Whats Mines Mine, vol 3 | Page 5

the mother. The distiller was to her as the
publican to the ancient Jew. No dealing in rags and marine stores, no
scraping of a fortune by pettifogging, chicane, and cheating, was to her
half so abominable as the trade of a brewer. Worse yet was a brewer
owning public-houses, gathering riches in half-pence wet with beer and
smelling of gin. The brewer was to her a moral pariah; only a distiller
was worse. As she read, the letter dropped from her hands, and she
threw them up in unconscious appeal to heaven. She saw a vision of
bloated men and white-faced women, drawing with trembling hands
from torn pockets the money that had bought the wide acres of the
Clanruadh. To think of the Macruadh marrying the daughter of such a
man! In society few questions indeed were asked; everywhere money
was counted a blessed thing, almost however made; none the less the
damnable fact remained, that certain moneys were made, not in
furthering the well-being of men and women, but in furthering their sin
and degradation. The mother of the chief saw that, let the world wink
itself to blindness, let it hide the roots of the money-plant in layer upon
layer of social ascent, the flower for which an earl will give his
daughter, has for the soil it grows in, not the dead, but the diseased and
dying, of loathsome bodies and souls of God's men and women and
children, which the grower of it has helped to make such as they are.

She was hot, she was cold; she started up and paced hurriedly about the
room. Her son the son in law of a distiller! the husband of his daughter!
The idea was itself abhorrence and contempt! Was he not one of the
devil's fishers, fishing the sea of the world for the souls of men and
women to fill his infernal ponds withal! His money was the fungous
growth of the devil's cellars. How would the brewer or the distiller, she
said, appear at the last judgment! How would her son hold up his head,
if he cast in his lot with theirs! But that he would never do! Why should
she be so perturbed! in this matter at least there could be no difference
between them! Her noble Alister would be as much shocked as herself
at the news! Could the woman be a lady, grown on such a hothed! Yet,
alas! love could tempt far--could subdue the impossible!
She could not rest; she must find one of them! Not a moment longer
could she remain alone with the terrible disclosure. If Alister was in
love with the girl, he must get out of it at once! Never again would she
enter the Palmers' gate, never again set foot on their land! The thought
of it was unthinkable! She would meet them as if she did not see them!
But they should know her reason--and know her inexorable!
She went to the edge of the ridge, and saw Ian sitting with his book on
the other side of the burn. She called him to her, and handed him the
letter. He took it, read it through, and gave it her back.
"Ian!" she exclaimed, "have you nothing to say to that?"
"I beg your pardon, mother," he answered: "I must think about it. Why
should it trouble you so! It is painfully annoying, but we have come
under no obligation to them!"
"No; but Alister!"
"You cannot doubt Alister will do what is right!"
"He will do what he thinks right!"
"Is not that enough, mother?"
"No," she answered angrily; "he must do the thing that is right."
"Whether he knows it or not? Could he do the thing he thought
wrong?"
She was silent.
"Mother dear," resumed lan, "the only Way to get at what IS right is to
do what seems right. Even if we mistake there is no other way!"
"You would do evil that good may come! Oh, Ian!"
"No, mother; evil that is not seen to be evil by one willing and trying to

do right, is not counted evil to him. It is evil only to the person who
either knows it to be evil, or does not care whether it be or not."
"That is dangerous doctrine!"
"I will go farther, mother, and say, that for Alister to do what you
thought right, if he did not think it right himself--even if you were right
and he wrong--would be for him to do wrong, and blind himself to the
truth."
"A man may be to blame that he is not able to see the truth," said the
mother.
"That is very true, but hardly such a man as Alister, who would sooner
die than do the thing