Part 11 (1/2)
”Ay' weel that! But what for sud I no say I dinna see 't? Isna the blin' man to say he's blin'?”
This was unanswerable, and Donal again spoke.
”It seems to me,” he said, ”we need first to un'erstan' what's conteened i' the veesitin' o' the sins o' the fathers upo' the children, afore we daur ony jeedgment concernin' 't.”
”Ay, that 's sense eneuch!” confessed a responsive murmur.
”I haena seen muckle o' this warl' yet, compared wi' you, sirs,” Donal went on, ”but I hae been a heap my lane wi' nowt an' sheep, whan a heap o' things gaed throuw my heid; an' I hae seen something as weel, though no that muckle. I hae seen a man, a' his life 'afore a douce honest man, come til a heap o' siller, an' gang to the dogs!”
A second murmur seemed to indicate corroboration.
”He gaed a' to the dogs, as I say,” continued Donal; ”an' the bairns he left 'ahint him whan he dee'd o' drink, cam upo' the perris, or wad hae hungert but for some 'at kenned him whan he was yet in honour an'
poverty. Noo, wad ye no say this was a veesitin' o' the sins o' the father upo' the children?”
”Ay, doobtless!”
”Weel, whan I h'ard last aboot them, they were a' like eneuch to turn oot honest lads an' la.s.ses.”
”Ow, I daursay!”
”An' what micht ye think the probability gien they had come intil a lot o' siller whan their father dee'd?”
”Maybe they micht hae gane the same gait he gaed!”
”Was there injustice than, or was there favour i' that veesitation o'
the sins o' their father upo' them?”
There was no answer. The toddy went down their throats and the smoke came out of their mouths, but no one dared acknowledge it might be a good thing to be born poor instead of rich. So entirely was the subject dropped that Donal feared he had failed to make himself understood. He did not know the general objection to talking of things on eternal principles. We set up for judges of right while our very selves are wrong! He saw that he had cast a wet blanket over the company, and judged it better to take his leave.
Borrowing a wheelbarrow, he trundled his chest home, and unpacking it in the archway, carried his books and clothes to his room.
CHAPTER X
THE PARISH CLERGYMAN.
The next day, Donal put on his best coat, and went to call on the minister. Shown into the study, he saw seated there the man he had met on his first day's journey, the same who had parted from him in such displeasure. He presented his letter.
Mr. Carmichael gave him a keen glance, but uttered no word until he had read it.
”Well, young man,” he said, looking up at him with concentrated severity, ”what would you have me do?”
”Tell me of any situation you may happen to know or hear of, sir,” said Donal. ”That is all I could expect.”
”All!” repeated the clergyman, with something very like a sneer; ”--but what if I think that all a very great deal? What if I imagine myself set in charge over young minds and hearts? What if I know you better than the good man whose friends.h.i.+p for your parents gives him a kind interest in you? You little thought how you were undermining your prospects last Friday! My old friend would scarcely have me welcome to my parish one he may be glad to see out of his own! You can go to the kitchen and have your dinner--I have no desire to render evil for evil--but I will not bid you G.o.d-speed. And the sooner you take yourself out of this, young man, the better!”
”Good morning, sir!” said Donal, and left the room.
On the doorstep he met a youth he had known by sight at the university: it was the minister's son--the worst-behaved of all the students. Was this a case of the sins of the father being visited on the child? Does G.o.d never visit the virtues of the father on the child?