CHAPTER EIGHTEENTH.

To man, in this his trial state,

The privilege is given,

When tost by tides of human fate,

To anchor fast on heaven.

Watts's _Hymns._

It was with a firm step that Deans sought his daughter's apartment,

determined to leave her to the light of her own conscience in the dubious

point of casuistry in which he supposed her to be placed.

The little room had been the sleeping apartment of both sisters, and

there still stood there a small occasional bed which had been made for

Effie's accommodation, when, complaining of illness, she had declined to

share, as in happier times, her sister's pillow. The eyes of Deans rested

involuntarily, on entering the room, upon this little couch, with its

dark-green coarse curtains, and the ideas connected with it rose so thick

upon his soul as almost to incapacitate him from opening his errand to

his daughter. Her occupation broke the ice. He found her gazing on a slip

of paper, which contained a citation to her to appear as a witness upon

her sister's trial in behalf of the accused. For the worthy magistrate,

determined to omit no chance of doing Effie justice, and to leave her

sister no apology for not giving the evidence which she was supposed to

possess, had caused the ordinary citation, or _subpoena,_ of the Scottish

criminal court, to be served upon her by an officer during his conference

with David.

This precaution was so far favourable to Deans, that it saved him the

pain of entering upon a formal explanation with his daughter; he only

said, with a hollow and tremulous voice, "I perceive ye are aware of the

matter."

"O father, we are cruelly sted between God's laws and man's laws--What

shall we do?--What can we do?"

Jeanie, it must be observed, had no hesitation whatever about the mere

act of appearing in a court of justice. She might have heard the point

discussed by her father more than once; but we have already noticed that

she was accustomed to listen with reverence to much which she was

incapable of understanding, and that subtle arguments of casuistry found

her a patient, but unedified hearer. Upon receiving the citation,

therefore, her thoughts did not turn upon the chimerical scruples which

alarmed her father's mind, but to the language which had been held to her

by the stranger at Muschat's Cairn. In a word, she never doubted but she

was to be dragged forward into the court of justice, in order to place

her in the cruel position of either sacrificing her sister by telling the

truth, or committing perjury in order to save her life. And so strongly

did her thoughts run in this channel, that she applied her father's

words, "Ye are aware of the matter," to his acquaintance with the advice

that had been so fearfully enforced upon her. She looked up with anxious

surprise, not unmingled with a cast of horror, which his next words, as

she interpreted and applied them, were not qualified to remove.

"Daughter," said David, "it has ever been my mind, that in things of ane

doubtful and controversial nature, ilk Christian's conscience suld be his

ain guide--Wherefore descend into yourself, try your ain mind with

sufficiency of soul exercise, and as you sall finally find yourself clear

to do in this matter--even so be it."

"But, father," said Jeanie, whose mind revolted at the construction which

she naturally put upon his language, "can this-this be a doubtful or

controversial matter?--Mind, father, the ninth command--'Thou shalt not

bear false witness against thy neighbour.'"

David Deans paused; for, still applying her speech to his preconceived

difficulties, it seemed to him as if _she,_ a woman, and a sister, was

scarce entitled to be scrupulous upon this occasion, where he, a man,

exercised in the testimonies of that testifying period, had given

indirect countenance to her following what must have been the natural

dictates of her own feelings. But he kept firm his purpose, until his

eyes involuntarily rested upon the little settle-bed, and recalled the

form of the child of his old age, as she sate upon it, pale, emaciated,

and broken-hearted. His mind, as the picture arose before him,

involuntarily conceived, and his tongue involuntarily uttered--but in a

tone how different from his usual dogmatical precision!--arguments for

the course of conduct likely to ensure his child's safety.

"Daughter," he said, "I did not say that your path was free from

stumbling--and, questionless, this act may be in the opinion of some a

transgression, since he who beareth witness unlawfully, and against his

conscience, doth in some sort bear false witness against his neighbour.

Yet in matters of compliance, the guilt lieth not in the compliance sae

muckle, as in the mind and conscience of him that doth comply; and,

therefore, although my testimony hath not been spared upon public

defections, I haena felt freedom to separate mysell from the communion of

many who have been clear to hear those ministers who have taken the fatal

indulgence because they might get good of them, though I could not."

When David had proceeded thus far, his conscience reproved him, that he

might be indirectly undermining the purity of his daughter's faith, and

smoothing the way for her falling off from strictness of principle. He,

therefore, suddenly stopped, and changed his tone:--"Jeanie, I perceive

that our vile affections,--so I call them in respect of doing the will of

our Father,--cling too heavily to me in this hour of trying sorrow, to

permit me to keep sight of my ain duty, or to airt you to yours. I will

speak nae mair anent this overtrying matter--Jeanie, if ye can, wi' God

and gude conscience, speak in favour of this puir unhappy"--(here his

voice faltered)--"She is your sister in the flesh--worthless and castaway

as she is, she is the daughter of a saint in heaven, that was a mother to

you, Jeanie, in place of your ain--but if ye arena free in conscience to

speak for her in the court of judicature, follow your conscience, Jeanie,

and let God's will be done." After this adjuration he left the apartment,

and his daughter remained in a state of great distress and perplexity.

It would have been no small addition to the sorrows of David Deans, even

in this extremity of suffering, had he known that his daughter was

applying the casuistical arguments which he had been using, not in the

sense of a permission to follow her own opinion on a dubious and disputed

point of controversy, but rather as an encouragement to transgress one of

those divine commandments which Christians of all sects and denominations

unite in holding most sacred.

"Can this be?" said Jeanie, as the door closed on her father--"Can these

be his words that I have heard, or has the Enemy taken his voice and

features to give weight unto the counsel which causeth to perish?--a

sister's life, and a father pointing out how to save it!--O God, deliver

me!--this is a fearfu' temptation."

Roaming from thought to thought, she at one time imagined her father

understood the ninth commandment literally, as prohibiting false witness

_against_ our neighbour, without extending the denunciation against

falsehood uttered _in favour_ of the criminal. But her clear and

unsophisticated power of discriminating between good and evil, instantly

rejected an interpretation so limited, and so unworthy of the Author of

the law. She remained in a state of the most agitating terror and

uncertainty--afraid to communicate her thoughts freely to her father,

lest she should draw forth an opinion with which she could not

comply,--wrung with distress on her sister's account, rendered the more

acute by reflecting that the means of saving her were in her power, but

were such as her conscience prohibited her from using,--tossed, in

short, like a vessel in an open roadstead during a storm, and, like that

vessel, resting on one only sure cable and anchor,--faith in Providence,

and a resolution to discharge her duty.

Butler's affection and strong sense of religion would have been her

principal support in these distressing circumstances, but he was still

under restraint, which did not permit him to come to St. Leonard's Crags;

and her distresses were of a nature, which, with her indifferent habits

of scholarship, she found it impossible to express in writing. She was

therefore compelled to trust for guidance to her own unassisted sense of

what was right or wrong. It was not the least of Jeanie's distresses,

that, although she hoped and believed her sister to be innocent, she had

not the means of receiving that assurance from her own mouth.

The double-dealing of Ratcliffe in the matter of Robertson had not

prevented his being rewarded, as double-dealers frequently have been,

with favour and preferment. Sharpitlaw, who found in him something of a

kindred genius, had been intercessor in his behalf with the magistrates,

and the circumstance of his having voluntarily remained in the prison,

when the doors were forced by the mob, would have made it a hard measure

to take the life which he had such easy means of saving. He received a

full pardon; and soon afterwards, James Ratcliffe, the greatest thief and

housebreaker in Scotland, was, upon the faith, perhaps, of an ancient

proverb, selected as a person to be entrusted with the custody of other

delinquents.

When Ratcliffe was thus placed in a confidential situation, he was

repeatedly applied to by the sapient Saddletree and others, who took some

interest in the Deans family, to procure an interview between the

sisters; but the magistrates, who were extremely anxious for the

apprehension of Robertson, had given strict orders to the contrary,

hoping that, by keeping them separate, they might, from the one or the

other, extract some information respecting that fugitive. On this subject

Jeanie had nothing to tell them. She informed Mr. Middleburgh, that she

knew nothing of Robertson, except having met him that night by

appointment to give her some advice respecting her sister's concern, the

purport of which, she said, was betwixt God and her conscience. Of his

motions, purposes, or plans, past, present, or future, she knew nothing,

and so had nothing to communicate.

Effie was equally silent, though from a different cause. It was in vain

that they offered a commutation and alleviation of her punishment, and

even a free pardon, if she would confess what she knew of her lover. She

answered only with tears; unless, when at times driven into pettish

sulkiness by the persecution of the interrogators, she made them abrupt

and disrespectful answers.

At length, after her trial had been delayed for many weeks, in hopes she

might be induced to speak out on a subject infinitely more interesting to

the magistracy than her own guilt or innocence, their patience was worn

out, and even Mr. Middleburgh finding no ear lent to farther intercession

in her behalf, the day was fixed for the trial to proceed.

It was now, and not sooner, that Sharpitlaw, recollecting his promise to

Effie Deans, or rather being dinned into compliance by the unceasing

remonstrances of Mrs. Saddletree, who was his next-door neighbour, and

who declared it was heathen cruelty to keep the twa brokenhearted

creatures separate, issued the important mandate, permitting them to see

each other.

On the evening which preceded the eventful day of trial, Jeanie was

permitted to see her sister--an awful interview, and occurring at a most

distressing crisis. This, however, formed a part of the bitter cup which

she was doomed to drink, to atone for crimes and follies to which she had

no accession; and at twelve o'clock noon, being the time appointed for

admission to the jail, she went to meet, for the first time for several

months, her guilty, erring, and most miserable sister, in that abode of

guilt, error, and utter misery.

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