He listened respectfully to his father"s animadversions on the folly of the Van Heemskirks; but he was thinking mainly of the first news told him,--the early return of Katherine. He was conscious that he still loved Katherine, and that he still hated Hyde. As they approached the house, the elder saw the gleam of a candle through the drawn blind; and he asked querulously, "What"s your mother doing wi" a candle at this hour, I wonder?"
"She"ll be sewing or reading, father."
"Hoots! she should aye mak" the wark and the hour suit. There"s spinning and knitting for the night-time. Wi" soldiers quartered to the right hand and the left hand, and a civil war staring us in the face, it"s neither tallow nor wax we"ll hae to spare."
He was climbing the pipe-clayed steps as he spoke, and in a few minutes was standing face to face with the offender. Madam Semple was reading and, as her husband opened the parlour door, she lifted her eyes from her book, and let them calmly rest upon him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I am reading the Word"]
"Fire-light and candle-light, baith, Janet! A fair illumination, and nae ither thing but bad news for it."
"It is for reading the Word, Elder."
"For the night season, meditation, Janet, meditation;" and he lifted the extinguisher, and put out the candle. "Meditate on what you hae read.
The Word will bide a deal o" thinking about. You"ll hae heard the ill news?"
"I heard naething ill."
"Didna Neil tell you?"
"Anent what?"
"The closing o" the king"s customs."
"Ay, Neil told me."
"Weel?"
"Weel, since you ask me, I say it was gude news."
"Noo, Janet, we"ll hae to come to an understanding. If I hae swithered in my loyalty before, I"ll do sae nae mair. From this hour, me and my house will serve King George. I"ll hae nae treason done in it, nor said; no, nor even thocht o"."
"You"ll be a vera Samson o" strength, and a vera Solomon o" wisdom, if you keep the hands and the tongues and the thochts o" this house.
Whiles, you canna vera weel keep the door o" your ain mouth, gudeman.
What"s come o"er you, at a"?"
"I"m surely master in my ain house, Janet."
""Deed, you are far from being that, Alexander Semple. Doesna King George quarter his men in it? And havena you to feed and shelter them, and to thole their ill tempers and their ill ways, morning, noon, and night? You master in your ain house! You"re just a naebody in it!"
"Dinna get on your high horse, madam. Things are coming to the upshot: there"s nae doot o" it."
"They"ve been lang aboot it--too lang."
"Do you really mean that you are going to set yoursel" among the rebels?"
"Going? Na, na; I have aye been amang them. And ten years syne, when the Stamp Act was the question, you were heart and soul wi" the people. The quarrel to-day is the same quarrel wi" a new name. Tak" the side o"
honour and manhood and justice, and dinna mak" me ashamed o" you, Alexander. The Semples have aye been for freedom,--Kirk and State,--and I never heard tell o" them losing a chance to gie them proud English a set-down before. What for should you gie the lie to a" your forbears said and did? King George hasna put his hand in his pocket for you; he has done naething but tax your incomings and your outgoings. Ask Van Heemskirk: he"s a prudent man, and you"ll never go far wrong if you walk wi" him."
"Ask Van Heemskirk, indeed! Not I. The rebellious spirit o" the ten tribes is through all the land; but I"ll stand by King George, if I"m the only man to do it."
"George may be king o" the Semples. I"m a Gordon. He"s no king o" mine.
The Gordons were a" for the Stuarts."
"Jacobite and traitor, baith! Janet, Janet, how can you turn against me on every hand?"
"I"ll no turn against you, Elder; and I"ll gie you no cause for complaint, if you dinna set King George on my hearthstone, and bring him to my table, and fling him at me early and late." She was going to light the candle again; and, with it in her hand, she continued: "That"s enough anent George rex at night-time, for he isna a pleasant thought for a sleeping one. How is Van Heemskirk going? And Bram?"
"Bram was wi" them that unloaded the schooner and closed the custom-house--the born idiots!"
"I expected that o" Bram."
"As for his father, he"s the blackest rebel you could find or hear tell o" in the twelve Provinces."
"He"s a good man; Joris is a good man, true and sure. The cause he lifts, he"ll never leave. Joris and Bram--excellent! They two are a mult.i.tude."
"Humff!" It was all he could say. There was something in his wife"s face that made it look unfamiliar to him. He felt himself to be like the prophet of Pethor--a man whose eyes are opened. But Elder Semple was not one of the foolish ones who waste words. "A wilfu" woman will hae her way," he thought; "and if Janet has turned rebel to the king, it"s mair than likely she"ll throw off my ain lawfu" authority likewise. But we"ll see, we"ll see," he muttered, glancing with angry determination at the little woman, who, for her part, seemed to have put quite away all thoughts of king and Congress.
She stood with the tinder-box and the flint and brimstone matches in her hands. "I wonder if the tinder is burnt enough, Alexander," she said; and with the words she sharply struck the flint. A spark fell instantly and set fire to it, and she lit her match and watched it blaze with a singular look of triumph on her face. Somehow the trifling affair irritated the elder. "What are you doing at a"? You"re acting like a silly bairn, makin" a blaze for naething. There"s a fire on the hearth: whatna for, then, are you wasting tinder and a match?"
"Maybe it wasna for naething, Elder. Maybe I was asking for a sign, and got the ane I wanted. There"s nae sin in that, I hope. You ken Gideon did it when he had to stand up for the oppressed, and slay the tyrant."
"Tut, woman, you arena Gideon, nor yet o" Gideon"s kind; and, forbye, there"s nae angel speaking wi" you."
"You"re right there, Elder. But, for a" that, I"m glad that the spark fired the tinder, and that the tinder lit the match, and that the match burnt sae bright and sae bravely. It has made a glow in my heart, and I"ll sleep well wi" the pleasure o" it."
Next morning the argument was not renewed. Neil was sombre and silent.
His father was uncertain as to his views, and he did not want to force or hurry a decision. Besides, it would evidently be more prudent to speak with the young man when he could not be influenced by his mother"s wilful, scornful tongue. Perhaps Neil shared this prudent feeling; for he deprecated conversation, and, on the plea of business, left the breakfast-table before the meal was finished.
The elder, however, had some indemnification for his cautious silence.
He permitted himself, at family prayers, a very marked reading of St.
Paul"s injunction, "Fear G.o.d and honour the king;" and ere he left the house he said to his wife, "Janet, I hope you hae come to your senses.
You"ll allow that you didna treat me wi" a proper respect yestreen?"
She was standing face to face with him, her hands uplifted, fastening the broad silver clasp of his cloak. For a moment she hesitated, the next she raised herself on tiptoes, and kissed him. He pursed up his mouth a little sternly, and then stroked her white hair. "You heard what St. Paul says, Janet; isna that a settlement o" the question?"
"I"m no blaming St. Paul, Alexander. If ever St. Paul approves o"
submitting to tyranny, it"s thae translators" fault. He wouldna tak"
injustice himsel", not even from a Roman magistrate. I wish St. Paul was alive the day: I"m vera sure if he were, he"d write an epistle to the English wad put the king"s dues just as free men would be willing to pay them. Now, don"t be angry, Alexander. If you go awa" angry at me, you"ll hae a bad day; you ken that, gudeman."
It was a subtile plea; for no man, however wise or good or brave, likes to bespeak ill-fortune when it can be averted by a sacrifice so easy and so pleasant. But, in spite of Janet"s kiss, he was unhappy; and when he reached the store, the clerks and porters were all standing together talking. He knew quite well what topic they were discussing with such eager movements and excited speech. But they dispersed to their work at the sight of his sour, stern face, and he did not intend to open a fresh dispute by any question.
Apprentices and clerks then showed a great deal of deference to their masters, and Elder Semple demanded the full measure due to him.
Something, however, in the carriage, in the faces, in the very, tones of his servants" voices, offended him; and he soon discovered that various small duties had been neglected.
"Listen to me, lads," he said angrily; "I"ll have nae politics mixed up wi" my exports and my imports. Neither king nor Congress has anything to do wi" my business. If there is among you ane o" them fools that ca"
themselves the "Sons o" Liberty," I"ll pay him whatever I owe him now, and he can gang to Madam Liberty for his future wage."