"You are too weak to stand, man," I said, "and yet you think you could
start off this minute for the Spittal."
"I must go," he cried. "She is my wife. That impious marriage may have
taken place already."
"Oh, that it had!" was my prayer. "It has not," I said to him. "A
cannon is to be fired immediately after the ceremony, and all the glen
will hear it."
I spoke on the impulse, thinking to allay his desire to be off; but he
said, "Then I may yet be in time." Somewhat cruelly I let him rise,
that he might realize his weakness. Every bone in him cried out at his
first step, and he sank into a chair.
"You will go to the Spittal for me?" he implored.
"I will not," I told him. "You are asking me to fling away my life."
To prove my words I opened the door, and he saw what the flood was
doing. Nevertheless, he rose and tottered several times across the
room, trying to revive his strength. Though every bit of him was
aching, I saw that he would make the attempt.
"Listen to me," I said. "Lord Rintoul can maintain with some reason
that it was you rather than he who abducted Babbie. Nevertheless,
there will not, I am convinced, be any marriage at the Spittal to-day.
When he carried her off from the Toad's-hole, he acted under impulses
not dissimilar to those that took you to it. Then, I doubt not, he
thought possession was all the law, but that scene on the hill has
staggered him by this morning. Even though she thinks to save you by
marrying him, he will defer his wedding until he learns the import of
yours."
I did not believe in my own reasoning, but I would have said anything
to detain him until that cannon was fired. He seemed to read my
purpose, for he pushed my arguments from him with his hands, and
continued to walk painfully to and fro.
"To defer the wedding," he said, "would be to tell all his friends of
her gypsy origin, and of me. He will risk much to avoid that."
"In any case," I answered, "you must now give some thought to those
you have forgotten, your mother and your church."
"That must come afterwards," he said firmly. "My first duty is to my
wife."
The door swung to sharply just then, and he started. He thought it was
the cannon.
"I wish to God it had been!" I cried, interpreting his thoughts.
"Why do you wish me ill?" he asked.
"Mr. Dishart," I said solemnly, rising and facing him, and disregarding
his question, "if that woman is to be your wife, it will be at a cost
you cannot estimate till you return to Thrums. Do you think that if
your congregation knew of this gypsy marriage they would have you
for their minister for another day? Do you enjoy the prospect of
taking one who might be an earl's wife into poverty--ay, and
disgraceful poverty? Do you know your mother so little as to think she
could survive your shame? Let me warn you, sir, of what I see. I see
another minister in the Auld Licht kirk, I see you and your wife
stoned through our wynds, stoned from Thrums, as malefactors have been
chased out of it ere now; and as certainly as I see these things I
see a hearse standing at the manse door, and stern men denying a son's
right to help to carry his mother's coffin to it. Go your way, sir;
but first count the cost."
His face quivered before these blows, but all he said was, "I must
dree my dreed."
"God is merciful," I went on, "and these things need not be. He is
more merciful to you, sir, than to some, for the storm that He sent to
save you is ruining them. And yet the farmers are to-day thanking Him
for every pound of wool, every blade of corn He has left them, while
you turn from Him because He would save you, not in your way, but in
His. It was His hand that stayed your marriage. He meant Babbie for
the earl; and if it is on her part a loveless match, she only suffers
for her own sins. Of that scene on the hill no one in Thrums, or in
the glen, need ever know. Rintoul will see to it that the gypsies
vanish from these parts forever, and you may be sure the Spittal will
soon be shut up. He and McKenzie have as much reason as yourself to be
silent. You, sir, must go back to your congregation, who have heard as
yet only vague rumors that your presence will dispel. Even your mother
will remain ignorant of what has happened. Your absence from the
prayer-meeting you can leave to me to explain."
He was so silent that I thought him mine, but his first words
undeceived me.
"I thought I had nowhere so keen a friend," he said; "but, Mr. Ogilvy,
it is devil's work you are pleading. Am I to return to my people to
act a living lie before them to the end of my days? Do you really
think that God devastated a glen to give me a chance of becoming a
villain? No, sir, I am in His hands, and I will do what I think
right."
"You will be dishonored," I said, "in the sight of God and man."
"Not in God's sight," he replied. "It was a sinless marriage, Mr.
Ogilvy, and I do not regret it. God ordained that she and I should
love each other, and He put it into my power to save her from that
man. I took her as my wife before Him, and in His eyes I am her
husband. Knowing that, sir, how could I return to Thrums without
her?"
I had no answer ready for him. I knew that in my grief for Margaret I
had been advocating an unworthy course, but I would not say so. I went
gloomily to the door, and there, presently, his hand fell on my
shoulder.
"Your advice came too late, at any rate," he said. "You forget that
the precentor was on the hill and saw everything."
It was he who had forgotten to tell me this, and to me it was the most
direful news of all.
"My God!" I cried. "He will have gone to your mother and told her."
And straightway I began to lace my boots.
"Where are you going?" he asked, staring at me.
"To Thrums," I answered harshly.
"You said that to venture out into the glen was to court death," he
reminded me.
"What of that?" I said, and hastily put on my coat.
"Mr. Ogilvy," he cried, "I will not allow you to do this for me."
"For you?" I said bitterly. "It is not for you."
I would have gone at once, but he got in front of me, asking, "Did you
ever know my mother?"
"Long ago," I answered shortly, and he said no more, thinking, I
suppose, that he knew all. He limped to the door with me, and I had
only advanced a few steps when I understood better than before what
were the dangers I was to venture into. Since I spoke to Waster Lunny
the river had risen several feet, and even the hillocks in his
turnip-field were now submerged. The mist was creeping down the hills.
But what warned me most sharply that the flood was not satisfied yet
was the top of the school-house dike; it was lined with field-mice. I
turned back, and Gavin, mistaking my meaning, said I did wisely.
"I have not changed my mind," I told him, and then had some difficulty
in continuing. "I expect," I said, "to reach Thrums safely, even
though I should be caught in the mist, but I shall have to go round
by the Kelpie brig in order to get across the river, and it is
possible that--that something may befall me."
I have all my life been something of a coward, and my voice shook when
I said this, so that Gavin again entreated me to remain at the
school-house, saying that if I did not he would accompany me.
"And so increase my danger tenfold?" I pointed out. "No, no, Mr.
Dishart, I go alone; and if I can do nothing with the congregation, I
can at least send your mother word that you still live. But if
anything should happen to me, I want you----"
But I could not say what I had come back to say. I had meant to ask
him, in the event of my death, to take a hundred pounds which were the
savings of my life; but now I saw that this might lead to Margaret's
hearing of me, and so I stayed my words. It was bitter to me this, and
yet, after all, a little thing when put beside the rest.
"Good-by, Mr. Dishart," I said abruptly. I then looked at my desk,
which contained some trifles that were once Margaret's. "Should
anything happen to me," I said, "I want that old desk to be destroyed
unopened."
"Mr. Ogilvy," he answered gently, "you are venturing this because you
loved my mother. If anything does befall you, be assured that I will
tell her what you attempted for her sake."
I believe he thought it was to make some such request that I had
turned back.
"You must tell her nothing about me," I exclaimed, in consternation.
"Swear that my name will never cross your lips before her. No, that is
not enough. You must forget me utterly, whether I live or die, lest
some time you should think of me and she should read your thoughts.
Swear, man!"
"Must this be?" he said, gazing at me.
"Yes," I answered more calmly, "it must be. For nearly a score of
years I have been blotted out of your mother's life, and since she
came to Thrums my one care has been to keep my existence from her. I
have changed my burying-ground even from Thrums to the glen, lest I
should die before her, and she, seeing the hearse go by the Tenements,
might ask, 'Whose funeral is this?'"
In my anxiety to warn him, I had said too much. His face grew haggard,
and there was fear to speak on it; and I saw, I knew, that some
damnable suspicion of Margaret----
"She was my wife!" I cried sharply. "We were married by the minister
of Harvie. You are my son."
Chapter Thirty-Six.