"Margaret," he said, almost angrily, "I came to bid you farewell, and to promise you, _by my father"s name_! to retrieve all this wrong. If you can speak a kind word speak it, for G.o.d"s sake--if not, I must go without it!"
Then she fell upon his neck, and, amid sobs and kisses, said all that love so sorely and suddenly tried could say. He could not even soothe her anguish by any promise to write, but he did promise to come back to her sooner or later with rest.i.tution in his hand. All she could do now for this dear brother was to call Geordie to her side and put him in his care; taking what consolation she could from his a.s.surance that "he would keep him out at sea until the search was cold, and if followed carry him into some of the dangerous "races" between the islands." If any sailor could keep his boat above water in them, she knew Geordie could; _and if not_--she durst follow that thought no further, but, putting her hands before her face, stood praying, while the two men pulled silently away in the little skiff that had brought them up the outlet connecting the lake of Stennis with the sea. Margaret would have turned away from Ronald"s open grave less heart-broken.
It was midnight now, but her real terror absorbed all imaginary ones; she did not even call a pony, but with swift, even steps walked back to Stromness. Ere she had reached it, she had decided what was to be done, and next day she left Kirkwall in the mail packet for the mainland.
Thence by night and day she traveled to Glasgow, and a week after her interview with Ronald she was standing before the directors of the defrauded bank and offering them the entire proceeds of her Kirkwall property until the debt was paid.
The bank had thoroughly respected Peter Sinclair, and his daughter"s earnest, decided offer won their ready sympathy. It was accepted without any question of interest, though she could not hope to clear off the obligation in less than nine years. She did not go near any of her old acquaintances; she had no heart to bear their questions and condolences, and she had no money to stay in Glasgow at charges. Winter was coming on rapidly, but before it broke over the lonely islands she had reached her cottage in Stromness again.
There had been, of course, much talk concerning her hasty journey, but no one had suspected its cause. Indeed, the pursuit after Ronald had been entirely the bank"s affair, had been committed to private detectives and had not been nearly so hot as the frightened criminal believed. His failure and flight had indeed been noticed in the Glasgow newspapers, but this information did not reach Kirkwall until the following spring, and then in a very indefinite form.
About a week after her return, Geordie t.w.a.tt came into port. Margaret frequently went to his cottage with food or clothing for the children, and she contrived to meet him there.
"Yon lad is a" right, indeed is he," he said, with an a.s.sumption of indifference.
"Oh, Geordie! where?"
"A ship going westward took him off the boat."
"Thank G.o.d! You will say naught at all, Geordie?"
"I ken naught at a" save that his father"s son was i" trouble, an"
trying to gie thae weary, unchancy lawyers the go-by. I was fain eneuch mesel" to balk them."
But Margaret"s real trials were all yet to come. The mere fact of doing a n.o.ble deed does not absolve one often from very mean and petty consequences. Before the winter was half over she had found out how rapid is the descent from good report. The neighbors were deeply offended at her for giving up the social tea parties and evening gatherings that had made the house of Sinclair popular for more than one generation. She gave still greater offence by becoming a workingwoman, and spending her days in braiding straw into the (once) famous Orkney Tuscans, and her long evenings in the manufacture of those delicate knitted goods peculiar to the country.
It was not alone that they grudged her the money for these labors, as so much out of their own pockets--they grudged her also the time; for they had been long accustomed to rely on Margaret Sinclair for their children"s garments, for nursing the sick and for help in weddings, funerals and all the other extraordinary occasions of sympathy among a primitively social people.
Little by little, all winter, the sentiment of disapproval and dislike gathered. Some one soon found out that Margaret"s tenants "just sent every bawbee o" the rent-siller to the Glasgow Bank;" and this was a double offence, as it implied a distrust of her own townsfolk and inst.i.tutions. If from her humble earnings she made a little gift to any common object its small amount was a fresh source of anger and contempt; for none knew how much she had to deny herself even for such curtailed gratuities.
In fact, Margaret Sinclair"s sudden stinginess and indifference to her townsfolk was the common wonder and talk of every little gathering. Old friends began to either pointedly reprove her, or pointedly ignore her; and at last even old Helga took the popular tone and said, "Margaret Sinclair had got too scrimping for an auld wife like her to bide wi"
langer."
Through all this Margaret suffered keenly. At first she tried earnestly to make her old friends understand that she had good reasons for her conduct; but as she would not explain these good reasons, she failed in her endeavor. She had imagined that her good conscience would support her, and that she could live very well without love and sympathy; she soon found out that it is a kind of negative punishment worse than many stripes.
At the end of the winter Captain Thorkald again earnestly pressed their marriage, saying that, "his regiment was ordered to Chelsea, and any longer delay might be a final one." He proposed also, that his father, the Udaller Thorkald of Serwick, should have charge of her Orkney property, as he understood its value and changes. Margaret wrote and frankly told him that her property was not hers for at least seven years, but that it was under good care, and he must accept her word without explanation. Out of this only grew a very unsatisfactory correspondence. Captain Thorkald went south without Margaret, and a very decided coolness separated them farther than any number of miles.
Udaller Thorkald was exceedingly angry, and his remarks about Margaret Sinclair"s refusal "to trust her bit property in as guid hands as her own" increased very much the bitter feeling against the poor girl. At the end of three years the trial became too great for her; she began to think of running away from it.
Throughout these dark days she had purposely and pointedly kept apart from her old friend Dr. Ogilvie, for she feared his influence over her might tempt her to confidence. Latterly the doctor had humored her evident desire, but he had never ceased to watch over and, in a great measure, to believe in her; and, when he heard of this determination to quit Orkney forever, he came to Stromness with a resolution to spare no efforts to win her confidence.
He spoke very solemnly and tenderly to her, reminded her of her father"s generosity and good gifts to the church and the poor, and said: "O, Margaret, dear la.s.s! what good at a" will thy silent money do thee in _that Day_? It ought to speak for thee out o" the mouths o" the sorrowfu" an" the needy, the widows an" the fatherless--indeed it ought.
And thou hast gien naught for thy Master"s sake these three years! I"m fair "shamed to think thou bears sae kind a name as thy father"s."
What could Margaret do? She broke into pa.s.sionate sobbing, and, when the good old man left the cottage an hour afterward there was a strange light on his face, and he walked and looked as if he had come from some interview that had set him for a little s.p.a.ce still nearer to the angels. Margaret had now one true friend, and in a few days after this she rented her cottage and went to live with the dominie. Nothing could have so effectually reinstated her in public opinion; wherever the dominie went on a message of help or kindness Margaret went with him.
She fell gradually into a quieter but still more affectionate regard--the aged, the sick and the little children clung to her hands, and she was comforted.
Her life seemed, indeed, to have wonderfully narrowed, but when the tide is fairly out, it begins to turn again. In the fifth year of her poverty there was from various causes, such an increase in the value of real estate, that her rents were nearly doubled, and by the end of the seventh year she had paid the last shilling of her a.s.sumed debt, and was again an independent woman.
It might be two years after this that she one day received a letter that filled her with joy and amazement. It contained a check for her whole nine hundred pounds back again. "The bank had just received from Ronald Sinclair, of San Francisco, the whole amount due it, with the most satisfactory acknowledgment and interest." It was a few minutes before Margaret could take in all the joy this news promised her; but when she did, the calm, well-regulated girl had never been so near committing extravagances.
She ran wildly upstairs to the dominie, and, throwing herself at his knees, cried out, amid tears and smiles: "Father! father! Here is your money! Here is the poor"s money and the church"s money! G.o.d has sent it back to me! Sent it back with such glad tidings!"--and surely if angels rejoice with repenting sinners, they must have felt that day a far deeper joy with the happy, justified girl.
She knew now that she also would soon hear from Ronald, and she was not disappointed. The very next day the dominie brought home the letter.
Margaret took it upstairs to read it upon her knees, while the good old man walked softly up and down his study praying for her. Presently she came to him with a radiant face.
"Is it weel wi" the lad, ma dawtie?"
"Yes, father; it is very well." Then she read him the letter.
Ronald had been in New Orleans and had the fever; he had been in Texas, and spent four years in fighting Indians and Mexicans and in herding cattle. He had suffered many things, but had worked night and day, and always managed to grow a little richer every year. Then, suddenly, the word "California!" rung through the world, and he caught the echo even on the lonely southwestern prairies. Through incredible hardships he had made his way thither, and a sudden and wonderful fortune had crowned his labors, first in mining and afterward in speculation and merchandising.
He said that he was indeed afraid to tell her how rich he was lest to her Arcadean views the sum might appear incredible.
Margaret let the letter fall on her lap and clasped her hands above it.
Her face was beautiful. If the prodigal son had a sister she must have looked just as Margaret looked when they brought in her lost brother, in the best robe and the gold ring.
The dominie was not so satisfied. A good many things in the letter displeased him, but he kissed Margaret tenderly and went away from her.
"It is a" _I_ did this, an" _I_ did that, an" _I_ suffered you; there is nae word o" G.o.d"s help, or o" what ither folk had to thole. I"ll no be doing ma duty if I dinna set his sin afore his e"en."
The old man was little used to writing, and the effort was a great one, but he bravely made it, and without delay. In a few curt, idiomatic sentences he told Ronald Margaret"s story of suffering and wrong and poverty; her hard work for daily bread; her loss of friends, of her good name and her lover, adding: "It is a puir success, ma lad, that ye dinna acknowledge G.o.d in; an" let me tell thee, thy rest.i.tution is o"er late for thy credit. I wad hae thought better o" it had thou made it when it took the last plack i" thy pouch. Out o" thy great wealth, a few hun"red pounds is nae matter to speak aboot."
But people did speak of it. In spite of our chronic abuse of human nature it is, after all, a kindly nature, and rejoices in good more than in evil. The story of Ronald"s rest.i.tution is considered honorable to it, and it was much made of in the daily papers. Margaret"s friends flocked round her again, saying, "I"m sorry, Margaret!" as simply and honestly as little children, and the dominie did not fail to give them the lecture on charity that Margaret neglected.
Whether the Udaller Thorkald wrote to his son anent these transactions, or whether the captain read in the papers enough to satisfy him, he never explained; but one day he suddenly appeared at Dr. Ogilvie"s and asked for Margaret. He had probably good excuses for his conduct to offer; if not, Margaret was quite ready to invent for him--as she had done for Ronald--all the n.o.ble qualities he lacked. The captain was tired of military life, and anxious to return to Orkney; and, as his own and Margaret"s property was yearly increasing: in value, he foresaw profitable employment for his talents. He had plans for introducing many southern improvements--for building a fine modern house, growing some of the hardier fruits and for the construction of a grand conservatory for Margaret"s flowers.
It must be allowed that Captain Thorkald was a very ordinary lord for a woman like Margaret Sinclair to "love, honor and obey;" but few men would have been worthy of her, and the usual rule which shows us the n.o.blest women marrying men manifestly their inferiors is doubtless a wise one.
A lofty soul can have no higher mission than to help upward one upon a lower plane, and surely Captain Thorkald, being, as the dominie said, "_no that bad_," had the fairest opportunities to grow to Margaret"s stature in Margaret"s atmosphere.
While these things were occurring, Ronald got Margaret"s letter. It was full of love and praise, and had no word of blame or complaint in it. He noticed, indeed, that she still signed her name "Sinclair," and that she never alluded to Captain Thorkald, and the supposition that the stain on his character had caused a rupture did, for a moment, force itself upon his notice; but he put it instantly away with the reflection that "Thorkald was but a poor fellow, after all, and quite unworthy of his sister."
The very next mail-day he received the dominie"s letter. He read it once, and could hardly take it in; read it again and again, until his lips blanched, and his whole countenance changed. In that moment he saw Ronald Sinclair for the first time in his life. Without a word, he left his business, went to his house and locked himself in his own room.
_Then Margaret"s silent money began to speak._ In low upbraidings it showed him the lonely girl in that desolate land trying to make her own bread, deserted of lover and friends, robbed of her property and good name, silently suffering every extremity, never reproaching him once, not even thinking it necessary to tell him of her sufferings, or to count their cost unto him.
What is this bitterness we call remorse? This agony of the soul in all its senses? This sudden flood of intolerable light in the dark places of our hearts? This truth-telling voice which leaves us without a particle of our self-complacency? For many days Ronald could find no words to speak but these, "O, wretched man that I am!"
But at length the Comforter came as swiftly and surely and mysteriously as the accuser had come, and once more that miracle of grace was renewed--"that day Jesus was guest in the house of one who was a sinner."
Margaret"s "silent money" now found a thousand tongues. It spoke in many a little feeble church that Ronald Sinclair held in his arms until it was strong enough to stand alone. It spoke in schools and colleges and hospitals, in many a sorrowful home and to many a lonely, struggling heart--and at this very day it has echoes that reach from the far West to the lonely islands beyond the stormy Pentland Firth, and the sea-shattering precipices of Duncansbay Head.
It is not improbable that some of my readers may take a summer"s trip to the Orkney Islands; let me ask them to wait at Thurso--the old town of Thor--for a handsome little steamer that leaves there three times a week for Kirkwall. It is the sole property of Captain Geordie t.w.a.tt, was a gift from an old friend in California, and is called "The Margaret Sinclair."
JUST WHAT HE DESERVED.