The Prodigal Father.
by J. Storer Clouston.
INTRODUCTORY
In one of the cable tramway cars which, at a reverential pace, perambulate the city of Edinburgh, two citizens conversed. The winds without blew gustily and filled the air with sounds like a stream in flood, the traffic clattered noisily over the causeway, the car itself thrummed and rattled; but the voices of the two were hushed. Said the one--
"It"s the most extraordinary thing ever I heard of."
"It"s all that," said the other; "in fact, it"s pairfectly incomprehensible."
"Mr. Walkingshaw of all people!"
"Of Walkingshaw and Gilliflower--that"s the thing that fair takes my breath away!" added the other; as though the firm was an even surer guarantee of respectability than the honored name of the senior partner.
They shook their heads ominously. It was clear this was no ordinary portent they were discussing.
"Do you think has he taken to--?"
The first citizen finished his question by a crooking of his upturned little finger, one of those many delicate symbols by which the north Briton indicates a failing not uncommon in his climate.
"It"s a curious thing," replied his friend, "that I haven"t heard that given as an explanation. Of course he"s not a teetotaler--"
"Oh, none ever insinuated that," put in the other, with the air of one who desired to do justice even to the most erring.
"On the other hand, he"s ay had the name of being one of the most respectable men in the town, just an example, they"ve always told me."
"I knew him fine myself, in a business way, and that"s just the expression I"d have used--an Example."
"Respected by all."
"An elder, and what not."
"A fine business, he has."
"His daughter married a Ramornie of Pettigrew."
They shook their heads again, if possible more gravely than before.
"He must be going off his head."
"He must be gone, I"d say."
"Yon speech he made was an outrage to common sense and decency!"
"And about his son"s marriage!"
"That"s Andrew Walkingshaw--his partner?"
"Aye."
"Oh, you"ve heard the story, then? I wonder is it true?"
"I had it on the best authority."
They pursed their lips solemnly.
"The man"s mad!"
"But think of letting him loose to make a public exhibition of himself!
It"s an awfu" end to a respected career--in fact, it"s positively discouraging."
"You"re right: you"re right. If as respectable a liver as him ends that way--well, well!"
In this strain and with such comments (exceedingly natural under the circ.u.mstances) did his fellow-citizens discuss the remarkable thing that befell Mr. Walkingshaw. And yet they could see only the outward symptoms or manifestations of this thing. Now that the full circ.u.mstances are made public, it will be generally conceded that few well-authenticated occurrences have ever at first sight seemed less probable. This has actually been advanced as an argument for their suppression; but since enough has already leaked out to whet the public curiosity, and indeed to lead to damaging misconceptions in a city so unused to phenomena other than meteorological, it is considered wisest that the unvarnished facts should be placed in the hands of a scrupulous editor and allowed to speak for themselves.
PART I
THE PRODIGAL FATHER
CHAPTER I
At a certain windy corner in the famous city of Edinburgh, a number of bra.s.s plates were affixed to the framework of a door. On the largest and brightest of them appeared the legend "Walkingshaw & Gilliflower, W.S."; and on no other sheet of bra.s.s in Scotland were more respectable names inscribed. For the benefit of the Sa.s.senach and other foreigners, it may be explained that "W.S." is a condensation of "Writers to the Signet"--a species of beatified solicitor holding a position so esteemed, so enviable, and so intensely reputable that the only scandal previously whispered in connection with a member of this cla.s.s proved innocently explicable upon the discovery that he was affianced to the lady"s aunt.
The building in which the firm had their office formed one end of an austere range of dark stone houses overlooking a street paved with cubes of granite and confronted by a precisely similar line of houses on the farther side. The whole sloped somewhat steeply down a hill, up which and down which a stimulating breeze careered and eddied during three hundred days of the year. Had you thrust your head out of the office windows and looked down the street, you could have seen, generally beneath a gray sky and through a haze of smoke, an inspiring glimpse of distant sea with yet more distant hills beyond. But Mr. Walkingshaw had no time for looking gratis out of his window to see unprofitable views.
The gray street had been the background to nearly fifty years of dignified labor on behalf of the most respectable clients.
His full name was James Heriot Walkingshaw, but it had been early recognized that "James" was too brief a designation and "Jimmie" too trivial for one of his parts and presence, and so he was universally known as Heriot Walkingshaw. His antecedents were as respectable as his clients. One of his eight great-great-grandfathers owned a landed estate in the county of Peebles, one of his maternal uncles was a theological professor in the University of Aberdeen, and his father before him had been a W.S. Young Heriot himself was brought up on porridge, the tawse, the Shorter Catechism, and an allowance of five shillings a week. His parents were both prudent and pious. Throughout such portions of the Sabbath as they did not spend with their offspring in their pew, they kept them indoors behind drawn blinds. His mother kissed young Heriot seldom and severely (with a cold smack like a hailstone), and never permitted him to remain ten minutes in the same room with a housemaid unchaperoned. His father never allowed him to sleep under more than two blankets, and locked the front door at nine o"clock in summer and six in winter.
The supreme merit of this system in insuring the survival of the fittest was seen in its results. Heriot"s elder brother pa.s.sed away at the age of two in the course of a severe winter. Clearly he would never have been a credit to oatmeal. His younger brother broke loose at nineteen, pained his relatives exceedingly, and retired to a distant colony where the standard was lower. His name was never mentioned till at his decease it was found that he had left 30,000 to be divided among the survivors of the ordeal. And finally, here was Heriot, a credit to his parents, his porridge, and his Catechism--in a word, an Example.
One damp February morning, Mr. Walkingshaw, accompanied as usual by his eldest son, set forth from his decorous residence. It was one of a circle of stately houses, broken in two or three places to permit the sedatest kind of street to enter. The grave dignity of these mansions was accentuated by the straight, deep-hewn furrows at the junctions of the vast rectangular stones, and by the pediment and fluted pillars which every here and there gave one of them the appearance of a Greek temple dedicated to some chaste G.o.ddess. In the midst, a round, railed-in garden was full of lofty trees, very upright and dark, like monuments to the distinguished inhabitants.
Just as Mr. Walkingshaw and his son had got down the steps and reached the pavement, the door opened again behind them and a figure appeared which seemed to light the dull February morning with a ray of something like sunshine. Her dress was a warm golden brown; her face clear-skinned and fresh-colored, with bright eyes, a straight little nose, and, at that moment, eager, parted lips; her hair a coil of curling gold; her age nineteen.
"Father!" she cried, "you"ve forgotten your m.u.f.fler!"
"Tut, tuts," muttered Mr. Walkingshaw.
He stopped and let her wind the m.u.f.fler round his neck, while his son regarded the performance with a curiously captious eye.
"Thanks, Jean," said Mr. Walkingshaw.
He threw the girl a brief nod, and the two resumed their walk. Jean stood for a minute on the steps with a smile half formed upon her lips, as though she were prepared to wave them a farewell; but neither man looked back, and the smile died away, the door closed behind her, and the morning became as raw as ever.