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´╗┐Title: Working in the Shade - Lowly Sowing brings Glorious Reaping
Author: Wilson, Theodore P.
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Working in the Shade; or, Lowly Sowing Brings Glorious Reaping

by the Reverend Theodore P Wilson
When he wrote "Frank Oldfield" some ten years before this book, and won
a literary prize with it, Wilson showed that he was an author who could
write a good story round a moral theme, and hold his readers' attention.

This is just such a book.  You could look at it as no more than a very
hard-hitting sermon on the theme of Selfishness, but it is well-written
enough, with various episodes of selfishness leading to disaster, and
unselfishness leading heavenwards.

It is not a long book, and it will not take you long to read this book,
or listen to it.  It is well-written, and it will surely make a good
impression upon you, and give you food for thought. NH





Curiosity was on tiptoe in the small country-town of Franchope and the
neighbourhood when it was settled without a doubt that Riverton Park was
to be occupied once more.

Park House, which was the name of the mansion belonging to the Riverton
estate, was a fine, old, substantial structure, which stood upon a
rising ground, and looked out upon a richly undulating country, a
considerable portion of which belonged to the property.

The house was situated in the centre of an extensive park, whose groups
and avenues of venerable trees made it plain that persons of
consideration had long been holders of the estate.  But for the last
twenty years Riverton Park had been a mystery and a desolation.  No one
had occupied the house during that time, except an old man and his wife,
who pottered about the place, and just contrived to keep the buildings
from tumbling into ruin.  The shutters were always closed, as though the
mansion were in a state of chronic mourning for a race of proprietors
now become extinct, except that now and then, in summer-time, a
niggardly amount of fresh air and sunshine was allowed to find its way
into the interior of the dwelling.

As for the grounds and the park, they were _overlooked_ in more senses
than one by a labourer and his sons, who lived in a hamlet called
Bridgepath, which was situated on the estate, about a mile from the
house, in the rear, and contained some five hundred people.  John Willis
and his sons were paid by somebody to look after the gardens and drives;
and as they got their money regularly, and no one ever came to inspect
their work, they just gave a turn at the old place now and then at odd
times, and neither asked questions nor answered any, and allowed the
grass and weeds to have their own way, till the whole domain became
little better than an unsightly wilderness.  Everybody said it was a
shame, but as no one had a right to interfere, the broad, white front of
Park House continued to look across the public road to Franchope through
its surroundings of noble trees, with a sort of pensive dignity, its
walls being more or less discoloured and scarred, while creepers
straggled across the windows, looking like so many wrinkles indicative
of decrepitude and decay.

But why did no one purchase it?  Simply because its present owner, who
was abroad somewhere, had no intention of selling it.  At last, however,
a change had come.  Riverton Park was to be tenanted again.  But by
whom?  Not by its former occupier; that was ascertained beyond doubt by
those who had sufficient leisure and benevolence to find out other
people's business for the gratification of the general public.  It was
not so clear who was to be the new-comer.  Some said a retired
tradesman; others, a foreign princess; others, the proprietor of a
private lunatic asylum.  These and other rumours were afloat, but none
of them came to an anchor.

It was on a quiet summer's evening in July that Mary Stansfield was
walking leisurely homeward along the highroad which passed through the
Riverton estate and skirted the park.  Miss Stansfield was the orphan
child of an officer who had perished, with his wife and other children,
in the Indian Mutiny.  She had been left behind in England, in the
family of a maiden aunt, her father's sister, who lived on her own
property, which was situated between the Riverton estate and the town of
Franchope.  She had inherited from her father a small independence, and
from both parents the priceless legacy of a truly Christian example, and
the grace that rests on the child in answer to the prayers of faith and

The world considered her position a highly-favoured one, for her aunt
would no doubt leave her her fortune and estate when she died; for she
had already as good as adopted her niece, from whom she received all the
attention and watchful tenderness which she needed continually, by
reason of age and manifold infirmities.  But while our life has its
outer convex side, which magnifies its advantages before the world, it
has its inner concave side also, which reduces the outer circumstances
of prosperity into littleness, when "the heart knoweth its own
bitterness, and a stranger doth not intermeddle with its joy."  So it
was with Mary Stansfield.  She had a refined and luxurious home, and all
her wants supplied.  She was practically mistress of the household, and
had many friends and acquaintances in the families of the neighbouring
gentry, several of whom had country seats within easy walk or drive of
her home.  Yet there was a heavy cross in her lot, and its edges were
very sharp.  In her aged aunt, with whom she lived, there were a
harshness of character, and an inability to appreciate or sympathise
with her niece, which would have made Mary Stansfield's life a burden to
her had it not been for her high sense of duty, her patient charity, and
God's abiding-grace in her heart.  Misunderstood, thwarted at every
turn, her attentions misinterpreted, her gentle forbearance made the
object of keen and relentless sarcasm or lofty reproof, her supposed
failings and shortcomings exposed and commented upon with ruthless
bitterness, while yet the tongue which wounded never transgressed the
bounds imposed by politeness, but rather chose the blandest terms
wherewith to stab the deepest,--hers was indeed a life whose daily
strain taxed the unostentatious grace of patience to the utmost, and
made her heart often waver, while yet the settled will never lost its

How gladly, had she consulted self, would she have left her gilded
prison and joined some congenial sister, as her own means would have
permitted her to do, in work for God, where, after toiling abroad, she
could come back to a humble home, in which her heart would be free, and
generous love would answer love.  But duty said "No," as she believed.
The cold, hard woman who so cruelly repulsed her was her beloved
father's only sister, and she had resolved that while her aunt claimed
or desired her services no personal considerations should withdraw her
from that house of restraint and humiliation.

Pondering the difficulties of her trying position, yet in no murmuring
spirit, Mary Stansfield, on this quiet summer's evening, was just
passing the boundary wall which separated Riverton Park from the
adjoining property, when, to her surprise and partly amusement also, she
noticed a venerable-looking old gentleman seated school-boy fashion on
the top rail of a five-barred gate.  The contrast between his
patriarchal appearance and his attitude and position made her find it
difficult to keep her countenance; so, turning her head away lest he
should see the smile on her face, she was quickening her pace, when she
became aware that he had jumped down from his elevated seat and was
advancing towards her.

"Miss Stansfield, I suppose?" he asked, as she hesitated for a moment in
her walk, at the same time raising his hat respectfully.

Surprised at this salutation, but pleased with the voice and manner of
the stranger, she stopped, and replied to his question in the
affirmative, and was moving on, when he added,--

"I am a stranger to you at present, my dear young lady; but I hope not
to be so long.  I daresay you will guess that I am the new occupier of
Riverton Park.  I suppose I ought properly to wait for a formal
introduction before making your acquaintance; but I have lived abroad in
the colonies for some years past, and colonial life makes one disposed
at times to set aside or disregard some of those social barriers which
are, I know, necessary in the old country; so you must excuse an old man
for introducing himself, and will permit him, I am sure, to accompany
you as far as your aunt's lodge."

There was something so frank, and at the same time so thoroughly
courteous, about the old gentleman's address that Miss Stansfield could
not be offended with him; while his age and bearing prevented her
feeling that there was any impropriety in her permitting him to be her
companion on the public road till she should reach the drive-gate
leading up to her home.  She therefore bowed her assent, and the two
walked slowly forward.

"You must know, Miss Stansfield," proceeded the stranger, "that I have
both seen you before and have also heard a good deal about you, though
we have never met till to-day.--Ah, I know what you would say," he
added, with a smile, as he noticed her look of extreme surprise and her
blush of bewilderment.  "You are thinking, What can I have heard about
one who is leading such a commonplace, retired life as yours?  I will
tell you.  I have been rather anxious to know what sort of neighbours I
shall have round me here, so I have been getting a little reliable
information on the subject--where from it matters not; and my informant
has told me about an old lady whose estate adjoins Riverton Park, and
who has a niece living with her who belongs to a class for which I have
a special respect, and which I may call `workers in the shade.'  Do you
understand me?"

"Perfectly," replied his companion; "only I feel utterly unworthy of
being included in such a class."

"Of course you do.  And just for this reason, because you're in the
habit of burning candles instead of letting off fireworks; and so you
think your humble candles aren't of much service because they don't go
off with a rush and a fizz.  Is that it?"

"Perhaps it may be so," said the other, laughing.

"Well, do you remember what Shakespeare says?" asked the old man.

  "`How far that little candle throws its beams,
  So shines a good deed in a naughty world.'

"Now, I want you kindly to answer me a question.  It is this, Are there
any unselfish people in Franchope or the neighbourhood?"

The question was put so abruptly, and was so odd in itself, that Mary
Stansfield looked in her companion's face with a half misgiving.  He
noticed it instantly.  "You're a little doubtful as to the old
gentleman's vanity?" he said, laughing; "but I'm quite sane and quite in
earnest; and I repeat my question."

"Really," said the other, much amused, "it is a very difficult question
to answer.  I hope and believe that there are many unselfish persons in
our neighbourhood, or it would be sad indeed."

"Ah!  True," was his reply, "but hoping is one thing, and believing is
another.  Now, I've been half over the world, and have come back to my
own country with the settled conviction that selfishness is the great
crying sin of our day; and it seems to me to have increased tenfold in
my own native land since I last left it.  So I should very much like to
meet with a specimen or two of genuine unselfish people; for I have some
important work to do here, and I shall stand in need of truly unselfish
helpers.  Can you name me one or two?"

"Well, sir, if you mean by unselfish persons those who really work for
God's glory and not their own, I freely admit that they are, and I
suppose always must be, comparatively rare."

"That is exactly what I _do_ mean, my dear young lady; can you help me
to find a few such unselfish workers in your own rank of life, and of
your own sex?"

His companion was silent for a few moments, then she said slowly and
timidly, "I judge, dear sir, from the tone of your questions that you
are a follower of that Saviour who has set us the only perfect example
of unselfishness."

"I trust so, my young friend," was the other's reply; "I wish at least
to be so.  Well, I see we have only a few more steps to bring us to your
aunt's lodge.  We shall meet again, I have no doubt, before long; and
perhaps when we do I shall have more to say to you on the same subject.
Farewell, and thank you."  And with a courteous salutation he parted
from her.



Restoration and improvement went on vigorously at Riverton Park.  The
front of the house soon lost its careworn appearance; the walks laid
aside their weeds, and shone with a lively surface of fresh gravel; the
shutters ceased to exclude the daylight; while painters and paperers,
masons and carpenters, decorators and upholsterers soon brought the
interior of the dwelling into a becoming state of beauty, order, and

And now the new proprietor was looked for with anxious expectation.  His
name had already got abroad, and all the gentry round were prepared to
welcome Colonel Dawson when he should take possession of his newly
acquired property.  The colonel was an old retired officer, who had
spent many years since leaving the army in one or more of the colonies.
And now he was come home again, and intended to pass the rest of his
days at Riverton.  This was all that report could confidently affirm at

Was he an old bachelor or married?  And if the latter, was his wife
still living, and was there any family?  Very conflicting rumours got
abroad on this subject, but very little satisfaction came of them.  All
that could conclusively be gathered was that Park House was to have a
lady inhabitant as well as the colonel; but that only a portion of the
house was to be fully furnished.  The appearance of a coachman daily
exercising two noble carriage-horses was also hailed as a sign that the
colonel did not mean to lead an unsociable life.

So Franchope and its neighbourhood were content, and watched the
arrivals at the station day by day with patient interest.  At length, in
the first week in August, it was observed that the colonel's carriage
drew up at the railway office to meet the evening train from London.
From a first-class carriage there emerged three persons--the colonel, an
elderly lady, and a young man who might be some twenty years of age; a
footman and a lady's-maid also made their appearance; and all drove off
for Riverton Park.  Who could count the pairs of eyes that looked out
from various windows in Franchope as the carriage drove rapidly through
the town?  A glance, a flash, and the new-comers were gone.

And now, in a few days, the whole household having twice occupied the
family pews in the old parish church on the Lord's day, the neighbouring
gentry began to make their calls.

The first to do so were Lady Willerly and her daughter.  Her ladyship
had discovered that she was distantly connected with the colonel, and
hastened to show her interest in him as speedily as possible.  Having
cordially shaken hands with her and her daughter.  Colonel Dawson turned
to the lady and young man by his side and introduced them as, "My sister
Miss Dawson; my nephew Mr Horace Jackson."  So the relationships were
settled, and public curiosity set at rest.

Numerous other callers followed, and by all it was agreed that the
family was a decided acquisition; a pity perhaps that there was not a
Mrs Dawson and a few more young people to fill the roomy old house and
add liveliness to the various parties and social gatherings among the
gentry.  A younger man than the colonel would undoubtedly have been more
to the general taste, especially as it was soon found that the family at
Park House neither accepted nor gave dinner invitations, nor indeed
invitations to any gatherings except quiet afternoon friendly meetings,
where intercourse with a few neighbours could be enjoyed without mixing
with the gaieties of the fashionable world.

So good society shrugged its shoulders, and raised its eyebrows, and
regretted that the colonel, who doubtless was a good man, should have
taken up such strict and strange notions.  However, people must please
themselves; and so it came to pass that the family at Riverton Park was
soon left pretty much to itself, just exchanging civil calls now and
then with the principal neighbours, and being left out of the circle of
fashionable intimacy.

Three families, however, kept up a closer acquaintance, which ripened,
more or less, into friendship.  About a mile and a half from the Park,
on the side that was farthest from Franchope, lived Mr Arthur Wilder, a
gentleman of independent means, with a wife, a grown-up son, and three
daughters.  Horace Jackson was soon on the most intimate terms with
young Wilder, and with his sisters, who had the reputation of being the
most earnest workers in all good and benevolent schemes, so that in them
the clergyman of their parish had the benefit of three additional right
hands; while their parents and brother gave time, money, and influence
to many a good cause and useful institution.

Adjoining the Riverton estate, in the direction of Franchope, was, as
has been already stated, the property of the elderly Miss Stansfield,
whose niece, Mary, has been introduced to our readers.  The old lady was
an early caller on the colonel's family, having made a special effort to
rouse herself to pay the call, as she rarely left her own grounds.  She
at once took to Colonel Dawson; and, whether or no the liking was
returned on his part, he frequently visited his infirm neighbour, and
would spend many a quiet hour with her, to her great satisfaction.  The
old lady was one who wished to do good, and did it, but not graciously.
So she had won respect and a good name among her dependants, but not
love.  The world called her selfish, but the world was wrong.  She was
self-absorbed, but not selfish in the ordinary sense of the term.  She
acted upon principle of the highest kind; her religion was a reality,
but she had been used ever to have her own way, and could not brook
thwarting or contradiction; while her ailments and infirmities had
clustered her thoughts too much round herself, and had generated a
bitterness in her manner and speech, which made the lot of her niece,
who was her constant companion, a very trying one.

To the north of Riverton Park was the estate of Lady Willerly.  Her
ladyship was one of those impetuous characters who are never content
unless they are taking castles by storm; she must use a hatchet where a
penknife would answer equally well or better.  She was a widow, and
dwelt with her only child Grace, a grown-up daughter, in her fine old
family mansion, in the midst of her tenants and the poor, who lived in a
state of chronic alarm lest she should be coming down upon them with
some new and vigorous alteration or improvement.  Her daughter was in
some respects like her mother, as full of energy, but with a little more
discretion; bright as a sunbeam, and honest as the day; abounding also
in good works.  Such were the three families who maintained an intimacy
with Colonel Dawson, when the rest of the neighbouring gentry dropped
off into ordinary acquaintances.



When the family had occupied Park House about four months, a great deal
of curiosity and excitement was felt by the inhabitants of Bridgepath,
the little hamlet of five hundred persons in the rear of Riverton Park,
in consequence of sundry cart-loads of bricks, stone, and lime being
deposited on a field which was situated a few yards from the principal
beer-shop.  The colonel was going to build, it seemed,--but what?
Possibly a full-grown public-house.  Well, that would be a very
questionable improvement.  Was it to be a school, or a reading-room?

There was a school already, held in the parlour of the blacksmith's
cottage, where a master attended on week-days, weather permitting, and
imparted as much of the three R's as the children, whose parents thought
it worth while to send them, could be induced to acquire under the
pressure of a moderate amount of persuasion and an immoderate amount of

The master came in a pony-cart from Franchope, and returned in the same
the moment the afternoon school broke up, so that his scholars had ample
opportunity, when he was fairly gone, to settle any little disputes
which might have arisen during school hours by vigorous fights on the
open green, the combatants being usually encouraged to prolong their
encounters to the utmost by the cheers of the men who gathered round
them out of the neighbouring beer-shops.

As for religious instruction, the master, it is true, made his scholars
read a portion of the Scriptures twice a week, and learn a few verses.
But they would have been almost better without this; for the hard,
matter-of-fact way in which he dealt with the Holy Book and its
teachings would make the children rather hate than love their Bible

And what was done for the improvement, mental or spiritual, of the
grown-up people?  Nothing.  Neither church nor chapel existed in the
place.  A few old and middle-aged people walked occasionally to the
nearest place of worship, some two miles off; but nine-tenths of the
villagers went nowhere on a Sunday--that is to say, nowhere where they
could hear anything to do them good, though they were ready enough to
leave their homes on the Sabbath to congregate where they could drink
and game together, and sing profane and immoral songs.

So Bridgepath was rightly called "a lost place;" and indeed it had been
"lost" for so many years, that there seemed scarcely the remotest
prospect of its being "found" by any one disposed to do it good.
However, even in this dark spot there was a corner from which there
shone a little flickering light.  John Price and his family tenanted a
tolerably roomy cottage at the entrance to the village, close to the
horse-pond.  The poor man had seen better days, having acted as steward
to the young squire from the time he came into the property till he
disappeared with his infant son and an old nurse who had lived for
nearly two generations on the Riverton estate.  Poor John had served the
squire's father also as steward, and loved the young master as if he had
been his own child; and it was known that, when ruin fell on the young
man, the poor steward was dragged down also to poverty, having been
somehow or other involved in his employer's ruin.  But never did John
Price utter a word that would throw light on this subject to anyone
outside his own family.  All he would let people know was, that the
squire had left him his cottage rent-free for his life,--which was,
indeed, all that the master had to leave his faithful servant.

The worthy man had struggled hard to keep himself and his family; but
now he was bed-ridden, and had been so for some five or six years past.
However, he had a patient wife, who made the most and best of a very
little, and loving children, some of them in service, who helped him
through.  And he found a measure of peace in studying his old, well-worn
Bible, though he read it as yet but ignorantly.  Still, what light he
had he strove to impart to those of the villagers who came to sit and
condole with him; while his wife, and an unmarried daughter who lived at
home, both deploring the wickedness of Bridgepath, tried to throw in a
word of scriptural truth now and then, for the sake of instructing and
improving their heathenish neighbours.

It may be well imagined, then, with what interest all the villagers, but
especially the Prices, including John himself, as he was propped up in
bed and gazed through the casement, marked the numerous carts bringing
building materials of all kinds to the village.  All doubts on the
subject, however, were soon brought to an end by a call from the colonel
at John's house in the early part of November.  After a few kind
inquiries about his health and family, Colonel Dawson informed him that
he was going to build at once a school and master's house in Bridgepath,
with a reading-room attached to it, and to place there a married man of
thorough Christian principles; one who would not only look after the
ordinary teaching of the children, but would also, under the
superintendence of the vicar, conduct a simple religious service on
Sundays for the instruction of the villagers.

Bridgepath had from time immemorial been under the special supervision
of the proprietors of Riverton Park, the whole hamlet being a portion of
the property.  The parish to which it belonged was extensive, and the
parish church some five miles distant, Bridgepath being just on the
borders of the next parish, in which parish the Park itself was
situated.  So, in former days, the chaplain at the house used to look
after the people of the hamlet in a good-natured sort of way, by taking
food and clothing to the sick and destitute, and saying a kind word, and
giving a little wholesome advice, where he thought they were needed.
But being himself unhappily possessed of but little light, he was unable
to impart much to others, and the spiritual destitution of poor
Bridgepath never seemed to occur to his mind at all.  But now, for the
last twenty years, neither squire nor chaplain had resided at Riverton;
so that a very occasional visit from the vicar--who had more on his
hands nearer home than he could well accomplish, and who, with others,
was living in constant expectation of some one coming to the property
and bringing about a change--was all that had been done directly for the
scriptural instruction and eternal welfare of the benighted inhabitants
of Bridgepath.

Now, however, a mighty change was coming, and the dwellers in the hamlet
were supposed to be highly delighted, as a matter of course, with the
prospect.  And, certainly, the hearts of old John Price and his wife and
daughter did rejoice; but not so the hearts of most of the inhabitants,
for they were thoroughly conscious that much of the goings on in their
village would not bear looking into by those who feared God and
respected human law.  Bridgepath had been now for a good many years a
_privileged_ place in the eyes of poachers, gamblers, and Sabbath-
breakers, where the devil's active servants could hold their festivals,
especially on the Lord's day, without fear of interruption from
policeman or preacher.  And the women were as bad as the men; they
"loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil."  So
the new school and reading-room arose amidst the sneers and loudly-
expressed disgust of the majority of the population; the proprietors of
the beer-shops being specially bitter in their denunciations of this
uncalled-for innovation on the good old times and habits, so long the
favoured lot of a primitive and unsophisticated people, who had been
quite content when left to their own devices, and could do perfectly
well without these new-fashioned schemes, if only good people would just
let them alone.  The good people, however, saw the matter in a different
light; and so, spite of all the grumbling and outspoken dissatisfaction,
the buildings were completed in the spring, and the new schoolmaster and
his wife took up their abode in Bridgepath.

Colonel Dawson had chosen his man carefully, and duly warned him that he
would find his post at first no bed of roses.  To which the master
replied that he was not afraid of encountering his share of thorns; and
that he doubted not but that with prayer, patience, and perseverance,
there would be both flowers and fruit in Bridgepath in due time.  As for
opposition, he rather enjoyed a little of it, and trusted to be enabled
to live it down.  The colonel was satisfied, for he knew that he had
chosen a man who had already proved himself to be no mere talker.  So
Bridgepath looked on in sulky wonder; but soon was constrained to
acknowledge that, in their new schoolmaster, the right man had been put
into the right place.

And now the colonel was very anxious to get the help of some earnest-
hearted Christian lady, who would visit the sick and needy in the
neglected hamlet, carrying with her Christ in her heart and on her lips;
for his sister was too old to undertake such a work.  His thoughts
turned to Mary Stansfield.  He would go and have a talk with the old
lady her aunt about it.



Colonel Dawson took a deep interest both in Miss Stansfield and her
niece.  He understood them both, and pitied them both, but for very
different reasons.  He pitied the old lady because she was throwing away
her own happiness and crippling her own usefulness.  He pitied her
because she was not what she might so easily have been; because she was
storing up vinegar where she might have gathered honey; and was one of
those of whom Dr South says that "they tell the truth, but tell it with
the tongue of a viper."  He pitied Mary Stansfield, but with a pity
mingled with profound respect and admiration.  He pitied her that she
should have to bear those daily raspings of the spirit which her aunt,
half unconsciously, perpetually inflicted on her.  And yet he could not
altogether regret the discipline, when he marked how the trial was daily
burnishing the fine gold of her character.  Still, he pitied both, and
was a frequent visitor at Morewood Court, partly because he marked how
few were the friends who cared to stay at the house, and, more still,
because he hoped to be of use in lightening the burden of both aunt and

Colonel Dawson was one of those who love "working in the shade."  Not
that he was ashamed or afraid of working in the light, but he was
content to pursue the less attractive and less ornamental paths of
usefulness, which few comparatively cared to follow.  And so he had set
himself resolutely and prayerfully to the task of rearranging the
character of one who, he was persuaded, was capable and desirous of
doing good and great things, could she only be got to hold herself at
arm's-length from herself for a little while, and see herself in the
glass of God's Word, and as others saw her.  He felt sure that there was
good, practical sense enough in her mind, and grace enough in her heart,
to make her yield to conviction when he should draw her on to see and
acknowledge a better way; and then he knew that, when she should have
been drawn out of the old self into a better self, she would duly
appreciate and love her long-suffering niece.  But he was well aware
that the old self would not surrender its throne without a severe
struggle, and he was therefore not surprised to find the old lady's
bitterness rather increase than diminish as through their conversations
she was learning to become more and more dissatisfied with herself.

Her poor niece had to bear in consequence the burden of an increased
irritability in her aunt's addresses to her.  But she was greatly
cheered when the colonel took an opportunity of seeing her alone, and
assuring her that, spite of appearances to the contrary, the clouds were
beginning to break, and that light and peace would shortly follow.

It was now the month of June; the school and reading-room at Bridgepath
had got fairly established; the growlers and grumblers had nearly all of
them subsided; and many long-benighted souls were receiving light with

"Pray excuse my calling so early," said the colonel, as he took his seat
beside the elder Miss Stansfield, on a bright sunny morning.  The
drawing-room window was open, and the ladies were seated on either side
of it--the aunt half reclining on an easy-chair, the other occupying a
low stool, with the open Bible from which she had been reading aloud on
her lap.

Miss Stansfield received her visitor very cordially, but it was plain
that the reading of the Holy Book had not imparted any sunshine to her
spirit, and there were traces of recent tears in her niece's eyes.

The colonel saw this, but made no remark on it.  For a few moments he
gazed on the lovely garden, visible through the open window, without
speaking; then he said abruptly, "I was thinking how selfish we
naturally are; those beautiful flowers reminded me of it, and seemed to
reproach me.  God gives us such a profusion of colour, and harmonises it
so marvellously to delight us; and yet how ready we are to pick out, as
it were, the sombrest tints in his dealings with us, and to keep our
eyes fixed on them."

Miss Stansfield coloured slightly, and then said, after a pause, during
which her niece did not look up, but nervously moved the leaves of her
Bible, "Yes, I quite agree with you, Colonel Dawson; there is abundance
of selfishness in our days, especially among young people.  They seem to
think of nothing but having their own way, and seldom condescend to
admit that those who have been brought up in less enlightened days can
have gained any wisdom by experience."

"Ah!  I dare say," replied the other; "I've no doubt that young people,
many of them at least, have a large share of this very unlovable
quality.  Perhaps we have all of us more of it than we should like to
admit to ourselves.  But now, to tell the truth, I am on the look-out
for one or two unselfish people;--can either of you, my dear friends,
help me to find them?"

"I think you will search in vain in _this_ neighbourhood," said the old
lady dryly.

"Nay, my dear Miss Stansfield, are you not a little uncharitable?
Surely you can point me to some who love doing good, and forget
themselves in doing it."

"I can say `Yes' to the first but not to the last part of your
question," was the reply.  "There are plenty who love doing good,
according to the popular estimate of goodness; but they love still more
to be known and praised as the doer of it."

"Well," rejoined her visitor, "granting this in a measure, I should
still like to know of some of these popular good-doers.  We must make
considerable allowance for human frailty.  Perhaps I shall be able to
pick out a real jewel, where you have believed them to be only coloured
glass and tinsel."

"I fear not, Colonel Dawson.  However, I will mention a few of what I
believe to be but counterfeit gems.  There are the Wilders, for
instance.  Those girls are always doing good, and their brother too.
You have only to look into the local papers to see what a broad stream
of good works is perpetually flowing from that family.  What with
ecclesiastical decorations, Sunday-school and day-school _fetes_,
dancing at charity balls, managing coal and clothing clubs, and a
hundred other things in which the world and the Church get their
alternate share pretty evenly, that family is a perfect pattern of good
deeds for everybody to look at,--like the children's samplers, which
their mothers point to with so much pride, as they hang up framed in
their cottages."

The colonel looked grave, and said, "Then you do not consider that there
are likely to be any unselfish workers in the Wilder family?"

"You had better ask my niece, colonel.  She will give you an
unprejudiced opinion."

The other looked towards the younger lady, and said, "I am asking now in
confidence, and with an object, not from mere idle curiosity, far less
from any wish to pick holes in the characters and conduct of any of my
neighbours.  So, Miss Mary, kindly give me your opinion."

Thus appealed to, the younger lady replied, but evidently with much
reluctance, "I fear that my aunt is right in her judgment of the
Wilders.  I dare not recommend them to you as likely to prove, in the
truest sense, unselfish workers.  They are very kind and good-natured,
and no one can help liking them; but--" and she hesitated.

"I understand you," said the colonel; "they would not come up to my
standard, you think?"

"I fear not; but then I should be sorry to judge them harshly, only you
asked my honest opinion."

"Oh, speak out, my dear, speak out," said her aunt; "they are but
afflicted with the epidemic which has attacked all ranks in our day.
Thus, where will you find a really unselfish servant nowadays?  The old-
fashioned domestics who would live a generation in a family, mourn over
an accidental breakage committed once in a quarter of a century, and
count their employer's interest as their own, are creatures entirely of
the past.  And as with maid and man, so with mistress and master, old or
young.  `What am I to get as an equivalent if I do this or that?' seems
the prevailing thought now with workers of every kind."

"Ah yes," said the colonel thoughtfully, "there is too much truth in
what you say; only, in the darkest night we may detect a few stars, and
some very bright ones too, if we will only look for them.  And I am
looking for stars now, but I shall be quite content to get one or two of
the second or third magnitude."

"I'm afraid you'll hardly be able to find any in this neighbourhood, for
the clouds," said the old lady, with a smile, in which the bitter
prevailed over the sweet.

"Nay, nay, my dear friend," cried the colonel cheerily, "don't let us
talk about clouds this lovely June morning.  I fear, however, that I
must not look for what I want among the Wilders.  I can readily
understand that they might be unwilling to work in the shade, where
there would be nothing to repay them except the smile of Him who will
not let even the cup of cold water rightly given go unrewarded.  What do
you say to Lady Willerly's daughter?  I have heard great things of her.
They tell me she is one of the most unselfish creatures under the sun."

"Ay," said the old lady dryly, "when the sun shines on her; but you want
workers in the shade.  Grace Willerly will not do for that."

"You think not?  Well, let me tell you what I have heard of her.  Those
who know her well say that she never seems so happy as when she is doing
good and making others happy.  Her mother calls her `my sunbeam.'  She
seems to take a pleasure in thwarting herself in order to gratify
others.  If she wants to go out for a walk, and some tiresome visitor
comes in, she will laugh, and say, `I was just wanting some one to come
and keep me in, for I dare say I should have caught cold if I had gone
out just now.'  Or it may be quite the other way.  She is just sitting
down to draw or play, and some one calls and asks her to take a walk,
and she at once leaves her occupation, jumps up, and says, `Ah, how nice
this is!  I ought to take exercise, but felt disinclined; and you've
come at the very right time, to entice me out.'  In fact, her greatest
pleasure seems to be to cross her own will and inclinations, that she
may do what will give pleasure to others.  Such is the picture that
intimate friends have drawn of her; and certainly it is a very charming
one.  What say you to it, Miss Mary?"

"It is very beautiful, Colonel Dawson--" and she hesitated.

"Ah, then, too highly coloured, I suppose you would say.  Give me your
candid opinion."

"It is very difficult to say what I feel," replied Mary Stansfield,
"without seeming to lay myself open to the charge of censoriousness or
captiousness; and yet I cannot help seeing a shade of unreality, and
even insincerity, on that bright and beautiful character,--that it
wants, in fact, one essential element of genuine unselfishness."

"Of course it does," broke in the elder lady; "you mean that it is not
free from self-consciousness and, more or less, of parade."

"I fear so, dear aunt.  I cannot help thinking that, as some one has
said of faith, so it may be said of true unselfishness, that `it is
colourless like water,'--it makes no show nor assertion of itself.  But
dear Grace Willerly is a sterling character for all that."

"So then," said the colonel, after a pause, "I must give up in despair,
must I?  No, that will never do.  Now, I am wanting a quiet worker in
the shade for poor Bridgepath,--some young lady friend who has a little
leisure time, and will go now and then and read in the cottages there
the Word of God, and give some loving counsel to those who need it so
much.  I have the good vicar's full consent and approbation; he will
gladly welcome any such helper as I may find for the post.  It will be a
true labour of love; and, without any more words I am come to ask Miss
Stansfield if she will spare her niece for the good work, and Miss Mary
if she will be willing to undertake it."

The reply of the two ladies, who were equally taken by surprise, was in
each case made in a single word, and that word very characteristic.
"Impossible!" cried the old lady.  "Me!" exclaimed the younger one.

"Nay, not impossible, dear friend," said the colonel gently.  "I want
this service of love only once a week for an hour or two, and I am sure
you can spare my young friend for that time.--And as for yourself, Miss
Mary, I believe, from what I have seen of you, that you are just fitted
for the work; and I am sure that you are too sincere to excuse yourself
on the ground of an unfitness which you do not really feel."

"And what am I to do?" asked the old lady bitterly.

"Exercise a little of this true unselfishness, dear friend.  You see
there are many ways in which you too can show true unselfishness in the
cause of that Master whom I know you truly love, though he has laid you
aside from much active work for him."

Miss Stansfield did not answer for a time; she looked pained, but the
bitterness had passed away from her countenance.  Evading an immediate
reply, she said, "I don't understand these many ways in which I can show
unselfishness, Colonel Dawson."

"Do you not?  May I mention some?"

"Yes, do," she replied earnestly.

"Well, bear with me then, while I make one or two suggestions which our
late conversations have been leading up to.  I will imagine myself in
your place, and looking out to see where I may best put the stamp of the
Cross on my life.  I am wishing to do good, I am trying to do good: but
may it not be that my benevolence is sometimes rendered so ungraciously
that it gives more pain than pleasure to those who receive it?  Ah,
then, I will put the stamp of the Cross here.  I will try, not only to
do good, but to do it graciously.  Perhaps, again, I am looking upon
suffering and natural infirmity of temper as an excuse for harshness and
hard judgment, and not as a call to exercise charity, patience, and
forbearance.  Then let me put the stamp of the Cross here also.  Or,
once more, perhaps I am in the habit of looking for the weeds rather
than the flowers, for the shadows rather than the sunshine, in my lot.
Well, then, here again I may place the stamp of the Cross, by exercising
quiet, unostentatious self-denial and unselfishness before the loving
eyes of him who has made us for himself, and redeemed us that we might
in all things glorify him.  Might I not thus, dear friend, exhibit true
unselfishness, and at the same time brighten my own heart, and also the
hearts of others?"

No one spoke for a few moments, but the old lady bowed her head upon her
hands and wept silently.  Then she stretched out a hand to the colonel,
without raising her head, and said in a half-stifled whisper, "Thank
you, thank you, faithful friend.  Mary shall undertake the post if she

Ah yes!  Light had shone into that clouded spirit; the shadows were
passing away.  Mary Stansfield knelt her down by the old lady's side,
and in one loving, tearful embrace, such as they had never known before,
the icy barrier that had so long chilled that young and loving heart was
melted, and there was peace.

The colonel was more than satisfied.  He knew, as he quietly stole out
of the room without a further word, that he had been privileged to gain
that morning two like-minded workers in the shade, instead of one.



A few days after Colonel Dawson's happy interview with Miss Stansfield
and her niece, a _fete_ was given by the Wilders at their residence,
Holly House, partly for the entertainment of the children who belonged
to the Sunday-school classes taught by the Misses Wilder, and partly
also as a means of gathering together as many neighbouring friends and
acquaintances as might be at leisure to come.

Colonel Dawson and his nephew had received a pressing invitation; and
also Lady Willerly and her daughter, though the latter was hardly
expected, as it was known how many engagements she had to tie her at
home.  The invitation, however, decided Grace Willerly to write at once
and say that, although she had a very pressing engagement, she would
arrange to put it off, as she felt that a good game of play with the
dear children on the lawn at Holly House would be just the very thing
she wanted to do her good and freshen her up.

So a large party assembled on the day appointed, and among them the
colonel and his nephew--the former because he wished to keep on friendly
terms with his neighbours, though he anticipated but little pleasure
from this particular gathering.  Besides this, he was a little anxious
to see to what extent the intimacy between the young Wilders and his
nephew had gone; for he had something of a misgiving that the young man
might be getting entangled in the attractions of one of the young
ladies, and this was the last thing he would have desired for him.  As
for Horace Jackson himself, his impression concerning the younger
members of the Wilder family was that they were decidedly "jolly."  He
had not yet consciously arrived at a warmer stage of feeling in regard
to any one of them, and his estimate was tolerably correct.  Somebody
had characterised the young ladies of Holly House as "dashing girls,"
and such they certainly were.

The eldest was now about one and twenty, a fine _manly_ young woman,
with a loud voice, and very demonstrative manners, who seemed inclined
to do good in the spirit of a prize-fighter, by attacking the evils
which she sought to remedy with a masculine vigour, such as would drive
them in terror off the field.  The second daughter, Clara, was of a
rather less commanding appearance than her elder sister, but dressed and
talked pretty much in the same fashion.  The third, Millicent, would
naturally have been quiet and retiring, but had constrained herself to
imitate her sisters.  She had, however, only so far succeeded as to
acquire an abrupt and off-hand style of speaking, which was calculated
to shut up old-fashioned people, who had been brought up under the
impression that young ladies should belong to the feminine gender.
Indeed, when the three Misses Wilder were met on the public road in
their walking attire, with natty little hats on their heads, ulsters
down to their feet, turn-down collars round their necks, and riding-
whips or walking-sticks in their hands, it would have been very
difficult for an unpractised observer to determine to what particular
sex they belonged.

Their brother was proud of his sisters, and matched them admirably.  He
was a kind-hearted, outspoken, generous young man, up to anything, from
a midnight spree to a special religious service; hating everything like
cant as decidedly "low," and going in for sincerity, truth, and free-
thought.  Moreover, he spent his money, or, more strictly speaking, his
father's money as well as his own, on horses, dogs, and guns, and left
sundry little bills to stand over till the poor creditors had lost both
hope and patience.

It was now four o'clock, and the children were assembling for tea, after
a series of games, in which they had been joined by Grace Willerly with
an unflagging energy, and been occasionally encouraged by a kind word
from Mr and Mrs Wilder and their daughters.

"What a charming sight, isn't it?" said Mrs Wilder to Colonel Dawson,
as they strolled up to the tea-tables, which had been set out under the
shade of some huge elms.  "How happy the dear children seem!"

"Yes," replied her guest; "it is indeed a pleasant sight, and I am sure
we may well learn a lesson of contentment with simple pleasures from the
hearty enjoyment of these young ones.  What a pity that the world and
its attractions should ever get a place in the hearts of these or of any
of us, since God has made us for purer and higher things!"

"Ah!  Very true, colonel;--but won't you come into the house?  I see our
friends are gathering in the drawing-room.  We shall find tea there; and
Clara and Millicent, with Grace Willerly, will see that their little
friends want for nothing.  Oh!  Here is your nephew.--Pray, Mr Jackson,
come in with us; I am sure you will be glad of a little refreshment."

So the elder guests assembled in the drawing-room, and got through an
hour of miscellaneous gossip very creditably; at the end of which all
adjourned to the garden again, and strolled about in twos and threes
till the school children were dismissed and it was time for the visitors
to take their leave.

"What a relief!" exclaimed the colonel to his nephew, as they trotted on
side by side on their ride homewards.

"Well, it was dull work, uncle, I allow," said the young man, laughing.
"But these gatherings are, I suppose, useful and necessary, if people
are to keep up friendly acquaintance with one another, and do what is
civil and neighbourly."

"Yes, perhaps so," replied his uncle; "but such an afternoon is little
better than bondage and lost time--at any rate to a man of my colonial
habits.  However, it has given me an opportunity of seeing more of the
young ladies at Holly House."

"And I am afraid, uncle, that you do not find them improve upon

"Just so, Horace; they don't suit my taste at all."

"And yet, dear uncle, with all their dash, and _brusquerie_, and
fastness, they really are most kind-hearted and unselfish girls."

"Kind-hearted, I allow, but I doubt their unselfishness."

"But why, uncle?  What would you have more?  They certainly don't spare
themselves.  They are here, there, and everywhere, when any good is to
be done, and think nothing of spending any amount of time and money in
making other people happy."

"True, Horace, but there is a pleasurable excitement in all this which
more than overbalances any trouble it may cost, especially when the
world's applause for their good deeds is thrown into the same scale."

"But," remonstrated the young man, in rather a disturbed and anxious
tone, "is not this dealing them a little hard measure?  Where shall we
find anything that will deserve the name of unselfishness, if we weigh
people's actions too rigorously?"

"Ah!  You think me severe and uncharitable, Horace.  But now, it just
comes to this.  What do the Misses Wilder and their brother (for I
suppose we must take him into consideration too), really forsake or give
up in order to do good?  I don't pretend to know the private affairs of
the family generally, but certainly there are strong rumours afloat that
the maxim, `Be just before you are generous,' is not acted upon by the
young people in their money concerns.  I allowed just now that they are
good-natured, but good-nature is a very different thing from
unselfishness.  What personal gratification do they surrender in order
to do good?  What worldly pleasure or amusement do they deny themselves?
What extravagance do they curtail?"

"I can't say much for them in that respect, certainly," replied the
young man thoughtfully; "indeed, I must frankly confess that I have
heard more than once from the eldest Miss Wilder the expression of her
hope and conviction that the united good deeds of the family would be
accepted, by the world at any rate, as a sort of atonement for follies
and excesses which clearly could not be justified in themselves."

"I can well believe it, my dear nephew: but I have something much
weightier to say on the subject, and it is this.  There is manifestly
one great want in all the doings of these kind-hearted people at Holly
House, which would make me at once deny the character of unselfishness
to their best deeds."

"And what is that, dear uncle?"

"The stamp of the Cross, Horace.  I know that there are plenty of
crosses about them,--crosses on their prayer-books, crosses round their
necks, crosses on their writing-cases and on their furniture; but _the_
Cross is wanting.  In a word, they are not denying self, and seeking to
do good to others from love to that Saviour who gave up so much for
them.  I know that they are not without religion in the eyes of the
world; but I cannot, I dare not believe that they are really actuated by
love to the great Master in what they may do to make others happy.  Am I
wrong, Horace?"

"No, uncle, I cannot say that you are.  Much as I like the girls on many
accounts, I should not be speaking my honest sentiments were I to say
that I believed them to be doing good to others from real Christian
motives.  And yet--"

"Ah, my dear nephew, I know what you would say.  I know that the world
would embrace such as these within its elastic band as among genuine
unselfish workers, though avowedly on a lower level than that adopted by
the true Christian.  But, after all, can God, the searcher of hearts,
approve of anything as being truly unselfish which does not bear the
stamp of the Cross?  And can anything of which he does not approve be a

"I suppose not," said the other reluctantly.  "Still, it is difficult
not to be dazzled by what looks like a reflection from the true Light;
and difficult, too, to detect a sham where we are willing to see a

"Very difficult," replied Colonel Dawson: "and yet the world abounds in
shams, and cant, and hypocrisy.  The world commonly lays these things at
the door of religious professors; but the truth all the while is that
the sham, and the cant, and the hypocrisy are really in those who take
or gain credit for a character--unselfishness, for example--which is
only to be found in true Christians, and hold themselves back from that
genuine devotion, and self-sacrifice, and coming out to Christ, without
which their boasted and lauded excellences are nothing better than a
delusion and an empty name."

The young man did not reply, and the subject was dropped for the
remainder of the ride home.



Mary Stansfield and Grace Willerly were sitting together, about three
weeks after the above conversation, in an arbour in the garden attached
to Lady Willerly's house.  Miss Stansfield had come to spend a day or
two by special invitation, by way of getting a little change, which she
much needed; her aunt having spared her without a murmur, and having
accepted the services of a former domestic in her place.

"How very kind of your aunt to spare you!" said Grace to her friend; "I
hardly expected it, knowing how much she depends upon you."

"Oh yes!" was the reply: "you cannot tell, dear Grace, what a wonderful
change has come over my dear aunt.  And it is all owing, under God, to
the loving faithfulness of our kind friend Colonel Dawson.  I scarcely
ever get a harsh word or a hard look now; and when I do, my aunt at once
calls me to her, and asks me to forgive her.  Oh, is it not wonderful?
I am sure I blush with shame to think how little I deserve it."

"Yes, it is very wonderful, dear Mary.  Certainly our new neighbour is a
most earnest and useful man; and he has shown his discernment, too, in
getting hold of yourself to work for him in Bridgepath.  But I am afraid
you will find it very up-hill work; you'll want the strength of a horse,
the patience of Job, and the zeal of an apostle in such a place as

"Certainly, I shall want the grace of an apostle," said the other
quietly; "but the work is very delightful, and is more than repaying me
already for any little trouble or self-denial it may cost me."

"It is very good of you to say so, Mary; I am afraid the work wouldn't
suit me.  I don't mind making sacrifices--indeed, I think I can truly
say it is one of my chief pleasures to make them; but there must be
something very depressing in the jog-trot sort of work you are called on
to do.  I don't mind anything, so long as it has a little bit of dash in
it; but I am afraid I should soon grow weary of a regular grind like

"Oh, but you are quite mistaken about my work at Bridgepath," said the
other, laughing.  "There is nothing dull or monotonous about it; and it
is such a happiness to see the light of God's truth beginning to dawn on
dark and troubled hearts.  And there is one particularly interesting
family--I mean John Price's.  You have heard, I dare say, that he was
steward to the squire, and that he lost almost everything by his poor
master's extravagance.  Poor man, he is bed-ridden now, and I fear had
little comfort even from his Bible, for he seemed to have learned little
from it but patience.  But, oh!  How he has brightened up, and his wife
and daughter, too, now that they have been led to see that it is their
privilege to work and suffer _from_ salvation instead of _for_

"I don't understand you," interrupted Miss Willerly.

"Don't you?  Oh, it makes all the difference.  Poor John Price has been
reading his Bible, and bearing his troubles patiently, in the hope that
at the end he may be accepted and saved through his Saviour's merits.
That is what I mean by working _for_ salvation."

"And what else, dear Mary, would you have him do?"

"O Grace!  This is poor work indeed, working in view of a merely
possible salvation.  No!  What he has learned now is to see that his
Saviour, in whom he humbly and truly believes, has given him a present
salvation; so that he, and his wife and daughter too, can now say, `We
love him, because he first loved us.'  And so they work and suffer
cheerfully, and even thankfully, from love to that Saviour who has
already received them as his own.  This is what I mean by working _from_
salvation.  Surely we shall work more heartily for one of whom we know
that he _has_ saved us, than for one of whom we know only that he has
saved others, and may perhaps save us also in the end."

"I see what you mean, dear Mary, but I never saw it so before.  Such a
view of God's love to us personally must take the selfishness out of our
good works, because what we do will be done just simply from love to
Christ.  It is a beautiful way of looking at God's dealings with us."

"Yes, Grace; and as true and scriptural as it is beautiful.  It is just
what God sees that we need, and furnishes us with the most constraining
motive to serve him, and to deny self in his service."

"I see it," said Miss Willerly sadly and thoughtfully, after a pause.
"I very much fear, dear Mary, that I have been greatly deceiving myself.
I have been just simply building up a monument to my own honour and
glory out of my heap of little daily crosses."

"Nay, dear Grace, you are dealing too severely with yourself."

"No, I think not.  At any rate, I am sadly aware that not the love of
Christ, but the love of human applause, has been the constraining motive
in my acts of self-denial.  I have made such a parade of my willingness
to thwart my own will that I might please others, so that while I should
have been startled to see a full-grown trumpeter at my side proclaiming
my unselfishness, I have all the while been keeping in my service a
little dwarf page, who has been sounding out my praises on his shrill

"You judge yourself hardly, dear Grace; and yet, no doubt, self does
enter largely even into our unselfishness.  I am sure I have felt it,
oh, how deeply!  And specially just lately, since I have undertaken this
work at Bridgepath."

"You, dear Mary!"

"Yes, indeed.  And I see now how wisely our heavenly Father ordered his
discipline in my case.  There was indeed a `needs-be' in my dear aunt's
former harshness and irritability to me; but for that, and for her
disparaging remarks on my conduct, I might have been more self-seeking
than I am.  But the discipline has been changed now, and I trust that
the chastisement has not been wholly in vain.  What we all want, I am
sure, if we are to be true workers for God, is to lift our eyes from
self, and keep them steadily fixed on Him who has done so much for us."

"I am sure you are right," said the other.  "I know I wish to do right,
and I feel a pleasure in crossing my own inclination when it will
gratify others; but then my inmost look has been to the world and its
approbation.  `What will people say?  What will people think?' or, at
any rate, `What will good people say and think?' this has been the
prominent thought in my heart, I fear."

"Well, dear Grace, I suppose this is so, more or less, with us all.
What we want, I think, and comparatively seldom find in these showy and
surface days, is a high sense of duty, so that we just act as duty
calls, let the world, or good people even, judge of us or speak of us as
they please."

"And yet, dear Mary, I think I see a little crevice through which self
may creep in even there.  I have met some of your `duty' people who have
flung themselves so violently against the prejudices of society, or, at
any rate, of good people, crying out all the time, `Duty, duty!  It
don't matter to us what the world thinks,' that they have given great
offence where they might have avoided giving any, and have set up
people's backs against what is good and true."

"I dare say you have met such, dear Grace, and I think you may be
talking to one of the class now," said Miss Stansfield, laughing; "at
least, my character and principles would naturally lead me in that
direction, for, of course, we are all disposed to carry out our own
views to an extreme, if we do not let common sense, enlightened by
grace, preserve a proper balance.  But, spite of this, I still feel that
a high sense of duty in those who love our Saviour is the surest
preservative against being carried away by a subtle selfishness, and is
the making of the finest and most truly self-denying characters.  If I
am manifestly in the path of duty, what matters it what is said of me,
or who says it?  I may then go forward, not, indeed, arrogantly or
defiantly--that would be unlike the great Master--but yet firmly and
confidently, and God will set me right with the world and with his
people in his own good time."

"Ah!  I believe you are right," said her friend, with a sigh.  "I wish
there were more of such true unselfishness amongst us; I wish I were
such a character myself."

"And so you are, dear Grace, in the main.  No one can possibly doubt
your genuineness and sincerity.  You have only just to step up on to the
higher platform, and, as your heart's gaze becomes more fixed on a
Saviour known and loved, you will cease to think about how your self-
denial looks in the eyes of others, and will feel the cross which you
carry after Christ in the path of duty to be easy and his burden light."

"I shall not forget our conversation on this subject," said Miss
Willerly with tears in her eyes.  "I always thought that I hated
selfishness, but now I see that I have been blinded to my own.  I
suppose it is very difficult for us to see it in ourselves as it really
is, especially in these days when there are so many attractive forms of
self-denial.  It occurred to me the other day what an odd thing it would
be to see how a number of utterly selfish people would get on if thrown
together for some weeks, with not a single unselfish person amongst
them, and unable to get rid of one another's company.  I feel sure the
result would teach an admirable lesson on the misery of a thoroughly
selfish disposition."

"I think so too, Grace," said her companion, much amused.  "What do you
say to putting a story or allegory together on the subject."

"Capital!" cried Miss Willerly; "it will be something quite in my line I
will set about it at once.  I shall be able to give myself some very
seasonable raps on the knuckles as I go on, and perhaps I may be of use
to some of my acquaintance, who might be induced to look through my
performance in a friendly way."

"You must let me be the first to see it," said her friend.

"Oh, certainly; and you must give me your free and candid criticisms."

"Yes, I will do so; and I don't doubt I shall find profit in the reading
of it, and a little bit of myself in more than one of your characters."

A fortnight after this conversation Miss Stansfield received from her
friend the promised story, which we give in the following chapter.



A certain Eastern despot, whose attention had been painfully drawn to
the odious character of selfishness, by finding it exhibited in a very
marked manner towards himself by some who had, in looking after their
own interests, ventured to thwart the royal will, was resolved to get
rid of all the most selfish people out of his capital.  To that end he
made proclamation that on a certain day he would give a grand banquet to
all the _un_selfish people in the metropolis, nothing being needed for
admittance to the feast but the personal application of any one laying
claim to unselfishness to the lord chancellor for a ticket.

The king took this course under the firm conviction that all the most
selfish people, being utterly blinded by self-esteem to their own
failing, would be the very persons most ready to claim admittance to the
banquet; and in this expectation he was not disappointed.  But he was a
little staggered to find that about a thousand persons, of both sexes
and of nearly all ages, applied at the office for tickets of admission
and many of them such as had not made their appearance in public for
many long years past.  Thus, when the feast-day came, bed-ridden men and
women arrived at the palace dressed out in silks and satins; gouty men
hobbled in without their crutches; and multitudes who had long been
incapacitated from doing anything but try the patience of their friends
and indulge their own whims, made no difficulty of appearing among the
guests.  And it was strange, too, to see at the king's table delicate
ladies and chronic invalids, who were never met with at places of
worship or benevolent meetings, because the cold or the heat, or their
nerves or their lungs made it a duty for them to be keepers at home.
There were also present about two hundred spoilt children, whose mothers
considered them to be "dear unselfish little darlings," and about an
equal number of young ladies and young gentlemen, whose chief delight
had consisted in spending their fathers' money, and studying their own
sweet persons in the looking-glass.

Of course, the company behaved with due decorum at the banquet,
especially as the king did them the honour of sitting down to table with
them, the only exception being on the part of the spoilt children, whom
not even the presence of royalty itself could restrain from personal
encounters over the more attractive-looking dishes.

The banquet over, the king rose and thus addressed his astonished

"I have ascertained from my lord chancellor, whose secretary took down
the names and addresses of you all when you applied for your tickets,
that he has made careful inquiry into your several characters, and finds
that you all belong to a class of persons who greatly trouble our city.
You have accepted my invitation professedly as unselfish people, but
your estimate of yourselves is the very reverse of that which is held by
those who know you best.  I have therefore resolved, for the good of the
community generally, to transport the whole of you, for a period of six
months, to the uninhabited island of Comoro, situate in the midst of the
great lake, where you will find ample means for living in health, peace,
and comfort, provided you are all and each willing to lay aside your
selfishness, and to find your happiness in living for the good of
others.  And I trust that at the end of the six months, when steamers
shall call for you at Comoro, you may all be spared to return to your
homes improved in character, more useful members of society, and more
fitted to contribute to the real prosperity of this kingdom."

Without waiting for a reply, which was not indeed attempted by any of
the guests--for they remained for some moments speechless with
amazement--the king retired from the banqueting hall; and the lord
chancellor, motioning with his hand for attention, proceeded to state
that each of the guests would be expected to be at the station on a day
and at an hour specified on a ticket which each would receive; and that
every one would be allowed to take with him or her a reasonable but
limited amount of personal luggage, but no furniture or heavy and bulky
articles.  Steamers would be in readiness, at the Lakeside Terminus, to
convey the passengers and their goods to the island; and, as no one
would be permitted to decline the journey--for all knew that the king's
will was law--the guests would best consult their own interests and
comfort by preparing for the removal with as little delay as possible.

Having made this statement, the lord chancellor withdrew, leaving the
company staring one at another in blank dismay.  What was to be done?
Nothing but to make the best of it; as for resistance, all knew that it
would be useless, and remonstrance equally so.  Even the infirm and
sickly could hope for no exemption; for as their maladies had not
hindered their attendance at the banquet, these could not be now
admitted as a plea for excusing them from the removal.  Many, indeed, of
the young people were highly delighted with the prospect before them,
especially the children, who were anxious to be off for Comoro there and
then.  As for their elders, they retired from the palace with varied
feelings; some indignant, some conscience-stricken, and most prepared to
lay the blame on some one or more of their neighbours.  Indeed, two old
gentlemen, who had been lodgers on different floors in the same house
for years, but, in consequence of an old quarrel, had never spoken to
one another for the greater part of that time, now blocked up one of the
exits from the palace, as they stood face to face, furiously charging
each other with being the guilty cause of the terrible calamity which
had now fallen on themselves and on so many of their fellow-citizens.

And now the day of departure had arrived, and the trains for the lake
were duly filled with passengers; not, however, till many heartrending
scenes had occurred in connection with the luggage.  Two young ladies,
bosom friends, having hired a van to convey their joint wardrobe and
other ornamental effects to the station, were informed, to their tearful
despair, that only about one-tenth of the goods could be conveyed to the
island.  Similarly, three or four fast young men entered the train in a
state of desperation bordering on collapse, because the officials had
peremptorily turned back a stud of hunters and half-a-dozen sporting
dogs.  But the most exciting scene of all occurred in the case of an old
maiden lady, who, having brought a cart-load of personal necessaries and
comforts, which were positively essential to her continued existence,
and having been firmly refused the transmission of the greater part of
them, declared with the utmost positiveness that the lord chancellor had
himself expressly informed all the guests at the banquet that each was
at liberty to take an unlimited quantity of goods; nor could any
explanation convince her of her mistake.  Let them say what they
pleased, she had heard the word _un_limited with her own ears: and
hearing was believing.  The last case which caused any serious
difficulty, and which really excited the pity of the porters, was that
of an elderly gentleman unfortunate enough to be troubled with a liver,
who changed various colours when informed that he must leave behind him
an iron-bound box containing some four or five hundredweight of patent
and other medicines.

At length, all the trains having reached the Lakeside Terminus, the
entire party of temporary exiles were duly and speedily conveyed in
steamers to the island of Comoro, where they were put on shore with
their goods.

The climate of the island was delightful, and subject to but few
variations, so that nothing was to be feared by the new-comers from
inclemency of weather.  Care had been also taken by the lord chancellor,
to whom the carrying out of the details had been committed, that a
sufficient number of tents should be ready for the use of those who
chose to avail themselves of them, while building materials and tools
had been duly provided, as well as an ample store of provisions.

When the last steamer had discharged its passengers and cargo,
proclamation was made by a herald that a commissioner from the king
would visit Comoro once a month, to hear any complaints and record any
misconduct; and that those who should be found guilty of any grave
offence would receive condign punishment at the close of the term of

The community was then left to follow its own devices.  And what would
these be?  Of course the obvious thing was for each to look after
"number one;" but he soon became painfully conscious that he could not
do this without the help of "number two," and that to obtain this help
he must be willing to do his own part.  One gentleman, indeed,
apparently entirely unconscious of any other duty than that of taking
care of himself, set to work at once to make himself as comfortable as
circumstances would permit.  Having selected the most roomy and
convenient tent he could find, he removed his most easily portable
possessions into it, and proceeded to regale himself on some cold
provisions which he had brought with him.  After these were finished, he
rang violently several times a hand-bell which he had brought with him,
expecting that his valet would at once answer the summons; but he soon
found that he could not calculate on his servant's attendance in Comoro.
It was true that the man had come on the same steamer as his master,
having been one of the guests at the royal banquet; but he had no
thought now of looking after any one but himself, and was, when his
master rang for him, busily engaged in a drinking-bout with a few like-
minded companions.

And what could the females do?  The spoilt children had, of course,
their mothers with them--for none but selfish mothers would spoil their
children--and these mothers with their little ones were preparing to
form themselves into a distinct community; but such a frightful
contention and uproar arose amongst the children themselves, that before
nightfall their parents had to abandon their original idea and seek
separate homes among their neighbours.  As for the young ladies, they
soon managed to enlist the services of the female domestics who had come
to the island, and then placed themselves under the protection of two
elderly maiden sisters, on the express understanding that their
guardians were to be handsomely remunerated for looking after them.

The young gentlemen, having no intention to exert themselves
unnecessarily, lounged about with cigars in their mouths, and voted the
whole thing "a bore;" while several of the elders of both sexes,
suppressing for the time the exhibition of their specialities of
selfishness, indulged in a prolonged chorus of grumbling and mutual
condolence.  But, in one way or other, all had been fed and housed
before midnight, and sleep buried for a while in forgetfulness the
troubles of the bewildered settlers on Comoro.

We pass over the first month, and how does the commissioner, on his
arrival at the island, find the exiles bearing their lot?  Proclamation
was at once made that those who had anything to complain of should meet
him in a spacious marquee which he had caused to be set up on a large
open piece of ground near the shore, immediately on his arrival.  He was
rather dismayed, however, when he found the place of hearing crowded
without a moment's delay by nine-tenths of the islanders, while many
were clamouring outside because unable to obtain admission.  After a few
moments' consideration, he ordered his officers to clear the marquee,
and then to admit a hundred of the more elderly of each sex.  This was
done with some considerable difficulty, and the commissioner then
addressed himself to a crabbed-looking old gentleman, who had elbowed
his way to the front with a vigour hardly to have been looked for in one
of his years and apparent infirmities.

"May I request, sir, to be informed what it is you have to complain of?"
asked the commissioner.

"I complain of everything and everybody," was the reply.

"Is that _all_ you have to complain of?" the commissioner then asked.
Before the old gentleman could frame an answer to this second question,
the judge, having paused to give a few moments for reply, exclaimed,
"Officer, dismiss this complainant;" and the old man was forthwith
removed from the tent in a state of boiling indignation.

"And now, madam," continued the commissioner, addressing a middle-aged
lady of dignified mien and commanding stature, "may I ask what is your

"I complain, sir," replied the lady sternly, "of general neglect and

"Excuse me, madam," was the judge's reply, "but I can see no evidence of
this in your personal appearance.  So far from it, that, having met you
not unfrequently in the streets of our city, I am constrained to
congratulate you on the manifest improvement in health which you have
gained from a month's residence in this delightful climate.--Officer,
conduct this lady with all due ceremony to the outside of our court."

"And you, sir," speaking to a gentleman of very severe countenance, who
had been used at home to "show his slaves how choleric he was, and make
his bondmen tremble,"--"let me hear what charge you have to allege."

"Charge, Mr Commissioner!  Charge enough, I'm sure!  Why, I can't get
any one to mind a word that I say."

"Then, I am sure, sir, the fault must be wholly or for the most part
your own.--Officer, remove him."

"Has no one anything more definite to complain of?" he again asked,
looking round the assembly, which by this time had begun to thin, as it
became obvious to all present that no attention would be given to mere
vague grumblings.

"I'm sure it's very hard," sighed a knot of young ladies, who had
listened from the outside to what had been going on, and were afraid to
speak out more plainly.  "We shall be moped to death if we're kept here
any longer," muttered one or two fast young men, shrugging their
shoulders.  But to these remarks the commissioner turned a deaf ear; and
no one coming forward to lodge any distinct charge against another, the
court broke up, and the commissioner proceeded to make a tour of
inspection among the islanders.

He found, as he had indeed expected to find, that the necessity for
exertion, and the peculiarity of the circumstances in which they were
now placed, had already got rid of a good deal of the selfishness which
had only formed a sort of crust over the characters of many who, in the
main, were not without kind and generous feelings; so that the looking
after the due supply of provisions, and the cooking of them and serving
them to the different families, had been cheerfully undertaken by a duly
organised body of young and middle-aged workers of both sexes,--the
result of which was, not only an improvement in character in the workers
themselves, but also a drawing forth of expressions of gratitude from
some who formerly took all attentions as a right, but now had been made
to feel their dependence on their fellows.  And it was pleasant to see
how cordially working men and women were united in striving for the good
of the community in conjunction with those who had hitherto occupied a
higher social position than themselves.

Some, indeed, of the lower orders, whose tastes had been of an utterly
low and degraded cast, had been summarily ejected from the island after
they had more than once endangered the lives and stores of the islanders
in their brutal drunken sprees.  They had talked big, indeed, and made
at first a show of resistance; but the general body of the exiles had
authorised a powerful force of young and middle-aged men to take them
into custody, and convey them on a raft, constructed for the purpose, to
an island some ten miles distant.  Here the rioters were left with a
sufficient supply of provisions; a warning being given them that, should
they attempt to return to Comoro, they would be put in irons, and kept
in custody till they could be brought up before the commissioner.  The
island being thus happily rid of this disturbing element, there was, at
any rate, outward peace among the inhabitants of Comoro, though, of
course, there was yet abundance of discontent and bitterness beneath the
surface in the hearts of many.

As the commissioner was making his way to the shore preparatory to his
return to the mainland, he passed a tent from which there issued such
deep-fetched sighs that, having obtained permission to enter, he
inquired of the inmate the cause of so much trouble.

"Ah, sir!" replied the poor sufferer, who was a man some sixty years of
age, with grey hair, and a countenance whose expression was one of
mingled shrewdness, discontent, and ill-temper, "our sovereign little
knows the cruelty he has been guilty of in sending me all alone to a
place like this."

"How alone, my friend?" asked the other; "you have plenty of companions
within reach."

"Why, sir," was the poor man's reply, "I have been torn from the best
and most loving of wives--I who am so entirely dependent on her for my
happiness--I who love her so tenderly;--alas!  Wretched man that I am,
what shall I do?"

"Do you know this gentleman?" said the commissioner, turning to his
secretary, who had accompanied him into the tent.

"I know him well, your excellency," was the reply; "and a more selfish
man does not exist.  He tells the truth, however, when he says that he
is entirely dependent on his wife for his happiness; but it was
impossible for her to accompany him hither, as she is the most unselfish
of women.  On her he has ever made it a practice to vent his chief
spleen and bitterness, exacting from her at the same time perpetual
service, and rarely repaying her with anything but sneers and insults,
holding her up even to the scorn and ridicule of his acquaintance."

As the secretary uttered these words, a burning blush covered the face
of the unhappy man, who ceased his sighs and bent his head upon his

"My friend," said the commissioner gently, "I am truly sorry for you;
but I am in hopes that your solitude will work for your good.  Think
over the past with contrition, and be up and joining in some useful work
for the good of others; and when you return home, treat your injured,
long-suffering, and admirable wife as a human being, a lady, a
companion, a friend, an equal, and not, as you have hitherto done, like
a slave or a brute beast."

There was no reply, and the commissioner hastened to the shore.  He was
about to step into the boat that was to convey him to the steamer, when
a young man of dandified appearance and affected manner requested to
know whether he could have one moment's private interview with the
commissioner before his departure.

"Well, sir," said the other, somewhat impatiently, "you must be brief,
for I am anxious to lose no time, as business matters at home are

"Sir," said the young man, dropping, at the same time, his affected
drawl, "my case is a hard one, and I would ask if you could not grant me
a passage home in the vessel by which you are returning."

"On what grounds?" asked the commissioner.

"Why, sir, I have an old mother and a sister, both in infirm health, who
can hardly get on without me; and it is only just that I should be
allowed to return, as my mother, who is a widow, has no other son."

"Do you know this young man?" inquired the commissioner, turning to his

"Far too well, your excellency; he is the clog of his home, the
laughing-stock of his companions behind his back, and is despised by all
wise and sensible people.  He has had situation after situation offered
him, in which he could have earned an honest and respectable livelihood,
but he has declined one after another as not to his taste.  He is far
too much of a gentleman, in his own estimation, to enter upon any work
that will involve any steady exertion; but he does not scruple to sponge
upon his poor mother, to whose support he contributes nothing, and who
has barely enough to meet her own needs, while he borrows--that is,
appropriates--the savings of his delicate sister, who, though in feeble
health, has undertaken tuition, because this brother of hers is too fine
a gentleman to live in anything but idleness, and spends those hard-
earned savings of hers as pocket-money on his own elegant pleasures and

"Contemptible wretch!" exclaimed the commissioner with flashing eyes;
"stay where you are, and learn, if it is possible, by the end of these
six months, to see that you have a duty to others as well as to your own
despicable self."

Amazed at this exposure and reply, the young man dropped his eye-glass
from his eye, and his cigar from his mouth, and stood staring in
bewilderment at the commissioner as he sprang into the boat and made for
the steamer which was to convey him home.

Only one other incident worth recording happened during the
commissioner's subsequent visits; for the discipline involved in their
banishment had produced the good result of making the various exiles
feel the necessity of bearing and forbearing, giving and taking, and of
each doing his and her part in contributing to the comfort and happiness
of the whole.  The incident referred to happened during the
commissioner's third monthly visit.

Soon after his arrival he received a respectful note from the secretary
of a Ladies' Working Committee, requesting him to receive a deputation
from their society at the place of audience.  This request having been
graciously acceded to, and the deputation received by his excellency in
due form, the spokeswoman of the party, a young lady in spectacles,
expressed the conviction, on behalf of herself and companions, that a
sad but no doubt unintentional mistake had been made by his majesty in
including themselves in the party sent to Comoro.  They were associated,
and had been so for years past, as workers together for many benevolent
objects and therefore this sending of them to the "Selfish Island" was a
double wrong; for it not only threw a slur on their society, whose
members were banded together for the purpose of working for the good of
others, but it also deprived many suffering ones at home of the help and
comfort they had been used to derive from the united and self-denying
efforts of these their true and loving friends.

The commissioner having listened with due politeness and attention to
this address, assured the deputation that the king would be sorry to
have done them any wrong, should such prove to have been the case, and
that he would duly report the matter to his majesty.  He could not,
however, release them on the present occasion; but he hoped, after
having made full inquiry into the case on his return, that he should be
able to bring them, on his next monthly visit, the welcome permission to
leave the island.

Having returned to Comoro in due time, his first care was to request the
Ladies' Working Committee to meet him again by deputation.  This was
accordingly done, and the commissioner addressed them as follows:--

"I exceedingly regret, ladies, that I cannot promise you any shortening
of your time of banishment.  His majesty has received your complaint,
and has caused due investigation to be made; and the result of that
investigation has not led him to make any relaxation in your case.  For
it has been clearly ascertained that the good works and charitable deeds
of which you informed me on my last visit, consisted in your attending
to work to which you were not called, to the neglect of duties which
plainly belonged to you; and that for any seeming sacrifice you made in
the bestowal of your time and labour, you more than repaid yourselves in
the applause which you managed to obtain from a troop of ignorant or
interested admirers.  It would, in fact, appear that your benevolence
and labour for others involved no real self-denial in it, but was only,
after all, another but less obvious form of selfishness.  His majesty
admires and respects nothing more than genuine co-operation in working
for the benefit of the suffering and the needy; but in your case this
stamp of genuineness is found to be wanting.  We trust, however, that
your present work may prove to be of a better character, and that at the
expiry of your exile you will return home prepared to do good from truly
pure and unselfish motives."

Murmurs followed, as they had accompanied, this speech, but the
commissioner was inexorable.

And now at last the six months had come to an end, and the exiles of
Comoro flocked to the steamers which were to convey them back to the
mainland.  The discipline had been with most very salutary.  Roughing it
for the first time in their lives had been the means with many of
smoothing out the wrinkles of grosser selfishness from their characters.
Others had learned to look at things through their neighbours' eyes,
and thus had come to think less about themselves and about consulting
their own pleasure merely.  Some also who had moved up and down in a
groove all their previous lives, and had made all about them miserable
or uncomfortable by their unbending and ungracious habits, had learned
the wisdom, and happiness, too, of bending aside a little from the path
of their own prejudices to accommodate a neighbour.  Many likewise,
having been forced to do things of which, on their first landing on
Comoro, they had loudly proclaimed themselves physically incapable, now
found, to no one's surprise so much as their own, that their former
impossibilities could henceforth be performed by themselves with ease.
While a few, who had been in the habit of glorying in unselfishness as
their strong point, had come to detect their own weakness when they got
little or no credit from their neighbours for their ambitious acts of
self-denial.  And one thing was specially worthy of remark,--so far from
suffering in health, everyone returned home greatly improved in looks
and vigour by this compulsory stay in the clear and bracing atmosphere
of Comoro.  As for the hypochondriacal gentleman, who had felt so keenly
the refusal to be allowed to take his packing-case of medicines with
him, he had returned in such a state of spirits that he at once sold his
extensive stock of drugs by auction, and gave the money to an hospital
for incurables.  And, indeed, so great was the gain to the metropolis,
in the first place by the absence of the exiles, and afterwards by their
altered character, for the most part, on their return to their homes,
that the king, when talking over the matter with the commissioner,--whom
he had selected for the post as, by general acknowledgment, the most
upright, downright, straightforward, honest-minded man in his kingdom,--
declared that he should like to try the atmosphere of Comoro himself
some day, as it was proved to be so healthy and improving.

"I most heartily advise your majesty to do so," said the commissioner,
somewhat bluntly; "and if your majesty will only take the entire cabinet
with you, I have little doubt but that the benefit to yourself and your
ministers will be most heartily acknowledged and thoroughly appreciated
by your subjects on your majesty's auspicious return."



Mary Stansfield pursued her quiet work at Bridgepath amongst the poor,
being welcomed by all, but by none so cordially as by John Price and his
family, who seemed quite different people now from what they used to be.
And why?  Just because they had exchanged resignation for God's peace.
Their characters and conduct were outwardly the same; but there was a
new light in them and reflected from them, even the light that shines in
hearts where Jesus dwells as a Saviour known and loved, a light which
brightens the heavy clouds of earthly sadness and spans them with a
rainbow of immortal hope.  And not only so, but, in consequence of the
entrance of this purer light, a change for the better was taking place
in the bodily health of the poor bed-ridden man--for a wounded spirit
had had a good deal to do with his physical infirmities--so that there
seemed a likelihood that he would be able in time to leave his sick-bed
and go forth once more, not indeed to laborious work, but to fill some
light post which the colonel had in store for him.

It was on a lovely afternoon that he was sitting up in his arm-chair,
dressed in clothes which he had never thought to put on again.  He was
listening to the gentle but earnest voice of Mary Stansfield, as she
read to him from the Word of God, and spoke a few loving and cheering
words of her own upon the passage she had selected.  A shadow fell
across her book; she looked up.  The colonel and his nephew stood in the
open doorway.

"Don't let us interrupt you, Miss Stansfield," said the former; "I was
only looking round with my nephew, who has not been here before, to see
how things are going on in Bridgepath.  We will call again!"

They passed on, and Miss Stansfield resumed her reading.  But somehow or
other John Price's attention seemed to wander--he looked disturbed, and
fidgeted in his chair; and so his visitor, thinking that he had been
read to as long as he could hear with comfort and profit in his weak
state, closed the book, and rose to leave.

"Oh, don't go, miss!" cried the old man in a distressed voice.  "I'm so
sorry; but something as I can't exactly explain just took away my
thoughts and troubled me when the colonel came to the door.  But go on,
go on, miss; I'm never tired of hearing the good news from your lips."

"No, John," replied Miss Stansfield; "I think we shall do for to-day.
You are not strong enough yet to bear much strain of mind or body; and
Colonel Dawson will be coming in directly, and will like to have a word
with you, and so, I am sure, will Mr Horace; so I will say good-bye."

The other looked scared and bewildered, and made no reply.  "Poor John!"
said his kind visitor to herself, as she left the cottage and went on
her way; "I am afraid I have tired him.  And yet I think there must be
something more than that which troubles him."

A few minutes later the colonel and his nephew entered John Price's
house.  "Come in, Horace," said Colonel Dawson; "you have not yet been
introduced to one who will, I hope, be spared to be a great helper in
the good work in Bridgepath, though he does not look much like a worker
at present.  But the Lord has been doing great things for him already,
and, I doubt not, means to do greater things for him yet."

The young man stepped forward up to the old man's chair, and held out
his hand to him.  John Price grasped it eagerly with both his own thin,
wasted hands, and looking at him with a half-astonished, half-distressed
gaze, said abruptly, in a hoarse, choking voice, "What's your name?"

"My name?" said the young man, smiling at his earnestness.  "My name,
old friend, is Horace Jackson."

"Horace--Horace!" muttered the other in a tone of great excitement; "it
must be--nay, it cannot be--and yet it must be.  Are you sure, sir, your
name's Jackson?"

The young man, surprised at such a question, was about to reply, when
the colonel, coming forward, stooped over the old man and whispered a
few words in his ear.  The poor invalid immediately sank back in his
chair, and covered his eyes with his hand for a moment; then he sat up
again, and took part in the conversation, but in a dreamy sort of way,
keeping his face steadily turned away from his younger visitor.  But as
the colonel and his nephew were leaving the cottage, he fixed upon the
latter a look so full of anxiety and interest, that it was quite clear
that Horace Jackson had opened unwittingly a deep spring of feeling in
John Price's heart, which the old man found it almost impossible to
repress.  As his visitors retired, Colonel Dawson, looking back, put his
finger on his lips, to which sign John Price slowly bent his head.

In a few minutes the colonel returned alone.  "I have left my nephew at
the school," he said, "to give the children a questioning on what they
have been lately learning; and now, John, I shall be able to clear up
your doubts and fears, and to set your mind at rest on a subject which I
see affects you deeply."  A long and interesting communication was then
made by the colonel to his humble friend, at the close of which the
invalid seemed as if he could have sprung out of his chair for very
gladness, while the tears poured from his eyes, and his lips murmured
words of thankfulness.

As Colonel Dawson was leaving, he turned and said with a smile,
"Remember, John, not a word to any one at present--not till I give you

"All right, sir; you may depend upon me.  The Lord be praised!" was the
reply; and as the old man said the words, every wrinkle in his careworn
face seemed running over with light.  But for the present Horace Jackson
did not call at his cottage again, though he now and then appeared in
the village, and was to be seen on more than one occasion accompanying
Miss Stansfield on her return from Bridgepath.

And now it began to be rumoured about in the neighbourhood that an
attachment was springing up between the colonel's nephew and Mary
Stansfield; and all true-hearted people rejoiced, knowing what a
blessing the union of two such earnest workers would prove, as, of
course, they would one day, if spared, succeed to the Riverton estate.
The world, however, was both surprised and disgusted, having hoped
"better things" of the young man.  As for the Wilders, they were full of
dark and bitter sayings on the subject--the younger Mr Wilder
especially, who was never tired of remarking to his acquaintance, when
the subject was broached, that "Miss Stansfield had contrived to play
her cards well."  This observation was not lost on the busy-bodies and
scandal-mongers who abounded in Franchope, as they do in most country-
towns, where there is not so much of active business stirring as will
furnish sufficient material for gossip to those who love to act as
unpaid news-agents in publishing their neighbours' real or supposed more
private doings from house to house.

There happened to live at the outskirts of the little town an elderly
lady possessed of singular activity in all her members, especially that
most unruly one, the tongue.  Give her a little bit of local news or a
hard saying to report, and she would never rest till she had distributed
the information throughout her entire acquaintance, with a little
garnish of her own to the savoury dish, according to the taste or
appetite of her hearers.  Loved by none, feared by all, her calls were
received with apparent cordiality, partly from a natural relish in many
for questionable news, and partly from a desire to stand well with one
who had the reputations of her neighbours and associates more or less in
her power.  Young Wilder's remark on Miss Stansfield's engagement was a
choice morsel of scandal to old Mrs Tinderley, and was duly reported in
every house to which she had access.  But that was not all.  Meeting
Mary Stansfield herself one day near her aunt's house, Mrs Tinderley
grasped her warmly by the hand--though hitherto they had never done more
than just exchange civil greetings by word of mouth--and congratulated
her upon her happy prospects.  Miss Stansfield, who knew the old lady's
character well, was about to pass on, after a word or two of civil
acknowledgment, but the other would not let her part from her so

"My dear," she exclaimed in an earnest half-whisper, "isn't it really
shameful that people should say the ill-natured things they do, calling
you a hypocrite, and selfish of all things in the world?  And young Mr
Wilder too--to think of his saying that `you've played your cards well.'
Really, it's too bad.  But, my dear Miss Stansfield, if I were you I
wouldn't mind it."

The old lady paused, expecting to see a blush of vexation and annoyance
on her young companion's face; but she was disappointed.

"Thank you, Mrs Tinderley," replied Mary Stansfield.  "I suppose you
mean well by repeating to me these foolish remarks.  I can assure you
that I do _not_ mind them, as my conscience quite acquits me in the
matter, and my happiness in no degree depends on the judgment of those
who have made or reported them."

So saying, she went quietly on her way, leaving poor Mrs Tinderley in a
state of utter bewilderment.

To Colonel Dawson the attachment, which was soon avowed on his nephew's
part, was a matter of the sincerest satisfaction; as it was also to the
elder Miss Stansfield, who had learned to take great pleasure in the
society of Horace Jackson, and to see in him those excellences of a true
Christian character which would make him a suitable husband to her
invaluable niece.  She was pained, however, at the hard things which had
been said on the subject, as reported to her by an acquaintance of Mrs
Tinderley's, and spoke to the colonel on the subject.

"I am sure, Colonel Dawson," she said, "dear Mary is without blame in
this matter.  The idea of _her_ acting selfishly or `playing her cards,'
such a thing is altogether preposterous.  I cannot imagine how people
can be so wicked as to make such cruel and unjust remarks."

"Ah, my dear friend," replied the colonel, smiling, "let it pass, the
world will have its say.  I am sure your dear niece will have no wish,
as I know she has no need, to vindicate her character from such
aspersions.  She has just gone straight forward in the path of duty, and
has met Horace while in that path; and to my mind there would be
somewhat of selfishness, or, at any rate, of undue self-consciousness,
on her part were she to trouble herself, or to allow her friends to
trouble themselves, to defend her conduct in this matter.  We are, of
course, as Christians, to abstain from all appearance of evil, and to
give no handle to the enemies of the truth against us or our profession;
but it does not, therefore, follow that we are to decline a path which
plainly opens before us in God's providence, just because that path may
be a smooth one, or may lead to a position of wealth and influence.  To
choose another path which will gain us high credit for self-denial,
because we turn away from that which is naturally more attractive to
ourselves, may after all be only another though subtler form of
selfishness.  Surely the right course is just to go in honesty of
purpose unreservedly where God's hand is plainly guiding us and he will
take care both of our character and of his own cause in connection with
that character, as he orders everything else that is really essential to
the welfare and usefulness of each of his own dear children."



Horace Jackson had come to take a deep interest in the inhabitants of
Bridgepath, especially since his engagement; for Mary Stansfield's heart
was thoroughly in her work in that once benighted place, and she was
only too glad to lead one now so dear to her to concern himself in the
truest welfare of those in Bridgepath who were still living without
thought of any world but this.

Things had indeed greatly improved through the diligent and loving
exertions of the excellent schoolmaster, who was evidently determined to
tread down all opposition that came in his way by the firm and weighty,
though gentle, steps of a steady and consistent Christian walk.  His
task, it is true, was no easy one, for parents and scholars seemed for a
time to be in league against all endeavours on his part to remove
existing abuses.  It was all very right, they allowed, that he should
teach the children head-knowledge--this they were content to put up
with; but as for his influencing the heart, or inducing them to change
their conduct, and thereby to give up the pleasures of sin in which they
had so long delighted, this was not to be tolerated; they were
determined not to submit to it.  And so the boys, when they could no
longer carry on their encounters and settle their differences with the
fist after school without interruption and remonstrance from the master,
revenged themselves for this interference with their privileges by a
thousand little sly tricks and bits of mischief at his expense, and with
the full approbation, or, at any rate, connivance, of their friends.

As for the grown-up people generally, they gave the good master and his
loving wife to understand, when they paid friendly visits to the parents
of the scholars, that the inhabitants of the hamlet could do just as
well if left to themselves; that they were too old now to go to school;
and as for the master's religious teaching, they had already quite as
much religion amongst them as was necessary for their comfort and well-
being: in fact, the schoolmaster and his wife would best consult their
own interests and the peace of the place by being keepers at home and
looking after their own household out of school hours.

Nor was this all.  The good man having, in one of his Sunday evening
addresses in the schoolroom, spoken some very plain though kindly words
against sinful courses too prevalent in Bridgepath, an assault was made
on his little garden one night during the following week, so that when
he looked over his flower-beds next morning he found them all trampled
over, his rose-trees cut down, and the flower roots torn up and thrown
about in all directions.

As he rose from the examination of what remained of a favourite tree,
his eyes encountered those of one of his most determined opponents in
the village.  The man was staring over the wall, and when his eyes met
those of the schoolmaster, he inquired with a grin how his roses were
getting on.  With a slight flush on his face, but yet with a smile on
his lips, the master replied very slowly, "I shall have to kill some of
you for this."  Before the evening this little sentence had been
reported in every house in Bridgepath.

"So you're a-going to kill some of us, master.  I thought you was one of
them peaceable Christians," sneered a man to the schoolmaster as he was
passing by the door of one of the beer-shops, before which a number of
men were assembled with their pipes and pots.  There was a general
scornful laugh at this speech.  Nothing dismayed, however, the
schoolmaster stood still, and facing his opponent, said, "Yes, I said I
would kill some of you, and I mean it; and if you will come up to the
schoolroom to-night at eight o'clock, I will tell you all how and why."

"Let's go and hear him," said one of the drinkers.  "Ay, let us," said

By eight o'clock the schoolroom was half filled with men, women, and
children.  The master was standing at his desk ready to receive them,
and when the school clock had struck the hour, began as follows:--

"Now, my friends and neighbours, I feel sure that you'll give me a quiet
hearing, as you have come that you may know why I said I must kill some
of you.  You've done me harm, some of you, but I've done you none; so
the least you can do is to listen to me patiently."

"Ay, ay," said one or two voices, and there was a hush of earnest

The master then unlocked his desk, and taking out a printed paper, read
it out clearly and with due spirit and emphasis.  It was the admirable
tract entitled "The Man who Killed his Neighbour."  When he had finished
reading there was a general murmur of satisfaction, and all were deeply
attentive as he went on to say, "Now, dear friends, that's the way I
mean to kill some of you: I mean to do it by patience, by kindness, and
by returning good for evil, as the good man in the tract did.  I'm sorry
of course, that my roses have been cut down and my flower-beds trampled
on.  But let that pass; I shan't fret over it, nor try to find out who
did it.  But I do want to get you to believe that my great desire and
aim is to do you good; and if I can manage, by God's help, to persuade
you of this, I shall have killed the enemy that is living in your hearts
against me, and we shall be happy and good friends."

No one offered any reply, and the meeting broke up; but the master had
gained his object.  Many who had been set against him were now
thoroughly ashamed of themselves; nearly every door was gladly opened to
himself and his wife; and one morning, when he came out into his garden,
he found that some unknown hands had planted new rose-trees in the place
of those which had been destroyed.  So the good man was making a way
steadily for the spread of the truth.

Nevertheless, the evil one had still many devoted followers, especially
among the tipplers.  As one of these unhappy men was one day emerging
from a beer-shop in Bridgepath, with flushed face and uncertain step, he
ran against Horace Jackson, who was just then passing through the
village.  Uttering a loud oath, the man was about to move on, when
Horace, catching him by the arm, compelled him to stand still, while he
sharply reproved him for his drunkenness and profanity.  A little
staggered and abashed, the man muttered something that sounded half like
an apology; and then, shaking himself free from Horace's grasp, pointed
with his pipe across the green, and said scoffingly, "'Tain't of no use
speaking to me.  If you wants a good hard piece to try your hand on, see
what you can do with Ruby Grigg yonder;" saying which, he plunged back
into the beer-shop.

Vexed and annoyed at this encounter, Horace was just about to hasten on,
when his eyes fell on the man to whom the poor drunkard had referred
him; and who was seated not far-off on the other side of the green, upon
the steps of a large travelling van.  The young man's heart died within
him as he gazed at the strange uncouth being to whom he was invited to
try and do some good.

Reuben Gregson, popularly known as "Ruby Grigg," was anything but a
jewel in appearance.  He wore at this time a very long coat, whose
original colour, whatever it might have been, had now faded into a
yellowish dirty brown in those parts which still remained unpatched.
Trousers just reaching a little below the knee, and repaired here and
there with remnants of staring blue cloth of various shapes and sizes,
were succeeded by yellowish grey stockings, and by shoes which, if they
ever enjoyed the luxury of blacking, must have last done so at a very
remote period.  A hat, which had once been black and of some definite
shape, but was now rimless, distorted, and of the same faded hue as the
coat, being stuck on one side, only partially covered a tangled mass of
greyish hair, which radiated wildly in every direction.  Beneath the
foremost locks were two eyeballs, the one sightless, the other black and
piercing, and ever on the move, having to do double duty.  A rough,
stubbly, and anything but cleanly beard, which was submitted to the
razor only on festal occasions, gave an additional wildness to a
countenance which was furrowed across the forehead and down either cheek
with deep lines blotched and freckled.  As for the mouth, it was a
perfect study in itself.  Usually pretty tightly closed, it displayed
when open a small remnant of teeth at irregular intervals, and now grown
old and decayed by long service.  But, whether open or shut, there was
an expression of amused consciousness and cunning about that mouth, as
though the owner were living in a chronic state of self-satisfaction at
having fairly outwitted somebody.  Such was Ruby Grigg in his personal

His caravan, also, was a very original and peculiar structure,
manifestly built more for use than ornament, and combining both shop and
dwelling.  It was formed of boards of various lengths and widths, some
painted and others bare, the business part being in front, and arched
over with a stout framework which was covered with a tight-fitting
tarpaulin; while at the back a square little house, painted uniformly a
sober green, and protected by a sloping roof of brown-coloured wood-
work, and lighted by two little windows, served as parlour, bedroom, and
kitchen to Ruby and his wife.

Mrs Gregson, or Sally Grigg as she was usually styled, was not a
noticeable person, keeping out of the way as much as possible; and
devoting her time and energies to seeing to the due feeding of her
husband, his horse and dog, and herself--these forming the entire
family, for they had no children--and also to taking care of, and
tidying up from time to time, the very miscellaneous wares which were
offered for sale in the caravan.

Ruby's affections seemed pretty equally divided between his horse, his
dog, and his wife--the two first having probably the best place in his
heart.  The horse, like its owner, had no external beauty to boast of,
and must have numbered many years since the days of its foalhood.  There
was something rather knowing about its appearance, as though it had
contracted a measure of cunning from constant companionship with its
master.  The dog, whose name was Grip, was one of those nondescript
animals which seem to have inherited a mixture of half-a-dozen different
breeds, and had a temper as uncertain as its pedigree.  While
journeying, his place was beneath the caravan, to which he was attached
by a light chain, in which position he was a terror to all who might
venture near the caravan without his master's company or permission.
When the little party rested for a day or so, Grip had his liberty;
which he occasionally abused by appropriating to himself the meals
intended for his fellow-dogs, none of whom, however superior to him in
size or strength, durst for a moment resist him.

Such were the old man and his establishment.  His business was that of a
miscellaneous salesman, the difficulty being rather to say what he did
not than what he did offer to his various customers.  The front part of
his van was hung with all sorts of hardware, inside and out; but,
besides this, there were, within, secret drawers and cupboards
containing articles which would not bear exhibition to the public--such
as smuggled goods, both wearable and drinkable, which Ruby knew how to
procure at a very low price, and could always part with confidentially
for a sum which both suited the pockets of the purchasers, and also
brought considerable profit to himself.  Among his secret wares were
also immoral songs, and impure and infidel books, for which he had many
eager buyers, especially in such places as Bridgepath.  He had his
regular rounds, and his special customers, and was in the habit of
attending all the feasts and fairs for many miles round.

It need hardly be said that poor Ruby knew nothing and cared nothing
about better things; his heart was wholly in the world, and in making
money as fast as he could, by hook or by crook,--and in this he was
succeeding.  For though the poor man and his wife were utterly godless,
and even profane, yet Ruby was no drunkard; he loved his glass, it is
true, but he loved money more, and so he always contrived to keep a
clear head and a steady eye and hand.  He also took good care of his
horse and dog for his own sake, as he wanted to make the best and the
longest of their services, and was shrewd enough to know that you cannot
get out of anything, whether animate or inanimate, more than is put into
it.  So self and wife, and horse and dog were all well fed and cared
for, and worked harmoniously together.

This was the man to whom the poor drunkard pointed his pipe and
sneeringly invited Horace Jackson to try and do him good.  The young man
shrunk at first instinctively from coming in contact with old Reuben.
Surely there was abundance of self-denying work in looking after the
inhabitants of the hamlet itself; why then need he concern himself about
a man who was only a passer through, and had no special claim on his
attention?  Half-satisfied with these thoughts, Horace Jackson was about
to proceed homewards, when it seemed to him that a voice, as it were,
said within him, "Accept the work; it may not be in vain."  Though still
reluctant, he now felt that he could no longer hang back; so he crossed
the green, and greeted the old hawker kindly.

Ruby looked up at him with a comical twinkle in his one eye, and,
knocking out the ashes from his pipe, observed, "So you be the young
gent as is turning all things topsy-turvy in this here village--you and
the colonel between you.  I've heard all about it; and a precious mess
you'll make of it, I doubt."

"My friend," said Horace, now perfectly relieved from all feeling of
disinclination to encounter the old man, "you make a little mistake
there: when we came here we _found_ things topsy-turvy already, and we
are just trying, by God's help, to set them upright and straight."

"And I suppose you think as you're going to do it," said the other

"Yes, I hope so," was the reply.  "Come, my friend, now tell me
honestly, isn't it happier for the people of this village to have a good
school and a good schoolmaster set down amongst them than to be living
as they used to do, without proper instruction for the children, and
without any knowledge of God and a better world?"

"Can't say as to that," said Ruby Grigg doubtfully, and a little
sulkily; "there's lots of people here as likes the old ways better."

"Perhaps so," said Horace; "but they may be wrong in what they like.
Now, I ask you again--tell me honestly--don't you see a change for the
better yourself in Bridgepath?"

"Well, I don't know," replied the old man, fidgeting about; "it's been a
worse change for me.  I ain't done anything like the business this time
as I use doing here, leastways in some things."

Horace had now seated himself by the old man, spite of a deep growl from
Grip, whose nearer approach was cut short by a backhanded slap from his

"Look there now, old friend," continued the young man.  At this moment
the school doors were thrown open, and out poured a stream of boys and
girls, tumbling one over another in their excitement, and singing gaily
as they began to disperse over the green.  But all suddenly stopped, for
the schoolmaster made his appearance, and all clustered round him.
School was over, and what was going to happen now?  In former days the
sight of the master would have been a signal for every boy and girl to
slink out of reach of his observation; but now the master's coming was
hailed with a happy shout, and the young ones vied with one another in
getting near him, while the youngest clung to his dress, and all looked
up at him with bright and happy smiles.  Horace turned towards the old
man, and marked a flush on his worn and weather-beaten features.
"That's a sight worth seeing, my friend," he added; "I think it used not
to be so."

Reuben made no answer.  His eye seemed to be gazing at something beyond
the busy scene before him.

"You've never had any children of your own, it may be," said Horace,
noticing his absent look.

Slowly the old man turned towards his companion, his face was now quite
pale, and tears began to steal down its deep furrows.  "I've never a
child now," he said in a hoarse and troubled voice, "but I had once--a
blessed little 'un she were, but she died."

"It may be, friend," said the young man gently, "that the Lord took her
in mercy from the evil to come.  Did she die very young?"

Reuben Gregson seemed unable to reply for a while, then he said slowly,
and apparently with a great effort, "Ay, sir, very young, and she were
all the boys and girls I ever had.  She were but five year old when she
died, but she died happy, poor thing.  It's more nor thirty years now
since she left us."

"And she died happy, you say?" asked Horace, deeply touched.  "Did she
know anything of her Saviour?"

"I believe you," replied the other earnestly, "yes.  There were a good
young lady--she ain't living now--as seed her playing about by the
roadside one day, and gave her this book."  Ruby drew out from his
breast-pocket a large faded leathern case, and from its inmost depths
brought out a small picture-book full of coloured Scripture prints.  The
frontispiece represented our Saviour hanging on the cross, and was much
worn, as with the pressure of little fingers.  "There, sir," continued
the old man, "the young lady showed her them pictures, and talked to her
about 'em, and particular about Him as was nailed to the cross.  We was
staying on a common near her house for a week or more, and each day that
young lady came and had a talk to our little Bessy.  And she never
forgot what the lady said to her.  And so, when she were took with the
fever, some weeks arter that, when we was far-off from where the lady
lived, her last words was, `Daddy, I'm going to Jesus, 'cos he said,
"Suffer the little children to come to me."'  There, sir, I've told you
now what I haven't spoken to nobody else these thirty years."

"And won't you follow your dear child to the better land?" asked Horace
kindly; "there's room in our Saviour's heart and home for you too."

"I don't know, I don't know," said the other gloomily; "these things
ain't in my line.  Besides, I'm too old and too hard now; it's no use
for such as me to think about 'em."

Horace said nothing immediately, but taking out a little New Testament,
he read out, without any comment, the parables of the lost sheep and the
lost piece of silver.  Then he said, "Old friend, I am so glad we have
met.  Will you accept this little book from me?  It will tell you better
than I can all about the loving Saviour, who has taken that dear child
to himself, and wants you and your wife to follow her."

Without saying a word Ruby clutched the Testament, thrust it into his
breast-pocket and then, rising hastily, said, "I wish you good day, sir;
maybe we shall meet again.  Thank you kindly for the little book."

"Farewell for the present," said Horace.  "Yes, I believe we shall meet
again," and he turned his steps homewards, deeply thankful that he had
not declined the work which was so unexpectedly thrust upon him.



Some months had passed since Horace Jackson's brief conversation with
Ruby Grigg on the green at Bridgepath, and the good work was making
steady progress in that hamlet.  A few of the adversaries continued
rather noisy and troublesome; but it was observable that these avoided,
as by common consent, one particular beer-shop, which used to be a
favourite resort of the roughest and most dissolute characters, while
the publican himself who kept this house was to be seen, at first
occasionally, and now regularly at the service which was held in the
schoolroom on the Sunday evenings.

News of this happy change had reached Horace from several quarters, and
gave the sincerest pleasure to himself and his uncle.  Meditating
thankfully on these things, the young man was passing one afternoon down
a by-lane which led to Bridgepath.  It was a lonely spot, far from any
house.  On either hand the lane was closed in by tall hedges, and a
broad belt of turf skirted the rugged road on each side, affording
pasture to any stray beasts which might wander thither unbidden.  Wild
flowers and singing birds filled the untrimmed bushes; while the lowing
of cattle, faintly heard from some far-off farm or pasture, added depth
to the solitude.  With his face turned in the direction of Bridgepath,
Horace had just crossed the top of another and narrower lane, which
joined at right angles that along which he was walking, and had passed
the opening about a hundred yards, when he was startled by hearing a
voice behind him shouting out, "Hi!  Hi!  Hi!  Mister!"  He looked back,
and the sight that met his eye was not reassuring.  A tall figure, bare-
headed and without a coat, was striding after him, tossing its arms
about, and brandishing in the right hand a long whip.

The thought at once suggested itself to Horace that this must be some
poor lunatic escaped from an asylum, and the idea of a solitary
encounter in that lonely spot was not an agreeable one, especially as
the young man had no other weapon with him than a thin walking-cane, and
he was well aware that these poor creatures, when excited and at
liberty, often exhibited great strength of limb, and made use of it
without scruple to the detriment of any they might fall in with; so he
took no heed of the outcry, and hastened his pace onwards.  But this had
only the effect of exasperating his pursuer, who bawled out to him to
stop, and then began to make after him with a shuffling sort of run.  So
when Horace looked back, and saw the presumed lunatic thus quickening
his speed, and also wildly flourishing his whip, he fairly broke into a
run himself, considering that, under the circumstances, "discretion
was," undoubtedly, "the better part of valour."  He was, however,
arrested in his flight by a roaring burst of laughter from the supposed
madman, which made him pause for a moment and turn full round; and then
he became convinced that the cause of his anxiety, who was now leaning
his back against a bank, and still laughing vociferously, was none other
than the old caravan hawker, Ruby Grigg.

As soon as he could recover himself, the old man began to walk quietly
forward, motioning to the other to come and meet him.  Horace did this,
though with some little reluctance, not feeling sure that the old man's
excitement might not be caused by either insanity or drink.  But he was
soon satisfied that all was right on that score, as the two drew nearer

"So you took me for a highwayman or a madman, Mr Horace!" said the old
man, still laughing.  "Eh!  I don't wonder; you must have thought it
very strange.  But I never thought how it'd look when I hollered arter
you; I were only afeard you'd get out of hearing, and I've something to
tell you as'll make your heart right glad, I know."

"What is it, my friend?"

"Well, can you spare me a few minutes, and I'll tell you?  My van's just
a few yards down the lane you crossed a minute ago.  You didn't look
that way as you passed, and I didn't take it in at first that it was
yourself; and when my wife said, `There's Mr Horace Jackson just gone
by,' I ran to the top of the lane just as I was, whip and all, and
shouted arter you.  Can you come with me for a minute?"

"With all my heart," replied the other.

So they turned back, and soon reached the van, which was drawn up by the
hedge-side, Grip and the old horse strolling about at leisure, and Mrs
Gregson being engaged in cooking something savoury in an iron pot which
was suspended over an open-air fire, gipsy fashion.

When Horace had seated himself on the bank, the old hawker plunged into
his travelling shop, and having returned with something in his right
hand, seated himself by his young companion.  "It's this here little
Testament as has been and gone and done it," he said abruptly, opening
his hand at the same time and disclosing the book which Horace had given
him at their last meeting.

Greatly surprised and touched at these words, Horace looked earnestly
into Reuben's face for an explanation, and as he did so, it struck him
that the old expression of cunning had given place to one of gentleness
and peace.

"I'll tell you all about it, sir," proceeded the other.  "You must know
as I haven't been easy in my mind for some time past--never since that
new schoolmaster at Bridgepath said a few words to me last feast-day.
You know I often come to the village, 'cos I've some good customers
there, and I never used to miss the feast.  Well, I'd heard a deal about
the new goings on there long afore I set my own eyes on any on 'em, and
I weren't best pleased, nor weren't my best customers neither, you may
be sure.  But still, down in my heart, I couldn't help feeling as things
were being changed for the better; yet it didn't quite suit my pocket
that they should be, and so I were very cross, and ready to take
everything by the wrong handle.  So when the schoolmaster came and spoke
to me, I were as grumpy at first as a bear with a sore head, as the
saying is.  But he wouldn't see it--no, not a bit, and talked to me as
pleasant as if I'd been all the while looking sugar and honey at him;
and I began to feel very uneasy all over.  Then, too, I couldn't help
seeing as the boys and girls were as different as possible from what
they used to be.  Many was the time as I've sworn with a big ugly oath
as I'd set Grip at them, when they came up and plagued me and wanted to
meddle with my goods.  But there weren't no need for it now.  Yet I
stuck out for all that, and talked it over with the keepers of the beer-
shops; and we all agreed as it were a great nuisance setting up this new
school and reading-room.  But we didn't really think so, except that it
began to hurt our trade; for this was where the shoe pinched.  And then
it was, when my mind was a-playing at `see-saw,' first up on this side,
and then up on the other, that you was sent that day to have a talk
about the children and my own blessed little 'un, and to give me the
Testament.  When you was gone, I grumbled to myself at first, `Precious
humbug this!  What's the use of a Testament to me?  I ain't a-going to
pull a long face and sing psalms,' and I were half in the mind to throw
it away."

"And what stopped you, old friend?" asked Horace.

"I'll just tell you, sir," replied the other.  "When you gave it me, I
stuck it in my coat-pocket, next my little girl's picture-book: and when
I took it out again, t'other little book came with it, and I couldn't
for the life of me do it any harm.  So I put 'em both back again side by
side; and the next time as we camped in a quiet place, I took the
Testament out and began to read a bit out loud.  And Sally heard me, and
she came and listened with her mouth and eyes wide open, and then asked
me what the book was and where I'd got it.  I told her all about it; and
then she asked me if I thought I could find in the book them last words
which our dear little 'un spoke.  I told you, sir, you'll remember, as
she said, `Jesus said, "Suffer the little children to come unto me."'
Them was her last words, poor thing!  Well, we sat on these steps day
after day and hunted for them words between us; and we found 'em at
last.  But we found something else as we hadn't been looking for.  We
found a couple of miserable old sinners, Ruby and Sally Grigg, as was
going along the broad road to destruction."  He paused, for his voice
had become choked and troubled.

"And did you find nothing more?" asked Horace, deeply interested.

"Ay, to be sure we did, sir.  We found Jesus Christ was willing to have
us; and we found peace--not at first, nor all at once, but by degrees,
and after a while.  Sally were the first to get a firm hold: but I
believe I've grasped it myself now, and by God's help I mean not to let

"This is indeed joyful news, dear friend," said Horace Jackson, when he
could trust himself to speak.  "Who would have thought it?"

"Ay, who indeed?" said Reuben warmly.  "And now," he added, "I want a
bit of advice, sir, from you, for it ain't all grass and gravel with me
now; there's some deepish ruts and some stony roads before me, and
that's why I were so anxious to stop you just now, sir, that I might
tell you all about it, and get a word or two from yourself to give us a
bit of encouragement."

"I am truly thankful--I can't tell you how thankful," replied the young
man.  "The Lord has indeed done great things for you, and I shall be
only too happy to be helpful to you in any way that I can."

"Thank you, sir, kindly; 'tain't worldly help as I wants from you.  I've
earned enough for me and Sally to last us as long as we live; and it's
almost time as I sold the old van, and settled down somewheres for the
rest of my days.  But it's just this, sir--I want to do some work for
the Lord, who's been and done so much for Sally and me.  Now I could, as
I said just now, sell the old van and settle down; but then I mightn't
be able to do much good, and my old limbs would get stiff for want of my
regular exercise, and I should just be snoozing away the rest of my time
in a big arm-chair.  Now I ain't quite used up, nor Sally neither.  So I
could keep on the move from place to place, dropping a word for Christ
here, and a word there, where I've been used to drop scores of words for
the devil; and if you'd put me in the way, I could take a lot of
Testaments and other good books with me, and sell 'em instead of the
poisonous trash as I used to carry.  Now, what do you advise me?"

"You couldn't do better, old friend," replied Horace; "you would be
showing then your colours, and doing real work for the Master--better
far than you could if you settled down."

"Well, I think so too, sir; and you must know that I've begun to do a
bit for the Lord already, though in a poor sort of way.  I used to sell
smuggled goods on the sly, and bad songs and bad books, but I've dropped
all that now.  You may look my van through, drawers and cupboards and
all, every corner of it, and you'll not find a scrap of the bad sort
now.  Eh!  How some of my old customers do stare, and how some on 'em do
jeer, when I tells 'em as I've done selling the old things as they
delight in.  But it don't matter.  I've made up my mind, and they're
beginning to find that out.  They call me an old humbug, and tell me as
Sally and I shall end our days in the Union.  But I ain't afeard; it
ain't the likes of them as can send me there, and I know I'm safe in the
Lord's hands."

"That's very true," said Horace; "you'll be taken good care of while you
are in the path of duty, and you will have many a noble opportunity of
helping on the good cause as you go from place to place.  Many will get
a word from you which they might not be in the way of hearing otherwise,
and the very fact of such a change in the hearts and lives of your wife
and yourself must tell on the consciences of many who see what you are
now and know what you were in times past."

"I believe you sir," said the old man.  "Now, there's one who's been
touched already--Jim Grimes, who keeps `The Old Fighting-Cocks' at
Bridgepath.  He were mightily surprised at first when he seed as I'd
given up my old ways; he wouldn't believe as it were the true thing, and
he were for chaffing me out of it.  But he found out after a bit as I
was real.  'Tain't for me to boast--it were the Lord's doings, not
mine--but when he came to be persuaded as I had taken to the better way
in earnest, he couldn't make it out at first; but now he has come to set
his feet on the right road, too, I trust, and this has made me think as
there's work for the Lord for me to do in a quiet way without giving up
the van--in a quiet way, I say, sir, for I don't want to be put in a

"Put in a `mug,' old friend!" exclaimed Horace, in amused surprise;
"what can you mean?  Is it slang for putting you in prison?  Why should
any one put you in prison for such a work as you are purposing to carry
on?  If any one tries to get you into trouble, come or send to me; they
shan't interfere with you."

"Nay, nay, sir," replied Ruby Grigg, with a laugh.  "Thank you kindly
for what you say; but you've not got hold of my meaning.  What I'm
driving at is this: I don't want people to put me in a `mag,'--mag's
short for `magazine,'--one of them monthly or weekly papers as is full
of pictures, and serves as town-crier to all the good deeds as is being

"Ah, I understand you now," said Horace, smiling in return; "you want to
work quietly for Christ in the shade, and not to be made a public
character of."

"That's just it, sir; I wouldn't be put in a `mag' for all the world.
I've knowed many a good man spoilt by being put in a `mag.'  It blows
'em up with pride; and then them as don't get put in the `mag' is fit to
burst with envy and jealousy."

"I believe, my friend," said Horace, "that there may be a great deal of
truth in what you say.  A good man's usefulness may be injured by his
being dragged into public notice; for no sin needs such watchfulness on
the part of Christians, especially those at the beginning of their
course, as pride.  There is too much of this trumpeting in our day; it
spoils the simplicity and reality of many a character."

"I've seen it, sir," replied Reuben.  "I used to laugh at it formerly,
but I grieve over it now.  At any rate I'm sure, sir, as you won't put
me in a `mag.'  I don't want to see myself in a couple of picturs, one
with me and my van as they was, and t'other with the likeness of Mister
Reuben Gregson in a brand new suit of clothes and a white choker,
looking for all the world like a regular parson.  'Twouldn't do me no
good.  I just want to do a little work in a quiet way--to jog along,
telling how the Lord has done great things for me, and just to mix up a
few Bibles, and Testaments, and tracts as I'm selling my goods.  And I
don't want no reward here, and no notice, leastways no public notice.
I've had more reward nor I deserve already; and if I make a few kind
friends, such as yourself and the colonel maybe, I'd rather do it, Mr
Horace, in a quiet way, and then I shall feel as I'm doing the work for
the Lord himself out and out."

"Well, dear old friend," said Horace, "it shall be as you say, so far as
I am concerned, and I can answer for my uncle too.  And I feel sure that
you are right, I understand now how the change has taken place in James
Grimes.  Yes, the Lord honours steady consistent example, and I do
heartily thank him that he has seen fit to enlist you in the increasing
and noble army of `workers in the shade.'"



Mr Horace Jackson has completed his twenty-first year, and the day is
to be marked by a grand gathering in the grounds in front of Park House.
The persons invited on the occasion were all the tenants on the estate,
the two Misses Stansfield, and Lady Willerly and her daughter.  Ruby
Grigg also and his wife Sally were present by special invitation.

The colonel had never formally declared that his nephew was to be his
heir, though it had been generally understood that such was to be the
case.  And now the proceedings at Riverton Park were to be of so quiet a
character, that people began to question whether after all this
celebration of the young man's coming of age might not merely be an
ordinary keeping of the majority of one who might not in the end turn
out to be the real heir to the property.  Such was the conjecture of the
public as the preparations were watched and commented upon.  "And yet
who can tell?" exclaimed ungratified curiosity reproachfully, "for the
colonel never does anything like other people."  There was, however, one
person who was abundantly satisfied, and that was old John Price; but
nothing could be got from him, though a host of questioners assailed him
as he made his way down to the house, on the morning of the birthday
gathering, seated on an old pony as prudent and impenetrable as himself.

It was a glorious day, and, after a hearty noonday meal, all the guests
were collected on the lawn in front of the mansion.  The colonel, his
sister, and their nephew, having dined with the company, now occupied
the centre of a group which had gathered on the steps of Park House,
consisting of the ladies invited and old John Price.  Scarce a sound was
heard but the rustling of the leaves of some of the noble trees, as all
sat waiting for what was to come next, for certainly something special
was expected by all, though they could scarce have told why.  At last
the colonel stood forward, and, raising his hat from his venerable head,
just closed his eyes for a moment and murmured a few words to himself
and then, his voice trembling at first with emotion, spoke as follows--

"My dear friends, I am about to bring strange things to your ears, but I
trust not disagreeable ones.  And first of all, let me introduce to you,
under a new name, Mr Horace Walters, the only son and only child of your
late squire, and the present and, I trust for many happy years to come,
future proprietor of the Riverton estate."

He paused as the whole company rose to their feet and vociferously
cheered the young master.  Looks of astonishment and perplexity were
then exchanged by many as they resumed their seats, but these soon gave
place to most earnest attention to Colonel Dawson, who thus proceeded--

"You may some of you be wondering, dear friends, how I can have
permitted your dear young squire to have assumed and carried with my
sanction a name among you that is not really his own; but I shall soon
show you what will, I am sure, be perfectly satisfactory to you all on
this point.  What I am now going to tell you is not a mere tale to
gratify curiosity.  I have a sacred duty to perform in telling it; for
it was the earnest request that I should do so of one who had a right to
claim it of me--I mean your late squire, the father of my dear young
friend here, whom I shall never cease to call my dear nephew.

"You must know, then, that some twenty-five years have now passed since
I retired from the army.  I was living at that time in a quiet way in my
native county, when a cousin of mine, who used to be my special
companion and friend when we were boys, died, and left me, to my
considerable surprise, a large property in Australia, in which country
he had been living for many years as an extensive sheep-farmer.
Believing that property has its duties as well as its profits, I
resolved to go over and see what my new acquisition was like, and what I
had best do with it.  I had no thoughts at first of settling in the
colony.  But I found when I got there a great deal to do and a great
deal to undo before things could be set properly in order; and by the
time I had got things into shape I had got so used to colonial life, and
so well satisfied with its freedom from many of those fetters which
society imposes on us in many of her usages in the old mother country,
that I made up my mind to settle, for a time at any rate, in my adopted

"I had a house of my own in Melbourne, and used to visit my country
estate from time to time as I found it necessary.  One day, as I was
walking along one of the principal streets of the city, when I had been
settled in the colony a few years, I noticed a little boy of rather
superior appearance, who was neatly but plainly dressed, walking slowly
past the shops with a very sad expression on his face and his poor eyes
full of tears.  I stopped him, and asked what was the matter.  He was
reluctant at first to tell me; but on my getting his confidence by the
sincere interest he saw I took in him, the little fellow told me that
his dear old nurse was very ill, and he was afraid she would die before
his father came back.

"I went with him at once to his home, which was a very humble one in a
side street, and found the poor woman, the child's nurse, quite
sensible, yet manifestly near her end.  The neighbours had been kind,
and had done what they could; but it was too plain that human skill
would not avail to restore the old woman to health or prolong her life.
But she was quite able to listen to me; and when I had offered a prayer
by her bedside, she evidently felt that she could confide her sorrows
and troubles to me.

"She told me that her master, the little boy's father, was called
William Jackson; that he had come from England a few years before, after
the death of his wife, to try his fortune in the colony, having lost his
property in England.  She herself, having known him from his infancy,
and always having lived in his family, came with him to Australia to
take care of Horace, his only child, who was then an infant.  Her master
had found employment in the city, but was anxious to see if he could not
meet with success at the gold-diggings.  He therefore had left her and
his little son three months since, and they had only heard from him
once.  Horace was now six years old, and was going to a day-school in
the city; and as Mr Jackson had left a sum of money with her which was
not yet exhausted, she was not in want as regarded herself or the child,
and was now anxiously looking for the father's return.  But it had
pleased God to lay her low with sickness; and feeling that her time must
be short, she was deeply concerned as to what was to become of her
little charge, whom she loved as dearly as if he had been her own.

"I told her not to distress herself on this subject, but to cast this
burden on the Lord, and that I would see what could be done.  Her poor
face lighted up when I said these words; and from the reply which she
made, I concluded that she was a pious woman and knew where to lay her
cares.  So I went home, and after giving the necessary directions for
the poor nurse's comfort, I began seriously to consider what was to be
done for the poor child; and after putting the matter before the Lord, I
resolved to take him into my own house, and treat him as my own till his
father should turn up.  And so a week later, when the faithful old nurse
was buried, I took the little Horace to live with me, and we have never
been long separated from that day to this.

"But what of William Jackson, his father?  Months rolled on, and no
tidings--a year, and no tidings.  Horace had learned to call me uncle,
and I to call him and speak of him as nephew: and though friends and
neighbours at first perfectly understood that this was only a loving
mode of address, not at all intended to deceive anybody, yet in process
of time it became so completely a matter of course with us, that we can
hardly either of us believe that this relationship does not really exist
between us, and so I shall be `Uncle Dawson' to him, and he will be
`Nephew Horace' to me till death parts us.  Horace was now seven years
old, and I felt only too thankful to mark in him the evidences of a real
love to that Saviour whom his good old nurse had taught him to know and
serve in his childish way.  And so the boy was twining himself tight
round my heart, and, to tell the honest truth, I began to dread the
father's return, and almost to hope he might never come back to claim
his child.

"It was one beautiful day in February.  You must remember, dear friends,
that February is one of our hot months in the southern hemisphere.
Horace was at school, and I was sitting by an open window in my private
room, which looked on to the garden at the back of my town house.
Something came between me and the light.  I looked up from my writing.
A man stood by the open window, and did not move away as he saw my eyes
fixed on him.  He wore a broad palm leaf hat, which rather shaded from
my view his full features; but I could see a noble countenance, which
was rendered strikingly picturesque by the profusion of beard and
moustache, which had evidently been long untrimmed.  His upper clothing
consisted of a faded blouse, fastened round the neck by a black silk
handkerchief.  He had also coarse duck trousers on, bound round his
waist by a leathern belt, and well-made boots on his feet, which were
remarkably small for one of his robust make.

"My heart sank within me for a moment or two, for I divined at once who
he must be; but, recovering myself, I asked him if he wished to speak
with me.  `Yes; he should be glad to do so,' he replied in a sad voice,
but with the greatest courtesy of manner.

"He was soon seated opposite to me, and came at once to the point by
saying, `How can I ever discharge my debt of gratitude to you, Colonel
Dawson, for your most generous treatment of my poor boy, who might have
been lost or ruined but for your kindness?'

"`Pray, don't say anything more on the subject, Mr Jackson,' I replied.
`It has been a happiness to me to have been led to befriend your child;
and, indeed, he has become so dear to me, that I know not how to part
with him.  But, of course, as he is yours, not mine, you are at liberty
to take him when you will, or to leave him with me till you can provide
a settled home for him.'

"My visitor was greatly moved, and grasped my hand most warmly.  `I
know,' he said, `the best recompense I can make to one who has acted
towards me as you have done, is to lay myself under still deeper
obligation to you; and I will do so.  I may tell you thus much about
myself--I am not what I seem.  I have a great object which I am seeking
to accomplish, and I am, I think, on the road to success.  I shall be
most thankful to leave my boy in your hands, at any rate, for the
present, and shall be most happy to charge myself with all his expenses
at home and at school.'

"`Nay, Mr Jackson,' I replied; `while he remains with me it shall be my
privilege to supply him with all that he needs, as I can well afford to
do, and I shall be further truly happy to be of personal service to
yourself if I can.'

"`I accept your offer with gratitude,' he replied.  `You _can_ help me,
I dare say.  I want employment as a clerk or book-keeper.  Dare you
trust me yourself, or dare you recommend me to another?  I dare myself
affirm that I will not disappoint an employer who may trust me.'

"There was a frankness and sincerity in his manner which completely
disarmed me of all suspicion or hesitation; whatever colonial _prudence_
might suggest, I _could_ not distrust him.  So I offered him at once a
place in my own office with a moderate stipend.  He accepted it without
hesitation, and lived in my house as a member of the family; and never
did employer have a more intelligent and faithful worker.  As for the
child, his father never in the least interfered with my management of
him, though I brought him up after my own utterly unfashionable, or
perhaps more properly speaking, old-fashioned ideas.  On the contrary,
he warmly approved of my system.

"`I cannot tell you,' he said one day, soon after he had come to live
with me, `how truly grateful I am to see you forming my dear boy's
character in the way you are doing.  I want him to be the very opposite
to what I was myself at his age, and to what the generality of children
are now.  I was brought up just to please myself and to have my own
way--to be, in fact, a little incarnation of self-will and selfishness.
I was allowed to ask for everything I liked at the table, no restriction
being put upon my self-indulgence.  I went where I liked, and did what I
liked, and was never checked except when I was in the way, or had become
intolerably troublesome.  I was placed under no regular discipline, and
was allowed to thrust myself and my opinions forward amongst my seniors
and those who were my superiors in everything but worldly position; and
as I grew older, and became inconveniently self-asserting, I was
alternately snubbed and humoured according to the whim or temper of
those who claimed authority over me.  And what was the result?  Alas!
Early reckless extravagance followed by ruin, and a character which
might have been moulded into something noble, now for a long time
shapeless and distorted.  And my boy--well, I am only too thankful that
he has fallen into your hands out of his unworthy father's.'  He spoke
these words with deep emotion.

"`I am truly glad, Mr Jackson,' I said, `that you are able to look at
things in this better and clearer light.  I quite agree with you about
the present bringing up of children.  For a few years they are treated
as little idols by parents, who are too selfish to give themselves the
pain and trouble of correcting and disciplining them, and this, too,
even in cases where the parents themselves are true Christians; and
then, when they begin to get unbearable, and have passed out of the
winning ways of early childhood, they are too often thrown back upon
themselves, and made to suffer the penalty of neglect of discipline and
training, which ought properly to be inflicted on the parents, who have
not done their duty towards them.'

"`It is so.  I have seen it; I have felt it, Colonel Dawson,' he replied
warmly; `and so I just leave Horace's education entirely in your hands.'

"And thus it was that I brought up my dear nephew, as I still continued
to call him, in my own way--that is to say, to eat what was given him,
to do what was told him, to go where I allowed him, and to have as much
liberty as I thought good for him; to listen when his elders were
speaking, to be diligent in his lessons, early in his hours of rising
and going to bed, and regular in all his habits.  And he will tell you
himself, I don't doubt, as he has told me over and over again, that, so
far from feeling this discipline and these wholesome restraints a
bondage, he was as happy as the day was long under them.  And I am sure
of this, dear friends, that the little, stuck-up, pampered, self-willed,
selfish children which abound in our day, who are supposed to rejoice in
having their own way, are really slaves to themselves, as well as a
burden to their friends, and are strangers to that vigorous enjoyment
which is the privilege of a childhood passed under judicious and even

"Well, so it was with Horace; and so his father rejoiced to find it.
And what made me rejoice still more was the happy conviction that a
deeper work still was beginning to manifest itself in the heart and life
of the dear boy.  Yes, you may think it strange, dear friends that I am
entering into all these particulars on an occasion so public as the
present, and with your young squire by my side; but I have a reason for
it, as you will see by-and-by, and I am doing it with the full consent
and approval of my dear nephew himself.  Let me, then, proceed with my

"When Horace was sixteen years of age he expressed to me his earnest
desire to engage in some special work for the spread of the gospel,
which he had learned himself to prize above all earthly things.  His
father at this time was not residing with me in the town, but held the
post of manager of my country estate and sheep-farm, which flourished
admirably under his most vigorous and faithful superintendence; for he
was a born ruler of others, and a man of such decision of character that
everything he laid his hands to fell, as it were, into order under his
unflagging and indomitable energy.  I knew that I had `the right man in
the right place,' and was satisfied.  However, when his son expressed
this his heart's desire to me, we rode up together to my country house
and laid the matter before Mr Jackson.

"He seemed at first confused and embarrassed when I mentioned the
subject to him, and asked me to wait for his views upon it till the
following day.  So we spent the night at the farm; and the next day the
father and myself walked towards the neighbouring hills, and then he
told me, what you may be sure I was deeply thankful to hear, that what
he was pleased to call the consistent Christianity which he had
witnessed in our household had been blessed to himself, and that he
trusted that he was now endeavouring to live as a true follower of his

"`You will approve, then,' I said, `of Horace's wish to be trained for
direct gospel work.'

"`Yes and no,' he replied.  `By _no_,' he added, `I mean that I do not
wish him to enter the ministry.  I have reasons of my own for this which
just now I would rather keep to myself; but one day, and it may be
before very long, I should like you to know them.'

"`And what would you wish, then, Horace to do?'  I asked.

"`I will talk the matter over with him,' he said.  And he did so that
day; and the result was that the young man proposed, with his father's
full approbation, to pass through a course of training in medicine and
surgery with a view to his becoming qualified for the post of medical
missionary.  So, on our return to Melbourne, the necessary steps were
taken; and two years ago my nephew left us for a short experimental trip
to one of the islands of the Pacific Ocean, under the guidance of an
excellent and experienced missionary.

"And now I am coming to a very sad and wonderful part of my story; but
as I have talked long enough now to weary myself if not to weary you, I
will ask you to amuse yourselves for a while among the grounds and in
the park till tea-time, and after tea I shall be happy to conclude my
story, the most important part of which is yet to come."



There was clearly much anxiety on the part of the guests to hear the
conclusion of Colonel Dawson's narrative.  So the bountiful tea which
had been provided was speedily despatched, and every eye fixed intently
on the speaker when he resumed his address, after the tables had been
withdrawn and the hearers settled in their old places.

"You will remember," began the colonel, "that I had sorrowful things to
tell you in continuing my story: and sorrowful indeed they are, though
not without a mixture of brightness.  Horace had been gone from the
colony, on what I might call his missionary trial-trip, about a month,
when I was one day sitting alone under the veranda of my country house,
thinking over many things, and specially pondering the wonderful way in
which I had gained two so dear to me as Horace and his father.  Then my
thoughts and heart went across the sea to my dear nephew,--when I was
suddenly aroused from my day-dream by seeing just before me a stranger,
who must have come up very silently, for I was quite unaware of his
approach till I looked up and saw him gazing very keenly and not very
pleasantly at me.  It was now evening, and twilight, of which there is
very little in those parts, would speedily be followed by darkness.  The
new-comer was dressed in bush fashion, and carried a rifle, and I could
see the stocks of a brace of pistols peeping out from his blouse.  The
man's features and appearance altogether were most forbidding; and
though a military man myself, I felt anything but comfortable with these
ferocious eyes staring full upon me.  However, in the bush open house is
more or less a rule, and rough-looking fellows often turn up and request
a night's lodging and food, which we do not think of refusing them.
Besides which, the wild-looking outside not unfrequently covers an
honest heart beneath.  So, while I did not at all like the looks of my
visitor, I asked him what he wanted, and if he would sit down and take
some refreshment.  He replied, in a voice as rough as his appearance,
that he was looking after some horses which had strayed as he was
bringing them overland, and that he should be glad of a mouthful of
bread and cheese and a drink.  The refreshment was brought him by one of
my men, whom he eyed all over; while all the time he was eating, those
same fierce and restless eyes were taking in everything about the place,
till he rose to go, with a muttered word or two which hardly sounded
like thanks.

"No sooner was he out of sight than Horace's father joined me in the
veranda.  His voice was agitated as he asked,--

"`Do you know that man?'

"`Not that I am aware of,' I replied; `indeed I may say, certainly not;
for once seen, such a man is not easily forgotten.  A more villainous
face I never beheld.'

"`You may well say so,' said my friend.  `I know that man too well; he
nearly succeeded in taking my life at the diggings,--he is somewhat
older-looking, of course, but there is no mistaking him.  He was an
escaped convict when I knew him, and belonged to the most dangerous set
in the place where I was working.  I don't at all like his lurking about
here.  You may depend upon it, his presence bodes no good.'

"`I can well believe that,' I said; `so we must take proper precautions,
and see that the men are on the look-out.'

"`Yes,' he replied, `I will see to that; and it will be as well to send
a messenger to-night over to Melbourne to give the police a hint, as I
fancy they would not be sorry to come across this fellow, as his doings
are no doubt pretty well known to them.'

"Nothing more occurred that night to disturb us; but the following day
four horsemen might be seen riding up towards the house at a dashing
gallop, just about noon.  I was prepared, however, for their coming and
had caused all the men about the place to take refuge in my own house,
which I had made provision for barricading if necessary.  I had only
three or four men on the place at that time, and their wives and
children.  These last I brought into an inner room when I saw the
horsemen in the distance.  Though a soldier by profession, I was
exceedingly reluctant to shed blood, and had resolved on the present
occasion not to do so if it could possibly be avoided.

"The strangers were soon at the veranda, evidently resolved to take us
by storm.  Foremost among them was my visitor of the day before.  He
sprang down from his horse in the most reckless manner, and began
thundering at the door with the butt end of his rifle.  My house had not
been built with the view of its sustaining a siege at any time, but was
constructed of rather light materials, so that the door began to groan
and creak under the assaults of the bushranger, whose every movement I
could see through a small opening in the shutters.

"`What do you want here, friend?'  I asked.

"`Open the door,' was the only reply.

"`Tell me what you want,' I said again.

"`Open the door,' was all that was returned in answer; and then came a
thundering blow, which fairly crushed in one of the panels.

"`Shall I fire?' asked Mr Jackson, in a hoarse whisper.

"`No, no!  Not yet, not yet,' I cried.

"Then came a united rush of three of the men, and the door came crashing
into the outer room.  The foremost villain then sprang at me, and we
wrestled together, after I had knocked up his revolver.  In a few
minutes I had hurled him back from me, and he fell to the ground and was
seized by one of my men.  Gasping for breath, I paused and looked about
me.  A pistol was presented at me by another bushranger, but before it
could be fired Horace's poor father had thrown himself in front of me;
he received the bullet in his own breast, and fell to the ground
grievously wounded.  But now help was at hand; alas that it did not come
sooner!  A strong body of mounted police came up, and having secured all
the robbers, carried them off in triumph.

"But what was to be done with my dear wounded friend, who had saved my
life by perilling his own?  I knew enough of surgical matters to
ascertain by inspection that the injury, though severe, was not likely
to be mortal.  So, having bandaged up the wound with the best appliances
I had at hand, I drove my friend as rapidly as he could bear it to my
town house, where he was at once placed under the care of the best
medical skill in the city.  And for some time I had every hope that he
would recover, and earnestly did I pray that it might be so, if it were
the Lord's will.  But it was not so to be.  A constitution once strong,
but impaired in early youth, and much tried when he was at the diggings,
had not sufficient vigour remaining to enable my poor friend to regain
health and strength.  But he did not pass away rapidly, nor did he lose
any of his power of mind in his last days.  And then it was, on his
dying-bed, that he opened his whole heart to me, and told me what I am
about to tell you, and, as nearly as I can remember, in these words:--

"`My name is really Horace Walters, and I am the owner of an estate
called Riverton Park in my dear native country.  But I ruined myself by
my mad love for gambling, and when my poor wife died, and left me with
Horace a baby, and my estate was become sadly encumbered, I resolved at
once that I would leave my native land, go over to Australia, live a
life of hard work and self-denial, and not come back again until, by the
accumulated rents and by what I could earn, I could make my property
absolutely and honestly my own, and leave it unencumbered to my dear
child.  You have seen enough of me to know that I have some strength of
will in my character; and so, when I had made this resolution, I began
immediately to carry it out.  Taking with me our old nurse, whom I bound
to secrecy, I came over to this colony, got employment, and then went to
the diggings.  There, by diligence, perseverance, and self-denial, I
managed to accumulate a large sum, which is safely deposited in the
bank.  I had some thoughts of going back at once to England; but on
learning what had happened to Horace, and about your noble and loving-
care of him, I resolved to wait a while, and to get employment in your
neighbourhood--at any rate, for a time.  And that resolution I have
never repented of; indeed, I have felt _my_ dear Horace's--ay, I will
say _our_ dear Horace's--position in your house such a privileged one,
that I have gladly delayed taking any further steps homeward, wishing to
see him all that we both could desire him to be before I let him know
his real name and position.  You can easily understand why I changed my
name to Jackson.  I felt that I had brought shame and dishonour on my
own name in my native land and I resolved that in this distant country I
would change it for another, and not take it back again till I could do
so with honour and credit to myself and my child.'

"And then, dear friends, he told me how he blessed God for bringing
himself to the knowledge of his truth, and me for having been the
instrument--an unworthy one indeed I was--of leading him to that
knowledge.  Of course, I told him what a privilege I felt it to have
been permitted to guide him to his Saviour; and I added that I would
gladly do anything I could to show my gratitude to him for having
sacrificed himself to save my life.

"`You have done more than enough already,' was his reply; `and yet I
will take you at your word.  Horace knows nothing yet of his real name
and prospects; I had made up my mind lately that I would wait till he
came of age to tell him.  And now I would ask you, dear friend, to take
Horace with you to England and see him settled in his property when I am
gone, which will be, I know, before very long.  I have ample means in
the bank here to meet all expenses, and will give you full power to act
for me.  You will understand now why I did not wish Horace to be a
minister.  I think godly laymen are as much needed as godly clergymen;
and, as he in God's providence inherits an important property, I have a
strong impression that he will be more free to do his duty to his
tenantry and his estate as a Christian country squire, than he would be
if he had taken upon himself the charge of a special sphere or parish at
home or abroad.  And my earnest wish and prayer is that he may soon, by
his conduct as a Christian landlord, blot out altogether the memory of
his unworthy father.'

"I stopped him here and told him that he was nobly redeeming the past,
so far as it was possible for man to do so, and that I would gladly
carry out what he desired.  This seemed to make him quite happy; and his
one great wish now was to see his son once more, and this was granted to
him.  Horace returned to comfort him in his dying hours, and to receive
his blessing, with his expressed wish that he should accompany me to
England, whither I was going on his account to settle some matters of
business for him.  He said nothing further to his son, having already
expressed his wish to me that I should first set the Riverton estate in
thorough order, according to my own views of what was right--with one
special injunction, that I should do everything that might be in my
power to recompense John Price and his family for the loss they had
suffered on his account.

"So, after my poor friend's departure to his better inheritance, we have
come over here to carry out his wishes and instructions; and you have
seen, and can now see, the results.  My dear nephew has been kept in
ignorance of his real name and prospects till yesterday, when I laid the
whole matter before him; and it is by his father's earnest dying request
that I have given you this full and minute history.  To-day Horace
Walters is of full age, and to-day I surrender up all to him.

"I would just add a word or two more.  I have gone so fully into my
story, not only because Mr Walters urged me to do so, but still more
for two special reasons: first, because I know that rumour and fancy
would be sure to put their heads together and circulate all sorts of
foolish stories about your late squire, and about his dear son, your
present squire, and some of these stories probably to the discredit of
one or both.  Now I have given you the true account of all, so that you
can safely put down all slanderers' gossip and tittle-tattle on the
subject.  And further, I have gone thus particularly into my story,
because it will show you what rare jewels there were in your late
squire's character, and how brightly those shone out when the black
crust of evil habits had fallen away from them.  And, lastly, I have
wished to show you how graciously God has been ordering things for the
good of you all, and has brought blessings and peace out of a strange
tangle of circumstances which he has unravelled for your happiness.

"And now, dear friends, having accomplished the work for which I came
back to the old country, I am returning to the land of my adoption for a
time.  I think it will be only for a time; for my dear nephew here has
got such a hold upon my heart, that I think I shall have to come back
and settle near him, if I am spared.  However, I have the satisfaction
of knowing that I am leaving behind me two earnest, like-minded servants
of the great Master to preside over the good work at Riverton and
Bridgepath.  I shall not leave the country till I have seen them made
one; and then I shall feel assured that in Horace Walters and her who
will, I trust, soon become his wife, I shall leave you those who, having
long been working for God separately in the shade, will work together as
devotedly, hand in hand, and heart in heart, in the light."


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