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3MHOPE 0 N;OR,"THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT."SQ ale for the Voung.BY THE AUTHOR OF"KKNG JACK OF HAYLANDS," "SUSYS FLOWERS," &c.Work for some good, be it ever so slowly ;Cherish some flower, be it ever so lowly;Labour 1 true labour is noble and holy;Let labour follow thy prayers to thy Gor.LONDON:T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;EDINBURGH; AND NEW YORK.1871.
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I. JACK'S FIRST THEFT, ... ... .. ... .. 7II. "HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY " AND JACK FINDS IT SO, 20III. JACK GETS WORK, .. ... .. ... 30IV. "HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS," ... ... .. ... 39V. JACK'S TROUBLES, AND HOW THEY WERE CURED ... ... 51"VI. "LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION," ... ... ... 61VII. THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING, ... ... ... 74VIII. THE HOUSE-THAT JACK BUILT, ... ... .. ... 85
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HOPE ON.CHAPTER I.JACK'S FIRST THEFT."OOT-LACES-very strong, andonly one penny!" Such werethe words which greeted a younglady who was following hermother from a shop into theircarriage, laden with parcels which were des-tined to delight the hearts of many littlebrothers and sisters'at home. She turnedfor an instant to look at the speaker. It wasonly a little miserable-looking boy, whosepale, sunken cheek and feeble voice told atale of hunger and want of which she knewnothing.
8 JACK'S FIRST THEFT."BOOT-LACES--ONLY ONE PENNY!"Again he spoke. "Kind lady, only onepenny; I'm so cold.""I've got nothing for you, little boy."How could she say it, when the pennywhich she had received in change was stillin her hand ? but she did not know what itwas to be hungry." How dirty he is, mamma; and look athis feet," she whispered, as she wrapped her
JACK'S FIRST THEFT. 9warm cloak around her, and fastened thecostly fur closer about her neck.Yes; she may well look at his bleedingfeet. All day long he has walked throughthose weary streets; he has told that samepitiful story again and again, but no onehas listened; he has cried with the cold,but no one has cared; he has gazed long-"ingly into the baker's shop, and craved fora morsel of the bread which lay there insuch plenty, but no one believed that hewas starving; and now he was refused again.He stood wistfully gazing after the car-riage as it rolled away, and the big tearsgathered once more in his eyes, as he whis-pered to himself, "Nothing for Maggie;oh, if I were one of those rich, beautifulladies, I'd give money to all those whowere cold and hungry!" and little JackSbrushed his hand over his face, and tried"t'o keep back the sobs which rose in his:throat. He sat down on the lowest of aflight of steps which led up to some publice, and began to think what he could"She must have something to eat;-tnust, and she shall. Oh, if I were
10 JACK'S FIRST THEFT.only a man I" and then he counted overthe boot-laces which he held in his hands,to see that they were all right.How cold it was The piercing windwhistled down the street, making every-body shiver, and driving clouds of raininto the faces of the -foot-passengers whowent past the little boy; but his raggedclothes could not keep out any of the coldand wet, though he wrapped his tatteredjacket more closely round him, and blewupon his numbed hands to bring some feel-ing into them. At last a sudden thoughtstruck him, and springing up, he followeda cart which was going along the street.It stopped in a quiet square, and Jack sawa baker's boy jump down with a basket ofbread, which he put on the pavement, whilehe descended the area steps and went intothe kitchen.Quick as thought little Jack sprung for-ward, and snatching a loaf of bread fromthe basket, hid it as well as he could underhis jacket, and ran away as fast as his legscould carry him. A voice'seemed to say.'close to him, "Thou shalt not steal," and
JACK'S FIRST THEFT. 11JACK'S FIRST THEFT.he gave one frightened glance behind him;Sbut no one was there, and so he onlyquickened his steps. His pale cheeks,iflushed crimson with his speed, and the4 Thought of what he had done, but he kepton saying to himself, "Never mind, MaggieSwill have something to eat now; the boy't miss that one loaf, and I'm sure nois so hungry as we are."t last he reached the alley where he"and descended the steep steps-thatthe dark, damp room which he in-
12 JACK'S FIRST THEFT.habited with Maggie and their father whenhe was at home; but at that time he wasaway, and the children did not want himback again."Jacky, is that you ? " cried a voice fromthe far end of the room. " How long you'vebeen!""Yes; it's me, Maggie. I couldn't comehome sooner.""A small cold hand was passed over hisface, and then a little trembling voicesaid, "How cold you are, Jacky, and sowet; have you got anything to-day ? "" Only a loaf," replied Jack quickly."Oh, I am glad of that; I'm so hungry!"and Maggie's head dropped down on herbrother's shoulder, and Jack was not sorrythat he had stolen the bread which was tosatisfy the cravings of the only one in thewhole world who cared about him. Hebroke a large piece off the loaf, and gaveit to his little sister; but it was rather aguilty gladness which filled his heart, whenhe heard her say, "What nice bread! OJack, how good it is!" When she hadfinished her crust, Maggie wanted to know
JACK'S. FIRST THEFT. 13Sall that he had done that day; but Jackstopped her questions by saying,--"What have you been doing ?""Nothing," answered the child wearily." Nothing at all ?"S "No," and her voice sank very low;"Jacky, you know my eyes have beengetting worse and worse, and to-day Ican't see at all. I crept up the stepswhen you were gone, and found my wayto the room where Mrs. Short lives, andI asked her to give me some water tobathe my eyes; but when she looked atme, she cried out, 'Why, Maggie, you'regoing blind!' so I came down again then,and-O Jacky, it's very, very hard !"" I don't believe you're going to be blind,"said Jack vehemently." Yes, Jacky, I think I am; you knowother said she never should be surprisedI lost my eyesight, and I haven't beenle to see properly for a long time, and-"t tears stopped the little girl, and JackyI d not keep from crying himself.".What seems so hard," sobbed Maggie,that I shan't ever be able to work
14 JACK'S FIRST THEFT.again now, and father will scold me andbeat me."" He shan't," muttered Jack, and his armwas thrown around her, as if to assure herthat no harm could happen to her while hewas near."And, Jack," continued the little girl ina broken voice, " won't it be dreadful ifI'm never to see the blue sky again; orthe ladies in their pretty dresses; or theflowers in Mrs. Watson's shop-window; orthe orange-stalls in the streets;. or the peep-shows; and, 0 Jacky, I forgot the worstthing-never to see your face again!-whatshall I do ?-oh, what shall I do? " andMaggie's head sunk lower and lower, and'her sobs came quicker than before.There was a long silence in the darkeningroom. The daylight, while it lasted, hadstruggled in through a window high abovethe children's heads; but now it was almostentirely gone, and the scanty furniture couldbe seen but dimly. A table, two chairs, andtwo small beds of straw, took up the greatestpart of the room. A broken bird-cage hungnear the window, but the goldfinch, which
JACK'S FIRST THEFT. 15had been little Maggie's chief treasure, haddied long ago; for it could not bear thechange from a bright and cheerful room tothe dark, damp cellar, which its little ownerwas obliged to go to after her mother'sdeath; so the bird had tried to sing, butfailed; it pined for a gleam of sunshine,Sbut the sunshine never came; and at lastit drooped and died, and Maggie had onething less to love in the world which hadgrown so dark and dreary to her of late.Jack began to think that Maggie hadgone to sleep, and he feared to remove hisarm lest he should waken her. Her sobsShad ceased, and her slow, regular breathing: was the only sound which he heard; but atlast she spoke."Jacky, I've been very naughty; I'vebeen fretting and grumbling about myeyes, and quite forgetting who made thembad. ""Does God make all our troubles come,aggie ? because mother said he wouldve us; but it don't look much like it.""" Yes, Jacky dear. He sends them; Iw he does. Mother said he didn't love
16 JACK'S FIRST THEFT.us the less because he sent us hard thingsto bear. He loved mother, and he willlove us, because she asked him to.""But, Maggie, why don't he give us anice house, and warm clothes, and goodthings to eat ? "" I don't know, Jack; but he knows quitewell. Perhaps," she said doubtfully, "it isthat we may be more glad when he takes usup to heaven.""I think he gives us harder things thanhe gives Dick Perkins, and Tom North, andPat Doyle."" 0 Jack, those are all bad boys! Iknow they are, because you have told meso. I think they are worse off than we,because they don't know that God lovesthem, and they steal, and so they can't behappy."" I think they are, though," replied Jack."I'm sure they can't be, Jack; just thinkhow unhappy we should have been whilewe were eating that good bread, if we hadstolen it."Jack started, and seizing Maggie's aritightly, he cried, "Maggie, Maggie, you'(297)NN"
JACK'S FIRST THEFT. 17didn't see me! Nobody saw me! Hasanybody told you? "" Told me what, Jacky ?" asked the littlegirl in low, frightened tones."Told you that I stole it!" whisperedJack. "I didn't mean to do it; but,Maggie, while I was sitting onthe steps andthinking how hungry you'd be, and that I hadnothing for you, I remembered what DickPerkins did one day; he took a lot of ginger-bread offan old woman's stall when she wasn'tlooking-and I saw Tom North take someapples out of a boy's basket another day-so I thought if I ran after the baker's cart Imight get a loaf; and so I did; but I'm sorrynow that I stole it, though I'm not sorry thatwe've had some supper."" 0 Jacky," said Maggie, mournfully,"how grieved mother must have been if shewas looking at you !"SJack sighed ; he knew that he did a greatmany wrong things which would grieve hismother if she saw him."And God saw you, Jacky, and it musthave displeased him. Oh, don't ever stealaain; please don't," and she laid her little* (297) 2
18 JACK'S FIRST THEFT.:cheek close to his, as she said the words inher most beseeching tones." I'll try not; but, Maggie, what shall wedo? we shall starve.""No, no; God will take care of us. Doyou remember mother's favourite words,'Hope on'?" Jack remained silent for aminute or two, and then said with a firmnesswhich was almost manly, "Hope on ? yes, Iwill, Maggie. and I'll work on too; and ifever I'm a rich man, I'll take care that nolittle children that I see shall ever be ascold and hungry as you and I are-I'd liketo give them all warm frocks, and hot breadand milk as we used to have, and good bedsto sleep in. Oh, I wish I was rich ""And I'd like them all to know aboutGod in heaven, and the kind Saviour whodied for them, and will wash away theirsins, and keep them from being naughty,"whispered little Maggie. "Now, Jacky, letus say our prayer, and go to bed."And so the two weary little ones kneltdown, and Maggie repeated the simple formof prayer that their mother had taught them,and in which they asked their Father in
JACK'S FIRST THEFT. 19heaven to take care of them, and to put hisgood Spirit into their hearts, that theyTHE EVENING PRAYER.might be nade fit to live with him above,and to take away all their sins for theirSaviour's sake. They both thought of the"stolen loaf when they said this, but their! hearts were lighter when they got up, andtheir sleep was calm and peaceful, for theGod of the orphans was watching over them,and guarding them through the long hours,o hat winter's night.
CHAPTER II."HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY;" AND JACK FINDS IT SO."PE ON!" said little Jack to himself,as he shivered down the street thenext morning, with his boot-lacesin his hand. His heart was not so"sad as it had been the night before,for a good sound sleep had refreshed him, andbesides this -the sun was shining, whichalways made him feel happier. " Hope on!"He liked to say the words, though there didnot seem much to hope about. " It's no usemy carrying these things," he thought, as helooked contemptuously down at the boot-laces in his hand. " I want to be at work,as a boy should, and not begging. I wish Icould run errands, but nobody would takeme, because they don't know whether I'm fitto be trusted; perhaps I'm not:" and- he
" HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY." 21Ssighed as he remembered the stolen loaf ofthe night before."" And so the poor little ragged fellow wan-dered up and down the streets, during thebright hours of the morning, until his feetwere quite weary, and he stopped to resthimself by leaning against some iron railings."While doing so his attention was attractedtowards a tall young man with a woodenleg, who was sweeping the crossing oppositeto him. He had just laid down his broomand was talking to a little girl, who hadbrought-him his dinner in a bowl. Jackwished that some one would bring him somedinner, but there was no one to do this, soShe contented himself with watching the lameyouth eating his. But either the wistfulface c:u.le ragged clothes of the littlebeggar boy brought a feeling of pity intothe^ weeper's heart, and he did not finish hisAdnner, but limping over to Jack, put thebowl into his hands, saying,-" Here, I say, you look as if you wouldn'tthe worse for this."* ,jack took it eagerly, thanked him, anda began hastily to devour the nice hot4 :,, 4 ;
22 " HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY.""I jJACK AND STEPHEN MOORE.food. Stephen Moore, for that was the nameof the lame boy, eyed the hungry little fellowfrom head to foot, and then gazed earnestly
" HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY." 23into the child's face, as if there was some-thing there that was not common. His grayeyes had a clear truthfulness in them thatStephen liked, and there was a determinedlook about his mouth which seemed to saythat it would not be his own fault if hestarved."What brings you lagging about here ?"asked Stephen, rather roughly."I've got nothing else to do," said littleJack, looking up steadily into the sweeper'sface, and pausing as he was about to conveythe last spoonful of the hot potatoes to hismouth."Don't tell me that," said Stephen; " Ibelieve there's work for every one in thisworld, if they'll only set to and do it. Haveyou got two hands and two feet "" " Yes," answered Jack, smiling." Well, then, you're better off than me-I've only. got two hands and one foot; andyet I'd rather lose the other than loll againsta railing, and whine out about boot-laces tofolks that's got other things to think of."Jack reddened, but at last he said, "Ifyou'll tell me something better, I'll do it."'SLsS & .^ -, ,. " ,. -*,, ..*. ,*- .* '*.'-
24 " HONESTY IS TBE BEST POLICY."Stephen thought a minute, and thenreplied, "Get a broom and sweep.""No " said Jack; " I can't buy a broom,and besides, there is no crossing for me.""Well, run errands.""Who'll take me ?" said the little boy,looking wistfully at his ragged clothes, whichwere all fastened together in front with asmall wooden skewer."Well, you don't look very respectable,certainly," said Stephen bluntly; " but can'tSour father get something for you to do ?""He has gone away and left Maggie andme."And have you got no mother ?" askedthe sweeper in a softened voice."No," replied the boy, as he brushed hissleeve quickly across his face. "Motherdied a year ago."" And who's Maggie ?""My sister, and she's going blind."" Well, look here, I want to go home fora bit and help my mother, so you take mybroom and sweep here till I come back, willyou?" and hardly waiting for a reply,Stephen limped away.
" HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY." 25Jack liked the work, and two or threepeople were attracted by the importunateSlooks of the little boy, and put a halfpennyinto his hand as they stepped along the pathwhich he had made so clean across the muddyroad."Stephen was away for nearly an hour, andin that time Jack had earned twopence. OfScourse this money was Stephen's, as Jackhad only taken his place and used his broom ;but as Stephen was coming round the cornera wicked thought flew into little Jack's mind,and he slipped one penny into his pocket,holding out the other to Stephen, and say-ing, "Here's a penny for you.""Is that 'all you've got?" asked thesweeper."Yes," replied Jack, stooping down toremove a small stone which had stuck to oneof his bare feet, and by this means prevent-ing Stephen from seeing his face." :iWell, it's my broom, and my crossing, butyou've got the money, so we'll go halves,"Iand he tossed a halfpenny over to him.": A fierce battle went on for a few minutestle Jack's mind; the penny was safe andSpenny was
26 " HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY."snug in his pocket, and as he dropped thehalfpenny down beside it, it made a pleasantchink, and he felt quite rich, but not quitehappy. Somehow his thoughts went backto the words of the prayer which his motherhad taught him, and which he had prayedwith Maggie only the night before. Hethought of the loaf; he thought of Maggie'sgrief, and then for a moment he lifted hiseyes to the bright blue sky above him, andremembered that God's eye was upon himto watch what he would do. He fancied,too, that his mother was looking at him, andthen, half to himself and half ald, he said thewords which he had so often is eated whenkneeling at her knee, " Led us not intotemptation, but deliver us from evil."' Heshoved his hand far down into .his pocketuntil he found the penny; but oh, it felt sopleasant to have it! he thought he could notgive it up. For one moment he settled thathe would keep it, but the next, right gainedthe victory over wrong, and hurriedly hand-ing it to Stephen, he said,-" I got this one too; I was going to havekept it."
:: " HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY." 27RESTORING THE PENNY.Stephen looked at him curiously, andthen said quietly, " Why didn't you ?""Because I should ha' been a bad boythen, and a thief," answered Jack bravely." I shouldn't have known that, young un."Jack looked down uneasily, and then saidin a low voice, " But GOD would."Stephen's face was lighted up with a.broad smile of satisfaction, as, laying his
28 "HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY."hand on Jack's shoulder, he said heartily," Stick to that, my boy; I'm glad you're ofthat kind, because I know you're safe to geton." What do you mean ? " asked Jack, look-ing up amazed."Why, just this: I don't believe thatthere has ever been a man, woman, orchild, who has always remembered the Godabove them, and trusted to him, and tried toplease him, that has been left to starve.""But I wanted to have kept that cop-per," said Jack." Yes, I know you did, and therefore Isay, Well done, young un. Now, look here;a brother of mine has died lately,"-andStephen's voice trembled as he spoke,-" hegot the scarlet fever, and it carried him off.Now, he was a boy as carried newspapersabout, and he got two shillings and sixpencea-week for it. I've been thinking, mayhapthey want another boy to fill up his place;you're quick on your legs-I think you'ddo."Jack's eyes brightened as he said, "Yes,I'd like that."
"HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY." 29": "Well, make yourself as clean as you canby to-morrow morning, and meet me here,and I'll get my sister Katie to show you theSway to the news-office."" Thank you kindly," said Jack, and hewas moving off, when Stephen called himback, and putting the three halfpence whichhe had earned, besides the halfpenny in hispocket, into his hand, he said kindly,-" "Here, get something for Maggie withthis; and mind, young un, go on as you'vebegun. 'Honesty's the best policy,' and"God will remember those who rememberhim, whoever they be."*/i _3
CHAPTER III.JACK GETS WORK.RUE to his promise, little Jack waswaiting for Stephen at the cornerlong before the sweeper had arrivedthere. He was rather an odd figure,though he felt that he looked morerespectable than usual. His face was clean-what a thin, pale face it was! for the rosesthat had once been on his cheeks had fadedaway since his mother's death. His head wascovered with an old brown cap that had lostits rim, which he wore very far back to pre-vent its tumbling over his face, as it wasmuch too large for him. A coat which had"belonged to his father covered his body, andMaggie had contrived to cut off the tails ofit, so that it might not trip him up. It wasall in holes, but Jack was accustomed 'to
JACK GETS WORK. 31that, and the rags were fastened in front, asusual, with a small wooden skewer. Hisragged. trousers were as much too short ashis coat was too long, and he had neithershoes nor stockings. But notwithstandingall this, there was something bright .andpleasant in his face; perhaps it was the re-flection of the courage which little Maggieput into his drooping heart by so constantlyreminding him of their mother's favouritewords, " Hope on !"And little Jack was full of hope this.morning; he felt that if he could only getwork, he would bear anything. A smilepassed over Stephen's face at the funnySappearance which the beggar-boy presented;but he did. not say anything about it, andafter bidding him good morning, told him*that the little girl who was with him washis sister Kate, and that she would showhim the way to the news-office.So Jack shuffled off after Kate, who wasa girl of about Maggie's height, and had abI.Ty, good-natured face.ore they had got very far they camebaker's shop, and Jack looked in so
32 JACK GETS WORK.longingly that Kate asked him if he washungry." Hungry ? I should think so !"" Haven't you had any breakfast? "" No; I don't ever have any."Katie's eyes opened wide with astonish-ment. "Don't have no breakfast ?-Andwhy do you wear that funny coat ?"" I haven't got any other."" Why don't you put on a blouse ?"" I've got none."Katie went on for a few steps, and thenstopped suddenly. "They won't take youin that coat; come back along with me tomother's, and I'll get her to lend you one ofBilly's old blouses. I can wash it if youmake it very dirty."" Come along, then," said Jack; " I knowI could get on quicker if I hadn't these ragsdangling about my feet."So Katie led the way until they came toa very narrow street, into which she turned,and stopped at the door of a large housewhich was let in sets of lodgings: -, Wemust go up-stairs," she said, running onbefore Jack, and he followed up four or five
JACK GETS WORK. 33flights of steps, until they entered the top-most landing."These are ours," whispered Katie, andthen opening the door, she led Jack into anice cheerful room.The windows were not large, but theywere so clean that they admitted plenty oflight. The ceiling was low, but the roomwas always kept thoroughly aired. The fur-niture was scanty, but very tidy, and thefloor was well scrubbed.A small fire, but a clear and bright one,was burning on the hearth, and its ruddylight flashed upon the row of well-washeddishes and tin porringers which stood on theshelf opposite the fire place.An elderly woman, with gray hair, and avery pale and care-worn face, was engagedat needle-work, while she gave directions toa girl of eight or nine, who was washing theplates which the family had used at break-fast.Two little boys of five and six were play-ing in one corner of the room, and their rosyfq:ps and merry voices added cheerfulness tothe' whole scene."**''.'*A^9^ *te*,
34 JACK GETS WORK."Mother," said Katie, "here's the poorlittle lad Stephen told us about last night.I'm going to take him to the news-office;but look at him, mother, he can't go in thatcoat."Her mother lifted her eyes from her work,and surveyed the little fellow from head tofoot, and as she did so a smile passed overher face, but it changed into a look of com-passion as she marked the sunken cheeksand thin blue lips which told such a sadstory of cold, and want, and hunger." Poor child," said Mrs. Moore, " cut hima good slice off our loaf, Katie. Come here,my boy, and warm by the fire."Jack wished that Maggie were there towarm herself also; but it was no good wish-ing, so he began to eat his bread with greatrelish.Meanwhile, Katie was whispering some-thing to her mother which made the poorwoman's lips quiver for a moment, and hereyes fill with tears, as, laying down herwork, she went over to a box that stoodnear the window. Out of it she took acoarse brown pinafore and a ragged com-
JACK GETS WORK. 35forter, and bringing them over to Jack, shesaid,-" Here, put on these. I wouldn't let anybut an honest lad wear them, but Stephentells me you are that."Jack soon drew off his cumbersome coat,and put on the blouse; and then Katiebrought him an old belt to fasten round it,and tied the comforter round his neck.\ THE BLOUSE."There now, you'll do much better," shesaid brightly; "come, we've no time toJack stopped for a moment to thank Mrs.:.sss
86 JACK GETS WORK.Moore for her kindness in lending him theclothes, and to promise that he would takegood care of them, and then followed hislittle guide down-stairs."They were Billy's," explained Katie, asthey ran together along the street; "that'smy little brother, as died last month, and somother's.very precious over them."And.now they had arrived at the busynews-office, and Katie, telling him to go upthe steps, wished him good success and lefthim.A number of boys were coming out withparcels of papers under their arms, all look-ing very busy and important as they ran offto their different destinations-some towardsthe coach-offices, others to the shops, andothers to sell their news in the streets.Jack stood irresolutely at the bottom ofthe steps watching those who went in andout, and fearing that as so many peopleseemed engaged there, there could be nowork for him to do. But while he was lin-gering, he was startled by feeling some onepulling his hair, and looking round, he sawDick Perkins.
JACK GETS WORK. 37" What are you here for? " asked Dick,who, like the rest, had got a large bundle of"papers under his arm.Jack would rather not have seen him;but when he found that Dick was a news-boy, he thought that he might be able to" tell him whom he ought to ask for work, sohe replied, "I want some work; what shallI do ?"Dick was good-natured though he was abad boy, so he said, "Come up with me,and I'll bring you to the manager."Jack followed him, and Dick led theway to a large room off the printing-office,Swhere the papers were being folded bysome, and arranged in piles by other boys.At the far end of the room was a little desk,with a railing before it, where the managersat, and it was to him that Dick brought hiscompanion.The manager looked over his spectacles atthe two boys before him." Who sent you here ?" he asked, after akeen survey of little Jack. "Be off with'o.se papers, Dick Perkins."" Stephen Moore, sir," replied Jack; " he
38 JACK GETS WORK.said perhaps you'd want some one in theplace of his brother that's dead."" But I don't know anything about you."Jack told his story respectfully, and themanager kept his keen eyes fixed upon himthe whole time. He said, "Well, perhapsyou've told me the truth, and perhaps not;but we want a boy, so I'll try you for thesake of Billy Moore, for he was as good andas honest a lad as ever I met with."Jack was then instructed in his work, andsent off with another boy, who taught himto attract the notice of the public by shout-ing out the name of the daily paper, andrunning after the carriages which he metwith.
CHAPTER IV."HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS."ACK soon began to find that hiswork had its difficulties. Themoney he earned was barely suffi-cient to buy food for himself andMaggie, and as their father had notreturned, they began to wonder what theyshould do about paying the rent of theircellar.SPoor little Maggie's eyes grew worse andworse, until she entirely lost the use ofthem, but she never 'murmured or com-plained about this; her only sorrow wasthat she had no means of earning money,and that all her days were spent in weari-some idleness.Her chief pleasure was when eveningcame and brought Jack home-it was so
40 " HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS."nice to sit down beside him :and hear allthat he had seen during the day, and thento be allowed to share and to comfort himin all his daily troubles; for he told herhow Dick Perkins had wanted him to tellsome whining story of beggary t6 thosewho bought from him, and how he had re-fused; how Tom North had offered to teachhim to pilfer from the shops if he liked."But oh, Maggie," said the little boy ear-nestly, one night when these temptationshad been fiercer than usual, " I don't thinkif I did those kind of things I could askGod to take care of me every morning be-fore I go out.""No," said Maggie, squeezing his handtightly. "Jacky, I don't think you'll everdo any of those wicked things while youask God to help you.""But, Maggie, when do you think fatherwill come back ?""I don't know," answered his sister;"what shall we do if he doesn't come atall, Jack ? ""Oh, he couldn't be so cruel," cried Jack;"he knows that we can't pay our rent."
" HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS." 41S"Perhaps he means us to go to the work-house."S"We won't go there, Maggie, if I canhelp it.""."But, Jacky, I think somehow that Iought to go there, because I'm of no use.""Yes, you are," said Jack; "you don'tknow all the use you are to me; lots oftimes, when I've wanted to do somethingbad, I've thought of you, and then I've notdone it. I think I should get to do justlike those other chaps, if I hadn't got you totalk. to when I come in."And so Maggie was comforted.One night, soon after this conversation,when Jack had just returned from work,and had groped his way ddwn the stair-case, he was attracted by the sound of aloud voice addressing his little sister, andhe, thought he heard her sobbing. Heentered the room quickly, and saw a manwhom he had often seen with his fatherstanding opposite to little Maggie, whoseface was perfectly white with fear, whileher small hands were tightly clasped, and"-the big tears were chasing each other
42 " HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS."quickly down her cheeks. At the soundof her brother's footstep she sprung tomeet him, and stood clinging closely tohim, though trembling from head to foot.TIM LOING."What's the matter ?" asked Jackeagerly. "How is it that you're here,Tim Long ? ""You'd better ask Maggie," said the
" HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS." 48man with a grin; "she don't give me avery warm welcome.""What is it, Maggie ? has he been hurt-ing you ?" whispered Jack."Oh no, Jack," said the man, who over-heard him; "I wouldn't hurt her--I onlycame to bring you both a message fromyour father.""Well ? " said Jack, looking up at himanxiously."It's just this: your father's got worksomewhere in Wales, and he says youmust shift for yourselves; he thinks he'shad enough of you. Ha! ha !" and Tim-othy Long, the rat-catcher, gave a laugh,but it was rather a bitter and an uneasyone.Jack put his arm round Maggie, andstood for a moment in perfect silence, as iftrying to realize the meaning of Tim'swords. At last he gasped out, "Whatdoes he mean us to do? where are we tolive?""Well, to tell you the truth, young un,I don't think he much cares whether youlive or not, and I think the workhouse is
f4 "HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS."the best place for them that has got noother home.""Never mind, Maggie, don't cry so,"said Jack; " we won't go there.""Beggars mustn't be choosers," saidTimothy roughly."We owe for three weeks' rent already,"said poor little Maggie." Well, leave these bits of things behindyou when you go, and they'll do ,to be cutup for firewood-that'll stand in stead ofrent.""But what shall we do, Tim?" askedJack."Well now, I should think a handy,quick chap like you could pick up a toler-able living in the streets, you needn't beparticular how, so long as you keep out ofthe peeler's hands."Jack shook his head. "Thank you, Tim,but I won't have anything to say to thatkind of work.""As I said afore, beggars mustn't bechoosers," replied Tim angrily; "but if youwon't take good advice, I'll be off aboutmy business; only, if you ever change your
" HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS." 45mind, I'll bring you to a friend of minewho can put you up to a trick or two.Good-night to you," and with an oath ashe stumbled up the dark stairs, TimothyLong took his departure." Is he gone ? " asked little Maggie fear-fully."Yes," said Jack, with a sigh of relief."Oh, I'm so glad; he's a bad man,- Jacky, to want you to steal."Jack did not answer, for his heart was toofull, and he did not want Maggie to knowSthat he was crying.At last she said softly, "Jacky, we've gotno father now.""No, we've not," said little Jack."Then shall we ask God to take care ofus ?""Yes."So the little blind girl knelt down besideiher brother, and in a trembling voice beganStthe Lord's Prayer, and as they said theJwords, "Our Father which art in heaven,"l lfeeling of peace and security crept intoe children's hearts, and they felt thatle they trusted to him, they might still
46 " HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS."hope on. Hardly had they risen from theirknees when the woman who kept the houseburst into the room in a great fury. "Soyou're going to cheat me of my money, areyou ? " she cried; " not another night shallyou sleep under this roof-out with you asfast as you can.""To-night ?" asked little Jack in amaze-ment."Yes, to-night, because there's other folksa-coming in-honest folks, as will pay forwhat they use.""We didn't mean to cheat you, Mrs.Bond; we thought father would come backand pay up the rent, but you can take thetables and chairs."" I should think I would." And the land-lady began to abuse their father so shock-ingly, that Maggie whispered hurriedly,"0 Jacky, come away as quick as you can."So Jack began to collect the little thingswhich they might take-their mother'sBible, two little plates and mugs whichshe had given them, and the remains of aloaf which they had had the day before,together with a few ragged clothes which
S IHOMELESS AND HOUSELESS." 47"HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS."formed Maggie's wardrobe. He tied themall up in a bundle, put a tattered shawland bonnet which had belonged to their
48 " HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS."mother on little Maggie, and then led her upthe stairs and out into the cold dreary street.The landlady's heart smote her as shesaw the two children go shivering along thedamp pavement, and she thought for amoment of the only child she had everhad-a little girl of about Maggie's age-who was lying in the church-yard; but thenshe slammed the door, saying to herself," I daresay they'll be just like their father,and I can't afford to lose my money."The rain was falling fast, and the nightwas very dark. The two children wan-dered on for some time until Maggie grewtoo tired to walk any more, and then theysat down on a door-step. Jack drew theshawl closer round his little sister's trem-bling frame, and did all he could to keepher warm. She tried hard not to cry, butwith all her efforts she could not restrainthe sobs which kept bursting from her." 0 Maggie," whispered Jack, "don't cryso; it makes it all so hard to bear. Couldn'tyou put your head down on my shoulder andgo asleep ?"Maggie did put her head down, but she
" HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS." 49could not go to sleep. "Are you sure you'llkeep me safe, Jacky ?""Yes, indeed I will."" You won't go away from me ?""No, I never will do that."Then neither of them spoke, but Jackfelt that Maggie was getting colder andON THE DOOR-STEP.colder, and he feared that she would soonbe insensible, so he quietly drew off his owncoat, and wrapped it round her, and thenremained holding her as close as he could,4
50 " HOMELESS AND HOUSELESS."without minding the cold and wet whichwere numbing and chilling himself, andfrom which his only protection was a veryragged shirt.At-last he heard footsteps coming nearthem, and fearing that it might be a police-man who would put them in the lock-up,he shrunk back as far as he could out ofsight; but it was a familiar voice which saidto him: "Why, Jack, my lad, haven't youbeen home yet ? You'll get no good bylagging about the streets at night.""0 Stephen, is it you ? I'm so glad,"and little Jack fairly sobbed for joy."What's the matter ?" asked the sweeper,bending over the two children."We're turned out of doors, and father'snever coming back, and I'm afraid Maggiewill die of the cold.""You poor little things," said Stephenkindly, and with a strange softness in hisvoice, "come along with me. Why, this.child is half frozen,' he continued, as helifted Maggie in his arms; and then biddingJack follow him, limped away in the direc-tion of his own home.
CHAPTER V.JACK'S TROUBLES, AND HOW THEY WERE CURED." ,^OTHER, I wonder what makesStephen so late ?" said littleKatie Moore, as she put away thesmall brush with which she hadbeen sweeping the hearth. " Hisnice supper will be spoiled, and itisn't every night that he gets fried bacon.""I suppose the night-class wasn't over asearly as usual," replied her mother, who wasworking at the table. " Put some more coalon the fire, Katie dear, the lad will be wetwhen he comes in.""Ain't it a good thing we've got somefire, mother ?"" Yes, Katie; many a poor soul would beglad of the comforts we have this night.""I wonder, mother; what makes our room
52 JACK'S TROU-BLES,so much nicer than Mrs. Deane's or Mrs.Hall's; it's ever so much smaller, and we'venot got so much money as they have ?"" Well, Katie, do you know I think it issoap and water, and contented hearts."Katie laughed, for she knew that how-ever saving and economical her mother wasabout other things, she never spared soapand water."But I wish Stephen would come, mother,for my eyes are beginning to close up, ahdI want to see him eat his supper.""You -had better put a knife and fork forhim, and get a piece of bread, and then every-thing will be ready."" Oh, here he is, mother !" cried the littleSgirl, as she heard steps coming up the stair-case; "here he is at last!""Yes, here I am," said Stephen, enteringthe room with the half-frozen child in hisarms. " Look, mother; here's a-sorry sightfor a night like this. I'm glad we've got afire to warm them by."" Why, if -that isn't Jack Turner," criedthe good woman in astonishment, as she sawthe little boy who shivered in after Stephen.'
AND HOW THEY WERE CURED. 53A VELCOME SBELTER." Yes, mother; -and this be his little blind.sister; and to think of them both beingturned into the streets on such a night asii / II
54 JACK'S TROUBLES.this !" and Stephen's voice shook with angeras he spoke.Mrs. Moore's eyes filled with tears ; butshe was more given to doing than to talking,so she drew little Maggie into her arms, andSbegan to chafe her hands and feet."Bed will be the best place for her. Katie,she shall sleep with you; bring me some ofyour clothes."And before long little Maggie was lyingfast asleep in Katie's bed between the cleansheets, which were quite a luxury to thepoor child, who had only been accustomedto a bed of straw.Jack shared Stephen's supper and bed;but all night long the, poor little fellowtossed about, unable to sleep, and rackedwith burning pain in all his limbs. Theconstant exposure to the cold and rain,coming on a frame already weakened fromwant of food, proved too much for his boyishstrength, and when the morning dawned hewas in a high fever.Stephen called his mother, and they con-sulted as to what was the right thing forthem to do.
AND HOW THEY WERE CURED. 55"We cannot, turn these helpless littleones out to die in the streets," said the kind-hearted Stephen."And yet, my son, is it right to burdenourselves by maintaining them, when we areso.poor ?" said his mother, doubtfully.Stephen thought for a few moments, andSthen said, " Mother, I think the AlmightyGod has sent these children to us to be lookedafter for his sake."His mother smiled. " I know what you'rethinking of, Stephen-that verse in theblessed Book which says, 'Inasmuch as yehave done it unto one of the least of thesemy brethren, ye. have done it unto me.'They shall bide along with us, Stephen lad,and we'll leave the rest to God."Stephen's eyes told how glad he was, andMrs. Moore then went to Jack.And it was with -all a mother's care andtenderness that she nursed the little orphanboy. No thought, no pains, no trouble wasspared that could do him good. But of allthis kindness little Jack was quite uncon-scious. He raved of the cold dark streets,of his papers, the lateness of the hour, of
56 JACK'S TROUBLES,Tim Long's bitter words, of their deadmother and cruel father.For some days Mrs. Moore despaired ofhis life, but at last a change came; his wildwords ceased, and he fell into a quiet slum-ber. When he woke, his first word was," Maggie." The little girl was sitting on thecorner of the bed, and as soon as she heardit, she crept up to his side, and passing herlittle hand over his face, she said, " Here Iam, Jacky dear.""Where am I ""In Stephen's bed.""I thought I was in the street crying mypaper. I forget about it.""No, Jacky; you are safe in Stephen'shome.""Do you think he'll turn me out into thestreets ? Oh, beg him not to-they are socold!""No; I know he won't.""Is mother here ? I fancied I felt herhand on my head."But he did not hear her reply, for he hadturned on his other side-and was asleep again.From this day the fever left him; he was as
AND HOW THEY WERE CURED. 57weak as a little baby, but lay perfectly quietand without complaining, for he felt thatthis was the only thing he could do in re-turn for all the kindness which was shownto him.But kind Mrs. Moore, who watched him,saw that there was something troubling him,for often when she sat beside him she couldsee his eyes fill with tears, which he tried invain to conceal.One day she said to him kindly, "Jacky,my lad, do you want anything ? what's thematter ?" And she gently laid her handupon his forehead.Jacky did not reply, and Mrs. Moore wenton: " You've got no mother, Jack, and I'velost a son of your age, so I want you to letme be like mother to you ; won't you tell mewhat you are fretting after ?""It's a great many things, Mrs. Moore.""Then tell me all about them; there's agood boy.""Well, I'm afraid they'll have got anotherboy to take my place by the time I'm well.""Never mind if they have; we'll try andfind some other work for you."
58 JACK'S TROUBLES,"And then I don't like that Maggie andI should eat your food and give you trouble,and not get any money for ourselves.""I'll trust you, Jack; you're an honestboy, and I know you will repay it all to ussome day. But there's something else be-sides that, lad."JACK AND MRS. MOORE.Jack buried his face in his hands, andanswered with a sob. " Mrs. Moore, I'mnot an honest boy, and it's that which makesme feel bad." And then, with many tears,he told her the story of the stolen loaf.
AND HOW THEY WERE CURED. 89" "And oh*! " he said, when he had finished,"I've been thinking about it so much whileI've been a-lying here, and.Tve prayed tobe forgiven; but still I feel bad about it,because I don't know who the boy was, so Ican't give him another loaf."Good Mrs. Moore wiped her eyes, forlittle Jack's simple story had brought thetears into them; and she replied, "I don'tthink you'll steal again, Jack ?""No, I don't think I shall. I don't likeit, because it makes me feel so ashamed.""Yes, and it displeases God, who says,'Thou shalt not steal.' And now I'll tellyou what you'd better do. There is a boxat the door of the church we go to on Sun-days, and people put money into it to buybread for poor old folks as can't get it forthemselves; so the first pence you earn youcan put in there, and that will be doing thebest you can towards giving back the loaf;and you must ask the good God to keep youfrom ever doing so wicked a thing again,will you ? And whenever you want to, justremember how our Saviour resisted the devilwhen he tried to tempt him to do wrong,
60 JACK'S TROUBLES.and ask him to give you his strength to keepyou right."" Thank you, Mrs. Moore; that's the waymother used to talk to me." And from thistime little Jack's heart grew lighter, andevery day he got stronger and stronger.
CHAPTER VI."LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION."T last the time came when littleJack was able to go out again, andvery eagerly he waited for admis-sion to the news-office; but he foundall his fears realized, for anotherboy had been employed in his place, andthere was no work for him to do.It was with a very downcast face that hewent to Stephen and told him the news, andthe sweeper saw what a hard trial it was tothe poor boy, so he said kindly, "Nevermind, Jack, you'll get some other work, andyou know you can stay with us till you do.'Hope on, lad."As Jack walked away from him, he metTim Long.. The rat-catcher stopped him,and laying his hand on his arm, said, " Well,
62 " LEAD US NT INTO TEMPTATION."young un, you don't look much fatter thanwhen I last saw you; are you coming to me.for a little help soon ? Look here now, ahandy chap like you would make his fortunein a few years, and then you could turn intoan honest man if you liked."Jack shrunk back from him with horror."Please don't talk that way, Tim. I shan'tbe an honest man if I'm not an honest boy,and, God helping me, I mean to be both, letme be as poor as I may.""The time will come when you'll changeyour mind, youngster, or I'm muchmistaken,"said Tim scornfully. "Honesty doesn't payin this 'ere world of ours.""Oh, it does-indeed it does," said littleJack earnestly." Where be you living now ?" asked Timroughly."At Mrs. Moore's," answered Jack."And how much are you earning ?""Nothing at present, because I've beenill, and they've got another boy instead ofme.""And do you call that honesty-to liveat your ease, and eat the bread of folks nearly
" LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION." 63as poor as yourself?" asked Tim with asneer.Jack coloured; he felt the truth of Tim'swords too painfully to reply to them."Jack Turner, now listen to me," continuedthe rat-catcher; "your father and I werechums-not that I think he's done right byyou, for my notion is that if a man has gotchildren, he's bound to provide for them;and it isn't for his sake that I'm going to saywhat I've got to say."Jack looked up rather eagerly, for Tim'svoice and manner were changed-they werealmost kind." No, young un! it's for the sake of onewho's gone. Your mother, Jack, was theonly one who ever spoke a kind word to meof late years. She knew me from a boy, andthough I know she didn't like me, she wasalways kind to me; so now, youngster, ifyou like to come and take up your quarterswith me, I'll teach you my work, and giveyou food until you're able to earn it."Jack hesitated-there was a great deal ofkindness in Tim's proposal, and, after all, tobe a rat-catcher was not dishonest. It would
64 " LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION."be a very good thing to have something todo, and he would be able to earn enough topay Mrs. Moore for keeping Maggie. Butthen, as he looked up into Tim's face, he feltas if it would be wrong; and there came intohis mind a verse which his mother had taughthim long ago, " My son, if sinners entice thee,consent thou not." He knew that Tim wasa bad man, and.how could he expect God'sblessing, or ask him "to deliver him fromevil," if he put himself into the way of temp-tation. And yet, after all, could he not keepaway from all the evil? No. He knew that ifhe was closely associated with Tim Long, hemust be mixed up in a great deal that waswrong, for Jack knew that he swore, that hewas given to drinking, and that he was notthoroughly honest.The rat-catcher watched his face narrowly,and said at last, " I see how it is, young un,you like your present idle life too well togive it up."This roused all Jack's pride, and ratherthan that Tim should think this, he wouldconsent to anything; so looking up at last,he said slowly, "Thank you, Tim, I'm sure
" LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION." 65you've made me a kind offer, and I thinkI'll-" He paused, and for a moment histhoughts went back to his mother's dyingTEMPTED.bed, and to the prayer which she had taughthim, "Lead us not into temptation." Heclasped his hands together, and repeated thewords in a low whisper, and then said aloud,"I cannot come, Tim, indeed I can't."5
66 "LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION.""Well, you're giving a nice proof of thehonesty you boast of," said Tim with an oath. hJack's hands were more tightly claspedthan before, as he answered, "Oh, I shallsoon get work I will get it.""* "Oh, come now, my lad. I've got workall ready cut out for you, and nice worktoo-; who'll say that being a rat-catcher isdishonest?"" It isn't that; but please, Tim, don't askme any more. I can't-I mustn't go withyou."Tim's face changed-an angry cloud cameover it, and as he turned off he said savagely,"You'll live to repent this; but stick to yourhonest life, if you will; for my part, I'd diesooner than I'd live on the charity of others.I've made a fool of myself by offering to:show kindness to such as you."Jack sprung after him, and seizing hiscoat-sleeve, said hurriedly, "Tim, don't think -that I'm not thankful to you. I shan't for-get your kindness-no, never."But Tim shook him off, and walked quicklyaway.Very sorrowfully Jak. gazed after his
" LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION." 67retreating figure, and he half repented of hishasty decision; but something within himseemed to assure him that he had done right,anyd said to his tired and almost despairingheart, Hope on !Tim had left him at the corner of a street,and on his right hand there stood a largebuilding, which was one of the best knownmercantile houses in the city. The gateswhich led into the court-yard belonging toit were open, and Jack saw a great manyboys and men going about inside."I'll go there and ask if they have anywork they can give me to do;" and no soonerwas this resolution formed than he acted uponit, and entered the yard.A man who was hammering at a largechest looked up as Jack passed him, andasked what he wanted."Can I see Mr. B-- " inquired Jackrather timidly."Ha ha " laughed the man, "that's agood joke. And do you think Mr. B--has nothing to do but to attend to such gentryas you? You'd better clear off, my lad."But Jack was not to be so easily, discour-
68 " LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION."aged; it was work that he wanted, and workhe intended to have, if there was any to beobtained." I want to see him particularly," he saidwith a most determined manner."And I tell you, you can't; he's not hereat all now.""I'll wait till he comes," said Jack." He's out of town," said the man, lookingmuch amused at Jack's pertinacity."When will he be back ""I don't know; perhaps to-day, perhapsto-morrow, perhaps not till next week."" Is there nobody who could give me abit of work, that I might earn enough to buysome bread ?"" There's the head clerk crossing the yard,you can ask him."Jack went over to him, and, touching hiscap respectfully, repeated his entreaty forwork."No, no, my boy," replied the clerk; ".Iknow nothing about you. I can't give youwork; you had better go."Disappointed and heart-sick, little Jackdid as he was desired; but he had heard
" LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION." 69APPLYING FOR WORK.that Mr B--, the merchant, was a verykind-hearted man, so he determined to waitabout outside the office, and make his requestagain to him when he returned.A number of boys were playing at marbleson the pavement, and Jack joined them, forwant of something better to do. For sometime the game went on very merrily; but atlast the boys began to quarrel over it, andseveral of them left off playing." Look there, Jack," cried one of them,
70 " LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION."called Pat Doyle; " do look at that oldwoman trying to cross the street, she's afraidsome of the carts will run over her; whatfun it is!"Jack could not help being amused at theold woman's frightened attempts at crossing.She would go on for a few steps, and thencome back as fast as she could; again shewould wait a few moments, then try oncemore, and just get half-way across when thedriver of some vehicle would shout to her,and she would run back more frightened thanever.Pat Doyle laughed louder at each of herattempts; and when there was an unusualnumber of carriages coming, he called out,"Now, goody, run; now's your time !"The old woman turned at the sound ofhis voice; and Jack eagerly seized Pat's arm,saying, "Pat, Pat; you mustn't laugh, she'sblind.""All the better fun," shouted Pat; butJack did not heed him, for he had sprung tothe old woman's side and taken her hand,saying, " Wait an instant till these carts havepassed, and then I will lead you across."
" LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION." 71F -I _iA GOOD TURN." Thank you, my good lad. I'm a poorblind woman, and my boy as used to guide'me is gone away."
72 " LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION.Jack put her hand on his shoulder, and ledher over quite safely; and then said, " CanI take you anywhere now ?""No, thank you, my boy. I know whereI am, and I'm only going a few stepsfurther. God bless you; though I can'tsee you, I know you're a good lad;" andshe shook his hand warmly, and went onher way.A gentleman who was coming down thestreet had watched the whole scene, and nowstopped and spoke to Jack." You did quite right, my lad."" She was blind, sir," said Jack in a pity-ing voice."And what makes you so kind to blindpeople ?" asked'the gentleman."Why, sir, you see the person I love bestin the world is blind.""Who is that ?""My sister Maggie; she has gone quiteblind lately."The gentleman remained thinking for amoment, and then said, " Where are you-living?""-With Stephen Moore, sir."
" LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION." 73"Stephen Moore ? Do you mean the lamosweeper V?""Yes, sir.""I'm glad you're in such good company.I know Stephen very well; but have yougot no parents ?"Jack told his story in a few words to thegentleman, who listened attentively, and saidwhen it was ended, " So you want to be em-ployed in Mr. B--'s house ?""Yes, sir. I was waiting about in thehope of seeing him. I can't bear that weshould live on charity, sir."" Quite right, my boy. I know Mr.B---, and I have no doubt I can get yousome work. Now, I should like you to comeup to my house to-morrow, and bring Maggiewith you. My name is Dr. Harcourt, andI live in Clarence Street. Come in goodtime, my lad."Jack's face beamed with pleasure, and itwas with a quick step and a very hopefulheart that he returned home; he longed totell Maggie all that had happened on thiseventful day.
CHAPTER VII.THE CLOUD A.ND ITS SILVER LINING.GGIE was not sitting with Mrs.Moore, and Jack went into the"room where she slept to look forher. He found.her there, kneel-ing by the bedside, with her facecovered. He went over to her,and, putting his arm round her neck, askedher what was the matter."Nothing, Jacky," she replied; " I wasonly praying to be made patient-this is sohard, so very hard.""The blindness, do you mean ?""Yes. 0 Jacky, I wish Iwaswith mother!""That's not kind, Maggie. I couldn'tlive without you; and now I've got work, Ithink."" But I'm of no use, and never shall be.
THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING. 75And, Jacky, though they are so kind here,I know I'm a trouble."" Well, soon I'll be able to pay them fortheir trouble; but I must tell you all aboutit;" and he gave her an account of thewhole day. When he had done, Maggiesaid, " O Jacky, here have I been cryingand vexing over my one trouble, and nowto think of all you've been bearing to-day!I think you've been very brave.""Maggie," said little Jack, in low andreverent tones, " I think God has- mademe strong to-day."" I know he has, and he will make mestrong too; and, after all, Jacky, when I goto heaven I shall be able to see, so I'll learnto wait for that.""And I know there are some kinds ofwork which blind people can do," said Jack."Yes; I've been trying to knit; but Idon't think I shall ever be able to do it,Jacky.""Oh yes, you will; hope on." And thenthey both went into the other room, to tellthe tale of Jack's adventures to their kindfriends.
76 THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING.The next morning, at the appointed hour,Jack and Maggie stood at Dr. Harcourt'sdoor. They were shown into his room, andhe spoke very kindly to both of them."Well, Jack, I have seen Mr. B--,and he says he is willing to take you tosweep the yard, and run errands, and makeyourself generally useful. Shall you likethat ?"" Oh, thank you, sir; indeed I shall.Please, sir, how much shall I get ?""Three shillings a-week; and by-and-by,if he finds you honest and industrious, hewill give you something better to do."Jack could only repeat his thanks, andDr. Harcourt then turned to Maggie. Heled her over to the window, and examinedher eyes for some time. Then he said,-"And do you want work also, my littlegirl ?""Yes, sir, please. Oh, so much !"" Well, I know of a place where you wouldbe taught to make baskets, and mats, and allthose kind of things. Would you like to gothere ?""Must I leave Jacky, sir ?"
THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING. 77DR. HARCORT."Well, my dear, I think if you could.make up your mind to leave him for a fewweeks, you would be better able to help himafterwards. You would be in a very com-fortable home, with several other girls; andthere is a kind woman who looks after youall, and I should see you often. I think youwould be very happy, little Maggie."
78 THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING.Maggie thought for a few moments, andthen asked earnestly, " Are you quite sure,sir, that I should be taught to do somethinguseful ?""Yes; unless you were very stupid, andI don't think you are that.""Then, please, sir, I will go." It wassaid in rather a hesitating voice, but Maggieknew that she had decided rightly."And now, Jack," said Dr. Harcourt, turn-ing again to him, " I want to know if you canread and write ?""I can read a little, sir, that mother taughtme.)"Well, I know of several boys who meetof an evening after their work, and they aretaught by a master for an hour or two ; theyonly pay threepence a-week for it. Do youthink you could manage that ?""Yes, sir; I think so. I should like todo it very much. Stephen Moore goes tosomething of that kind."" Yes; I think Stephen goes to the classI speak of, so you can go with him. I thinkit would be a very good thing for you, Jack.And now I must not stop any longer. Take
THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING. 79this note to Mr. B- 's office; and, Maggie,SI will send some one to-morrow to bring youto the place of which I have been tellingyou;" and with a few more kindly words ofadvice, Dr. Harcourt dismissed the children.Jack went to his new employment thatday, and though it had its difficulties, hefelt very thankful for it, and determined towork on with a brave and manly heart.PARTING.The parting between the brother andsister was a very sad one, but Maggie's
80 THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING.courage kept up the best, and she tried tocomfort Jack by reminding him that it wasonly for a few weeks, and that at the end ofthat time she would be able to earn somemoney. But in spite of all that she couldsay, Jack went to his work with a saddenedheart that day.And the days glided on into weeks, andthe weeks into months, and still Jack didnot see his sister. He began to grow wearyof the waiting, and one day, when twomonths had passed, he summoned up cour-age to ask Dr. Harcourt when Maggie wascoming back."Very soon, I hope," replied the gooddoctor. "I know you will be glad to seeher, Jack. How are you getting on ? ""Pretty well, sir, I think. I have got arise in my wages, and am beginning to savea little.""That's right. I hope to see you a richman yet, Jack; and how about the learning?" %"0 sir, that's much the best part of theday. I like the evenings to come."The doctor smiled as he bade Jack "Good-bye."
THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING. 81A day or two after, Jack came home inthe evening very tired with his day's work,and quite ready for his tea. Mrs. Moorehad spread the table, and when Jack hadwashed his hands and face, and changed hisworking jacket for another, they all satdown. But they had hardly done so whenthey heard a gentle tap at the door, andJack sprang up from the table with a de-lighted cry of " Maggie, 0 Maggie !"Maggie came into the room, and walkingstraight up to him, put her arms round hisneck, and kissed him again and again.The brother and sister hardly spoke, butat last Jack looked into her face, andthen a still louder cry of pleasure brokefrom him-" 0 Maggie, you can see !"" "Yes," she answered softly. "Thanks tokind, good Dr. HIarcourt. O Jack, how wemust love him !"SBut Jack could not reply; he only stoodgazing into Maggie's face, as if he feared toremove his eyes for an instant, lest his greathappiness should prove to be a dream." Can you see quite well, Maggie ?"S"Yes, Jacky; I can see you, and you've6
*82 THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING.MAGGIE'S RETURN.grown such a nice big boy since I saw youlast. And I can see dear Mrs. Moore,whom I never saw before," and she turned
THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING. 83to kiss her kind friend, who folded hertightly in her arms, and as she did so mur-mured, "Thank God, who has thus com-forted thee, dear child.""Oh, I do-I do!" whispered Maggie." I want to thank him all my life." Andthen sitting down with them, she told themof all the kindness she had met with, andhow the good doctor had discovered that herblindness had been brought on by the un-healthy atmosphere of the cellar, and fromwant of food, and that it was curable, andwhat he had done to her, and of her joy thefirst day that she could see a little; andthen how nice it was when she looked upand saw his kind face, which she declaredwas just what she had fancied it, onlyrather nicer. "And now, Jacky, comesone of the best bits of all," she continued;"Mrs. Harcourt wants a little girl to attendon an old lady who lives with her, and shethinks that I can do it; and I am to haveregular wages, and I am to spend everySunday here, that I may go to church withyou.Most hopeful were the two children as
84 THE CLOUD AND ITS SILVER LINING.they talked long and earnestly that eveningabout the future before -them, and mostheartfelt were the thanksgivings which theyoffered to their Father in heaven for havingguided them so far through "the waves ofthis troublesome world," which had seemed,a short time before, as if they must over-whelm them.Yes; God had watched over them, andguarded them throughthe stormy past, andthey could leave the future in his hands,and still "hope on !"
CHAPTER VIII.THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.ORTY years have passed away, andSwe must ask you to imagine your-selves inside the lofty dining-hallbelonging to the new Orphan Asy-S lum at About two hundredchildren are seated at long tableswhich are spread down the middle of theroom, and plentifully covered with breadand butter, and large dishes of plum-cake,acccompanied by smoking cups of tea.The children's faces beam with unmiti-gated satisfaction as they partake of thesegood things, but the chief fun commenceswhen tea is over."Hurrah!" The sound swells loudlythrough the lofty room, and as it dies away,it is taken up and repeated more lustily.
86 THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT." Hurrah !" until the walls and ceilingecho back the word, and ring again with thenoise." Hurrah!"' until the throats of thosewho cheer are aching with the exertion,and the ears of those who listen are almost'deafened.And what is the cause of all this noise ?and who is it that is thus enthusiasticallywelcomed ?A middle-aged gentleman walks along bythe tables, smiling upon the children as hepasses, and at last takes his stand upon astep at the far end of the room. His faceworks strangely as he gazes down the longlines of little faces, which are turned to-wards him, with beaming looks of gratitudeand love; and then for one moment he turnshis eyes in the direction of a lady who issitting near him, in whose hair streaks ofgray are beginning to show themselves.No one could doubt for a moment that theyare brother and sister, and she answers hislook with a happy smile, for she knows wellwhat he is thinking of.And now the cheering has ceased, and
THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. 87AS ENTHUSIASTIC WELCOME.the gentleman has begun to address thechildren. His voice trembles a little atfirst, but it soon grows firmer, as he tellsthem something about his own early days--how he was once left .an orphan and abeggar, and of all the changes he passedthrough before rising to a position ofwealth. How, when he had been anerrand-boy, he acquired the knowledge ofreading and writing, and keeping accounts,and had been subsequently made a clerk in
88 THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.the merchant's house. How by steadyapplication to his business he had risen inhis profession, and had been able to savesome money. How he had been taken intopartnership by his employer's son, on hisfather's death; and how he had finally be-come a wealthy merchant, which enabledhim to fulfil the greatest wish of his life-namely, to build a house in which thosewho were left destitute as he had been,might be warmed, and fed, and clothed, andput in the way of earning an honest liveli-hood, and thus be saved from the fearfultemptations to which he himself had beenexposed; and he concludes his story in thesewords :"On the wall opposite to me, dearchildren, I see a banner, bearing myfavourite motto, 'Hope on, hope ever."Shall I tell you the kind of boy who hasa right to use these words ? Certainly it isnot the lazy boy, or the dishonest boy, orthe one who is going on in what he knowsto be wrong. No; the boy who can 'hopeon' must be the boy who will work on; whowill bravely ard manfully struggle against
THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT. 89THE ADDRESS..the difficulties and temptations in his way;who will not mind a little ridicule, or a littleharshness, when he knows he is doing right;who can call God his Father, throughour Lord Jesus Christ, and trust himselfentirely to his care, praying him to keephim 'his faithful soldier and servant untohis life's end.' This is the kind of boy whocan 'hope on' through this life, and 'hopeon' for the life to come, and for the crownof glory which his Saviour has laid up for
90. THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.him above, when his fighting days aredone."The speaker has paused; and as we scanthe features of his benevolent countenance,surely we can recognize an old friend?Yes, it is-it must be, the little beggarboy with whom our story commenced; thatis his sister Maggie beside him, and "this isthe house that Jack built! "
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