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Group Title: Hugh Wellwood's success, or, Where there's a will there's a way : a tale for the young
Title: Hugh Wellwood's success, or, Where there's a will there's a way
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Title: Hugh Wellwood's success, or, Where there's a will there's a way a tale for the young
Alternate Title: Where there's a will there's a way
Physical Description: 72 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Cupples, George, 1839-1898
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
Publisher: T. Nelson and Sons
Place of Publication: London ;
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Publication Date: 1884
Subject: Diligence -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Success -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Students -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Education -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Play -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Spatial Coverage: England -- London
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HE Rev. Mr. Wellwood, curate of the re-
tired village of Elmsley, had but two
S children, both sons. The eldest, called.
Hugh, was a clever, sensible boy of
twelve years of age. Maurice was ten,
and though clever also, was the very opposite of
Hugh in every way. Both boys were aware
that their father had a very small income, and
that, being in delicate health, he was very
anxious they should pay as much attention to
their studies as possible; a good education being
all he had to give them.
Hugh was by nature as merry-hearted a boy as
his brother, and he was as fond of play and join-
ing in any kind of sport with his young com-


panions, but he never allowed his amusement to
interfere with his lessons or any duty he had to
perform. Maurice, on the contrary, was so fond
of play, that he neglected his lessons, and the
consequence was he had great difficulty in keep-
ing pace with his class-mates. What made it
seem worse, he was a remarkably clever boy, and
might with ease have always stood first in his
class, had not the love of play been constantly
uppermost in his mind. Their uncle, their father's
eldest brother, had offered to send them both to
college, upon the condition that they carried away
the first prize in their respective classes for two
successive years. This he considered they could
easily do, having greater advantages than the
other boys, whose fathers were not so competent
to assist them as theirs was; but though Maurice
knew quite well that this would ease his father's
mind, he went on in his own idle, careless
"I say, Maurice, are you ready ?" cried Hugh,
coming into the room where his brother had been
sent to learn his lessons quietly by himself.
"Why, you don't mean to say you are not finished ?"
Hugh continued, as he saw Maurice beginning to
open his atlas to learn his geography; "you


began long before me. What have you been
about ?"


"Dear me, Hugh, what a hurry you are in,"
said Maurice. "It's only half-past six. I've
just got my geography to do, and write out my
exercise, and then I'm ready. See how well
my kite looks now! I've just been adding a
little piece to its tail. I'm sure it'll fly famously
"But, Maurice," said Hugh, "you don't mean
to say you have been mending your kite instead
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of learning your lessons ? No wonder you are
not ready. Well, I can't wait for you, that's
"Oh, do, Hugh; I really won't be a minute. I
have been hard at work all the time; it was only
when I was learning off my French lesson that I
touched my kite, so that it did not hinder me at
"Ah, Maurice," said Hugh, smiling, "papa was
just saying a few minutes ago that 'where there's
a will there's a way.' It really is a true saying
in your case, for when you take a notion into
your head, you do manage to carry it out; but
the strange thing is, your will is always for your
play, never for your lessons-you neither have
the will nor the way there."
"It is nothing but lessons with you, Hugh,"
said Maurice. "I do believe you are never happy
but when your Latin grammar or your French
dictionary is in your hands. You get worse and
worse every day. I wouldn't be such a slave to
my lessons as you are, for anything; I'm sure I
get on just as well as you do. I was only at my
lessons an hour and a half last night, and you
were more than two, yet I got the best mark."
"Yes; but then you forgot to write your exer-


cise, or rather, you allowed Charley Hay to coax
you out to hunt for the rat, so that you have lost
your best mark after all. And, as mamma says,
we ought to do our utmost to gain the prize to
repay uncle for his kindness."


"Well, well, Hugh," said Maurice, getting
cross, "I can't help it; you know you got into a
scrape yourself once, by listening to Charley Hay.
Don't you remember last winter, when we made
the snow-man, you were so anxious about it that


you never learned your lessons at all, and the
master made the long speech about it being the
first time he had been forced to punish you ?"
"The master hasn't had to cane me again,
though," said Hugh. "I won't forget the snow-
man in a hurry, I assure you; I often dream
about his huge nose, and that pipe Charley Hay
stuck in his mouth, and that we all tried to
knock out."
Oh, it was such jolly fun," said Maurice. I
wish winter was back again. But no-we can't
fly kites then, and I do like to see my kite
mounting up and up, and tug, tug, tugging at
the string."
"Well, Maurice, I had better go now," said
Hugh; "I'm only hindering you from finishing
your geography. I shall be doing something out
of doors till you come. If you make haste, we
may yet have time to try the kite. I would
help you, but you know papa has forbidden me,
if you leave your lessons for play."
Yes, I know," said Maurice. "I wish I had
left my kite alone. I shan't get through with
this geography for the next half-hour, and then
there's my exercise to write after. Oh, it's hor-
ribly provoking-the light will be all gone!"


"Better begin at once. You found a way to
mend your kite, having the will, and perhaps you
may be as fortunate with your lessons," said Hugh,
Hugh then went off; but he was a kind-hearted
boy, and felt ti-uly sorry for Maurice. Had his
papa not forbidden him to give any assistance
when the fault was entirely owing to his brother's
idle habits, he would willingly have helped him.
As it was, all he could do was to go round by the
barn and see that their pigeons and rabbits had
enough of food, so that Maurice would be ready
to start for the meadow at once. By the time he

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had seen to this, and stopped to pat the two cows
that were waiting at the gate to be let in to their
comfortable house, Maurice said he was quite
ready, and they set out together. It was a glori-


ous evening for flying a kite; and Maurice had
every reason to be proud of his, for it rose and
rose steadily and grandly till every inch of string
was rolled off the wooden handle, and had he
only had some yards more, it would have been
quite out of sight.
"Oh, how jolly!-there's mamma," cried Hugh.
" I'll run and ask her to come over to see the
"I don't think she'll come," replied Maurice;
" because I heard her say to papa she was going
this afternoon to see some of the sick people at
the alms-houses."
At anyrate I can ask her," said Hugh. And
away he went, clambering over the fences, and
taking the nearest road to reach his mamma
before she turned into the alms-house lane.
"Do come, mamma," pleaded Hugh; "we never
managed to get it to fly so high before, and from
the meadow it looks a mere speck."
"Well, what is the use of me coming if that
is the case?" said Mrs. Wellwood, laughing. "I
haven't got my spectacles with me, and my eyes
are not so good as they once were for looking at
specks in the sky."
"Oh, it isn't so very small," said Hugh. "And


the grand sight is yet to come, when we pull it
At this moment there was a frantic shout from
Maurice, and a cry for help; and Hugh had to
hasten. away, leaving his mamma to follow as
quickly as she could. The reason of Maurice's
distress, Hugh discovered, was, it took all his
strength to hold the kite in, it tugged so strongly
in its endeavours to mount higher; and he was
just going to let go, when Hugh came to his
assistance. By their united efforts the kite was
held in its place till their mamma came up; and
after she had duly praised it, they consented to
pull it down, at her request.
"Now that I have come so far out of my
way," said Mrs. Wellwood, "to see this wonder-
ful kite, I think you must be gallant enough to
escort me to the alms-houses."
"Oh yes, certainly, mamma," said Maurice, giv-
ing the kite a great tug to help it to come down,
which it was by no means willing to do apparently.
"It was so good of you to come! Besides, I want
to see old Martin; he promised to have the rabbit-
snare ready for me this week. Give him another
good tug, Hugh; we'll show him who is master."
So determined was the wind to hold the kite


when it had thus secured it, that Mrs. Wellwood
proposed to walk on, thinking the process would

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be rather a long one; but Hugh declared it would
be mastered in a few minutes.


A long pull, and a strong pull, and a pull both
together brought the kite whirling and staggering
downwards. Sometimes it gave a great plunge
head foremost, making the string so slack that,
before Maurice could wind it up, the wind claimed
its own again, and sent it soaring up, its tail
wriggling and twisting like a snake, or the great
sea-serpent. At last it was fairly overpowered, and
Maurice ran along after his mamma to lay it at
her feet, with Dash barking furiously to signal
their triumph over the enemy.
The boys were always delighted to walk out
with their mamma, and on this occasion she was,
as Maurice said, "particularly funny," and told
them so many funny stories that they actually
frightened some sheep feeding in a meadow by
their hearty laughter.
On their return home, as it was not quite time
for dinner, the boys volunteered to wind a skein
of wool for their mamma, and while doing so they
began to talk about the kite and how well it had
flown. The only fault Hugh had to find with it
was its size. He said he wished it had been twice as
large, and also that they had had some more string.
"Well," said Maurice, "it's the best kite I have
ever had; that piece I added to its tail was just


the thing; I'm glad I put it on when I did. And
as for my Latin exercise, I can easily do it be-
fore breakfast,--I'll get Mary to wake me very



"0 Maurice," said Hugh, "I thought you had
written it already; you will never do it in the
morning, you are so sleepy-headed. You will
lose your mark again."
Poor Maurice little knew what that kite would
cost him. The next morning the good-natured
Mary rose earlier than usual, for the purpose of


waking Master Maurice; but instead of rising, as
he said he wanted to do, he curled himself round
and went to sleep again, saying it was far too soon.
He slept so soundly that Hugh could hardly get
him to waken at the usual hour, and then he
found it was useless to attempt writing the exer-
cise. As it had not to be given in till the after-
noon, he made up his mind he would, at the play-
hour, ask old Joe Porrett the sexton for the loan
of pen and ink, and permission to write it in his
cottage. Old Joe was a special favourite with
both the boys, and Maurice knew he would be
quite ready to oblige him. He therefore went
downstairs to breakfast feeling quite happy with
himself and everybody, and laughed at Hugh's
grim face showing that he disapproved of his
Maurice had to be in school half an hour before
Hugh, and, bag in hand, he was running away,
with their dog Dash flying and barking on before
"I say, Maurice, you had better not take Dash
with you; you are late at anyrate, and he may
get you into some mischief."
"No fear of him; I shall have plenty of time
to leave him with old Joe-we'll run all the road
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to make up for lost time. Where there's a will
there's a way,' you know;" and Maurice ran ofl
laughing at having been able to give his brother
back their father's favourite proverb.

At first Dash behaved very well; he ran steadily
by Maurice's side, as if he were trying a race, and
meant to be the winner; but getting tired of that,
he picked up a stone and dropped it down at his
young master's feet, for him to throw along the
road, which Maurice did, laughing at the dog's
eagerness to catch it. Maurice never thought


that every time he stopped to pick up the stone
it put off time; but when he got to the lane, down
which he had to turn to reach Joe's cottage, he
heard the school-bell ringing, and he had still
some distance to go before he reached the school-
Mr. Eddred's farm was also down this lane,
not far from Joe's house; and just when Maurice
came within sight of the wicket-gate, and was
expecting to have Dash in the old man's charge
in a minute, a rabbit ran across the road, and
away went the dog after it. Though Dash had
been trained not to touch sheep, Maurice was
dreadfully afraid to see the rabbit preparing to
run across a field at the back of the farm-house
where a great many sheep and lambs were feed-
ing; but the rabbit suddenly turned and ran
in the direction of some stacks of corn, near a
small thicket of trees and bushes, and though
Dash did everything in his power to find out the
hole it was hidden in, he could not succeed.
Maurice now wished he had taken Hugh's ad-
vice, for Dash would not come at his call, and
the bell had stopped ringing. The sound of the
boys' merry games before entering school no
longer reached him, and he knew that the master


must have taken his place, and no doubt the
prayer would be over. After a great deal of

coaxing, Dash at last gave up his hunt, and
followed Maurice to the cottage, where he was
at last safely secured, and his young master set
out once more for school.
The master was not only particular about all the
boys being punctual, but Mr. Wellwood had given
him strict injunctions never to pass his boys over
unless they brought a note of apology with them,
as they seldom had an excuse for being late,
having no work to do before school-hours, like
many of their school-mates.
When Maurice opened the door, he was sur-
prised to find his class had been called up, and
Hugh in his place, who turned a reproachful look
towards him as he entered. Maurice was by no


means a coward, and fortunately had been brought
up to speak the truth. Many a boy would have
been tempted to tell a lie to screen himself, espe-
cially from so severe a master as Mr. Crowe.
But Maurice, knowing he had only himself to
blame, made up his mind to bear the punishment
as bravely as he could.
"Have you a note from your father, sir?" said
Mr. Crowe, with an ominous frown gathering on
his face.
Maurice hung his head as he answered, No,
sir; I took Dash our dog with me, and he ran
away, and I had to wait for him. I'm very
sorry indeed; but-"
"That will do," said Mr. Crowe, bringing his
hand down with a blow on his desk. "This is
the second time you have made yourself late
with that dog. I shall certainly inform your
father of your conduct. To your place, sir; this
is not a time to interrupt the duties of the day;
-I shall speak to you further during the in-
Maurice turned to his seat-which was now,
by the rules of the school, at the foot of the
class, and however well his lessons had been
prepared, would remain there all the day; for no


boy coming in late was permitted to take a
higher place. This was not only vexing, but
his marks would be so high that it would take
an extra amount of labour to recover his old
standing ground; for he knew that two of the
boys were close upon him, and meant to keep
him down if they could. Maurice thought of
the anxiety of his father and mother that he
should gain the prizes his uncle required as a
mark of his diligence, and he remembered his
mother's words the evening before, which he had
not paid much attention to at the time, about
their father having many troubles at present,
and hoping he would be industrious, that the
greatest of all his anxieties might be lightened,
which was the future prospects of his two boys.
Maurice was not only kept in school during
the play-hour, but his hand was so sore with the
caning he had received that he could not hold
his pen, so that his Latin exercise was not writ-
ten, and he was obliged to stay again in the
school-house after the boys had left for the day.
Hugh in passing out whispered that he would be
found down by the river, where he would try to
get as many minnows as would serve them both
to fish with the next day, it being a half-holiday;


and though Maurice felt Hugh's kindness, it made
his confinement all the more disagreeable, for
catching minnows was a favourite amusement
with both boys.
Hugh was glad to find his father was out, as
he was thus saved from being questioned about
Maurice's absence. He got his rod at once, and

with a basket containing a bottle and jar to hold
the minnows in when caught, he set out for the
But though the minnows rose and took the


bait quite readily, Hugh could scarcely attend to
them. His thoughts wandered away to his poor
brother sitting in the lonely school-room, and he
sighed to think that, though amongst the clever-
est boys in'the school, his place was far too often
beside the" really stupid ones. Hugh sat and
turned the matter quietly over in his mind: so
much depended upon him gaining the prize; and
he came to the conclusion, that perhaps if he
were .to learn his own lessons sooner, he might
assist Maurice in the evening, and keep him at
work. "I have the will to do it," said Hugh
"and the way will be to. rise two hours earlier,
and perhaps give up my play-hour; but that's
nothing, if I can get Maurice to be more careful."
Meanwhile, what was Maurice about ? Some
of the boys had returned to the playground to
play a game at marbles, when all at once they
remembered their imprisoned school-mate. Mau-
rice was a favourite with most of the boys, and
when they saw him sitting with his books before
him so forsaken like, they expressed their sym-
pathy for him.
"I say," said Charley Hay, the leader in all
sorts of mischief, "I saw the master go down
the village in the direction of the vicarage. He


can't be back for an hour; couldn't you get out
somehow and have a game? It's a shame to
punish you so much in one day. If you could
stand on something high, you might perhaps
manage to get out at the top of the window."


"Yes; but if the master should return," said
Maurice, hesitating. "No; I had better not do
it; he is angry enough with me already."
'Stuff and nonsense," said Charley; "we'll
set little Tom Morton to watch by the stile, and


as he can't come up any other way, we can have
you hoisted in long before he is at the top of the
Maurice looked round the dull school-room,
and out at the bright sunshine, and thought after
all he had really been rather hardly treated; so, no
sooner had he got this notion into his head, than
he thought how he was to get out. The window
was a very long one, and only opened at the top;
besides, it had no ledge, and was straight with
the wall. But "where there's a will there's a
way" to do evil as well as good. Maurice looked
round the room again, and his eye rested on the
master's high stool before his desk. This he at
once lifted on to the boys' writing-desk under
the window, steadying it with books and a large
atlas. This was sufficient for the purpose; but
just as he had got up to a sitting position on
the top of the window, and was preparing to
get his legs outside, down fell the stool with a
crash, and not having a very secure seat, he let
go his hold, and fell down on the top of it,
breaking two panes of the window with his
heels. At that very moment little Tom came
forward to say the master was in sight, and the
boys hurried off to their game, leaving Maurice


lying almost insensible on the floor. When Mr.
Crowe came in, he guessed at once what had
been his pupil's intention; but, with all his
severity, he was a wise man, and kind-hearted
too, and he justly thought it might make a
greater impression were he to be a little lenient.
Maurice's face was sadly scratched and cut, but
fortunately no bones were broken; only the
stool having suffered in that way, which he
knew he would have to get mended along with
the window.
Instead of whipping or even scolding him, Mr
Crowe led him away to his cottage close by the
school-house, and bathed his wounds, and after-
wards talked so kindly to him that Maurice saw
his behaviour in quite a new light, and was de-
termined to be more careful in future. It was high
praise to be told that he had a better head for learn-
ing than Hugh, who was the recognized head of the
school; and that if he would only apply himself, he
might with ease rise to this position when a little
older. To Maurice's great vexation, the master
showed him the book where the marks were regis-
tered, and proved to him that up to the week before
he had the best chance to gain the prize, but with
his carelessness during the past week, and his con-


duct that day, he was lower than many of the boys
with half his ability. From that time Maurice
determined to be more careful; and having said
so to Mr. Crowe, he was allowed to go home.
There was an archery meeting to come off in a
fortnight-the two boys being members of it-
and Maurice was doubtful if he would be allowed
to attend, as Mr. Wellwood generally made this
the mode of punishment. He had, of course,
received the report from Mr. Crowe, and though he
had taken no notice of it as yet, Maurice knew
by his grave manner he was very much displeased.
By Hugh's advice, however, Maurice was so dili-
gent, that when the archery meeting did take
place, Mr. Crowe came in person, and asked as a
favour that he should be allowed to go.
Maurice now found that though play was
certainly pleasant, when indulged in at wrong
times it did not always bring happiness. He
felt that real pleasure came more from doing his
duty; for not only did it please his father and
mother, but Mr. Crowe, who generally had a
very grave face, actually smiled in quite a
friendly way as he said one day, in answer to
something Mr. Wellwood had been saying,-
"Never fear, sir-Maurice has promised to turn


over a new leaf; he is too honest a boy to break
his word. Trust us, sir-he'll turn out better

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than a harum-scarum, a good-for-nothing lazy


Never before had Maurice enjoyed himself as
at the archery meeting; and though he did not
gain the prize, his score was amongst the highest.
His lessons, thanks to Hugh's brotherly kind-
ness, were now well learned, and he found that
he had far more time on his hands than before.
It was so delightful to go out with their two
friends, Dr. Spence's sons, in their little boat,
after the school-books were laid away for the
day, and feel he was now free to enjoy himself
to his heart's content, while the three girls stood
to see them safely off, and wish them a pleasant
sail. These were really happy days.
And now the examination arrived, and the
boys were to receive the prizes allotted to them.
Hugh Wellwood was found to be the most pro-
ficient in every branch, and carried away not
only many handsome books presented by the
Squire, but a good character from his master,
who said, before all the people, he was now quite
able to be placed in any college his friends might
choose. Their uncle had run down to see his
brother and nephews, and was present, which
made Maurice feel all the more nervous, as he
felt certain no prize would fall to him; but, to
his surprise, his name was called out, and he


found that he had gained by two marks. He
knew well he had only Hugh to thank for this,

and he pressed his brother's hand in passing to
let him feel he owed it to him alone.
After the prizes were distributed, the boys
engaged in a game at cricket; and in the end it
somehow got abroad that Hugh, who was the


champion cricketer as well as head of the school,
was to be sent to college that year, and that this
would most likely be his last game. He was at
once mounted on a form, while his school-mates
cheered and waved their caps, to show that he
well deserved this reward; and though Maurice
could not rejoice, the thought of losing him
being uppermost, he stood close by, feeling proud
of the honour being shown to his good brothel
A few days after the examination of the school
the annual fair was held in the neighboring
town, and both the boys were permitted to
"Now, Maurice," said his mamma, "I shall
expect to hear a good report of your behaviour on
your return. If you will be guided by Hugh-
who has a better memory than you, and an older
head upon his shoulders-I feel sure you will
have a pleasant day, and everybody will be glad."
"I will try, dear mamma," replied Maurice
humbly, the tears coming to his eyes; "I do
mean to be a better boy."
"I am sure of that, dear," said Mrs. Wellwood,
kissing Maurice fondly. "It has been a great
source of comfort to both your papa and me to


see that you are really trying to be a good boy.
Now, be off with you at once, and take care and
spend your fair-money wisely and well."
The fair was just splendid, from the beginning to
the end. At first there was some little doubt in
Hugh's mind as to whether it was proper for them
to go into the circus, as they had not asked their


mamma's permission to do so; but just as Maurice
was saying, "Well, then, if you think mamma
would object, we had better move on," Mr. Ethe-
ridge came up-a gentleman their mamma had a
great respect for-and, seeing his two young
friends, called out,-
"Hollo going into the circus, eh ?"
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We were not quite sure if mamma would
like us to go, sir," said Hugh.
"But I suppose you have not the least doubt
on the subject yourselves," said Mr. Etheridge,
smiling. "I see by your eyes the answer is,
'Oh, very much indeed !'"
Both the boys laughed; and Maurice said,-
"Indeed, we should very much like to go in,
"Then that is fixed," replied Mr. Etheridge.
"In with you, and leave settling the question
with your mamma to me."
From the circus Mr. Etheridge took them into
all the shows of any consequence, and even per-
mitted them to have a seat in the swing-boat;
and, after buying them all sorts of articles, sent
them home, with the promise to be there very
shortly, to give an account of the day's proceed-
ings, and to receive any scoldings Mrs. Wellwood
wished to inflict.
You must come up to me to-morrow," he
said at parting ; I want to see those fine prizes of
yours. Come up and spend the day; and tell your
mamma and papa I shall expect them to dinner."
As Maurice said, this invitation was the best of
the whole; for Mr. Etheridge had such a lovely


house, and was so hospitable and kind, that it
was the greatest pleasure imaginable to go there.
Next day, when they were going up the avenue,
they saw a man and a woman before them sell-

ing flowers. The woman was leading a very
dilapidated donkey that was drawing a small cart
with flowers in pots, while the man carried a large
basket on his head.


Will you speak to the master of the house
for us, my young gentlemen ?" said the woman.
"He's a good, kind man himself, that he is;
but that 'ere new footman won't believe that we
supply the house, and the gardener he's from
home, and we don't know what to do if you
don't help us."
The boys gladly promised to speak to Mr.
Etheridge, because, as Hugh said, they seemed
honest, clean-looking people, if they were poor.
And it turned out that Mr. Etheridge knew them
quite well, and was glad to hear they had not
been turned away from his door.
And how is your son ?" said Mr. Etheridge
kindly to the woman.
"He's a great deal better, sir, thank you; and
the doctor allows him to go out a little every
day, and Samuel is so glad. He's been very
patient, sir; but hle was sore distressed to think
he could not get on with his lessons."
"Is that the little boy who met with the'
accident, sir ?" inquired Hugh.
"Yes, my boy. You remember he was trying
to stop a runaway horse, and got badly hurt for
his trouble." Then turning to the man, he asked,
"Has the gentleman ever been to see him ?"


No, sir, he han't," said the man. "He sent
the doctor, and some money, that day Samuel
was carried home; but his little girl she was
down seeing him last week."
"Yes; an' the pretty dear she brought him a
pet chicken," said the woman gratefully. "An'
Samuel he has been so pleased ever since! Just
before we left home this morning, he got me to
help him out to feed it; and though it's a mite
of a thing, he is as proud of it as if it was the
finest chick that ever lived."
"That's all very well," said Mr. Etheridge;
'but I would like to hear of something more
substantial being done for the boy. He was the
means of saving the gentleman's life; and even
if Samuel had not been hurt, something was due
to him."
"It was his duty, sir," said the man; "and
the doctor says he has no doubt but in the end
something will be done for him. But Mr. Foster
he's a forgetful man, and lazy, and unless there's
something to bring it to his remembrance, he for-
gets or puts it off."
He might send the tutor to give him a lesson
daily," said Mr. Etheridge.
"Ah, if he would do that!" said the man


hastily. "It's the losing of them lessons that
seems hardest for Samuel to bear. But what am


I saying ? The tutor he's gone home for his holi-
days at the present time."


After the man and woman had gone away,
Maurice said to Mr. Etheridge,-
"I wonder if we could give him lessons, sir.
It would give us something to do during our
"It's rather far, I am afraid," said Mr. Ethe-
ridge, laying his hand on Maurice's shoulder; "a
good five miles from your house, I should say."
"But there's a near cut by the end of your
clover-field, sir, that takes off about a mile,"
said Maurice; "and if the vicar would allow us
to go by the end of his paddock, that would be
another half-mile off."
I fear you haven't counted the cost, my boy,"
said Mr. Etheridge kindly. "It would certainly
be a great boon to poor Samuel, who, I am afraid,
will never be fit for hard work; and could he
but read and write, we might take him into the
office. But it would be rather hard to deprive
you of your holidays."
"If you think it would help the boy, sir," said
Maurice, "I should like to try; that is to say, if
mamma and papa are agreeable."
Ah, that's it!" said Mr. Etheridge, who did
not like to damp the boy's ardour to do good.
"We will postpone the verdict for the present,


and darry the matter to a higher court, when
your mamma and papa come to dinner to-day."
When Mr. and Mrs. Wellwood arrived, they
were duly made acquainted with the project; but
it turned out that Hugh, for one, would not have
time, as his papa intended to put him through a
course of study himself, to help him when he
entered college the next session.
"Couldn't I do it myself, then, papa?" said
Maurice eagerly. I shall not know what to do
with myself during the hours Hugh is with you."
Mr. Wellwood was on the point of saying that
Maurice could not be trusted to go on with such
an undertaking; but Mrs. Wellwood, knowing
well how hard Maurice was trying to overcome
his lazy habits, said hastily,-
"I think it would be an excellent plan; and
I shall go over with you to-morrow to make the
proposal to Samuel and his parents."
Maurice was indeed grateful to his mamma,
for he felt she at anyrate trusted him; and he
was determined he would not weary or repent
that he had chosen to help Samuel during his
The next day, accordingly, Mrs. Wellwood and
Maurice set out together for the cottage where


Samuel lived, and after some little difficulty,
found it. Such a funny little cottage it was, but
so prettily situated! And what a hearty wel-
come they received !-for, as Mrs. Finch, Samuel's
mother, said, it was not often they had visitors.


When, however, she heard why they had come,
she fairly cried, poor woman! and thanked Mau-
rice so often that he almost cried too. Samuel
said very little; less than his mother thought


proper after such a proposal. But Maurice had
seen the quick flush that came to his pale cheek,
and the look of pleasure that beamed in his eyes,
and understood quite well that though he could
not say more at the time than "Thank you
kindly, sir," he was very glad indeed.
While Mrs. Wellwood went out to see Mrs.
Finch's flowers, and to speak a few words to the
younger children, Maurice was left to inquire
about the books Samuel had. The former was
surprised to find that his pupil was further ad-
vanced than he expected, but glad that he was a
little behind him.
"I'll tell you what I had better do," said
Maurice. "I will bring my books the next time,
and we can go over the lessons I have had the
last half. I shan't require them till I go back to
If you could do that, sir," said Samuel grate-
fully, "it would be kind. I've been such an
expense to father already; and I wouldn't like to
ask him to lay out more money just now, for he's
behind with his rent, and the flower season will
soon be over."
"Oh, I can easily manage about the books!"
said Maurice; "and I daresay, now that my


brother is going to college, he won't require his.
I wish he had been able to come with me; he'd
have helped you on twice as fast. But he can't
"spare the time."
It's very good of you, sir, to come so far to
help a poor boy like me," said Samuel. "I'll do
my best to learn, sir, and give you as little trouble
as I can."
"I'm sure you will," said Maurice hastily, for
he saw Samuel was almost crying. "Mr. Ethe-
ridge declares you'll beat me soon, if I don't take
care; he says you learn so fast. And he was say-
ing, too, that when you could read well, and write,
he would see about taking you into his office."
"Oh, did he say that, now?" exclaimed
Samuel, his eyes fairly glistening. "That's just
what I would like, of all things in the world."
On their return home, his mamma asked Mau-
rice how he liked his new pupil; and laughed at
his enthusiastic reply that he thought him a
wonderfully clever boy.
"Why, mamma, he knows such lots of things-
all about Captain Cook, and ever so many more
explorers; and as for history, he has it at his
finger-ends. The strange thing is, too, he reads
so badly."


Ah, you see, where there's a will there's a
way!" said Mrs. Wellwood, laughing. "Samuel
was determined to learn, and he picked up as
much as he could himself till Mr. Etheridge sent
him to school."
Yes; and it was hard to have to leave it
just when he had been there a month," said
Maurice. "I think Mr. Foster ought to be
publicly hooted for his behaviour towards him.
But never mind; Samuel will get on without his
help, I hope."
"And I hope my dear boy will not weary in
well-doing," said Mrs. Wellwood gently.
"Ah, mamma," said Maurice reproachfully, "I
thought you were going to trust me ?"
So I am, my darling," was the reply. "I
feel certain my boy will be brave this time, and
show his mother her confidence was not mis-
The next morning, when Maurice set out on
his labour of love, in passing through the wood
that led to the Finches' cottage, he paused before
a tree, and taking out his knife, cut out the day
of the month very carefully. "Now, I'll put a
notch under this every day," he said to himself;
" and if I am absent, then I'll leave it blank. If


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it is my own fault, I had better put a cross, and
for every cross I'll fine myself a sixpence. That
will surely keep me right; for there is not the


slightest doubt I'm greedy. I'm awfully fond of
money-a perfect miser, in fact. That, with the
thought how it would vex mamma were I to draw
back without a proper cause, will surely keep
my laziness within bounds. I mean to try hard,
at anyrate, this time."
During all the holidays, if any one had under-
stood the meaning of the notches in the tree, they
would have seen but few blanks, and not one
cross. Day after day might Maurice be seen
wending his way through the wood, in showery
weather as well as in sunny, his face always
wearing a pleasant look, and his cheery whistle
making even the birds a little envious. His
appearance was eagerly watched for by Samuel's
little brothers and sisters; who, the moment
Dash sprang out of the wood, would run back to
the cottage to tell Samuel the welcome tidings
that the young master was in sight.
Samuel made great progress certainly with his
lessons; but his health was by no means satis-
factory, and Maurice often saw he was in low
"I am afraid, Samuel," he said one day, "the
lessons are rather hard upon you; you study too
much. Mamma is often telling Hugh that 'all

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work and no play makes Jack a dull boy;' but
he gets worse and worse. I never saw a fellow
so fond of his books as he is-except you, per-
"Oh, it isn't that, sir," said Samuel; "I don't
know what I should have done if you hadn't
helped me. But I'm sometimes vexed to think
-I can be of no use to father. I can't even chop
wood or carry water from the spring for mother;
and she has so much to do, now that she has the
new baby to look after."
"Why, don't you nurse it for her ?" said
Maurice, laughing. "Didn't she say only yester-
day she couldn't get on without you, you took
such care of it, and the other children besides ?"
"Yes, she says that; but it's just to cheer
me," said Samuel, sighing heavily. "If I only
could think of some way to make money to help
father !"
On the way home that day Maurice sat down
under the tree, after adding the notch, and "put
on his thinking-cap," as he said. "I have it!" he
exclaimed, suddenly springing up, causing some
birds that were picking up the crumbs he had
flung down to them to fly away with a cry of
alarm. "I don't think mamma will object.


They are all mine; and capital ones, into the
He ran so fast home that he was quite out of
breath, and was a little vexed to hear his mamma
had not returned from her walk. "Well, then, I
must have patience," he said. "And now that
I think of it, I had better go round and see
how many hens I have. I'll give them all to
Samuel; he'll make a good lot of money out of
them, for they lay lots of eggs, though they are
such young hens-and Mrs. Finch can sell them."
While he was looking at them, and considering
whether he would give up his favourite old hen
also, the servant called to him that his mamma
had come in. When she heard about the new
project she was quite pleased, and even agreed to
send half-a-dozen of her own from the poultry-
S" Of course, you will have to go over and put
up the place for them," said Mrs. Wellwood.
"But I think Hugh will help you; it will do
him good to take a week's holiday before leav-
ing us."
How delighted Samuel was with the neat house
they put up, with a railing round to keep the
hens from wandering.

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And what a happy week the two boys spent
engaged in the work As Maurice said, it was
a real holiday; and though short, it had the full
effect of a very long time.

The day for Hugh to leave came far too soon,
and when the carriage drove away Maurice could
hardly see, his eyes were so dim with tears; but
hearing a sob, he turned round, and saw his
mother seated on the steps, quite overcome by the
loss of her boy-her "right hand," as she always
called Hugh. Maurice ran up to her at once, and
taking her round the neck, entreated her not to
cry, for that now he would do his utmost to fill
his brother's place.
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"I can't make up to you for Hugh, dear
mamma, but I'll do my best. I shall learn my
lessons ever so hard-though," he added with a
sigh, "it will be hard without dear Hugh to help


me. Do say you will trust me. I really mean
to be very careful." And seeing that his mother's
tears were giving place 'to a smile, he continued,
"I won't forget Hugh's last words; I do mean
to keep by it, and he believes I will. Yes; I
shall get papa to print on a card his favourite
proverb, and have it hung up in my room, so that
when I open my eyes in the morning I shall see
it the first thing."
"That is not a bad idea, Maurice," said his
mamma, trying to smile through her tears at her
boy's earnest face. "But I hope you are not
placing all your dependence upon a printed card.
There is One who can help you to keep your
good resolutions, if you, will but ask Him."
"Yes; I know who you mean, mamma," said
Maurice, the tears starting to his eyes. "I do
mean to ask God to help me." Then brushing
his jacket sleeve across his eyes hastily, he con-
tinued, "I am determined to take the prize next
time, and it will be with far more than one mark.
And then I shall go to college, and be with Hugh
once more."
"And what shall I do when you are both
gone ?" said Mrs. Wellwood.
"Oh, you must write letters to us, and see


after all our pets till we come back in the
holidays," said Maurice. "Well, it will be jolly
fun to come home agaiA and visit all the old
places. And then, mamma, when we are men,
you and papa will live with us always, and have
a pony-chair to drive about in like the Squire's
lady. Don't laugh, now. Hugh and I have
arranged it between us, and so I mean to work
hard, I can tell you, else, Hugh says, he will have
to do it all himself."


It was a little solitary to go back to school
without Hugh, but he liked it too; and then,
when the lessons were over, he hastened to Samuel
to give him his lessons before returning home.


Why, my boy," said Mr. Etheridge one day,
coming upon Maurice running as quickly as pos-
sible through the meadow, what brings you in
this direction at this time of day ?"
"I'm going to Samuel's, sir," said Maurice.
"You know it is not quite so far from the school
to his house as it is from home, and mamma says
I may go on for a little till the winter sets in.
I couldn't go there in snowy weather."

The winter set in sooner than Maurice ex-
pected, for that very week, when he was returning
through the wood, it began to snow heavily, and
by the time he reached home the ground was
quite covered, and the cattle had been brought


under shelter. Well," said Maurice to his
mamma, "I used to rejoice in the idea of winter,
but I can't say I'm glad of this, for poor Samuel's
sake. I'm afraid he'll miss me dreadfully."
You will have more time for sliding, though,"
said his mamma, laughing; "and as for Samuel, he
can go quietly over all he has learned during the
The next morning Mrs. Wellwood was startled
by hearing Maurice crying, mamma, mamma,
do come!" and on going downstairs, there she
found Maurice standing outside the front door in
"a terrible state of excitement. A pony, mamma.
"a real live pony for me!" he exclaimed. "Oh,
do come and look at it-he's such a beauty !"
"Why, who could have sent that here!" said
Mrs. Wellwood; but there was something in her
tone of voice which let Maurice see she knew all
about it. "Oh, isn't it kind of Mr. Etheridge,
mamma ? And do you know, Tom tells me he has
sent a whole load of hay and ever so much oats!
I can go to Samuel's now, mamma."
That very afternoon Maurice rode the pony
over to Samuel's house, and very much surprised
was the boy when Maurice walked in. I had just
been doing the best I could, thinking I shouldn't


see you again till the weather had changed," he


"Ah, but you see I've got a faithful friend to
help me along," said Maurice. Come out and
see him."
The pony was duly admired, and graciously
allowed himself to be patted and caressed, and
waited in the tool-house very patiently till his
master was ready for his return.
"I'll tell you what it is, sir," said Mrs. Finch,
"you must give up coming for a little, for even
though you have the pony, the roads are heavy


with the snow, I'm sure Samuel could get on
famously by himself for a little."
The roads had been rather hard that day, and
Maurice had been once or twice a little anxious
about the pony losing his footing; but he said
manfully, Oh, you know, I had the pony given
to me just that I might help Samuel, and it
would never do to give up coming."
"But mother is right, sir," said Samuel; "you
must wait a little."
"Well, then, I'll come every other day," said
Maurice-" Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays;
and as I have a half-holiday on two of these
days, we can have a good long lesson, and Brownie
will be all the better for the gallop."
Eventually it was arranged that Maurice should
only come on the Wednesdays and Saturdays;
and after marking out the lessons for the days
that would intervene till he came again, Brownie
was brought out, and his master mounted him,
assisted by the whole family.
How Maurice enjoyed the play-hours now!
He had done his duty, and proved that he could
be trusted, and no boy hailed the play-hour more
enthusiastically than he did. Such glorious slides
they had then! and how thoroughly Maurice


enjoyed them! There was no need that he
should sit in the school-house now and learn his


lessons, as he had ungrudgingly done the whole
season before. He had had to suffer a good deal
from the boys on account of this, who, not
knowing anything about Samuel, had sneered
and declared he meant to steal a march on
them, and carry off all the prizes next examina-
tion-day; but as he did not manage to get above
the cleverer boys, and had always managed at
any time to keep a good position in the class,
they left him to his self-imposed solitude. But
now that he had broken through the rule, they


naturally referredito the change, and some of them
had gone so far as to try to induce the majority
of his schoolmates to prevent him from joining in
their sports. When he had run eagerly to push
at the great snowball some of them had begun to

make, a cry was raised, "Out of that, Wellwood.
If you can't join our games when we want you,
we won't have you now !"
But that was only for a little. The majority
of the boys, with whom the Wellwoods had gene-
rally been favourites, interfered, and Maurice was
allowed to slide and join in any of their sports as
much as the others. It was true that, instead of
staying as the others did during the half-holidays,

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he always went home, and his statement that
" he'd greatly prefer to stay and slide," only added
to the mystery. Somehow it came out he had a
pony, and then another brought the tidings that
he was always seen riding in the same direction.
Boy-like, they determined to find out why it was
he avoided telling what he did with his half-
holidays, and why he sneaked off home in that
strange manner-he who used to be last on the
ice in any previous winter.
"Depend upon it, he's up to no good," said
one of the boys, "if we only could find out what
he does with his time. It would be such a fine
thing to find out one of these Wellwoods in a
fault; they are generally considered so perfect !"
The very next Saturday this same boy hap-
pened to be in the wood close to Mrs. Finch's
cottage, and just at the entrance of it he saw a
man carrying a basket, and a woman gathering
sticks, and right in front of him there was Maurice
on his pony. He drew up to speak to them, and
the woman seemed so glad to see him, that for a
moment the boy declared he expected she was
going to take him in her arms. He further
stated that he had distinctly heard her say, "0
sir, but he'll be glad to see you !"


"We'll force it out of him," said Charley Hay,
who had been his greatest companion. "I can't
imagine Maurice Wellwood, of all boys, turning
into a sneak. He used to be so open and above
"But I say, Hay," said another boy, who had
a decided spite against Charley, "isn't this a free
country, and mayn't a fellow do just what he
likes with his time ? If he chooses to visit some-
body at that house, or carry a message for his
mother, what is that to you ? I don't see what
you have got to do with it."
"Don't you, though; why then I have, that's
all," said Charley doggedly; "and what's more, I
mean to find out."


Oh, you may do as you please as to that," said
the boy, only you mind what I say. Just you let
Maurice alone. I've seen you and others trying to
bully him of late, and I'm not going to allow it."
"You're not going to allow it, forsooth !" said
Charley Hay contemptuously; "what next, I
wonder! What right have you to stand up for
him ?"
"Well, his brother Hugh was my greatest
friend," said the other, "and I promised to look
after him, that's all. I simply wanted to let you
all know that any one who bullied him would
have to fight with me some day for it;" and
saying this, he walked away. As he was cele-
brated for his fighting powers, Charley Hay seemed
to consider it the best policy to let Maurice alone
for the present.
It was evident to all that Maurice really
had turned over a new leaf at last; and though
Charley Hay tried to make him neglect his lessons,
he resisted the temptation manfully. Over and
over again, while they sat on the same form,
Charley would whisper into Maurice's ear some
grand project then afoot amongst the boys. It
was not easy at first to refuse to join, but Maurice
knew that if he consented he would be certain to


get into mischief and his lessons would in that
case be neglected. With a pleasant smile, there-
fore, he would decline to have anything to do

with their plan, and engage himself with his
arithmetic or his books, till Charley, seeing how
determined he was not to yield, would become


sulky, and go off with other and more congenial
We have said before Maurice was a favourite
with most of his school-mates, especially with the
mischievous ones, as he had always been ready
to join in any trick to be played off on the vil-
lagers or boys. But now his altered behaviour
did not meet with approval, especially with Charley
Hay, and poor Maurice found it was not so easy
to get free from bad habits and bad companions
as he at first supposed. The boys that were
Hugh's friends kept apart from Maurice, think-
ing that he would be sure to fall into his old idle
ways; and the others, with Charley at their head,
were constantly annoying him, and trying to pro-
voke him in every way in their power. To escape
from them, and to avoid quarrelling with Charley
outright, Maurice used to go during the play-hour
and spend the interval in Joe Porrett's cottage.
The old man was always glad to see him, and
generally had something pleasant to relate, to turn
Maurice's thoughts from brooding over his trials.
"Never mind them, Master Maurice," old Joe
would say; "just you let them see you mean to be a
careless boy no longer, but steady and well-behaved
and they will soon give up their teasing ways."


"But, Joe," replied Maurice, "the thing that
puzzles me is why they won't let me play quietly
with them, as Hugh used to do. I've often
heard Hugh say, 'I can't join you now, Charley
-I've got my lessons to attend to; but I'll come
after;' and Charley would walk away quite
pleased. But when I say the same, he turns and
sneers, and makes a fool of me to the others;
and he says if I can't play to suit them, they
won't play to suit me."
"You see, sir," said Joe, "they always looked
up to Master Hugh-he was so steady like, and
a boy that neither got himself nor his friends
into trouble."
"But more than that, Joe, Charley seems to
think that because I want to be steady like
Hugh, I have become a sneak, and will carry
tales; and this very morning he accused me of
telling the master who broke the school-house
window, and he threatens to give me a thrashing
the first opportunity."
"Well, well, Master Maurice," said Joe, shak-
ing his head, "you see what it is to have to do
with a wild boy like Charley Hay. You were
warned well by Master Hugh to give up his com-
pany: there's a saying that familiarity breeds


contempt-and it's not far wrong, you see; you've
been too familiar with them, sir."
That very afternoon, when Maurice was return-
ing from school, he met Charley Hay, who at
once ran forward and seized hold of him by the
collar of his jacket, calling out that he'd teach


him to carry tales again. Fortunately, Mrs.
Mavisbank, the Squire's lady, turned round the
corner and put a stop to the fight; and not
only so, but managed to convince Charley that
Maurice did not tell Mr. Crowe upon him, and
that his altered behaviour did not necessarily do
away with his friendship for his school-mates, but
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made him all the better able to join in any game
during the proper hours, when his tasks had been
honestly attended to.
From that time Maurice might be seen heading
a band of his school-mates at their favourite game
of hounds and hare, or his merry laugh might be
heard in the play-ground, as he tried, to keep
peace and harmony amongst the boys. When
any unpleasant feeling arose, or any question re-
quired to be decided, Maurice was now considered
the best person to set the matter right. What
was even pleasanter, his parents trusted him as
much as they had Hugh, and all the little duties
he had performed to help his mother were so well
attended to by Maurice, that she often declared
she had never wanted her right hand, though she
missed her Hugh. The hour for learning his
lessons was now the happiest in the day, for his
papa was always ready to lay aside his book to
help him; and when exercise and tasks had been
carefully gone over, Mr. Wellwood would read
aloud some interesting and amusing book, or
relate a story of his own boyhood, which was
better than any story ever printed in a book.

And now let us take a peep at Hugh. His


Uncle Wellwood having asked the advice of one
of the professors of the London University, it was
arranged that Hugh should attend juvenile classes
for a year or two, to prepare him for entering
college. Mr. Wellwood had no children of his
own, and was naturally an austere, gloomy man
and since his wife's death he had become much
more so. He had a notion that all boys were in-
clined to be idle, and required to be strictly looked
after; so Hugh was obliged to go to his uncle's
office in the city, that he might be under his eye
during the intervals.
He had a stool and desk set apart for him in a
small room, where the youngest clerk sat, a boy
the very opposite of Hugh, and one who would
never get on, being idle and discontented, and
never happy but when he was engaged in some
forbidden pleasure. His great delight was to
talk of running away, and he was constantly
urging Hugh to join him.
One Saturday Vincent had tried his utmost to
induce Hugh to accompany him and a few friends
down the river to Erith, where they meant to
dine; but Hugh, knowing his uncle disapproved
of these excursions, refused, and took a solitary
walk into the country instead. As he lay under


the spreading branches of a tree close to the river,
.and enjoyed the song of the birds, and the lazy


hum of the insects, he thought of his home and
Maurice, and said to himself how glad he was


that his brother was safely at home, and not sub-
jected to the temptations Vincent would have held
out to him. For, as yet, Hugh did not know
how much improved poor Maurice was.

As he thus sat thinking, a spider began to
weave his web in a corner of a broken trellis, and
Hugh was much amused watching it. A minute
or two after it was finished, a fly came buzzing
past and lighted on the web-so fragile-looking
and yet so strong. Down came the spider from
his lurking-place, and the poor silly fly was caught.
"That fly is so like Vincent and poor Maurice,"
said Hugh; they rush straight ahead after plea-
sure, without a moment's thought, attracted, like


that fly, by the bright colours of the web, till they
are entangled in the meshes with which the world
is ready to bind them and hold them fast."


Hugh went home feeling happy and contented,
though a little sad when he thought of Maurice,
and there he found his uncle waiting for him with
a kind, frank smile of welcome, which was cer-
tainly unusual. After dinner, Mr. Wellwood
explained that the day before he had overheard
the conversation between Vincent and Hugh, and
it had pleased him to think that his nephew had
given up this party of pleasure, preferring a long
solitary walk in the country, to please his uncle.



From that day, Mr. Wellwood trusted Hugh
in everything. He was no longer required to
stay in the dingy office, but was allowed to go
where he pleased during the hours he was dis-
engaged; and not only so, but he would join
Hugh for a long walk, or a stroll through the
Crystal Palace or British Museum, which, as Mrs.
Trig the old housekeeper used to say, was an
honour indeed, as her master seldom or never
indulged in a holiday. But it's all along of you,
Master Hugh," said Mrs. Trig; "we ought all to
bless the day that brought your cheery face
amongst us, for master's grumpy voice is gone
entirely, and he seems to enjoy his life as other
gentlemen do."
Oh, but you mustn't set down the improve-
ment in uncle to me entirely, Mrs. Trig," said
Hugh, laughing.
And who am I to thank, then, for it?" she re-
plied. "Oughtn't I to know him best, sir, seeing
I have been his housekeeper for more than eight
and twenty years !"
"And that is a long time indeed," said Hugh,
smiling, knowing that Mrs. Trig prided herself
greatly on her long period of service. "But you
see, Mrs. Trig, my uncle has been so fortunate in


his speculations lately, that he is more cheerful,
because, you know, it must have been very try-
ing to have to lose so much money as he did dur-
ing the war."

Thus Hugh grew up to manhood, spreading
sunshine wherever he went, and beloved by all
who knew him. In course of time his uncle
admitted him into the firm; and Maurice, who
had proved to the satisfaction of all his friends
that, instead of being a lazy tom-noodle, "he
would in time be as shrewd and clever a man as,
his uncle," was taken in also, showing the just-
ness of his father's favourite proverb,-


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