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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online -at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Climbers</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Lizzie Bates</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: April 10, 2022 [eBook #67809]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Juliet Sutherland, David E. Brown, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CLIMBERS ***</div> - -<div class="figcenter hide"><img src="images/coversmall.jpg" width="35%" alt="" /></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus002.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="titlepage"> - -<h1>THE CLIMBERS.</h1> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus003.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<p>PUBLISHED BY THE<br /> -<span class="large">AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY</span><br /> -150 NASSAU-STREET, NEW YORK.</p> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="blockquot"> -<p><span class="smcap">Entered</span> according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by the -<span class="smcap">American Tract Society</span>, in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court -of the United States for the Southern District of New York.</p> -</div></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span> -<p class="ph2">THE CLIMBERS</p> - -<h2 class="nobreak">I.</h2> -</div> - - -<p>“<span class="smcap">It’s</span> of no use, and what’s more, I -don’t believe it’s right,” said Mr. Jeffries, -“this filling every boy’s head with -thoughts of rising in the world. It looks -all very well in books; but is quite a -different thing in reality. I tell you -what, it’s doing a mighty deal of damage -in the world. Why, it’s almost impossible -for anybody that wants help to get -any of the right sort. Once find a boy -that has any grit in him, and he’s off as -soon as he can scrape up enough money -to go to school with. There’s that stable-boy -of mine, as good a little fellow as I’d -ever care to have; but in the room of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span> -playing like other boys, when he has a -moment’s leisure, he’s off to the barn -with a book in his hand. I’ve told him -many a time ’twould be the ruin of him; -but he seems to take to it as naturally as a -duck does to water;” and the little hotel-keeper -looked around complacently.</p> - -<p>“I thought that was the very spirit -that was commendable in this country, -Mr. Jeffries,” said I, turning my gaze -from the mountain towering above us to -the face of my host. “Hope is the -grand incentive to the American boy, -the hope of knowing more, and doing -better for himself and others, than his -father and grandfather did before him. -Look around you and see who are the -men of the present; ten to one they are -poor men’s sons. They felt that they -could do something, and they accomplished -it.”</p> - -<p>“It looks all fair, I allow; but the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span> -thing is carried too far; it makes them -discontented and unsteady, changing from -one thing to another. In my opinion, if -you want to make any thing in the world, -you must stick to one thing. It is an old -saying, ‘A rolling stone gathers no moss.’”</p> - -<p>“True; but may not these poor boys -have a higher aim and purpose, and carry -it out quite as effectually as if it -required no changes? Your stable-boy -may have mapped out, vaguely perhaps, -his future, and to reach it must make use -of such stepping-stones as come within -his reach. He does his work well, does -he not?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, there’s nothing to say against -him, only I don’t like to see him always -reading; he can’t go by a newspaper—and -my wife keeps them hung up by the -side of the roller—without stopping for -a bit, catching as a hungry horse does at -a spear of grass or hay that comes within<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span> -his reach. I give him pretty good -wages for a boy, and the women folks -patch up his clothes and see that he has -plenty to eat. It seems to me that he -ought to be contented and happy, with -jests and frolic like the rest, in the room -of being shut up with his book. And -then, to cap all, I went into the barn the -other day, and there he was perched up -on the haymow, talking away and making -gestures just as the parson does. I -could not keep from laughing, and he came -down and skulked away looking sheepish -enough.”</p> - -<p>“You have interested me in this boy, -Mr. Jeffries. Who, and what is he? -Where did you find him?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, his father lives up among the -mountains, a thriftless, good for nothing -creature, who spends all his earnings in -whiskey. The mother was a delicate -ladylike woman; my wife thought a heap<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span> -of her; and when she died, she made us -both promise to look after her children.”</p> - -<p>Just then a showy carriage was driven -round from the stable, and a sprightly lad -jumped quickly down, and stood holding -the lines respectfully while the owner -made ready to start. He was a tall, -slight young man, whom I had noticed in -the hotel as excessively talkative, flush -with his money, drinking and smoking -freely, and interlarding his conversation -with now and then an oath. He came -out with a swagger, followed by a little -crowd of idlers. Mr. Jeffries broke off -the thread of conversation, giving the -hand of his guest a prolonged shake.</p> - -<p>“Always glad to see you when you -come this way, Robinson; you will always -find the bar just the same; I never -keep any thing but the best.”</p> - -<p>“That’s a fact; the best mint julep -I’ve had in a long time.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span>While the leave-taking was going on, -I was eagerly scanning the face of the -stable-boy. My heart ached for him as -he stood there, the little torn straw hat -just covering the mass of dark hair, that -had apparently not seen a comb for days, -the great heavy locks clustering over a -broad well-formed forehead, above delicately -curved eyebrows with long brown -lashes. But the eyes were hidden; I -could only imagine what they must be -from the profile of the face, the straight -nose, somewhat deep upper lip, and well-turned -chin. Still and straight he stood, -and almost as motionless as though carved -out of marble: yet not a dead, passive -statue; his very stillness had a life in it, -just as the framework of machinery is -still while the movable parts are running -swift as thought can follow.</p> - -<p>Down the steps and into the buggy -the young gentleman passed, and as the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span> -lines were handed him he tossed a silver -coin to the stable-boy, but so carelessly -that it glanced from his shoulder, rolled -across the porch and down a crack in the -floor before he could stop it.</p> - -<p>“It’s gone, Marston; better luck next -time,” said Mr. Jeffries with a patronizing -air. The boy bit his lips, while the -eyelids quivered, and turning on his heel -was out of sight in an instant.</p> - -<p>It was not in my heart to talk any -more. Life was new to me; I was myself -trying to make my way upward in character -and life. Just through college, my -health failed, and I was told to try mountain -air and exercise. My meagre purse -would not allow of my gratifying my -benevolent feelings, and still every day -there were just such cases occurring. -“Work yourself out” had been my -motto. No doubt Marston Howe would -adopt the same. A rough, thorny way<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span> -he will find; the feet will become weary, -the hands torn and bleeding; still, if he -wills he will succeed. It is better to -wear out than to rust out; better be a -climber than a cumberer; and though -we seem never fully to attain our desires, -let not the heart grow bitter and -misanthropic, moody and uncharitable. -Success is sure if we try for it. Let me -whisper this to Marston Howe, and I -have then done him all the good I can. -Looking up I saw the doctor’s buggy -coming slowly round the curve of the -mountain, and a moment after it drew -up, while a kindly face looked out. “How -is this invalid of mine? Almost ready -to go home?”</p> - -<p>“Nearly ready, doctor,” and my eye -caught sight of the stable-boy with his -pail of water for the doctor’s horse.</p> - -<p>“That’s right, Marston,” said Mr. Jeffries; -“the doctor’s horse don’t like to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span> -pass here without something,” but the -doctor did not notice the hint.</p> - -<p>“You are fond of books,” I said to -Marston as he held the pail for the horse -to drink; “I have one in my pocket which -I think will please you. It is called -‘Self Helps,’ and will show you how -others have worked and struggled to become -good and useful men. I hope that -is what you wish to do.”</p> - -<p>“I shall try for it,” he answered in a -clear tone, while his grey eye brightened -as he grasped the book. “Aim to do -right, Marston, and what you do, do well; -perhaps we shall meet again.”</p> - -<p>Quick as an arrow he bounded round -the corner, and the doctor’s pony trotted -leisurely down the mountain with -us.</p> - -<p>It had been a glorious afternoon, and -I had taken a longer stroll than usual; -resting at the little mountain house, while<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span> -the doctor visited a patient further up the -mountain.</p> - -<p>“Do you know any thing of Marston’s -family, doctor?” asked I, when we finished -what we had to say of the immediate -landscape.</p> - -<p>“Not much. The mother was a well-educated -gentlewoman, above the majority -in these parts; she died soon after I -came here, and her husband soon married -a real vixen. They say he spent -every thing in whiskey after that, and -these two children, Marston and Jennie, -live with Mr. Jeffries, a good-natured -man in his way, but mightily puffed up -with his success in that hotel. He has -a good many boarders in summer, and is -making a great deal of money.”</p> - -<p>By this time pony had struck into a -quicker pace; the road was more familiar, -or he scented the corn crib, and his master -let him have the rein.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span>The next day I left the mountains, but -not without a thought of Marston Howe, -and an earnest wish that he might succeed.</p> - -<p>Poor, and dependent on his own labor, -there was something in his case that reminded -me strangely of my own; and -more than once I felt my heart throb -with a quicker beat as I thought of what -might be in store for him, had he the -courage ever to undertake what I saw -from his look he so earnestly craved.</p> - -<p>Still, with constant effort, untiring self-denial, -and inflexible purpose, the height -might be won. The germs of the future -harvest must be planted before it can be -gathered in. Slow and difficult might be -the ascent, and many a time the feet -might falter in the way, and the heart -well-nigh break, while weakness, prejudice, -and passion hinder the progress of -the eager soul.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span>One look to God, however, and obstacles -vanish, doubts dissolve. His strength -is never denied those that ask him. Marston -Howe’s mother was a Christian. -His cradle was consecrated by her prayers, -and the little son she left behind her -was still the object of divine love and -care. Such thoughts comforted me. He -must go up through the narrow defile of -labor, the rocky strait of necessity; but -he will overcome: the mother’s prayers -will not be lost.</p> - -<p>Years have passed since that summer -day: we have both been climbers; both -began at the same level, the only difference -being that I had the start by some -half a score of years; difference enough -when starting in the race, but hardly perceptible -when standing, as we both now -do, nearer the top than the bottom of the -ladder.</p> - -<p>Last summer I again met with Marston<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span> -Howe; and for the sake of the climbers -who have suffered and striven, and of -others who are still suffering and striving, -I am induced to tell his story as -nearly as he told me as I can well remember -it.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus017.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">II.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Of</span> my early life I cannot remember -much before we went to the mountains, -and still I have always had a vague remembrance -of a pleasant home surrounded -with tall trees, a fountain bubbling -up and catching the sun’s rays in a thousand -bewildering forms, sweet flowers, -and singing birds; while in my own little -room there was a curious round glass -with rock and moss at the bottom, where -the gold fish flashed their beauty through -the crystal water. Then there were days -indistinct and shadowy, when the glory -and beauty had gone, where I hardly -knew, and we had another home—my -mother, Jennie, and I.</p> - -<p>My father I had seldom seen, and now -I saw less of him than before. I did not<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> -so much wonder, for it was not home to -me, that little brown house perched like -a bird’s nest on the shelf of the mountain. -I did not like it, and often used to ask -my mother why we were there. She -never used to answer me; but putting -her arm around me drew me closely to -her, kissing me over and over again, -while the tears fell on my face, but saying -nothing.</p> - -<p>It was not so with Jennie, the pretty -golden-haired baby that I used to rock -in a nice little crib in our first home. -Then we had pretty carpeted floors, and -I could ride my pony all day in a room -made on purpose to play in.</p> - -<p>But when I grew older I saw it all, -and understood why my mother pressed -me to her heart and wept. I then knew -what made my father reel and stagger -so as he came up the path; and why, -when Jennie put up her hands, and crowed<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span> -out her evening welcome, he took no -notice of her, and one night came very -near crushing the little creature as he fell -over the threshold. Oh, sad, sad days, -when he was so cross, declaring the house -was cold and cheerless, or the rooms -were so bare of comfort—when he went -to the village at the foot of the hills every -morning, and if he did not come back at -night, mother took Jennie in her arms, -and we went after him.</p> - -<p>In this way we lived till Jennie was -five years old; then mother grew sick, -and for days lay on the bed so white and -still, Jennie curling up beside her, putting -her little chubby cheek close to the -thin pallid one, while I dug up raspberry -roots and boiled them into broth for -mother and the baby to eat.</p> - -<p>One day she spoke less frequently; I -thought she was asleep, and walked about -very carefully so as not to wake her: at<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> -length she looked up, beckoned me to -her, put her arms about my neck, and -kissed me. “Whatever happens,” she -said, “you must be a good boy, Marston. -You are now almost ten years old; you -will take good care of Jennie, and never -let her leave you.”</p> - -<p>“I will, mother; but what makes you -talk so?” and I cried aloud in grief and -fear.</p> - -<p>“I am very sick, Marston, and I may -die. If I do, you will take care of Jennie; -promise me.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, mother; but you will not die. -God must not—”</p> - -<p>“Hush, my son; God knows what is -best; you will always remember to love -and obey Him.”</p> - -<p>“How can I, mother, if he takes you? -You are all we have in the world. What -will Jennie and I do without you? No, -mother, if he is good, he will not do this;”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span> -and I buried my face in the pillows. My -poor sick mother put her thin arms about -my neck, and drew me still nearer, her -hot cheek meeting mine.</p> - -<p>“God <i>is</i> good, my child, and still I -must leave you. Mother would not tell -you any thing that was not so. You believe -me, Marston?”</p> - -<p>“I believe you, mother,” I cried passionately, -“but I cannot let you go; if -you go, I must go with you.”</p> - -<p>“No, Marston, you must stay to take -care of Jennie and your father. Jennie -is such a little girl, what would become -of her without you?”</p> - -<p>“Will it make you happier, mother, if -I take care of Jennie?” and I kissed her -white cheeks again and again.</p> - -<p>“Yes, my son, I shall be very happy -if you will promise to be a good boy, and -take care of your little sister for Christ -and for me.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span>“I will promise; I will be good, mother,” -and my tears were dried.</p> - -<p>Invested with a new dignity as the -protector of my little sister, I must be a -man; and I took up Jennie and fed her -from the one little china bowl that remained -to us of our old home.</p> - -<p>Weary with the effort of talking, my -mother fell asleep, looking so calm and -placid; while I rocked the baby, and -watched her quiet breathing.</p> - -<p>Presently a neighbor came in, and -bending over the bed asked how long -she had been sick.</p> - -<p>“Two weeks,” I answered.</p> - -<p>“Poor thing; why didn’t she send for -the doctor?”</p> - -<p>“She thought she should be better -soon,” I replied, laying Jennie down on -the foot of the bed; and going softly to -my mother, I gently kissed the pale forehead.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span>“Marston, promise,” and she opened -her eyes.</p> - -<p>“I do, I will, mother.”</p> - -<p>“Dear me, Mrs. Howe, why did you -not send for me? your husband told me -this morning that you were sick; and as -soon as we had dinner, I came right up.”</p> - -<p>“I knew there was no help for me. -If it was not for leaving my children—”</p> - -<p>“Don’t be troubled, Mrs. Howe. It -isn’t much that I have, but such as it is -they shall have a part.”</p> - -<p>Slowly the sun went down, and as the -darkness rolled up the mountain father -came home. He was steadier than usual, -and for the first time he seemed sorry -that mother was sick; took her hand -kindly in his, and bent over the pillow -and kissed her.</p> - -<p>“Only get well, Mary, and I will stay -at home always.” It was all he could -say, the tears choked him.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span>“I am very sick, Robert. You will -do this for the children,” and her eyes -closed.</p> - -<p>All night the two watched by her bed, -Mrs. Jeffries and father; while Jennie -nestled in my arms, occasionally putting -up her mouth for a kiss, thinking it was -mother.</p> - -<p>I lived an age in that night, and how -many resolves I formed and plans laid -of what I would do, and how I would -care for that one little sister.</p> - -<p>Alas, I had to learn that he who wins -must walk through rough places; that -the sweet rest for which we long is only -given to those who have been prompt in -duty, resolute against temptation, strong -in faith, patient in the hour of trial. -Alas for the weary feet that must walk -through the world without a mother’s -guidance.</p> - -<p>Before morning Jennie and I were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span> -alone, while my poor father was stricken -into soberness.</p> - -<p>Three months passed. My father was -much steadier, stayed more at home, and -was no longer cross and overbearing; -for hours would he read to us, then -taking Jennie on his knee, sing her to -sleep.</p> - -<p>“If mother could only see him,” I said -frequently to myself. I had not known -he was so handsome, for he kept himself -much better, and looked like a new man. -Then at night he would put us in bed, -and sometimes sit down by himself, or go -out looking so good and happy; I did not -understand it.</p> - -<p>One day I had been down to Mrs. Jeffries -with Jennie, and Mr. Jeffries asked -me what I would think if my father gave -me a new mother. I told him that could -not be; we could not have but one mother, -and our mother was dead.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span>“But what if your father marries -again?”</p> - -<p>I went home in tears. Cheerless as -our home was, I could not bear that another -should enter it. It was no place -for a good woman to come, and I felt it -so. It was not long, however, before I -found the reality of what I feared. My -father, on the strength of his good looks, -married a pretty, showily dressed woman, -and brought her to our mountain home. -Very kindly he introduced us; but she -did not so much as kiss either of us. I -grew indignant, and could have darted -out of the house, but for my remembered -promise to my mother.</p> - -<p>A year, and she had turned us out, -while a baby of her own nestled in her -arms, and our father was nearly as bad -as ever. Jennie had always been a -delicate little thing, or my new mother -would not so readily have parted with<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span> -her. But my father, with all his waywardness, -always said to her that we -should not be parted.</p> - -<p>We knew no one but Mrs. Jeffries, -and she kindly consented to take us in; -while her husband allowed me to hold -the horses, and after a time to drive -them to and from the stable.</p> - -<p>In this way I gained something. The -first winter I was there I went to school -eighteen days; not enough to learn much, -and still enough to give me a thirst for -more. The schoolmaster was a lame -man that lived near the school-house, -and directly on my way.</p> - -<p>Thin and scant my clothes were, and -I used sometimes to go in and warm myself. -What a different atmosphere pervaded -his home: his mother, a sweet -woman, with soft braids of still brown -hair about her face, while her mild blue -eyes reminded me of my own mother,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span> -and not unfrequently the tears would -start as she inquired kindly for my little -sister.</p> - -<p>Charles Brisbane was to be a clergyman; -and when he read and prayed with -us every morning, it seemed the easiest -thing in the world to be good, and I wondered -why my father had not been just -such another good man. And when at -the close of the day he talked to us of -the dear Saviour, who came down to -earth, took upon himself our nature, suffered -and died to redeem us, I resolved -that I would love and trust and serve -him; and then I thought he would take -care of Jennie and me, and make my -father a sober man. Then I used to -shut my eyes, and dream all sorts of -pleasant things, longing for a world -where the people loved each other and -did right, and where death would never -come.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span>My dear mother seemed to be very -near me whenever Charles Brisbane was -talking; and when I went back to Mr. -Jeffries’ it did not seem so hard to do -the little errands that were always ready -for me.</p> - -<p>Jennie was beginning to do something -for Mrs. Jeffries, who herself took the -lead in her own house-work; and of course -could not be expected to do more for us -than to see that we had plenty to eat, -were tidy, and not actually ragged.</p> - -<p>I remember stopping one day at Mr. -Brisbane’s, and how I longed to be able -to go to school regularly; and could not -but say this in rather a fretful mood.</p> - -<p>“I am sorry that you cannot come, -Marston; but remember that you can -learn, wherever you are.”</p> - -<p>“How so?” said I.</p> - -<p>“By reading and studying at home. -Improve all your time; always have a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> -book in your pocket or on a shelf near -you.”</p> - -<p>“But I have no books.”</p> - -<p>“I am going to give you some. Here -is the Geography you studied at school, -and your Arithmetic. True, you are just -commencing, but with occasional help, I -have no doubt you will get on finely. -Come to school when you can; but when -kept at home by Mr. Jeffries, do not fret -over it. Do your work faithfully, and look -forward. God helps those who help themselves. -He will not leave you, my boy.”</p> - -<p>How strong and happy I felt as I -climbed up the hill-side to Mr. Jeffries’ -house. I forgot the dark, cold mornings -when I had to rise at four o’clock, -and make paths through the snow; and -help feed the stock and see to the horses, -the poor patient brutes waiting until an -opening could be made in the trough, or -the snow melted. Then there were pigs<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> -to feed, and corn to shell for the poultry, -and the kitchen to sweep; and by the -time I had done it was nearly noon, and -too late for school that day. And Jennie -would climb up into my lap, and tell me -not to cry; and I would read my Geography -to her very much as, the last summer, -I had read Jack the Giant Killer, -Babes in the Wood, Robinson Crusoe, -and Sinbad the Sailor; her blue eyes -looking up wonderingly as she nestled -still closer, laying her white velvet cheek -to my brown one.</p> - -<p>Dear little comforter, much as I loved -her, my heart rebelled not a little at the -loss of school-hours. Still I did not forget -Mr. Brisbane’s words, so that I neither -cried nor murmured outwardly, -studying every moment I could get, and -repeating my lesson aloud to Jennie, who -in her turn began to study geography, -and to make figures on my slate.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span>My writing lesson I suffered the most -in. But Mrs. Jeffries had a sister that -visited her occasionally, and when there, -Miss Grimshaw condescended to set me -copies; so that between my duties at -home, Mr. Brisbane, and Miss Grimshaw, -I made considerable advancement.</p> - -<p>Mr. Jeffries scolded not a little whenever -he saw my books, and one day actually -tossed them out of the window, -where Molly the cook rescued them from -a mischievous puppy, minus one of the -covers. I could have cried over this; -but the leaves were all there, and afterwards -Mrs. Jeffries gave us two chairs -and a little table in her linen closet; -and as this was the tidiest place in the -house, and above all, never entered save -by Mrs. Jeffries, we were for a time uncommonly -happy.</p> - -<p>While I had my books and a chair in -the linen closet, Jennie had a few pots of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span> -geraniums and tea-roses that Mrs. Brisbane -had sent her, and which she nurtured -with great care. Never shall I -forget the look of distress on the little -face, when one morning she had watered -them tenderly, taxing her strength not a -little to set them where they would have -all the benefit of the sun, watching them -with delight, counting the buds on the -rose-bush, and thinking of the little bouquets -she would be sure to make, first -for me and then for Mrs. Jeffries, putting -one in Miss Grimshaw’s room by way of -surprise. All at once Mr. Jeffries came -through the room, and seeing the little -girl idle for the moment, with one sweep -of his hand landed the rose-bush in the -middle of the yard, the stem broken and -the opening buds torn. There was not -a tear, not a word of complaint as she -stole up to the linen closet and laid the -ruined stem in my hands, hiding her face<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span> -on my shoulder, and trembling like an -aspen.</p> - -<p>“Who has done this, Jennie?” said I -hurriedly, and in a passion.</p> - -<p>“Don’t be vexed at him; it was Mr. -Jeffries. He’ll be sorry to-morrow.”</p> - -<p>“But this was yours; what right had -he to touch it? I will go and ask him;” -and I flung down my book and started up.</p> - -<p>“No, Marston, you must not anger -him. It is all the home we have; and if -you vex him, he may turn us away, or -at least not let you have this nice little -closet to study in.”</p> - -<p>There was something in Jennie’s philosophy -that quieted me a little; and -drawing her to my side, I tried first to -command myself and then comfort her. -Excited as the poor child was, she soon -fell asleep; and not seeing any thing but -the clean white linen in the room, I took -off my coat and spread it on the floor, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> -laid her down. Accustomed to a hard -bed, she did not waken. Try as I would, -I could not study, but sat looking at the -broken rose-bush and then at the thin, -troubled face of the sleeper, the blue lids -swollen, and the delicate veins plainly -perceptible about the throbbing temples.</p> - -<p>“How could he do it? By what right -deny this little child the only treasure -she possessed?” and I was getting into a -passion again, when Mrs. Jeffries entered.</p> - -<p>She read it all at a glance; went out -and brought a quilt and a pillow for -Jennie, and taking up the broken stalk, -looked at the roots.</p> - -<p>“It will live. There is another pot, -Marston, and if you will fill it with fresh -mould, I will help you. Its beauty has -gone for the present, but it will grow -again.”</p> - -<p>I did not move or stir, my anger was -too deep. She laid her hand on my<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span> -shoulder, and kindly said, “You can’t -be sorrier than I am, Marston. I saw it -all: but you wont be angry; Mr. Jeffries -will be sorry to-morrow.”</p> - -<p>“Just what Jennie said; but that -wont help it.”</p> - -<p>“It may, Marston; at least it will not -do any good to be angry about it. I -know you wont, Marston.”</p> - -<p>“No, I will not be angry;” and at -once I went to work filling the pot. -Mrs. Jeffries cut off the broken part, -put the buds the least injured in a little -china vase filled with salt and water, -and set them on a shelf in the little attic -where Jennie slept. I did not see Jennie -again till my work was done at night, -when she said cheerily,</p> - -<p>“Mrs. Jeffries says it will grow again. -It was very good of her, wasn’t it, Marston?” -and she nestled by my side, and -together we studied our geography.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span>When the warm weather came, the -schoolmaster and his mother went away, -and we never saw them afterwards. -When the June sun was glowing, and -the soft winds wafted the fragrant breath -of flowers up through the mountain gorges, -Mr. Jeffries’ house was once more -filled with visitors; and I was not unfrequently -called upon to show some gentleman -or lady the best views, as they -were called, until I became familiar with -the beauties and glories of nature, and -felt their genial influence thrilling me -with a new and indefinite pleasure.</p> - -<p>Sometimes I was brought face to face -with the storm in the mountain passes, -while thunder and lightning shook and -vibrated through them, rolling slowly -down the sides of the mountain and -echoing along the valley in terrific grandeur.</p> - -<p>One day in the heat of summer a gentleman<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span> -came up, saying to Mr. Jeffries -that it was his intention to remain for a -week; that he had come out of the city -expressly for mountain air and scenery, -and that he wished to make the best use -of his time. His name was Kirby, and -he had not been there a day before I felt -that he was another Charles Brisbane—the -same views, the same hopes, the -same manner characterized them; and -after my work was done in the morning, -it was my privilege to join him in his -rambles, provided I returned in time to -have every thing in readiness for the -night. What made this arrangement -still pleasanter, Jennie was permitted to -go with us whenever it was not too far, -while Mr. Kirby would tell us stories of -mountains over the sea.</p> - -<p>I remember, one evening, we were -flinging our lines in a little brook that -ran gurgling along through the green<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span> -grass like a silver serpent, when Mr. -Kirby told us of the Rosenlani glacier -in such glowing language, that we seemed -to see distinctly the pale sunshine dancing -on its sharp peaks of frosted silver, -its blue ice caverns, its fringe of firs, -with hanging ledges of short crisp grass, -and giant masses of grey rock, and the -sudden shower of snow from falling avalanches. -Then he unrolled a map, and -pointed out the jagged pyramid of the -Wetterhorn, and told us of the people -that lived there; and by the time we -returned, in season to have our trout for -supper, we had learned more of the -geography of Switzerland than we should -have learned from poring over books for -a long time.</p> - -<p>“To-morrow,” said Mr. Kirby, “we -must go up to the highest point of the -mountain. I am afraid my little Jennie -must stay at home.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span>“Why so, Mr. Kirby?” and Jennie -pressed to his side; “I like to be with -you and Marston.”</p> - -<p>“I should like to have you go, but I -am afraid it would make you sick; it -will be a hard walk for us. If I give -you a nice story to read, it will interest -you quite as much; and when we come -back, you shall tell us all about it. Besides, -Miss Grimshaw is to teach you -how to hem that new handkerchief. You -will be contented to stay now, wont -you?”</p> - -<p>“If you think it best,” and the long -brown lashes drooped over the blue eyes.</p> - -<p>The next morning I was up earlier -than usual; but not before Jennie, who -insisted on sharing my labor, feeding the -pigs, and then scattering corn to the -poultry, and throwing wheat to the few -pigeons that circled about the premises.</p> - -<p>“I do want to go with you,” she said<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span> -as she kissed me good-by; but Mr. Kirby -was there with the neatly bound book -he had promised, and the tears were -soon dried, Jennie looking the last look -as she ran up to her attic to lay aside her -treasure, till the moment when her work -should be done and Mrs. Jeffries should -give her permission to do what she -pleased.</p> - -<p>“Shall you have patience to climb?” -asked Mr. Kirby as we stood at the base -of the tallest peak, its jagged sides covered -with stunted shrubs and shelving -rocks as far as the eye could reach, a -veil of clouds and mist resting on the -summit.</p> - -<p>“I shall like it exceedingly. You forget -that I am accustomed to climbing.”</p> - -<p>“What was it that Miss Grimshaw -called you and Jennie the other day?”</p> - -<p>“The Climbers.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, and the name rather pleased<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> -me,” continued Mr. Kirby. “Heights -are to be won every day, and our stand-point -to-day should be in advance of -what it was yesterday. We are, or -should be, all climbers, using every incident, -occasion, and advantage as a stepping-stone -to something better.”</p> - -<p>“I fear some of us are doing it at a -snail’s pace; a lifetime of such climbing -as mine would not amount to much.”</p> - -<p>“You remember the hare and the tortoise,” -said Mr. Kirby, “and which won -the race. The hare started off as some -people would to go up this mountain; -but he soon grew weary, and lay down -to rest. The tortoise began as he could -hold out, and the end justified his wisdom.” -I now understood why Mr. Kirby -was walking leisurely.</p> - -<p>“When I was a lad,” continued he, -“I often visited my grandfather, who -lived on a farm in the country. On one<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> -occasion he hired two men to work in -the harvest-field. One man looked at -the small field of wheat contemptuously, -and declared it his opinion the job had -better be given to one; he could do it -all himself before sundown. Still my -grandfather insisted on the two, and -accordingly they began. One worked -furiously, and at noon he was far in advance -of his companion. As the hot -hours passed his arm grew nerveless, his -back felt as though it was broken, his -limbs ached, and his head felt like bursting. -Long before sundown he had to -withdraw to the house of the farmer; -while his companion, who had husbanded -his strength, was left to finish the field -alone. Patience when we commence is -quite as needful in intellectual as in physical -effort. The end of the race tells -who wins.”</p> - -<p>“There is a good deal of consolation<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span> -in that,” I ventured to remark. “Climbing -hills I can easily do; but I am sometimes -afraid that is the only climbing -that will be allowed me.”</p> - -<p>“Not if you wish another. Obstacles -vanish before a strong and resolute will.”</p> - -<p>“But circumstances, Mr. Kirby.”</p> - -<p>“Look behind you, Marston, and you -will see that while walking and talking -at our leisure, we have been advancing -all the time, and have in reality made a -very perceptible ascent. The valley -looks like a green thread, and the few -buildings that we see like pigeon-houses.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, indeed; we get along better -than I expected. We’ve been steadily -at it, that’s all.”</p> - -<p>“That is it, Marston, steadily at it. -Perseverance is sure, sooner or later, to -overcome.”</p> - -<p>“And if we have a plan, and steadily -follow it, shall we succeed?” I asked.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span>“Almost sure to do so; not by one -endeavor, not by two, but by years of -perpetual toil and labor. Climbers have -more to contend with than those who sit -still in the valley. Do you begin to -weary, Marston?”</p> - -<p>“Oh no; but the path is much rougher, -and I slip backward instead of getting -forward.”</p> - -<p>“Now you see why I took this staff -tipped with a sharp iron. It will help -us when the way is slippery. Give me -your hand; it is hard work, but nothing -good is achieved without labor.”</p> - -<p>At length we reached a cliff which, -projecting boldly into our path, rose like -a dark grey wall to bar our advance.</p> - -<p>“What shall we do now?” I asked; -“go back?”</p> - -<p>“Never do that, unless you are out of -the way,” said Mr. Kirby. “We must -get up just as we have come so far, by<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> -climbing. But it is so steep on this side, -we shall have to go round.” After a -short pause to ascertain the most favorable -point, Mr. Kirby with his iron-tipped -staff proceeded to put his advice -into practice. Each step was carefully -taken, another, and another; while, as -we advanced, helps arose on all sides: -here was a twig, there a rock, and there -a secure place for the feet; and without -any great fatigue, and almost before we -were aware, we stood on the top of the -enormous mass that but a short time before -had loomed up threateningly.</p> - -<p>“You see where we are,” said Mr. -Kirby. “Remember, and never give up -when you undertake any thing. Stop -only sufficiently long to make sure of the -way, and then advance, one step at a -time. You see here how clearly one -step prepares the way for another; so -it will ever be. Oaks are strengthened<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> -by wind and storm; so men grow firm -by combating with difficulty and opposition.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t see how that can make them -strong,” I said; for I did not clearly understand -the import of his words.</p> - -<p>“I do not mean strong in body merely, -although this might follow, but strong -in spirit, more resolute to do, more determined -to endure. If boys possess this -quality, they will be pretty sure to make -strong, reliable men, able to take a position -in the world and have an influence -among men. But look; what a splendid -view we have from this point;” and Mr. -Kirby looked over the broad panorama -with an eye that seemed to see the Deity -in his works; and from the top of that -table rock he told me of his own life, of -the obstacles in his way, the poverty and -destitution that he had known: “And -still by climbing, just as we have been<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span> -doing to-day, I have made some progress; -and if I keep on—”</p> - -<p>“What will you make?” I asked in -my eagerness.</p> - -<p>“What would you say if you knew I -had no higher ambition than to be a -clergyman?” looking at me with a half -smile in his clear dark eye.</p> - -<p>“I think I should be a lawyer, if I -was in your place, Mr. Kirby.”</p> - -<p>“A lawyer; why so?”</p> - -<p>“Why, there’s a better chance to rise -in the world. It must be very nice to -sway men as easily as lawyers do; and -then there’s a chance of one day being -senator or judge.”</p> - -<p>“It must be very pleasant, you say, -to sway men as lawyers do. Do you -not think it equally good to sway men as -clergymen do? It is the lawyer’s business -to help men out of temporary difficulties. -It is the clergyman’s business<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> -to show men a better way: first to show -them their condition as sinners, then to -tell them of the precious Saviour who -died to redeem them, and who will not -only save them from temporary difficulties, -but raise them to an eternity of -happiness. Is there any thing more glorious -than this, Marston?”</p> - -<p>“I hardly know, sir. It has always -seemed to me I should like to be a lawyer. -Yet it must be pleasant, as you -say, to make people better.”</p> - -<p>“I hope you will always think so, -Marston,” and Mr. Kirby gathered some -wild flowers. “They will remind us of -the walk. Flowers have the happy power -of always calling our best thoughts to the -surface.”</p> - -<p>“It would seem your best thoughts -are always there, Mr. Kirby.”</p> - -<p>“On the contrary, my best thoughts -are sometimes out of sight entirely. I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span> -have to be very watchful over myself. -I am too readily given to despondency, -and not willing to trust and be bright -and cheerful when it looks dark and lowering.”</p> - -<p>“Is it our duty always to be bright -and glad?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“I think so, Marston.”</p> - -<p>“But if every thing goes wrong with -us?”</p> - -<p>“Every thing cannot go wrong with -us, if we love and trust the Saviour, for -he has said that all things shall work together -for our good.”</p> - -<p>“That is what mother used to say. I -always wondered how she could.”</p> - -<p>“Because she trusted him, and this -trust made her cheerful and happy.”</p> - -<p>“If we go to the top,” I ventured to -say, “we must be going;” and again the -dry moss rustled beneath our feet. We -had not gone far before dark clouds began<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> -to scud over the sky, portending a -sudden storm.</p> - -<p>“Had we not better return?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“We are much nearer the top than -the bottom of the mountain,” said Mr. -Kirby. “If a storm should come, it -would reach us before we could get half -way down. You are not afraid of a -storm, Marston.”</p> - -<p>“Not of mere rain; but this is no place -as to the wind, to say nothing of thunder -and lightning.”</p> - -<p>“All these are in His keeping. We -are the objects of his love.” He had -hardly finished speaking, when a fearful -gale swept down the mountain, and nearly -bore us away with it. The rain quickly -followed, while the thunder was startling, -with its quick, sharp reports, then -rolling along in one continued roar till -lost in the distance.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus054.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span>“This will not last long,” said Mr. -Kirby, and took shelter under a great -rock, drawing me after him. How long -we stood there I hardly know, for the -dense mass of black clouds floating so -near us, carried swiftly by the winds, -rolling and unrolling their rugged edges, -fringed with the lurid glare, was the -most fascinating spectacle that I had ever -witnessed.</p> - -<p>After explaining to me the different -strata of the atmosphere and some of the -causes of this sudden change in the clouds, -Mr. Kirby spoke of that great day of -storm and dread, when there would be -some to cry for the mountains to cover -them from the wrath of the Lamb, and -others to whom He would be as the shelter -of a great rock.</p> - -<p>Then we stepped out from under the -rock. The shower was over, and we -again advanced. For a time the ascent -was more precipitous than any that we<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span> -had met before, while the wet boughs, -brushing against our faces, would have -seriously disturbed a less persevering -spirit than Mr. Kirby’s.</p> - -<p>Among the remembrances of that day -were the tiny pools and cascades, filled -to overflowing during the shower. Then -there were spots of soft green beds of -beautiful moss, and short, steep acclivities, -such as would hardly afford footing -for the chamois or gazelle.</p> - -<p>At length we stood at the top. Here, -on the very summit of the mountain, -was a lovely little lake, its water clear -as crystal, where the clouds could see -their beauty reflected without comment -or obstruction.</p> - -<p>How proud and happy I felt. The -work was done. I had often looked up, -but never before attempted going to the -top. Once decided upon, it was done. -Would it be as easy with every thing else?</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span>Scarcely had we turned from the lake, -when the sun came out, rolling up the -floating mists into wool-like drapery of -clouds, revealing a panorama of surpassing -grandeur.</p> - -<p>Beneath us lay a succession of hills, -shelving down to the valley, while further -in the distance were green fields, -with farm-houses looking hardly bigger -than mole-hills, with the river winding -on to the ocean like a long blue thread; -and the ocean itself, whose boundary I -could not define, was an object of strange -wonder to me. Ignorant as I was, I -could not understand the strong emotion -that thrilled me, depriving me entirely -of the power of speech.</p> - -<p>“How beautiful He hath made them -all;” and Mr. Kirby lifted his hat, and -stood uncovered, awed by the glorious -majesty around him. As I looked at -him, I felt a still stronger yearning for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span> -something higher and nobler. That hour, -I am persuaded, was a turning-point in -my life. New hopes fluttered into being; -new resolves were registered; new purposes -were to be maintained; and a -strong confidence was born within me, -that the Lord would not leave me desolate.</p> - -<p>Mr. Kirby talked of God’s exceeding -great love, and how he never turned any -away, even the poorest and weakest, -that might call upon him for aid. He -also told me several wonderful things of -the mountains, and the transformation -continually going on in them; and then -of Hugh Miller, and the ways by which -he had achieved his great work.</p> - -<p>It surprises me now, when I think how -much was crowded into that one day. -It was to me like a new revelation; the -very air was full of a new life; I breathed -freer than I had done for months. A<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span> -new path was opening, and I felt strong -to tread where others had gone before—others -as poor and friendless as I was. -Oh that we could always keep ourselves -on the mountain heights of faith and -hope.</p> - -<p>With Mr. Kirby near to prompt and -encourage me, I forgot my ragged clothes -and rimless hat, and that my shoes were -old and patched—forgot, or rather did -not know, that to become learned as he -was would require years of time and a -great deal of money, a commodity that I -knew little about. My heart was light -and buoyant. I thought I could do it, -and hope began to trill a measure that -was henceforth to ring on all through -my life.</p> - -<p>The sudden shower had rendered fresh -and green each leaf and flower, while the -bright sun-rays had transmuted the drops -to brilliant diamonds, suspended in lavish<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span> -profusion from tree and shrub, catching -and reflecting its light in countless -forms of splendor.</p> - -<p>Just then a wren flew out of a thicket, -and settled on a low spray just in our -path. With a sweep of my hand I could -have reached the fearless little songster, -fresh, bright, glad, offering its tribute to -the Creator.</p> - -<p>“Shall not we thank him too?” said -Mr. Kirby; and suiting the action to the -word, he knelt, and placing one hand -upon my bowed head, implored God, for -Christ’s sake, to have compassion upon -me, to make me a child of God, to forgive -my sins, and to give me a teachable -spirit, that I might be willing to be -led, and might, through the influence of -his grace, grow up to be a good and useful -man.</p> - -<p>This was the first time that anybody -had ever prayed alone with me, save<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span> -my mother; and it brought her so forcibly -before me, that I could not keep -down the sobs.</p> - -<p>Going home, I asked Mr. Kirby if we -should ever see him again.</p> - -<p>“It is not probable,” he answered. -“It is very possible that I may be sent -abroad; and if so, we may never meet -again; but whether we meet or not, I -shall think of you, Marston, and pray -that we may both live so as to meet in -heaven.”</p> - -<p>Jennie saw us coming, and bounded -over the brook that ran at the back of the -house and across the pasture to meet us, -breaking out into a glad welcome, telling -us that she had finished the book, and -nearly hemmed the handkerchief. “Here -it is,” holding it up for inspection.</p> - -<p>“Very well done,” said Mr. Kirby, -shaking it out, and examining it attentively. -“Now, my little friends, I want<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span> -you both to remember this day. It may -be the last chance I shall have to speak -to you alone. Do your duty wherever -you are. Let your first question be, Is -it right? and then never turn back, nor -be discouraged. Do this, and you will -advance, just as we did in climbing the -mountain to-day, one step at a time; so -by one act of duty at a time, one good -purpose well carried out, success will follow.” -Then putting his hand on each of -our heads, “Give your hearts to Christ -now; love and serve him. Wherever I -go, I shall think of you, and shall hope -you are workers for him, let your surroundings -be what they may.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus062.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">III.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Full</span> of my new resolves, I went about -my evening’s work, followed closely by -Jennie, telling me all the time about her -book. While listening to the charming -story, I forgot, and put brindle into the -black cow’s place. No sooner done, than -Mr. Jeffries, who had a quick eye, sent -me spinning across the stable floor, and -Jennie into the house and up to her attic, -where I found her an hour afterwards, -with tears still on her cheeks.</p> - -<p>“Don’t cry about it, Jennie;” and I -drew up a little rocking-chair I had made -for her out of an old one, and took her in -my arms. “It was careless in me; I -should have seen what I was about.”</p> - -<p>“He said afterwards it would not have -been much matter if the cattle had remained<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span> -so all night. Oh, if we only had -a home, like other children, Marston. I -wonder why we haven’t;” and she nestled -her brown head on my shoulder, -and tried hard not to sob any more. -Just then a sharp voice came up from -the kitchen, and for once I felt like resisting. -I was tired, my work was all -done, and I sat quite still, holding Jennie -tightly. Again and again the call.</p> - -<p>“We must go, brother; Mr. Kirby -said we must do what we have to do -well, and then God will open a path for -us. I do hope he will; don’t you?” -Kissing my angry cheek, she put away -her book, and ran down the narrow stairs. -Brushing off the tears, I followed as -quickly as possible.</p> - -<p>“You’ve forgotten your wood, boy; -this comes of reading books. If you -don’t quit it, you can’t stay here, I can -tell you;” and Mr. Jeffries stormed till<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span> -he was tired, and then walked into the -bar-room.</p> - -<p>“Don’t mind his being cross, Marston,” -said Mrs. Jeffries soothingly; “he’s -not quite himself to-night; to-morrow -he’ll be sorry.”</p> - -<p>Tired as I was at bedtime I could -not sleep, the day had been so pleasant -notwithstanding the fatigue. I had listened -to Mr. Kirby, and thought it would -be easy to be good; and then he had -prayed that I might be led. But before -my work was done I had become angry -and cross, and half questioning God’s -goodness because Jennie and I had not a -home, with some one to love and take -care of us.</p> - -<p>I went to the window where I could -see the distant hills, the very mountain -the top of which we had reached by continued -effort. “Nothing is gained without -labor,” Mr. Kirby had said. How<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span> -easy it would be to do right, I thought, -if we could always live with such people; -and I looked up to the stars twinkling to -each other in their beauty.</p> - -<p>My heart was full, and yearned for -sympathy; and to comfort myself, I went -back and lived the cheering scenes of -my life over again—calling up every -word and look of my dear mother, then -all Mr. Brisbane had said, and now Mr. -Kirby, and my books, of which I could -count several.</p> - -<p>In going up the mountain Mr. Kirby -had often caused me to look behind me, -in that way getting an idea of the ascent -we were really making. So in looking -over the past I could see that I had -made some advance, and insensibly my -thoughts grew clearer. Again I looked -up to the heavens; but I knew but little -of God’s love. His precious promise was -to me then a sealed voice. Still, there<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> -was a feeling of quiet stole over me, something -that spoke comfort, for I went to -sleep.</p> - -<p>The next morning Mr. Kirby left, and -I had so much to do, and so many calling -upon me at once, that I had no time -to tell him what I had resolved to tell -him, namely, how forgetful I had been, -and what a passionate feeling had swept -over me. I meant to try and do better, -but I had no time to tell him.</p> - -<p>“Do right, Marston, and study all you -can,” had been his last words. Mr. Jeffries -was very kind, and as if to make -amends for the last night, gave me an -hour to myself after dinner. Taking our -books, Jennie followed me to a flat rock -under a gnarled apple-tree, and on a -broken slate I pored over my sums, while -she studied geography. Then I heard -her lesson, and she questioned me in -arithmetic; for with less instruction she<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span> -was further advanced than I was. After -that, we read the book Mr. Kirby had -given her. It was a simple, unvarnished -sketch of every-day life, with allusions -that I could understand, and experiences -so like my own that more than once -I stopped to dry my eyes.</p> - -<p>We had just finished, and were talking -it over, when who should come across -the garden but our father? We had not -seen him in a good while, and there was -something so kind in his look and manner, -that we started at once to meet -him.</p> - -<p>“So you have not quite forgotten me,” -he said, as Jennie kissed him and I clung -to his hand.</p> - -<p>“We can never do that, pa.” He sat -down on the rock and held us to him, -with his arms close around us.</p> - -<p>“Are you willing to come home, Marston? -You are getting to be a large<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span> -boy, and can help me now; and I am -going to try to do better.”</p> - -<p>Had it not been for my new mother I -should have jumped at the idea of going -with my father; but when I thought of -her my heart struggled against it. Again -Mr. Kirby’s words came to my mind: -“Do right, Marston.” Something told -me it was right, if my father was trying -to make a better man, to help him. So -I answered resolutely,</p> - -<p>“If you think it best, father; but I -want to go to school, and do something -better by and by.”</p> - -<p>“That is what I want you to do, my -son; and I will try and help you.”</p> - -<p>He was sober, and spoke so kindly, we -both cried when he kissed us good-by, -and said he knew he had not been as -good to us as he ought to have been since -we had no mother. Dear father, it was -a long time since we had seen him so<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span> -kind; and it was to be a still longer time -before we should see him so kind again.</p> - -<p>“You will come down to-morrow night, -children.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, father.”</p> - -<p>This arrangement did not suit Mr. Jeffries; -but he said nothing against it, while -his wife shook her head. “The same old -story; it will be as bad as ever in a -week,” she said to herself.</p> - -<p>The next day, the last we stayed at the -Jeffries’, a traveller presented me with a -book entitled “Self Helps,” and never a -miser rejoiced more over his treasure -than I did when I caught sight of its contents. -So there had been hosts of poor -boys trying just as I was for something -better; and at last they found it; so -should I.</p> - -<p>At sunset Jennie and I walked back -to our old home. Our new mother received -us kindly, and the baby crowed<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> -and clapped his hands, seeming to regard -us as old acquaintances.</p> - -<p>The days and weeks passed, and it was -the middle of autumn. There was a little -corn to be gathered, and a few potatoes -to be dug; but father’s good promises -had all vanished. He was not cross, -neither did he often scold, but he stayed -from home; and when he was there, he -was too stupid to care for any of us.</p> - -<p>Winter came, and I attended a school -nearly a mile from us; but this time we -had no such friend as Charles Brisbane. -The teacher seemed to know that we were -poor and miserable; and when I went -in late, as I almost always did, he was -sure to give me a sharp reprimand. In -vain it was to rise at four o’clock: there -was fire to make, there were paths to -shovel, the cow to milk, and breakfast to -get; for my new mother would not rise -until the room was warm, and this in our<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span> -house could not be till the fire had been -burning a good while.</p> - -<p>Poor little Jennie had to stay at home -entirely. Still she studied, and Miss -Grimshaw out of the kindness of her -heart sent us each a slate for her Christmas -present. Never were more acceptable -gifts, and I question if any Christmas -since has brought us more pleasure, -brightened as it was by two new -slates.</p> - -<p>The winter proved to be unusually -severe; the snow deeper than for years. -We managed to live, how I hardly know. -There was plenty of wood that could be -had for the cutting; but I had not sufficient -strength to accomplish much in this -way, and had to content myself with -drawing up fallen timber, and branches -that the wind had scattered. Towards -spring, father was gone more than ever, -sometimes not coming home till late at<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> -night; and then not till Jennie and I had -taken the lantern and gone down to the -village after him.</p> - -<p>One night he was later than usual; -the day had been unusually bleak, a -heavy snow-storm setting in before noon, -and by sunset we could hardly wade -through it. Ten o’clock, and our mother -for the first time grew uneasy; the baby -was asleep; she left Jennie to rock the -cradle, and giving me the lantern, we -started for the village.</p> - -<p>We had not made half the distance -before we were covered with such a thick -mantle of snow as to render it necessary -to stop and shake ourselves; but my -step-mother had a resolute will, when -she chose to put it in force. In vain I -counselled her to return, and let me go -alone; finding she could not be persuaded, -I waded through, making as good a -path as possible, holding up my lantern<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span> -so that father could see it if he was really -on the way.</p> - -<p>It was twelve o’clock when we reached -the village; the lights were nearly all -out, only one room was open, and that -was the fatal one that tempted him so -often from home.</p> - -<p>“No, your father is not here,” they -said in answer to my inquiries. “He -started for home before night. It is such -a terrible storm, he may have stopped on -the way.”</p> - -<p>“More likely that he has fallen in the -snow,” said mother; “it is frightfully -cold, and the wind is drifting it in -heaps.”</p> - -<p>There were few words spoken as we -went back. The storm had somewhat -subsided, and far as the eye could reach -spread out before us one mass of fleecy -whiteness.</p> - -<p>How our hearts thrilled, and then<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span> -stood still, as we passed an eminence -where the snow lay high and uneven: -under that white covering father might -be buried.</p> - -<p>“Here is an uneven track,” and mother -pointed to a pile of snow at the foot -of the hill, and very near our own door. -I held up the lantern, but for a moment -could not move onward. So near us, and -still we had gone so far! Nerving myself -at last, I followed the steps, now filled -with snow, but still perceptible.</p> - -<p>It was as we feared. He had started -for home, and had reached the foot of the -hill, when he fell, too chilled or too insensible -to rise.</p> - -<p>Oh the agony of that night! He was -our father, and deeply as he had erred, -we loved him. Such a terrible death, -and we knew not where to look for comfort.</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">IV.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Jennie</span> and I were alone now, for our -new mother had taken her babe and gone -back to her parents. What could we do? -I thought of others who had worked out -of just such extremities, and resolved that -I would seek employment, but not of Mr. -Jeffries.</p> - -<p>So making myself as tidy as possible, -and curling Jennie’s hair over my fingers -as I had seen my own mother do, we shut -the door of our mountain home, and walked -resolutely down to the village. Sure -of success, I kept Jennie laughing as I -portrayed the future in glowing colors, -telling her of all that I would do, and the -pretty home that I would make of my -own, where we would always live together, -with plenty of books and flowers—her<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span> -sweet blue eyes looking up with such -a glad earnestness.</p> - -<p>“It will be better than the story in -the book, wont it?”</p> - -<p>Our first call was on Miss Grimshaw. -She was a milliner in the village, and her -one shop window was full of pictures of -highly dressed women, whose feathers, -bonnets, and flowers made a great impression -upon her customers, to say nothing -of the awe Jennie and I felt in the -presence of such magnificence.</p> - -<p>Miss Grimshaw received us very cordially; -and when I told her we wanted -work together, she shook her head.</p> - -<p>After thinking a while, she said with -sincere tenderness, “Jennie had better -stay with me. She is too delicate to do -heavy work; I will give her a light task, -and let her have several hours to study -every day: and it is very probable that -you can find employment in the village;<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span> -so it will not be much of a separation.”</p> - -<p>It was soon settled that Jennie should -remain with Miss Grimshaw; and I went -to look out for myself elsewhere. Fortunately -the grocer who lived directly opposite -wanted a boy; and after examining -me a little in arithmetic, and also asking -me to write his name and my own, he -finally said,</p> - -<p>“You may try, although I will not -promise to keep you a single day.”</p> - -<p>Every little village has its great man; -and the village of Claverton, nestled at -the foot of the green hills, was not without -its rich man, Esquire Clavers being -the original proprietor from whom it took -its name.</p> - -<p>He was a little wiry man, with sparkling -eyes and a hooked nose, spare thin -hair, and whiskers thickly sprinkled -with grey, and a voice that sounded<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span> -any thing but musical, especially to the -poor.</p> - -<p>Very precise in his toilet was Esquire -Clavers; his linen was always unexceptionable, -his watch chain of the largest -dimensions, and from it dangled a massive -seal and gold key, while his gold-headed -cane seemed almost a part of himself, for -never was he seen without it. He lived -in a two-story yellow house at the head of -the principal street, and the people looked -up to him with a deferential air given to -no other person, not even the minister.</p> - -<p>Mr. Willett, the grocery keeper, was -the next on the list; and it not unfrequently -happened, as his front shop was -the largest one in town, that it proved -the rendezvous for politicians and news-mongers—Esquire -Clavers being of course -the main speaker in the assembly, and -the oracle in matters of opinion in all -Claverton.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span>It was spring, but not yet sufficiently -warm to do without fires; accordingly -there was a trio around the stove the -very morning I commenced my work.</p> - -<p>“I see you’ve got a new boy,” said -Jared Peat the tailor.</p> - -<p>“On trial just,” answered Mr. Willett.</p> - -<p>“Not of much account, I’ll venture; a -chip of the old block,” continued Jared.</p> - -<p>“Smart as a steel-trap,” said Esquire -Clavers, “but altogether too fine notions -in his head. If a boy would be any thing, -he must work for it. It’s of no use -trying to work and study too; one or the -other will be done badly. Jeffries was -telling me of his being there; he could -hardly take a horse to water without -having a book along to read while the -horse was drinking. For my part, I -wouldn’t give him his salt if he works in -that manner.” Esquire Clavers had said -it, and of course I should find little time<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span> -for books so long as I should be in Mr. -Willett’s employ.</p> - -<p>I had heard that Esquire Clavers had -once been poor, and I could not but ask -myself, Has he forgotten? or was it not -so dark and hard to him as it is to me?</p> - -<p>Presently a customer asked for molasses, -and I went into the back room to -draw it, Mr. Willett hastening after me.</p> - -<p>“You should not fill the measure quite -full, boy.”</p> - -<p>“She asked for a quart, sir;” and I -looked up, feeling sure he had not understood, -as I held but a quart measure.</p> - -<p>“I know, but we never fill it quite -full; it might run over, you know; and -when you stop it, see that not a drop is -lost.”</p> - -<p>He walked about, apparently finding -something to do, but in reality watching -me. I saw the direction of his eye; and -filling my measure, with care that it did<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span> -not run over, and that not a drop was -lost, I emptied it into the poor woman’s -jug.</p> - -<p>“Never stop to drain it; make quick -work; somebody else will want you;” -and I followed him into the front room.</p> - -<p>“I see he gives good measure,” Mr. -Willett said to Jared Peat as he resumed -his place at the fire.</p> - -<p>“Oh yes, such people are always honest.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know about that,” answered -Esquire Clavers. “His father was an -honest man, though open-handed and -generous, and I have heard say was at -one time a gentleman. It’s a pity he -drank so.”</p> - -<p>They did not seem to mind me at all, -and still I felt pleased, although saddened, -to hear my father called an honest -man, and that at one time he had -been in better circumstances. Thus<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span> -thinking, and wishing that I knew more -of his early life, I leaned against the -counter, and weighed and tied up sundry -packages; for this was, Mr. Willett -said, my first work, to tie packages handsomely.</p> - -<p>On the day went. My hands were -not idle, yet not unfrequently I found my -thoughts straying into the future. The -vision loomed up with a sudden brightness, -a path tending onward in spite of -difficulties and temptations.</p> - -<p>I did not know what trials would rise -up from unseen places, what snares and -pitfalls where the flowers grew brightest. -But I remembered Mr. Kirby had said, -as he climbed the mountain, “One step -at a time; and so in life. Do what you -have to do well, and God will open a -path to something better.”</p> - -<p>Little did I then see what He was to -do for me; little did I then understand<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span> -my duty to him; but I thought of him, -and felt a certain sense of reliance, a feeling -of security, which I have since vainly -endeavored to understand.</p> - -<p>Near sunset, and just as I was balancing -the question, wishing and still fearing -to ask Mr. Willett’s permission to -study in the evening, Jennie came in, -her bright, happy face looking still prettier -in a light blue sun-bonnet that Miss -Grimshaw had given her. I had only -time for a kiss when she asked for Mr. -Willett. I showed her to his desk, when -she stepped forward and laid a tiny note -before him. I saw that his face lit up -with a glad surprise, and his eyes sparkled -with pleasure as he laid it down.</p> - -<p>“Yes, tell her I’ll come.” I afterwards -discovered it was an invitation to -tea. Mr. Willett was a devoted admirer, -and the little milliner held his heart -as he did his purse, tightly. What was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span> -said I never knew; but the next morning -Mr. Willett said if I was faithful and -did my work well, I could study every -evening with Jennie, and Miss Grimshaw -would hear our lessons.</p> - -<p>That night was an era in my life, and -very happy and hopeful was I as I -crossed the street to the little side door -Jennie had told me to enter. Here I -found a comfortable room, a round table -in the centre of the floor, with our two -slates, an arithmetic, and geography; for -Jennie had every thing in readiness, including -a tallow candle in a white porcelain -holder, the bottom shaped like a -leaf, which Jennie thought was a marvel -of beauty. In the corner was seated -grandma Grimshaw, a stately looking -woman with silver hair combed low on -the forehead, white muslin cap with long -embroidered tabs, and spectacles.</p> - -<p>“And this is Marston,” said she, taking<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span> -my hand as I came in. “I’ve heard -Eliza speak of you as a good boy. She -used to know your ma;” and soon Miss -Grimshaw came out of the front room, -laid her hand on my head, and said,</p> - -<p>“You shall study two hours if you -like, and then I will hear your lesson.” -I tried to stammer out my thanks, but -something choked down my words. “That -is nothing, Marston. I used to want to -study, but I had no chance. I like to -read, and I am familiar with arithmetic; -I can help you there as well as any one;” -and she was gone.</p> - -<p>“Eliza don’t get much time,” said her -mother; “but she likes to help others; -and she used to think so much of your -mother.”</p> - -<p>Brushing away the tears that would -come at the mention of my mother, I -turned to my slate. The first three rules -I could understand perfectly, but long<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span> -division troubled me. I was sure to -make some mistake that would require -me to go over and over again, and not -unfrequently did I feel inclined to throw -it aside. But one look at my “Self -Helps,” and I worked away as resolutely -as ever.</p> - -<p>At nine Miss Grimshaw came in, heard -Jennie’s lesson in geography, then questioned -me in arithmetic, and explained -till the difficulties had all vanished. Then -we read for half an hour; at the expiration -of which she shut our books.</p> - -<p>“I promised Mr. Willett you should -be there five minutes before ten.”</p> - -<p>“This is better than the boy in the -book,” said Jennie, reaching up on tiptoe -to kiss me good-night.</p> - -<p>It had been a busy day and evening, -and I was tired. Still I had made some -advance, and at this rate it would not be -long before I should master arithmetic.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span> -I slept in a little back room; but weary -as I was, I could not at once quiet my -thoughts; so I lay and watched one little -star as it stole across my window, -and wondered if my mother could know -how and where I was, and that I did try -to care for Jennie, although we could not -sleep under the same roof.</p> - -<p>As spring came forward, the ordinary -business of the day remained quite the -same, but how many pleasant things I -had to think of. Long division did not -trouble me any more, neither did fractions; -I was beginning to understand -interest, and my handwriting had much -improved. There was also a sensible -difference in my outward appearance, -and Jennie grew in loveliness each day. -How proud I was of that little sister; -and never did we go to church or Sabbath-school, -but I wondered if mother -could know it.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span>When the summer heats were on us -there was less to do, and sometimes I -got a walk with Jennie among the hills. -A year had made a great difference with -both of us, while the mountain was just -the same; and we often thought of our -last walk there, and of dear Mr. Kirby.</p> - -<p>“If he could only know how kind -Miss Grimshaw is to us,” said Jennie. -“It is God that puts it into her heart, -isn’t it? and not for our sakes, but for -Christ’s sake. I used to think it was for -mother’s sake; but Christ died for us.”</p> - -<p>Dear little comforter; her heart was -full of sweet thoughts, while I was ambitious -for her; and this, together with -Mr. Kirby’s words, kept me from being -gloomy and desponding when I fancied -Mr. Willett was impatient or exacting: -“Do your work well, and God will open -a path to something better.” This gave -me courage and strength; so that while<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span> -I worked in the present, I lived in the -future.</p> - -<p>One day I was sent to Esquire Clavers’ -with a basket of groceries he had ordered. -As I went up the walk, Frank, his oldest -son, a boy of about my own age, was on -the piazza, a spot embowered in roses -and honeysuckles, reading; a little girl -in a blue lawn dress, with long golden -curls framing her face like a picture, -reclined near him, her head resting on -the neck of a large Newfoundland dog. -From the open window the pleasant -tones of a piano floated out on the air, -and involuntarily I stopped to listen. -Frank looked up, and seeing me, came -down the avenue to meet me.</p> - -<p>“What have you here? Oh, teas and -things for mother. Do you like music? -Come, go in and hear sister play.”</p> - -<p>“I should be glad to,” I answered, -“but I was told to return immediately.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span>“Five minutes wont be missed; come -in.”</p> - -<p>“Not now, Frank,” for I thought of -what Mr. Kirby had said; and handing -my basket to the servant, I took up -Frank’s book.</p> - -<p>“What is this?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“Latin,” he answered; “and a grand -old language it is;” and he began reading -aloud.</p> - -<p>“Where do you go to school?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“To the Rockdale academy. Have -you never heard of it? It is vacation -now. We shall commence again in September. -Oh, we have great times there. -I wish you would join us; you’d like the -boys: some of them study, and some are -up to all sorts of fun.”</p> - -<p>“I wish I could go,” I answered musingly.</p> - -<p>“Well, why can’t you? it’s only four -miles from here.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span>I did not dare stay another moment; -and taking my basket, I turned, with a -hasty good-by to Frank. Since the vacation -commenced, he had visited the -grocery almost every day, and very fond -he seemed of all sports and amusements.</p> - -<p>This boy has a home, I said to myself -sadly, and parents to watch over him; -he does not have to look after himself; -and his little sister is no better than -Jennie; and again I dared to question -why Frank Clavers had so much, and -we were so destitute. But whatever -feelings swayed me for the moment, the -controlling idea was still the same: “Do -what you do well, and God will open a -path.”</p> - -<p>Even then God was preparing a surprise -that would melt me into tears. -For several days Miss Grimshaw had -been saying that I was getting all she -knew of arithmetic; and when September<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span> -came, she surprised me by asking -how I would like to go to the Rockdale -academy.</p> - -<p>“Oh, so much, Miss Grimshaw; but it -is four miles from here, and—”</p> - -<p>“It is only three miles by the river -road, which is by far the pleasantest. -Three miles is not such a long walk for -a boy like you.”</p> - -<p>“Oh no, Miss Grimshaw; but you -forget there is no school at night.”</p> - -<p>“You are not going at night, but in the -morning early;” and my white face, as -she told me afterwards, frightened her -into exclaiming at once,</p> - -<p>“Mrs. Jeffries says that she will board -you; that is, she will send me enough -during the winter of such things as we -need to pay the expense of your board; -and you are to go to Rockdale.”</p> - -<p>I had no words, and Jennie seated herself -on my knee, and kissed away the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span> -tears. “I am so glad, brother; I only -wish I could go too.”</p> - -<p>“The walk is entirely too long for -Jennie,” said Miss Grimshaw, who overheard -the last remark; “but you can -help her some, and in this way she will -advance nearly as well as though at -school all the time.”</p> - -<p>“We shall get on very nicely. I cannot -sufficiently thank you, Miss Grimshaw.”</p> - -<p>“It is not all my work, Marston. Mrs. -Jeffries had quite as much to do with it; -she is anxious that you should both go to -school.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus094.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">V.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">A great</span> day it was when I started for -the academy. With the amount received -from Mr. Willett, Miss Grimshaw had -provided me with a neat outfit, and also -had enough left for a few new books.</p> - -<p>“I used to have a little brother,” said -Miss Grimshaw as we set out; for the -night previous, she had announced her -intention of going with me. “Had Johnny -lived, he would have been about your -own age. We always intended to send -him to college; for he loved books.”</p> - -<p>But it was not a morning to be sad. -A soft hazy atmosphere floated around -us, and softened into beauty the distant -landscape. The hills stretching away -northward loomed up through their blue -veil with almost the majesty of mountain<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span> -ranges; the green of the pines on -their crests, and the ragged lines of the -wood which marked the courses of the -descending ravines, were dimmed and -robbed of their gloom. The valley was -still fresh, and the great oaks by the -brook had not yet shed all their tawny -leaves. A moist and fragrant odor of -decay pervaded the air, and the soft -south wind occasionally stealing along -the valley seemed to blow the sombre -colors of the landscape into long-continued -waves of brightness.</p> - -<p>The hills, curving rapidly to the eastward, -rose abruptly from the meadows -in a succession of terraces, the lowest of -which was faced with a wall of dark rock, -in horizontal strata, but almost concealed -from view by the tall forest-trees which -grew at the base.</p> - -<p>The brook, issuing from a glen which -descended from the lofty upland region,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span> -poured itself headlong from the brink of -the rocky steep, a glittering silver thread. -Seen through the hazy atmosphere, its -narrow white column seemed to stand -motionless between the pines, and its -mellowed mist to roll from some region -beyond the hills.</p> - -<p>“We shall see Rockdale presently,” -said Miss Grimshaw. “I am sorry now -that I did not let Jennie come. I did -not think the walk would be so beautiful, -and I was afraid it would make her -sick.”</p> - -<p>“If you are willing, I would like to -have her take this walk some time; it -would please her so much; neither do I -think it would tire her. We have both -been accustomed to long walks. I have -been to the top of the highest point, and -Jennie was familiar with almost every -rock about Mrs. Jeffries’.”</p> - -<p>“She shall come,” continued Miss<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span> -Grimshaw. “But there’s the academy. -It used to be only a private dwelling; -but the owner died, and Mr. Harlan, our -minister then, thought it would be a good -place for a school. Terryville, just beyond, -is much larger than our village, -and most of the boys board there.”</p> - -<p>By this time we were near the house, -a white two-story building, with a broad -veranda looking southward from the last -low shelf of the hills, with an ample -school-room in the rear, and grounds -fitted up with arbors, rustic seats, swings, -and all the paraphernalia of school life. -The avenue by which we approached was -lined with maples, and on our advance -we passed clumps of lilacs and snowballs. -But the house itself, with its heavy windows -and flagged walk before the door, -was just the same as before, Miss Grimshaw -said. A few bunches of asters -nodded their welcome, and the chrysanthemums<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span> -on the borders stood as erect -as though school-boys never passed them. -We had reached the porch before Mr. -Harlan saw us.</p> - -<p>“And this is Marston Howe,” he said, -after greeting Miss Grimshaw with marked -kindness. “I am glad to see you, -Marston; they tell me that you are fond -of books, and determined to study. Is -that so?”</p> - -<p>“I shall do my best, sir,” was all that -I could say, while it seemed that his eyes -would look me through.</p> - -<p>“It will be a long walk, Mr. Harlan,” -Miss Grimshaw observed when she rose -to leave. “I should have been glad on -many accounts could Marston have boarded -here; but for the present we could -not arrange it so.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, as for that matter, the walk will -do him good; the harder one studies, the -more exercise he should have. It will<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span> -deprive him of companionship, save his -books; but perhaps that will prove no -loss. It is a delightful walk. I make -the trip sometimes, and always return -well paid for the trouble. I am only -sorry I have so few pupils from your village. -Frank Clavers boards here, and -goes home on Friday.”</p> - -<p>When Miss Grimshaw had gone, Mr. -Harlan led the way into a large room -where several boys and girls were studying. -Taking his seat at the desk, he -motioned me near him, and began questioning -me closely in arithmetic and -geography. When he had finished, he -gave me a lesson in Latin grammar, and -then seated me at his right hand, and -by the side of another pupil, almost man -grown, whom he called Lovell.</p> - -<p>He then rung his desk-bell, and through -the several doors came pupils from the -recitation rooms; another touch of the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span> -bell, and others went out. There was -no voice, no confusion; it was done with -the order and precision of clock-work.</p> - -<p>Twelve o’clock, and then such a buzz -and whirr in the school-room I could -neither see nor think. Soon Frank Clavers -came with a noisy welcome, and led -me out to see a new swing he had just -been improvising, introducing me first -to one and then to another.</p> - -<p>“But you’ll know them soon enough, -Marston. I only wish you boarded in -the house; such capital times as we have. -Fridays I go home. I am glad you are -here to go with me.”</p> - -<p>“But you do not walk, and I do all -the time.”</p> - -<p>“No matter. I have my pony sent -down, and they can just as well send -another. But say, whom do you sit -with?”</p> - -<p>“Mr. Harlan called him Lovell.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span>“Lovell! why, he’s the very best -scholar in school; poor though; going to -be a minister;” and Frank ran on: -“There goes the dinner-bell. What have -you for dinner, Marston?”</p> - -<p>“I shall take my dinner after I get -home,” I answered.</p> - -<p>“Too bad; I wish you would board -here. Why not?”</p> - -<p>“I’m too poor, Frank; I am glad to -come on any terms.”</p> - -<p>There was a sudden dropping of balls -and jumping from swings, and a general -scudding across the grounds. I walked -around to the south side, and seated myself -in an arbor heavily laden with vines.</p> - -<p>It had seemed to me delightful to study -Latin; but the grammar, now that I had -it in my hand, was altogether a different -thing. I thought of the mountain. We -had gone to the top by the simple effort -of one step at a time.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span>“We are all climbers,” Mr. Kirby had -said. Studying Latin could be done in -the same manner as we scaled the mountain, -with one step at a time. Before I -went home at night my lesson was recited.</p> - -<p>“Very well for the first day,” said -Mr. Harlan. “Perseverance and energy -are all that is necessary. You like to -study, and I trust you like to do what -you do well. Make thorough work; -understand what you go over. The great -fault with our scholars is, they are superficial. -It will require time to accomplish -all you desire; but with the right effort -it can be done. Make haste, but make -haste slowly.”</p> - -<p>Owing to my long walk, and my not -having any recitation the first hour, Mr. -Harlan did not oblige me to come in -before ten; and I was also privileged to -leave at three. This would give me some -time to help Jennie; and for myself, I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span> -knew I should study better in Miss Grimshaw’s -little back parlor than in the large -school-room at Rockdale.</p> - -<p>Returning home, I had just reached -the point where the narrow white line of -a brook became visible, when Jennie -bounded up the pathway, her round -cheeks all aglow, her blue sun-bonnet -thrown back, and the sunshine playing -with the loose meshes of her hair. She -could hardly steady her voice, so eager -was she to know of the day.</p> - -<p>“Tell me all about it, brother. Miss -Grimshaw said Rockdale was such a -lovely place. Oh, I am sure it cannot -be more beautiful there than it is here. -Are there any little girls that go to the -school? Did you see any to-day; and -are there any so small as I am?”</p> - -<p>“I did not see any so small as you -are, Jennie.”</p> - -<p>“Oh dear, I do so wish I could go<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span> -with you. Don’t you think I could walk -easily?”</p> - -<p>“Not every day, Jennie; and besides, -we are going to study in the evening, -you know; and what I learn at school I -will teach you at home.”</p> - -<p>“Will you? Oh, that is so good;” -and she clung to my hand, this little sister -that my mother had said I must love -and care for. Then she drew me down -to the brook, its waters leaping over the -stones with a gurgling music, like the -trill of a laughing child; the sunshine -glinting through the pines and climbing -up the bank to our feet.</p> - -<p>It was a scene of peculiar beauty, and -dear Jennie enjoyed it with a keen relish. -I tried, but could not enter into -the same sense of enjoyment. To tell -the truth, I was weary, perhaps hungry, -and my new book did not seem to me -quite as easy as I expected to find it.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span>Then I recollected that, in climbing -the mountain, the object was not accomplished -by one effort, but by a succession -of continued struggles. It was by pressing -through the undergrowth, catching -hold of the cliff, going around the rocks, -creeping where it was impossible to walk, -yet advancing steadily all the time, that -the ascent was made. Mr. Kirby had -told me it would be just so in my studies; -and I looked above me into the -bright blue sky, and thought of the -prayer offered in that jewelled dell—the -prayer that I might be led by God’s -Spirit, guarded and guided by his grace, -and that a path might open for me. It -had opened thus far; and was not this -in answer to Mr. Kirby’s prayer and my -mother’s supplications? and again I resolved -to use my time wisely.</p> - -<p>The oak grows stronger by the very -winds that toss its boughs; so the heart,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span> -from the burdens that apparently weigh -it down, gathers new power to soar above -the mists of gloom and discontent.</p> - -<p>“You have not noticed my book,” I -said at length, holding out my Latin -grammar; “and besides, you forget that -I have not been to dinner.”</p> - -<p>“It is so pleasant here, brother; don’t -it rest you?” and her arms were twined -about my neck.</p> - -<p>“Yes; but my lesson for to-morrow -will require all my time,” I answered.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Willett came to see us to-day,” -said Jennie as we went home. “He -spoke kindly of you, and said he supposed -you would not want to come back -after you had been to the academy; but -if you did, there would be a place for -you; and he told Miss Grimshaw that if -you needed books, he would get them -for you. He said a good deal more.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps he would rather you would<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span> -not repeat it all. Did he know that you -heard?”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes. It is not wrong to tell what -he said before me, is it?”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps not; but Mr. Kirby said -that we should not fall into the habit of -repeating what people say, unless necessary -to do so; that in this way much -scandal is floated about, which, had it -not been repeated, would have died out -immediately.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, brother, I did not mean to say -any thing wrong.”</p> - -<p>“Neither have you, Jennie. I thought -at first you probably overheard him. -There is surely no harm in repeating to -me simply what he said before you, especially -when he spoke so kindly.”</p> - -<p>That night there was a happy meeting -in Miss Grimshaw’s back parlor. Mrs. -Jeffries came down with her first instalment -of eatables on my account; and she<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span> -met us so warmly, taking Jennie on her -knee, and asking me all the little minutiæ -of school life.</p> - -<p>“You think you will like, then?” and -she played with my hair in a motherly -way.</p> - -<p>“The only fear is, that I shall have to -stop before I have half accomplished my -desire.”</p> - -<p>“One step at a time,” said Miss Grimshaw, -while Jennie was so tired with her -long walk and the unusual excitement of -the day, that she went to sleep with her -head on my shoulder, in the very effort -of trying to master a new lesson.</p> - -<p>Friday came, and true to his promise, -Frank Clavers ordered two horses in -the room of one. It was a glorious afternoon, -and as we leaped into the saddle, -I felt a pride in being able to rein in and -manage my horse handsomely. He was -a fine-spirited animal, that Esquire Clavers<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span> -kept for his own use. It was to -oblige Frank, of course, that I was permitted -this little indulgence.</p> - -<p>Riding was the only thing perhaps -that I could do well, and this I had -learned at Mr. Jeffries’, and I knew that -here I was superior to the other boys. -So with a questionable pride I cantered -round the grounds, and raised my cap as -I passed the young ladies at the window. -I enjoyed, as I never had done before, -the idea of doing something well; and I -have since learned, what I did not know -then, that skill in horsemanship is considered -by all no mean accomplishment.</p> - -<p>“That was handsomely done,” said -Frank. “Pray where did you learn to -ride so well?”</p> - -<p>“You never knew perhaps that I lived -two years with Mr. Jeffries. My business -was to assist in the stable. It was -there I learned to ride.”</p> - - - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus111.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span>What a race we had down the street, -and how Frank’s gay laugh resounded -through the valley.</p> - -<p>“This is something to look forward to, -Marston,” said he as we reined up at his -own door. “I have never seen Hunter -carry himself better. It’s all because -you know how to ride. Next week we’ll -have just such another ride. It’s glorious.”</p> - -<p>“I have enjoyed it intensely,” I answered, -while a secret sense of shame -crept over me at the idea of being puffed -up because I could ride, when in my -books I knew so very little; and for that -evening I studied harder because of my -foolishness.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus113.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">VI.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Autumn</span> had run up her banner of -red and gold, and under the spreading -folds I had walked every day to Rockdale, -and as steadily as the week came -round rode home with Frank Clavers on -Friday, until Hunter came to know me -quite as well as his master. Still, after -the first ride, I had never felt the same -degree of satisfaction. To ride well no -longer seemed to me such a desirable -acquisition. To master my Latin as -readily was now my ambition, and to -this I bent all my energies.</p> - -<p>As the winter deepened, the walk to -Rockdale proved as bleak as before it -had been delightful, and the north winds, -sweeping down through the mountain -gorges, made my cheeks and ears tingle.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span> -Still I could not afford to lose a day. -Frank was to stay three years, and then -four more in college; but Frank Clavers’ -father was rich, and I was dependent -upon my own toil.</p> - -<p>As I looked forward, for the first time -one night I yielded to despondency; my -book closed, and my head fell forward -on the casement. Far above, the bright -stars were shining. It was His hand -that sustained them. He prescribed -their courses, and kept them within their -limits; and although I did not understand -how, I still felt that his watch and -care was over me; and with this feeling -came strength.</p> - -<p>Looking back, as we did in going up -the mountain, I could feel that I had -accomplished much; and still it was so -little of what I craved. I needed to be -again reminded that it was by one step -at a time that the summit was reached;<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span> -and that, had I stood at the foot of the -mountain and attempted to leap up by a -few great efforts, it would never have -been done.</p> - -<p>My class-mates were boys accustomed -to school life, and still I knew that some -of them hardly looked in their books till -they came to recite. At first I thought -Mr. Harlan was to blame; they came to -study, and they ought to be made to do -so. Still, I have since found it is not an -easy matter to compel pupils to do what -they do not wish to do, what they will -not do cheerfully. Doubtless he did all -that he could to incite them to study; -and this failing, he allowed them to drift -on, hoping perhaps they would in time -wake up to the responsibility of wisely -improving their time and opportunities.</p> - -<p>Another advantage I had gained at -Mr. Jeffries’ was to be seen in my declamation. -To stimulate my memory, I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span> -had learned nearly the whole of my -English Reader by heart, and these lessons -I had been in the habit of repeating -to the servants in the kitchen, and sometimes, -if I had a moment’s leisure, to -myself in the stable. It was in the latter -place that Mr. Jeffries had surprised -me, the mention of which he often made, -sure of a laugh at my expense, and over -which I grew extremely sensitive. As -declamation was a regular weekly exercise -in school, I soon found that the habit -had been of great use to me; not only -could I readily commit to memory, but -there was no feeling of timidity, and I -could speak before others without a -thought of myself, leaving me free to -profit by the suggestions of my teacher.</p> - -<p>Prominent in the memory of those -days is my long daily walk, with its frequent -concomitants of deep snows, leaden -skies, and bitter winds. One day when<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span> -the cold was at its height, Miss Grimshaw -went to the door with me, and -urged me not to think of going to Rockdale. -I had just begun to translate, and -one of my sentences troubled me till rest -seemed impossible; I must go. Neither -could I look for a ride, as grandma suggested. -Action was necessary; and buttoning -my coat closely, I told her I could -easily go, the sun would soon make an -impression. “It is not half as severe as -some days last week.”</p> - -<p>Accordingly I started; but before I -left the village I was obliged to stop repeating -my lesson aloud; my teeth chattered -and my ears were tingling. I tried -to run, but the stiff frozen snow would -not allow of this extra effort. A half -mile from town I met Dr. Graham.</p> - -<p>“It is too cold to go to Rockdale to-day, -Marston;” and he opened his buffalo -robes and offered me a seat.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span>“Thank you, Dr. Graham,” I answered -as well as my chattering teeth would -allow, “it wont be any worse; I can get -there.” Again he tried to turn me; but -no, I must recite my lesson, and I needed -explanations; I felt that I could not -wait another day.</p> - -<p>On I went, the wind rushing and roaring -through the leafless branches of the -trees. I rubbed my ears with my mittens, -while my feet were so numb I could -hardly walk. Midway I began to fear -that I should actually perish. Should I -go back, or should I go on? I glanced -at the mountain, with the proud consciousness -that I had been to the top. -“Never give up,” Mr. Kirby said. It -was my duty to go to school. I had -started; I would go.</p> - -<p>I gave one glance at the marble column -of the waterfall, with its sculptured -ridges and diamond points, the feathery<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span> -spray caught up and congealed, standing -out in bold relief against the clear blue -sky, more beautiful than art could ever -hope to imitate. It was worth a great -effort to look upon such a winter picture -and I sprang forward with renewed energy, -trying to forget my numbed feet -and frozen fingers.</p> - -<p>It was harder than I had imagined, -however. All the tales I have since -read of suffering on account of cold, seem -only a dim outline of what I then experienced. -As I left the hollow I met -Philip Allen with his wood-sled. He -had a small load, and was going home -as fast as he could goad on his oxen.</p> - -<p>“I never saw such a day as this,” said -Philip; “you had better get on to the -sled.”</p> - -<p>“I should freeze standing still,” I answered. -“I must go on now;” and I -began to feel sorry that I had started.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span> -It was indeed a terrible day. My father -had fallen in the snow. What if it should -be my fate too?</p> - -<p>“Never give up,” said I to myself, -and I felt that I should like to have Mr. -Kirby know that I was trying. At length -I became aware of a new sensation stealing -over me: it was with difficulty I -could put one foot before the other; the -beauty was fading out of the sky; I -only wished to lie down in the snow. I -forgot that I was going to school; strange -shapes floated round me, while strains -of sweet music soothed and quieted me. -I was no longer cold, but, lapped in a -delicious dream, seemed to be floating -towards a palace of dazzling splendor.</p> - -<p>The next that I remember, I was in a -nice warm room. It was not the school-room, -although Mr. and Mrs. Harlan -stood beside me. My coat was off, and -the good woman was rubbing my hands<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span> -in her own. Then I saw there were -others present, and that not only my -hands, but my whole body had been -rubbed vigorously. I was suffering a -terrible stinging pain.</p> - -<p>“Drink this,” said Mrs. Harlan, as a -bowl of hot tea was handed me; “it will -help you to get warm.” More to please -her than from any other feeling, I drained -it off, and ere long felt a genial glow -through all my members.</p> - -<p>Seeing that the danger was over, Mr. -Harlan went to the school-room; and at -noon all the boys and some of the girls -crowded around me. Such a crying and -shaking of hands! And then I learned -how near to death I had come.</p> - -<p>Jerry, the Irish man of all work, had -seen me stagger along, and finally fall. -His kind Irish heart told him at once it -was the cold, and springing down the -road, he carried me in his arms to the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span> -kitchen, from which Mrs. Harlan had me -taken at once to her own room.</p> - -<p>“To think of your coming to school -such a day, when we that live in the -house can hardly study at all,” said -Henry Alden. Robert Lovell, however, -said, “I can understand it: you could -not have stayed at home, had you tried. -I went one winter nearly as far; but it -was not so cold; neither was the snow so -deep as this winter.”</p> - -<p>I recited my lesson in Mrs. Harlan’s -room; and it seemed to me Mr. Harlan -was never so kind before. He gave me -all the explanations that I needed, and -in such a manner that I understood perfectly.</p> - -<p>“I trust we shall not have another -such a day; but if we do, you must not -expose yourself in this way again. Promise -me;” and he took both my hands. -“It is too great a risk.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span>“If you say so,” I answered; “but I -shall not like to stay at home.”</p> - -<p>“You will study, and I shall not mark -you as absent without cause.”</p> - -<p>As I was taking my books and making -ready to start for home, Mr. Harlan said,</p> - -<p>“Jerry will take you home in his -sleigh; he has an errand down, and it -wont trouble him at all.”</p> - -<p>Mrs. Harlan brought out a pair of fur -mittens and slipped over mine, and got -me a large grey shawl that protected me -entirely.</p> - -<p>“You need not return them,” said the -sweet-voiced woman; “I have been -looking all winter for somebody that -needed them.” She shook me warmly -by the hand, and Mr. Harlan saw me -down to the sleigh.</p> - -<p>“No right effort is ever lost, Marston; -you aim to do what you do well and -faithfully, and God will open a path for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span> -you when he sees that you can do something -better, depend upon it, my son. -Thank him for sparing your life, and -devote it to his service.”</p> - -<p>The buffalo robe was nicely tucked -around me, and the grey shawl pulled -over my head; and feeling for my books, -to make sure that I had them, we started.</p> - -<p>“Niver saw the like of such a day,” -said Jerry. “If I had not seen you in the -morning— It was about ten you fell.” -Again I shuddered, and thought of my -poor dead father, as near our home as I -was to the academy; and in that blinding -storm we failed to see him.</p> - -<p>The next day was Saturday; and as I -sat in Miss Grimshaw’s back room, petted -a little more than usual by Jennie -and grandma, I thought of Mr. Harlan’s -words, “No right effort is ever lost.” -And it seemed that I could hear again -Mr. Kirby’s voice, “Whatever you do,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span> -do well, and God will open a path to -something better.” Since then they have -come to me often in characters of light, -to brighten my darkest hours. They have -helped me labor on. When my heart -was sore with heaviness, they have aided -me in adhering to the right in despite of -ridicule and temptation.</p> - -<p>“No right effort is ever lost.” “Do -what you do well, and God will open a -path to you, when he sees that you can -do something better.” Bind the sentiment -to your heart, if you are a patient -climber, and take courage. But I had -not yet found the way to the Source of -all strength, nor learned the secret of the -only true and noble life.</p> - -<p>At the close of the term, in February, -we had an examination. This was new -to me, and caused me no little uneasiness. -I had never been through with -such a day, and as a matter of course I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span> -felt not a little frightened at the idea of -being questioned before such a crowd as -the boys told me always came. Mr. and -Mrs. Harlan were very kind and patient -teachers, and I was so fresh and new in -my studies, that I trembled in view of -the blunders I felt sure I should make -before strangers and critics.</p> - -<p>“All Terryville will be here,” said -Henry Alden; “but then you need not -mind: you are the best one we have in -arithmetic, and history too; and as for -your Latin, why you are only a beginner; -they wont expect much; and in declamation -you know you will take the lead.”</p> - -<p>“But I have never spoken before so -many.”</p> - -<p>“That’s nothing; you’ll get accustomed -to it in a few times. We don’t -mind it a feather. It a’n’t half of them -that know.”</p> - -<p>The day came. Miss Grimshaw and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span> -Jennie rode with Mr. Willett in a nice -sleigh, with a double set of bells. Then -there was Mr. Farnham and Mr. Wentworth, -ministers from Terryville, with -Dr. Graham and Dr. Stiles, and several -grey-haired men with gold-bowed glasses -and ivory-headed canes, and with books -in their hands, evidently ready to criticize -closely.</p> - -<p>“That’s the way they always do,” -said Henry; “but if you could peep -over their shoulders, ten chances to one -their books are wrong side up.”</p> - -<p>Calm and composed, Henry Alden -made his comments. He was an amiable, -kindly-disposed lad, but caring nothing -for study. Still he managed to get -along, and examination-days had no terrors -for him. His easy, nonchalant air -surprised me, and still more the light -opinion he had formed of the learning of -some of the visitors.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span>Around the sides of the room sat the -ladies from Terryville; but to me there -was no face that looked kinder than Miss -Grimshaw’s, no beauty that began to -equal my little sister Jennie’s.</p> - -<p>At eleven o’clock the class that had -finished arithmetic were called. I felt -the blood rushing over me at fever heat, -my fingers tingling, and my cheeks burning. -Mr. Farnham questioned us, giving -examples to each. The first sum he -gave me was in interest, the second in the -cube root. I did not tremble from fear -that I could not do the examples, as I -knew perfectly well there was not a sum -in the book I could not do; but I wanted -to do it easily, handsomely, and in order. -I gave a quick glance to Jennie, and the -calm expression of the sweet face swept -away all trepidation. I crossed the platform, -and took up the crayon. Never -was I more collected; I forgot there<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span> -were others in the room; I only saw -Jennie, and I knew by the expression -of her quiet face that she expected me -to do well. She would be disappointed -if I failed. I would not fail. There was -no reason why I should.</p> - -<p>The example was on the board, and I -stood with pointer in hand ready for explanation. -Contrary to my expectation, -my voice did not tremble; and when I -finished, I was prouder than I have ever -been since.</p> - -<p>Then followed algebra, as far as we -had gone.</p> - -<p>“It is well done,” said Mr. Wentworth -with a pleasant smile. “Such examples -make boys think; and when once they -begin to think, then they begin to learn -in reality. Perhaps you sometimes wonder -why such and such examples were put -into the algebra; you can see no use in -them, except to puzzle you. I will tell<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span> -you. It is to make you deep, earnest -thinkers. Boys that can think about their -sums, solve their problems, and explain -them readily, can also think about something -else. That is why you study algebra, -and that is why you are drilled so -thoroughly in Latin and Greek. It is to -make you think patiently, and so learn -to overcome difficulties. Learn to think -then, and never give up because you do -not understand what practical use it is -to be to you.”</p> - -<p>And as this was the last lesson on the -programme, he took occasion to tell us -the grand incentive to all this labor was -because God had given us minds of untold -worth; that these minds were to live -for ever, and the more we acquired, so -much the more should we be able to understand -the works of the Creator, so -much better should we be able to discharge -the duties incumbent upon us, so<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span> -much better able to work for Him who -has given us these minds, who has so -liberally endowed us with all these wonderful -attributes of the soul. And he -urged us all to remember our Creator in -the days of our youth, to give our hearts -to him when young, that we might be led -and guarded by him along life’s pathway.</p> - -<p>This made me think of Mr. Kirby. -“Do good men all talk alike?” asked -Jennie, as soon as the bell struck for -recess.</p> - -<p>After dinner, which we took with Mr. -and Mrs. Harlan, we were again marched -into the school-room, and examined -closely in Latin. As beginners we came -first, and I was surprised that we received -so much praise, expecting as a matter -of course that this would only be awarded -the advanced classes; but Mr. Wentworth -said,</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span>“The foundation is the chief thing. -Once well grounded in the rudiments, -and the rest is sure. Here is where the -work is to be done.”</p> - -<p>At night Dr. Graham shook hands -with us kindly, and said that he thought -our village was well represented. Frank -Clavers had been sick for a few weeks, -and obliged to stay at home. Still, his -class had well sustained themselves, and -Frank had always been at the head. Mr. -Farnham and Mr. Wentworth were particularly -kind, and Jennie could hardly -contain herself as we rode home.</p> - -<p>“It was better a great deal than the -boy in the book; he broke down several -times, and you did not fail once,” and -she slid her mittened hand into mine.</p> - -<p>“Fail! I guess he didn’t,” cried Mr. -Willett. “Why, he came out the best -there. It was no bad thing his being -with me last summer; nothing like practice<span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span> -for a boy;” and Mr. Willett enjoyed -with evident satisfaction the idea that -whatever knowledge I had of mathematics -was based on the practice I had in his -grocery.</p> - -<p>It had not been specified how long I was -to remain at Rockdale. “Till spring,” -Miss Grimshaw said; but whether that -meant April or May was to me uncertain. -What was my surprise, however, when -May came and I asked if I was not to -stop, and she answered, “The term is so -nearly out it would be a pity for you to -leave. I have spoken to Mr. Harlan -about it, and he wishes you to remain; -you must work hard enough in vacation -to make up for it.”</p> - -<p>The term closed in June, and then -there was a final examination of a week. -Frank Clavers was again with us, and as -usual at the head of his class.</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">VII.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">By</span> the mass of school-boys, vacation is -hailed not only as a respite from study, -but also as a time to indulge in that -“dolce far niente” life<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> so refreshing after -months of prolonged effort. Not so in my -case. I must not take advantage of Miss -Grimshaw’s kindness, nor encroach too -far on the benevolence of Mrs. Jeffries. -Through their goodness I had been enabled -to finish the term, and now I must -work as faithfully as I had studied.</p> - -<p>As there was little to do in the grocery -and Mr. Willett already had a boy, I -thought best to try the farmers. True, I -knew little of haying or harvesting; but I -was strong, and willing to do my best.</p> - -<p>The next day after school closed I set<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[130]</span> -out to find employment. Mr. Cosgrove at -the Corners was the first one to whom I -applied.</p> - -<p>“No; you have been to school for the -year; of course that has spoiled you for -labor.”</p> - -<p>“But mine has not been an easy life, -Mr. Cosgrove. I walked three miles to the -academy and back every day. I can -work just as well, for all that?”</p> - -<p>“No, indeed; books spoil every one -for work. There never was a better boy -than Farley Steadman, till he took it into -his head to go to college; and now I -would not let him drive a cart through a -pair of bars. He don’t know any thing; -it has just spoiled him;” and the old man -drove the nail into the fence he was -strengthening, with more force than -usual.</p> - -<p>“Do you know of any one, Mr. Cosgrove, -likely to want help?”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[131]</span>“Why, yes, every one wants help if -he can get it; I do, but I don’t want -school-boys.”</p> - -<p>I walked away not a little disconcerted. -To get work would, I thought, be an -easy matter. I had never for one moment -supposed my going to school would -be the least drawback. The next place -was Mr. Colton’s; he had just engaged -all the help he would need for the summer. -“Farmer White on the hill might -hire you,” he said; so I trudged off to -farmer White’s. “No, I have rented my -farm, and keep no one myself.”</p> - -<p>What to do I hardly knew; I had -walked all the morning, and was tired. -Besides, I did not know of any one else -that would be likely to want extra help -for the summer.</p> - -<p>“There’s Mr. Wyman at the Cross,” -said farmer White; “I shouldn’t wonder -if he might want you. You can try<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span> -him; he is a mighty fine man, and his -wife is a good Christian woman.”</p> - -<p>I started for Mr. Wyman’s. It was -five miles from Mr. White’s, and the hot -June sun was pouring down his strongest -beams. I walked fast, but I could not -help thinking; and almost before I was -aware, I seemed to feel the visible presence -of Mr. Kirby, to hear again the -prayer he made in the mountain temple. -I remembered too that he had told me -how much distressed he was when the -doctor first told him to go into the mountains. -He had laid out his summer’s -work, and was not willing to leave it. -Days passed; he grew worse, and again -his physician advised him to spend a few -weeks among the hills. “I called it so -much waste time,” he said—“time in -which I could do nothing for myself, or -for others. Yet it has not proved so.”</p> - -<p>No, I knew it had not, for it was his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span> -constant aim to serve his heavenly Father, -and if he had for a time left his -work in one place, still he labored for -souls wherever he was; consequently his -daily life among the hills blossomed into -sweet charities which would ripen into -sweeter fruit.</p> - -<p>What did I not owe him? Jennie too -had remembered his words, and studied -the little Bible he gave her, first because -he had given it, and afterwards because -its teachings responded to her spirit’s -need. It is hardly possible for one to be -a constant reader of that blessed book -without a marked effect on heart and life. -The diligent student of the Bible will -have his tastes refined, his affections -made more pure, his aspirations elevated, -and his whole moral and mental tone -immeasurably exalted. I could see this -in Jennie, and I trusted there was something -of the like in my own case. But<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span> -as yet I knew nothing of the pardoning -love of the Redeemer.</p> - -<p>I gained the brow of the hill from which -I could see Mr. Wyman’s house, and look -down on the rich field of grain waving in -the sunlight. Every thing had a fresh, -tidy appearance, and spoke of good management -on the part of Mr. Wyman. -Looking along the road, I saw a boy of -my own size coming leisurely along; and -as he approached I saw it was Ezra Metcalf, -a lad that I had seen in Claverton.</p> - -<p>“A long time since I have seen you, -Ezra,” I said as he came up. “Are you -going to the village?”</p> - -<p>“Yes; I can’t stand it any longer. -Old Wyman is so cross there’s no doing -any thing with him. It is work, work, -work; and when I would think it was all -done, he’d send me into the house to -wait on his wife.”</p> - -<p>“Men hire boys to work,” I answered.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span>“Yes; but all the time is a little too -much. Rain or shine, it made no difference. -It seemed to be all that he thought -of, to get as much work out of me as he -could.”</p> - -<p>I listened to his statement without any -misgiving, and when he had finished, I -told him of my purpose to ask Mr. Wyman -for work.</p> - -<p>“You had better not, if you want -any flesh left on your bones,” he answered.</p> - -<p>I bade him good-by, and we walked -on, each his own way.</p> - -<p>I found Mr. Wyman in his field hoeing -corn. He did not stop as I came up -and made known my errand.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I want a smart, go-ahead kind -of boy; one who knows how work should -be done, and will do it faithfully, whether -I am by or not, if I could only find -one of that sort.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span>“Will you try me, Mr. Wyman?”</p> - -<p>“Have you ever worked on a farm?”</p> - -<p>“No, sir; but I am willing to work, -and I think I could do whatever there is -to be done.”</p> - -<p>“What have you been doing for the -last year?”</p> - -<p>“I have studied at the Rockdale -academy.”</p> - -<p>“What is your name?”</p> - -<p>“Marston Howe.”</p> - -<p>“Marston Howe! I have heard Mr. -Farnham speak of you as a good scholar. -If you work as you study, I will take -you.”</p> - -<p>“I shall aim to do so, Mr. Wyman.”</p> - -<p>“Let me see you hoe;” and he rested -a moment.</p> - -<p>“That’s right, thrust your hoe deep; -in that way you cut off the roots, and -they will not be apt to sprout again; -while if you hoe lightly, you only clip<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span> -off the tops, and after the first rain they -will be quite as bad as they are now.”</p> - -<p>It was new work to me. I went to -bed at night tired as I never was before -in my life; and but for the remembrance -of Mr. Kirby, I doubt if I should have -had courage to commence anew in the -morning. But life is something more -than sleeping and eating. It is the maturing -into noble deeds, the consciousness -of mental power, the exercise of -that power in heroic self-conquest, and -in doing good to others. I thought of -this as I arose and looked up to the -mountain we had once climbed. There -it stood clearly defined against the calm, -pure sky, its sides radiant with golden -light that had not yet reached the valley. -The noble manhood that Mr. Kirby exemplified -must be sought with tireless -footsteps and self-sacrificing heart.</p> - -<p>The farmer was out as I came down.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span>“So you did not oversleep yourself,” -said he as he bade me good-morning.</p> - -<p>“I did not rise as early as usual this -morning, Mr. Wyman; hoeing is new -business. I shall get accustomed to it, -and can sleep just as well after it as after -any thing else, I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“It is hard work, and so is every thing -else. Some people make play out of it, -but that is not my way. I was brought -up to think that any thing that was worth -doing at all, was worth doing well.”</p> - -<p>There was no lack of work at Mr. -Wyman’s, neither was it always the same -thing. Sometimes I felt like murmuring -when, after a hard day’s work in the -field, I was obliged to take the horses to -the blacksmith’s, or carry corn to the -mill, mend fences, or do something else -of like nature. Mr. Wyman did not -hold to sitting still. There were no idle -moments, all were filled up; and when<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span> -night came, I was so tired that I fell -asleep without so much as a verse in my -Bible.</p> - -<p>Then haying came on; and while the -hands swung their scythes with an easy -grace that I tried in vain to imitate, it -fell to my part to do the raking. There -was something so sweet and fragrant -about the new-mown hay, that I enjoyed -haying much better than hoeing.</p> - -<p>Once Jennie came to see me in the -hay-field, and her dimpled face lit up -with excess of joy as she tossed the clover -and chased the butterflies, her heart -full of sweet-springing thoughts. Resting -a few moments on the hay, with her -glad blue eyes looking up into the sky, -she said a few hearty words about God’s -love in opening up a path to us. Young -as she was, she was beginning to feel the -sweet influence of his Spirit in her heart, -inciting her to love and serve him, believing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span> -that his promises were sure, and -that he would never leave nor forsake her.</p> - -<p>Sweet little comforter; she hardly -knew from what her words often saved -me, desponding as I not unfrequently -was, and inclined to go back instead of -forward, feeling tempted to half do my -work, and never dream of any thing -more than present comfort.</p> - -<p>Coming to me in my need, repeating -the words Mr. Kirby had spoken, going -over with her Sabbath-school hymns and -texts, she reminded me more and more -of our sainted mother, and stimulated me -more than words can tell to make use of -every means in my power to get good -and do good. Thus my evil thoughts -did not gain the ascendency; and by continual -striving I grew to enjoy my labor -as my study, doing both with a will and -determination to succeed.</p> - -<p>Every Saturday I walked five miles,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[141]</span> -for the purpose of hearing Jennie’s weekly -lesson and walking to church with her -on the Sabbath.</p> - -<p>“Do not forget the Sabbath,” had -been one of the last injunctions of my -dear mother; and when tempted, as I -often was, to stay from church or from -Sabbath-school because I was tired, or -my dress was old and patched, or to read -and study since I had so little time in the -week, the thought of transgressing against -her wish, rather than because it was a -positive command of God, has often led -me to his house, trying to cultivate a -proper spirit on his holy day. And now -that I have learned more of his law and -of the wonderful plan of redemption for -a guilty world, I bless his great name -that I was early inclined to keep his Sabbath. -Let me ask any little boy or girl -who is trying to be a climber, to remember -the Sabbath; not to think idle,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[142]</span> -foolish, wicked thoughts, neither to make -companions of those who are accustomed -to doing this; but reading God’s word, -thinking of his love, listening to his servants, -and praying for the indwelling of -his Spirit.</p> - -<p>The Sabbath before the fall term of -the academy was to commence, Mr. Harlan -preached at Claverton. His text -was, “The entrance of thy word giveth -light; it giveth understanding unto the -simple.” He spoke of light as the great -vivifier, the life-giving principle, the -beautifier. It paints the leaf of the lily -and the rose, veins the violet, and tinges -the varied landscape with beauty. Without -sunlight the visual scope would be -limited, and the beautiful around us -would fail to awaken our interest.</p> - -<p>Before the Creator uttered that great -fiat, “Let there be light,” darkness was -upon the face of the great deep; all matter<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[143]</span> -was in a circumfused mass, no ray of -light to penetrate the gloom; and when -there was light, it presented the earth -without form and void. But when the -sun was set in the firmament of heaven, -then the earth brought forth grass, herbs, -trees, and flowers; even the angels were -charmed with its beauty, and the morning -stars sang together for joy.</p> - -<p>So without the Lord Jesus Christ, who -is the great light of the moral firmament, -all the light man has can only present a -world without form, void of all beauty -and all good; and it is only so far as “the -Day-spring from on high has visited us, -to give light to them that sit in darkness -and in the shadow of death,” that the -moral earth begins to shoot forth the -choicest plants and to produce the richest -fruits, so that the sons of God shout -for joy and heaven rings with anthems -of praise.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[144]</span>The Scriptures set forth the birth of -Christ under the figure of the rising sun. -How glorious is this figure! When the -heart drinks in the beauty of his words, -when the light of his countenance shines -upon the repentant soul, what a flood of -rapture thrills the entire being! Christ -is to us what the sun is to the material -world, the dispenser of light, life, and -joy.</p> - -<p>We have seen vegetables growing in -corners or cellars, pale and delicate, -creeping feebly towards a ray of light -that penetrated some small crevice, like -beings in distress stretching out their -hands for help. Like those delicate and -sickly plants, watching eagerly every -ray of light, feeling their way through -the darkness, hoping to find some opening -that would lead out into a world of -beauty, is often the experience of the -individual Christian. Religion is not a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[145]</span> -thing of gloom and clouds. It is a lamp, -a light, a sun; the very thing to cheer a -desolate heart, and to brighten still more -a cheerful, happy spirit.</p> - -<p>“That was what made Mr. Kirby so -good and happy, wasn’t it?” said Jennie -as we went home.</p> - -<p>“And Mr. Brisbane,” I continued. “I -often wondered how he could be so happy -when he was always suffering.”</p> - -<p>It had always been a habit since we -had been with Miss Grimshaw to repeat -as much of the sermon as we could to -grandma, as we called Miss Grimshaw’s -mother. This morning the sermon was -easy to remember; and when we finished -the poor woman took off her spectacles, -and wiped the tears from her -wrinkled face. She was one of God’s -chosen ones; but her life had been darkened -with much sorrow. Of eight children, -she had buried all but one. Still<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[146]</span> -was she uniformly cheerful and happy. -A simple untaught woman, her understanding -had been developed by the reading -of His word, and his precious promises -were familiar utterances in her humble -home.</p> - -<p>Monday morning I rose early; the dew-drops -sparkling on the grass, and the -birds filling the trees with music. Jennie -walked through the village and beyond -the mill with me. Stopping to say good-by, -we heard a noise of distress, and a -fluttering of wings in a thicket near the -roadside.</p> - -<p>Jennie was attracted at once, her loving -heart responsive to the agony of the -fluttering birds. On careful inspection, -we found two little birdlings on the -ground. They had fallen out of their -nest, and though able to hop a little, could -not fly.</p> - -<p>“Come, brother, put them back again,”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[147]</span> -and she held the little panting things, -while I parted the leaves and found the -nest, standing on tiptoe to put them in, -and then retreating a little distance to -see what the old ones would do.</p> - -<p>“Fallen out of their nest, just like us, -brother; but God will take care of us. -He has, and he will;” and she flung her -arms round my neck and kissed me -good-by, and I ran on as fast as I could.</p> - -<p>“Like birds fallen out of our nest.” -I thought of it till I reached Mr. Wyman’s. -I had lost a little time, for Jennie -could not walk as fast as I could. -Breakfast was nearly over; but Mr. Wyman -was not cross, and Mrs. Wyman -gave me a cup of coffee, and a plate filled -with what she had set away for me, -and for which my early walk had given -me a keen relish.</p> - -<p>The haying was over; but there was -grain to cut, and I took my sickle for the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[148]</span> -first time. All day my heart was light -and cheerful; I felt the influence of the -Sabbath rest, and I seemed continually -to hear Mr. Harlan’s text, “The entrance -of thy word giveth light; it giveth understanding -to the simple.” I resolved that -I would study my Bible; it should be to -me a daily friend and companion. Mr. -Kirby’s words too went ringing through -my brain: “Do what you do well, and -God will open a path where He sees that -you can do something better.” Then -Jennie and the birds came up again; -and thus with a continued succession of -pleasant thoughts, the day went happily -away.</p> - -<p>Mr. Wyman was kind, and more jovial -than usual; and after the evening meal, -when I had filled the buckets with water, -and helped Mrs. Wyman in the dairy, I -drew up my chair to the table and commenced -reading the weekly paper. Presently<span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[149]</span> -Mr. Wyman left his seat on the -porch, knocked the ashes from his pipe, -laid it on the mantel, and said,</p> - -<p>“Wife, have you told Marston what -Mr. Farnham said?”</p> - -<p>“I have not had time; you had best -tell him, papa.”</p> - -<p>I looked up in surprise. What had I -done now? Was it because I was a few -minutes behind time in the morning? -There was no room for conjecture. Taking -the arm-chair, Mr. Wyman began:</p> - -<p>“Have you any plans for the fall and -winter, Marston?”</p> - -<p>“I was hoping that you would need -me for the fall, Mr. Wyman; and in the -winter I should like to go to school,” I -answered with a choking voice.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Farnham was here Saturday -night, after you went to Claverton. He -spoke of you, and said that you was trying -to study, and hoped to go through<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[150]</span> -college. Do you really think of any -thing like this?”</p> - -<p>“If I can, Mr. Wyman, although I am -sometimes afraid it will take a long time. -I can only hope to go to school winters, -at least for several years.”</p> - -<p>“That is just what Mr. Farnham said, -and as we no longer have a boy to educate, -he made me more than half believe -that I ought to help you. He said that -you could nearly pay your board with -errands, and odd jobs for Mr. Harlan; -and I told him I would pay you wages -through this month and the next. So if -you want to go to school, you had better -begin Wednesday. The more one knows, -the better they may get along. Learn -all you can, and try and make a man. -Boys sometimes think their employers -have no hearts. There has not been a -day since you came here, in which I have -not remembered my Willie, and felt for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[151]</span> -you. I could have made your work -easier, but that would not be the way to -make you a prompt, useful, industrious -man.”</p> - -<p>My head bowed low while he spoke. -I wished that I could live over the past -months. I had tried; but there had been -many days when I had dragged on, working -because obliged to, yet not cheerful -and happy. So many resolves I had -made and broken; so many times felt -like running away, and hiding myself out -of sight and sound, longing to be free -from responsibility and from effort, and -then in a moment ashamed to think I -should so forget, should be so weak and -vacillating. Could I only live the vacation -over again, I would be more watchful, -more patient in trial.</p> - -<p>It is thus we ever feel, when we look -back. Yet do we always gain wisdom -from the retrospect? The future instead<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[152]</span> -of the past calls for our resolves, and the -wail of memory blending with the whispers -of conscience, should be our incentive -to a more useful life.</p> - -<p>But when Mrs. Wyman came in with -some nice new shirts that were once -Willie’s, and a handsome blue cloth -jacket, that “looked so like the dear -boy,” she said, I broke down entirely.</p> - -<p>“I do not deserve all this,” I said, -choking down the tears. She put her -hand on mine.</p> - -<p>“We give you these, Marston, to show -that we approve your effort. Mr. Farnham -told us how you went to school last -year. There were no obstacles you did -not overcome. A long walk twice a day, -with bitter, stinging cold, and still you -made no excuse. You have worked -faithfully during vacation, and Mr. Wyman -will let your wages run through the -next month. But you cannot go to school<span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[153]</span> -without clothes; we have no one to wear -them now;” and tears were on both of our -faces. “Here’s a cap, and boots too, that -were Willie’s. I shall be glad to see you -wear them. Willie loved books. He -would have gone to college, had he lived.”</p> - -<p>I could not answer; it was all so sudden, -so unexpected. I could look back -and see so many places where I had failed. -With a full heart I hurried up to -my room, thankful that I was to go to -school, that a path had opened; and resolving -anew that each moment should -be spent to the best advantage.</p> - -<p>How it would gladden Jennie’s heart. -“One step at a time,” she had whispered -to me so often; “Mr. Kirby said that -was enough for you to plan now. All -that you are required to do is the work -of the present hour, and then forward to -the next. You will do it yet, Marston, -I know you will.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span>Borne up on the encouragement of her -words, I felt that I should. It would -take years; but others had gone over the -ground, and I could do the same; and -with the thought of Mr. Kirby and Jennie, -I fell asleep.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus160.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[155]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">VIII.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was said by a celebrated divine, -“What we wish to be, that we become.” -And perhaps it is so; for when our Creator -allows a great longing to fill the -soul, in the wish itself lies the surest -pledge of its future realization. It was -thus with me in reference to going to -school. In addition to what Mrs. Wyman -had given me, Miss Grimshaw had -provided me an outfit, for it seemed she -had an inkling that I was to return in -September.</p> - -<p>I spent one night with Jennie, and -Wednesday found me at Rockdale. Mr. -Wyman had taken me over in his buggy: -he had business at Terryville, he said, -and would like to call at the academy; he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[156]</span> -used to know Mr. Harlan. Taking a kind -leave after a short call, he said,</p> - -<p>“When your money gives out, don’t -be afraid to call on me. You can pay -me when you get through, if you like. -If not, it will only be a trifle of what I -should have done for Willie.”</p> - -<p>This was the man whom I had often -called cold and unfeeling since that morning -on which I met Ezra Metcalf going -back to the village: no sympathy for a -young heart in its struggles, no encouragement -to give one trying to do right. -How my heart smote me now, as I stood -and watched him till he was out of sight; -and then I tried to concentrate all my -thoughts on my lesson.</p> - -<p>The first day of the term is always a -broken one. Lessons are laid out, but -not expected to be studied; new scholars -coming in, and old ones to greet. -Frank Clavers and Robert Lovell were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[157]</span> -delighted to have me back again, and -Robert drew me into the same old seat.</p> - -<p>“Not that,” said Mr. Harlan laughing. -“I look to you for assistance as well as -study. Pupils that I know I allow to sit -back; the seats near the desk are for -new-comers;” and together we went -down the aisle to the back seat.</p> - -<p>Robert Lovell did not board in the -academy. He was the only son of a -widowed mother, who lived in Terryville, -and he paid his tuition by teaching a -class of the smallest boys. Hence he was -looked upon as both teacher and pupil; -and his good sense and judicious bearing -won the entire regard of those with -whom he had to do. Of Scotch descent, -large and overgrown, he looked much -older than he really was. As a scholar, -he was deep rather than brilliant, with -a powerful memory, and fine appreciation -of the beautiful. He was studying<span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[158]</span> -for the ministry, and his heart was alive -to the importance of the work; but why -he gave me such marked demonstrations -of his friendship, I never knew; while for -him I soon felt a warmth of regard second -only to that given Mr. Kirby. Further -advanced in his studies, he was of -great assistance to me in my lessons—not -by helping with translations, solving -problems, etc., but telling me circumstances -connected with the time he was -studying such and such a book, what he -was obliged to do, his walks to school, -and the efforts he had to make; giving -me to see how small was my labor in -comparison with his, my self-denial nothing -like that he had known. Then drawing -his chair nearer, and taking my hand, -he would tell me the sweet story of the -cross, painting in such colors the matchless -purity and beauty of a life it was -ours to imitate, that I forgot myself and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[159]</span> -my books, and only saw the bleeding, -dying Saviour; only heard the sweet accents -of his love, “Come unto me.”</p> - -<p>I shall never forget the first Sabbath -at Rockdale. It did not seem that I -could be denied spending the day with -Jennie, and still Mr. Harlan had specified -that I was to remain there. Try as -I would, I rebelled not a little. Robert -Lovell came into my room, and seeing -my sorrowful face, asked the cause. I -told him of my little sister, my mother’s -charge concerning her, and that I could -not be happy if obliged to remain from -her over the Sabbath.</p> - -<p>“It is a great self-denial, I can see; -but if you have the right spirit, you do -not need to go to Claverton to spend Sunday -properly. God looks at the heart; -he sees all your love and devotion, and -he is not one to forget. You want an education; -through the kindness of friends,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[160]</span> -you are put in a position to help yourself. -This involves your being here at -your post all the time, and Saturday is -of course your busiest day.”</p> - -<p>“I know it, and I feel quite ashamed -of being so gloomy about it; but Jennie -will miss me at Sabbath-school.”</p> - -<p>“That is just what I came in for. I -want you to spend the Sabbath with me. -Mr. Farnham has given me a class of -boys about your age, and I should like -to have you with us. We study together. -I do not know so much more than they -do, but I am willing to do what I can, -and we shall improve in proportion as -we become interested in that blessed -book.”</p> - -<p>“So am I willing to do any thing,” I -answered. “I am sorry I have been so -fretful this morning. As you say, if I -have the right spirit, I can spend the -Sabbath here as well as in Claverton. I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[161]</span> -can think of Jennie as she sits in her little -room; and when we do meet, we can -compare our lessons and note our advancement -just as we do in our other -studies.”</p> - -<p>“Certainly; and remember that God -knows us, and approves not so much -what we have accomplished, as the effort -that we make. It is not what we give -that makes our offering acceptable, but -the spirit in which it is given; not what -we do, but the spirit in which it is done.”</p> - -<p>“I wish it was not such an effort to be -good. I do try.”</p> - -<p>“It is so to every one, Marston; you -are no exception. The more you read -and study the Bible, the more you will -learn that life is a continued warfare. -Good and great as St. Paul was, he felt -this more keenly than you do. The natural -heart is deceitful, depraved, and -desperately wicked; and even when renewed<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[162]</span> -by divine grace, still constant -watch and care are needed lest we fall -into temptation.”</p> - -<p>“Who then can be good?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“All those who lean upon the Saviour. -But so soon as we aim to walk by -ourselves, we are lost. You must do -this, Marston;” and Robert Lovell slid -his arm around me, and in the silence of -my own room, prayed with me as Mr. -Kirby had done, that I might become an -earnest follower of Christ; that I might -be willing to be taught of him; and that -now, in the morning of life, I might dedicate -both heart and life to his service.</p> - -<p>“This is what I want to do,” I said as -we rose from our knees; “but when I -try hardest, my thoughts will fly off to -something else, or hasty, impetuous feelings -will rush over me, and make me feel -there is no use in trying. Oh Robert, -you don’t know what a wicked boy I am.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[163]</span>“There is no good in ourselves, Marston. -It is all of His mercy. Go to the -Saviour just as you are, and ask his assistance, -his Spirit. He knows all your -temptations, all your weaknesses, and he -also knows all your efforts. Love and -trust him, and his Spirit will help you to -overcome. You will try to do this? say -that you will;” and he held me firmly by -the hand.</p> - -<p>“I will, Robert; I will.”</p> - -<p>Rockdale was less than half a mile -from Terryville. It had been Mr. Harlan’s -custom to have his pupils go to Mr. -Farnham’s church, leaving him free to -preach in the neighborhood adjacent. In -this way many were favored with the -preached word that would otherwise have -been deprived of it; and it is to be hoped -much good was done by thus scattering -the seed in out-of-the-way places.</p> - -<p>But while Mr. Harlan was doing all<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[164]</span> -the good he could, and Robert Lovell -was not unmindful of the work before -him, active in the double position of both -teacher and pupil, there were at Rockdale -other spirits quite as energetic in -another direction—boys that seemed to -have no idea of any thing beyond physical -enjoyment, to elude the teachers, -escape study, and “have a good time.” -This was the great end and aim of their -school life.</p> - -<p>As Robert Lovell’s home was at the -extreme part of the village, I did not see -as much of him as of some of the others; -and no doubt he thought me weak and -vacillating, contrasting as I sometimes -did the industrious, painstaking pupil -with the selfish, ease-loving one, who -seemed to get along just as well. Happy, -cheerful, fun-loving spirits, with plenty -of money to spend, and always ready for -a forage on watermelons or into the cakes<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[165]</span> -and pies in Mrs. Harlan’s pantry. Their -only concern was, not to be discovered. -Like the Spartan, they held it was no -harm to steal; the only disgrace was in -being discovered; every other consideration -was too trivial for a moment’s notice.</p> - -<p>“Such boys will not make men,” said -Robert Lovell. “Look in your ‘Self -Helps’—you will find no such examples.”</p> - -<p>After a while I had an opportunity to -go home, as I continued to call Miss -Grimshaw’s, more perhaps because Jennie -lived there than any thing else. All -the weeks that I had been at school, Jennie -had been studying; and that evening -she had much to tell me of her lessons, -many questions to ask, and explanations -to go over. She had taken up philosophy -and natural science; and her quick -understanding seemed to grasp easily<span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[166]</span> -what it had taken me a long time to -learn.</p> - -<p>“There is one exercise that you have,” -she said at tea, “that I should like very -much, and that is composition.”</p> - -<p>“Composition!” and I laughed heartily; -for the week before I had listened -to a knot of girls as they spoke particularly -of their dislike of this exercise -above all others.</p> - -<p>“If you desire to write compositions,” -I replied, trying to look grave, “I do not -see why you may not write them here. -I have to write them, and I try to do my -best. I can’t say how little I might do -if I was not obliged to do it.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but how am I to know if they -are correctly written?”</p> - -<p>“You can see that they are spelled -rightly, written and folded neatly. Put -your thought into the very best language -you have. The second time it will be<span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[167]</span> -easier than the first, and so on. Write -just as you would talk, easy, naturally, -and without effort. These are the rules -Mr. Harlan gave me. I will find some -one to correct them for you.”</p> - -<p>Besides composition, Jennie had to tell -me about her pupil, for young as she was -she had turned teacher.</p> - -<p>“He is a big boy, nearly as large as -you are, Marston; but I felt so sorry for -him. He said his father and mother -were both dead, and he had no one to -care for him, no one to mind whether -he was bad or good; that he did try to -work, and Mr. Wyman turned him away: -he forgot one night to put up the bars, -and the cows got into the corn. He was -sorry, and would not have neglected it -again; yet Mr. Wyman would not believe -him, but told him he had nothing more -for him to do. I couldn’t help telling -him that if he would come in every evening<span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[168]</span> -I would teach him arithmetic; and -sure enough, he has been in regularly, -and is studying in good earnest.”</p> - -<p>“Pray what is your pupil’s name?”</p> - -<p>“Ezra Metcalf. Oh, brother, you know -he is a big boy; but he has never had anybody -to tell him how to be good. He -goes to Sabbath-school too;” and she -looked eagerly for my approval.</p> - -<p>“He has improved a great deal,” said -grandma; “he hardly looks like the same -boy; as trim and neat as anybody now: -he has found a place to live and work, -and goes to church regularly. I never -saw such a change in any one. I shouldn’t -wonder if he made somebody right smart -yet; if he does, you’ll have the credit of -it, child.”</p> - -<p>“I do not think there is any credit in -it, grandma. What should I have known, -had there been no one to tell me? Marston -and I have much to be thankful for.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[169]</span> -I often think of Mr. Kirby, and how much -he told me. Ezra Metcalf never had a -friend like that.”</p> - -<p>“You are right, Jennie,” said grandma -with a little pat of her hand; “I am -glad to see that you are willing to share -with others the good that you have yourself -received. This is as it should be.”</p> - -<p>Thus Jennie was finding her work, -and I was stimulated anew as we talked -over all that Mr. Kirby had taught us.</p> - -<p>“If we could only have such a person -with us all the time,” said Jennie. “And -still my Sabbath-school teacher says that -we can all have a Friend better and wiser -than any earthly friend can be. All that -is necessary is to ask him; the precious -Saviour is always ready to be a friend -to any who heartily desire him. You -do, don’t you, Marston?” and she laid -her little head on my shoulder; “and I -do. Mr. Kirby could not stay with us,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[170]</span> -neither can we be together; we both -want just such a Friend;” and the blue -eyes looked up to mine pleadingly.</p> - -<p>“Yes, Jennie, I mean to ask Him.”</p> - -<p>“We will both ask Him. Miss Ackers -says he never turns any away, especially -if they are poor. I told Ezra Metcalf of -this, and he promised to seek the Saviour.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus176.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[171]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">IX.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> gorgeous autumn days had gone, -and the snow was beginning to whiten -the mountains, when Robert Lovell left -Rockdale to teach in a neighboring district -during the winter months. Very -lonely it seemed without him; for with -the exception of Mr. and Mrs. Harlan, -there was no one else that felt half the -interest in me, and as a natural consequence, -of whom I thought half as much. -I should miss him, but then my duties -would not allow of many regretful moments. -Snow, ice, and cold weather -would only add to my work; and I tried -hard to look it in the face, and to be cheerful -and happy.</p> - -<p>“Homesick without Lovell!” said my -room-mate, one of the best-natured, most<span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[172]</span> -amiable, and still most indolent scholars -in school. “Such an old sanctimonious -thing; he never entered into any of our -fun, neither would he let you. I tell you -what, Marston, you’ve been shut up long -enough. We have some capital times -that the old folks know nothing about.”</p> - -<p>“Is that right, Farden?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“‘Right!’ that’s Lovell all over,” and -he laughed till the room fairly echoed. -“‘Right’ who ever heard such a question -but from some white-livered thing -like Lovell?”</p> - -<p>“Farden, you shall not speak of Lovell -in that manner. Cowardice has no -part in his character; you know as well -as I do there is not a braver scholar in -the school;” and I bounded across the -room, startled out of my usual quiet by -the unjust accusation.</p> - -<p>“Really, Howe, you show anger just -as soon as any of us, in spite of all your<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[173]</span> -goodness. A thousand pities Lovell is -not here to see you in such a towering -passion. That’s just what I like, though. -I only said it to see if you could be -worked up.”</p> - -<p>“You knew it was untrue, and yet -said it to stir me up. Richard Farden, -I had not thought you could do any thing -so base as that; for the future I shall -understand you better;” and I turned on -my heel and went back to my book.</p> - -<p>“I know he’s as brave as a lion. -Come, Howe, it was foolish; I did not -mean to anger you; I am sorry. Come, -make up with me. I see Lovell has not -spoiled you; only say that you will be -one with us.”</p> - -<p>“I will not be one with you,” and I -opened my Virgil.</p> - -<p>“What’s the use of studying your -eyes out, Howe? it will do you no good.”</p> - -<p>“Good or not, I shall study,” I answered,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[174]</span> -vexed at myself for being so -hasty; “I came here to study.” I thought -of Jennie’s pale face, and earnest eyes; -she was now studying, and I could not -but acknowledge to myself that she would -feel sorry did she know how easily I had -been disturbed. How was it that my -good resolves were so easily shaken? -Why was I so moved by the word and -look of another? Could I only have looked -with an unwavering trust to Him who -was both able and willing to be to me -the friend I so much needed.</p> - -<p>And still I thought I loved and trusted -him. But Oh, it was only a half -trust. I did not lean implicitly on him; -I still felt that I could do something to -merit his favor; that something was expected -and required of me, and I must -do it.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus182.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<p>And here let me urge all in the long -list of climbers, to examine well and see<span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[175]</span> -if self does not intrude: if they are in -truth willing to be guided and led by -Christ; willing to walk in the path appointed, -not idly, not passively, not -sleepily, but with energy, doing all that -can be done, always doing their best. -Never giving way, going back, desponding, -or denying Christ. Or, if they have -denied him, like Peter repenting bitterly, -and resolving as he did to be more -energetic, more fearless, more faithful in -the future.</p> - -<p>The room was so still I thought Farden -had gone out; but soon there was a blue -line of smoke curling and twisting upward, -and the subtle perfume of the “fragrant -weed” was plainly perceptible. A -little sigh, and Farden poised his cigar -in true professional style, tipped back his -chair, planted both feet on the mantel, -and spoke again.</p> - -<p>“I came here to study. There was no<span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[176]</span> -end to the plans I laid. I was to study -every day and every night, and in a short -time I expected to learn all that was to -be taught here; then to college, and had -little doubt but I should speedily distance -the professors, and perhaps rival -Humboldt himself. Instead of that I -don’t look into a book once a week, except -when I recite; and I don’t see but -I get along just as well. If I don’t know -it, I only have to pick out a difficult word -or phrase, and say that it is not clear to -me, that I do not quite understand it; -and usually it takes so long to explain it -that the time is up. We boys take turns -in this game.”</p> - -<p>“And you own to such meanness,” I -said, as much excited as at first.</p> - -<p>“They’ve no business to allow themselves -to be deceived.”</p> - -<p>“You neither deceive yourself, nor -any one else. Your tutor understands<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[177]</span> -it, and so does Mr. Harlan; and you know -it is not right.”</p> - -<p>“‘Right,’ again; of course I do. But I -do not see the use. I shall never talk in -Latin, Greek, or Hebrew; then why delve -so many years over them?”</p> - -<p>“Mr. Farnham said it was to make us -think.”</p> - -<p>“Very little good comes of it that I -can see,” said Farden putting his cigar -to his mouth; “that problem in equations -that you worked on so long, a precious -little good it will do you.”</p> - -<p>“Mr. Harlan told us the other day -that every obstacle overcome gives us -just so much additional strength; that it -is by these stepping-stones that we attain -the desired result.”</p> - -<p>“Stepping-stones of obstacles! that is -well enough for Mr. Harlan; but I’ll tell -you what, Howe, money is the stepping-stone -in this country. Give me that,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[178]</span> -and I don’t care a picayune for any thing -else.”</p> - -<p>“The one that knows most usually -succeeds best; knowledge wins money.”</p> - -<p>“Pshaw! nonsense! that’s not so. -Why, the richest man in this county can -hardly write his name.”</p> - -<p>“That may be; he may prove an exception; -but that in no wise does away -with the rule.”</p> - -<p>“Well, my cigar is out. All I can -say is, that we are going to have a capital -time to-night; you had better come -along. You wont tell, any way; Lovell -never did: we could always trust him;” -and the door closed.</p> - -<p>Why was it that I could not study? -Why was it that I should strive and -struggle between my inclination to live -easily, as Farden did, and my desire to -do right? “No right effort is ever lost,” -sounded out strong, clear, distinct, almost<span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[179]</span> -as though some one spoke it aloud; -and so forcibly did it take possession of -me, and so much strength sprung up out -of each little word, there was no more -murmuring, and my morning’s lesson -did not suffer from the ungovernable feeling -of the evening previous.</p> - -<p>A few days after the above conversation -Farden came in after his skates, -and Harry Gilmore with him. Tapping -me on the shoulder, Harry said, “Put -up that book; you are looking like a -scarecrow. Come.”</p> - -<p>“Where?” I asked.</p> - -<p>“First to the ice, and then,” looking -up archly, “where we have no stupid -books, but plenty of fun and frolic. -Why not go? What if you do fail in -the next lesson? Some of the boys fail -every day.”</p> - -<p>“You will never be thought less of,” -said Richard Farden. “I do not look<span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[180]</span> -at my translation till I go in to recite. -It comes to me just as I want to say it.”</p> - -<p>“It does not come to me without -study,” I answered.</p> - -<p>“That is because your brains are so -knotted up poring over it all the while,” -persisted Harry. “Clear them out occasionally -with a good jolly spree, and -you’ll be all right. Come along.”</p> - -<p>“What will Mr. Harlan say?”</p> - -<p>“Mr. Harlan will never know. He -thinks we are all in bed by ten o’clock.”</p> - -<p>“And so we are,” said Richard; -“they don’t seem to think we can get -up again.”</p> - -<p>“Do what you do well”—I seemed -to hear Mr. Kirby’s voice urging me to -do right, while Jennie’s sweetly pleading -eyes looked reproachingly.</p> - -<p>“No, I will not go,” I said determinedly. -“I came here to study, and I will -do it. You know your parents could not<span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[181]</span> -approve of your course; you know Mr. -Harlan would not; you know your own -conscience does not. I will not go with -you, and I advise you to stay at home -yourself.”</p> - -<p>“Lovell all over; isn’t it, Harry?” -and my room-mate examined his skates -carefully.</p> - -<p>“I do wish you would come, Howe;” -and he spoke half reproachfully.</p> - -<p>“I came here for a purpose, and I -shall follow it.”</p> - -<p>The door closed with a slam. I crossed -the room and leaned my head on the -mantel; school life was so different from -what I had expected. I had supposed -that everybody appreciated study, that -everybody longed for an education, and -that only opportunity was wanted to -make good scholars. I had learned differently. -Nominal students were not -actual learners; neither were those who<span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[182]</span> -applied themselves the most diligently, -in all cases the most appreciated. Then -I remembered again Mr. Kirby’s words: -“Doing right is the only safe course, -and although slow and wearisome at -first, is sure to succeed. Other paths -may look as if they would lead into -shaded nooks and flowery dells; but ruin -lurks in secret, and despair has a lodge -there. The only safety is in keeping -clear of them, having nothing to do with -them; while the onward road, narrow -and rough though it be, will in the end -lead to the desired result.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus190.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[183]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">X.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">In</span> so large a school as that in Rockdale, -of course there were various cliques, -and each clique with its leader. Frank -Clavers was at the head of the Senior -class, and round him gathered good scholars -and studious boys; while Richard -Farden and Harry Gilmore, by virtue of -wealth, good looks, and an easy, good-natured -manner, took the lead in all -sports and amusements; and Robert Lovell -was looked up to and followed by all -who had a thought of the future. Few -enough there were of these; and to this -clique I had attached myself. Hence -the goodness that my room-mate was -constantly reproaching me with, when I -refused to join in their stolen revels.</p> - -<p>“I am sure I should be on the ice half<span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[184]</span> -the time, if I could skate as you do,” -said Harry Gilmore once as I joined the -skaters during recess.</p> - -<p>“So should I perhaps, had I nothing -else to do,” I answered, skimming over -the smooth surface with all the freedom -of a bird on the wing. “It is a good -deal of self-denial for me to stay at home, -Harry. I own there are times when an -hour on the ice would please me much -better than sawing wood or making paths -through the snow.”</p> - -<p>“Why don’t you do it then? we have -to beg you ever so long. I had no idea -you could skate so beautifully.”</p> - -<p>“I cannot afford the time,” I answered -frankly. “I came here to study; and -you know I nearly pay my board with -what I can do during the hours that you -have for recreation.”</p> - -<p>“And your father don’t give you a -cent?”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[185]</span>“My father and mother are both dead, -Harry. I have the dearest little sister -in the world; but as for money, I earn -all I have with my own hands.”</p> - -<p>“This is why you work and study -then,” said he, linking his arm in mine -and flashing across the pond. “It makes -me ashamed of myself every time I hear -you refuse to go with Richard; but I -didn’t know that—”</p> - -<p>“That I was so poor?”</p> - -<p>“That your parents were dead, and -you trying to educate yourself.”</p> - -<p>“How is this?” shouted Richard Farden -as soon as he turned the bend and -came to shore—“how is it that you have -got Howe on his skates? What arguments -have you used, what inducements -held out?”</p> - -<p>“Golden ones, I’ll be bound,” shouted -Charles Eaton, while the boys laughed -uproariously.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[186]</span>“I have no influence over Marston -Howe,” said Harry, calling me by my -first name. “He has an influence over -me, however, and I am resolved each -day more and more to follow it.”</p> - -<p>“How now? what’s the matter?” -cried several voices as we unstrapped -our skates.</p> - -<p>I saw by the look of the sun that my -time was up, and without another word I -hurried up the hill and across the field -to the academy.</p> - -<p>Before the study bell rang, Harry Gilmore -came to my room. “Have you a -moment to spare, Marston?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, a moment for you,” I answered.</p> - -<p>“And you will not call it so much lost -time?” drawing his chair to the table, -and placing his feet on the fender. “To -tell the truth, I am ashamed of the life -I am leading this winter; the deception -we practise is outrageous.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[187]</span>“You do not deceive any one, Harry. -Mr. Harlan may not know all of your -nightly wanderings; but he knows who -studies and who does not, and so do all -the teachers.”</p> - -<p>“Then why don’t they scold us as we -deserve, send us home, or expel us?”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps you would not do any better -at home. They do all they can, both -by precept and example; and they hope -that time and your own good sense will -at length compel you to do better.”</p> - -<p>“And I am determined that I will. I -have been led by Richard long enough. -I am resolved to study for the rest of -the term; and if I do, will you be my -friend?” and he looked at me earnestly.</p> - -<p>“You forget how poor I am. I pay -my board by waiting on the household.”</p> - -<p>“So much the more honor for you. My -father was once a poor man. He’s rich -now; worth half a million, I suppose.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">[188]</span> -But that only makes me think meaner of -myself. Only think of the money I spend -every week, flinging it away, and you -have none. You say you have a sister; -so have I; and such good letters she -writes me, telling me to use my time -profitably, and not to be led away by -ease-loving, indolent companions. I am -going to try now, and you must help -me.”</p> - -<p>His look and tone touched me, and -my words leaped out, “As far as I can -I will help you to do right, Harry.”</p> - -<p>“I shall be a better boy if you will -let me come here sometimes and see you -study. Say that you will, Marston. -There goes the bell. Say that I may -come.”</p> - -<p>“As often as you like.”</p> - -<p>“If my lessons are good to-morrow, -you may take the credit of it;” and the -door closed.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">[189]</span>Presently Richard came in, flung down -his cap and gloves, and hastily tore the -envelope from a letter.</p> - -<p>“I declare it’s too bad; not a cent of -money. Father has no idea of the little -things that draw upon the purse.”</p> - -<p>“It cannot be that you have used the -last he sent,” I exclaimed, seeing his look -of distress.</p> - -<p>“Yes, but I have though, and had to -borrow besides. You see every thing is -so high; our suppers have cost enormously; -and now the lectures are coming -on, and I have not a dime.”</p> - -<p>“I have several tickets; that need not -trouble you.”</p> - -<p>“The lectures would be dull enough -if it was not for something afterwards: -and the sleigh-rides; I’ve promised ever -so many I’d treat them to a ride. It’s -just the time now; and the old fellow -don’t seem to appreciate it at all.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">[190]</span>“He appreciates study more, perhaps.”</p> - -<p>“I know it, Howe, as well as you do. -I don’t study. I feel ashamed of it, and -still I cannot do better. I mean to in -the spring. I’ll turn over a new leaf, as -Gilmore says.”</p> - -<p>“Why not begin now?” I ventured to -ask.</p> - -<p>“Because I can’t; I’ve got out of the -way of study, and to go back is not so -readily done. I would not have father -know how I spend my time; and my sister -is always writing me to make good -use of my opportunities. Poor mother, -I am all the boy she has got, and I know -how anxious she is about me. I don’t -mean to be wild, but I’m afraid that I am.”</p> - -<p>The last words, mournfully spoken, -touched my heart. Besides, the idea of -his trifling with a mother’s love moved -me to speak.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">[191]</span>“Why not try now to do what you -feel to be right? You might easily be -the first in your class.”</p> - -<p>“I meant to be when I came here; -but when I saw how some of the others -managed, by degrees I fell into the same -ways.”</p> - -<p>“It is not too late to commence. Mr. -Harlan told us that when we become conscious -of an error, we should turn from -it immediately. It is easy for us to do -wrong; and to turn as soon as we become -conscious of it, is the only true wisdom.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t believe I can here; the boys -all know me, and they will expect me to -do just as I have done.”</p> - -<p>A little tap at the door. Charles -Eaton entered, and conversation took a -more general tone.</p> - -<p>A few evenings after this, in passing -out of the supper-room, Mrs. Harlan<span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">[192]</span> -handed me several papers, magazines, -etc. Looking them over, I found a notice -of the death of Charles Brisbane, my -first teacher. My eyes grew dim as I -gazed upon the record, which spoke of -early promise, rare graces of mind, and -the deep religious element underlying a -character devoted to the elevation of the -human race. I cannot describe the effect -produced by the perusal of that short -obituary. Mr. Brisbane’s words had -roused me to action, and taught me my -duty to myself and to my Maker; but -his death gave to his well-remembered -utterances all the force and power of a -voice from heaven. Thenceforth I cherished -his image still more, as one of my -choicest treasures; and the desire of my -heart was deepened to acquire knowledge -and discipline, and to be, like him, a good -and useful man.</p> - -<p>And still, with all my resolves, I was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">[193]</span> -conscious I failed in the most important, -point. Did I love the Saviour as he did? -Did I as closely follow Him?</p> - -<p>Winter passed, and spring blossomed -into beauty. Robert Lovell was again -with us. There was more study; examination -was coming, and all were anxious -to make a good appearance. My -room-mate was more studious, and Harry -Gilmore was trying to redeem time. -Out of school my time was taken up with -gardening; and much pleasanter it was -than making paths in the ice and snow. -True, I had never done any thing of this -before; but although a little awkward -at first, it soon came easy. Besides, it -brought me in continual contact with Mr. -and Mrs. Harlan; and their remarks -were not only pleasant, but profitable. -In the room of feeling despondent, as I -had now and then done during the winter, -I was cheerful and happy; and without<span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">[194]</span> -enjoying my books the less, I did enjoy -my labors more.</p> - -<p>“It is strange how quickly the weeds -grow,” I said to Mrs. Harlan as I was -thinning out the early vegetables.</p> - -<p>“I never look at the weeds without -thinking of my own heart,” she answered. -“Goodness, patience, humility, and faith -are here to be cultivated with constant -care; while selfishness and passion spring -up almost imperceptibly, and their seeds -are, like the thistle-down, borne on the -lightest breeze.”</p> - -<p>“There is one comfort with the weeds,” -I answered; “we can cut them up by the -roots; but the evil in our hearts, the foolish -and wicked desires that so often strive -for the mastery, are not so easily managed.”</p> - -<p>“Not by ourselves, Marston; but there -is One that can help us in this. Like the -careful gardener, that lops off and prunes<span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">[195]</span> -the vine till it seems, as it did to you -the other day, that it would die cut -down so closely, so God deals with us -according to the condition in which we -are placed, lopping off a branch here and -there, taking away a support, replanting -according to our needs and necessities, -and all to improve the growth and life, -that the fruit may be more abundant. -You remember in January, when the -shade-trees were trimmed, you thought -they were ruined, and exclaimed against -it.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I thought they were cut too -closely, the last year’s growth almost -entirely cut away, leaving little but the -bare trunk.”</p> - -<p>“And you see now how they are putting -forth new and vigorous branches. -They had branches and leaves last year, -but no beauty; and there was too much -top for the roots; hence the necessity of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_196">[196]</span> -cutting them closely: watch them, and -you will see how much more beautiful -and fruitful they will be for such severe -pruning.”</p> - -<p>“If we could always keep this in -mind,” I answered; “but it is so easy -to grow despondent when we cannot understand -the why and wherefore of our -trials.”</p> - -<p>“The plants do not ask why and -wherefore, but put forth all their energy -in the direction to which they are guided,” -was the reply.</p> - -<p>“It is their nature; but with us it is -not so easy and natural,” I said.</p> - -<p>“How so? it is our privilege to be -guided and supported. The Saviour is -often represented under the figure of a -gardener, his garden the world, and -the plants in it the human beings for -whom he died. If we are his servants, -the afflictions and privations we are called<span class="pagenum" id="Page_197">[197]</span> -upon to endure are only prunings -from his hand. Neither should we ask -why; but turning our gaze in the direction -specified, seek to fulfil his purpose.”</p> - -<p>“And if we try, does he see and notice -our effort?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, Marston, the fall of a sparrow -is noted by him; and there is nothing -connected with our well-being but interests -him. He is moved with a feeling of -compassion when he looks upon our suffering; -and so great is his love, that if he -could spare us the least pang he would -do so.”</p> - -<p>By this time I had finished the asparagus-bed, -while the rows of lettuce stood -neatly defined, and the delicate tendrils -of the pea-vines began twisting themselves -about for the support I had placed -within their reach. Mr. Harlan suggested -that one walk needed to be widened, -and another to be gravelled. It<span class="pagenum" id="Page_198">[198]</span> -was Saturday, and I took the wheelbarrow -and crossed the pasture to the -brook.</p> - -<p>While shovelling gravel, with my coat -off and sleeves rolled up, I heard shouts -and voices. A light wagon, drawn by -two spirited horses, and filled by half a -dozen boys, was coming down the road -from Terryville. Richard Farden was -driving, and when opposite me, he stopped.</p> - -<p>“We are going down to see Frank -Clavers, and then on a fishing excursion -up the river. There is room enough for -one more; put down your sleeves and -jump in; we’ve plenty of hooks and -lines.”</p> - -<p>“A grand treat it will be,” cried several -from the back seat; “you had better -come.”</p> - -<p>“We shall have a splendid supper,” -added Richard, “and then home by<span class="pagenum" id="Page_199">[199]</span> -moonlight. Such a chance you don’t -get every day. Come on.”</p> - -<p>I longed to avail myself of the privilege. -I had not had a ride, save on -horseback, for a long time. And then -it was to see Frank; and perhaps I could -stop for a moment at Miss Grimshaw’s, -and see Jennie. Still I had no time. -Mrs. Harlan was expecting me back, -and there stood the wheelbarrow half-full -of gravel. “No,” I answered, “I -cannot go. I have not the time; drive -on;” and I took my shovel, not daring -to look up till the handsome turnout was -out of sight.</p> - -<p>The next half hour was one of mingled -feelings. Why was my lot so hard, and -that of others so easy? “He deals with -us according to our needs,” Mrs. Harlan -had said; and I tried hard to work cheerfully, -though saying to myself now and -then, “It is Saturday, and no more than<span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">[200]</span> -fair had I gone home. How much good -it would have done me;” and plunging -my shovel into the yielding bank, I started -my wheelbarrow.</p> - -<p>“Do not work so hard, Marston; you -look heated;” and Mrs. Harlan looked -up approvingly.</p> - -<p>“What a difference it makes,” said -she as I scattered the gravel in heaps, -and then spread it evenly.</p> - -<p>“It will require two or three loads -more,” I answered; and on I went, feeling -that any thing was better than to -stand still.</p> - -<p>Again had I reached the gravelled -shore, and was shovelling away smartly, -when Harry Gilmore leaped down the -bank with his merry laugh and cheerful -voice.</p> - -<p>“If I was to envy anybody at Rockdale, -it would be you,” he said, after a -few words about the fishing party.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">[201]</span>“Me!” and I pointed to my bare arms -and my face dripping with perspiration.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I believe you have more real -comfort than any one of us who have -rich fathers. You prize every hour in -school, because it costs you self-denial; -while we have never learned to value -privileges that cost us nothing. Now let -me help you,” he said, taking off his coat, -“for I am to have a drive in the evening, -and I want you should get through -in time to join me.”</p> - -<p>“A drive! where?”</p> - -<p>“Anywhere you please; to Claverton, -if you will.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, that will be so good. Are you -really to go?”</p> - -<p>“Certainly I am to go, and you are to -go with me. Now give me that shovel.”</p> - -<p>“There’s nothing more to do with it -just now.”</p> - -<p>“What a pity there are not two wheelbarrows.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">[202]</span> -I will go back with you and -get another.”</p> - -<p>“You forget your clothes,” I said, -looking at his neat suit of broadcloth.</p> - -<p>“Gravel is clean; it will all brush off;” -and we started, each grasping a handle -of the wheelbarrow and keeping step over -the green sward.</p> - -<p>With an amused look, Mrs. Harlan -eyed us as we came up.</p> - -<p>“Two boys work faster than one,” -she said, as Harry scattered the gravel -and I smoothed it.</p> - -<p>“Two more loads will be enough, -wont they, Mrs. Harlan?” asked Harry; -and being answered in the affirmative, -away he went to the wood-shed, and returned -with a heavier wheelbarrow for -himself.</p> - -<p>“Not that, Harry; you are not accustomed -to it. If you insist on going, you -must take this.” With a few playful<span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">[203]</span> -words we exchanged wheelbarrows, while -Mrs. Harlan looked after us as we trundled -down the path at a brisk pace.</p> - -<p>“How stupid. I forgot that we had -but one shovel,” said Harry with a light -laugh.</p> - -<p>“I will fill both,” I answered.</p> - -<p>“No, I came to help you. I will sit -still while you fill yours; then you shall -rest till mine is ready, and we can start -even.”</p> - -<p>There seemed to be no other way, and -I assented.</p> - -<p>“There, old fellow,” said he as the -gravel lay piled in my barrow, “now -it’s my turn.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, Harry, it will tire you out; let -me,” I persisted.</p> - -<p>“My back is no better than yours; -go and sit down.”</p> - -<p>Overcome by his kindness, I went and -sat on the bank, hardly conscious of my<span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">[204]</span> -own identity. I had felt so bitterly in -the morning, thinking my lot so hard; -and now to find that Harry had stayed -at home to take me out for the evening, -and then, fearing I should not finish in -time, helping me himself—the boy that -never had waited on himself doing this -heavy work, and all for me.</p> - -<p>“There, I am done,” leaving the shovel -standing upright in the middle of his load.</p> - -<p>“You will find it heavy; you had better -tip out some,” I suggested.</p> - -<p>“My arms are strong; have no fear,” -he answered, and struck into the path -ahead of me.</p> - -<p>“Pretty warm,” said Harry, after a -few moments. “I reckon I’ll tip off my -vest instead of the gravel;” and I saw -that his collar was limp and the linen on -his shoulders wet through and through.</p> - -<p>“This will be sufficient,” said Mrs. -Harlan as we finished smoothing the walk.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">[205]</span> -“You have worked so well, Marston, -the rest of the day may be your own.”</p> - -<p>“Mrs. Harlan,” and Harry stood with -his cap in his hand, “I am to go to Claverton -this evening, for the ride merely, -and I would like to take Marston with -me, if you have no objection.”</p> - -<p>“To Claverton this evening! You -will see Miss Grimshaw and Jennie,” -turning to me.</p> - -<p>“If I go, I shall hope to see them.”</p> - -<p>“I will see;” and she crossed the veranda -into her husband’s study.</p> - -<p>“Yes, Mr. Harlan is willing you should -go,” she said. “I hope the ride will be -pleasant. Let me see you before you -go, Marston.”</p> - -<p>“All ready,” shouted Harry as he -drove up in a pretty open buggy drawn -by a high-spirited black horse, that pawed -the ground just a little, to show his impatience.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">[206]</span>“In a minute, Harry.” I had not yet -seen Mrs. Harlan, and I flew down stairs -and across the hall to the parlor.</p> - -<p>“Not there, Marston,” and Mrs. Harlan -called me to her own room. “Here -are a few things that I intended for you -before examination. It will be a good -time to wear them this evening, however, -and you may try them on at once; -I am impatient to see if they fit.”</p> - -<p>My hand trembled as I took them, and -my voice still more.</p> - -<p>“Do not be afraid to wear them, you -have fairly earned them. Mr. Harlan -told me that he owed them to you.”</p> - -<p>They were a nice spring suit of light -grey cloth. I could not stop to half -thank her, but hastened into my own -room, and slipping into them, gave one -look into the little mirror, and then down -stairs, under Mrs. Harlan’s kindly review, -and then out to Harry.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">[207]</span>“Why, Marston, what’s the matter? -You are actually crying.”</p> - -<p>“It was all so unexpected,” I murmured, -dropping into my seat.</p> - -<p>“They are not a bit too good for you; -I was with her when she ordered them. -The tailor measured me instead of you; -that’s the reason they fit so nicely. I -told Mrs. Harlan you could wear my -clothes. But come, cheer up; don’t let -a nice suit of clothes spoil your eyes. -We shall have lots to see.”</p> - -<p>Impatient as I was to see Jennie, the -ride seemed short; and when we drove -up to Miss Grimshaw’s little white gate, -I thought I had never seen a picture half -so beautiful. It was a soft spring day, -the parlor windows open, and the white -muslin curtains fluttering in the breeze. -The breath of the lilacs perfumed the -air, and the tulips were budding into -beauty. Miss Grimshaw had moved her<span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">[208]</span> -shop to a larger building, and we walked -up the yard and were looking through -the half-open door, when grandma spied -us, and came forward, leaning on her -staff.</p> - -<p>“Why, Marston, is that you? I am -so glad to see you. How you have -grown, child.”</p> - -<p>“And this is Harry Gilmore,” I answered, -till then forgetting to introduce -my companion.</p> - -<p>“Sit down; Jennie will be in presently.”</p> - -<p>“Where is she, grandma?”</p> - -<p>“In the strawberry bed at the back -of the house. I will call her.”</p> - -<p>“No, grandma, let us go for her: and -may we pick some strawberries?”</p> - -<p>“As many as you wish.”</p> - -<p>By this time Jennie had seen the -buggy, and surmising who had come, -started to meet us. One glad cry of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">[209]</span> -surprise, and her arms were round my -neck.</p> - -<p>“Oh, brother, I am so glad to see you. -I began to fear you would never come -again;” then turning to Harry, as I named -him, she held out her little dimpled hand. -“I am glad you came to-day, the strawberries -are so fine. This is the first day -we have had them in abundance. Will -you take some of mine?” holding up a -bowl she had picked quite full, the red -stain still on her fingers.</p> - -<p>“Grandma said we might help ourselves.”</p> - -<p>An hour passed deliciously, and then -Jennie ran in, smoothed out her sunny -curls, and put on a fresh pretty gingham, -looking handsomer than I had ever seen -her before. Miss Grimshaw came in for -tea, and the nice white rolls were enjoyed -by us with a peculiar zest, while -the strawberries and cream were, as<span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">[210]</span> -Harry said, beyond all praise. After -tea we strolled out to the river, gathered -violets, and talked of our studies.</p> - -<p>“It looks natural, and still every thing -wears a brighter hue,” I said to Jennie -as we stood on the door-step. “I have -never seen the spring half so beautiful.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps it is in ourselves,” Jennie -said. “You have not forgotten what -Mr. Kirby said: ‘If we think good and -happy thoughts, we shall look through -such a medium that every thing about -us will wear the same hue.’”</p> - -<p>“I like to hear you repeat what Mr. -Kirby said,” I continued. “Sometimes -I am afraid that I am forgetting him.”</p> - -<p>“We both owe Mr. Kirby more than -anybody else in the world. We must -never forget him.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus219.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<p>Harry had been walking round the -flower beds with grandma. They stopped -near us, and she said, “You have grown<span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">[211]</span> -tall, Marston, and I hear people say that -you are getting to be a fine scholar. I -do not know much of books, but I have -picked up a verse that I want you to -think of: ‘The fear of the Lord is the -beginning of wisdom.’”</p> - -<p>“And you too,” she continued, addressing -Harry. “You will both make -better men for heeding it.”</p> - -<p>“So my mother says,” was Harry’s -reply.</p> - -<p>We did not see Frank Clavers, neither -hear any thing of the excursionists. -At parting Jennie gave us a basket of -strawberries for Mrs. Harlan, and stood -with cheeks flushed and eyes misty with -tears, the gold brown curls waving over -her white shoulders.</p> - -<p>“The prettiest picture that I have -ever seen,” said Harry as we drove -away. “You may well be proud of -your sister, Marston.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">[212]</span>“And so I am,” I replied. “The best -of all, she is as good as she is beautiful.”</p> - -<p>For some reason we talked quite soberly -during our ride back to Rockdale, -going over the incidents of the past, and -the changes that our short lives had witnessed. -Then we talked of the future, -which we robed in bright hues like the -blossoms of that lovely spring time. -True, Harry was the principal talker. -My heart was full. Still I knew that I -must scale steep heights, tread rugged -paths, press on when footsore and weary, -perchance to meet little earthly success. -Ah, how mysterious a thing human life -would be, could we not discern in it the -threshold of a higher, purer existence.</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">[213]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">XI.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">By</span> rigid economy, by laboring in vacation, -and performing various little offices -in term time, I managed to continue -at Rockdale two years. Latin was no -longer a trouble to me, and Greek was -becoming easy; but my purse was nearly -empty. I was in need of several new -books. And I began to turn in my mind -what I could do towards defraying new -expenses.</p> - -<p>At this juncture the president of the -board of trustees visited the school, -where he remained the entire day, examining -the classes, and inspecting the -monthly reports. I had no suspicion of -his purpose, and consequently gave my -whole attention to my recitations. Although<span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">[214]</span> -not as quick as many, I had been -thorough, understood the principles of -almost every thing that I had been over, -and thus obtained correct answers. Greek -and Latin were read easily, and the -president was evidently satisfied with our -progress.</p> - -<p>That evening Mr. Harlan sent for me -to his study. The time and the occasion -were new to me, and I went with some -trepidation. Mr. Harlan was not there, -but in his place the visitor, Mr. Stovill.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Harlan tells me that you intend -to go through college, if your hands and -your brains can take you there,” was his -somewhat abrupt greeting.</p> - -<p>“I am hoping to go. Others have -done the same without more means.”</p> - -<p>“What will you do to obtain the -money? it will require a good deal for -that.”</p> - -<p>“I shall work for it.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">[215]</span>“Would you haul wood, build a stone -Wall, or break stones on the street?”</p> - -<p>“Any thing, sir, that offered me an -equivalent.”</p> - -<p>“Then you do not think that work -will degrade you?”</p> - -<p>“On the contrary, I think that labor -will ennoble me. But as I wish to study, -I should like to do that which would bring -me the most for the least number of -hours.”</p> - -<p>He was silent, while I sat in suspense -as to his purpose. What did he mean -by all these questions?</p> - -<p>“I believe you will do,” he said at -length. “Young men are apt to think -that work will degrade them. They forget -that oaks spring from acorns, and -little efforts lead to great results. The -boy that will work to improve himself, -will pretty surely merge into the man -that will work for the good of others.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">[216]</span>In a few words he made known his -plan. Robert Lovell was going to college; -some one else must supply his -place as under-tutor.</p> - -<p>Mr. Harlan had suggested the names -of two, Silas June and myself. Silas was -very quick, and priding himself on this, -he did not study. To be brilliant was -his desire, and yet he might have been -a thorough scholar had he studied. His -quickness ruined him.</p> - -<p>This situation, in consideration of my -standing in class, was offered me, with -sufficient remuneration to defray all my -expenses.</p> - -<p>I could hardly keep back the tears. -This ray of light stealing through the -darkness, was a reproof for all my faint-heartedness -and despondency. “No -right effort is ever lost.” There was a -sun behind the clouds, though I had -doubted it.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span>“I might have had that chance,” said -June. “It was all my own foolishness. -If I had only known the day Mr. Stovill -was coming, I would have had my lessons; -there would have been no trouble. -My reports were against me.”</p> - -<p>I could say nothing to comfort him, -and the hour passed without words.</p> - -<p>“If I could only begin again, I would -not lean so much on my quickness. It -is the same old story—the hare and the -tortoise. You will get there quicker than -I shall.”</p> - -<p>“It is not too late for you,” said I; -“try it.”</p> - -<p>“I cannot do three years’ work in one. -Besides, it is easier to fall into bad habits -than to get rid of them. After all, I may -get along just as well; but mother expected -me to fill Lovell’s place. She -wrote me in her last letter, that if I could -not help myself a little, she should have<span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">[218]</span> -to take my sister from school; she could -not afford the expense of both. Poor -mother.”</p> - -<p>“Poor mother,” I echoed, and thought -of what I should do, had I only a mother -to write me letters full of loving -words, and a sister that must be taken -from school unless I could help myself -in a measure. I was roused by his -voice.</p> - -<p>“We can never be young but once. I -want my share of pleasure.”</p> - -<p>“Do you find it?”</p> - -<p>“Not yet; but I am hoping every day -for something better.”</p> - -<p>“Which you will never find, I am -afraid. Judging from your own words, -you are making your mother unhappy, -and yourself miserable.”</p> - -<p>“It is so; but what can I do?”</p> - -<p>“Break off your idle habits; say good-by -to your fun-loving companions, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">[219]</span> -begin to work right earnestly. This is -the way others have done.”</p> - -<p>“I ought to do it; but it is too late.”</p> - -<p>“And you will oblige your mother to -take that little sister from school?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I hope not; she is not so poor -as she thinks. True, I have been spending -a good deal this winter. Gilmore -has a rich father, and I could not bear -to be shabby in the suppers.”</p> - -<p>This was my last year at Rockdale; -and if the service was pleasanter, it was -not less arduous. I had very little time -for myself, a half hour’s stroll at twilight -being my only recreation. Still I believed -that I was improving, both intellectually -and morally; and this sufficed me. Jennie -was also climbing the hill of science -rapidly. Frank Clavers’ sister had returned -the year previous from boarding-school; -and being pleased with Jennie, -and learning that she could sing, she had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">[220]</span> -offered to give her lessons in music. Seeing -her fondness for books, Miss Clavers -soon kindly offered to help her here also. -This called for additional gratitude on my -part; I had felt so troubled about this -little sister, whom my mother left in my -charge. Doing for myself, I hardly felt -it to be right not to aid her personally -more than my duties would allow. Now -she had the benefit of example, and also -the instruction of a young lady who was -said to be a finished scholar.</p> - -<p>Thus easily I slipped into Robert -Lovell’s place as tutor, and also into his -class in Sabbath-school. Teaching others -is one of the best means of self-culture; -and I was in this way sent to my Bible, -if not more frequently, at least with a -more intense desire to understand its -teachings. Thinking, studying, meditating, -I drew nearer the cross each day; -each day began to realize more perfectly<span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">[221]</span> -the beauty of His words who spake as -never man spake, the glory of his countenance -beaming with untold love; the -terrible agony he suffered on the cross; -his willingness to forgive sin; and above -all, the encouragement in coming to -him freely, as to a friend loved and confided -in. Oh, why had I not seen this -before? I had hopes that I did love -him—that I did trust him—that I did follow -him; but Oh, it was so far off. Had -I been near, I should never have doubted -as I had done; I should never have -gone through all these months with my -heart heavy, the waters going over my -soul, striving to do only because I knew -it to be right, and only half trusting the -divine promise, “I will never leave thee, -nor forsake thee.” Oh, blind and foolish -heart, thus to grope in darkness when -He was waiting with outstretched arms -to receive thee.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">[222]</span>How bright and beautiful my pathway -now opened before me. Not that barriers -were all removed, obstacles all cleared -away; but I no longer felt troubled -with a weak, half trust. I knew His -promises were sure; that he would not -leave me; that he would be in reality -not a personal friend merely, but one -closer than a brother. A long time had -I been learning the lesson of his love, a -long time discovering the depth of his -tenderness; now, satisfied to rest on him, -I found it joy unutterable.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus232.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">[223]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">XII.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">My</span> first vacation after leaving Rockdale -was spent with Mr. Wyman. Four -years since I had left him, poor and ignorant. -Now, I certainly was not any -richer. Still I had advanced in knowledge -of books and in mental discipline; -and although my longing after an education -was not in the least abated, I had -learned there is nothing really desirable -in comparison with the fear of God and -true holiness. I did not care now to -choose in what part of his vineyard I -should work. I only wished to labor for -him; and to do this effectually, I must -not falter in my purpose of an education.</p> - -<p>With this intent I went into the hay-field -with as much ardor as before into<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span> -the school-room. Money, Mr. Stovill -said, was desirable to go through college -with, and I knew the worth of it.</p> - -<p>“I see that you have not forgotten -how to work,” said Mr. Wyman, coming -into the meadow one sunny afternoon.</p> - -<p>“Not forgetting, but still more accustomed -to it, Mr. Wyman. I have been -hard at it ever since I was here.”</p> - -<p>“There is a difference between head -work and hand work,” said the farmer -with a quiet smile.</p> - -<p>“I have been doing both,” I replied; -“turning book leaves has not bleached -my hands.”</p> - -<p>“While I have to confess to the doing -of only one. The young folks of this day -have much better advantages than were -common when I was a boy. We had no -such schools then as Rockdale.”</p> - -<p>“I think you do yourself injustice, -Mr. Wyman, when you say that you<span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">[225]</span> -have only been working with your hands. -Had it not been for you, I could not -have gone to Rockdale when I did, if -ever. In word and deed, your labor has -budded, blossomed, and brought forth -fruit. We sometimes study quite as -effectually out of books as in them.”</p> - -<p>“True; but if I could live my life over -again, I should think more of a book education. -Those that know the most have -the means of doing the most good.”</p> - -<p>“There is one comforting truth,” said -I, turning the hay vigorously: “God -directs all our steps. He appoints our -place; he gives us our work. I used to -think there was in labor a great choice, -and although I was willing to do any -thing because I felt it to be right, still -there was also a consciousness that, could -I choose, such would not be my employment. -I remember the morning I came -here for the first time; I rebelled not a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">[226]</span> -little against it. Still it was a means, a -stepping-stone to the desired good.”</p> - -<p>“And is it not the same now?”</p> - -<p>“No; I am willing to be directed. I -like to be led by Him, and feel safe in -following. Then I feared continually lest -I should make a mistake, and through -weakness or ignorance fail to use the -means to the greatest advantage. Now -I try to exercise human wisdom and a -prudent forethought, and still rest contented, -whatever the result. The Lord -knows all, and he knows whether this or -that shall prosper. To do right, and to -do my best, is all that he requires of me; -events are with him, and success is given -wheresoever he pleases.”</p> - -<p>Saturday evening at length came. We -had worked hard through the week, but -the hay was not all in. Nine o’clock, -and there still remained several loads. -A consultation was called.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">[227]</span>“It looks like rain,” said Mr. Wyman. -“But you are all tired, and the -oxen have done enough for one day; -perhaps we had better let it rest. It -will not rain to-night; and if it does to-morrow, -it wont take long to put in three -loads.”</p> - -<p>“But to-morrow will be Sunday, Mr. -Wyman.”</p> - -<p>“I know; but it would not be right to -let the hay spoil.”</p> - -<p>“I do not understand that; the command -is positive: ‘Six days shalt thou -labor, and do all thy work: but the seventh -day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy -God: in it thou shalt not do any work, -thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy -man-servant, nor thy maid-servant, nor -thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within -thy gates.’ Nothing can be more explicit.”</p> - -<p>“It is also equally incumbent upon us<span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">[228]</span> -not to waste our substance,” said Mr -Wyman. “If you read the New Testament -rightly, you will find that it is lawful -to do works of mercy and necessity.”</p> - -<p>“True; but would the getting in hay -be counted such a work, when God expressly -bids us keep his Sabbath even in -harvest time?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, if the hay was to be spoiled by -the neglect, it ought to be got in.”</p> - -<p>There was no more said. It was late, -and the men dispersed. I went directly -to my room, not a little disconcerted -about what I might be called upon to do. -Mr. Wyman was an old man, and had -been very kind to me; it was not for me -to speak to him as an equal. He felt it -to be right; I felt it to be a direct act of -disobedience. We must each act according -to our conscience; and with this -thought I went to sleep.</p> - -<p>The next morning the sun peeped<span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">[229]</span> -through a dull, hazy atmosphere, looked, -and was gone, showing occasional glimpses -of his face till nearly church time, when -the clouds began to gather and roll themselves -into inky blackness, and rain -seemed inevitable.</p> - -<p>“Put the oxen to the cart,” said Mr. -Wyman; “that hay will be ruined.”</p> - -<p>“But, pa, it is Sunday,” said Mrs. -Wyman.</p> - -<p>“Well, what if it is? You are ready -to go to church, and the wagon is at the -door; go on, I shall stop for the hay. It -is just as much a duty to save our property -as to do any thing else. We are -told to be diligent in business;” and the -farmer exchanged his Sunday coat for -his work-day one, and went out.</p> - -<p>“Marston,” he said as he passed -through the back porch, “you load faster -than any of the others. If we hurry, -we can get it in and then go to church.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">[230]</span>“I cannot do that kind of work on the -Sabbath, Mr. Wyman. I regard it as an -open violation of His law.”</p> - -<p>“If you cannot work for me to-day, -you certainly cannot to-morrow.”</p> - -<p>I did not stop to question; there was -but one course for me. My head bowed -over my hands. To lose Mr. Wyman’s -friendship was more than I could bear.</p> - -<p>“What is that to thee? follow thou -me,” floated through my brain and comforted -me. Presently a light hand was -on my shoulder, and a kind voice said,</p> - -<p>“Marston, will you drive us to church? -I do not think it will rain at all.”</p> - -<p>“If you desire it, Mrs. Wyman.”</p> - -<p>We started, Mrs. Wyman with Emma -and Alice. As we passed the meadow, -Mr. Wyman was busily pitching on the -hay, Anderson and Gregory each having -a cart. The oxen stood with their great -patient eyes rolling about, as if not quite<span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">[231]</span> -sure of the right of breaking in upon -their day of rest. Nothing was said, -however.</p> - -<p>We reached the church door just in -time to escape a few quiet drops; but -these were soon gone; the clouds unrolled -and dispersed their dark folds, and -before noon all was bright again.</p> - -<p>“Oh, father, you should have heard -the sermon this morning,” said Alice -Wyman, a sweet, blooming girl, tripping -into the parlor as though nothing had -happened. The farmer sat in his straight-backed -chair, the hay was all in, and he -was reading the Bible.</p> - -<p>“What was the text, child?” he at -length said.</p> - -<p>“‘Trust in the Lord, and do good; -so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily -thou shalt be fed.’ Mr. Gordon spoke -so beautifully of the implicit trust we are -privileged to have, it seemed to me I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">[232]</span> -never felt so forcibly before how far short -we come of realizing all that might be -ours, the contentment that would fill our -hearts, would we put aside self and lean -more perfectly upon Him.”</p> - -<p>“But there is something for us to do,” -said her father. “We are not to sit -still; we are to act, and that diligently.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered Mrs. Wyman, “Mr. -Gordon said there was something for us -to do. The first act was obedience; the -second was love and trust.”</p> - -<p>By this time dinner was on the table. -The farmer was evidently in no talkative -mood, and few words were spoken.</p> - -<p>In the afternoon I walked with Alice -to the Sabbath-school, and returned comforted. -Perhaps Mr. Wyman would turn -me off; it was more than probable he -would. I had displeased him. Still, -having done what I thought to be right, -I would trust it all to God.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_233">[233]</span>The next morning as we finished breakfast, -and before we arose from the table, -Mr. Wyman said,</p> - -<p>“I owe you for two weeks’ work, Marston: -I am sorry for what happened yesterday; -still I must have the direction of -what shall be done on my own farm. I -shall fill your place with some one who -will do what I ask of him.”</p> - -<p>“Had it been any other than a plain, -positive command, I should have gone -with you, Mr. Wyman; but so positive -is the decree with regard to the Sabbath, -there could be no question with me concerning -my duty.”</p> - -<p>Mrs. Wyman and Alice followed me -down the walk, and begged me not to -cherish unkind feelings towards Mr. -Wyman.</p> - -<p>“No fear of that,” I answered. “He -has always been my friend, and I shall -not think unkindly of him for this. He<span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">[234]</span> -is too good a man not to be sorry when -he thinks of it with his accustomed coolness.”</p> - -<p>I had nothing to do but to walk back -to Claverton, and tell Jennie what had -befallen me.</p> - -<p>“I am sorry, Marston; but I should -have been still sorrier had you acted -otherwise;” and she pressed her red lips -to mine. “An entire obedience is necessary. -Do not be troubled; some good -will come of it.”</p> - -<p>We walked down to the little gate, -where stood a messenger from Mr. Willett.</p> - -<p>“Mr. Willett would like to see Marston,” -as Jennie took the message.</p> - -<p>“He has not been well for several -weeks, and has inquired for you continually,” -she said, as she held the gate for -me to pass.</p> - -<p>Mr. Willett was pillowed up in his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">[235]</span> -easy-chair, and seemed delighted to see -me.</p> - -<p>“I am glad that you are free,” he said -at length. “I have been sick, and the -doctor forbids all kinds of exertion. Every -thing is going to ruin in the store. -If you will just go in, I shall consider it -a great favor, and will give you more -than you can get doing any thing else.”</p> - -<p>How soon the black cloud had showed -a silver lining. I had felt so unwilling to -leave Mr. Wyman, so sad and desponding, -that I could not think of any thing -else as I walked back to the village. -With all my waywardness, God was not -unmindful. Could I ever despond again? -I felt at the time that it would be impossible.</p> - -<p>“I told you something good would -come of it,” said Jennie as I crossed the -street and once more entered the parlor. -“‘A right effort is never lost.’ This<span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">[236]</span> -should teach us both to trust more perfectly.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Willett recovered rapidly; and -by the time vacation was over, I was -appointed a regular teacher in the Rockdale -academy.</p> - -<p>“This will delay your college course, -but it will be better for you in the end,” -said Mr. Harlan. “You are still young -enough to wait next year, and your salary -will enable you to begin. Besides, -if you choose to study while teaching, I -will aid you all I can; and I have little -doubt you can enter the Sophomore class -instead of the Freshman.”</p> - -<p>This was a step I had not thought of, -and I quickly resolved not a moment -should be lost; to teach and to study -should be my work for another year.</p> - -<p>Among the first of the new pupils that -particularly interested me when I entered -upon my duties was Ezra Metcalf.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">[237]</span> -Stimulated by his little teacher, he had -put forth very commendable effort; and -through the interest of Mr. Gordon and -one or two benevolent ladies of Terryville, -Mr. Harlan had been induced to -take him, the boy paying his board, as I -had done, by labor.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/illus247.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">[238]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">XIII.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">It</span> proved as Mr. Harlan had said. -The next year I entered the Sophomore -class, once more finding myself face to -face with Frank Clavers and Harry Gilmore. -Their greeting was most cordial, -and Harry’s friendship was as warm as -ever. Although my year’s salary had -clothed me decently and left me something -for books, it still required the closest -economy to get along; making me appear, -to those who had plenty, as close and parsimonious. -This was in itself a trial, and -the hardest with which I had to contend. -Yet my frank avowal of a scanty purse -saved me from many temptations. In -the various expedients of the students -for killing time I was not expected to -share; and still I always had a spare<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">[239]</span> -dollar for a new book, or sufficient to -expend upon a course of scientific lectures; -while there were some lavish in -expenditures for rides, suppers, ices, and -sherbet, who were at times obliged to -deny themselves the means of improvement.</p> - -<p>It was not trying to acknowledge poverty -when the admission brought no dishonor. -Still, when with some of my -class-mates who were rich men’s sons, -and well supplied with pin-money, I -found to my cost that I had not learned -the lesson of self-conquest so perfectly as -I had flattered myself. I was once looking -at a second-hand book in the presence -of Morris and Wright, two of the -richest students in college.</p> - -<p>“That is what I call small business, -to look up old threadbare books,” said -Morris, in a tone that I could not avoid -hearing, at the same time ordering a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">[240]</span> -new copy of the same work; to which -Wright replied, while a contemptuous -smile wreathed his proud lips. I could -have wept with vexation; and the next -moment was ashamed of myself for giving -way to such a weak, ignoble feeling.</p> - -<p>Through all these days Jennie’s letters -comforted me, and Mr. and Mrs. Harlan -did not forget me.</p> - -<p>“Regard the right,” said the latter in -one of her letters, “and seek for companions -such as honor it. Think too -much of yourself to cherish a selfish -thought or feeling; and let every act -prove that a light purse does not of necessity -imply low tastes or a meagre intellect.”</p> - -<p>Little did the good woman imagine all -the trials springing out of my weakness. -Still the strife was short, and invariably -I found my way back to the sheltering -arms of that Friend who looks not alone<span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">[241]</span> -to the outward, and who judges not as -man judges.</p> - -<p>Overhearing one of the professors saying -that he could not find a suitable gardener -for his grounds, and having learned -a good deal of gardening from Mr. Harlan, -I offered myself, and was accepted. -I needed exercise. This was just as -good as boating, ball-playing, or the -gymnasium.</p> - -<p>One Saturday, as I returned from the -river with a wheelbarrow of pebbles for -the flooring of a new arbor I had just -planned, I met several of my class-mates -at the gate. Conquering my first impulse -of false shame, I advanced as though it -was the most pleasant exercise imaginable.</p> - -<p>“Gardening for the pleasure of it?” -said Stevens, in a tone of irony he knew -so well to use.</p> - -<p>“Not for pleasure, Stevens, but from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">[242]</span> -necessity;” and I walked on. The next -meeting was easier. I had filled the -wheelbarrow again, and was crossing the -carriage-way, when Wright drove leisurely -along in an open buggy. As he -passed me he touched his hat, while a -mocking smile wreathed his lips:</p> - -<p>“There goes the best scholar in his -class.”</p> - -<p>“And the best I intend to be,” I said -to myself, but without any unpleasant -feeling.</p> - -<p>Finishing my task, I went to the office -for letters; passing the hotel just as the -numerous hacks had left a greater number -of guests than usual. I had nearly -passed, when suddenly my name was called, -and in a voice that seemed strangely -familiar. It was Silas June. He had -given up study, and had been two years -in the city, and talked largely of city -pleasures and pursuits. His uncle had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">[243]</span> -recently become very wealthy through -land speculation, and had generously -offered Mrs. June a home, and also taken -Silas into his employ as a clerk.</p> - -<p>“I suppose you are planning ways -and means yet,” he said at length. “I -remember you used to be good at this.”</p> - -<p>“Practice makes perfect,” I answered.</p> - -<p>“I have never had any thing else to do, -and I am now quite as expert as ever.”</p> - -<p>“I told you I should get along just as -well without so much study, although I -did not then dream of the good in store -for me. Uncle is rich, and without a -family of his own. He must do something -with his money, and I shall come -in for a large share.”</p> - -<p>“I hope you will repay him by making -a good and noble man.”</p> - -<p>“I shall please him, if that is what -you mean, although it goes greatly against -my inclination to sit bound down day<span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">[244]</span> -after day to the day-book and ledger. -Still night comes, and I enjoy while he -sleeps.”</p> - -<p>“You enjoy; how so?”</p> - -<p>“Go to parties, operas, theatres, or -into some saloon; anywhere, if I find -good company.”</p> - -<p>“You used to try to deceive yourself -with regard to study,” I said, with a degree -of earnestness that made him laugh -heartily. “Do not deceive yourself now, -and run into company that will lead you -to ruin, just because your uncle is rich -enough to give you the opportunity. -Deception cannot prosper.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t everybody deceive—everybody -but you and Lovell?”</p> - -<p>“That many practise it, I allow, and -that some for a time succeed, is very -possible; but the end is not yet.”</p> - -<p>“There is no use in denying self-interest -is the motive,” he answered; “and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">[245]</span> -if some noble deeds and benevolent actions -are performed, the mainspring is -the same. I humor my uncle, for I need -his money; you study enough to kill a -common man, making this a stepping-stone -to something else. What’s the -difference?”</p> - -<p>There was a difference, notwithstanding -his fluent speech. Back as far as I -could look there was still one purpose— -a strong and noble manhood, a life of -usefulness and honor; and in my estimation, -a good education would greatly contribute -to bring this about. This was -why I studied, why I was resolved to -study—not merely distinction, worldly -honor, or aggrandizement, but to possess -a truly excellent character, worthy -the regard of others and the respect of -myself.</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">[246]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">XIV.</h2> -</div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">At</span> length a year in college had passed; -one more layer was unwrapped from -round the kernel of college lore, and as -Juniors we were trying with renewed -powers honorably to rival each other.</p> - -<p>Not alone to us change had come, but -to others. Miss Clavers had opened a -seminary in the little village bearing her -father’s name, and Jennie was an assistant. -How full of love and encouragement -were her letters. How strange it -all seemed: no longer a little girl that -nestled in my arms, and looked up to -me as one able to do so much, but a tall, -stately young woman, going in and out -before her pupils with the conscious -grace of one who feels that she is able to -do all that she has undertaken.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">[247]</span>It was a bright autumn day when Stevens -invited a party of some half a dozen -students to walk with him to a town not -far distant. For the last six months I -had been on friendly terms with him, so -I did not think it strange when he invited -me; neither did I refuse to go. It -was a perfect day: the rich, fervid hues -of autumn were spread over miles of forest-trees -and shrubbery; a thin veil of -mist hung over every winding stream, -while the brilliant sunshine illuminated -the many varying shades of wood, water, -and cloud, blending all in perfect harmony.</p> - -<p>That hazy, dreamy atmosphere, how -well I remember it. The memory of -that walk makes my heart beat with -much of its youthful buoyancy. Under -the exhilarating influence of the day, and -our unexpected freedom, we ran, laughed, -shouted—appearing, as we really were, a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">[248]</span> -company of grown-up school-boys. I remember -Harry Gilmore’s mirthful tone -as we pelted him with chestnuts, and -how Wright forgot his dignity when we -covered his hat and shoulders with red -and yellow leaves.</p> - -<p>After visiting a gallery of paintings, -which was the ostensible object of the -excursion, and which we all expressed -ourselves as sorry to leave, Stevens -invited us to step into a restaurant for -refreshment. Wright and Gilmore left -us to make a call, but the remainder of -the party entered the saloon.</p> - -<p>When seated in an elegant room, we -were soon supplied with tempting viands. -Not satisfied with a lavish profusion of -fruits, cakes, and ices, Stevens rang for -the waiter, to whom he gave orders in -an undertone, the nature of which was -evident from the speedy appearance of -glasses and bottles.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">[249]</span>“Now to the health of the company: -may the shadow of each never be less,” -said Stevens, filling his glass. There -was a burst of applause, and I looked -around the table, hoping to find at least -one representative of total abstinence; -but with the exception of my own, every -glass was drained.</p> - -<p>“How is this?” said Stevens, eyeing -me keenly; “afraid or unwilling to pledge -me in a glass of wine?” All eyes were -turned upon me, and I felt the blood recede -from my face.</p> - -<p>“I am afraid, Stevens. I saw a student -carried to his room the other night. -If I take a glass now, who knows but I -may one day be found in a like situation?”</p> - -<p>We walked back more quietly than -we went. The sun had set, and a vaporous -veil of golden haze had floated off -into the purple twilight, and the watching<span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">[250]</span> -stars came out one by one, with a -dim, subdued light, only seen on such -autumnal nights. Stevens, who was my -companion in spite of my not joining -him in the wine, was in a contemplative -mood.</p> - -<p>“I don’t approve,” he said, “of wine, -tobacco, or any thing of the kind, and -very often I make up my mind never to -touch them again; especially did I the -other night when I saw Darcy in such a -state.”</p> - -<p>“It is the only safe course,” I answered.</p> - -<p>“I know it,” he said earnestly, “and -I like you all the better for not touching -it. I only ordered it for fear there were -some who would think it mean; ‘nothing -to drink,’ as they say.”</p> - -<p>And so I believe it would be in every -instance where a young man openly -avows his determination not to drink,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">[251]</span> -smoke, or chew, waste his time, or trifle -with duty. After his resolves have once -been tested, he will only be thought more -of by the wildest associate he has, and -his influence from that moment will be -wider and more powerful.</p> - -<p>In college, as elsewhere, it is easy to -select our associates. If we wish, we -can have the most studious and high-minded; -or the pleasure-seeker, who -came to college because it was fashionable -to do so, and will get a diploma, if -he gets one at all, because the wealth of -his father purchases it for him, the same -as any other article of luxury.</p> - -<p>Still, try as I would, I could not make -friends with Wright. At first he had -looked down upon me: more recently he -seemed to regard me only as a rival; -and to say the truth, we were quite even, -our regular marks in recitation seldom -varying. The time now came when the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">[252]</span> -subject for a prize essay was given out, -and knowing my chief competitor would -be Wright, I determined to surpass him.</p> - -<p>Not having a strong constitution, study -wore upon him sadly.</p> - -<p>“Do not work so hard, I entreat you,” -said our President one day as he saw -how wan and pale Wright was growing. -“There is no use in this,” taking the -feverish hand in his. “Indeed I have -been blind not to see it before; you must -rest, at all hazards.”</p> - -<p>“Not now,” said Wright. “I came -here to take the first honor in my class, -and I will do it.”</p> - -<p>“You will not live to reach it, at this -rate; and then what profit can come -from all your ambitious labors?”</p> - -<p>A week or two afterwards Wright -was prostrate.</p> - -<p>“They say that you will win the -prize,” said Stevens, coming into my<span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">[253]</span> -room on his way from the sick-bed. -“If poor Wright had not been sick, you -might not have been so certain, however.”</p> - -<p>“Wright probably wrote his essay -before he was sick,” I answered.</p> - -<p>“Yes, he wrote it, and I have read -it, and I assure you it is a fine production; -but he cannot read it, and of course -the prize will be yours.”</p> - -<p>I went to my room in no enviable -state of mind. I wanted the prize. I -had worked for it. But if Wright had -written his essay, he must not lose the -honor because he was sick. Nothing -more was said of it, and all seemed to -take it for granted that I should be the -successful competitor.</p> - -<p>At last I could bear it no longer. I -called upon Stevens, as a friend of Wright, -to procure the essay; and then, with the -conviction that I was destroying my own<span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">[254]</span> -hopes, I carried it to the chairman of the -committee, and begged him to suspend -his decision until this had been sufficiently -examined.</p> - -<p>The result was as I expected. Wright -was announced the winner of the prize -at the same time we were told that he -was dangerously ill. How insignificant -at that hour the honors of the world! How -sorry I was that, in order to rival me, he -had been obliged to study so hard; how -glad to think that perhaps he might know -that he had won, and the knowledge give -him pleasure.</p> - -<p>Not long afterwards a messenger came -to me from the sick-room. Wright wanted -to see me. I found him lying upon -his bed, pale and wasted, the mere shadow -of his former self.</p> - -<p>“I wanted to thank you for your sacrifice -on my behalf; they told me all -about it;” and his eyes closed languidly.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">[255]</span> -I pressed his thin hand cordially in my -own.</p> - -<p>“Nor is that all,” he said, opening his -eyes, glistening with deep feeling. “I -want you to forgive my former rudeness. -I have always been ashamed of it; not -a moment but I have longed to tell you -of my regard; but you were my rival in -study, and I could not bear it.”</p> - -<p>Was this Wright, the rich student, -the one who had never given me a word -save those dictated by common civility, -now asking my pardon, and saying that -he had always regarded me, and had -longed to tell me so? There was no -room for deception; there he lay, weak -and pale. I could not restrain my emotion, -and before I was aware, I was on -my knees, my arms about him, and my -head resting on his pillow.</p> - -<p>“Sickness has taught me to see life -under a new phase,” he resumed. “These<span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">[256]</span> -petty rivalries are unworthy the attention -of immortal beings. I have lived -as though this life were all, following a -shadow until it had well-nigh landed me -in the grave. Oh what would have become -of me had I died then?” and a -shudder passed over his features. “You -will be glad to know that I have found -Him whom you have loved for a long -time. I trust my sins are pardoned, that -I have given my heart to the Saviour. -You must be my friend now; I cannot -rest till I have it from your own lips.”</p> - -<p>“Now, and ever,” I answered, as well -as my emotion would allow. A sweet -peace showed itself on his countenance.</p> - -<p>“I knew you would forgive me.”</p> - -<p>The attendant came in and said that -he must rest, and I went out full of wonder -at the power that could humble a -proud spirit like Wright’s, and change -him to a meek penitent.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_257">[257]</span>My astonishment was increased when -returning health enabled him to go on -with his studies. There was no longer -rivalry; a new purpose burned in his -heart, beamed in his eye, and influenced -every look and word; not one that had -known him before but was constrained -to say that he had been with Jesus.</p> - -<p>My last year in college was a constant -delight to me. I was not so much -pressed by pecuniary matters. Above -all, I had succeeded in winning the good-will -and esteem of those around me. -After Wright’s illness, his heart clung to -me with as much intensity as before he -had carefully avoided me, while Harry -Gilmore gave me all a brother’s love, -and Frank Clavers was the same true -friend as ever.</p> - -<p>At Commencement, when the highest -honor was awarded me, I felt a thrill of -satisfaction that was an ample equivalent<span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">[258]</span> -for long years of labor. Afterwards, -when I stood before the assembled throng, -conscious that many eyes were upon me, -and bright, happy faces looking their approval, -I only saw one, a sweet, pure -face, with the golden hair parted over a -broad white forehead, while an expression -of peace and of trust rested on the -whole countenance. It was a happy day -to Jennie. So far my work was done, -and, they said, well done. I looked upon -it as only reaching another stage in my -ascent; the first and second heights were -won, and a profession was now to be -chosen.</p> - -<p>In the evening there was a levee at -the President’s house, and for Jennie’s -sake as well as my own I was glad. The -good man received me very kindly, and -so far unbent himself as to speak of the -courage and industry of my last three -years, then of my success—introducing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">[259]</span> -me to several men who were there, and -whom it was an honor and a privilege to -meet. “Energy is essential,” he said, -“but patience and perseverance are the -crowning virtues. You have practised -these faithfully. God grant that you -may continue to do the same to the end.”</p> - -<p>It was a happy gathering; and when -I went to my room, it was first to fall -upon my knees, pouring out my heart -in gratitude to that God who had been -so mindful, leading me by the hand up -through the narrow defile of poverty and -want, into a broader way, where I could -catch glimpses of the promised land, renewing -my vows, and consecrating myself -anew to his service.</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">[260]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">XV.</h2> -</div> - - -<p>“<span class="smcap">Now</span> you are ready for a profession,” -said Miss Grimshaw, as once more -we were seated in her little parlor.</p> - -<p>“Marston is troubled about being a -lawyer,” Jennie said, as she leaned over -my shoulder, running her taper fingers -through my hair. “He used to think -he could be happy in nothing else.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said grandma, “what fine -speeches he used to make before the -looking-glass, and how often he said he -would never undertake a case that was -not just, and then he would be sure to -win.”</p> - -<p>True, grandma’s words carried me far -back into my boyhood. I could see -now that I had been ambitious. Poor -and friendless, I had read of others who<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">[261]</span> -had attained worldly preferment and -riches, and I resolved to do the same. -To be a successful lawyer seemed to me -to be the height of intellectual attainment. -This I would be, and for this did -I first study. I was ambitious for myself, -and I was equally ambitious for Jennie.</p> - -<p>Once my great desire was to rise in -the world; but now my aim was higher. -As a lawyer, I did not intend that my -knowledge and influence should become -a screen for guilt. I would never be an -oppressor of the poor and miserable. I -had not the remotest wish to make vice -appear virtue, nor to clothe transgressors -in the garb of honorable men; neither -did I expect to bury my conscience. -I looked for a noble manhood.</p> - -<p>Now it seemed to me my life could -not be spent aright if I did not make the -service of God my chief and direct aim, -and that no other service would suit me<span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">[262]</span> -so well as, in utter self-renunciation, to -give myself entirely to the work of saving -poor ruined sinners, spending my -time, talents, health, all, in telling in the -nooks and corners of the land, wherever -I could find a listener, of the depth and -fulness of His love for man. Compared -with this, the fields of worldly ambition -seemed a vast waste, without flowers or -fruit.</p> - -<p>“I am glad that you feel like this, -Marston;” and grandma tottered across -the room and laid her withered hand -upon my head. “I have prayed earnestly -for this. Young, earnest, persevering, -you have the power of doing -much good. I am thankful, Oh how -thankful, that you see it in this light.”</p> - -<p>The tears streamed over the cheeks -of this aged saint. Jennie was weeping -too, and I could not speak. I felt my -own unworthiness and insufficiency, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">[263]</span> -only prayed that God would give me -that ready tact and skill to say and do -those things that would be pleasing in -his sight, and enable me to win souls for -his kingdom.</p> - -<p>Still, I had only passed through my -collegiate course; there were years of -preparation before I could become fitted -for the high and noble office of a preacher -of his word. In the darkest lot there -is some sunshine. With health, strength, -some culture of mind, and the presence -of my Saviour, the passing clouds only -made the sunshine brighter.</p> - -<p>Before the vacation closed I met Mr. -Wyman. With his old frankness, he -invited us all to spend the day with him, -and more than this, sent his carriage to -take us there. Considering that I had -done nothing wrong, I was delighted with -again meeting him, as well as Mrs. Wyman -and Alice, in their old home.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">[264]</span>My greeting was cordial, while his had -all the tenderness of a father.</p> - -<p>“I am glad to see, Marston, that you -can forgive me for sending you away as -I did. I knew that I was wrong, that I -ought not to do it, that I was breaking -a positive command; but I had always -seen it done. My father I believed to -be a good man; and though he did not -work on the Sabbath, still, if his harvest -or his hay-field was in danger of being -ruined by a shower, he gathered it in, -let the day be what it might. Then I -was angry that you should reprimand me -before all the hands.”</p> - -<p>“I only repeated the commandment. -I did not intend it as a reproof of mine. -It was God’s command, and must be -obeyed.”</p> - -<p>“I knew it; but I was vexed. You -have forgiven me, Marston, and I hope -God has forgiven me. I have not had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">[265]</span> -any Sabbath work done on the place -since then, that could possibly be avoided; -and I trust that I live nearer my -Saviour and am a more consistent Christian -than I was before.”</p> - -<p>Neither of us said any more on that -subject; and before we left, we bowed -with clasped hands to seek our Father’s -blessing upon the reconciliation and on -our future life.</p> - -<p>“Henceforth you shall truly stand to -me in the light of Willie,” said Mr. Wyman; -“and still, had Willie lived, he -would have been a minister in the room -of a lawyer.”</p> - -<p>“By the grace of God, I am to be a -minister, Mr. Wyman.”</p> - -<p>“Are you, Marston? God be thanked -for this. How many times during the -last four years have I washed it. But -we thought you were fully determined -to become a lawyer.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">[266]</span>“So I was; but God has made me feel -that it is the highest honor for mortals -to serve him, and the highest service to -spend and be spent in telling poor sinful -men of the Saviour. If I can get -through with my theological studies, I -trust this will be my work.”</p> - -<p>“You can and you shall, Marston. -Willie was to have been a minister. You -shall be to me as my Willie would have -been.”</p> - -<p>When we reëntered the farm-house -there was great rejoicing, Mrs. Wyman -taking me by the hand and telling me -how thankful she felt that I had changed -my purpose.</p> - -<p>“A broad field of usefulness lies before -you, Marston; you must, you will fill it -nobly.”</p> - -<p>I entered upon my theological course -at once. Mr. Wyman was faithful to -his promise, making of me a second Willie.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_267">[267]</span> -And now, as the pastor of a prosperous -church, I love to look back over -the track of my early years, and read -His goodness in ordering all my steps. -Surely his goodness is unsearchable, and -his love past finding out.</p> - -<p>Led by His grace, I love to recount all -his goodness in the way he has led me. -I never pass a lad in the street, dirty, -ragged, and homeless, but I think of my -own early lot; never look upon the pale -face and blue eyes of a little girl, that I -do not think of Jennie, kept by his goodness -and shielded by his love. And I -would say to all the climbers—to all -those boys and girls who are striving to -help themselves, to work, and study—first -make the Saviour your friend, give -him your hearts, then go on courageously -in the path he will be sure to open before -you. Never stop to parley with -wrong, or to shun a duty, however small<span class="pagenum" id="Page_268">[268]</span> -and insignificant. A lofty purpose, pursued -with undeviating integrity, never -fails of a rich and gracious reward.</p> - -<p>Would you know of my class-mates? -Robert Lovell is a foreign missionary, -known and loved of God and man. -Frank Clavers and Harry Gilmore are -lawyers of acknowledged ability and -rare moral worth. Wright, my former -rival, is not only a brother clergyman -and friend, but as the husband of my -darling Jennie, he claims still more of -my regard.</p> - -<p>Surely the prayers of our sainted mother, -and the supplications of our early -friend, were heard by Him who ruleth -all. 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