"Wha think ye"s been i" the faut here?"
The wrath of the soutar sprang up flaming.
"Gang oot o" my hoose, ye ill-thoucht.i.t wuman!" he shouted. "Gang oot o" "t this verra meenit--and comena intil "t again "cep it be to beg my pardon and that o" this gude wuman and my bonny la.s.s here! The Lord G.o.d bless her frae ill tongues!--Gang oot, I tell ye!"
The outraged father stood towering, whom all the town knew for a man of gentlest temper and great courtesy. The woman stood one moment dazed and uncertain, then turned and fled. Maggie retired with Mistress Cormack; and when the soutar joined them, he said never a word about the discomfited gossip. Eppie having taken her tea, rose and bade them good-night, nor crossed another threshold in the village.
CHAPTER VI
As soon as the baby was asleep, Maggie went back to the kitchen where her father still sat at work.
"Ye"re late the night, father!" she said.
"I am that, la.s.sie; but ye see I canna luik for muckle help frae you for some time: ye"ll hae eneuch to dee wi" that bairn o" yours; and we hae him to fen for noo as weel"s oorsels! No "at I hae the least concern aboot the bonny white raven, only we maun consider _him_ like the lave!"
"It"s little he"ll want for a whilie, father!" answered Maggie. "--But noo," she went on, in a tone of seriousness that was almost awe, "lat me hear what ye"re thinkin:--what kin" o" a mither could she be that left her bairn theroot i" the wide, eerie nicht? and what for could she hae dene "t?"
"She maun hae been some puir la.s.sie that hadna learnt to think first o" His wull! She had believt the man whan he promised to merry her, no kennin he was a leear, and no heedin the v"ice inside her that said _ye maunna_; and sae she loot him dee what he likit wi" her, and mak himsel the father o" a bairnie that wasna meant for him. Sic leeberties as he took wi" her, and she ouchtna to hae permitt.i.t, made a mither o" her afore ever she was merried. Sic fules hae an awfu" time o" "t; for fowk hardly ever forgies them, and aye luiks doon upo" them. Doobtless the rascal ran awa and left her to fen for hersel; naebody would help her; and she had to beg the breid for hersel, and the drap milk for the bairnie; sae that at last she lost hert and left it, jist as Hagar left hers aneath the buss i" the wilderness afore G.o.d shawed her the bonny wall o" watter."
"I kenna whilk o" them was the warst--father or mither!" cried Maggie.
"Nae mair do I!" said the soutar; "but I doobt the ane that lee"d to the ither, maun hae to be c.o.o.nt.i.t the warst!"
"There canna be mony sic men!" said Maggie.
""Deed there"s a heap o" them no a hair better!" rejoined her father; "but wae"s me for the puir la.s.sie that believes them!"
"She kenned what was richt a" the time, father!"
"That"s true, my dauty; but to ken is no aye to un"erstan"; and even to un"erstan" is no aye to see richt intil"t! No wuman"s safe that hasna the love o" G.o.d, the great Love, in her hert a" the time! What"s best in her, whan the vera best"s awa, may turn to be her greatest danger. And the higher ye rise ye come into the waur danger, till ance ye"re fairly intil the ae safe place, the hert o" the Father. There, and there only, ye"re safe!--safe frae earth, frae h.e.l.l, and frae yer ain hert! A" the temptations, even sic as ance made the haivenly hosts themsels fa" frae haiven to h.e.l.l, canna touch ye there! But whan man or wuman repents and heumbles himsel, there is He to lift them up, and that higher than ever they stede afore!"
"Syne they"re no to be despised that fa"!"
"Nane despises them, la.s.sie, but them that haena yet learnt the danger they"re in o" that same fa" themsels. Mony ane, I"m thinking, is keepit frae fa"in, jist because she"s no far eneuch on to get the guid o" the shame, but would jist sink farther and farther!"
"But Eppie tells me that maist o" them "at trips gangs on fa"in, and never wins up again."
"Ou, ay; that"s true as far as we, short-lived and short-sicht.i.t craturs, see o" them! but this warl"s but the beginnin; and the glory o" Christ, wha"s the vera Love o" the Father, spreads a heap further nor that. It"s no for naething we"re tellt hoo the sinner-women cam til him frae a" sides! They needit him sair, and cam. Never ane o" them was ower black to be latten gang close up til him; and some o" sic women un"erstede things he said "at mony a respectable wuman cudna get a glimp o"! There"s aye rain eneuch, as Maister Shaksper says, i" the sweet haivens to wash the vera han" o" murder as white as snow. The creatin hert is fu" o" sic rain. Loe _him_, la.s.sie, and ye"ll never glaur the bonny goon ye broucht white frae his hert!"
The soutar"s face was solemn and white, and tears were running down the furrows of his cheeks. Maggie too was weeping. At length she said--
"Supposin the mither o" my bairnie a wuman like that, can ye think it fair that _her_ disgrace should stick til _him?_"
"It sticks til him only in sic minds as never saw the lovely greatness o" G.o.d."
"But sic bairns come na intil the warl as G.o.d wad hae them come!"
"But your bairnie _is_ come, and that he couldna withoot the creatin wull o" the Father! Doobtless sic bairnies hae to suffer frae the prood jeedgment o" their fellow-men and women, but they may get muckle guid and little ill frae that--a guid naebody can reive them o". It"s no a mere veesitin o" the sins o" the fathers upo" the bairns, but a provision to haud the bairns aff o" the like, and to shame the fathers o" them. Eh, but sic maun be sair affront.i.t wi" themsels, that disgrace at ance the wife that should hae been and the bairn that shouldna! Eh, the puir bairnie that has sic a father! But he has anither as weel--a richt gran" father to rin til!--The ae thing," the soutar went on, "that you and me, Maggie, has to do, is never to lat the bairn ken the miss o"
father or mother, and sae lead him to the ae Father, the only real and true ane.--There he"s wailin, the bonny wee man!"
Maggie ran to quiet her little one, but soon returned, and sitting down again beside her father, asked him for a piece of work.
All this time, through his own cowardly indifference, the would-be-grand preacher, James Blatherwick, knew nothing of the fact that, somewhere in the world, without father or mother, lived a silent witness against him.
CHAPTER VII
Isy had contrived to postpone her return to her aunt until James was gone; for she dreaded being in the house with him lest anything should lead to the discovery of the relation between them. Soon after his departure, however, she had to encounter the appalling fact that the dread moment was on its way when she would no longer be able to conceal the change in her condition. Her first and last thought was then, how to protect the good name of her lover, and avoid involving him in the approaching ruin of her reputation. With this in view she vowed to G.o.d and to her own soul absolute silence with regard to the past: James"s name even should never pa.s.s her lips! Nor did she find the vow hard to keep, even when her aunt took measures to draw her secret from her; but the dread lest in her pains she should cry out for the comfort which James alone could give her, almost drove her to poison, from which only the thought of his coming child restrained her. Enabled at length only by the pure inexorability of her hour, she pa.s.sed through her sorrow and found herself still alive, with her lips locked tight on her secret.
The poor girl who was weak enough to imperil her good name for love of a worthless man, was by that love made strong to shield him from the consequences of her weakness. Whether in this she did well for the world, for the truth, or for her own soul, she never wasted a thought.
In vain did her aunt ply her with questions; she felt that to answer one of them would be to wrong him, and lose her last righteous hold upon the man who had at least once loved her a little. Without a gleam, without even a shadow of hope for herself, she clung, through shame and blame, to his scathlessness as the only joy left her. He had most likely, she thought, all but forgotten her very existence, for he had never written to her, or made any effort to discover what had become of her. She clung to the conviction that he could never have heard of what had befallen her.
By and by she grew able to reflect that to remain where she was would be the ruin of her aunt; for who would lodge in the same house with _her_?
She must go at once! and her longing to go, with the impossibility of even thinking where she could go, brought her to the very verge of despair, and it was only the thought of her child that still gave her strength enough to live on. And to add immeasurably to her misery, she was now suddenly possessed by the idea, which for a long time remained immovably fixed, that, agonizing as had been her effort after silence, she had failed in her resolve, and broken the promise she imagined she had given to James; that she had been false to him, brought him to shame, and for ever ruined his prospects; that she had betrayed him into the power of her aunt, and through her to the authorities of the church!
That was why she had never heard a word from him, she thought, and she was never to see him any more! The conviction, the seeming consciousness of all this, so grew upon her that, one morning, when her infant was not yet a month old, she crept from the house, and wandered out into the world, with just one shilling in a purse forgotten in the pocket of her dress. After that, for a time, her memory lost hold of her consciousness, and what befel her remained a blank, refusing to be recalled.
When she began to come to herself she had no knowledge of where she had been, or for how long her mind had been astray; all was irretrievable confusion, crossed with cloud-like trails of blotted dreams, and vague survivals of grat.i.tude for bread and pieces of money. Everything she became aware of surprised her, except the child in her arms. Her story had been plain to every one she met, and she had received thousands of kindnesses which her memory could not hold. At length, intentionally or not, she found herself in a neighbourhood to which she had heard James Blatherwick refer.
Here again a dead blank stopped her backward gaze--till suddenly once more she grew aware, and knew that she was aware, of being alone on a wide moor in a dim night, with her hungry child, to whom she had given the last drop of nourishment he could draw from her, wailing in her arms. Then fell upon her a hideous despair, and unable to carry him a step farther, she dropped him from her helpless hands into a bush, and there left him, to find, as she thought, some milk for him. She could sometimes even remember that she went staggering about, looking under the great stones, and into the clumps of heather, in the hope of finding something for him to drink. At last, I presume, she sank on the ground, and lay for a time insensible; anyhow, when she came to herself, she searched in vain for the child, or even the place where she had left him.
The same evening it was that Maggie came along with Andrew, and found the baby as I have already told. All that night, and a great part of the next day, Isy went searching about in vain, doubtless with intervals of repose compelled by utter exhaustion. Imagining at length that she had discovered the very spot where she left him, and not finding him, she came to the conclusion that some wild beast had come upon the helpless thing and carried him off. Then a gleam of water coming to her eye, she rushed to the peat-hag whence it was reflected, and would there have drowned herself. But she was intercepted and turned aside by a man who threw down his flauchter-spade, and ran between her and the frightful hole. He thought she was out of her mind, and tried to console her with the a.s.surance that no child left on that moor could be in other than luck"s way. He gave her a few half-pence, and directed her to the next town, with a threat of hanging if she made a second attempt of the sort. A long time of wandering followed, with ceaseless inquiry, and alternating disappointment and fresh expectation; but every day something occurred that served just to keep the life in her, and at last she reached the county-town, where she was taken to a place of shelter.
CHAPTER VIII
James Blatherwick was proving himself not unacceptable to his native parish, where he was thought a very rising man, inasmuch as his fluency was far ahead of his perspicuity. He soon came to note the soutar as a man far in advance of the rest of his parishioners; but he saw, at the same time, that he was regarded by most as a wild fanatic if not as a dangerous heretic; and himself imagined that he saw in him certain indications of a mild lunacy.
In Tiltowie he pursued the same course as elsewhere: anxious to let nothing come between him and the success of his eloquence, he avoided any appearance of differing in doctrine from his congregation; and until he should be more firmly established, would show himself as much as possible of the same mind with them, using the doctrinal phrases he had been accustomed to in his youth, or others so like that they would be taken to indicate unchanged opinions, while for his part he practised a mental reservation in regard to them.
He had noted with some degree of pleasure in the soutar, that he used almost none of the set phrases of the good people of the village, who devoutly followed the traditions of the elders; but he knew little as to what the soutar did not believe, and still less of what he did believe with all his heart and soul; for John MacLear could not even utter the name of G.o.d without therein making a confession of faith immeasurably beyond anything inhabiting the consciousness of the parson; and on his part soon began to note in James a total absence of enthusiasm in regard to such things of which his very calling implied at least an absolute acceptance: he would allude to any or all of them as merest matters of course! Never did his face light up when he spoke of the Son of G.o.d, of his death, or of his resurrection; never did he make mention of the kingdom of heaven as if it were anything more venerable than the kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland.
But the soul of the soutar would venture far into the twilight, searching after the things of G.o.d, opening wider its eyes, as the darkness widened around them. On one occasion the parson took upon him to remonstrate with what seemed to him the audacity of his parishioner:
"Don"t you think you are just going a little too far there, Mr.
MacLear?" he said.
"Ye mean ower far intil the dark, Mr. Blatherwick?"
"Yes, that is what I mean. You speculate too boldly."
"But dinna ye think, sir, that that direction it"s plain the dark grows a wee thinner, though I grant ye there"s nothing yet to ca" licht? Licht we may aye ken by its ain fair shinin, and by noucht else!"