Colonel Sutherland was not very much addicted to correspondence: he
wrote kind, wise, fatherly letters to his boys, but, except on extreme
occasions, he wrote to nobody else, and was not easily moved to the
exercise even in case of his oldest friends. It was therefore with a
little importance that he opened out his gilt-edged paper before him,
and smoothed the crumple, which Sam Gilsland's hand, not used to such
delicate burdens, had left in the sheet, and, beginning with a most
particular date, "Tillington Arms, 15th February, 184--" made a pause,
after having achieved that, to think what he should say. We need not
linger over all the Colonel's cogitations and pains of production. Here
is at last, in the best language he could think of, the most wise and
careful statement of his case which he found it possible to make:
"My dear Armitage,--I congratulate you very cordially upon the
accession of rank and fortune which I have just learned has fallen
upon you. Living, as you know I used to do, very much engaged with
my own duties, and hearing scarcely any news except what occurred
in our own branch of the service, I had never heard of this till
to-day, when I suddenly found my old comrade in the Sir John
Armitage of a district quite unknown to me, but with which I have
managed to establish a connection rather surprising to myself, by
dint of a few days residence here. I came home six months ago,
after more than thirty years' service, exclusive of leave and
former absence from duty, and had the happiness to find my boys
well and hearty, and making progress to my entire satisfaction.
Ned, you will be pleased to hear, is already provided for, and goes
_out_ the summer after next, to enter upon active life, with, I
trust, if the boy works as he promises to do, an appointment in
the Engineers. My other boy, I think, will very likely take to the
Church, and be the solace of my old age. He makes very good promise
for it, at least now. These, you will be sorry to know, are all
that God has been pleased to spare me out of my flock.
"You will think it odd, perhaps, that I should hasten to tell you
this the very moment of hearing your whereabouts and discovering
your identity; but, to tell the truth, I have another reason more
urgent, which, in point of fact, made me aware that you now
belonged to this neighbourhood. I have accidentally" (here Colonel
Sutherland paused, looked at the word, remembered the Rector's
reproof, and made a half movement of his pen to draw it through;
but, stopping himself, he smiled and shook his head, and went on
without changing the expression) "met a young man called Roger
Musgrave in the village, a very fine young fellow, to the best of
my judgment. I understand that you were intimately acquainted with
his godfather, whom the people here call Squire Musgrave, of the
Grange. _He_ died lately--when it was found that all he had was
insufficient to meet his debts, and that this poor youth, whom I
don't doubt you remember, was left entirely unprovided for. I found
the boy in conference with a romancing old rogue of a sergeant of
my own regiment, who was filling his head with all kinds of
ridiculous accounts of a soldier's life in India. You may suppose I
made short work of the sergeant, but found the young man, on
entering into conversation with him, entirely bent upon enlisting.
He had evidently been treated very shabbily by your gentry here;
and, having no money, and being too proud to seek help from any
one, the lad had made up his mind that the only thing left him to
do, was to go for a soldier, and never be heard of more. By dint of
questioning, I discovered that _you_ were his relative's (I don't
know what is the degree of kindred--the boy calls him his
godfather) closest friend, and made up my mind at once, believing
you to be a stranger, to take upon myself the task of making an
appeal to you, to prevent this sacrifice. To-day I have discovered
who you are, which you may suppose does not diminish my inclination
to claim your assistance for this young fellow, who has captivated
me, and gained my warmest interest. I have some little influence
myself, which, now that my boy is provided for, I have no personal
occasion to use. Don't you think you and I together could get him a
pair of colours without any great difficulty? You know him better
than I do, and I am sure you are not the man to leave a youth of
good blood and high spirit to throw himself into the ranks in the
romantic and vain hope of rising from them. I cannot profess to
regret that so few chances of promotion are open to the private
soldier, though I remember you have your own views on this subject;
but I am most reluctant to see a youth, who would be a credit to
the profession, throw himself away.
"I write this without the least idea where it will find you; but
earnestly trust you will lose no time in answering. I need scarcely
tell you, who I daresay have not forgotten the time when you were
twenty, that the boy is very impatient, and quite likely to do
something rash out of his own head, if he supposes himself
neglected. Address to me at Milnehill, Inveresk, North Britain,
where at all times you will find my solitary quarters, and a warm
welcome, should you think of straying so far north. My dear
Armitage, yours very faithfully,
"EDWARD SUTHERLAND,
"Late Colonel, 100th B.N.I."
Having finished, read, and re-read this important epistle, the Colonel
put it up, and writing in large characters, deeply underscored, _To be
forwarded immediately_, put it beside him to be sent by express to
Armitage Park. Then the old soldier's countenance relaxed. He laid his
other sheet of paper lightly before him and dipped his pen in the ink
with a smile. This time he was going to write to his boy.
"I have had no small vexation, Ned, since I came here," wrote the
Colonel to his son; "you shall hear a circumstantial account of it.
First, I was dismayed at the sight of the house--a melancholy place on
the edge of the moor, without a scrap of garden or enclosure of any
kind, and not a house within sight; fancy your poor pretty cousin Susan,
at seventeen, shut up in such a prison, with never a face but her
father's and brother's to cheer the dear child in her solitude! You have
always heard that your uncle Scarsdale was a man of very peculiar
character, and you will remember that I told you the very remarkable
circumstances in which your cousin Horace stands. This, my dear boy, if
you should happen to have any intercourse with Horace, you must do your
best to forget. By some unaccountable perversion of mind, which I can
excuse, perhaps, in a man of his character, but certainly cannot
explain, your uncle has carefully concealed everything from his son
which can throw the least light upon his position; and as he has at the
same time refused all special training and education to the lad, and
never encouraged or directed him to make any provision for his future
life, you may imagine what an unsatisfactory state everything is in at
Marchmain. First of all, you know, Ned, I am delighted with Susan.
Please God, some day we'll have her at Milnehill, and let her see that
there is something in life worth living for. It would make my old heart
light to see her pleasant face about the house, and yet, Ned, sometimes
I can scarcely look at her without tears. Heaven knows it should be our
duty as well as our pleasure to do everything we can to brighten the
life of this dear, pure-hearted little girl, who is the only woman in
the family now.
"But, to begin at the beginning, I got a very strange account of the
family from the man who drove me to Marchmain; then I was startled by
the sight of the house; then, though greatly re-assured by the
appearance of Susan, I was overcast again by seeing the cloud that came
over her at the mention of her father. He never appeared to receive me,
but sent for me to his study, where he made the request that I would
keep his secret from his children in the most absolute terms, not
without reproaches against me, and against--God forgive him!--my poor
sister, because I knew it, which I confess rather exasperated me. I
resolved at once not to stay in the house, nor to see him again, and
accordingly came down here to this little inn--very poor
quarters--where I have been for three days. Horace accompanied me here,
and on the way broke out into rather extravagant protestations of his
wish to leave home, and bitter complaints against his father. You may
suppose I was confused enough, longing to let the poor lad know the
secret which could have explained all to him, and hindered by my
promise. I detest mystery--always abjure it, Ned, as you value my
approbation; nothing can be honest that has to be concealed. This
miserable, mistaken idea of your uncle's has gone far, I am afraid, to
ruin the moral nature of his son. There is a shocking unnatural enmity
between the two, which cuts me to the heart every time I think of it. Of
course, Horace has no clue whatever to the secret of his father's
conduct. He thinks it springs out of mere caprice and cruelty, and
naturally fumes against it. This is all very dismal to look at, though I
suppose, by dint of usage, it does not seem so unnatural to them as it
does to a stranger. Horace himself, I am sorry to say, does not quite
satisfy me; with such an upbringing, poor fellow, who can wonder at it?
He is very clever, but much occupied with himself, and does not seem to
have the honest, spontaneous wishes and ambition of a young man. There
is a look of craft about him which grieves me; and I fear he has got
into indifferent company, according to his own avowal, and declares to
me he despises them, which, in my opinion, does not mend the matter.
Altogether, I am very much puzzled in my own mind about him; he is very
unlike the young men I have been accustomed to meet with--and that with
my experience, in thirty years of active life, is a good deal to say.
"However, with my advice, he has been led to conclude that he will adopt
the law as a profession, and is anxious to be put in the way of it
immediately, and do what he can to qualify himself for making his own
bread in an honourable way. Can you believe it possible, my dear boy,
that his father, on my appeal to him, absolutely refused either to help
your cousin in his most laudable wish, or to explain to him why he did
not? Oh, Ned, Ned, how miserable we can make ourselves when we get
leave to do our own will! The man is wretched--you can read it in every
line of his face; but he will not yield to open his heart to his boy, to
receive him into his confidence, to make a friend of his only son. This
miserable lucre--and I am sure in his better days, when your poor aunt
was alive, nobody imagined that Scarsdale had set his heart much upon
it--has turned his whole nature into gall. God forgive the miserable old
man that left this curse behind him!--though, indeed, that is a useless
wish, as he has been dead for fifteen years, and his fate determined
long ago.
"So you perceive, on the whole, I have had a good deal on my hands since
I came here. Now that nothing can be done with his father, I mean to
make an appeal on behalf of your cousin to one of the trustees. To tell
you the truth, Ned, I am almost afraid now of the secret being made
known to Horace. Your uncle has so forgotten that word, 'Fathers,
provoke not your children to wrath,' that it absolutely alarms me when I
think what may be the consequences if Horace hears it suddenly from any
lips but his father's. So, if you should chance to come in contact with
your cousin, my dear boy, see that you forget it, Ned. Let never an
_appearance_ of knowledge be perceived in you--to be sure, this of
itself is a kind of deceit, but it is lawful. If Scarsdale himself could
be moved to disclose the whole to his son, a better state of affairs
might be brought about--otherwise, I am alarmed to think of any
discovery, more than I can say.
"Not content with this business, I have taken in hand, like an old fool
as I am, another young fellow, whom I have fallen in with here; a fine,
sincere, hearty lad, whom I hope to hear of one day as your
brother-in-arms. I have just been writing on his behalf to old Armitage,
of the 59th, whom you remember, I daresay, when you were a child, and
who knows this young fellow, of whom I'll tell you more hereafter.
To-morrow I go home (D.V.), and will post this in Edinburgh, as I pass
through, that you may know I have had a safe journey. I had a letter
from Tom the day before I left. The rogue has got five or six prizes at
the examination; but of course he has told you all about that before
now.
"God bless you, my dear boy; never forget the Gospel grace, and all we
owe to it--nor your love and duty to our Father in Heaven.
"E. SUTHERLAND."
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After finishing this paternal letter, the Colonel leaned his head upon
his hands for a little in silent cogitation. He was rather tired of his
epistolary labours, and could not help thinking with a secret sigh of
the carpet-bag, which had still to be packed up-stairs, and of the
chilly journey which he had to undertake early next morning. Had he not
better put off his other letter till he got home to Milnehill? "There is
no time like the present," said the Colonel, with a sigh, and he rung
the bell and commissioned Mrs. Gilsland to procure him another sheet of
that famous gilt-edged paper. Having obtained it, and fortified himself
meanwhile with a cup of tea, which the landlady brought at the same
time, the persevering Colonel thus indited his third epistle:--
"SIR,--It is a long time since I met you at the house of my
brother-in-law in London, and it is very possible that you may have
forgotten even the name of the writer of this letter. I am the
brother of the late Mrs. Robert Scarsdale--late Colonel in command
of the 100th Regiment, B. N. I., in the Honourable Company's
service, and since retiring from active service have resided at
Milnehill, Inveresk, North Britain, where any answer you may think
proper to give to this communication will find me. I write to you
now on behalf of my nephew, Horace Scarsdale. His father, to my
great grief, has kept him entirely ignorant of his very peculiar
and painful circumstances; and, at the same time, with a feeling
sufficiently natural, but much to be deplored, declines to aid him
in studying the profession which he has chosen, being that of the
law. Under these circumstances, which, as his nearest relative, I
have become aware of, I feel that my only resource is to apply to
you. Mr. Robert Scarsdale, as you are aware, is still a man in the
prime of life, and, so far as I know, in excellent health. To keep
the young man without occupation, waiting for the demise of a
vigorous man of fifty, would, even if my nephew were aware of all
the circumstances, be something at once revolting to all natural
feeling, and highly injurious to himself. I venture to ask you,
then, whether you are justified in advancing to him, or, if you
prefer it, to me, under security for his use, a sufficient sum to
enable him to enter on the study of his profession? The matter is
so important, that I make no apologies for stating it thus briefly.
This would be of more importance than twice the amount can be when
his youth is gone, and the best part of his life wasted. I beg you,
for the young man's sake, to take the matter into your serious
consideration, as trustee under the unhappy arrangement which has
done so much harm to this family. I will be happy to enter into
further details, or make any explanation in my power, on hearing
from you; and trusting that your sympathy may be so far moved by my
story as to dispose you to the assistance of my unfortunate nephew,
of whose talents I have formed a very high opinion--I have the
honour to remain, your faithful servant,
"EDWARD SUTHERLAND."
This done, the Colonel put his letters together and retired into his
arm-chair, with a satisfied conscience; as he sat there silent by the
fire, the old man carried his pleadings to a higher tribunal. How could
he have kept his heart so young all these years, except by the close and
constant resort he made to that wonderful Friend, whom every man who
seeks Him must come to like a little child?