ten pounds on it."
"Elder Reid did not think so and, after the Sabbath service, he asked me to give him half-an-hour"s conversation at his office in the morning. I thought it was concerning Allan and Marion, but Donald, on Sabbath night, told me about the serenade, and so I went to Reid"s office in the morning quite prepared for the subject of offense."
"Did Elder Reid say anything about your uncle?"
"He said only think of that old pagan, Hector Macrae, giving the ranting boys ten pounds of good money!"
""_Major Macrae_," I corrected. "He won his t.i.tle on memorable battlefields, Elder, and he has every right to it." And, I added, "He is far from being a pagan. I wish we all loved G.o.d as sincerely as he does." Then Reid cooled a little, and answered, "You know, Minister, it would have been almost a miracle if he had given ten pounds to our Foreign Mission Fund. I asked him myself one day, and he pretended to be deaf, and would say nothing but "Eh? What? I don"t hear you! I"m vera busy!" and so to his bills and papers without even a "Seat yourself, Elder," and not a penny for the Foreign Mission Fund.""
Jessy laughed, a queer, indeterminate little laugh, and the Minister looked at her doubtfully, and then continued, "I reminded him that the Major gave with both hands to our Home Missions, and that men gave as their hearts moved them; also, that Christ considered Home Missions had the prior claim, "First at Jerusalem," and so also first in Glasgow, and then in India. "We are getting off our subject," I said to him and he answered crossly, "An altogether silly subject, kissing old swords, dancing old reels, snapping fingers and the like of such old world nonsense. I think Major Macrae forgot his duty, he should have admonished the young men, and not encouraged them in their foolishness.""
"What did you say to that, Ian?" asked Mrs. Caird.
"I reminded him that, in Leviticus, nineteenth chapter and fourteenth verse, it is written, "Thou shalt not curse the deaf"; and I added, "The absent are also the deaf, they cannot speak for themselves. I need say no more to you, Elder." And he begged pardon, and admitted he might be judging Major Macrae wrong, for it was true a great many people thought him a perfect saint; and I said, "You know, Elder, that a country is in a poor way when its religious life does not blossom in saints.""
"Was Donald in the office when you went there?"
"Yes, I saw him counting up a line of figures as I pa.s.sed his desk, and I felt sorry for the boy."
"I am glad of that, Ian. It was the best sign of grace you have had for a long time."
"Do not say such a thing as that, Jessy. I love my son with my whole heart. My life for his, if it were necessary."
"Forgive me, Ian! I believe you. What was the Elder wanting to talk to you about?"
"He asked, first, if I had spoken plainly to Marion concerning his son"s offer. I told him I had no opportunity to do so, as she had been visiting Lady Cramer for the past three weeks. Then he continued to urge Allan"s claims until I grew weary of the talk, and I finally said----"
"That Marion must not be forced to marry anyone, surely you said that much, Ian?"
"Not quite that, Jessy. I promised to stand by Allan and to urge Marion to favor him, but I added, "There is a certain right, Elder, which draws a girl to the _one man_ in the world for her. It is not much believed in, but perhaps it is the only Divine Right in this world." He seemed puzzled at my remark, and I did not explain it. Then he was huffy, and said he would make free to call my "Divine Right" Richard Cramer, a poor lord, with all his income mortgaged, and no morality to balance his poverty."
"You could have cleared yourself on that score. Why did you not tell him you were as much against Lord Cramer as he could be?"
"I was angry at the purse-proud creature, and I would say neither good nor ill of Lord Cramer. I let him see, and feel, I thought his words and temper very unbecoming in the Senior Elder of the Church of the Disciples, and so left him feeling very uncomfortable."
Then Jessy looked admiringly at her brother-in-law. She knew well how "uncomfortable" he could make people under his Scriptural reproofs.
"How was it Donald got home with you?" she asked. "Was the little favor a propitiation for the Elder"s unguarded temper? Did the Elder know he was coming?"
"As I left him, I said, "I will tell Donald to meet me at Stewart"s for lunch, and I will give him suitable counsel, Elder"; and the man was on his highest horse at once, and answered, "I hope you will, sir. For your sake, I should hate to send Donald off, but I must do so if he leads my son into any more ridiculous tom-fooleries. Allan has a tender conscience, and he felt he had done wrong, so he came straight to me and made his confession. I hope Donald will be equally frank with you.""
"So Donald lunched with you at Stewart"s? I am proud of that occurrence, Ian."
"I was proud likewise. There were over a dozen ministers present, and they all looked up and looked pleased when we entered the room together.
Every one had a word of praise and hope for Donald, and nearly all said, "You will be for St. Andrews, Donald, no doubt." I am afraid I had more personal pride in the lad"s beauty, fine carriage, and fine manner than I ought to have had, but----"
"Not any too much. What advice did you give him?"