I mounted the high-hung, crazy vehicle, with a lad to drive and bring it back, having satisfied mine host to his utmost wish. By half-past ten o"clock, I reached the jeweller"s in the Strand, whose first floor Captain H----occupied, and found him at home. His lady was also present.
His surprise was great at my entering. Our joy was mutual, and only damped by my relating the strange manner in which I had again had the pleasure of seeing him. He broke the letter open, and having hastily perused it, turned to his wife, who sat pale and anxiously looking at him--"My love, I must be off this instant, and endeavour to rescue Catherine from her unpleasant thraldom. Do not be alarmed--there is no danger. During the time I am getting all ready, you may peruse the letter." Saying this, he rung the bell, and ordered his servant to procure a post-chaise as quickly as he could, and send in refreshments for me. Mrs H---- was dissolved in tears, as she had read the letter to an end. When we were again alone, "James," said she, "this proceeding of Master Wilton is very cruel to my cousin; although he is her guardian, he has, I should think, no right to wound her feelings, and hurry her about the country in this mysterious manner. I am fearful he has some reason he is ashamed to confess. My dear James, be careful of yourself for my sake; I shall be miserable until your return."
"There is not the smallest occasion, my love; I shall write you as soon as I arrive at Mr Wilton"s. In the morning, you must write a note to Mr Stenton, to call upon you. Show him your cousin"s letter, and order him to take what steps he may judge necessary in this affair."
"Can it be possible," said she, "that my aunt approves of this proceeding? He could not have removed Catherine without her consent."
"I shall soon know, my love. The dear girl must not be allowed to suffer from their designs or caprice."
At this moment the chaise was announced to be at the door, and in a short time we were in it, and rattling along towards Barnet, where we changed horses, and were in Hatfield a little after daybreak. During our dark and comfortless ride, I told him all that had befallen me since we parted in Lisbon. He had only been in London a few months, where he had come upon business--an uncle of his wife"s having died some time before, leaving the bulk of his fortune to his two nieces--Catherine, the young lady whose letter I had brought to London, and his wife. To Catherine, his favourite sister"s daughter, he had left, besides an equal sum in cash, all his landed and other property. Mr Wilton"s sister, the aunt of both, was a rich widow, but of a morose and finical temper. Catherine had been brought up by her some fifty miles from London, and Mr H---- had no idea until my arrival that she had not been still with her. "I hope there is no foolish love affair in this strange business," said he; "for Catherine is a warmhearted, susceptible girl. Her father was our countryman, and my intimate friend."
As Mr Wilton"s property lay near Baldock, about eighteen miles distant, and no post-horses were to be got, the captain, on horseback, set off alone; I was to follow on foot, which I preferred, to Stevenage, where I was to wait until I heard from him. After a hasty parting from my fellow-traveller Wilson, which was not without regret on both sides, I set off for Stevenage; he saying, as he shook my hand--
"John Square, I hope you will never want, but you will never be rich.
You are as unstable as water."
I had only been in the inn at Stevenage a short time, when a servant arrived with a note, informing me that Captain H---- had got all arranged to his satisfaction, and would return to London on the following day, requesting me to hasten thither with a letter for Mrs H----; which I did, and took lodgings for myself in Lower Thames Street.
When the captain and I again met, I found present the young lady and another gentleman. I was most graciously received by all. The uncle of Catherine was likewise present, and, turning to his niece, said--
"So this is the messenger you contrived to engage, strictly as I watched you in this foolish affair. I see that a woman"s invention, like her love, has no bounds"--saying which, he good-humouredly patted the happy and blushing Catherine under the chin.
The captain retired with me to a separate room, where he told me that the whole had arisen out of the anger of his wife"s aunt, who had set her heart upon marrying her niece to a young clergyman of her neighbourhood, for whom she had not the smallest regard, and whose a.s.siduities were hateful to her, as her heart was already engaged to Mr Stenton, a distant relation of her own; but, as his circ.u.mstances were not sufficiently prosperous to enable them to marry, she had concealed their love from all but Mrs H----.
"The death of her uncle, and my arrival in London, altered her views.
She rebelled against her aunt"s authority, and refused to see the clergyman as a lover. This threw the old lady into a paroxysm of rage.
Poor Catherine was locked up, and, all her repositories being searched, Mr Stenton"s letters were found. They were immediately sealed up, and a letter written to Mr Wilton, her brother, of the most alarming kind for the safety of his now wealthy niece, representing that she meant to throw herself and fortune away upon some peasant in the neighbourhood.
He had posted, on receipt of the packet, to his sister, when his fears were further excited by the old lady"s conjectures. Catherine was unconscious of what had pa.s.sed, until she was summoned to the presence of her uncle, whom she had seldom before seen. He is a good-hearted, but a positive, irascible man. No explanation was asked. When all appeared so plain against the trembling girl, she was, by her uncle and aunt, hurried into a post-chaise, and was on her way to Mr Wilton"s. She had contrived to write to me during the short time she was allowed to prepare for the journey, but had no opportunity until, struck by your manners, she resolved to shorten her confinement by trusting you, as her uncle"s anger was so great that he had scarce spoken to her since they entered the chaise, but to threaten and abuse her. When I arrived, an explanation and reconciliation had taken place, and the marriage will follow in a few weeks. It only remains for you to consider in what manner we can serve you."
I returned him my thanks for their kind intentions; and said the young lady"s purse, which I would not affront them by offering to return, was much more than sufficient reward for all I had done; and, begging I might not detain him longer from his friends, I bade him adieu, promising to call in a day or two.
CHARLES LAWSON.
"Tak a faither"s advice, Betty, my woman," said Andrew Weir to his only daughter--"tak a faither"s advice, and avoid gaun blindfolded to your ruin. Ye are sune aneugh to marry these seven years yet. Marry! preserve us! for I dinna ken what the generation is turning to, but I"ll declare bits o" la.s.ses now-a-days haena the dolls weel oot o" their arms, till they tak a guidman by the hand. But aboon everything earthly, I wad impress it upon ye, bairn, that ye canna be owre carefu o" your company; mind that a character is a" a woman has to carry her through the warld, and ye should guard it like the apple o" your e"e; and remember, that folk are aye judged o" frae the company they keep. Now, how often maun I warn ye no to be seen wi" Charles Lawson? He"s a clever lad, nae doubt--naebody denies that; but, oh, Betty, Betty, woman! wad ye only reflect that a" gifts are no graces; and I am far mistaen if he hasna a serpent"s heart as weel as his tongue. He has naething o" the fear o"
G.o.d before his een--ye canna deny that. In ae word, he is a wild, thoughtless ne"er-do-weel; and I charge ye--I command ye--Betty, that ye ne"er speak to him again in your born days; or, if ye do, ye surely will hae but little satisfaction to break your faither"s heart, and bring him to the grave wi" sorrow and wi" shame--for that, Betty, that wad be the end o"t."
Elizabeth heard him, and bent her head upon her bosom to conceal her confusion. The parental homily was too late--she was already the wife of Charles Lawson.
Having thus begun our story in the middle, it is necessary that we go back, and inform the reader, in a few words, that Andrew Weir was a respectable farmer on the north side of the Tweed, and withal a decent and devout Presbyterian, and an elder in the kirk. Charles Lawson"s parents were originally from Northumberland. They had known better days, and, at the period we have alluded to, were struggling with a hard farm in the neighbourhood of Andrew Weir"s. Charles was not exactly what his father-in-law had described him; and, were we to express his portrait in a line, we should say, he had blue eyes and a broad brow, a goodly form and open heart. The ringlets which parted on Elizabeth"s forehead were like the raven"s wing, and loveliness, if not beauty, nestled around the dimples on her cheeks. Their affection for each other began in childhood, and grew with their years, till it became strong as their existence.
A few weeks after Andrew Weir had delivered the advice we have quoted to his daughter, Charles Lawson bade farewell to his parents, his wife, and his country, and proceeded to India, where a relative of his mother"s had ama.s.sed a fortune, and who, while he refused to a.s.sist them in their distress, had promised to make provision for their son. As we are not writing a novel in three volumes, we shall not describe the scene of their parting, and tell with what agony, with what tears, and with what bitter words, Charles tore himself from his father, his mother, and his yet unacknowledged wife. The imagination of the reader may supply the blank. Hope urged him to go--necessity compelled him.
After his departure, Elizabeth drooped like an early lily beneath the influence of a returning frost. There were whisperings among the matrons and maidens of the neigbouring village. They who had formerly courted her society began to shun it; and even the rude clown, who lately stood abashed in her presence, approached her with indecent familiarity. The fatal whisper first reached Andrew"s ear at a meeting of the kirk-session, of which he was a member. He returned home troubled in spirit, a miserable and a humbled man, for his daughter had been his pride. Poor Elizabeth confessed that she was married, and attempted to prove what she affirmed. But this afforded no palliation of her offence in the eyes of her rigid and offended father.
"Oh, what hae I been born to suffer ?" cried he, stamping his feet upon the ground. "O, you Witch o" Endor!--you Jezebel!--you disgrace o" kith and kin! Could naething--naething serve ye but breaking your puir auld faither"s heart? Get out o" my sicht!--get out o" my sicht!"
He remained silent for a few moments--the parent arose in his heart--tears gathered in his eyes.
"But ye are still my bairn," he continued. "Oh, Betty, Betty, woman!
what hae ye brocht us to?"
Again he was silent, and again proceeded--
"But I forgie ye, Betty! Yes, if naebody else will, your faither will forgie ye for your mother"s sake, for ye are a" that I hae left o" her.
But we canna haud up our heads again in this pairt o" the country--that"s impossible. I"ve lang thocht o" gaun to America; and now I"m driven till"t."
He parted with his farm, and in the ensuing spring proceeded with his daughter to Canada. We shall not enter upon his fortunes in the New World--he was still broken in spirit; and, after twelve years"
residence, he was neither richer nor happier than when he left Scotland.
Elizabeth was now a mother, and the smiles of her young son seemed to shorten the years of her exile; yet, ever as she returned his smile, the thought of the husband of her youth flashed back on her remembrance, and anguish and misery shot through her bosom as the eagle darteth on its prey. Her heart was not broken; but it fell like a proud citadel, burying the determined garrison.
Charles Lawson had not been in India many months, when a party of native troops attacking the property of his relative, Charles, who had fallen wounded amongst them, was carried by them in their retreat into the interior of the country, where, for several years, he was cut off from all intercourse or communication with his countrymen. On obtaining his liberty, he found that his kinsman had been for some time dead, and had left him his heir. His wife--his parents--doubt--anxiety--impatient affection--trembling hope--all hastened his return. At length the white cliffs of Albion appeared before him, like a fair cloud spread on the unruffled bosom of the ocean; and in a few days more the green hills of his childhood met his anxious eye.
It was the grey hour of a summer night as he again approached the roof that sheltered his childhood. His horse as if conscious of supporting an almost unconscious rider, stopped involuntarily at the threshold. He trembled upon the saddle as a leaf that rustles in the wind. He raised his hand to knock at the door, but again withdrew it. The inmates of the house, aroused by the sound of a horse stopping at the door, came out to inquire the cause. Charles gazed upon them for a moment--it was a look of agony and disappointment--his heart gave one convulsive throb, and the icy sweat burst from his temples.
"Does not--does not Mr Lawson live here?" he inquired, almost gasping for words to convey the question.
"Mr Lawson! Na, na, sir," replied the senior of the group, "it"s lang since he gaed awa. Ye ken he gaed a" wrang, puir man, and he"s no lived here since the hard winter, for they didna come upon this parish."
"Did not come upon this parish!" exclaimed Charles; "heaven and earth!
what do you mean?"
"Mean! what wad I mean," answered the other, "but just that they were removed to their ain parish! Is there ony disgrace in that?"
"Oh, my father!--my poor mother!" cried Charles, wildly.
"Mercy, sir!" rejoined the astonished farmer, "are ye Maister Charles?
Bairns! haste ye, tak the horse to the stable. Losh, Charles, man, and how hae ye been? But ye dinna ken me, man; I"m your auld schulefellow, Bob Graham, and this is my wife, Mysie Allan--ye mind o" Mysie! Haste ye, Mysie la.s.s, kill twa ducks, and the bairns and me will hool the peas. Really, Charles, man, I"m sae glad to see ye!"
During this harangue, Charles, led by his warmhearted friend, had entered the dwelling of his nativity; where Mr Graham again continued--
"Ye aiblins dinna ken that auld Andrew Weir was sae sair in the dorts when ye gaed awa, that he set aff wi" Betty for America. But I hear they are comin hame again this back end. The bairn will be a stout callant noo, and faith ye maun marry Betty, for she was a mensefu la.s.s."
Charles could only reply by exclaiming--
"America!--my wife!--my child!"
Having ascertained where he would find his parents, early on the following morning he departed, and about five in the afternoon approached the village where he had been told they resided. When near the little burying-ground, he stopped to look upon the most melancholy funeral procession he had ever witnessed. The humble coffin was scarce coloured, and they who bore it seemed tired of their burden. Three or four aged and poor-looking people walked behind it. Scarce was it lowered into the grave, ere all departed save one, meanly clothed in widow"s weeds, and bent rather with the load of grief than of years. She alone lingered, weeping over the hastily-covered grave.
"She seems poor," said Charles, "and if I cannot comfort her, I may at least relieve her necessities;" and, fastening his horse to the gate, he entered the churchyard.
She held an old handkerchief before her face, only removing it at intervals to steal a hurried glance at the new-made grave.
"Good woman," said Charles, as he approached her, "your sorrows demand my sympathy--could I a.s.sist you?"
"No! no!" replied the poor widow, without raising her face; "but I thank you for your kindness. Can the grave give up its dead?"