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HIDE
 Front Cover
 Half Title
 Advertising
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 An antagonist
 "When Greek meets Greek, then comes...
 A recruiting sergeant
 Enlisting for life
 First victories
 The Redcoats
 Uplifted and cast down
 In the clover field
 Lost
 Found
 Back Cover
 Spine






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Title: Teddy's button
Physical Description: 119 p. : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Le Feuvre, Amy
Lance, E ( Illustrator )
Fleming H. Revell Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: Fleming H. Revell Company
Place of Publication: New York ;
Chicago ;
Toronto
Publication Date: c1896
 Subjects
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Soldiers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fathers and sons -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Diligence -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children and death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Success -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Glory of God -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Courage -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Juvenile fiction -- England   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1896   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1896
Genre: Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
Canada -- Toronto
 Notes
Summary: An impulsive boy who likes nothing more than fighting and telling the tale of his father's heroic death as a soldier learns to find satisfaction in fighting God's battles as a member of Christ's army.
Statement of Responsibility: by the author of 'Eric's good news', 'Probable sons'.
General Note: Illustrations by E. Lance.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements precede and follow text.
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Half Title
        Half Title
    Advertising
        Page 1
    Frontispiece
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    An antagonist
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 10a
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    "When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug of war!"
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    A recruiting sergeant
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Enlisting for life
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    First victories
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
    The Redcoats
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
    Uplifted and cast down
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
    In the clover field
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
    Lost
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
    Found
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
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How the Children Raised the Wind. By Edna
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With her accustomed humor, the distinguished author
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By Mrs. George A. Paull, author of "Prince
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AN ANTAGONIST

HE stood in the center of a little crowd of village
boys; his golden head was bare in the blazing sun,
but the crop of curls seemed thick enough to protect
him from its rays, and he was far too engrossed in his
occupation to heed any discomfort from the heat.
A slim, delicate little lad, with a finely cut face, and
blue eyes that by turns would sparkle with animation,
and then settle into a dreamy wistfulness, with a deep,
far-away look in them. They were dancing and flash-
ing with excitement now, and his whole frame was
quivering with enthusiasm; with head thrown back,
and tongue, hand, and foot all in motion, he seemed
to have his audience completely spellbound, and they
listened with open eyes and mouths to his oration.
With one hand he was fingering a large brass but-
ton which figured conspicuously in the center of his
small waistcoat, and this button was the subject of his
theme:
"My father he rushed forward: 'Come on, men;
we'll save the old colors!' And they shouted, 'Hur-
rah!' as they made after him. There were guns
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going, and shells flying, and swords flashing and hack-
ing away, and the enemy poured on with fiery-red
faces and gnashing teeth! My father drew his sword
-and no one could stand against him, no onet He
cut and he slashed, and heads and arms and legs rolled
off as quick as lightning, one after the other. He got
up to the colors, and with a shout he plunged his
sword right through the enemy's body that had stolen
them! The enemy fell stone dead. My father seized
the colors and looked round. He was alone! The
other soldiers had been beaten back. But was he in
a funk? No; he gave a loud 'Hurrah!' picked up
his sword, and fought his way back, the enemy hard
after him. It was a race for life, and he ran backward
the whole way; he wasn't going to turn his back to
the enemy. He pressed on, shouting, 'Hurrah!' till
he got to his own side again, and then he reached his
colonel.
"'Captain dead, sir! I've got the colors!' He
saluted as he said it, and then dropped dead himself
at the colonel's feet, the blood gushing out of his
heart, and over his clothes, and over this button!"
The little orator paused as he sank his voice to a
tragic whisper; then raising it again, he added trium-
phantly, And thirty bullets and six swords had gone
through my father's body! That was something like
a soldier!"
"Oh, I say!" murmured a small skeptic from the
crowd. "It was twenty bullets last time; make it
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"And that's the story of my button," pursued the
boy, ignoring with scorn this last remark.
"And did your father only have one button to his
coat?"
The voice was a strange one, and the boys turned
round to meet the curious gaze of a sturdy little dam-
sel who had, unnoticed, joined the group. She was
not dressed as an ordinary village child, but in a little
rough serge sailor suit, with a large hat to match, set
well back on a quantity of loose dark hair. A rosy-
cheeked, square-set little figure she was, and her brown
eyes, fringed with long black lashes, looked straight at
Teddy with something of defiance and scorn in their
glance.
Though at first a little taken aback, Teddy rose to
the occasion.
One button!" he said with emphasis. "The coat
was sent to mother with only one button left on; and
if you "- here he turned upon his questioner with a
little fierceness-" if you had been through such a
bloody battle, and killed so many men, you would have
burst and lost all your buttons, and not had one left
like father!"
There was a round of applause at this, but the small
maiden remained undaunted.
"Is that a true story you told?" she demanded,
with severity in her tone.
Of course it's true," was the indignant shout of
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it!" And with set, determined lips, she turned on
her heel and walked away, having sown seeds of anger
and resentment in more than one boyish breast.
"Who is she?" asked Teddy, as, tired and ex-
hausted by his recital, he threw himself on the grass
to rest. One of the bigger boys answered him:
I seed her come yesterday in a cab from the town
to old Sol at the turnpike-she and her mother, I
reckon. They had two carpet-bags, and a box, and
a poll-parrot in a cage. I counted them myself, for I
was a-havin' a ride behind; and the woman she called
Sol 'father,' so the little 'un must be his gran'darter."
P'r'aps they've come from 'Mericky," suggested
a small urchin, capering round on his hands and feet.
"Polls allays comes over the sea, you know."
She didn't believe me," murmured Teddy, chew-
ing a wisp of grass meditatively.
Gals is no good, never! If she'd been a boy you
would 'a' fought her, but I shouldn't care for naught
like her, Ted."
Teddy turned his face upward to the speaker: No,
I couldn't have fought her, Sam, if she'd been a boy.
I've promised my mother I won't fight again till she
gives me leave. You see I fought four boys in one
week last time, and she says she won't have it. I
don't see, if it is right for soldiers to fight, why it isn't
right for boys!"
I don't think there's any fellers left for you to fight
with, so you're pretty safe. Besides, it was only Tom
Larken who set them on to try and get your button







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from you, and he's gone off to another part of the
country now."
"I think, p'r'aps," went on Teddy, slowly, as he
turned over on his back and looked up at the clear
blue sky above him, "that I wasn't quite true about
the bullets. I think it was six bullets and three sword-
cuts. I forget when I tell it how many it was; but
she said she didn't believe a word!"
Five o'clock struck by the old church clock close
by. Teddy was upon his feet in an instant, and with
a wild whoop and shout he was scudding across the
green, his curls flying in the wind, and his little feet
hardly seeming to touch the ground.
I- There was none in the village so quick-footed as
Teddy, and for daring feats and downright pluck he
held the foremost place. Perhaps this accounted for
his popularity; perhaps it was his marvelous aptitude
for telling stories, many of them wild productions from
his fertile brain; but certain it was that he was the
pet and the darling of the village, and none as yet
had resisted his sway.
Over the green, up a shady lane, across two fields,
and then, breathless and panting, Teddy paused be-
fore an old-fashioned farm-house. He passed his
hands lightly through his curls, pulled himself up
with a jerk, and then quietly and sedately opened a
latched door and entered the long, low-roofed kitchen.
There was something very restful in the scene: a
square, substantial table covered with a white cloth;
in the center a large bowl of roses and honeysuckle;
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Teddy's Button


home-made bread and golden butter, a glass dish of
honey in its comb, a plate of fresh water-cress, and
a currant loaf completed the simple fare. Presiding
at the tea-tray was a stern, forbidding-looking woman
of sixty or more; opposite her was seated her son,
the master of the farm, a heavy-faced, sleepy-looking
man; and at his side, facing the door, sat Teddy's
mother. A sweet, gentle-faced young woman she
was, with the same deep-blue eyes as her little son;
she bore no resemblance to the elder woman, and
looked, as she indeed was, superior to her surround-
ings. Two years ago she had come with her child
to make her home among her husband's people, and
though at first her mother-in-law, Mrs. Platt, was in-
clined to look upon her contemptuously as a poor,
delicate, useless creature, time proved to her that for
steady, quiet work no one could eclipse her daughter-
in-law. Young Mrs. John, as she was called, was now
her right hand, and the dairy work of the farm was
made over to her entirely.
"Late again, you young scamp!" was the stern
greeting of his grandmother, as Teddy appeared on
the scene.
The boy looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, put
his little hand to his forehead, and gave her a military
salute.
"Sorry," was all he said as he slipped into the chair
that was waiting for him.
"What have you been doing, son?" asked the young
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"Telling father's story," replied Teddy, with alacrity.
A shadow came over his mother's face, her lips took
a distressed curve; but she said nothing, only occupied
herself with attending to the child's wants.
"Your father was never late for his meals," the
grandmother put in with asperity.
"Never, granny? Not when he was a boy? I
shall be always in time when I'm a soldier."
Better begin now, then; bad habits, like weeds,
grow apace!"
Teddy had no answer for this; his mouth was full
of bread and butter, and he did not speak till the meal
was over. Then, while tea was being taken away by
the women, he turned to his uncle, who, pulling out a
pipe from his pocket, sat down by the open door to
smoke.
Uncle Jake!"
A grunt was the only response, but that was suffi-
cient; the two perfectly understood each other, and a
minute after Teddy was perched on his knee.
I'm wondering if I can't get an enemy!" the boy
proceeded, folding his small arms and looking up at his
uncle steadily. All good people had enemies in the
Bible, and I haven't one. I should like to have a
good, right-down enemy!"
"To-fight ?" asked his uncle.
To carry on with, you know. He would lay traps
for me, and I would for him, like David and Saul; we
should have a fine time of it. And then perhaps,
if he did something dreadfully wrong, mother would
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give me leave to fight him, just once in a way. Don't
you think that would be nice? "
iFightin' ain't the only grand thing in this world;
peace is grander," was the slow response to this ap-
peal.
"That's what mother says. She made me learn
this morning, Blessed are the peacemakers;' but you
-must have an enemy to make peace with, and I haven't
got one."
There was silence; the uncle puffed away at his
pipe; he was a good man, and had more brains than
his appearance warranted, but Teddy's speeches were
often a sore puzzle to him. The boy continued in a
slow, thoughtful tone, "I saw some one to-day that
I feel might be an enemy, but she's a girl; men don't
fight with women."
I'd rather tackle a man than a woman any day.
They be a powerful enemy sometimes, lad! And
what have this young maid done to you? "
She said "-and Teddy's eyes grew bright, while
the blood rushed .into his cheeks-" she said she didn't
believe a word of father's story-not a word of it!
And she laughed and walked away."
"That was coming it strong, and who is she to talk
so?"
She's a stranger; Sam said she's come to live with
old Sol at the turnpike."
"That must be Grace's child," said old Mrs. Platt,
coming up and joining in the conversation. I heard
she was coming to stay with her father this summer,
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and glad I am of it, too-the old man is very lonely.
I suppose her husband is at sea again."
What is her husband? inquired Teddy's mother,
as, with work in hand, she came out and took a seat
in the old-fashioned porch.
A sailor. Grace was always a roving nature her-
self. She never would settle down quiet and take a
husband from these parts. She was maid to our
squire's lady then, and went to foreign parts with her;
but folks say she's steadied down now wonderful.
They've been living at Portsmouth, she and her little
girl."


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'WHEN GREEK MEETS GREEK, THEN COMES
THE TUG OF WAR!"

Two little determined figures, with flushed, resolute
faces, stood opposite each other on a narrow foot-
bridge over a running stream.
Neither could pass the other, but neither intended
going back, and the sturdy maiden in her sailor dress,
with her small hands placed on her hips, appeared
quite a match for Teddy, who, with his golden head
well up, looked like a war-horse scenting the battle-
field.
It was thus they met again; both employing their
Saturday afternoon in roaming along the edge of a
stream, they had suddenly come face to face with one
another.
You're to let me come over first," she asserted
very emphatically, "because I'm a girl."
Boys never go back. A soldier's son never! I'm
not going to turn my back before the enemy; I would
disgrace my button if I did."
That old button!" The tone was that of utmost
scorn.
Teddy's cheeks grew rosy red at once, but he said
nothing.
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I got to this bridge before you did," she continued.
I began to cross it first. And you, who are you ?
No one knows anything about you. I have been
crossing this bridge for years."
"More reason you shouldn't cross it now. My
name is Nancy Wright; that's who I am."
A princess could not have revealed her name more
royally. She added after a pause, "And I mean to
come over first, so go back."
"Never! I never go back!"
"Then I shall push you over in the water."
Come on and try, then!"
Then there was silence; both the little people eyed
each other defiantly, yet a little doubtfully, as if
measuring one another's strength, and their faces grew
eager at the coming contest.
Boys always ought to give way to girls, always,"
Nancy said, using her strongest plea; "you're not a
proper boy at all."
You're not a proper girl. You're wearing a boy's
hat and a boy's jacket."
I'm a sailor's daughter, and everybody can see I
am. You say you're a soldier's son; why don't you
dress like one? "
Teddy felt he was getting the worst of it. He fin-
gered his button proudly.
I'm wearing something that has been in the thick
of a bloody battle; that's more than you can do.
Sailors don't know much of fighting."
"They know just as much as. soldiers, and as to
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your old button, I believe you just picked up the old
brass thing from the gutter!"
"If you weren't a girl I'd fight you," sputtered
Teddy, now with rising wrath.
"Pooh! I expect I could lick you; I don't believe
you have half as big a muscle as I have on my arm."
A girl have muscle! It's just a bit of fat!"
The tone of scorn proved too much for Nancy's self-
control; with a passionate exclamation she made a
quick rush across the plank, there was a struggle, and
the result was what might have been expected-a
great splash, a scream from Nancy, and both little
figures were immersed in the stream. Happily the
water was not very deep,'and after a few minutes'
scrambling they were on dry ground, considerably
sobered by their immersion. Teddy began to laugh
a little shamefacedly, but Nancy was very near tears.
I'll tell my mother you nearly drowned me dead."
If you're a sailor's daughter you oughtn't to be
afraid of the water; sailors and fish are always in the
sea."
"They're never in it, never!"
"Well, they're on it, as close as they can be to it.
Why, you're nearly crying! But you're only a girl,
and a sailor's girl can't be very brave-not like a sol-
dier's girl would be."
Sailors are much braver than soldiers," said Nancy,
quickly swallowing down her tears; "and when they
do fight they're in much more danger than the soldiers.
Father said, how would soldiers like the earth to swal-








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low them up just when they've been fighting hard and
got the victory? That's what the sea does to the poor
sailors. Their ship begins to sink, and they send up
three cheers for flag and country, and then stand on
deck with folded arms, and go down, down, down to
the bottom of the sea, and never make a cry!"
Nancy forgot her wet clothes in her eloquence, and
Teddy stared wonderingly at her.
"Well," he said, as if considering the matter, they
may be sometimes brave, but they don't fight like the
soldiers, and they have no banners, uniforms, and band,
and they don't know how to march. A sailor walks
anyhow. I saw one once, and I thought he was tipsy,
but he wasn't. A sailor walks like a goose-he wad-
dles!"
"You're the horridest, rudest boy I've ever seen!"
And with the utmost dignity Nancy walked away,
Teddy calling after her, "You made a pretty good
charge for a girl, but you couldn't get past me!"
And then with one of his loud whoops he raced home,
and hardly drew a breath till he reached the farm-
house door. His grandmother confronted him at once:
"You young rascal, what have you been doing?
You're never a day out of mischief. If I was your
mother I'd give you a good whipping, but she spoils
you."
"And you do too, granny!"
Teddy's laughing blue eyes, as he raised them to
the grim face before him, conquered, as they generally
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Teddy's Button


"There, go to your mother; she's in the dairy; I
wash my hands of you."
But Teddy crept up to his little room to change his
wet clothes before he met his mother, and then was
very silent about his adventure, merely saying by way
of explanation that he had fallen into the brook; but
at tea, a short time after, he suddenly said:
If you put a sailor and a soldier together, which
would you choose, Uncle Jake?"
Eh, my laddie? Well, they're both good in their
way. I couldn't say, I'm sure."
Mother, wouldn't you say the soldier was the
braver?"
"Perhaps I might, son; but a sailor can be quite as
brave."
Teddy's face fell. I never thought a sailor could
fight at all," he said in a disappointed tone; "I thought
they just took care of our ships, and now and then
fired a big gun off."
"Who's been bringing up the sailors to you?"
asked his grandmother.
"That little girl I told you of-Nancy her name
is."
"Where have you seen her? "
"Down by the brook; we fell into the water to-
gether because we both wanted to cross at once."
"But, my boy, that was naughty for you not to
give place to her," and Mrs. John spoke reprovingly.
I know it was, mother, but I wasn't going to turn
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"When Greek meets Greek"


You see we met in the middle, and she's not at all a nice
girl, and she's so proud and stuck up about the sailors!"
As proud as you are of the soldiers, I guess," old
Mrs. Platt said.
Do sailors and soldiers like each other?" ques-
tioned Teddy, ignoring the thrust.
"I am sure I don't know," his mother answered,
smiling. "I have never seen them together, that I
remember, but I should think they did. They both
fight for their country."
"Well, I'm a soldier's son, and I don't like a sail-
or's daughter, I know that! I think she is a kind of
enemy."
Oh, hush! son. You must have no enemies. It
is wrong to talk so."
That's what he was a-sayin' to me t'other day,"
put in his uncle, slowly; "he says he wants one."
"Yes, I do," and Teddy gave a fervent nod as he
spoke; "and, mother, I believe most good people
have enemies, so it must be right to have one."
They never make one, as you're trying to do."
Teddy looked puzzled.
"Well," he said presently, "I expect it's because
she's a stranger. She doesn't belong to our village.
I don't 'ike strangers."
She's no more a stranger than you were when you
first came here," his mother said; and the fact of her
being a stranger ought to make you kind to her."
I'm thinking of calling on her mother," old Mrs.
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Teddy's Button


gray eyes. "Shall I take you with me to see the lit-
tle girl?"
I've seen her enough, granny. Please, I think I'd
rather not."
The subject was dropped, but Teddy's thoughts
were busy. He ran down to the village green after
tea, and there met one or two of his special chums, to
whom he confided the events of the afternoon. They
highly applauded the scene at the bridge, but Teddy
shook his curly head a little doubtfully.
Men ought always to give way to women, I've
heard mother say; but I couldn't turn back, you see;
it would have disgraced my button."
"Tell you what," cried Harry Brown, commonly
known as Carrots" from his fiery hair, "you could
'a' done what the goats did in the primer at school;
you ought ter have laid flat down and let her walk
across you."
She would have hurt dreadful," Teddy observed
thoughtfully. Besides, she's so proud, I don't think
I would have liked to do that."
No," put in Sam Walters; "you did fine. I say,
let's come up to the turnpike and see if she's about
there. I'll give her a word if she begins to sauce me."
Teddy agreed to this, and the trio trotted off along
a flat, dusty road, Teddy beguiling the way by some
of his wonderful stories, till they came in sight of the
low, thatched cottage, covered with roses, that guarded
the turnpike.
They soon saw the young damsel, for.she was swing-
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"When Greek meets Greek"


ing on the gate, her dark hair flying in the wind, and
her eyes and cheeks bright with the exercise. She
looked at the boys, then laughed.
"Poor little button-boy!" she said; "you have to
be taken care of by two bigger ones."
"We've come to see you," said Sam, valiantly,
"because we ain't going to stand any cheek from you;
so you'd better look out."
Nancy stopped swinging, and, resting her fat little
elbows on the topmost bar, asked saucily, Did the
button-boy tell you to come and help him fight me?
Are you all three going to try? "
"We don't fight girls," said Teddy.
You push them into the water."
"I didn't."
I told mother about it. She thought you were a
very rude boy not to wait till I crossed over."
There was silence; then Carrots started forward.
Look here; you'll have to learn your manners,
and we won't have a strange girl like you stick your-
self up so. We've come to tell you to look out for
yourself if you don't stop it."
Nancy laughed again, and swung herself violently
backward and forward. "Yo ho! my lads, yo ho!"
she sang. I'm on my ship, and I don't care for boys
a bit; they're all as stupid as they can be. Yo ho,
we go! Yo ho, lads, heave ho!"
Her elevated position certainly seemed to give her
an advantage.
"We'll soon shake you off there!" shouted Sam, his
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Teddy's Button


wrath rising at her calm indifference to the lords of
creation.
Come on and try. I'm up the rigging, and a storm
is beginning. Hurray-come on!"
Sam and Carrots made a furious onslaught, and the
gate was roughly handled; but the more it shook and
swung, the more derisive was Nancy's laughter, as she
clutched a firm hold with her small hands, and swayed
to and fro, calling out excitedly, Furl the mainsail!
Stand by, lads-steady-starboard hard Port your
helm! Rocks to leeward! Reef the topsail! Break-
ers ahead! Yo ho!"
Teddy looked on awed by these nautical terms,
which seemed to slip so easily from her lips. To him
they seemed wonderfully clever, but he was not one
to stand aside long in a scene of excitement, and with
one of his wild war-whoops he rushed forward.
"On, boys! Charge! Hurrah!"
The gate rocked violently, and Nancy began to feel
her position was a perilous one. All the little people
were screaming at the top of their voices, when sud-
denly, in the midst of the din, appeared old Sol.
"What now? Who are these trying to break one
of our gates down? Be off, you young ruffians!
Teddy Platt, you're at the bottom of all the mischief
brewing in the parish. I'll get my big stick out arid
give you a thrashing before I've done with you!"
Old Sol's words were fierce, but the boys knew he
had the softest heart in the village, and they stood
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"When Greek meets Greek"

"It's all the button-boy," said Nancy, eagerly, as
she descended from her perch and laid her little hand
confidingly on the old man's arm. He brought
these boys up to fight me, but I was up the mast, and
they couldn't shake me off!"
We told you we wouldn't fight a girl," protested
Teddy, indignantly; "you don't speak the truth."
"Well, what did you bring the boys for?" de-
manded the small maiden, severely.
"We came," put in Sam, boldly, to tell you that
if you were so cheeky you would soon get into trou-
ble. We ain't going to stand sauce from you."
"What has the little lass been doing, you young
scoundrels? "
"They're only boys, grandfather; let us come in to
mother and leave them. They're the rudest boys I've
ever seen, and the button-boy is the worst, and his
button isn't worth a farthing!"
There was a yell from all three boys at this.
"That's it!" cried Carrots, excitedly. "It's the
button she's so cheeky about. We ain't going to
have Teddy's button laughed at. We won't stand it,
Sol-we won't!"
It shows she don't know nothing, or she wouldn't
talk so. She's just a baby, that's what she is."
"Why, she doesn't believe father's story is true,
Sol! You know it is, don't you? "
She isn't as old as the button itself."
"Ha! ha! she wasn't born when it was in battle.
Much she knows about it!"







Teddy's Button


Sol had difficulty in quieting the indignant voices.
Look 'ee here, you boys, go home and leave my
little lass to me; she knows nothing about the button.
I'll tell her the story, and then she won't laugh at
it any more. Aye, I remember seeing your father,
youngster. He was a brave man, he was, but he
would never have made war against little "maids like
this. Shame on you! get you home. Get you gone,
I say, or I'll bring my stick out."
She's been told the story. She listened and she
laughed. She ought to say she's sorry."
Teddy stood with his legs wide apart and his hands
in his pockets. His tone was severe.
I'll never, never, never say I'm sorry. I'm glad
of what I said. I don't believe a word of it!"
And with this parting shot Nancy ran into the cot-
tage, and the boys returned to the village more slowly
than they came.
Mother," said Teddy, that night, as his mother
bent down for a good-night kiss, I haven't been good
to-day, and I don't feel good now. I feel, when I
think it over, so angry inside."
What is it about, son? "
Father's button." The tone was drowsy, and see-
ing his eyelids droop heavily, Mrs. John said no more,
only breathed a prayer that her little son might fight
as bravely for Christ's honor as he did for that of his
father's button.


















A RECRUITING SERGEANT

IT was Sunday morning. Along a sweet-scented
lane, with shady limes overhead, and honeysuckle and
wild roses growing in profusion on the hedges at either
side, walked Teddy's mother, holding her little son
tightly by the hand. The bells of the village church
were ringing out for the service, and groups of two
and three were passing in at the old lich-gate. Mrs.
John was talking in her sweet, clear voice to her boy,
and he, letting his restless blue eyes rove to and fro,
noting every bird on the hedges and every flower in
the path, would bring them back to his mother's face
with a dreamy upward gaze. I will try, mother, I
really will. I will keep my hands tight in my pock-
ets, and my feet close together; I will pretend I'm
going to be shot by a file of soldiers, and then I really
think that will help me not to fidget. I promise you
I'll be good to-day."
And having received this protestation from him,
Mrs. John passed into church with a relieved mind.
Teddy's restless little body was a sore trial to any one
who sat next him in church, and many were the lec-
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Teddy's Button


tures that had been bestowed on him by Sunday-
school teacher and pastor, besides the gentle admoni-
tions of his mother.
As Teddy quietly perched himself on the seat be-
side his mother he murmured to himself, "Twenty sol-
diers in front of me, twenty rifles pointing. I shall
stand like a rock; I'll set my teeth, and I sha'n't even
blink my eyes. Now I see the officer coming; he's
going to say, 'Present!' I'm not moving a muscle.
Five minutes more they'll give me-"
His active brain here received a check. There, on
the opposite side, facing him, was Nancy, seated be-
tween her mother and old Sol. She was still in her
sailor suit, and with her dark, mischievous brown eyes
fixed steadily on him, Teddy could not remain un-
moved beneath her gaze for long. His little hands
were working nervously in his coat pockets. Why
did she stare at him so? Well, he could stare back;
and then blue eyes and brown confronted each other
for some moments with unblinking defiance in their
gaze. At last Teddy's patience gave way, and twist-
ing up his little features into a most grotesque grim-
ace, he mounted a hassock to give her the full benefit
of it.
Instantly out came a little red tongue at him, and
at this daring piece of audacity he gasped out loud,
"I hate you!"
Then, as all eyes in the surrounding pews were
turned upon him, and his mother's shocked gaze met
his, Teddy crimsoned to the roots of his hair, and tak-
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ing up a large prayer-book, he used it as a shield from
his small antagonist during the remainder of the ser-
vice. As the congregation were leaving the church
later on, the rector made his way to young Mrs. Platt,
who was lingering talking to a neighbor. He was a
gray-haired, gentle-faced man, with a slow, dreamy
manner in speaking.
Mrs. John, what has happened to make your little
boy so forget himself this morning?"
Indeed, sir, I cannot say. I really thought he was
going to be good to-day."
I think he had better come to tea with me this
afternoon, and we will have a little talk together."
Teddy looked up with awe in his blue "eyes. He
well knew that this was the rector's usual practice
when any delinquent was brought before his notice,
but it had never yet fallen to his lot to receive the in-
vitation. Mr. Upton had his own way of doing things,
so people said, and he had greater faith in reasoning
with any culprits than scolding them, whether they
were grown men or women or children.
Teddy's restless ways in church had been a trial to
him for a long time, and he felt that this morning's
action must receive a check.
"Thank you, sir," responded Mrs. John; "he shall
come to you after school is over this afternoon."
And Teddy, completely sobered, walked home be-
side his mother without uttering a word.
At half-past four he stood on the rectory door-steps
looking into the cool, broad hall in front of him, which
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Teddy's Button


led out of a glass door at the opposite end into a bril-
liant flower garden. Spotless white druggeting cov-
ered the floor and stairs, and everything indoors
denoted a careful housekeeper. Mr. Upton was a
widower, and was to a great extent ruled by two or
three old and faithful servants.
As the boy stood there the rector appeared and led
him into his study.
We shall have half an hour before tea to have a
little conversation, my boy. Sit down and tell me
what you have been learning at Sunday-school this
afternoon."
Teacher was telling us about the children of Israel
in Egypt. I'm afraid I don't remember very much
what he said, for I was busy thinking about coming
to see you."
Mr. Upton smiled and drew the child on to talk;
then, after he was thoroughly at ease, he put a large
Bible in front of him.
"I want you to read.me a verse in the First Epistle
of St. John, and the third chapter. It.is the fifteenth
verse; can you find it?"
"Yes, sir," and with an eager importance Teddy
turned over the leaves.
"'Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer,'"
he read solemnly.
That will do. Now think it over for five minutes
in silence, and then tell me what your thoughts are
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A Recruiting Sergeant


arms and sat immovable till the five minutes were
over; then he said timidly, "I wouldn't hate a
brother. I'd like to have one. Do you think it
means the same when it's a girl?"
Precisely the same; a brother means any person
in the world, man, woman, or child."
"Then I ought to be hung."
There was much self-pity in Teddy's tone. Mr.
Upton did not smile; he was gazing abstractedly out
of the window, and said slowly, "The root of murder
is anger. The. same motive that prompts a passion-
ate statement prompts a passionate and perhaps fatal
blow."
There was silence; then, in a more cheerful tone,
the rector turned to the little culprit.
And now tell me the whole story, and who it was
that you spoke to in church."
Teddy was perfectly ready with his defense, and he
poured into his listener's ears such a voluble story that
the rector was quite bewildered when it came to an end.
"It's father's button I care about," added the boy,
fingering his beloved object proudly, and she didn't
believe me a bit, and she put out her tongue as long
as ever she could!"
" Tell me the story of the button. I have heard,
but have forgotten the details."
Teddy's eyes sparkled and his little head was raised
erect again. Slipping off his chair, he stood in front
of the rector and told the oft-repeated tale with dra-
matic force and effect. Mr. Upton listened with in-
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terest, but before he could offer any comment on it
tea was announced, and taking the child by the hand
he marched him into the dining-room.
Hot tea-cakes, strawberry jam, and plum-cake kept
our little friend fully occupied for some time. He
wondered if all the naughty boys interviewed by the
rector had been treated to the same fare, and he began
to think an invitation to Sunday tea at the rectory
highly desirable.
And now," said Mr. Upton, toward the end of the
meal, I want some more talk with you. Your father
was a brave soldier; he died in saving the colors. You
want to grow up like him, do you not?"
"Yes, sir; indeed I do."
"There is a little verse in God's Word that de-
scribes our Lord's banner-His colors. Will you say
it after me? 'His banner over me was love.' "
Teddy repeated the verse slowly and with interest.
It is a wonderful banner," pursued Mr. Upton,
thoughtfully, the enemy confronted with it on every
side. In the thick of the fight we can but hoist our
colors, 'love '-God's love to man, when man is fight-
ing from his infancy against his Maker. What host
would march to meet the foe with such a banner dyed
red with the life-blood of their Captain, the Son of
God, the Saviour of the world? "
Teddy drew a long breath, and when the rector
paused he cried enthusiastically, Please go on, sir.
I like to hear it. Will God let me hold up the banner
for Him?"
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A Recruiting Sergeant


If you have enlisted in His service. Are you one
of His soldiers? "
"I don't know."
God always wants each of us to present ourselves
to Him if we want to enlist in His army. Have you
done that? There must come a time in our lives when
we yield ourselves wholly and unreservedly to the One
who is our rightful owner. Why, my boy, do you
believe that Jesus died upon the cross to save you?
Did He bear your sins for you there?"
"Yes," said Teddy, fixing his blue eyes earnestly
on the rector; "I really believe He did, for mother
has often explained it to me."
"Then how dare you stand aloof from His army?
How is it that you have never enlisted? Are you
marching along in the enemy's ranks ?"
Teddy's small hands were clenched and his eyes lit
up with a great resolve.
I'll enlist at once, sir. I'll be one of God's soldiers
now."
How are you going to do it? "
I don't know. Tell me, please."
There was silence. Mr. Upton met the child's ear-
nest upward gaze with awe as he realized how much
hung on his words. He had a firm belief in children
being able to lead a consistent Christian life. He knew
the Master would accept a child's heart, and guide and
keep the frail and helpless steps on the way heaven-
ward. And with a swift prayer for guidance he
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Teddy's Button


You must tell God about it yourself, and don't be
in a hurry. Kneel down quietly by yourself some-
where, and first of all ask that the Holy Spirit may
guide you, that your sins may be blotted out, and
your name written in the book of life, for the sake of
Jesus, who died for you. Then tell God you want
Him to enlist you, and give yourself right up to H-im
for now and for all eternity."
Mr. Upton spoke slowly and emphatically; he knew
he often preached above the heads of his little hearers,
and he strove to speak in simple language now.
Teddy remained very silent; then he said, And if
I enlist, shall I have to be God's soldier for ever and
ever, till I'm an old man of a hundred, with white hair
and no teeth?"
"Would you rather be one of the devil's soldiers?"
No."
"You are quite right to think it over. I would
rather you did not decide too hastily. Go home and
think it out, and come and tell me when you have
decided."
The boy's white brow was crumpled with anxious
creases.
I should like to be one of God's soldiers, but who
shall I have to fight? Any real enemies, or only make
believe? "
"I will tell you about your enemies after you have
enlisted. I can show you one very real one that is
your worst enemy."
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"A real live one."
Teddy smiled contentedly.
"Now," added Mr. Upton, "I am going to send
you home. If you enlist, the first person you will
have to hold up your banner to is that little girl whom
you said you hated. Before you go I want to pray
for you. Kneel down with me."
The evening sunshine streamed in through the open
window, and, alighting on the white hair of the minis-
ter and the boy's fair curls as they knelt together,
bathed them in a golden glory. With closed eyes
and folded hands Teddy listened to Mr. Upton's
prayer:
"Loving Father, another lamb I bring to Thee.
Guide him in his decision, and if he enters Thy fold
use him and bless him through all eternity. Grant
that he nray fight a good fight, and be crowned with
glory hereafter; for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen."
An hour later and Teddy was seated by his moth-
er's side in the old porch. His grandmother and uncle
had gone to evening church, and Mrs. John was left
with her boy alone.
He had been telling her the substance of his con-
versation with the rector, and now, curled up on the
low wooden seat, his small legs crossed underneath
him, he was gazing dreamily out into the sweet-
scented garden. The bees were droning and the
gnats humming among the tall hollyhocks and crim-
son and white roses close by, the birds were already
twittering their last good-nights to one another,
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Teddy's Button


and a soft, peaceful spell seemed to be falling on all
around.
I feel," he said presently, as he gazed up into the
still blue sky, "as if God is waiting for me, mother."
\Mrs. John did not answer. He added quickly,
"When did you enlist, mother; long, long ago?"
"Yes, darling; just before I married your father."
"And when did father enlist? When he was a
little boy like me?"
Not till he was a grown man. He often used to
say he wished he had given his heart to God when he
was younger."
I suppose God will take little soldiers. Do you
think I shall be the youngest He has? "
No, darling; He has many brave little soldiers
younger than you."
Another long silence, then a deep-drawn sigh from
Teddy.
I feel I have very big thoughts to-night, mother,
and I get so crowded thinking. Will you read to me
before I go to bed? "
Mrs. John pressed her lips on the curly head so
near her.
My boy, I am so glad for you to have these
thoughts. Mother has so often prayed that you may
be one of Christ's little soldiers and servants! Now,
what shall I read ?"
Read me about the three men and the burning
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A Recruiting Sergeant


drawing her boy close to her till his little head rested
against her shoulder, read him the story he wished.
Later on, as she tucked him up in bed and was giv-
ing him a kiss, he clasped his arms round her neck and
whispered, I think I'm going to do it quite by myself
to-morrow."





















ENLISTING FOR LIFE

THE village children were swarming out of school
the next afternoon. The heat and confinement of the
crowded school-room had not lessened the superabun-
dance of energy and high spirits among them, and the
boys soon congregated on the green, bent on a game
of cricket.
"Where's Teddy?" "Teddy Platt!" "Young
Ted, where's he got to?" "Fetch Teddy!" This
was the general cry, but Teddy was nowhere to be
seen.
Has he been kept in? queried one.
Likely enough. He's up in the clouds to-day."
"Oh, ain't.he just! Why, I offered him half such
a huge apple,-my! it was a beauty,-and his eyes
sort o' wandered away f: om it as if it had been a piece
of mud! 'Thanks,' says he, 'I'll have a bite to-mor-
rer-not to-day.' "
And teacher was down on him sharp, too," put in
another eager voice. He answered all the 'rithmetic
wrong, and he said forty soldiers made a rood! And
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teacher says, 'Is your head good for nothing but sol-
diers ?' And Ted he got as red as fire and says,' It's
full of them to-day, sir;' and teacher said, 'Go down
to the bottom of the class till you can empty it of
them, then, and tell me when you've done it.' And
when Ted comes next to me I says, Is your button
lost, old chap, that you're in such a stew?' And he
says, 'No, the button is all right, but I'm thinking' how
to enlist.' "
He'll go for a drummer-boy as soon as he's big
enough, and I'll go with him!" cried Carrots.
Oh, come on," shouted one of the impatient ones;
" if Ted's not here let us begin without him."
And Teddy's delinquencies at school were soon for-
gotten in the excitement of the game.
He had not been kept in, but had slipped away the
minute school was over, and was soon dodging in and
out of the thick, overhanging trees along the edge of
his favorite stream. His little feet sped swiftly along,
and as he ran he talked in a whisper to himself, which
was his way when anything special was weighing on
his mind: I'll go right into the wood and get under
a thick tree. I won't let a squirrel see me, nor even
a rabbit. I must be quite quiet, and it must be like
church, and I sha'n't come away till I've done it."
Into the wood he went, but he was hard to satisfy;
roaming here and there, peeping round corners, and
thrusting his curly head in among the bushes, it was
fully half an hour before he chose his spot.
It was a secluded little nook under an old oak-tree,
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Teddy's Button


where the moss grew thick and green, and bushes of
all sorts and sizes formed a natural bower round the
gnarled trunk. In front of this tree Teddy stood, and
then, half shyly, half reverently, he took off his cap
and laid it on the ground. Looking up through the
veil of green leaves above him to the sunny blue sky
beyond, he stood with clasped hands and parted lips
for a moment or two in perfect silence. The soft wind
played gently with his curls and rustled among the
leafy boughs overhead, and in the distance the birds'
sweet voices were the only sounds that met his ears.
As the boy's eyes came back to earth they seemed to
have reflected in them something of the bright sun-
shine above, and then down on his knees he dropped.
Placing his little clasped hands against the old trunk
in front of him, and bending his golden head till it
rested likewise against the tree, Teddy prayed aloud,
slowly and with frequent pauses:
'" 0 God! here I am. Have You been waiting for
me? I've come to enlist. And, please, I forget all
Mr. Upton told me to say; but will You forgive me
my sins, and write my name down in Your book in
heaven? Edward James Platt is my name. I've
come to be Your soldier for ever and ever. Will You
please keep me always? I never want to go back from
being Your soldier. Make me fight a grand fight, and
help me to hold Your colors up well; and, please, God,
will You tell father I've enlisted this afternoon? Mr.
Upton said You would take me. I thank You for let-
ting Jesus die for me, and I'm very sorry I haven't
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belonged to His army before, but I didn't quite un-
derstand that He wanted me. Help me to be a good
boy; for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen."
A child's prayer, but it was prayed with a child's
strong faith, and as Teddy rose to his feet he had the
assurance that God had accepted him. That scene in
the wood when he dedicated himself to the service of
the King of kings would be stamped on his memory
as long as he lived. And now that the deed was done,
a great load seemed to be lifted off his mind. He
came into the midst of the boys on the green a short
time afterward with a radiant face, and took his share
in fielding, bowling, and batting with such a vigor and
will that he proved himself the hero of the hour.
Later in the evening he wandered into the dairy,
where his mother was busy, and asked her if he could
go and see the rector.
What for, son? "
"He asked me to come. Is it too late, do you
think? I should like to go to-night."
Mrs. John looked down upon the eager little face
lifted to hers.
Run away, then, but don't stay long."
And so it was that for the second time that week
Teddy was a visitor at the rectory.
Please, sir, I've done it!" he exclaimed breath-
lessly, as soon as he was ushered into the presence of
the rector.
Eh? What have you been doing? "
And Mr. Upton roused himself from a reverie into
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which he had fallen as he sat at his study window and
watched his favorite beehives. Then, noting the dis-
appointed look on the child's face, and recognizing who
it was, he added briskly, Ah! it is Teddy Platt, is it?
And so you've done it, have you? Thank God! Yes,
I remember all about it; you're a fresh recruit."
Teddy's eyes glistened. "I enlisted this afternoon,
sir."
For life, did you? No short-service system with
God!"
Mr. Upton had at one time been chaplain to troops
abroad, and it was his knowledge of military matters
that so attracted the boy.
Yes, for life, sir."
May God keep you true to Him, my boy, in life
and in death."
There was a pause; then Teddy said eagerly,
"Please, sir, you said you would show me one of the
enemies I have got to fight."
"Ah! did I? One of the many-which one, I
wonder?"
"A real live one, you said."
"Yes, I remember. Come this way."
He led the child into his drawing-room in front of
a large mirror reaching down to the ground, and told
him to find his enemy there.
"Why, it's only myself!" Teddy said in a disap-
pointed tone, though there was wonder in his eyes.
"That's it; yourself-small Teddy Platt-is your
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will discover what a very formidable and mighty en-
emy he is."
"Please, sir, I don't understand."
"Sit down here by me and let me try to explain it
to you. If you are going to try to serve the Lord
Jesus Christ you will find that you will have two Ted-
dies to deal with-a good one and a bad one. The
bad one is your enemy. Now, you told me you were
angry with that little girl. Are you angry still?"
"I've forgotten all about her. I-I don't love her."
"The bad Teddy in you doesn't like her, but the
good Teddy will. Now you must fight against the
bad Teddy and overcome him. Jesus will.help you;
you can't fight without Him."
I think I know," said Teddy, thoughtfully. Last
week some fellows said, 'Come and get some apples
from the Park orchard.' I wanted to dreadful; that
was my bad self. But I thought it would be stealing,
and I didn't go; that was my good self, wasn't it?"
Quite right! Keep close to your Captain. Our
Officer always leads, and remember-' Forward! no
quarter to the enemy!' "
Then, gazing abstractedly out into the garden, Mr.
Upton added as if to himself, "' But I see another law
in my members, warring against the law of my mind,
and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which
is in my members. Who shall deliver me from
the body of this death? I thank God through Jesus
Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve
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The next day when at dinner, for it was generally
at meal-times Teddy chose to make his observations,
he looked round the table appealingly.
"What's the very ugliest name that could be given
a boy?"
Sakes alive!" ejaculated his grandmother. "And
who may you be wanting to christen?"
"It isn't for a baby; a boy about as old as me.
What do you think an ugly name? "
I don't think any name is very ugly," his mother
said. If you like a person their name always seems
to fit. I knew two boys named Tobiah and Eli. I
didn't like the names at first, though they are Bible
ones, but when I got to know and like the boys I liked
the names."
I want a much more hideous name," asserted
Teddy; "some name that would describe a very
wicked person."
"I hope you are not going to call any one by it,"
observed his grandmother, suspiciously.
Teddy lifted his blue eyes. up to her solemnly. I
expect I'll find one for myself," he said, and nothing
more could be got out of him.
After dinner, a half-holiday having been given the
school-children, Teddy stole out to the woods. When
out of sight he began a brisk conversation with him-
self, as was his wont, and it may give us an insight
into his busy brain if we listen.
"Blacky might do, or Goggles, or Grubby, or Nig-
ger, or Toad. I want to have some name, else I
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sha'n't be able to talk to him so well. I wish mother
had helped me; it's very differcult. I can't seem to
think of a name quite ugly enough. I expect p'r'aps
Mr. Upton could tell me. I'll wait and ask him. I
hope I sha'n't have to wait long, for I want it all set-
tled, so that I can begin to fight properly with him.
Now I've got to find Nancy. Mr. Upton said I was
to'be friends with her, and I've got to hold up my
banner of love over her. I hope she'll like it. She's
a horrid-aha, that's my enemy just going to speak!
A horrid girl, you were going to say, were you?
Now you just get out. Nancy is a very nice girl-at
least, she soon will be. I'll try and think her nice, I
will. I've got to fight you, enemy, if you say such
things. Why, I do 'clare, there she is climbing that
tree!"
Teddy's conversation came to an end, and he stared
with open mouth and eyes at the nimble way Nancy
was climbing up an old beech-tree. He gave a shrill
whistle, which made the little girl look round. Not a
bit disconcerted was she.
"Aha, it's the stupid little button-boy! You can't
catch me!"
It was a challenge. Instantly Teddy stripped off
his jacket and darted to the tree. She had got a good
start, and even he caught his breath in wonder at her
rapid ascent and the fearless way in which she seemed
to plant her small feet on the most fragile-looking
branches. Up they went, panting -'ith the exercise,
but at length she could go no farther, and seating her-
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self on a comfortable bough she looked mischievously
down at him.
"You couldn't catch me; you don't know how to
climb! My father taught me. I can go up the rig-
ging as far as any sailor boy, and this is my ship, but
I'll let you sit down by me if you behave yourself."
Teddy swung himself across a bough opposite her
and was silent for a moment. Both children were try-
ing to recover their breath, and Teddy was considering
how to make peace. He did it in his own quaint fashion.
I think we're pretty close to heaven," he remarked
presently, lifting his soft blue eyes to the clear sky
above. I wonder if that's the reason birds in their
nests agree? The angels can't like to hear quallering
so close to them."
I'm not going to quarrel, and you didn't say that
word right."
"What word?"
"Quarrering." And Nancy's tone was emphatic,
though a doubt stole into her own mind as to whether
her pronunciation was correct. But Teddy was too
intent upon pulling something out of his pocket to no-
tice her correction. He slowly unrolled a large white
pocket-handkerchief, tied it carefully to a twig which
he broke off from an adjoining branch, and then held
it up in front of her.
I did it myself this morning," he said with pride.
" I asked Uncle Jake for one of his best handkerchiefs.
He gave it t:Onime last night, and I did it with a pen
and ink before breakfast. Can you read it? "
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Nancy looked at the straggling, uneven black letters
that occupied the whole width across.
"Love? she said curiously. "What does that
mean ?"
It's my banner of love that I'm going to carry for
my Captain. It means I've got to love even you."
Nancy's red lips pouted. "I don't want you to
love me," she said.
I've got to do it."
How are you going to do it ?"
I'm-I'm not quite sure. I'm never going to be
angry with you. And it's very hard "-here a deep-
drawn sigh broke from him-" it's very hard, but I've
got to tell you I'm sorry I wouldn't let you cross the
bridge first and I'm sorry I said I hated you in church."
Nancy's bright dark eyes peered inquisitively into
the dreamy blue ones opposite her.
"Are you really sorry?" she said.
I think I am; at least, part of me is. My enemy
isn't, but I am."
This was beyond Nancy's comprehension.
"And you'll never get angry or set those horrid
boys at me any more?"
"No, I never will."
Here a big, rosy-cheeked apple was produced has-
tily out of the other pocket, and presented as a peace-
offering.
It was taken in silence; then as Nancy's white little
teeth met in it she said, with one o~ her beaming
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"I think you had better, because it will make it
easier."
"Well, I will, then, if you'll do one thing."
"What is it?"
Give me that old button of yours."
Teddy fairly gasped at this audacity.
Give you father's button?" he cried. "Never,
never, never! I'd rather be shot dead, or drowned
dead, or hung dead, or chopped into little tiny bits!
I'll never give it up! It's going to be on my coats
and waistcoats till I'm a hundred, and then it will be
buried in my grave with me. Suppose I lost my but-
ton, do you know what I would do?"
Nancy gazed at the young orator with a little awe.
"No," she said; "what? "
I would drop down and die, my heart would burst
and break; and if I couldn't die very quick I wouldn't
eat or drink nothing, but I'd go sadly to my grave and
lay my head down, and the next morning you would
find me stiff and cold, with my glassy eyes staring up
at the sky, like an old dog I read about."
Teddy's tone was so intensely tragic that Nancy was
silent. At last she said, "I'll never love you proper
till you give it to me."
"Will you like me a little instead?"
I might do that," she replied reluctantly.
And you won't never say you don't believe father's
story? "
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she added, I'll hear some more of your stories first.
I want to hear one now. Sally White told me at
school you know all about fairies."
Teddy nodded impressively, then said slowly, "I
make believe I do, but I don't make believe father's
story."
"Tell me a story now."
Teddy clasped his hands round a bough, and with
knitted brows considered. Then he looked up and
the light sparkled in his eyes.
"Shall I tell you about when I went into an oak-
tree, and found a little door leading down some steps
that took me to the goblins' cave?"
This sounded enchanting, and Nancy eagerly pre-
pared herself to listen. Such a story was then poured
out that it held her spellbound: goblins, elves, and
fairies, underground glories, thrilling adventures and
escapes. Was it any wonder that with such a gift for
story-telling Teddy was the king of the village? It
came to an end at last, and Nancy drew a long breath
of relief and content when she heard the concluding
sentence: "And I quickly opened the little door, and
there I was outside the oak and safe in the wood again."
Button-boy, I do like you," she asserted, with a
quick little nod of her head. "Will you tell me an-
other story soon? "
"P'r'aps I will," said Teddy, feeling a little elated
that he was gaining supremacy over her, "but I'm
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"What made you come and make it up? the little
maiden asked, as after a scramble down they stood at
the foot of the tree. You said something about your
Captain; who is He? "
Jesus Christ," Teddy replied reverently, and His
banner is love, so I have to love everybody, whether
I like them or not."
"Why? "
Because He wants me to, and I'm one of His sol-
diers now."
Has Jesus any sailors? "
The question was put suddenly, and the answer was
given with a slight air of superiority: "No; only sol-
diers He has."
"Then I don't want to belong to Him. I believe
He has sailors just as well as soldiers, only you're not
telling true."
Her tone was getting wrathful, but Teddy shook
his head solemnly. I'm sure there's nothing about
Jesus' sailors in the Bible, but I'll ask mother, and
then I'll tell you. I must go home now. Good-by.
We're going to be friends? "
"Yes, we're going to be friends," she repeated, and
then away they scampered in different directions,
Nancy calling out, like a true little woman, "But I
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PLEASE, sir, may I speak to 'you ?"
Mr. Upton was coming out of church after a choir
practice when Teddy accosted him. He smiled when
he saw the boy. "You may walk with me home and
speak to me as much as you like."
And so they sauntered up the shady lane, the old
rector with his head bent and his hands crossed behind
him, and the boy all eager excitement and motion,
with suppressed importance in his tone.
"I want you to give me a name for my enemy,
please, sir."
Mr. Upton looked amused. "Have you had any
battles with him yet?"
"I think I had one yesterday. May I tell you?
Granny was very angry with me because I had made
Uncle Jake's best handkerchief into a banner of love.
I didn't really think it was naughty. I wrote 'Love'
in ink right across it; and I took such pains, for I
wanted to show it to Nancy. And when I got home
granny was so angry that she took me by the collar
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and she locked me into the back kitchen; and mother
was out, and I cried, I was so miserable. Granny said
I would come to the workhouse; she called me the
wickedest, mischievoust boy she'd ever seen, and said
she would like to give me a good whipping. And at
last I got tired of being miserable, and I looked about,
and I saw the window was partly open, so I climbed
up; and then I thought I would jump out and run
away across the fields till mother came home. And
I was very happy then, and I jumped right out, and
then I remembered, but I didn't want to go back
again."
"And then the fight began," suggested the rector,
as the boy paused.
Teddy nodded. "'I asked God to drive my enemy
away, but I was an awful long time thinking it out.
Is thinking fighting?"
"Very often it is."
"I did fight hard, then; and I climbed in again.
Was that being a soldier?"
"Yes, my boy."
And granny let me out soon after; and I kissed
her and said I was sorry; but I told her how nearly I
had run away, and asked her to see that the window
was locked next time, so that I shouldn't have to fight
so hard."
You will have plenty of fighting. Don't shirk the
hottest part of the field; that isn't being brave."
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"No, that's mine; I must have a name for him-a
different one, you know."
How do you like Ego or Ipse? "
"What funny names! I think I like Ipse best. I'll
call him Ipse, shall I?"
But Mr. Upton's thoughts were far away by this
time, and presently he said, as if to himself, "'The
last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.' 'Nay,
in all these things we are more than conquerors
through Him that loved us.' It is a fight with certain
victory ahead; then why do we fail?"
"Shall I fail?" questioned a soft voice by his side.
"'Without Me ye can do nothing.' That's our
Captain's Word; if you fight without Him you are
done for."
"I think I shall sometimes let Ipse have his way.
Will that be deserting to the enemy? "
It will be sure and certain defeat."
"But then, of course, my Captain won't let me be
beaten if I stick close to Him."
And so they talked, a strange couple; but the
younger of them had a faith which the elder might
envy, and a grasp of the unseen that the ripest saint
could not surpass.
Not long after this Teddy and his school-fellows
were having a delightful afternoon in the woods. It
was Saturday afternoon, and they were playing their
favorite war game, Teddy, of course, being prime in-
stigator of the whole affair. A few of the more ad-
venturous girls had joined them, Nancy among them.
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Her respect for: Teddy was gradually increasing,
though nothing seemed to quench her self-assertion
and independence of thought and action. At length
Teddy announced his intention of going off on an ex-
pedition as a scout, and on Nancy's insisting that she
should come too, the two children started, made their
way out of the wood and down to the banks of the
stream, which soon joined the river.
"What have we to do?" asked Nancy.
It's great fun. You see every one we meet is an
enemy, and we have to get past them without them
seeing us; we must crawl through the long grass, or
we must climb a tree, or get through the bushes-all
kinds of adventures we have."
"And if we don't meet anybody? "
"That's why I came down this way; there are al-
ways a lot of people fishing in the river. Now look
out; don't you talk loud, and step softly. Just think
that the first person who sees us will shoot us dead."
But they won't."
"You must make believe they will."
Teddy's tone was stern, and Nancy was too occu-
pied in holding her hat on her head as they crept
through some low bushes to advance any more skep-
tical opinions.
And then suddenly, a short time after, they came
upon a fisherman. It was only a burly farmer, who
was evidently making a day of it, for he sat under the
shade of a tree with the remnants of a substantial
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but the line was out of the water, and he, with head
thrown back and mouth wide open, was fast asleep.
"Hush!" said Teddy, in an excited whisper. "If
he wakes all is up with us; now let's get past him on
tiptoe."
This was accomplished safely; but, having passed
him, Teddy stood still and the spirit of mischief seized
hold of him. Turning to Nancy, he said with spar-
kling eyes, What fun to take him prisoner and tie him
up to the tree with his own fishing-line! He's an
enemy; I really think it's our duty to do it. You
stay here and watch me."
Deftly and quickly Teddy set to work, but when he
had once passed the line round the farmer's body and
the tree he had .n difficulty in finishing the work he
had begun. Dancing like an elf with the line in his
hand, he spun round and round the tree till the line
was wound round to its very last extremity, and the
farmer looked like some big bluebottle fly entangled
in the fine meshes of a spider's web. Still he slept on,
and with a delighted chuckle Teddy sped back to his
little companion. Her eyes were dancing with mirth,
and she clapped her hands at the successful exploit.
He'll wake up and won't be able to get away.
What fun! how I should like to see him!"
Come on quick. He's Farmer Green, and he's an
awful angry man; he gave Sam such a thrashing for
tying an old saucepan to one of his pigs' tails. He
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Away they ran-; but they had not proceeded far
before Teddy came to a standstill and all the saucy
sparkle died out of his eyes.
"What's the matter?" asked Nancy. "Have you
got a pain? "
I'm afraid I'm going to have a fight with Ipse."
The words were uttered almost in a whisper, and
N. i,.-v looked on with wonder.
It isn't right," he said after a long pause. I do
want-at least, Ipse wants-to leave him there aw-
fully, but mother would say it was very naughty, and
I think-I think my Captain doesn't like it. I shall
have to go back and undo him."
"Oh, you mustn't!" cried Nancy. "You'll wake
him up, and then you'll catch it! Let him undo him-
self."
Teddy shook his head and then stole softly back
to the tree, Nancy following him at a respectful dis-
tance.
It seemed a harder business to untie the knots than:
to tie them, but at length it was done and the unwind-
ing process began. Alas! Farmer Green's nap was
over, and with a hasty start he was roused to the full
sense of his faculties. When he discovered his condi-
tion he swore a round oath, and turned upon Teddy in
great wrath as he vainly tried to extricate himself. -
Please, sir," said Teddy, nothing daunted, "if you
keep still I shall undo you very soon, and I won't break
your line if I can help it."
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face after such an audacious piece of impudence?
You're the plague of the parish, and a good thrashing
is what you will get, as my name's Jonathan Green! "
Teddy's face was hot and red, and the spectacle of
him trying to unwind the line from the struggling
and exasperated farmer was so irresistibly comic to
Nancy that she burst out laughing.
Jonathan Green was soon on his feet again, and
seizing hold of Teddy by the collar, shook him like a
terrier would shake a rat; then, without leaving go of
him, he pulled out a piece of cord from his coat
pocket.
"Now I'll teach you a lesson, youngster, that you
won't forget. It's lucky I've got this bit o' rope."
And in another few minutes he had bound the boy
securely to the tree, tying his hands together with his
handkerchief; then, as Nancy stepped forward, indig-
nant at this severe treatment, he turned upon her.
"There are two of you, are there ? Well, you shall
share the same fate till I think fit to release you. I'll
teach you to stop playing such impish tricks on decent
folk."
You're the wickedest man that's living, I'm sure!"
cried Nancy, wrathfully. Why, he was undoing you
when you woke up, which was very kind of him. I
wish he'd left you tied up, I do! "
But Farmer Green, with. a grim smile of satisfaction,
soon settled her in the same fashion as he had done
the boy;. and then, picking up his fishing-basket,
strode away, calling out, "Ye'll bide there my time,
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ye young limbs of mischief! It's only serving like ye
serve! "
"Button-boy, did he hurt you?" asked Nancy,
anxiously, for all this time Teddy had not said a word.
He turned his head and looked at her. "I feel
shooken up dreadful, he's so awful strong; but I'm
not very hurt, only I'm sorry, and I've been telling
my Captain about it, and asking Him to forgive me."
"Shall we stay here all the evening and all the
night?"
"Oh no; he'll come and let us go soon. It isn't
fair on you, for you didn't do anything."
I laughed at him and I wanted you to leave him
tied up. But I don't care; it doesn't hurt. You
haven't told me ever what I asked you about Jesus'
sailors. Tell me now, because I want to belong to
your Captain, and I'm not going to be a soldier."
I did ask mother, and she said sailors were soldiers
-they were sea soldiers. You'll have to be a soldier,
I expect."
"Sailors fight, I know they do. Grandfather read
me about Nelson the other evening, and showed me a
picture of sailors cutting the enemy's arms off as they
tried to scramble on board ship. I sha'n't never
change to soldiers. Sailors are muck nicer. And if
sailors fight I can be a sailor for Jesus."
Their conversation was interrupted by voices and
steps approaching, and in another moment two ladies
and a gentleman appeared, evidently going home after
a fishing excursion.
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The path led past the tree, and they stopped in as-
tonishment at the sight of the two children.
Teddy was the first to speak. He recognized the
new-comers to be the squire, Colonel Graham, and his
wife, with a visitor staying with them.
"Please, sir, will you undo us?" he asked appeal-
ingly.
The colonel laughed heartily. "Ah! young fellow,
you're caught, are you? Lady Helen, this is one of
the young hopefuls in our village-I have been told
the ringleader in every bit of mischief set going! You
wouldn't think it to look at him, would you?"
What an angel's face!" said that lady, admiringly.
"And who is the little girl? She looks a regular
little gipsy! "
Neither of the children appreciated these remarks,
but the colonel good-naturedly put down his fish-
ing-basket and cut the piece of rope that bound
them.
"Now then, youngster," he said, "speak up and
tell us who bound you in this fashion, and what have
you been doing to merit such punishment? "
Having got his hands free, Teddy stood up bravely
and told the story briefly and clearly, to the great
amusement of his hearers.
And he would never have been caught if he hadn't
gone back to undo him," put in Nancy; "so he
oughtn't to have been punished at all."
"What made you go back, my boy.?" asked Mrs.
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The color rose in Teddy's cheeks, but he never
hesitated to speak the truth.
I went back when I remembered it was wrong to
have done it," he said simply.
But you are not such a paragon of goodness gen-
erally," said the colonel. Wasn't it you and some
others who scared our dairymaid into fits one night
last winter, by playing pranks after dark outside the
dairy window? "
"Yes, sir," said Teddy, humbly.
"And why didn't you run away when the old man
woke?" asked Lady Helen..
I never run away from anybody," said Teddy, his
head more erect than ever. I'm a soldier's son."
Capital, my boy; and so your father is a soldier.
What regiment? "
He's dead, sir. May I tell you father's story?"
"Oh, ah! I remember now, though I'm not sure
that I recollect the details," said the colonel, musingly.
"Your father was John Platt, who enlisted in one of
the line regiments-the twenty-fourth, wasn't it? Tell
us the story by all means."
Teddy obeyed delightedly, not seeing, in the in-
terest of his tale, how keenly he was being watched
by the ladies. He told it, as he always did, with
enthusiastic effect, and when he offered to show the
ladies his button they were charmed with him. The
colonel patted him on his head as he left, saying,
" Keep your father's spirit in you, my lad, and you'll
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I should like to have him as a page boy," said
Lady Helen, as they walked away. "What a sensi-
tive, refined little face it is!"
"Too good to be spoiled by house service," said
Mr. Graham. His mother is a superior young woman
with a very good education, and the Platts are highly
respected about here."
The children ran back to their playfellows consider-
ably sobered by their experience, and Teddy very
soon made his way home and told his mother all that
had befallen him.
"It's dreadful differcult to remember in time,
mother. I'm not a very good soldier, am I? Do
you think I ought to love old Farmer Green? If you
won't tell any one, I've been having a talk with Ipse,
-he's my enemy Mr. Upton told me about,-and he
-he hates Farmer Green; but I tell him the banner
is 'love,' and we must try to love him; and how can
I show him I love him, mother? "
I think you must wait a little, son. Don't do any-
thing just yet, but try and not have angry thoughts
about him. You know it was very naughty of you to
act so. I am not a bit surprised that he lost his tem-
per over it."
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MOTHER, grandmother, some soldiers are.coming
here! "
Teddy tore into the house one morning after school
with this announcement, and his face was radiant with
delight. His mother was laying the cloth for dinner,
and old Mrs. Platt was busy dishing up some potatoes.
"Who told you ?" asked the latter.
"I saw one-a real live soldier, a corporal with two
gold stripes on his red coat, and such white gloves-
and I went up to him and talked to him."
Certainly modesty is lacking with you," observed
Mrs. Platt, dryly.
Shyness is," said Mrs. John, rather quickly; but
he doesn't show forwardness as a rule."
Sam and Carrots and lots of the boys were with
me, mother. He told us that he and one or two more
had come on to get billets-that's the word-billets
for the regiment that was marching through on their
way to Wales; and we shall see them come marching
through the village in a few days. He said most of
them were going to put up in the town, but twenty
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were coming to the Hare and Hounds, and they're
going to sleep there. He's such a nice man, mother;
he's only going to sleep here to-night, and then he's
going on to-morrow to get some more billets ready
in the next town he comes to. Couldn't he come to
tea this afternoon? Do let me ask him, granny!"
Mrs. Platt laughed not ill-humoredly. You would
have us take in any scoundrel, provided he wore a red
coat, wouldn't you? "
"Soldiers are never scoundrels! asserted Teddy,
with hot indignation.
Do you know all the soldiers in the army, then ? "
said his grandmother.
"I dare say he wouldn't care to come to tea with
strangers, son," put in Mrs. John, gently.
"I'm sure he would, for he doesn't like the Hare
and Hounds. He said he was a teetotaler."
"Come, that sounds good," Mrs. Platt remarked.
"Well, you can ask him in for your father's sake."
Not much dinner could Teddy eat that day, and his
lessons at school had never seemed so irksome to him;
but they were over at last, and he tore off in search of
his new friend, finding him at length sitting under an
old yew-tree just outside the churchyard.
Granny says will you come to tea with us?" he
asked breathlessly as he came up to him.
The .corporal looked up. He was a fine-looking
young man with a frank, bright face, and he was read-
ing a well-worn Bible, which he put carefully in his
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"That's very kind of your granny," he said, "and
I'll come with pleasure. I'm out of it at the Hare and
Hounds."
Teddy's quick eyes had spied the Bible.
"Do you like the Bible? he asked gravely.
"It's my order-book," the corporal said, with a smile,
" and my best friend in the world."
What's an order-book? "
It gives you your daily commands-just what you
are to do and where you're to go. My Captain writes
my orders down in His Word for me."
He's my Captain too," said Teddy, with glistening
eyes. "You mean Jesus, don't you? I've enlisted in
His army and I'm one of His soldiers."
Shake hands, little brother, then; we're comrades,
after all."
"Are all soldiers in Jesus Christ's army?" asked
Teddy, as they walked away together.
The corporal shook his- head sadly. Hardly any
of them in my regiment," he said. "We're nearly
seven hundred strong, and only six men besides my-
self, as far as I can tell, belong to the Lord. A year
ago I was an awful blackguard myself. I drank dread-
fully and couldn't give the drink up, but that's all a
thing of the past. Since I have belonged to the Lord
He keeps me from it and many other bad habits. I'll
own I fairly dreaded coming to this bit of duty. The
sight and smell of the beer is very strong to a man that
has been such a slave to it, and I must be quartered
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You'll have to fight, like Mr. Upton told me to,
won't you? said Teddy. But if our Captain is with
us, Mr. Upton says, we sha'n't be beaten."
"No," said the corporal, a light coming into his
eyes; "we shall be more than conquerors."
Then, after a pause, he said, It's very considerate
of your granny to ask me to tea. I was just wishing
that something could be done in this village for the
men coming after me, like we had last year when we
marched through the country for the maneuvers.
They gave us a free tea at several of the places we
went through, and it kept so many from drinking.
There's a man corning along here who I'm terrible
anxious about. J/He's been an awful drunkard and is
quite an old soldier; but last New Year's day he
signed the pledge, and he's kept it ever since; he's just
on the point of being converted, I hope. We have
talks by the hour together, but if he's billeted in the
Hare and Hounds, or any other inn, for that matter,
I don't know what he'll do. There's nothing for them,
when they come in tired, but to sit in the bar-room
and drink. They can't get away from it."
Teddy's brow was knitted with deep thought.
I didn't know soldiers drank too much," he said.
" I thought they never did anything wrong."
The corporal smiled. "It isn't many that are of
your opinion," he said. Most folks put us down as
a bad lot."
SThat evening remained in his memory for long
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kitchen, with the happy family party gathered round
the table; the clumsy efforts of the reticent farmer to
make his guest feel at home, the short, pithy remarks
made by Mrs. Platt, and the gentle, soft-voiced young
mother, with the golden-haired boy continually asking
quaint questions about a soldier's life-all this came
back to him with a keen sense of pleasure in after-
years. He was only a young fellow, after all, and was
touched and gratified by the kindness shown to him,
for it made him think of his own mother in her village
home; and when he took his leave he could hardly
express his thanks.
Teddy had been allowed to sit up beyond his usual
bedtime, and as he put his little hand into the big
brown one of the young soldier he said, "Do you
mind telling me your name, corporal?"
"Walter Saxby," was the ready response.
"And what's the name of the poor old soldier who
signed the pledge on New Year's day? "
Tim Stokes; he's called Bouncer' by most on us."
"I shall remember," said Teddy; then, turning to
his mother and grandmother after Corporal Saxby had.
disappeared, he said solemnly, I may bring Bouncer
to tea, mayn't I, if I find him ? The corporal told me he
hadn't properly enlisted as Jesus' soldier, but he wants
to. Do you think Mr. Upton could get him to enlist
while he's here? Or could you, granny? P'r'aps he'd
do it for you."
"I don't know what that boy will come to," said
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" seems to me he has more the makings of a minister
in him than a soldier. I don't hold with children
being too religious; it's forced and unnatural."
He b'ain't too good to live," put in Jake, slowly;
"no youngster can beat him in play."
"I often wonder," Mrs. John said thoughtfully,
"whether he will be a soldier, after all; he is almost
too sensitive to lead the hard, rough life so many do.
I doubt if he could stand it."
"He's not wanting in pluck and manliness," Mrs.
Platt observed, for she always had a good word to say
for her little grandson when he was not present. I
found him this morning careering round the field on
that fresh young foal, without any saddle or bridle! I
gave him a sharp scolding, for it was kicking up its
hind legs like mad, but he only looked up in my face
and laughed. 'It's my charger, granny,' he says,
' and he smells the battle-field, that's why he's so ex-
cited! I'm sorry these soldiers are going to fill the
place; he thinks and talks quite enough of them as it
is. We sha'n't have a moment's peace now till they're
gone."
Teddy was up very early the next morning to see
his friend go off. He had another long conversation
with him before wishing him good-by, and then, with
thoughtful face, he went to school, revolving many
plans in his active little brain, and making innumera-
ble mistakes in his lessons in consequence. At t e-tLie
o'clock, when free at last, he made his way to the rectory
and asked for Mr. Upton, who greeted him very kindly.
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"Any more troubles to tell me?"
No, sir; but I want to tell you about the soldiers
who are coming."
I have heard about them. It will be a grand time
for you, won't it? "
Please, sir, could you have a tea-party for them ?"
Mr. Upton pushed up his glasses and looked very
bewildered.
A tea-party, did you say? "
Yes; the corporal said a clergyman gave one hun-
dred tea in a school-room last year, and spoke to them
after. The corporal said it would keep them from
drinking in the inns. He came to tea with us last
night, but granny won't have a lot of them, so I told
him I'd tell you about it."
It's rather an undertaking," said Mr. Upton, mus-
ingly, "but we might do something for them. When
are they to be here? "
In two or three days, the corporal said."
"I think I might manage it. I will go and see
Colonel Graham and find out if he will help."
I knew you would be able to do it," said Teddy,
beaming all over; "and p'r'aps, sir, you could tell
some of them how to enlist, like you did me. The
corporal said I ought to try to be a recruiting sergeant
for my Captain, but they wouldn't listen to me, I am
sure. I'm going to try to enlist Nancy. I haven't
t.-. d half hard enough. But she says she'll only
be a sailor for Jesus, not a soldier. Can she be that,
sir?"
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Mr. Upton smiled. "Yes, I think she can; sailors
have to keep watch, and learn their drill, and take
orders, and fight under their captain, just like soldiers."
And then Teddy went home and electrified his
mother by telling her, with an air of great importance,
Mr. Upton and I are going to give the soldiers a tea-
party when they come."
The days passed; Mr. Upton was as good as his
word. A large tea was provided in the village school-
room, Colonel and Mrs. Graham taking a hearty inter-
est in it; and when the soldiers came in, one hot, dusty
afternoon, everything was ready for them.
Teddy and others of the village children crowded
round the Hare and Hounds when they arrived, and
Nancy was in the foremost of the crowd.
I don't think much of soldiers," she said, her nose
tilted up in disdain. "They're very dirty men, and
..-covered with dust, and they've no band nor flags fly-
ing, nor nothing."
If Teddy was disappointed in the look of his heroes
he did not say so; but Sam remarked, "I expect
they've left the band and the flags in the town; they
are only the lot that they can't put up there."
Later in the afternoon Teddy made his way to the
old elm outside the Hare and Hounds, where several
of the men were resting on the wooden benches, some
with pots of beer, and round whom some of the ad-
miring villagers, had made a little circle.
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"Please, is Mr. Tim Stokes here?"
The soldiers laughed and bandied a few jokes on the
comrade alluded to.
"What do you want with him, youngster?"
"I want to speak to him."
"I guess you'll find him under one of the tables in
the tap-room; old Bouncer is pretty dry after a march
like we've had to-day."
There was a roar of laughter at this, but Teddy did
not understand the joke.
"I mustn't go inside the Hare and Hounds," he
said; "I promised mother I never would. Will you
fetch him out for me? "
And turning to a good-natured-looking young fel-
low, Teddy put his hand coaxingly on his arm. He
looked into the boy's fair face with a laugh and then
a sigh, and rising to his feet said, "All right, little
chap, I'll fetch him out to you."
He was gone some time, and Teddy improved his
opportunity by making friends with those around him.
It wasn't long before he had acquainted them with the
fact of his being a soldier's son, and from that he
drifted into telling the story of "father's button."
There was vociferous applause when he had finished.
Here, youngster," said one of the older men, hold-
ing but his pewter pot to him, "take a drink like a
Rn1in; you deserve it! "
"No, thank you," the boy said; "I never drink
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mustache already tinged with gray, came up to him,
Teddy turned to him in delight.
"Are you Bouncer?"
"That's what I'm called."
The man's face was an unhappy one, and he seemed
to be the butt of his comrades, for they poured forth
such a volley of good-natured ridicule on his appear-
ance that Teddy looked from one to the other in com-
plete mystification.
"Will you come and see my home?" the child
asked softly. Corporal Saxby told me he thought
you would like to come."
The man's face lightened. "Aye, that I will, if it
ain't fur off; my legs are that stiff and sore I don't
want much walking."
It isn't. very far." Then, as they moved off to-
gether, Teddy slipped his little hand confidingly into
the big one near him and continued, "Do you know
there's going to be a splendid tea for you all in our
school-room to-night? Have you heard?"
Aye; the parson was round an hour ago giving
out tickets. There's little to be done in a place like
this, and we're too tired to tramp into the town, so I
expect there'll be a tidy few."
The corporal came to tea at our house the other
night. He's a friend of yours, isn't he?"
"The best friend I've got," was the hearty answer.
"Aye, lad, there's few of his sort in the army; for
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I suppose," said Teddy, dreamily, that, after all,
the queen's army isn't so nice to be in as the army I
belong to? Does your captain help you when you're
in trouble?"
He helps us to pack drill, or C. B., or cells! re-
plied Tim Stokes, with grim humor.
This needed to be explained to Teddy, who went
on after it was made clear to him, "Ah! my Captain
always helps me. Mr. Upton says, when I do wicked
things and get beaten by the enemy, I must call out
to my Captain and He will come at once and help me."
I reckon I've heard tell of your Captain, then, for
that fellow Saxby is always dinning it into me; but I
can't come to religion nohow; I can't make head or
tail of it. I tell you, youngster, I've been having an
awful time lately, and I can't keep to it. I'm certain
sure the drink will do for me again. I can't keep away
from it much longer, and this march'll see the end of
my teetotal ways, I'm thinking."
And won't my Captain help you? "
I'm not a hand at prayers and psalm-singing."
"I wish you'd talk to Mr. Upton; he made me
enlist a short time ago, and I've been ever so much
happier since I did it."
They were walking across the field leading to the
farm, and as they came to the stile the soldier leaned
heavily on it. Turning his face full on the child, he
said determinedly, "I'm not a-goin' to talk to any
Mr. Upton or no one about it. I'd as lief hear you as
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that died ten year ago. 'Tim,' he said just afore he
went, 'Tim, will you meet me in heaven?' He was
the only one I ever loved, and I've lived a dog's life
since! "
His eyes were moist with feeling, and for a minute
Teddy looked at him silently in pitying wonder. Then
he said, Look here, Bouncer, this is what Mr. Upton
said to me. He told me Jesus had died for me, and
how dared I keep from being His soldier when He
loved me so? You know that, don't you?"
"Aye; so Saxby tells me; but it don't make no
difference."
No more it didn't to me," continued the boy,
eagerly, until I went to God and enlisted. I did it
quite by myself in the wood. You do it too, Bouncer;
you give yourself to God as His soldier, and He'll take
you and keep you."
"I've been too bad; it keeps me wakeful at nights,
the very thinking' of it! "
But won't God forgive you if you ask Him to?"
"Saxby says so, but I don't know. The fact is, a
soldier can't be a Christian in the army."
I don't believe you want to be one of God's sol-
diers," said Teddy, in a disappointed tone; you keep
making 'scuses! "
There was silence; then Tim Stokes heaved a heavy
sigh.
"I won't come no farther, youngster; I ain't in a
mind to-day to see company, but I'll be at the tea to-
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"0 Bouncer! do come," and Teddy's eyes filled
with tears. You promised you would. I do want
you to see mother and granny!"
But Tim wheeled round and strode off with some-
thing like a sob in his throat. Teddy had little idea
of the mighty conflict in his breast. The child's words
had awakened many memories, and Tim was at that
stage now when the powers of good and evil were
contending for his soul.
He don't believe I want it, for I keep making ex-
cuses! muttered the poor man. "Aye, I do; but I
haven't got over the longing to be different. I'd cut
off my right hand, I do believe, if I could be as Saxby
is. I can't bring myself up to the point, that's it! "
Meanwhile, poor little Teddy crept indoors with a
sad face to announce to his mother the failure of his
mission.
He was nearly here, mother, just the other side
of the hedge outside, and yet he turned back! "


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IT was a bright, cheery gathering a few hours later.
Mr. Upton had thrown his whole heart into the scheme,
and had been round with his tickets to a few outlying
inns, where more of the men were billeted, so that
there were altogether over forty redcoats assembled.
Mrs. John and two other neighbors were in charge of
the tea and coffee, and Teddy and Nancy, with one or
two other children, as a special favor, were allowed to
help to wait on the guests. The tables were decorated
with flowers. Meat-pies, cold beef, and ham sandwiches
disappeared in a marvelous manner, and the cakes and
bread and butter, with water-cress, were equally ap-
preciated. Toward the end of the meal several ladies
came forward and sang, and one or two part-songs
were also given by some of the guests staying at the
Hall.
"Now," said Colonel Graham, in his brisk, hearty
tones, before we have a few words from Mr. Upton
I should like to tell you how glad I am to see the red-
coats about me once more. I know your regiment
well, for my own, the Fourth Hussars, lay with it in
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Gibraltar ten years ago. I am sure you have all en-
joyed your tea, but perhaps you do not know who was
the instigator of the whole thing. We must thank Mr.
Upton for his untiring zeal and energy in making ar-
rangements; we must thank the ladies for trying to
make the evening pleasant by their songs; but we
must thank a little man here, I am given to under-
stand, for the proposal in the first instance."
And, to Teddy's intense surprise, the colonel swung
him up on the impromptu platform to receive a deafen-
ing round of applause.
He made a pretty picture as the light fell on his
golden curls and sparkling blue eyes; his cheeks were
flushed with excitement, but he bore himself bravely
and he held his head erect as he faced the crowded
room.
He will speak to you better than I can," the colo-
nel added, with a smile, "for I'm a poor speaker my-
self. I'm the old soldier here to-night, and my fight-
ing days are past; his are all in the future, and he
looks forward to wear the red coat with the rest of
you. I hope he'll bear as brave a part in the service
as his father did before him. Now, my boy, have you
anything to say? "
"It will turn his head," murmured Mrs. John to
herself, but her mother's heart swelled with pride as
his clear voice rang out:
"It wasn't I who thought about the tea; it was
Corporal Saxby [cheers]. I haven't anything to say,
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told it once to-day, but you weren't all there. May
I, sir? "
Certainly," was the colonel's amused reply.
Teddy had never had such an audience before in his
life, but he was quite equal to the occasion. Finger-
ing his button, he began in his usual impetuous fash-
ion. The very eagerness for his father's deed to be
honored prevented him from any feelings of self-con-
sciousness, and he carried his audience by storm.
The ladies were delighted and touched by it, and
Mrs. John quietly wiped some tears from her eyes.
And then Mr. Upton got up. His dreamy manner
in speaking was absent now, and he spoke straightly
and forcibly of the battle to be waged with sin.
Touching on their special difficulties and temptations,
he told them how absolutely impossible it was for
them to be, in their own strength, a match for the
devil with all the powers of evil at his back, and how
the same Saviour who died for them would keep them
and lead them on to certain victory if they would but
enlist in His service. Nothing 'could exceed the at-
tention' with which he was listened to, and the even-
ing ended by them rising to their feet and singing the
national anthem. Then a sergeant rose to propose a
vote of thanks, cheers were given, and all departed,
greatly pleased with their evening.
Teddy slipped up to Tim Stokes, on going out.
Shall I see you again? he asked.
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Oh, I shall come and see you off."
Tim lingered; then laying his hand heavily on the
boy's fair curls, he said, God bless you, little chap!
I've done it."
Teddy's eyes lit up at once. Have you-really
and truly?"
He nodded. My heart's full, and I can't speak of
it, but I was away near the woods there by myself be-
fore the tea, and it's all right with me. I only won-
der I didn't do it before. I wouldn't yield, that's the
fact. Don't forget" to pray for me, youngster."
And he dashed out after his comrades, as if ashamed
to show his emotion.
Teddy called his mother to him when in bed that
night.
"Mother, I will be a soldier; I'm certain sure I
will; but I'm very glad I can be one of God's soldiers
without waiting to grow up. And I think I shall be
a recruiting sergeant for God now; I'm sure He wants
lots more soldiers, doesn't He?"
Indeed He does, my boy. Now go to sleep; you
have had a very exciting day."
But the best of all is," said Teddy, sleepily, that
Bouncer has enlisted."
There was quite a crowd of villagers and children
the next morning round the Hare and Hounds. The
soldiers were drawn up outside, waiting for the ap-
proach of their regiment from the town to fall in and
march on with them. Teddy and Nancy were, of
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disdain of soldiers, was delighted to be in their vicin-
ity. Teddy could not get near his friend Bouncer,
but he received a friendly nod from him in the dis-
tance, and as for Bouncer's face, it was like sunshine
itself, a marked contrast to the day before. As the
band was heard approaching cheers were given to the
men now leaving, and a tall corporal, who had much
enjoyed his tea the night before, stooped to ask of
Nancy, who was standing close to him, "What's the
name of that curly-headed youngster who got us the
tea?"
Nancy looked up at him mischievously. The but-
ton-boy! That's what I call him, and I sha'n't never
call him anything else! "
Then the corporal's voice rang out clear and loud:
"Three cheers for the little button-boy! which
was taken up enthusiastically by the soldiers, and
Teddy hardly knew whether he was on his head or
heels from excitement and delight. But he had to
pay a penalty for his prominent position. From that
day the title of the "button-boy stuck to him, and
it became his nickname in the village by all who knew
him.
On came the regiment, with the colors flying and
the band playing in the most orthodox style, and
Teddy was bitterly disappointed when the warning
bell of school prevented him from marching along the
road with them.
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disgrace, for lessons were imperfectly learned and
said, and never had he found it so difficult to keep
their attention.
But if Teddy was inattentive and careless at school,
he was doubly troublesome at home, and for the next
few days his mother's fears were realized. The excite-
ment of all that had taken place seemed to have quite
turned his head for the time. He jumped on Kate
Brown's back (the hired girl) when she was carrying
two pails of milk to the dairy, and the contents of
both pails were spilled and wasted; he shut up a
fighting bantam cock and the stable cat into a barn,
and left them fighting furiously; he locked one of the
farm laborers in a hay-loft, and pulled away the lad-
der, so that he was not released for hours; and he
proved such an imp of mischief in the house that even
his mother meditated handing him over to his uncle
to be whipped.
At last it came to a climax in school. He brought
a lot of small frogs in a handkerchief, put some of
them in the master's desk, and amused himself at in-
tervals by slipping the others down the backs of the
boys seated in front of him. His corner was the most
unruly one in the room, and while waiting for another
class to come down he began one of his stories in a
whisper to a most interested audience:
I-went to see a goblin once that I heard of. He
lived in a tub on the sea-shore, and he lived by gob-
bling up schoolmasters and governesses. He used to
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and then begin at their toes and gobble them up till
he got to their heads; their heads he boiled in a
saucepan for soup. The boys and girls used to bring
their masters when they didn't-"
"Edward Platt! "
Never had the master's voice sounded so stern.
The frogs were discovered, and his wrath was not ap-
peased by seeing the cluster of heads round Teddy,
and catching a few words of the delicious story going
on.
Teddy started to his feet.
"Who put these frogs here?"
I did, sir." The answer was boldly given.
Come here! "
And amid the sudden hush that fell on all the boys,
Teddy walked up to the master's desk with hot cheeks
and bent head.
"Edward Platt, for the last three days you have
been incorrigible. I have kept you in and given you
extra tasks, but neither has had any effect; now I
shall have to do what I have never yet done to you.
Hold out your hand."
Teddy's head was raised instantly, and, holding him-
self erect, he bore unflinchingly the three or four
sharp strokes with the cane that the master thought
fit to give him.
"Now," said the master, "you can go home. I
will dispense with your attendance for the rest -of this
morning."
Teddy walked out without a word; he felt the dis-
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grace keenly, but it was the means of bringing him to
himself, and, rushing away to a secluded corner in a
field, he flung himself down on the ground and sobbed
as if his heart would break. Half an hour after his
uncle, happening to pass through that field, came
across him.
"Why, Ted, what be the matter?" he inquired as
he lifted him to his feet.
Teddy's tear-stained face and quivering lips touched
him so that he sat down on a log of wood near and
drew him between his knees.
"Are you feeling bad? are you hurt?" was the
next question; and then Teddy looked up, and in a
solemn voice asked, "What does the queen do when
her soldiers are beaten instead of getting a victory? "
I-I'm sure I don't know. I can't remember the
time when we was beaten. I reckon she's sorry for
them."
Doesn't she turn them out of her army? "
Why, noa! "
"What does God do when His soldiers leave off
fighting and knock under to their enemy?"
I reckon He's sorry too."
Dimly Jake Platt began to see the drift of the
child's questions. Teddy shook his curly head mourn-
fully. "I'm sure He'll have to turn soldiers out of
His army if they give up fighting, and let the banner
drag in the dust, and just let the enemy do what they
like with them. Why, I've done worse than that! "
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excitedly. "I've gone with the enemy, I've joined
Ipse, and that's being a deserter, and now I sha'n't
never, never be able to get back again! "
His uncle looked sorely puzzled.
"Why ain't you at school? What have you been
a-doin' ?"
Teddy told him all in a despairing tone, adding:
"I can't meet mother; I've been caned and-and
I've disgraced my button! "
Here his tears burst out afresh.
"Look here," said his uncle, slowly; I won't say
but what you've been a bad boy-your mother her-
self has been in sore trouble about you this last day
or two; but if we gets a fall in the mud it ain't much
good stopping there; the only thing is to pick our-
selves up agen, get ourselves cleaned, and then start
agen and walk more carefully. Can't you do that?"
"I'm a deserter," sobbed the boy; "my Captain
won't have me back. I've disgraced Him, I've dis-
graced my banner, I've disgraced my button! "
"Your Captain will pick you up, I'm thinking if
you ask Him. He'll clean you up fust-rate, and set
you on your legs agen."
Will He ? And hope once more began to dawn
in the dim blue eyes.
Of course He will. I b'ain't good at verses and
such like, but I do remember this one: 'Though your
sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.'
Won't that one fit you? "
Teddy did not answer. He stood looking up wist-
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fully into the blue sky as if unconscious of his uncle's
presence, and then he sighed. "I think I'd rather be
alone, Uncle Jake."
Jake left him without a word and went home to
prepare Mrs. John for what had happened.
She was much distressed, but, like a sensible woman,
took the right view of the case.
He wanted to be pulled up sharp. My poor boy!
is he much hurt?"
The caning was such a minor point of Teddy's grief
that Jake confessed to knowing nothing about it.
Mrs. Platt was inclined to be indignant with the
schoolmaster.
"Such a tiny little chap as he is, so full of feeling
and nerves-he hadn't ought to have done it."
Yet only that morning she had almost given him a
sound whipping herself for one of his mad pranks.
Shortly after Teddy crept in, and, shutting the
door behind him, put his back against it.
Mother, granny," he said, I've been an awful
boy at school this" morning, and I'm in disgrace; I've
been caned."
His tone was tragic, then he added slowly, "But
I'm very sorry, and I'm sorry I've been so naughty
at home, and I'm going to start again, because my
Captain has forgiven me."
And then Mrs. John did the wisest thing she could
do. She asked no questions, but got some warm
water and took him off to wash his-face and hands.
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frained from making much of it; and then, after put-
ting his curly head in order, she drew it to her shoulder,
and putting her arms round him, she said:
My son, mother is so glad her little boy feels his
naughtiness. She has been praying so much for him
to-day. And now tell me all about it."
















VIII


IN THE CLOVER FIELD

."PLEASE, Mrs. Platt, can I see Teddy?"
"I think he is out in the clover field. Don't you
be romping round with him now, for he's taken his
Sunday book out, and is as quiet as can be."
It was Nancy who was standing at the farm-house
door one lovely Sunday evening. Old Mrs. Platt was
the only one at home, and she motioned with her hand
where her little grandson would be found.
Nancy discovered him a few minutes later, lying full
length in the sweet-scented clover, an open book be-
fore him. When he raised his face to hers it wore his
most angelic look.
Hulloo! what have you come here for? he asked.
"To talk to you," and without more ado Nancy
squatted down beside him. "What are you doing?"
she went on, "and what's your Sunday book? "
"It's the 'Pilgrim's Progress.' I love it; don't
you? I haven't been reading it, though, for a long
time. I've been having a beautiful make-up."
Tell me," and Nancy's tone was eager.
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tance, and beyond and above them to the soft evening
sky, with its delicate, fleecy clouds flitting by and
taking every imaginable form and shape as they
did so.
The dreamy, far-away look came into his eyes as he
said slowly:
It's a Sunday make-believe, quite one to myself,
and I've never told it to any one. I can only tell it
to myself out of doors, when it's still and quiet, and
then I feel sometimes it's quite real! "
"Do tell me," pleaded Nancy, coaxingly.
Well, it's getting to heaven-after I'm got there,
you know."
Nancy's eyes grew big with awe.
Shall I tell you how I begin it? "
She nodded, and Teddy, turning over on his side,
brought forth another book-a New Testament.
Turning to an open page, he began to read with
great emphasis:
"' And he carried me away in the spirit to a great
and high mountain, and showed me that great city,
the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from
God.' "
"That's the Bible," said Nancy.
Yes; now listen. I'm lying here in this field; it's
very, very still. I hear a little rustle behind. I don't
look round, and then, flash! comes a beautiful white
angel. Now he's standing in front of me."
"What's he like?"
He's dressed in white shiny stuff, and he has very
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white feathery wings. His face is smiling. He has
eyes like mother's and hair like Sally White's."
Flaxen, mother says it is," put in Nancy.
"Yes; he stands quite still. Hush! hear him!
'Teddy, I've come to fetch you to heaven.' And then
I stand up; I listen hard, but I don't say anything.
He says, 'You haven't been altogether a good soldier,
but the Captain says He wants you. Come along.'
Then I get up, and sit myself between his wings, and
put myarms round his neck, and he begins to go up.
I see mother and granny and Uncle Jake, and I wave
my hand to them, and mother throws a kiss at me
and calls out, 'Give my love to father,' and away we
go, over our fields, and across the highroad, and over
Farmer Green's fields, and then we fly right to the
top of that mountain over there!"'
Do let me come too," said Nancy. "I want to
be on the angel's back with you."
P'r'aps you can follow behind on another angel;
I want mine all to myself. We get up to the top of
the mountain, then I stand down on the ground."
"And me too! put in Nancy.
"You mustn't keep stopping me; I can't feel it if
you do. I stand there, and I think at first I can't see
anything but a lot of little soft clouds, one above the
other, just like those over there; but the angel says,
'Put your foot on one of them, and then on the next
one; they're the steps to heaven.' "
Oh gasped Nancy, following it with keen real-
ity; "you'll tumble!"
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"I don't; it's like putting your foot in cotton-wool.
I go up; I have to go quite by myself, but the angel
comes behind to see I don't fall; and then he ,ays,
'Look up; don't you see the gates?' And then I
look and I see them-shining gold gates, very big,
and covered with jewels like Mrs. Graham wears on
her fingers. I go up and up, and then I'm there."
Is that all?"
"Why, that's just the beginning. I'm only outside.
The gates are shut, but when they see me coming two
more angels come and swing them wide open, and I'm
feeling rather frightened, but I walk in. There's a
long, wide street made like the gates, and I walk very
carefully for fear of slipping down; then I see a lot of
angels coming along with trumpets, and then they go
first and begin to play like the soldiers' band. I march
on to a very, very, very big door, and there on the
steps leading up stands my Captain."
Teddy paused. "I can't tell you what He's like,
but I feel what He's like myself. Such a loving, kind
face, and He puts His hand on my head and says,
'Well done, Teddy.' And then I take hold of His
hand and I think I cry."
Matter-of-fact Nancy sees with surprise that Teddy's
eyes are filling with tears at the thought.
He went on softly: I think He takes me up in His
arms then, because I'm very tired, and He carries me
into the most beautiful garden you ever saw in your
life, and He takes me to father, who is waiting there."
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Teddy does not speak; he is full of the meeting
with his father; and Nancy waits a little impatiently.
The garden is lovely," he said at last, drawing in
a breath of delight at the thought. "It's. always
sunny and warm, the grass is very soft and green, and
there's every flower in the world all bunched up to-
gether. The seats are made of roses, and if you want
to go to sleep the pillows are made up of violets; there's
a beautiful river, and trees along full of apples and
oranges and plums and pears; the banks are red-
they're made of strawberries."
"Oh," gasped Nancy, how lovely! "
"There are summer-houses, and little white boats
to row on the river, and gold harps hanging up on the
trees; and then I think-I hope-there are lots of dogs
running about; and then.you can ride all day on lions
and tigers and bears, and they won't bite you, but lick
your hands."
Go on; what else? "
Then we stand up and sing hymns when my Cap-
tain comes by, and we play on the harps and blow
the trumpets as much as ever we like. I think my
Captain sometimes comes and sits down.and talks to
us and tells us stories."
There was silence; then Nancy said, Is that all? "
"That's enough for you," said Teddy, a little con-
descendingly. I think and make believe a lot mor.e."
I want to go to heaven," Nancy said thoughtfully.
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I'm not going to be a soldier," said Nancy, quickly.
e Well, you'll never get to heaven if you don't fight
for our Captain now. He won't let you inside the
gates unless you belong to Him. Girls can fight just
as much as boys."
"Of course they can. I can fight as well as you,
button-boy! "
"Why don't you fight your enemy, then?"
"What enemy ? '
My enemy is called Ipse. He's a dreadful trouble
to me. You've got yours-the thing inside you that
makes you want to do naughty things; you've got to
fight it and do the good things instead. I've had two
fights with Ipse to-day."
Have you? Do tell me."
You mustn't tell any one, then. It was in church
this morning. There was an old woman in front of
me, and she'd untied her bonnet, and the ribbons fell
over in our pew. She went fast asleep in the .ermon,
and nodded her head back till it almost tumbled off
her head, and Ipse thought if I would put out my
hand and just give a tiny, weeny pull at the ribbon,
it wood come right off! "
Nancy clapped her hands. "Why didn't you?
What fun! "
I wanted to let Ipse have his way dreadful, but I-
remembered I must fight him, and I did. I asked my
Captain to help me, and then I put both my hands in
my pockets and screwed upmy eyes tight. But I was
glad when she woke up arid tied her bonnet up again."
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"That was much gooder than I could have been.
What's the other fight you had?"
Uncle Jake brought some fresh honey from the
hives, and he put it on a plate in the window in the
kitchen. He said when he went out of the room,
'Don't touch that, Teddy.' So I was waiting for
mother to come to church with me, and I went up
and looked at it. Ipse said to me, 'Just put one fin-
ger in it,' and I had to fight him very hard over that,
but I ran away out of the room."
"And do you always fight him hard? "
"No; I often forget till it's too late. Mother said
I must ask my Captain to make me remember. I do
ask Him a lot to help me."
I don't think I like that sort of fighting."
Nancy, I wish you'd give yourself to God as His
soldier."
Teddy turned round earnestly as he spoke.
I think," said Nancy, slowly, I like to be naughty
best." Then she added with quick change of tone,
"My father is coming home soon, and he'll come to
see us here. Then you'll see what a grand sailor he
is. He is much grander than your father was."
"My father was an officer," said Teddy, proudly.
"So's my father; he is a first-class petty officer,"
and Nancy brought out the words slowly and with
much emphasis.
My father was a non-commissioned officer," said
Teddy, determined not to be beaten; "he was a full
sergeant,"
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"My father gives orders to all the sailors, and they
have to do what he tells them."
"So did my father, and he led the soldiers through
a battle."
"My father will fight in twenty battles before he
dies, and yours only fought in one."
"My father is in heaven, and that's the grandest
place to be in."
Coming to this climax was too much for Nancy, and
the thoughts of that place of which they had been
having so much talk subdued their rising ire.
Teddy said reproachfully, after a minute's silence,
" Ipse was nearly getting angry with you then. You're
such a dreadful girl for making me quarrel with
you."
"You won't let me say my father is as good as
yours," protested Nancy.
He isn't better. Yes-don't get angry, Nancy;
let's say they're just the same."
And with this admission Nancy was for the time
pacified.
Before they parted she looked at her little compan-
ion with solemn eyes.
I won't promise, but I'll think about belonging to
the Captain. I should like to go to heaven."
It was one day soon after this that Teddy was stray-
ing over the fields in his happy, careless fashion; fond
as he was of games with the village boys, there were
often times when he liked his own society best, and
he wandered on, talking to himself and gathering
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grasses and wild flowers as he went. His quick eyes
soon noted some sheep making their way thr:tLou a
gap in the hedge, and from thence they were going
through an open gate into the highroad.
"Those are Farmer Green's sheep," quoth he to
himself. I'm glad of it-horrid old man he is. No,
Ipse, be quiet; that isn't the way to think of him.
I'll go and drive them back again! "
And he trotted off with this intention; but it is
much more difficult to get sheep into their rightful
place than out of it, and this Teddy found to his cost.
His face was hot and red, his voice hoarse with shout-
ing, and then, to his consternation, Farmer Green ap-
peared on the scene.
"You young vagabond!" he shouted, springing
toward him, a thick stick in hand, "leave my sheep
alone. How dare you come on my premises? You're
always after some fresh trick or other."
Teddy stood still till he came up to him, then looked
up frankly at him.
Indeed, sir, I was trying to drive them back
through their hole again. Look, that's where they
broke through."
"A likely story! Much more probable you made
the hole yourself."
Teddy's blood rushed into his face. I never tell
a lie! he cried, "and you're a-"
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Now, may I ask what the end of that speech was
going to be? he said grimly.
Teddy looked up. Ipse was going to say you
were a liar yourself, but I just stopped him in time."
I shall believe you have a bee in your bonnet, as
some folks say," said the farmer; "pray, if the sheep
came out of their proper field, what business was that
of yours?"
"I wanted to be good to you. I'm sorry I tied
you up that day-dreadful sorry; and I've got to love
you, so I thought it would be a good plan to send
your sheep back again."
"You've got to love me! repeated the farmer,
opening his eyes in mock surprise; and when did I
ask for any of your love, young fellow?"
"I don't suppose you want me to," observed
Teddy, cheerfully, as he saw that the stick, instead of
being brandished over his head, was now safely rest-
ing on the ground, "but I've got to do it, you see,
because my banner I'm holding for my Captain is
love, and I must love everybody."
The farmer did not answer. Teddy continued ear-
nestly:
"Do you think you could manage to forgive me?
and let us shake hands. It would make it easier for
me to love you if you could."
There was such honesty of purpose in the blue eyes
raised to his, such wistful curves to the sensitive little
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Come into the house with me," he said, "and I'll
see what the missis has to say to you."
Teddy followed him without the slightest misgiving,
and he was led into the farm-house kitchen, where
Mrs. Green sat knitting over the fire, and one of her
daughters was laying the cloth for tea.
"Mary Ann, here's the scamp of the village come
to see you; keep him here till I come back; I'm after
some stray sheep." And shutting the door with a
bang, the farmer disappeared.
Teddy shook hands with the old lady and the young
.one, and then seated himself in the big chair opposite
Mrs. Green.
"What have you been doing? the latter inquired.
"How is it your mother can't keep you out of mis-
chief? "
I haven't been in mischief, really I haven't," and
poor Teddy felt the truth of the saying, Give a dog
a bad name and hang him."
He tried to tell his story, and then, when that did
not seem to be understood, he deftly changed the
subject.
What does Farmer Green like best in the world? "
he asked.
This astonishing question struck Mrs. Green dumb,
but her daughter Natty laughed.
"Gooseberry pudding! she said. "Now then,
what's the next question?"
But Teddy was silent, and not another word did he
say till the farmer came in again.
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