And David"s personal accusation sounded so much like a reproof, that James did not feel it safe to pursue the subject.
That very night David wrote thus to his nephew:
"Donald, my dear lad, if thou owest James Blackie 20, pay it immediate. Lying is the second vice, owing money is the first. I enclose draft for 70 instead o" 50, as per request."
That 70 was a large sum in the eyes of the careful Glasgow trader; in the young Highlander"s eyes it seemed but a small sum. He could not form any conception of the amount of love it represented, nor of the struggle it had cost David to "gie awa for nae consideration" the savings of many days, perhaps weeks, of toil and thought.
In September Christine came back, and towards the end of October, Donald. He was greatly improved externally by his trip and his a.s.sociations--more manly and more handsome--while his manners had acquired a slight touch of hauteur that both amused and pleased his uncle. It had been decided that he should remain in Glasgow another winter, and then select his future profession. But at present Donald troubled himself little about the future. He had returned to Christine more in love with the peace and purity of her character than ever; and besides, his pecuniary embarra.s.sments in Glasgow were such as to require his personal presence until they were arranged.
This arrangement greatly troubled him. He had only a certain allowance from his father--a loving but stern man--who having once decided what sum was sufficient for a young man in Donald"s position, would not, under any ordinary circ.u.mstances, increase it. David Cameron had already advanced him 70. James Blackie was a resource he did not care again to apply to. In the meantime he was pressed by small debts on every hand, and was living among a cla.s.s of young men whose habits led him into expenses far beyond his modest income. He began to be very anxious and miserable. In Christine"s presence he was indeed still the same merry-hearted gentleman; but James saw him in other places, and he knew from long experience the look of care that drew Donald"s handsome brows together.
One night, towards the close of this winter, James went to see an old man who was a broker or trader in bills and money, doing business in the Cowcaddens. James also did a little of the same business in a cautious way, and it was some mutual transaction in gold and silver that took him that dreary, soaking night into such a locality.
The two men talked for some time in a low and earnest voice, and then the old man, opening a greasy leather satchel, displayed a quant.i.ty of paper which he had bought. James looked it over with a keen and practised eye. Suddenly his att.i.tude and expression changed; he read over and over one piece of paper, and every time he read it he looked at it more critically and with a greater satisfaction.
"Andrew Starkie," he said, "where did you buy this?"
"Weel, James, I bought it o" Laidlaw--Aleck Laidlaw. Ye wadna think a big tailoring place like that could hae the wind in their faces; but folks maun hae their bad weather days, ye ken; but it blew me gude, so I"ll ne"er complain. Ye see it is for 89, due in twenty days now, and I only gied 79 for it--a good name too, nane better."
"David Cameron! But what would he be owing Laidlaw 89 for clothes for?"
"Tut, tut! The claithes were for his nephew. There was some trouble anent the bill, but the old man gied a note for the amount at last, at three months. It"s due in twenty days now. As he banks wi" your firm, ye may collect it for me; it will be an easy-made penny or twa."
"I would like to buy this note. What will you sell it for?"
"I"m no minded to sell it. What for do ye want it?"
"Nothing particular. I"ll give you 90 for it."
"If it"s worth that to you, it is worth mair. I"m no minded to tak 90."
"I"ll give you 95."
"I"m no minded to tak it. It"s worth mair to you, I see that. What are you going to mak by it? I"ll sell it for half o" what you are counting on." "Then you would not make a bawbee. I am going to ware 95 on--on a bit of revenge. Now will you go shares?"
"Not I. Revenge in cold blood is the deil"s own act. I dinna wark wi"
the deil, when it"s a losing job to me."
"Will you take 95 then?"
"No. When lads want whistles they maun pay for them."
"I"ll give no more. For why? Because in twenty days you will do my work for me; then it will cost me nothing, and it will cost you 89, that is all about it, Starkie."
Starkie lifted the note which James had flung carelessly down, and his skinny hands trembled as he fingered it. "This is David Cameron"s note o" hand, and David Cameron is a gude name."
"Yes, very good. Only that is not David Cameron"s writing, it is a--forgery. Light your pipe with it, Andrew Starkie."
"His nephew gave it himsel" to Aleck Laidlaw--"
"I know. And I hate his nephew. He has come between me and Christine Cameron. Do you see now?"
"Oh! oh! oh! I see, I see! Well, James, you can have it for 100--as a favor."
"I don"t want it now. He could not have a harder man to deal with than you are. You suit me very well."
"James, such business wont suit me. I can"t afford to be brought into notice. I would rather lose double the money than prosecute any gentleman in trouble."
The older man had reasoned right--James dared not risk the note out of sight, dared not trust to Starkie"s prosecution. He longed to have the bit of paper in his own keeping, and after a wary battle of a full hour"s length Andrew Starkie had his 89 back again, and James had the note in his pocket-book.
Through the fog, and through the wind, and through the rain he went, and he knew nothing, and he felt nothing but that little bit of paper against his breast. Oh, how greedily he remembered Donald"s handsome looks and stately ways, and all the thousand little words and acts by which he imagined himself wronged and insulted. Now he had his enemy beneath his feet, and for several days this thought satisfied him, and he hid his secret morsel of vengeance and found it sweet--sharply, bitterly sweet--for even yet conscience pleaded hard with him.
As he sat counting his columns of figures, every gentle, forgiving word of Christ came into his heart. He knew well that Donald would receive his quarterly allowance before the bill was due, and that he must have relied on this to meet it. He also knew enough of Donald"s affairs to guess something of the emergency that he must have been in ere he would have yielded to so dangerous an alternative. There were times when he determined to send for Donald, show him the frightful danger in which he stood, and then tear the note before his eyes, and leave its payment to his honor. He even realized the peace which would flow from such a deed. Nor were these feelings transitory, his better nature pleaded so hard with him that he walked his room hour after hour under their influence, and their power over him was such as delayed all action in the matter for nearly a week.
CHAPTER IV.
At length one morning David Cameron came into the bank, and having finished his business, walked up to James and said, "I feared ye were ill, James. Whatna for hae ye stayed awa sae lang? I wanted ye sairly last night to go o"er wi" me the points in this debate at our kirk. We are to hae anither session to-night; ye"ll come the morn and talk it o"er wi" me?"
"I will, Mr. Cameron."
But James instantly determined to see Christine that night. Her father would be at the kirk session, and if Donald was there, he thought he knew how to whisper him away. He meant to have Christine all to himself for an hour or two, and if he saw any opportunity he would tell her all. When he got to David"s the store was still open, but the clerk said, "David has just gone," and James, as was his wont, walked straight to the parlor.
Donald was there; he had guessed that, because a carriage was in waiting, and he knew it could belong to no other caller at David Cameron"s. And never had Donald roused in him such an intense antagonism. He was going to some National Celebration, and he stood beside Christine in all the splendid picturesque pomp of the McFarlane tartans. He was holding Christine"s hand, and she stood as a white lily in the glow and color of his dark beauty. Perhaps both of them felt James" entrance inopportune. At any rate they received him coldly, Donald drew Christine a little apart, said a few whispered words to her, and lifting his bonnet slightly to James, he went away.
In the few minutes of this unfortunate meeting the devil entered into James" heart. Even Christine was struck with the new look on his face.
It was haughty, malicious, and triumphant, and he leaned against the high oaken chimney-piece in a defiant way that annoyed Christine, though she could not a.n.a.lyze it.
"Sit down, James," she said with a touch of authority--for his att.i.tude had unconsciously put her on the defensive. "Donald has gone to the Caledonian club; there is to be a grand gathering of Highland gentlemen there to-night."
"_Gentlemen!_"
"Well, yes, _gentlemen!_ And there will be none there more worthy the name than our Donald."
"The rest of them are much to be scorned at, then."
"James, James, that speech was little like you. Sit down and come to yourself; I am sure you are not so mean as to grudge Donald the rights of his good birth."
"Donald McFarlane shall have all the rights he has worked for; and when he gets his just payment he will be in Glasgow jail."
"James, you are ill. You have not been here for a week, and you look so unlike yourself. I know you must be ill. Will you let me send for our doctor?" And she approached him kindly, and looked with anxious scrutiny into his face.
He put her gently away, and said in a thick, rapid voice,
"Christine, I came to-night to tell you that Donald McFarlane is unworthy to come into your presence--he has forged your father"s name."
"James, you are mad, or ill, what you say is just impossible!"