A Daughter of Fife

The minister had noticed Maggie's frequent lapses from duty. He spoke to

Elder Mackelvine about it; and as the elder was in a manner responsible

for the flock to his superior shepherd, he felt obliged to repeat much of

the gossip he had heard. He had no ill will to the girl, far from it; yet

unknowingly he did her many wrongs, even though he distinctly said, "he

knew no ill of Maggie Promoter, and was but repeating what a lot of

idle women said."

But Dr. Balmuto was troubled and alarmed. He thought not only of Maggie,

but also of David. He had sanctioned his ambition for the ministry, and

had helped him toward the office; and he could not bear to think of a

whisper against a name likely to stand in the list of God's servants. He

was angry at Maggie's imprudences, even if they were no worse than

imprudences. He paid a special visit to the Promoter cottage, and putting

aside Mistress Caird with a polite wave of the hand which greatly

impressed her, he demanded to see Maggie alone.

He told her frankly all that he had heard, and the girl was astounded.

There was just truth enough with every lie to carry the lie through. Many

of them she found it almost hopeless to try to explain; and when the

doctor asked her, "if there had been any words of love between Mr.

Campbell and herself?" she could not deny it. She remained speechless, and

the minister thought very badly of the woman dumb and blushing before him.

"Mind what I tell you, Maggie Promoter," he said sternly, "I know the

young man Campbell. He is none of your kind. He cannot make you his wife.

If he could, you would be wretched, for he would soon scorn you. Can the

eagle mate with the kittywake? Sin and sorrow come of such love making. It

will ruin both David and yourself. Mind, I have warned you. If you were my

own daughter I would say no less to you."

"There has been nae wrang word between us, sir. Nae word my ain fayther

and mither mightna hae listened to. That is the truth, sir."

"Then do not hold yourself apart from your own people. Don't fret about

the young man's absence, and neglect the ordinances to do it; remember

they are for your comfort and salvation."

"Folks hae thocht ill o' me, sir; and they treat me according to their ill

thochts:--and I wish Davie was hame, for I'm broken-hearted wi' the wrang

that is done me; morning, noon and night," she said warmly.