the productions of her dairy. When Butler found an opportunity of stealing after her into this place, he found her silent, dejected, and ready to burst into tears. Instead of the active industry with which she had been accustomed, even while in the act of speaking, to employ her hands in some useful branch of household business, she was seated listless in a corner, sinking apparently under the weight of her own thoughts. Yet the instant he entered, she dried her eyes, and, with the simplicity and openness of her character, immediately entered on conversation.
'I am glad you have come in, Mr. Butler,' said she, 'for—for—for I wished to tell ye, that all maun be ended between you and me—it's best for baith our sakes.'
'Ended!' said Butler, in surprise; 'and for what should it be ended?—I grant this is a heavy dispensation, but it lies neither at your door nor mine—it's an evil of God's sending, and it must be borne; but it cannot break plighted troth, Jeanie, while they that plighted their word wish to keep it.'
'But, Reuben,' said the young woman, looking at him affectionately, 'I ken weel that ye think mair of me than yourself; and, Reuben, I can only in requital think mair of your weal than of my ain. Ye are a man of spotless name, bred to God's ministry, and a' men say that ye will some day rise high in the kirk, though poverty keep ye doun e'en now. Poverty is a bad back-friend, Reuben, and that ye ken ower weel; but ill-fame is a waur ane, and that is a truth ye sall never learn through my means.'
'What do you mean?' said Butler, eagerly and impatiently; 'or how do you connect your sister's guilt, if guilt there be, which, I trust in God, may yet be disproved, with our engagement?—how can that affect you or me?'
'How can you ask me that, Mr. Butler? Will this stain, d'ye think, ever be forgotten, as lang as our heads are abune the grund? Will it not stick to us, and to our bairns, and to their very bairns' bairns? To hae been the child of an honest man, might hae been saying something for me and mine; but to be the sister of a—O my God!'—With this exclamation her resolution failed, and she burst into a passionate fit of tears.
The lover used every effort to induce her to compose herself, and at length succeeded; but she only resumed her composure to express herself with the same positiveness as before. 'No, Reuben, I'll bring disgrace hame to nae man's hearth; my ain distresses I can bear, and I maun bear, but there is nae occasion for buckling them on other folk's shouthers. I will bear my load alone—the back is made for the burden.'
A lover is by charter wayward and suspicious; and Jeanie's readiness to renounce their engagement, under pretence of zeal for his peace of mind and respectability of character, seemed to poor Butler to form a portentous combination with the commission of the stranger he had met with that morning. His voice faltered as he asked, 'whether nothing but a sense of her sister's present distress occasioned her to talk in that manner?'
'And what else can do sae?' she replied with simplicity. 'Is it not ten long years since we spoke together in this way?'
'Ten years!' said Butler. 'It's a long time—sufficient perhaps for a woman to weary—'
'To weary of her auld gown,' said Jeanie, 'and to wish for a new ane if she likes to be brave, but not long enough to weary of a friend—The eye may wish change, but the heart never.'
'Never!' said Reuben,—'that's a bold promise.'
'But not more bauld than true,' said Jeanie, with the same quiet simplicity which attended her manner in joy and grief in ordinary affairs, and in those which most interested her feelings.
Butler paused, and looking at her fixedly—'I am charged,' he said, 'with a message to you, Jeanie.'
'Indeed! From whom? Or what can ony ane have to say to me?'
'It is from a stranger,' said Butler, affecting to speak with an indifference which his voice belied—'A young man whom I met this morning in the Park.'
'Mercy!' said Jeanie, eagerly; 'and what did he say?'
'That he did not see you at the hour he expected, but required you should meet him alone at Muschat's Cairn this night, so soon as the moon rises.'
'Tell him,' said Jeanie, hastily, 'I shall certainly come.'
'May I ask,' said Butler, his suspicions increasing at the ready alacrity of the answer, 'who this man is to whom you are so willing to give the meeting at a place and hour so uncommon?'
'Folk maun do muckle they have little will to do, in this world,' replied Jeanie.
'Granted,' said her lover; 'but what compels you to this?—who is this person? What I saw of him was not very favourable—who, or what is he?'
'I do not know,' replied Jeanie, composedly.
'You do not know!' said Butler, stepping impatiently through the apartment—'You purpose to meet a young man whom you do not know, at such a time, and in a place so lonely—you say you are compelled to do this—and yet you say you do not know the person who exercises such an influence over you!—Jeanie, what am I to think of this?'
'Think only, Reuben, that I speak truth, as if I were to answer at the last day.—I do not ken this man—I do not even ken that I ever saw him; and yet I must give him the meeting he asks—there's life and death upon it.'
'Will you not tell your father, or take him with you?' said Butler.
'I cannot,' said Jeanie; 'I have no permission.'
'Will you let
'It is impossible,' said Jeanie; 'there maunna be mortal creature within hearing of our conference.'
'Have you considered well the nature of what you are going to do?—the time—the place—an unknown and suspicious character?—Why, if he had asked to see you in this house, your father sitting in the next room, and within call, at such an hour, you should have refused to see him.'
'My weird maun be fulfilled, Mr. Butler; my life and my safety are in God's hands, but I'll not spare to risk either of them on the errand I am gaun to do.'
'Then, Jeanie,' said Butler, much displeased, 'we must indeed break short off, and bid farewell. When there can be no confidence betwixt a man and his plighted wife on such a momentous topic, it is a sign that she has no longer the regard for him that makes their engagement safe and suitable.'
Jeanie looked at him and sighed. 'I thought,' she said, 'that I had brought myself to bear this parting—but —but—I did not ken that we were to part in unkindness. But I am a woman and you are a man—it may be different wi' you—if your mind is made easier by thinking sae hardly of me, I would not ask you to think otherwise.'
'You are,' said Butler, 'what you have always been—wiser, better, and less selfish in your native feelings, than I can be, with all the helps philosophy can give to a Christian—But why—why will you persevere in an undertaking so desperate? Why will you not let me be your assistant—your protector, or at least your adviser?'
'Just because I cannot, and I dare not,' answered Jeanie.—'But hark, what's that? Surely my father is no weel?'
In fact, the voices in the next room became obstreperously loud of a sudden, the cause of which vociferation it is necessary to explain before we go farther.
When Jeanie and Butler retired, Mr. Saddletree entered upon the business which chiefly interested the family. In the commencement of their conversation he found old Deans, who in his usual state of mind, was no granter of propositions, so much subdued by a deep sense of his daughter's danger and disgrace, that he heard without replying to, or perhaps without understanding, one or two learned disquisitions on the nature of the crime imputed to her charge, and on the steps which ought to be taken in consequence. His only answer at each pause was, 'I am no misdoubting that you wuss us weel—your wife's our far-awa cousin.'
Encouraged by these symptoms of acquiescence, Saddletree, who, as an amateur of the law, had a supreme deference for all constituted authorities, again recurred to his other topic of interest, the murder, namely, of Porteous, and pronounced a severe censure on the parties concerned.
'These are kittle times—kittle times, Mr. Deans, when the people take the power of life and death out of the hands of the rightful magistrate into their ain rough grip. I am of opinion, and so I believe will Mr. Crossmyloof and the Privy Council, that this rising in effeir of war, to take away the life of a reprieved man, will prove little better than perduellion.'
'If I hadna that on my mind whilk is ill to bear, Mr. Saddletree,' said Deans, 'I wad make bold to dispute that point wi' you.'
