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HOW A FARTHING MADE A FORTUNE.
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DICK HlAD TO BE BUSY." p. 55.
HOW A FARTHING MADE A FORTUNE
HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY."
BY MRS. C. E. BOWEN
Authoress of "Jack the Conqueror," "How Pauc's ezn y become a
Pound," "How Peter's Pound became a Penny," Th- roik's
Story," etc., etc.
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DICK AND THE APPLES .. .. .. .
DICK'S MISTAKE .. .. .. .. 2r
A NEW HOME .. ... 45-
LIFE AT DENHAM COURT. .. .. .. .. 5
THE VISITOR AT THE LODGE .. .. .6
SIR JOHN'S PROPOSAL .. .. .. 69
RETURNING GOD FOR EVIL .. .. 74
HOW A FARTHING MADE A FORTUNE;
OR, "HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY."
DICK AND THE APPLES.
FEW children, if any, who read this tale will
probably be able to form any idea of such a
wretched home as that in which lived little Dick
Nason, the ragman's son. There are houses and
rooms in some of the back streets in London
where men, women, and children herd almost
like wild beasts-haunts of iniquity and misery,
and where the name of God is never heard
except in the utterance of terrible oaths or
execrations. Such was Roan's Court, a place
which gave the police continual trouble, and
many a hard blow in the execution of their duty.
The houses were let out in rooms, of which the
upper ones were the most healthy, as possessing
a little more light and air than the others; but
the cellar floors were almost destitute of both
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these common luxuries of life, being sunk con-
siderably below the level of the court, and the
windows, consisting of four small panes of glass,
begrimed with dirt, or if broken, as was generally
the case, stuffed up with dirty rags or paper.
It was in one of these cellar rooms that Dick
Nason had been born, and in which he lived till
he was twelve years -old. How -he had lived,
how he had been fed, and how clothed, it would
be difficult to imagine. His mother had been a
tidy sort of woman in her younger days, gaining
her living as a servant in the family of a .~rall
tradesman. But she married a man who was
not of sober habits, and who in consequence lost
all steady employment, and sank lower and lower
till he was reduced to the position of a ragman,
going about to collect clothes, bones, rabbit-
skins, and such odds and ends as he could scrape
together from the servants. The trade was not
an unlucrative one on the whole, but Nason
spent so much in drink, and his wife having
fallen into the same bad habit, kept so little
of what she could contrive to get from her
husband for household purposes, that they sel-
dom sat down to a regular meal, but scrambled
on in a wretched way, becoming every year
Dick and the Apples.. 9
more degraded and more confirmed in their
habits of intemperance.
Such was the home in which little Dick was
reared. Fortunately he was the onlychild. His
father took little notice of him. His mother was
not without affection for him, but it was con-
stantly deadened by the almost stupefied state
in which she lived. The child seldom knew real
hunger, for there was generally something to be
found in the three-cornered cupboard to which
he. had free access, nor did he often get the hard
words and blows that are so apt to fall to the
lot of the unfortunate children of drinking
parents. Neither Nason nor his wife were ranked
amongst the more brawling and disorderly in-
habitants of Roan's Court; though drink stupe-
fled and rendered them helpless and good-for-
nothing often for days together, especially after
Nason had had a good haul into his big clothes-
bag, and had turned its contents into money.
But as for the dirt, untidiness, and general dis-
comfort of their abode, they might have won
the prize in this respect had one been offered for
the most wretched room.
Dick was a queer little figure to look, at,
though he had the brightest face possible. He
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used to be clothed entirely out of his father's
rag-bag. Nason had three of these bags, which
hung up on three nails in their cellar room.
One was blue, made of strong material, for the
reception of old garments; the second, of stout
canvas, was for rabbit-skins; and the third for
bones. Out of the blue bag used to come forth
jackets, which were by no means worn out, as
well as jackets well patched and darned. The
latter always fell to Dick's share, as the better ones
were more valuable to turn into cash. As to the
fit, that was considered to be utterly unimpor-
tant. If only they were large enough for Dick
to squeeze into them, or small enough for him
to be able to walk about in them, that was
deemed sufficient; so the little fellow would at
one time be seen to be almost bursting through
his things from their tightness, and at another
he looked like a walking clothes-peg with his
garments hanging loosely upon him. But it was
all the same to Dick, whether they were tight
or loose, and his bright eyes and curly head were
what people looked at most after all. Dick's life
for the first few years was a very free and easy
one. He made dirt pies beautifully as soon as
he was able to walk, being instructed in that art
Dick and the Apples. 11
by some children a little older than himself who
lived next door. Then came the ball-playing
age-for even the poorest youngsters contrive
to get balls somehow or other-and Dick had
his to roll about long before he knew how to
play with it. A little later on his amusement
was to stroll about the streets, peep in at the
shop windows, look longingly at the tempting
piles of oranges and lollipops on the stalls at the
corner of the street,'and occasionally, but very
rarely, produce a halfpenny from his pocket with
which to purchase a scrap of the said lollipops,
or one of the smallest and most sour of the
-But the greatest delight of Dick's life was to
go to Covent Garden Market to look at the
flowers, his love for which seemed born with him
in a remarkable degree. He was in a perfcc-t
ecstasy of delight the first time he went there in
company with some other children, who like
himself had nothing to do but to stroll about the
streets. What they looked at with indifference,
Dick gazed upon with rapture, and from that
day he constantly found his way to the same spot,
which was at no great distance from Roan's
Court. He was there so often that his appear-
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ance -became familiar to the stall-holders, and
they sometimes ,employed him in running errands
or doing little jobs for them, rewarding him with
an apple or orange, or, if it were towards the
evening, perhaps a bunch of flowers that had
begun to fade. Nothing ever pleased him so
much as to have them to take home; and then
he tenderly put them in- a cracked mug on the
window seat, where he could see them as soon
as he awoke in the morning. In after years he
used to say that his first idea of God-was taken
from those flowers; that their beauty carried off
his mind in wonder as to the greatness of the
Power that made them. The strange contrast
between them in all their loveliness and the
dingy dirty room he lived in, had doubtless much
to do with the effect they produced on his mind.
Dick knew little about religion. Once or
twice he had peeped into a church when service
was going on, but had not cared to stay long;
not at all understanding what he heard, and feel-
ing rather alarmed at the man in the black gown
whom he saw sitting near the door to keep
But though- Dick was a stranger to both
church and Sunday-school, an instructor was
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raised up for him in a quarter no one would have
expected. Not far from Covent Garden, in a
single room, lived an old man named John
Walters, who had a small pension from a gentle-
man whose servant he had once been, and who
increased his means by doing a variety of jobs
about the market, where he was quite an institu-
tion. This old man loved his God and loved his
Bible. He lived quite alone. His wife had been
dead some years, and the only child he ever had,
a boy, died of measles when he was about twelve
years of age.
Perhaps it was the remembrance of this boy
made him notice little Dick as he lingered day
after day about the market; but he might never
have spoken to him had it not been for an
incident which we will relate.
One day as a woman from the country was
beginning to put up her fruit and vegetables, she
tripped and upset her basket of apples, which
rolled away in every direction. Dick was stand-
ing near and helped to pick them up. The
woman was anxious to collect them all, for they
were a valuable sort of apple which sold for a
good price for dessert, and every one was precious.
Several rolled away to a distance and lodged
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under a heap of empty hampers. Dick ran
amongst the hampers and picked them up; as
he did so he slipped three of them into the capa-
cious pockets of the very loose clothes he had on,
which had lately been produced from the blue
bag and would have fitted a boy nearly twice his
size. There was an Eye above that saw him
commit this theft, that Almighty Eye which
never sleeps; but there was also a human one
upon the little boy at the moment, and it was
that of old John Walters. He was standing very
near, but was concealed by some tall shrubs.
He saw Dick turn round to look if any one could
see him before he put the apples in his pocket,
and this made him watch what he was about;
and he also saw him go up to the woman with
several apples in his hands, which he gave her.
She warmly thanked him, and returned him one
as a present for the trouble he had taken. It
was getting late in the afternoon, and Walters
was soon going home. He felt unhappy about
Dick, who reminded him of his own boy. He
thought he looked like a neglected lad who had
no one to teach him how wrong it is to steal.
He did not like to bring him into disgrace and
trouble in the market by accusing him of taking
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the apples, neither did he feel it would be right
in him to see a child steal and take no notice.
"For," thought he, "if he goes on from one thing
to another he may come to be a housebreaker in
course of time; but if stopped now, a boy with
such a face as that may become an honest, good
man." Then after a few minutes' thought he
said to himself, "'Tis one of Christ's little ones,
and so for the Master's sake I'll have a try at
him." Meanwhile Dick was devouring the apple
the woman .had given him, with the not un-
pleasant recollection that the pleasure to his
palate would be repeated three times over, since
he had three more in his pocket. I am afraid
the said pleasure was in no way diminished by
the consciousness that they were stolen. I do
not mean to say that he was a thief habitually,
for he was not. Some boys make thieving a
trade and exult in it. Dick had sometimes pur-
loined what was not his own, in the same manner
that he had done the apples. He did not look
out for opportunities, but if one such as this came
in his way he did not try to resist the temptation.
He was rather startled when he felt some one
lay a hand firmly on his, shoulder. It was the
hand of John Walters, who said to him-
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"I want to speak a word to you, my man.
Come home with me and I'll give you a cup of
tea. I'm going to have mine directly." Dick
looked up into his face. It was a very kindly
one, though rough and furrowed with years.
He did not feel afraid of it; so he went off with
Walters, for the cup of tea sounded tempting.
It was not often such a chance fell in his way.
He walked by the old man's side and answered
all his questions as to his name, and where he
lived, and what his father did, etc., and by the
time Walters knew all about him, they had
arrived at the room which he rented in a small
back street of some people who kept a little
It was but a humble abode, but it seemed a
palace to Dick compared with his own. In the
first place, it was quite clean, for the woman of
whom Walters rented it was careful to keep it
well swept, and he himself did all the tidying and
dusting part. Then the furniture was better
than what Dick was accustomed to see in any of
the rooms in Roan's Court. There was a little
round table in the middle of the room, and
another at the side with two or three large books
on it. And there was a cupboard in one corner
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"I WANT TO SPEAR A WORD TO YOU, MY MAN."
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and a narrow bedstead in another, and over the
bedstead was laid a large tiger-skin which
Walters' master had given him many years before,
and which served as an ornament by day and a
warm covering for cold nights. Also there was
a shelf over the side table with a few books on
it. Walters was a good scholar, and had always
been fond of reading, but of late years he had
cared for few books except his Bible and Prayer-
book, which gave evidence of being often used.
Walters told Dick to sit down, and he gave
him a book with some pictures of animals in it to
look at whilst he made tea; but the boy could
not help watching Walters and his doings, which
had greater attractions than his book, on the
whole. First he put a match to the fire, which
was laid ready for lighting. Then he went out
with his kettle and fetched some water. Next
he unlocked the cupboard, and brought out a
tea-pot and two blue and white cups and saucers,
and a half-loaf of bread and some butter. He set
them on the table very tidily, and then going
out again, he went into the little shop on the
other side of the passage and bought two or
three slices of bacon of his landlady, who sold
provisions. These he fried in a little pan that
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was hung up by the fireside, and when the water
was poured into the tea-pot, and the frizzling,
delicious-smelling bacon was lifted off the fire
and put on a dish on the table, Dick's mouth
watered so that he could scarcely wait to be
told to begin and eat. "Now then, Dick, come
along," said Walters, and Dick needed no second
bidding. He pulled his chair in an instant close
to the table, and taking his seat, looked ready
for action. But old Walters had something else
to do before he would begin. He told Dick he
was going to say grace, and bade him stand,
which he did, and looked rather wonderingly at
the old man as he took his little black cap off
his head, and raising his hands, asked God to
bless the food His goodness had given them.
The boy had never seen this done before, and it
puzzled him; but the next moment he forgot all
about it in the pleasure of satisfying his hunger
with the bacon and bread, of which Walters cut
him a large slice. His kind-hearted host ate very
little himself; but he enjoyed watching Dick's
satisfaction, and perhaps wished he had not to
do so disagreeable a thing as to tell his young
guest that he had seen him stealing.
When tea was over, the methodical old gentle-'
Dick and the Apples. 21
man washed up the cups and saucers and plates,
and put everything away in the cupboard. Then
"Now, Dick, I have something to say to you
-something you won't like half as much as eat-
ing the bacon. You have some apples in your
pockets, which you stole from the woman when
she- dropped them and they rolled under the
hamper. Dick, it is a very shocking thing to be
;a thief, and yet you are one "
Poor Dick's blue eyes.grew enormous, and-his
cheeks became scarlet. He knew too well that
when thieves were detected their fate was to be.
carried off to prison. He began to suspect he
had been entrapped, and that Walters was a
policeman in disguise; yet it seemed strange if
he were going to be punished that he should
begin by giving him such a good tea. He had
no time to collect his ideas, for Walters was
waiting for him to speak; he could only fly to
the resource of trying to help himself by telling a
falsehood, so he said that the woman had given
them to him.
"No, Dick, that is untrue; she gave youth une
only, which you ate."
More and more alarmed at finding how
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thoroughly acquainted Walters was with the late
transaction, Dick began to cry and begged him
to let him off. The kind-hearted old man drew the
boy to his side, and told him he was not going to-
punish him or tell anybody about his theft; and
when his tears were completely dried, he said-
SBut there is One who does know it, my boy,
and who will one day punish you for steA'liug
and telling stories if you go on thus, and if you
do not feel sorry for this and other naughty deeds.
you have done."
And then he talked of things very new to little-
Dick. He spoke of sin and of hell, and of Jesus
Christ, and of repentance and heaven, in such
simple words as came naturally to the old man,.
who was simple as a child himself, and yet was
wiser and more learned in these precious truths
than many a great scholar. He talked till the
blue eyes brimmed over with tears again, but
this time not with terror lest he was going to be
sent to prison, but with sorrow for having done-
so wrongly. For Dick had a very tender heart,
and one that was quite ready to receive all that
was said to him. He brought the three apples,
out of his pockets and asked Walters to take
them away from him.
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"But they are not mine; I can't take them,"
Then I will throw them away," said Dick.
"That will not be right," said Walters, "for
they are not yours to throw away; they are the
Dick looked bewildered; he did not know
what to do with them.
I think you ought to give them back to their
owner," said Walters. I know her, and she is
very kind and will forgive you directly, I am
sure. If you are really sorry, you will be glad
to take them back to her., Suppose you leave
them here till to-morrow, and then come, and I
will go with you to her stall." Dick promised,
and then old Walters kneeled down with the little
boy by his side, and he prayed-
0 dear Lord, forgive this young child for
what he has done wrong, and help him not to
steal and tell stories any more, for Thy dear Son
Jesus Christ's sake. Amen."
Then Dick ran home, thinking all the way of
what Walters had been talking about.
The next morning when he woke he saw his
little mug of flowers standing on the window-sill,
and the old thought came into his mind about
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God making such beautiful things, and he felt
very sorry that he had offended God the day
before, and ventured to say a little prayer to
Him'himself, the very first that had passed his
0 God, who made the flowers, please. make
me a good boy. I don't mean to steal apples any
more, or tell stories."
A little later on, Dick learnt to ask 'for God's
help to keep him from stealing 'and lying and
doing wrong things.
And old Walters had his prayer that morning
0 God, I am old and not able to do much
for Thee, but help me to teach the little boy Thy
He was very glad when Dick came running in,
for he was half afraid he might shirk the business
of taking the apples back to the woman. It
showed that he was really sorry, and willing to
punish himself by doing a disagreeable thing;
for it was of course very disagreeable to go and
own that he had stolen the apples. Let all chil-
dren who read this little tale remember, that when
we do any wrong thing, it is right that we should
suffer for it. It is not enough merely to tell God
Dick and the Apples. 25
*we are sorry and to ask His forgiveness; we
must prove to God and to ourselves that we really
,are grieved for our sin by humbling ourselves to
ask pardon of those to whom we have done wrong,
and by trying to repair the wrong. If we shrink
from this when it is in our power to do it, we
may be pretty sure that our penitence is not of
the kind to lead us to hope that our fault will be
forgiven by God; and if He does not forgive our
fault, then it will rise up before- us in that day
when all, both. small and great, must appear
before the judgment-seat of God.
The ,woman, -Mrs. Needham by name, was
greatly surprised when Walters came to her stall
as she was laying it out, and told her that Dick
wished to return her three apples he had been
tempted to put into his pockets the day before.
Poor Dick scarcely said a word himself, he felt
so frightened lest Mrs. Needham should be very
angry ; but she only spoke kindly to him, and said
she hoped he would never do such a thing again.
Indeed, she was just going to give him back one
of the apples; but Walters was wiser, and shook
his head at her and led Dick away. He knew it
would be bad for the boy to be rewarded for
taking back the stolen fruit. That afternoon
26 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
when Mrs. Needham and Walters happened to
be together for a few minutes, she talked to him
about Dick, and he told her how' he had tried
to show the boy the sin of stealing.
"After all, though," said the soft-hearted
woman, who was more kind than wise, "it was
no such great thing he did. An apple or two he
just slipped into his pocket when he had the
chance, that was all."
But Walters turned to her, and laying his hand
on her arm, said almost solemnly-
"And what turned Adam and Eve out of Para-
dise and brought sin upon millions and millions
of'us, Mrs. Needham? Why, the taking of an
apple, and that was all!'"
Well, Walters, you've your own way of talk-
ing about these things, and you understand them
better than I do, because you're so Bible-read."
Mrs. Needham was prevented saying more, be-
cause a customer just then came up to purchase
some of the very apples in question.
FROM that day Dick had a friend in old Walters
-a very humble one, but of priceless worth to
the neglected child. He encouraged him to
come often to his room to see him, and finding
he could- not. read, he commenced to try to
teach him. He bought a spelling-book, and-
began what was in truth a most difficult and
arduous task to one of his age. But Dick was
quick, and Walters persevering, and in course of
time the .letters were mastered, and then came
words of one syllable. After that progress was
rapid. A copy-book next appeared on the scene,
and the constant inky state of Dick's fingers bore
grimy testimony to the industry of both master
and pupil. It was a proud day for them both
when the boy could write his name quite legibly
and neatly in the little Prayer-book which
Walters had promised should be his whenever he
could do so.
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But it was not only the art of reading and
writing that Dick was acquiring from his newly-
found friend. Lessons of far higher value were
being constantly given to him by Walters, whose
heart was full of love for his Saviour, and who
longed to bring this little lamb into His fold, and
secure him against all the temptations that, with
such parents and in such a neighbourhood as
Roan's Court, he would be subjected to as he
grew older. Fortunately for Dick, his father's
and mother's carelessness about him turned to
good account by enabling him to be a great deal
with Walters. On Sundays he went often with
him to church, instead of as formerly playing all
day in the court or back streets with other idle,
uncared-for children. This was a real pleasure
to him, for the music possessed as great a fasci-
nation for him as flowers.
For some time things went on thus. Dick was
getting older and taller, and Walters thought it
was time for him to have some regular employ-
ment. He was so interested in the lad that he
took a walk to Roan's Court one day to speak to
his parents about him; but it was unfortunately
an evening when they were neither of them quite
in a state to be talked to on the subject. He
Dick's Mistake. 29
left them in disgust, and with feelings of deep
pity for their child. He did not know how to
help him, for he lived his own lonely life, know-
ing scarcely any one; certainly no one who could
be of use to Dick. He consulted his landlady,
but she could give no advice, and only remarked
that "boys were troublesome creatures, and of
no use whilst young." The poor woman had
two of her own, for whom she had difficulty in
providing, so she spoke feelingly. But though
Walters was unable to serve the lad in this re-
spect, he had been unconsciously paving the way
for a bright future for him by teaching him
honesty and the fear of God.
One morning as Dick was going down the
Strand with another boy, they stopped to look
in at a shop window just as a gentleman drew
up his horse at the door, and looked round for
some one to come and hold it whilst he entered
the shop. Dick ran forward and offered himself.
The gentleman gave one look at his pleasant face
and put the bridle into his hand, saying, There,
my lad, hold it firmly; the horse is quiet
He was some time in the shop, which was a
bookseller's, and he was looking over books.
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Once or twice he came to the door to see that all
was right with his horse, and finiing that Dick
was holding him carefully, he gave, him a nod.
and returned into the shop. Dick thought his
face was a very kind one. When he had finished
his business and came out to remount his horse,
he put his hand into his pocket and took out
some coppers wrapped in paper, and giving them
to Dick, said-
"There, my lad, take -these. I don't know
how many pence you will find inside the paper,
but the more there are the better for you."
He was just going to ride off, when the shop-
man came to the door and asked him some
question, to which he replied in a loud voice-
"Let them be sent to No. Grosvenor Square."
Dick eagerly opened the paper;, there were
four pennies inside-and he stared with amaze-
ment, there was also a small, very bright yellow.
He had only once or twice seen a sovereign in.
his life, and never had had one in his hand.
His companion, a boy named Larkins who lived
near Roan's Court, uttered an exclamation.
"Why, Dick, he's given you a bit of yellow
money; you lucky fellow!" Dick gave quite a
"THERE, MY LAD, HOLD IT FIRMLY; THE HORSE IS
Dick's Mistake. 33
shout of joy. He felt almost giddy, and as if a
large fortune had fallen into his hands.
"I tell you what, Dick," said Larkins, who
secretly hoped he might come in for a share of
the money, don't you be looking at it like that
here in tae street, or people will think you've no
business with it. Yellow money doesn't often
come to the like of us ; and, I say, don't you go
telling your father or mother of your luck, or
they'll take it from you and go and spend it in
Dick did not reply; he was wrapping up the
coppers and the yellow bit as carefully in the
paper as when they were given him, and he put
the little parcel in his jacket pocket.
I say, Dick," continued Larkins, "what are
you going to do with it? How shall you spend
it ? Won't you go and have a good feed at the
cook-shop to begin with ?"
Dick heard, and a savoury thought about hot
meat and potatoes crossed his mind; but he put.
it away again, for more important ideas were
floating there. His countenance was grave and
thoughtful. "I don't think," said he, "that the
gentleman meant to give me yellow money. He
said there were pence inside the paper. I'm quite
34 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
sure he did not know there was any gold there."
"Why, then, all the better for you that he
made a mistake," said Larkins. "What a lucky
thing that he did not look to see what there was
inside the paper before he gave it you! "
Time was, before he knew old Walters, that
Dick would have thought so too, but now he
could not feel any pleasure in taking possession
of what it was not intended he should have.
I should like to give it back to the gentle-
man," he said. It would be like stealing, I
think, if I kept it."
Well, you would be a silly chap to do that,"
-exclaimed Larkins-" but one good thing is, you
can't give it back; you don't know where he lives."
"Yes, I think I do," said Dick. "He said
that something was to be sent to No. Grosvenor
"Square; so he lives there, I daresay, and I can
find him, perhaps."
Larkins' indignation was very great at his
stupid folly, as he called it. His visions of being
treated to a hot dinner at the cook-shop were
melting away. Then he tried ridicule: called
ihim "A young saint," "Pious Dick," "Parson
Dick," "Preaching Dick," but all to no purpose.
At length Dick escaped from his teasing by
Dick's Mistake. 35
taking the turning which led to Walters' lodging,
whose advice he wished to ask.
He was out. Then he went and looked for
him in the market, but he was not to be found.
I know he would tell me I ought to try and
find the gentleman," he said to himself, so I'll
go at once."
He knew his way about London pretty well,
though it was not often he had been to the West
End, and he had to ask his road once or twice
before he could find Grosvenor Square. When
he got there it was some- time before he could
discover the number he wanted, and when he
did at last pause before No. -, he felt quite
frightened at seeing what a grand house it was.
The doors looked so tall, and the knockers so
high up, it was impossible to reach them. Then
he remembered it would not be right for a poor
boy to go to the 'front door, so he turned and
went to the area gate and looked down the flight
of steps that led to the kitchen. It took a great
deal of courage to descend them and knock at
the door below-more than he could all at once
summon to his aid-and he stood irresolute, with
the handle of the gate in his hand.
He went down at length and knocked timidly
36 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
at the kitchen door. No one came, so after some
time he knocked again and louder. It was
opened by a girl, who asked him'what he wanted.
Please, I want to see the gentleman who said
he lived here," said Dick.
The girl stared, and made him repeat his
words. This time he spoke rather plainer, and
said he wanted to see a gentleman who had given
him some money an hour or two ago, in the
Strand, for holding his horse.
A servant in livery crossed the passage at this
moment, and heard what he said. He came to
the door and exclaimed harshly-
And so, because he gave you some money,
you have come here hoping to get more, you
young vagabond. That's always the way with
"I'i not come to beg," replied Dick, indig-
nantly. "I'm come to give the gentleman
money, not to ask him for it."
"Did the gentleman bid you come ? asked
No," said Dick.
"Did any one send you ?"
No," was again the reply.
And yet you say you've come to give the
Dick's Mistake. 37
gentleman, money, and not to beg," said the
servant. "Now, youngster, take my advice-
get off from here as fast as you can go, for it
strikes me you are lurking about for no good.
There's a bobby not far off who will come if I call
He shut the door in Dick's face, and the
servant girl went back into the kitchen, and
amused her companions by telling them that a
boy had just come under the pretence of wanting
to give some -money to the master.
"That's just what those young rascals do," re-
marked the cook. They are taught by the
thieves who employ them to go to gentlemen's
houses with some pretence that shall get them
admitted inside-and then, whilst waiting, they
take notice of doors and windows and bolts and
keys, and go and tell their masters, who know
how to set to work at night with their instru-
ments when they come to break in. I daresay
that that boy has been taking-stock of the lower -
part of the house, for now I think of it, I saw a
boy some time ago standing on the top of the
area steps and looking down at the door and
windows. This lad is the same, no doubt. He'll
be as, likely as not to come to-night with a
38 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
practised house-breaker or two and try to get in."
"-Oh, dear!" exclaimed Susan, the before-
named girl, who slept in a room on the area floor
with another kitchen domestic. Dear me, cook!
do you really think so ? I'm sure I shan't dare
to go to bed to-night."
"Take the poker to bed with you, and never
fear," said the cook. "I should take a real
pleasure in bringing it down on the back of a
man if he had got in. I wish I'd the chance."
"Then do please, cook, change rooms with me
to-night," exclaimed poor Susan, who was pale
with fright, and too inexperienced in the study
of human character to know that bragging was
not courage. I'm sure I should only scream if
they came. I'm not brave like you."
But cook shirked exchanging rooms, saying
the reason was that she could not sleep comfort-
ably in any bed but her own, or else she'd do it
with the greatest of pleasure.
While this conversation was going on in the
kitchen, the innocent subject of it had ascended
the steps, and was walking away from the house,
when he heard the clatter of horse's hoofs behind
him, and, looking round, he saw the very gentle-
man he was in search of coming through the
Dick's Mistake. 39
square at a rapid pace. Dick recognized him in
a moment, and was rejoiced to see him stop in
front of No. -.
He jumped off his horse, and, as he was about
to enter the house, he caught sight of Dick, who
was bowing and trying to attract his attention.
"Ah, my little man," he said; "why, are not
you the same small chap that held my horse in
the Strand this morning ?"
"Yes, sir; and, please, I have come to tell
you that you gave me yellow money by mistake
amongst the pence-a whole sovereign! So I have
brought it for you." And he took the. little-
packet out of his pocket and held it to him.
"What do you mean, my boy ?" said Sir John
Tralaway, for such was the name of the gentle-
man. There surely was no gold amongst the
coppers I gave you ? and he undid the paper.
A smile passed over his lips as he examined
the contents. Then he looked attentively at
Dick. "And so," said he, you have brought.
the money back to me because you thought I had
given you more than I intended. How did you
find out where I lived? "
"I heard you tell the shopman to send some
things to No. Grosvenor Square," said Dick,
40 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
"and so I thought I had better come here."
"You are an honest, good boy," said Sir John;
" and though you have made a mistake, and
taken a bright new farthing freshly from the Mint
for a sovereign, yet it is all the same thing in
the sight of God, and in my eyes too, as if it had
been indeed a piece of gold. Did you ever see a
sovereign?" he asked.
"Never but once or twice," replied Dick, "and
they looked exactly like that; and he pointed
to the bright-yellow farthing in Sir John's fingers.
Your mistake is a very natural one, my boy.
Eyes more accustomed than yours to lookat gold
might easily have been deceived. Now come in
with me and tell me all about yourself; and where
you learned to be so honest."
Sir John took him into a little room by the
side of the hall door, and asked him many
questions. He was a man of well-known bene-
volence, who was ever doing some deed of public
or private charity. The circumstance of Dick
bringing him what he supposed to be a sovereign
given by mistake touched him greatly. He
listened with interest to what he told him about
Walters, who was evidently a character rarely to
be met with in his class of life, and told Dick to
Dick's Mistake. 41
ask him to call and see him the next day at a
When he dismissed him,-he gave him half-a-
crown, and said he should not lose sight of him.
Dick did not quite understand what he meant by
that, but was sure it was something kind, and
he ran off, one of the happiest little boys in all
He had so much to tell Walters, he scarcely,
knew where to begin. The old man was indeed-
pleased to hear that Dick's principles had stood
fire under a strong temptation, and he hoped he
might find a friend in Sir John at the very time
he most needed one.
The next morning, Walters gave an extra
brushing to his coat, an extra polish to his boots,
and an extra smoothing this Sunday hat before
setting forth to Grosvenor Square. He seldom
now went near the mansions of the rich, though
in former days his duties had lain amongst them
Sir John received him with great kindness,
nay, even with respect, for what Dick had said
had filled him with admiration for him. Walters
told him about Dick's miserable home, and of the
sad example set him by his parents and -the
42 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
other inmates of Roan's Court. He mentioned
his love for flowers, which had first made him
hover so constantly about Covent Garden Market,
and so had brought him under his notice.
Then it is to you," said Sir John, that this
little fellow is indebted for the high principle
which brought him -here yesterday with the
supposed sovereign ?"
"It's little I have been able to do for him,"
replied the old man, "but God has blessed that
little, and He has given the child a tender, teach-
able mind, and a grateful, loving heart. But I
wish he could be taken out of that wicked Roan's
Court, where they are a drunken, dishonest lot,
and his parents are as good as no parents to
He shall be taken away, iy good man," re-
plied Sir John. I will think the matter over,
and see you again. I suppose his parents will
not object to any plan for the boy's good ?"
"INot they,..Sir John. They never look after
him; they leave him to play about and shift
for himself. I believe they would be glad enough
to have him taken off their hands."
Do you think he would like to be brought
up as a gardener?" asked Sir John. "As he
Dick's Mistake. 43
is so fond of flowers, I should think his tastes
would lie that way."
"It would be just what would suit him," said
Walters. "The lad is wild after flowers. The
first thing he did yesterday after you gave him
half-a-crown, was to go and spend a shilling of
it in buying a rose-tree in a pot for my window.
The little chap wanted to give me something,
so-he bought what he cared most about himself."
Well, Walters, you have been a true friend
to this boy, and God will bless you for it; he
shall be my care now, and I will try and follow
up the good work you have begun. I have a
plan in my head which, if it can be carried out,
will, I think, be all you could wish for your little
friend. Will you come here again next Monday
and bring Dick with you? and by that time I
hope I shall have arranged matters."
Sir John was as good as his word. When
Walters and Dick,went to Grosvenor Square at
the time appointed, he asked the boy whether he
would like to live in the country, and learn
gardening and the management of flowers. Dick's
face was worth looking at, so full was it of intense
happiness at the idea. There was no occasion
for him to express his assent in words.
44 -How a Farthing made a Fortune.
"I have a very clever head gardener at my
country house," said Sir John; "and I have
written to him about you. I shall board you in
his house; and if you continue to be a good
boy, and try to please him by your attention and
industry, I am sure you will be very happy with
him and his wife; and in the gardens you will
find yourself in the midst of abundance of your
friends the flowers." Sir John then gave Walters
money with which to buy Dick two suits of
clothes and such other things as he would
require, and asked him to settle the matter with
The London season being nearly over, the
family were going out of town in a fortnight, and
Dick was to go down to Denham Court, Sir
John's country place, with some of the servants,
a short time before the rest of the party.
It was not in Dick's power to say much by
way of thanks; his heart was too full. But
Walters, who was scarcely less pleased, spoke
for him. When they had left the house and
were walking down the Square, Walters said-
"Dick, you are proving the -truth of those
words in your copy-book which you wrote yester-
day, that Honesty is the best policy.' "
A NEW HOME.
WE have now. to request our readers to follow
Dick to a very different scene to that of Roan's
Court. His parents were glad he had found such
grand friends, and were quite willing to part with
him. They were not improving in their habits,
but rather the reverse. Walters did as Sir John
had requested, and bought the boy suitable
clothes and other necessaries for his new position
in life. He looked so different when dressed in
a cloth suit, with a white collar and black neck-
tie, that he could scarcely be recognized for the
same boy who had worn the old garments out
of the blue clothes-bag. The children in Roan's
Court gathered round him when he first appeared
in his new attire on the day he was to leave al-
'together, and stared at their old playmate with
astonishment. A few of the elder ones, amongst
whom was Larkins (who had never got over the
hot dinner disappointment), derided him, called
46 I ow a Farthinqg made a Fortune.
after him "Gentleman Dick," and other nick-
names. He was not sorry when he was fairly
out of hearing, and on his way to Walters, who
had promised to go with him to Grosvenor
Square, and say good-bye there. An omnibus
was standing at the door when they arrived,
which was to take the servants -to the station.
It was being loaded under the eye of a man-
servant. When he saw Walters and Dick, he
directed them to go down into the kitchen,-
where all was bustle and confusion from the
hurry of departure. Amongst the servants going
away was Susan, who had been so terrified lest
Dick should prove an accomplice of burglars.
She looked at him with very complacent feelings
now, for Sir John had told the story of the bright
farthing, and explained that he had spoken truth
when he said he wanted to give the gentleman
some money and not to beg of him. With his
usual kind thoughtfulness, the baronet had been
anxious that the servants should feel an interest
in their young fellow-traveller, who would natu-
rally be strange and shy amongst them all.
At length all was ready, and Dick was told to
take his place in the omnibus with the others.
He was very sorry to say farewell to his dear old
A New Home. 47
friend, who, in his turn, felt as if his home would
be lonely without the bright, merry face he was
so accustomed to see popping in constantly.
"God bless you, my lad," he said. "Never
forget your prayers. Remember, those are my
parting words to you."
Then came the rumbling of the omnibus, and
the arrival at the station; and after that the
puffing of the steam-engine, and for the first
-time Dick saw houses and churches rushing away
from them, as it seemed to him. Soon, great,
busy London was left behind, and houses and
churches only came at intervals, but green fields
and trees took their place, and they were in the
country, which was far more beautiful than Dick's
wildest dreams had ever pictured it. He was
quite surprised that all the servants talked away
to each other, and scarcely ever turned their heads
to look out of the window. Susan was the only
.one who seemed to understand his admiration.
She was very kind, and gave him her place in the
corner that he might see better; and she pointed
out-things to him, and told him the names of the
places they passed through, for she had been so
often backwards and forwards that the road was
quite familiar to her and her fellow-servants.
48 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
Towards evening they arrived at a station,
where they stopped. Here an open carriage was
waiting, large enough to hold them all, and the
luggage followed in a cart. Dick had a delightful
place on the box between the driver and the
footman, from which he could see- the hedges
and trees, etc., to perfection as they drove
rapidly past them. After a drive of about a
mile, they came in sight of a large mansion
standing on a. rising ground in the midst of
beautiful gardens, which glowed with flowers of
every colour. The carriage stopped at a lodge,
and now Dic)i was told he was to get down, as
here he was to live with the gardener and his
wife. A pleasant, motherly-looking woman
appeared at the door, who was:-a.i.riss-d. as
Mrs Naylor. She gave the servants a kindly
greeting, and as the carriage drove on, took hold
of Dick's hand, and said -she was sure he must
be tired and hungry, and had better have some
tea directly. She took him into a nice -pleasant
kitchen, where a table was spread with a sub-
stantial tea. Her little lads came running in to
look at the new boy, and to do -justice to the
viands. They were followed by Mr Naylor, the
gardener-a tall, fine-looking man, with a rather
SUSAN AND DICK IN THE RAILWAY-CARRIAGE.
A New Home. 51
grave face. He spoke kindly to Dick, and said
he had heard all about him from Sir John, and
he hoped he would be a good boy, and then he
should be glad to have him to lodge in his house.
Dick thought he had never been so hungry or
tasted such good food. After tea, Mrs Naylor
showed him a room in which he was to sleep.
It was very small, little more than a large closet,
but there was in it everything he could want,
and it had a window looking into a garden full
of flowers. He was so thoroughly tired with his
journey and with the day's excitement, that Mrs
Naylor proposed he should go to bed, and he
was thankful to do so. Probably no little boy in
England slept a sounder sleep or had a happier
heart than our young hero that night.
LIFE AT DENHAM COURT.
-IT will be easier for the reader to ilam.':.' than
for me to describe the deI'l:It ':if a yur.M7 London
b.., removed fr':m1 su. :-L a home as that :..' Dick's
in Roan's ('.u i -, to. .li in which he awoke the
u:.; "iii 'c a:-.- his arrival. h- Nayl:r.:.r was l: :-
j.,:,':d to be lA..-.-t:-1 with :-r r, ,i. 1: :
Her husband at f.rr -th-i1-_.. inm too yo:r2 and
il-',:.:'' to have been worth tl" :rAi l-! _;
London to Denham C.:ur.-r. I. was one .: Sir
:.l"_.'s wv:ii-i." he said to his Hi.:-. H --Tl,
the liberal 1..- .ai that t1,, were to receive f.
him was not to be Ii'.-i--,. and i-,.i: so ,:.-i':,
was a fault which he v .nid ['r.lad.l.: r i,',:' out
'of: T _I. as f"r his iir. L:.t':!,- he soon ;'noid it
was not so .: as hle si'pp :-. Tianks to
Wai.: -r. he could r-i: and write very Lit-,-;
and what astonished Naylor '.- :! l. was :i.:.' r
he knew the :i:r:,i .-'I .al : I:i l, the :_..'v -is in
the -..1--:,., and cf some in the creeL.'ih.-:._
L;: at Denham Court. 53
He had supl-,j:..1:,- he would not know a bit of
groundsel from a fern, he said. But the rystery
was isplaihied when he found that he had been
so '.--nitanitl in C'ovenr Garden cMai.rkelt, where.
he had c.-mtrivt-_1 to 1-:-.r the different names of
shrubs and !l..'-wers as few other 1-],:l- would have
done.. There were a good many men employed
about the' grounds, and several b,:,ys, who came
from the villa-',- every morning and returned
home to their meals :,iil to sleep at ni:iLt. Dick
was : -.'.'eLi a;t with curiosity at fir -, because Sii
John had sent him down from London and was
lr..aidinr.: him at his hiea.d gardener's. It was all
very new and strange to him, and he could not
help feelii rather l:.nil-. at times. Tir John
and his fri-nily were g':'r-i to the sea for a little
wrlil':-, Lan were not expe'.-ted till the sh-i:'i:tiug
season 1:,e:, Di,'-k rntlhlr o1:'ng-d to see Sir
J. .in's kind lhi- i: ,rin. and he felt so grateful to
him f,:r his kindness that he thought. he never
could d,: ewi:nh to show his ,ratitude.
Th,- work that was given him in the gardens
was easy eu:ougL. C'lea-rin. the travel walk.- of
weeTi. c-.arrilvb. in vej-t:dles and fruit to the
!Iojie. or sometimes-and this he liked best-
,li.pinl~. one ,:f the under g'lrd-ueers to pot
54 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
geraniums or other plants. One of his greatest
treats was to be allowed to go through the
hothouses and greenhouses with Mr Naylor,
who began to grow fond of the intelligent lad,
and to think that after all Sir John knew what
he was about when he sent him down to learn
gardening. "He's an uncommon little chap,"
he said to his wife one day-" nothing seems to
escape his observation; and if I tell him the
name of a plant or flower he remembers it.
Most boys would forget it as soon as told. Such a
memory as he's got will do him good service
"He's a nice, good little fellow," remarked
Mrs Naylor, "and so obliging. He's always
ready to run errands for me of an evening, or to
play with the little boys. I thought I shouldn't
like having him when Sir John first wrote about
his coming, but I declare I'd sooner have him
here than not. And as for Ned and Tommy,
they follow him like their shadow whenever he's
in the house."
Ned and Tommy were Mrs Naylor's own two
children. They were merry little fellows,
several years younger than Dick. To them, he
was a great acquisition. When the day's work
Life at Denham Court. 55
was over, they were sure to be watching for him
at the lodge gate, to claim his services in mend-
ing their paper kites, and to help to fly them
when mended, as well as many other similar
offices, such as good-natured older boys can
execute for little ones. No wonder that Mrs
Naylor's motherly feelings made her think she
would sooner have Dick as an inmate than
When the days were beginning to shorten,
and the first delicate tinge of autumn brown was
stealing gently over the green foliage, it was
announced that Sir John and the family were
coming home. They had been detained at the
sea longer than was at first intended, owing to
the illness of one of the young ladies. But now
the day was fixed, and preparations were being
made for them both within and without the
house. Even Dick had to be busy. Not a weed
must be seen on the walks, not a dead leaf on
the geranium beds. Pot plants were to be
placed in rows on either side of the broad
terrace in front of the house, and others had to
be carried into the drawing-room to fill the
jardiniere and baskets. Also the conservatory
adjoining the morning-room was to be adorned
56 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
with choice flowers from the greenhouses. Dick
carried and fetched, carried and fetched, till his
-arms ai-he1]; but they might almost have
dropped off before he would have given in, so
pleased was he to have such a chance for seeing
the tasteful and artistic way i'n which Mr Nay-
lor arranged- the different plants according to
their colouring. When all was complete, Mr
Naylor stepped to a little distance to see that
the effect was quite to his mind, and he caught
sight of Dick standing in such enrapt admiration
that he fixed his gaze on him for a moment
rather than on the flowers.
Well, Dick," said he, "what do you think
of it ?"
"Oh, sir, it is beautiful! I could look at it
"The boy is born to be a gardener," said Mr
Naylor to himself. He ought to begin and
learn Latin. I shall tell Sir John so."
All honour was due to worthy, honest-hearted
Mr Naylor, that not a shade of jealousy crossed
his mind about Dick, although he hoped to
bring up his two boys to his own profession.
Full of taste and intelligence himself, he quickly
saw that the boy was naturally gifted with these
Life at Denham Court. 57
qualities in no common degree, and felt they
ought to be thoroughly cultivated.
The next day the family arrived. Dick was
standing at the lodge, well pleased to be allowed
to throw open the gates for the carriage to enter,
and to receive a smile and nod from Sir John
as he sat inside it with his wife and-daughters.
The report that Mr Naylor was able to give
of his charge was very satisfactory to the
benevolent baronet, and he quite agreed with
him that it would be well to let the boy have
some education. There was an excellent village
school in Denham, and a superior schoolmaster.
So it was arranged for Dick to attend school
every morning, and be in the garden.in- the
afternoon. _The schoolmaster also agreed to
teach him Latin-three evenings in the week.
"Sir John never does things by halves," re-
marked Mrs Naylor to her husband. He'll be
the making of that boy, you'll see."
"He'll help him to be the making of himself,"
replied Naylor. "Dick is a boy, if I mistake
not, who will make good use of whatever advan-
tages are held out to him."
Time went on.- Dick learnt quickly, and
pleased his master. He was a favourite with
58 Haw a Farthing made a Fortune.
most people from his good humour and readi-
ness to oblige. Sir John took great interest in
his improvement; and his wife and daughter
often stopped and spoke to the boy wh6 had
come to Denham Court under such peculiar
But-go where we will, happen to us what will
in this world, trouble of some sort is sure to
crop up, and Dick was not without his, even in
his happy life at Denham Court. It seems
strange that he could have an enemy, but so it
was. There was a boy named George Bentham,
who was employed in the gardens, and who from
the first had looked upon the London lad with
jealousy and dislike.. He saw that he was a
favourite with Sir John and with Mr Naylor, and
being of a mean and selfish disposition, he took
an aversion to him for this reason. To use his
own expression, he liked to spite him. That is to
say, he never lost an occasion of saying or doing
anything that he thought would be disagreeable
to him; and it is wonderful how much petty
tyranny may be exercised by one boy over ano-
ther when opportunities are sought. For in-
stance, he would sometimes hide his garden
tools to cause him to waste time in searching
Life at Denham Court. 59
for them, and so bring on him Mr Naylor's dis-
pleasure. One day in autumn, when Dick had
been industriously sweeping up the fallen leaves
in one of the walks, and had gone to fetch a
wheelbarrow to carry them away, he found that
some one had, during his short absence, scat-
tered the heaps which he had so carefully piled
up at regular distances, so that his work had
almost all to be done over again. He had been
told to finish it by eleven o'clock, at which hour
Lady Tralaway generally came to walk there, as
being a sunny, sheltered spot. He did his very
best to try and set it all right in time, but the
leaves at the end of the walk were in a sadly
untidy state when her ladyship appeared with
one of her daughters. She remarked on the
unswept state of the path, and asked Dick to
have it cleared earlier another day; and she
repeated her request to Mr Naylor a little later,
when she met him in the greenhouse. This
caused Mr Naylor to reprove Dick for idleness,
and he seemed inclined to think that what he
-said about the leaves having been scattered was
all an excuse, especially as Dick could not say
who had done it, though in his secret heart he
felt quite sure he knew.
60 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
Another ill-natured trick that was played on
Dick by an unseen, though to him not an un-
known hand, was whenhe one day left his slate for
a few minutes on a seat just inside the lodge gate,
on which was a difficult sum over which he had
spent a long time the evening before, and had at
last mastered, though with great difficulty. He
had just started to go to school, slate and books
in hand, when he remembered he had forgotten
one of them, and ran back into the lodge to fetch
it. He could not immediately find it, though he
was not away from his slate for more than five or
six minutes, and it stood precisely where he had
left it when he returned. He snatched it up and
-ran off, but it was not till he had got near the
school-house that he discovered the lower figures
of the sum were all rubbed out carefully as with
a sponge. He was sorely distressed, but could
only tell the master of what had happened, and
begged to be allowed to do it over again that
evening. The master, accustomed to boys often
making excuses at the expense of truth, reproved
him for leaving his slate so carelessly about, and
said he could not understand who would care to
take the trouble to do such a thing as efface the
figures just to get him into a scrape. Dick saw
Life at Denham Court. 61
he was not believed, and it distressed him a good
deal. Yet he could not tell his suspicions about
George, for he had no proof that he had done it.
He only knew that about that time he generally
passed through the gate on his way back from
breakfast, and he also knew that he would be
quite ready to do him such a bit of mischief as
Old Walters did not forget his little friend, nor
did Dick lose his warm, affectionate love for him.
They exchanged .letters from time to time, and
the correspondence was very useful in keeping
up in Dick's mind the remembrance of all Walters
had taught him. Sir John kindly sent for the
old man when he was in town to give a favour-
able report of the boy, and tell him that Mr
Naylor was well satisfied with him, and believed
he would one day make a first-rate gardener, for
that his good taste was something quite unusual,
and his general intelligence of no ordinary stamp.
I should like him to be a great gardener some
day," said Walters; "and still more, I should
like him to be a good man, with the fear of God
ever before him."
"I trust he will be both, my friend," said Sir
John. How are his parents going on ?"
62 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
"Worse than ever," said Walters. "The
mother is in such a wretched state of health from
drinking that she is not likely to be long alive,
and the father is seldom sober. I went lately
to tell them I had heard from their boy, but they
seemed very indifferent to what he was doing,
and scarcely asked any questions about him.
They will probably soon both be in the Union."
Then it is clear it is no use bringing up their,
son to London to see them," said Sir John,
" as I would have done had they been respect-
able. He is better to be quite separated from
them under the circumstances."
"Far better, Sir John. Roan's Court is no
place for him now. The sooner he forgets the
very existence of what goes on there the better.
I should like to see my lad again some day, please
God, but it's not likely, for I'm getting nigh to
seventy, and though I'm hale and hearty as ever
now, yet at my age I mustn't expect many more
years. God bless you, Sir John, for being such
a-friend to him; he's got strangely about my
heart, and I shall pray for him whilst I live."
THE VISITOR AT THE LODGE.
THAT spring, like other springs, passed away.
The London season was longer than usual, for
Parliament had weighty and important matters
to discuss, and families longing to be in the
country were obliged to remain in hot, dusty
London till August. Amongst the number of
these was that of Sir John Tralaway, who was an
active member of the House of Commons. But
at length the House broke up, and without loss
of time the great world fled from the heated
atmosphere to go and enjoy either the mountain '
breezes of Switzerland or the refreshing shades
of English country houses.
Sir John's domestics went off as usual a day
or two before the rest of the family, to make all
ready for their arrival. No one was better
pleased than Dick that the season was over. He
liked to see the ladies walking or riding about
the grounds, and to have their kind smile and
64 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
almost daily greeting. Also he loved to have
the encouraging word which was sure to be given
by Sir John when he had questioned Naylor and
the schoolmaster about him, and heard a good
On the day when the servants were to arrive,
Mrs Naylor told -Dick that she had a friend
coming to visit them, and she should be glad if he
would give up his room for the time. She proposed
making him up a bed in her boys' room, at
which arrangement the two youngsters expressed
their warm approbation, for Dick was as great a
favourite with them as ever. When evening
came he took care to be in the way to open the
gate, and so be the first to give a welcome.
The carriage came and turned in, but instead
of driving on, it stopped at the lodge. The door
behind was opened, and the footman assisted out
an old gentleman, who wore a great-coat, not-
withstanding its being a warm evening, and a
well-brushed beaver hat. Mrs Naylor hastened
out to receive him, but before she could speak
Dick had flown into Walters' arms..
It had been kind Sir John's contrivance to give
him a surprise. He had asked the Naylors to re-
ceive him as their guest, and when he'found their
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THE MEETING OF MR WALTERS AND DIC,
The Visitor at-tie Lodge. 67
willingness to do so, he proposed to him to go
down into the country with his servants, and
spend several weeks under the same roof as Dick.
He knew the pleasure it would give to both to be
together again. He had desired that Dick should
not be told who was Mrs Naylor's expected
Dick was more altered than Walters. He had
grown taller and stouter, and his cheeks were
rounder and more rosy than they had been when
he lived in Roan's Court.
Now come in, Mr Walters," said Mrs Nay-
lor, when the first surprise and greeting was over.
"-Come in, we'll do our best to make you com-
fortable, and I'm sure -I hope you'll spend a
pleasant time here. It shan't be our fault if you
don't. As for Dick, I expect he won't sleep a
wink to-night for joy."
It was a pleasant reception, and when the old
man went to bed in Dick's little chamber, he
kneeled and thanked God for this new and unex-
pected mercy that had been vouchsafed him. As
for Dick, far from fulfilling Mrs Naylor's prog-
nostication that he would not sleep a wink, he
was in so profound a slumber, at the hour when
the other two lads awoke in the morning, that
68 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
they had a delightful excuse for jumping on his
bed and playing off a variety of tricks in order,
as they said, to arouse him thoroughly."
Very pleased and proud was Dick to take his
-old friend over the gardens and numerous glass-
houses, containing such fruits and flowers as he
had never seen even in former days, when he had
visited with his master at gentlemen's houses.
-Dick had an entire holiday given him the day
after Walters' arrival, both from school and from
gardening, and Mr Naylor told him to.take his
friend where he liked. Such a permission made
him feel of almost as much importance as if he
were master, of the estate himself. He found it
difficult to limit his own pace to that of Walters',
so eager was-he to go from one place-to another,
always assuring him the next thing' he had to
show was far better than any he had yet seen.
Walters' admiration quite satisfied him, for it was
SIR JOHN'S PROPOSAL.
A MONTH passed, and still old Walters was a
visitor at the lodge. Still he might be seen sit-
ting on fine days under a wide-spreading oak-tree
in the park, sometimes leaning forward with his
chin resting on his stick, at others reading his
large Bible as it lay-upon his knees. Not unfre-
quently Sir John might be observed sitting by
his side, for he delighted in his remarks, so full
of simple piety and humility, and consequently
of instruction to himself. The high-born baronet
was not above being edified by the conversation
-of the aged pilgrim, whose mind seemed ripening
fast for the world which could not be far distant
from him. But Walters began to speak in earnest
of returning to London. His feelings were sen-
sitive and delicate, and though urged to remain
longer, he would not take advantage of the kind-
ness that proposed it. He said- he had been
permitted to spend a month of happiness amidst
70 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
God's beautiful country works with his dear boy
Dick, but now the time was ccme for him to re-
turn to his room and his old ways in London.
And perhaps you feel more at home there
than in any other place," said Sir John one morn-
ing, when he had been talking to him on his
favourite bench under the oak-tree. You have
lived there so many years that this.. country life
may seem irksome to you after the long habit of
Nay," replied he, "London will seem very
lonely after such a month as I have spent here
in my boy's company, with everybody showing
me such kindness. And I shall miss the trees and
the flowers, and the songs of the birds. No, Sir
John, I could find it in my heart to wish I could
end my days in the country, but God has willed
it otherwise, and given me a home I do not de-
serve, although it is amongst the crowd and
bustle and noise. Besides, why did I say I should
be lonely? Shall I not have Him "-and he un-
covered his head, as was his wont, at the great
name-" who died for me, and loves me, and
will never leave me nor forsake me ?"
Sir John was silent for a few moments; then
he spoke to him on a subject he had been turn-
Sir John's Proposal. 71
ing over in his mind for some days. "You are
right, my worthy friend," he said; "no place
can be lonely to you, and God will assuredly
watch over you to the end. But suppose He
were to point out that His way of doing so, as
far as this world is concerned, would be to give
you a home in the country, where you would be
cared for in health and in sickness, and where the
remainder of your years would pass in quietness
and repose, would you not be willing to follow
His leading ?"
"Assuredly, assuredly," replied Walters, not
in the least seeing the drift of his remark. But
as such has not been His will, I thank Him grate-
fully for my little room in town."
"Now listen to me, my friend," said the baro-
net. It seems to me that just as it was put
into my heart to take Dick from the scenes of
sin and temptation he was exposed to in Roan's
Court, so now it is given me to have the privi-
lege of making your last years far more comfort-
able than they would be in your lodging in town.
The proposal I wish to make to you is this: I
have a cottage in the village which I have given
for her life to an attached faithful old servant,
who lives there with her niece. It is larger than
-72 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
she requires, and she says she could quite well
spare the little parlour and the bedroom over it,
and that she would be very glad to have you as a
lodger, and she and her niece would do their best
to make you comfortable. I will take all the ar-
rangements for you on myself, so you will only
have to return to London to pack up your things
and bid your present landlady good-bye, and
then come back again to your new country home,
where you may see Dick every day."
Walters was silent. He could not speak. He
took in all Sir John's plan for him, and the lonely
old man's heart leaped at the thought of living
near the child of his love. At length he rose,
and with a voice quivering with emotion, said-
I thank you, I do indeed thank you, Sir John.
It seems too much, too much happiness for such
an one as I am. But my whole life has been
filled with mercies, and -this may be going to be
the crowning one. May I think over it? I
am too old to be able all at once to decide.
When I have been alone awhile I can better
"Take as long as you like to think it over,"
replied Sir John-" there is no hurry whatever."
Then kindly shaking hands with him, he went
Sir John's Proposal. 73
away, for he saw that Walters was a good deal
overcome. Yet he knew that though he left
him, he would not be alone, but that he would
seek the counsel and direction of Him whom he
had for so long made his dearest Friend.
RETURNING GOOD FOR EVIL.
WALTERS soon made up his mind, and with much
thankfulness accepted Sir John's offer of a home
in Denham. That gentleman took him -to see the
cottage in which he proposed he should oc-
cupy two rooms, and introduced him to good
Mrs Benson, who, with her niece, promised to
do all they could for his comfort. He could
only exclaim every now and then, "Too good,
too good for me! Who would have thought of
such a home as this coming to me in my old
He went back to London, packed up his few
goods and chattels, and bid good-bye to his
friends in Covent Garden. He was well known
there, and all were sorry to part with him, but
glad to hear of his good fortune. His landlady
regretted losing her quiet lodger, whose regular
payments and steady habits she knew how to
value. It was with quite a heavy heart she saw
Returning Good for Evil. 75
him into the cab that was to take him to the
station. She did the last good office she could
for him by putting into his hand a paper parcel
containing some sandwiches, that he might not
be hungry on the journey.
Dick's delight when he found his dear old
friend was going to move to Denham may be
easily imagined. He only regretted that he had
to go back to London at all.
Mrs Benson was quite ready for him when he
arrived one evening in the middle of October.
Dick went to meet him at the station in the con-
veyance sent by Sir John to take him to the
cottage, and was glad to be the one to lead him
into the comfortable little, sitting-room, where a
bright fire was burning and tea laid out on the
round table. M'rs Benson followed, looking and
saying kind things, and her niece bustled about
to make the tea and toast the bread. It rather
distressed him to be waited on thus; he had
always been accustomed to do these things for
himself; but he comforted his mind by saying
S-that they must not think he should give them
such trouble in future.
In a very short time he was quite settled, and
seeing that he would really prefer it, Mrs Ben-
76 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
son allowed him to wait a good deal on himself,
and to do in every respect as he had been accus-
tomed. The neighbours soon learned to like the
gentle, kind old man who was ever ready to per-
form any little service for them in his power, such
as going on an errand, sitting ,with a sick child,
.or reading to an invalid of riper years.
George Bentham's character did not improve
as he got older. He was so unsatisfactory in
many ways that Mr Naylor would have dismissed
him altogether, had it not been for Sir John's
kind desire to keep him on, for he knew the
wages he gave were higher than he would obtain
elsewhere. Neither he nor Naylor were aware
of the dislike he had from the first-taken to Dick,
who never named the annoyances he had to bear
from him to any one except Walters.
"I have never done anything to him," he said
one day;." yet he is always trying to spite me
in every way he can. I really will begin and
give it him back again. I know twenty ways in
which I can do him a bad turn."
Stop, stop, my boy," said Walters, "I don't
like to hear you speak so. That would be spite
for spite. The dear Master did not act so when
they tried all they could to vex Him. Yet 'He
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never did wrong in any way. You, on the con-
trary, are constantly standing in need of forgive-
ness from God. So you must learn to forgive
even as you would be forgiven."
"I will try," said Dick, feeling rather ashamed
of his speech.
Do, my lad; but you won't be able to do it
in your own strength, for it goes contrary to
human nature. You must pray-nothing like
prayer-and so you will find. And then, Dick,
there's another thing to remember. Look here"
-and Walters turned over the leaves of the
Bible that was never far from his. hand-" see
this verse which the Ma'.la:i. spoke for the good
of boys as much as for older people, 'Do good
to them that hate you.' You see you must not
be content with only forgiving."
But what can I do for George ? asked Dick.
"I never go near him if I can help-there isn't
any good I can do him in any way."
Yes, lad, you .can say a prayer for him now
and then; and if ever you see he needs a bit of
help at any time, be you the one to offer it, and
you'll get a blessing, take my word for it."
They were sitting by the fireside in Walters'
little parlour. Dick had been to take his Latin
78 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
lesson. As Mrs Benson's cottage lay on his way
home, he had turned in to see Walters. He
was about to bid good-bye to him after these
last words, but the old man stopped him and
Wait a bit, and I'll tell you something that
will show you how bad a thing is spite or revenge.
Maybe it will prevent you ever feeling the desire
to vex a person back because they vex you. It's
a sad story, but you shall hear it, though the
very'telling of it gives me a pain all these long
When I was a young man I was very fond of
horses, and liked to be about them. My father
wanted me to become a schoolmaster in a village,
because I'd had a better education than most
boys of my sort; but nothing would serve me
but to go about the stables. So my father
spoke to our squire about it, and he said I should
go under his coachman, and so I did; and I got
to understand horses, and could ride and drive
them-according to my own thinking-as well
as the coachman himself, when suddenly my
master died and the establishment was all broken
up. I returned home to wait till I could find
another situation. Just at this time a young
Returning Goodfor Evil. 79
man about my own age, named James Bennett,
came home out of place likewise. He had been,
like myself, in a gentleman's stables, and had
only left his place because the family had gone
abroad. He and I had lived near each other as
boys, and had had many a game together, but
we had not met for three or four years, as he
had been away in quite another part of England.
We used to see one another pretty often, as we
had neither of us much to do then but to idle
It so happened that just at this time a Mr
Anderson, living about two miles off, wanted a
groom quite unexpectedly, and a friend of mine
called and advised me to lose no time in apply-
ing for the situation, as a new servant must be
had instantly. James Bennett happened to be in
our cottage when I was told this, but he left it
almost instantly. I lost no time, but went up-
stairs and put on my best clothes ;. and then I
set out to walk to Newton Hall, where Mr
Anderson lived. I was anxious for- the place,
for I knew it was a good one; and as it had only
become vacant a few hours, I felt I had a real
good chance of getting it. When I arrived there
I was shown in to Mr Anderson, who said I was
80 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
a likely enough fellow, but that he had just seen
another young man whom he had promised to
take if his character satisfied him. You know
him probably,' he said, 'for he comes from your
village; his name is James Bennett.'
I started with surprise and indignation. In
an instant I saw just how it was. James had
heard what my friend -had said about Mr Ander-
son's situation being vacant, and advising me to
lose no time in applying. He had quietly
sneaked off and got before me; for, as I after-
wards found, he had had a lift in a gig, whilst I
walked all the way, so he had considerably the
start of me.
I left the house full of angry feelings, and
despising James from the bottom of my heart for
his meanness; and I took care to tell him so.
He could not defend himself, though he tried to
make out it was all fair play, and a case of first
go, first served.
"He got the place and went to it directly, on
good wages. I, on the other hand, could not
hear of one anywhere. I used to see James ride
by, exercising his new master's horse, and my
thoughts were very bitter.
Mr Anderson had a daughter who was very
Returning Good for Evil. 81
delicate, and was ordered horse exercise. Her
father had bought her a beautiful creature which
had Arab blood in its veins-that means that it
was high bred and full of spirit. Now Miss
Anderson had not yet been allowed to mount
him because he had such a bad trick of shying
when he came to any water. There was a cer-
tain pool which lay by the roadside between our
village and Mr Anderson's house, which he
would never pass without a great fuss. The
former groom and Mr Anderson had tried in
vain to cure him of the trick. James said he
thought he should be able to do it, and he was
proud to try.
"So he took him in hand. Every day he
practised the animal. He tamed him at last so
that he scarcely moved an ear when he saw the
pond. I heard that after one day's more practice
he meant to pronounce him quite cured. Now all
this time I was feeling angry, and longing to
spite him for the trick he had played me. I
grudged him the fame of having cured the horse
of shying, for I knew I could have done it as
well, and I was always thinking about the way
he had stolen the place from me.
"Well, Dick, Satan saw now that was a fine
82 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
time for him, and he made the most of it. He
put into my heart to do a mean trick by which
I thought to pay James back something of what
I owed him.
I bought some crackers and put them in my
pocket, and I walked to the place where the
pond lay, a little before the time when I knew
James would come with the horse. My idea was
to conceal myself behind the thick hedge, and-
pull a cracker just at the moment the horse was
passing the pond. I thought so to startle him
that it would make him worse than ever about
shying, in future, and then all James's trouble
would be thrown away, and he would not have
the credit of curing him of the bad habit.
"I crept behind the hedge and was completely
hidden. After a time I heard horse's hoofs, and
saw James come up. He walked by the pond,
slowly at first, then he went quicker, and next
he trotted. The pretty creature was quite quiet.
Then he went to a little distance, and put
him into a canter. Now was my time ; I pulled
my cracker just as he got to the pond. The
horse sprang up into the air, bolted forward,
and the next instant was running away fast
and fleet as the very wind. I heard the
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hoofs going at a mad pace, and I knew his rider
had lost all control over him. Not for one
moment had I intended to drive the horse wild
like that. The most I had thought of was to
cause him to prance and kick, and begin his old
trick of not passing the pond. I felt no anxiety
lest any real harm would come of it. I knew
James was a good rider, and supposed he would
give the horse his head for awhile and then pull
him in. So I walked home, thinking I had paid
Master James offin some degree at all events.
We were just finishing dinner when a neigh-
bour looked in, and asked if we had heard what
had happened. He said that James Bennett had
been riding Mr Anderson's horse, and that it had
run away with him and thrown him violently
against a milestone; that he was taken up quite
senseless, and it was feared there was concussion
of the brain! He had been carried to a farm-
house close by, which there was -little chance of
his leaving alive.' It was dreadful hearing for
me. I felt as if I should have committed murder
if he died! Not that I had wished really to
harm him bodily in any way. I could comfort
myself a little with that thought, but I had in-
tended to do him a mischief of another kind
84 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
and now the ugliness of the sin of revenge rose
up before me in its true colours, and I hated
"I kept my own secret. I argued that it could
make matters neither better nor worse to tell
what had made the horse run off. But I was very
wretched. I walked to the farm towards evening
to inquire after him. They said he was still in-
sensible, and the doctor could give little hope.
His parents were there, and Mr Anderson drove
up as I was going away, having brought a second
doctor with him. It was a comfort to know that
he would be well cared for. The next day he
had come to himself when I went to inquire,
but there was no more hope than before. He
lay in a very precarious state for a week, and
then there was a change for the better. A few
days more and the doctor said he would live, but
that it would be many months probably before he
would be well enough to go into service again.
Mr Anderson was very kind, and promised to con-
tinue his wages to enable him to live at home
till he was quite well. But, he could not keep
his place open for him, so he offered it to me.
"I positively declined to accept it, much to
Mr Anderson's surprise. I felt that I could not
Returning Good for Evil. 85
endure to reap any benefit from my wrong-doing.
My conscience had been tormenting me ever
since the accident, and I made up my mind that
I would never take a situation as groom again,
for the very sight of a horse made me uncom-
fortable. In a short time, thanks to my late
.mistress's recommendation, I obtained a place as
personal servant to a gentleman who was going
on the Continent for a couple of years. Now it
seems natural that new countries and new ways
should put what had just passed out of my head;
but they didn't, though I certainly did enjoy
travelling about very much. We went to France
and Germany, stopping for a time at all the prin-
cipal cities, and then we went to Italy and spent
some time in Rome. But notwithstanding the
novelty of all around me I was not altogether
happy. I believe I was beginning to feel what
a sinful heart I had then, and I often longed to
open my mind to some one, but there was nobody
I knew to whom I liked to speak. However,
God had His own designs for me, as you will hear.
My master visited Venice on our return home,
and from there he took an excursion through
some mountains called 'The Dolomites.' One
day, as we were crossing a narrow plank thrown
,86 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
across a steep gorge, my foot slipped and I fell
down a very considerable distance on to a hard
rock, and it is wonderful that I was not killed
on the spot. I was taken up senseless by some
peasants who were fortunately near, and carried
into a hut, where my master joined me, and he
and they did all in their power to restore con-
sciousness. I recovered my senses after awhile,
but I had to lie in that hut for upwards of ten
days, and during that time I looked back on my
past life and saw how sinful I had been, and I
trembled when I thought how death and I had
been face to face when I fell into the gorge. My
revengeful conduct towards James Bennett stared
me in the face in such black colours as it had
never done before. What would have become
of me had I been killed ?' was my constant
"When I returned to England I went to live
with a clergyman, who was a good and holy man,
to whom, after awhile, I ventured to open my
mind. He taught me what my Saviour had done
for me by His death, and how I might look for
pardon through His merits, and grace and help
for the future. I have told you all this, Dick,
that you may beware of ever wishing to give
Returning Good for Evil. 87
what is called tit for tat.' Now go home, and
whenever you say your prayers ask God to keep
you from all malice and bitterness.".
This advice of Walters came at a very oppor-
tune time, for not long after Dick had occasion
to bring it to mind.
It was George Bentham's duty to shut up the
-greenhouse windows at a certain hour in the
afternoon, and Mr Naylor was extremely par-
ticular on this point. He had neglected it once
or twice, and had been severely reprimanded;
but when a third time Mr Naylor found the
windows open late, he took the duty away from
him entirely, and gave it to Dick in his presence,
remarking that he felt sure he might trust him.
George said nothing at the time, but his jealousy
increased. He went away revolving in his mind
how he could lower Dick in Mr Naylor's opinion,
and a way soon suggested itself.
Dick was surprised one evening after he had
carefully closed the windows in the afternoon at
the proper time, by Mr Naylor reproving him
sharply when he came in to tea for having left
one of them open.
Indeed, sir, I shut them all," said Dick.
You mean you meant to do so, but were care-
88 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
less and forgot the end one," said Mr Naylor.
"Now don't-get into the way of making excuses ;
better own your fault at once, and say you will
be more careful in future ; then I shall have hope
that it will not happen again."
Dick said no more. He was puzzled, for he
felt almost sure he had shut that end window.
Yet how could it have got open again ? No one
ever went near the greenhouses in the afternoon
after they were shut. He always turned the key
on the outside when he went' out, though he left
it in the door by order, because Mr Naylor went
his rounds towards evening, and then took the
keys home with him. At length he was obliged
to come to the conclusion that he must have
overlooked that window without being aware of
About a week afterwards a frost set in, and
though it was sunny and fine for some hours,
the air grew cold directly the sun began to decline,
and Dick received orders to close the windows
earlier than customary, and he did so.
The head gardener went the rounds as usual
that afternoon before-going home to tea. The
cold was severe, and his vigilance for his plants
was consequently greater than ever.
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As he came to the door of the greenhouse he
thought he heard a slight noise within, and looked
carefully about on opening the door, but could see
nothing to have caused it, so thought it must have
been fancy. When he examined the windows he
found one of them wide open.
"Again he said to himself. So that boy
is as bad as the other, and must be trusted no
more." He shut it, and a second time fancied he
heard a noise, and listened, but all was still. When
he went home he spoke more angrily to Dick than
he had ever done before, and desired him not to
enter the greenhouses again, since he found he'
could not be trusted. Had I not gone in there,"
he said, and seen that the window was left wide
open, some of the choicest of the plants must
have been frostbitten."
"But indeed, indeed, I shut them. every one,
sir," exclaimed Dick. "Some one must have
gone in after me, and opened that window. Oh !
it was too bad; it must have been done from
I can scarcely believe that," said the gar-
dener. Excuses of that sort won't help you."
"It is not an excuse, sir. Do believe me, for
indeed I shut all the windows carefully."
90 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
"Maybe the lad is right," said Mrs Naylor,who
was fond of Dick, and had always found him
truthful. "Perhaps some one has a grudge against
him, and took that way of doing him a mischief."
"Have you any-reason to suppose you have
an enemy?" inquired. Mr Naylor.
"Yes, I have, sir," replied Dick.
Who -is it?"
Dick did not reply; he was not sure whether
he ought to name him.
But Johnnie Naylor, who with his brother was
George Bentham is his enemy, I think, for he
.:aid the other day he hated Dick, because he was
put over him about the windows just because he
was a favourite."
A new idea appeared to strike Mr Naylor.
He seemed in deep thought for a moment. He
was thinking of the noise he fancied he had
heard. Then taking down a lantern and lighting
the lamp within, he strode off without a word,
and took his way to the greenhouse.
Unlocking the door, he entered, and closed it
after him. Again there was a slight noise. This
time he was sure that something alive was there
besides himself, and he began to- search. The
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Returning Good for Evil. 93
house was a good-sized one, and he examined
every corner, but in vain. Then he raised his
lantern and looked behind a tier of shelves which
stood out a little way from the wall.
A dark figure was there crouching down. It
was George Bentham, who, with a face white as
ashes, came forth at Mr Naylor's command.
What are you doing here, sir ? he asked, in
a voice of thunder.
"I got locked in, sir."
And what brought you here at all ? "
The ready lie that he would fain have had rise
to his lips, failed him from actual terror, and he
I will tell you why you are here," said the
gardener. "You came to open that window in
order to get an innocent companion into trouble,
and to have it supposed that he was careless and
had neglected his duty, and it is the second time
you have done the base deed. You are a coward
of the worst kind, and you shall come with me
instantly to Sir John himself, and hear his opinion
of your conduct."
Then George found his voice, and implored
Mr Naylor to punish him in any way rather
than take him before Sir John, but in vain. He
94 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
marched him off without another word, and made
him walk before, him to the house, where he re-
quested to see the baronet.
Very shocked and indignant was Sir John at
what he heard about the wretched boy before
him, who did not attempt to deny that he had
hoped to bring Dick into disgrace, and so had
slipped into the greenhouse to open the window,
but had- not time to escape before Mr Naylor
came and locked him in. He had no way of
getting -out without breaking the windows, owing
to their peculiar method of opening. He ac-
knowledged that Dick had never done him any
harm, and could only say in reply to the questions
put to him, that he had never liked him."
Sir John dismissed him from his service on
the spot, and told him his opinion of his conduct
in terms which remained in his memory for many
Dick was very glad when Mr Naylor told him
the mystery about the open window had been
cleared up; but to his credit be it spoken, he was
really grieved to hear that George was to work no
more in the gardens. He longed to plead for
him, but knew it would be useless, as Sir John
and Mr Naylor were so seriously displeased.
Returning Good for Evil. 95.
But when a little time had passed by, and George
was still without regular employment, hanging
about the village, often reminded by jeers and
taunts of his mean conduct, Dick felt more and
more sorry for him, and at length he ventured
to ask Mr Naylor if he would say a good word
for him to Sir John.
"And so you want him to be taken on again,
do you?" was the reply. That's queer, now."
But queer as he thought it, Naylor could
appreciate Dick's forgiving spirit, and admired it
sufficiently to induce him to ask Sir John if the
boy might have another trial, and he obtained
his consent. He took care to tell George who it
was had pleaded for his return. The boy had
avoided Dick since his disgrace,'but this generous
conduct quite overcame him. Though foreign
to his own nature to act thus, he was touched
and grateful, and actually thanked Dick, and
told him he was sorry he had behaved so shabbily
to him. From that day the two lads were good
friends. George never again annoyed Dick.
We must pass over the next few years of
Dick's history more rapidly. He did not disap-
point the expectations of those who had done so
96 How a Farthing made a Fortune.
much for him. He improved rapidly, and
developed so strong a taste for landscape garden-
ing that Sir John and Mr Naylor advised him
to lay himself out chiefly for that branch of the
profession, and every aid was given him to do
so. Sir John thought that his steady character,
united to considerable natural talent, well de-
served encouragement. The result was, that
when he grew to manhood he introduced him to
the notice of several families of distinction, and
he soon began to get a name and to acquire a
considerable income. Walters lived to see
him married and prosperous, and ever true to
the principles he had instilled into him as a
At a good old age dear old John Walters
passed away to his rest. His death was calm
and happy as his life had been. His remains lie
in the little churchyard'at Denham, a plain white
stone marking the spot. Many. still remember
and speak of him with affection. Aiioig.:s the
number is Sir John, now himself grown old.
Sometimes he has been heard to exclaim, as he
pauses an instant before the grave-
"Let my last end be like his "
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