Love stories; Scotland -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction
One placed in circumstances which need strong action, should not think
too much, because by doing that he raises a wall of difficulties around
him. Mental ghosts are no use to anybody, although, to be sure, they
weren't unknown to me. So I welcomed a letter that reached me next
morning from Marget's mother, but I opened it with a dread. It
addressed me as "Dear Captain Gordon," and it read:
"I am troubling you for advice, because there is nobody else whom I can
ask, and because the matter may interest you, both as a relative, far
removed I admit, and as a soldier of the reigning king. You will guess
what it is, and that makes it easier for me to explain.
"It has been made known to us in a round-about, but authoritative way,
that it would give King George and his ministers satisfaction to see
our house and people established again, and that Jock Farquharson, the
laird of Inverey, would be confirmed in the chiefship, if as much were
agreeable to my daughter and myself.
"They don't ask me will I give my daughter in ransom for the house and
possessions of our ancestors, but that is what is meant, and you can
judge how the idea has concerned me. You may also, however, concern
and interest a mother at the same time, and I have hesitated to return
a 'No,' especially as Marget said, about the letter, when I showed it
to her, 'Well, the sons of the house have sacrificed enough for it. It
may now be the turn of the daughter to sacrifice something . . .!"
"That was dutifully said, but what she expects, I'm certain, is that I
shall say the 'No' of my own accord, and I want your advice as to the
manner in which it can best be done. I want it at once, because news
comes to me, through the early channel of our domestics, that the Black
Colonel means to ride over upon us one of these evenings, a friendly
call, I suppose. Marget does not know of this intention on his part,
and I am not going to tell her, for a mother's instinct naturally
wishes to shield a daughter from disturbance.
"If you would advise me how to say 'No' without bringing further
displeasure from high places upon our ruined house, you would be doing
us a service. If, besides that, you were to find a means of keeping
the Black Colonel away, why, you would be doing a further service."
As I read that last sentence an idea struck me, and I at once sent a
note to the dear lady, saying I would solve her difficulty. Then I
dispatched a pair of trusty scouts in quest of certain information I
needed, and in eight hours they were back with it. After that, I felt
more myself than I had done for some time, just because I was now
committed to definite, perhaps even dangerous, action.
_XI--The Crack of Thunder_
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