"Vera weel. Somebody aye mixes the first gla.s.s. Somebody mixed your first gla.s.s. That is a bygane, and there is nae use at a" speiring after it. How is the lad to be saved? That is the question now."
"O Jenny, then you dare to hope for his salvation?"
"I would think it far mair sinfu" to despair o" it. The Father has twa kinds o" sons, deacon. Ye are ane like the elder brother; ye hae "served him many years and transgressed not at any time his commandment;" but this dear lad is his younger son--still his son, mind ye--and he"ll win hame again to his Father"s house. What for not?
He"s the bairn o" many prayers. Gae awa to your ain room, deacon; I"ll keep the watch wi" him. He"d rather see me nor you when he comes to himsel"."
Alas! the watch begun that night was one Jenny had very often to keep afterwards. David"s troubles gathered closer and closer round him, and the more trouble he had the deeper he drank. Within a month after that first shameful homecoming the firm of Callendar & Leslie went into sequestration. John felt the humiliation of this downcome in a far keener way than David did. His own business record was a stainless one; his word was as good as gold on Glasgow Exchange; the house of John Callendar & Co. was synonymous with commercial integrity. The prudent burghers who were his nephew"s creditors were far from satisfied with the risks David and Robert Leslie had taken, and they did not scruple to call them by words which hurt John Callendar"s honor like a sword-thrust. He did not doubt that many blamed him for not interfering in his nephew"s extravagant business methods; and he could not explain to these people how peculiarly he was situated with regard to David"s affairs; nor, indeed, would many of them have understood the fine delicacy which had dictated John"s course.
It was a wretched summer every way. The accountant who had charge of David"s affairs was in no hurry to close up a profitable engagement, and the creditors, having once accepted the probable loss, did not think it worth while to deny themselves their seaside or Highland trips to attend meetings relating to Callendar & Leslie. So there was little progress made in the settlement of affairs all summer, and David was literally out of employment. His uncle"s and his children"s presence was a reproach to him, and Robert and he only irritated each other with mutual reproaches. Before autumn brought back manufacturers and merchants to their factories and offices David had sunk still lower. He did not come home any more when he felt that he had drunk too much. He had found out houses where such a condition was the natural and the most acceptable one--houses whose doors are near to the gates of h.e.l.l.
This knowledge shocked John inexpressibly, and in the depth of his horror and grief he craved some human sympathy.
"I must go and see Dr. Morrison," he said one night to Jenny.
"And you"ll do right, deacon; the grip o" his hand and the shining o"
his eyes in yours will do you good; forbye, you ken weel you arena fit to guide yoursel", let alane Davie. You are too angry, and angry men tell many a lie to themsel"s."
There is often something luminous in the face of a good man, and Dr.
Morrison had this peculiarity in a remarkable degree. His face seemed to radiate light; moreover, he was a man anointed with the oil of gladness above his fellows, and John no sooner felt the glow of that radiant countenance on him than his heart leaped up to welcome it.
"Doctor," he said, choking back his sorrow, "doctor, I"m fain to see you."
"John, sit down. What is it, John?"
"It"s David, minister."
And then John slowly, and weighing every word so as to be sure he neither over-stated nor under-stated the case, opened up his whole heart"s sorrow.
"I hae suffered deeply, minister; I didna think life could be such a tragedy."
"A tragedy indeed, John, but a tragedy with an angel audience. Think of that. Paul says "we are a spectacle unto men and angels." Mind how you play your part. What is David doing now?"
"Nothing. His affairs are still unsettled."
"But that wont do, John. Men learn to do ill by doing what is next to it--nothing. Without some duty life cannot hold itself erect. If a man has no regular calling he is an unhappy man and a cross man, and I think prayers should be offered up for his wife and children and a"
who have to live with him. Take David into your own employ at once."
"O minister, that I canna do! My office has aye had G.o.d-fearing, steady men in it, and I canna, and--"
""And that day Jesus was guest in the house of a man that was a sinner." John, can"t you take a sinner as a servant into your office?"
"I"ll try it, minister."
"And, John, it will be a hard thing to do, but you must watch David constantly. You must follow him to his drinking-haunts and take him home; if need be, you must follow him to wa.r.s.e places and take him home. You must watch him as if all depended on your vigilance, and you must pray for him as if nothing depended on it. You hae to conquer on your knees before you go into the world to fight your battle, John.
But think, man, what a warfare is set before you--the saving of an immortal soul! And I"m your friend and helper in the matter; the lad is one o" my stray lambs; he belongs to my fold. Go your ways in G.o.d"s strength, John, for this grief o" yours shall be crowned with consolation."
It is impossible to say how this conference strengthened John Callendar. Naturally a very choleric man, he controlled himself into a great patience with his erring nephew. He watched for him like a father; nay, more like a mother"s was the thoughtful tenderness of his care. And David was often so touched by the love and forbearance shown him, that he made pa.s.sionate acknowledgments of his sin and earnest efforts to conquer it. Sometimes for a week together he abstained entirely, though during these intervals of reason he was very trying.
His remorse, his shame, his physical suffering, were so great that he needed the most patient tenderness; and yet he frequently resented this tenderness in a moody, sullen way that was a shocking contrast to his once bright and affectionate manner.
So things went on until the close of the year. By that time the affairs of the broken firm had been thoroughly investigated, and it was found that its liabilities were nearly 20,000 above its a.s.sets.
Suddenly, however, bundle wools took an enormous rise, and as the stock of "Callendar & Leslie" was mainly of this kind, they were pushed on the market, and sold at a rate which reduced the firm"s debts to about 17,000. This piece of good fortune only irritated David; he was sure now that if Robert had continued the fight they would have been in a position to clear themselves. Still, whatever credit was due the transaction was frankly given to David. It was his commercial instinct that had divined the opportunity and seized it, and a short item in the "Glasgow Herald" spoke in a cautiously flattering way of the affair.
Both John and David were greatly pleased at the circ.u.mstance. David also had been perfectly sober during the few days he had this stroke of business in hand, and the public acknowledgment of his service to the firm"s creditors was particularly flattering to him. He came down to breakfast that morning as he had not come for months. It was a glimpse of the old Davie back again, and John was as happy as a child in the vision. Into his heart came at once Dr. Morrison"s a.s.sertion that David must have some regular duty to keep his life erect. It was evident that the obligation of a trust had a controlling influence over him.
"David," he said cheerfully, "you must hae nearly done wi" that first venture o" yours. The next will hae to redeem it; that is all about it. Everything is possible to a man under forty years auld."
"We have our final meeting this afternoon, uncle. I shall lock the doors for ever to-night."
"And your debts are na as much as you expected."
"They will not be over 17,000, and they may be considerably less. I hope to make another sale this morning. There are yet three thousand bundles in the stock."
"David, I shall put 20,000 in your ain name and for your ain use, whatever that use may be, in the Western Bank this morning. I think you"ll do the best thing you can do to set your name clear again. If you are my boy you will."
"Uncle John, you cannot really mean that I may pay every shilling I owe, and go back on the Exchange with a white name? O uncle, if you should mean this, what a man you would make of me!"
"It is just what I mean to do, Davie. Is na all that I have yours and your children"s? But oh, I thank G.o.d that you hae still a heart that counts honor more than gold. David, after this I wont let go one o"
the hopes I have ever had for you."
"You need not, uncle. Please G.o.d, and with his help, I will make every one of them good."
And he meant to do it. He never had felt more certain of himself or more hopeful for the future than when he went out that morning. He touched nothing all day, and as the short, dark afternoon closed in, he went cheerfully towards the mill, with his new check-book in his pocket and the a.s.surance in his heart that in a few hours he could stand up among his fellow-citizens free from the stain of debt.
His short speech at the final meeting was so frank and manly, and so just and honorable to his uncle, that it roused a quiet but deep enthusiasm. Many of the older men had to wipe the mist from their gla.s.ses, and the heaviest creditor stood up and took David"s hand, saying, "Gentlemen, I hae made money, and I hae saved money, and I hae had money left me; but I never made, nor saved, nor got money that gave me such honest pleasure as this siller I hae found in twa honest men"s hearts. Let"s hae in the toddy and drink to the twa Callendars."
Alas! alas! how often is it our friends from whom we ought to pray to be preserved. The man meant kindly; he was a good man, he was a G.o.d-fearing man, and even while he was setting temptation before his poor, weak brother, he was thinking "that money so clean and fair and unexpected should be given to some holy purpose." But the best of us are the slaves of habit and chronic thoughtlessness. All his life he had signalled every happy event by a libation of toddy; everybody else did the same; and although he knew David"s weakness, he did not think of it in connection with that wisest of all prayers, "Lead us not into temptation."
CHAPTER VI.
David ought to have left then, but he did not; and when his uncle"s health was given, and the gla.s.s of steaming whiskey stood before him, he raised it to his lips and drank. It was easy to drink the second gla.s.s and the third, and so on. The men fell into reminiscence and song, and no one knew how many gla.s.ses were mixed; and even when they stood at the door they turned back for "a thimbleful o" raw speerit to keep out the cold," for it had begun to snow, and there was a chill, wet, east wind.
Then they went; and when their forms were lost in the misty gloom, and even their voices had died away, David turned back to put out the lights, and lock the mill-door for the last time. Suddenly it struck him that he had not seen Robert Leslie for an hour at least, and while he was wondering about it in a vague, drunken way, Robert came out of an inner room, white with scornful anger, and in a most quarrelsome mood.
"You have made a nice fool of yoursel", David Callendar! Flinging awa so much gude gold for a speech and a gla.s.s o" whiskey! Ugh!"
"You may think so, Robert. The Leslies have always been "rievers and thievers;" but the Callendars are of another stock."
"The Callendars are like ither folk--good and bad, and mostly bad.
Money, not honor, rules the warld in these days; and when folk have turned spinners, what is the use o" talking about honor! Profit is a word more fitting."
"I count mysel" no less a Callendar than my great-grandfather, Evan Callendar, who led the last hopeless charge on Culloden. If I am a spinner, I"ll never be the first to smirch the roll o" my house with debt and dishonesty, if I can help it."
"Fair nonsense! The height of nonsense! Your ancestors indeed! Mules make a great to-do about their ancestors having been horses!"
David retorted with hot sarcasm on the freebooting Leslies, and their kin the Armstrongs and Kennedys; and to Scotchmen this is the very sorest side of a quarrel. They can forgive a bitter word against themselves perhaps, but against their clan, or their dead, it is an unpardonable offence. And certainly Robert had an unfair advantage; he was in a cool, wicked temper of envy and covetousness. He could have struck himself for not having foreseen that old John Callendar would be sure to clear the name of dishonor, and thus let David and his 20,000 slip out of his control.