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 Half Title
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Table of Contents
 A happy thought
 The giving spirit
 The great expedition
 The result
 Back Matter
 Back Cover
 Spine






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    Front Matter
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    Half Title
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    Frontispiece
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    Title Page
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    Dedication
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    Table of Contents
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    A happy thought
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    The giving spirit
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    The great expedition
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How the Children


Raised the Wind.



BY

EDNA LYALL,
Author of "Donovan," We Two," In the Golden Days,"
"Knight-Errant," "A Hardy Norseman," "To Right
the Wrong," "Doreen," &o., Eo.


NEW ILLUSTRATED EDITION,




My prayers and aims, imperfect and defiled,
Were but the feeble efforts of a child;
Howe'er performed, it was their brightest part
That they proceeded from a grateful heart."
COWPER.
Cowanm.



London:
James Clarke & Co., 13 & 14, Fleet Street.

1897.





























TO MY FRIEND,

J. M. E.,

A LOTER OF CHILDREN.



















CONTENTS.


CHAP. PAGE
I.-A Happy Thought ... ... 9
II.-The Giving Spirit ... ... 21
III.-The Great Expedition ... 33
IV.-The Result ... ... ... 5


















CHAPTER I.

A HAPPY THOUGHT.























He that of greatest works is finisher,
Oft does them by the weakest minister.
SHAKSPERE.












A HAPPY THOUGHT.


A LITTLE gleam of light shone
through the picture of a Nor-
wegian fjord which was fas-
tened on to the gas-globe in
the night nursery. The room
had never been left in total
darkness since an evening,
now five years ago, when
Fay's pleading little voice
had remonstrated against that
"grown-up people's" theory
that there was nothing dread-
ful in the dark.
Oh, mother," said the four-
year-old mite," don't turn out
the gas. You know God said
'Let there be light !'"
So ever since then that
comforting gleam had been







12 HOW THE CHILDREN
permitted to remain, and it
revealed now two childish
faces, with eager brown eyes,
two tangled heads of light
hair, and two deserted pil-
lows, for both Fay and Mow-
gli sat bolt upright in their
small beds, with their knees
up to their chins, and their
arms clasped round them,
like a couple of meditative
Indians.
Mowgli had really been
called after one of the great-
est of modern saints and
theologians, but his devotion
to the boy carried off by the
monkeys in Rudyard Kip-
ling's "Jungle Book" had
won for him the title which
at present suited him far
better than his Christian
name.
A weighty subject was
under discussion. Generally







RAISED THE WIND. 13
the children were too sleepy
to talk, but to-night they had
heard a subject mentioned
downstairs which had inter-
ested and puzzled them.
"I can't think why daddy
says he must raise the wind
somehow. What good would
that do to the new church ?
'Twould be more likely to
knock it down-like that
wind last year, you know,
that blew down people's
chimneys."
Oh, you stupid!" said Fay,
with the superior wisdom of
nine years old contemplating
"only seven." "Why, of
course, Daddy meant getting
the money to pay for the
building; it's a sort of-of
parable, I suppose."
"Parables is only in the
Bible," said Mowgli, stoutly.
"No, they're not ; why,







14 HOW THE CHILDREN
there's 'Parables from Na-
ture' up there in the book-
case," said Fay. Then, mu-
singly : Don't you see,
Mowgli, it's something like
this. The Church is like an
ark-it says so in the Prayer-
book,I think-and the money
that builds it is like the wind
that helps it along by puffing
out the sails."
Don't believe the Ark had
any sails," said Mowgli the
sceptical. They never do in
the toy-shops."
"Oh well, it doesn't mat-
ter," said Fay, resignedly ;
"but I know 'wind' means
money."
I say, how awfully jolly it
would be if we could get
some money," said Mowgli.
" Nurse says father is worried
to death about its coming in
so slowly."







RAISED THE WIND. 15


"Mother says he can't bear
beginning with a debt on it,"
said Fay; and he won't
have a bazaar 'cos he says
they are bad things, and that
people could give in better
ways if only they would."
He won't let us even have
collecting cards," groaned
Mowgli. "I should awfully
like to go about begging; it
must be such jolly fun."
Daddy says it makes prigs
of children," sighed Fay. "I
don't know quite what that
means. I think prigging
means taking what isn't
yours."
"No, it doesn't," said Mow
gli. "It means being stuck-up
and cocky."
"Well, we're too naughty
to be that," said Fay, truth-
fully. "We're not a bit like the
good children in books. We







16 HOW THE CHILDREN
always forget and quarrel just
when we particularly mean
to be like them. Or nurse
startles me with one of those
dreadfully sudden questions,
and I say what's not true.
The children in books never
do tell lies, however much
people take them by sur-
prise and try to trip them
up.
P'raps they did really,
only they skip that part in
the stories. Surely we could
earn money somehow."
"If there was any way
that rather naughty children
could help," said Fay, plain-
tively.
There was a silence. The
cuckoo clock struck eight.
Far away in the distance
they heard the Town Band
playing "You should see
me dance the polka." Fay's







RAISED THE WIND. 17
feet twitched. She longed
to be dancing.
Suddenly she clapped her
hands joyfully, with the
ecstasy of one who has
made some delightful dis-
covery.
"Mowgli!" she cried, "I
know what we can do !"
What ? said Mowgli,
his eyes twinkling with the
delight of happy anticipa-
tion and keen curiosity.
"Why, we will go round
the town like the band!
You shall take the organ-
ette that Miss Gascoigne
gave us, and I will take
my tambourine. I did learn
the cachuca, you know,
and I can do the shawl
dance, too. Oh, Mowgli!
even rather naughty children
could help to raise the wind
like that "







18 HOW THE CHILDREN
"But how should we collect
the money ? said Mowgli.
"Could we go round like the
wife of the Punch and Judy
men with a bag ? "
"That would seem rather
like the collecting cards," said
Fay, thoughtfully.
Well, then, let's take
dear old Poodle," said Mow-
gli. Oh it would be jolly.
We'd fasten my money-box
round his neck and label
him very big, FOR THE NEW
CHURCH."
"Miss Fay and Master
Mowgli, how can you be so
naughty as to lie there talk-
ing," said nurse, peremp-
torily.
And both culprits were
feeling guilty and uncom-
fortable when the cheering
sound of daddy's steps on the
staircase raised their droop-







RAISED THE WIND. 19
ing spirits. The parson was
a noted cricketer and athlete,
and still had a way of spring-
ing downstairs three steps
at a time. The sound had
music in it to Mowgli,
who boldly called "Father!
Father in his most pene-
trating voice. Then he hunt-
ed round swiftly for an ex-
cuse for the call.
"Daddy he said, confi-
dentially, "Fay and I've been
talking. I want to know
what being in debt means
ezackly."
It means getting workers
to let you have things and
then using the things before
you have paid for them."
"Is it wrong to be in
debt ?" asked Fay.
"Yes," said the parson,
with a sigh; it is wrong."
"Not wrong for such a good







20 HOW THE CHILDREN, ETC.
thing as a church, though,
daddy ?"
Yes, dear. Wrong is
wrong, whoever does it and
whatever the good intention
may be. We had hoped people
would give more readily, but
English Churchmen have yet
to learn how to give. There,
go to sleep, you monkeys, and
don't worry your brains at
this time of night."
Oh, daddy, just onie
minute," pleaded Fay. "Have
you asked old Mr. Britton ?
Nurse says he is very, very
rich."
No," said the parson, with
a smile. He is very rich
and does many kind things,
but he does not even belong
to our church. I have no
right to ask him to give."



















CHAPTER II:
THE GIVING SPIRIT.





















Think not rashly, that because
Modern life is smooth and fine,
'Tis not subject to the laws
Of the Master's high design !-
That we less require endurance
Than in days of coarser plan,-
That we less demand assurance
Of the Godhead hid in man !
HOUGHTON.













THE GIVING SPIRIT.


A SMILE still hovered about
his face as he went down to
his wife.
What do you think Fay's
last idea is ? he said. She
thinks Mr. Britton is so very,
very rich, and wanted me to
ask him to help with the
new church."
Fay's mother laughed.
For it was well known that
old Mr. Britton had a special
detestation of all clergymen,
and he had been born and
bred a Unitarian. The parson
would never have thought of
applying to him, though he
was not without a certain
admiration for the sturdy old







24 HOW THE CHILDREN
gentleman, and knew how
kind he often was to needy
people. Still there was un-
doubtedly something awe-
inspiring in the tall, portly
figure, in the keen, piercing
eyes, shaggy eyebrows and
fierce, grey moustache, which
gave a show of reason to the
opinion that was current in
Rickworth. His fellow towns-
people regarded old Mr. Brit-
ton as a formidable and difi-
cult man to deal with; they
said that the least opposition
made him set his face like a
flint; that his denunciations
could be terrible, his criticism
scathing in its severity. He
had lived all his life in the
place, but had always been
accounted a sort of Ishmael-
ite.
So the parson only smiled
over Fay's idea, and soon the







RAISED THE WIND. 25
careworn look returned to his
face, and once more he began
to rack his brains over those
appalling figures which for
the past year had been his
torment.
They had not rashly set
about building this new
church. Rickworth was a
rapidly-growing place, and
only the previous Sunday
many had been turned away
from the church door, and
people had filled both the
vestry and the porch. More-
over, the old church, besides
being too small, was no longer
really safe; it was beginning
to fall about their ears. Large
bits of plaster dropped from
the roof; the windows were
so crazy that on stormy days
one trembled lest they should
be blown in, and when it
rained there was a large pud-







26 HOW THE CHILDREN
die in the neighbourhood of
the pulpit. "Soon we'll have.
to keep our umbrellas up in
church," the children would
observe, and, to tell the truth,
they rather looked forward
to a sight that would be at
once so novel and so amusing.
"But," said the visitors who
at certain times flocked to
Rickworth, which was a well-
known health resort, "there
is no poverty here! Rick-
worth must be a rich place;
you will easily raise the
money."
Ah sighed the inhabit-
ants, Rickworth is such an
expensive place to live in,
the rents are outrageous, and
the rates a grievous burden,
and even food costs more
than in other places."
So, to use a homely saying,
the new church fell between








RAISED THE WIND. 27
two stools. The visitors gave
nothing, the inhabitants gave
sparingly.
The parson began wearily
to think whether it would
be wronging his wife and
children to wring fresh sub-
scriptions from their own
small income; andhe prowled
round his book-cases and
wondered which of his well-
beloved books would fetch a
really good price at Westell's.
Alas he knew well enough
that there was scarcely a
thing in the house which
would bring in any money.
None of his people had in-
dulged themselves in former
times, there was no valuable
old china, there was not a
single good picture, and the
Chippendale furniture of his
grandparents had gone to
another branch of the family.







28 HOW THE CHILDREN
All the time the sore disap-
pointment, the sting of the
thing, lay in his perfectly clear
consciousness that if Church
of England people had been
accustomed-as Nonconform-
ists are accustomed-to sup-
port their own places of
worship, the money would
quickly have been raised.
How were they to learn one
and all to give freely ? How
was the giving spirit to be
cultivated in them ? A dozen,
perhaps, had come forward
well and promptly, giving
what they could, and giving
it with a good will. But the
bulk of the people were hard
to move, seeming to consider
it quite their due to find a
large and comfortable church
planted within easy reach of
their homes, and, of course,
intending to drop their weekly







RAISED THE WIND. 29
shilling into the offertory bag
when once they were inside
the new building. Was it
reasonable to expect more of
them?
Meanwhile the children's
plan gradually developed it-
self. "Mother," said Fay,
coaxingly, "Mowgli and I
have a secret; you don't mind,
do you ? "
There were many secrets in
the autumn months, and they
generally had to do with
Christmas presents.
"I never mind your having
a secret if you are sure it is
a right one," said mother.
Oh, this is quite right,
mother," they both protested.
"It'll be the best we have
ever done. It's something
for daddy. You'll give us
leave ? And nurse mustn't
know, either."







30 HOW THE CHILDREN
Yes, I give you leave,"
said mother, unsuspectingly.
"Mowgli," said Fay, as
they walked that morn-
ing in the public gardens,
where the visitors usually
resorted for their constitu-
tional, "we must manage to
come here somehow; it is
here we should make most
money."
"And to-day we must cut
out the big letters from all
the advertisements and stick
them on to the card for
Poodle," said Mowgli.
"I say, Mowgli! Such a
capital thought's struck me,"
cried Fay, pointing to a blind
man who was reading aloud
from a Moon-type Bible.
" Look there On the board
round his neck he has
'PITY THE POOR BLIND !'
And we must make one for







RAISED THE WIND. 31
Poodle with 'PITY THE POOR
CHURCH !'"
Mowgli wriggled with de-
light and laughed aloud in
his glee.
"Fay, you're a brick !" he
said. That'll be first-rate
P'raps we shall get quite a
lot of pennies."





















CHAPTER III.

THE GREAT EXPEDITION.














O


















Give us, amid earth's weary moil
And wealth, for which men cark and
care,
'Mid fortune's pride and need's wild toil,
And broken hearts in purple rare,-
Give us Thy grace to rise above
The glare of this world's smelting
fires!
Let God's great love put out the love
Of gold and gain and low desires!
MDs. AEXAiDEnB.












THE GREAT EXPEDITION.
IT happened that the parson
and his wife were obliged to
go up to London the next
week to attend the wedding
of an old friend. Fay and
Mowgli were therefore left
to their own devices, for the
four elder children were at
various schools, and the
Christmas holidays had not
yet begun.
Fortune favoured them, for
nurse, having given them
strict injunctions to be good
children, went forth as soon
as dinner was over to see her
sick mother, who lived three
miles from Rickworth; and
the housemaid having pro-







36 HOW THE CHILDREN
mised to give them their tea
at five o'clock, left them, as
she fondly imagined, playing
at one of their usual games
of dressing-up."
Clearly the hour had come
for their great effort to raise
the wind.
The acting-box, as it was
called, a delightful collection
of old clothes which had seen
much service in charades, was
dragged out from its corner,
and Fay hastily donned a
short red skirt, a black vel-
vet body, a gorgeous Roman
sash, and a tiny red toque
fringed with the remains of
an Algierian coin necklace.
Then she turned her atten-
tion to Mowgli, remorselessly
thrust him into his last year's
velveteen Patience" suit,
which was very tight in the
back, and with the help of







RAISED THE WITD. 37
red scarves, and a round vel-
vet pork-pie hat of ancient
lineage, transformed him into
a Toreador.
"You are splendid!" she
pronounced, regarding him
with pride.
Hurry up !" said Mowgli,
writhing a little in his tight
jacket. "Now for Poodle.
Here's the box to hang under
his chin, and we'll tie the
board on to the top of his
collar, so, then every one can
read it when he runs round
collecting."
I'll put the key of the box
in my pocket," said Fay, who
was breathless with excite-
ment. Now for the organ-
ette. We'll fix on the Cachuca
to begin with, and we'll take
ten other tunes, that will be
plenty."
The organette measured







38 HOW THE CHILDREN
a foot and a-half square.
Mowgli hoisted it up vali-
antly in his arms and carried
it like a baby ; Fay with her
tambourine, her bell-fringed
shawl, and the extra tunes,
boldly led the way to the
front door, and the next mo-
ment the two little minstrels
were in the street with Poodle
as a rear-guard.
Fay shivered with excite-
ment, Mowgli hurried on,
panting more and more as
they proceeded.
"It -it's-jolly-heav--y! '
he gasped, toiling along under
his burden.
"Give it to me," said Fay,
holding out her tiny arms-
her "broomsticks," as the
boys irreverently called them.
Oh, I can carry that eas-
ily," she protested. But some-
how the organette grew dis-







RAISED THE WIND.


tinctly heavier as they went
further, and Mowgli, being a
gentleman, soon had to proffer
his help.
At last the public gardens
were reached, and choosing a
good position near the en-
trance, and within sight of
the blind man, they joyfully
set down their burden, and
as soon as they had recovered
their breath opened the cam-
paign with a spirited render-
ing of the Cachuca.
The novelty of the thing
soon attracted a small crowd
of visitors. Rheumatic old
people in bath-chairs ordered
their men to stop, and peered
through their spectacles at
this strange sight. Then
when Fay was tired out she
took her turn at the organ-
ette; and Mowgli, with the
particularly courteous bow







40 HOW THE CHILDREN
which was exactly like his
grandfather's, and which in-
variably won golden opinions,
led round the modest and
retiring Poodle, who, left to
himself, was not at all a good
beggar, but seemed to have a
poor opinion as to the giving
powers of the crowd.
Every one laughed when
they read the appeal fastened
to his collar, and there was
not a soul that could resist
the eager face and the hope-
ful eyes of the small Toreador,
who said nothing unless
directly questioned, and
whose beaming smile, and
courtly old-world bow, had a
magical way of converting
copper into silver and silver
into gold.
However, at last the pro=
menaders left the gardens, for
the wintry days were short







RAISED THE WIND. 41
and cold. Then the children
decided that the time had
come for the big houses.
"Suppose we were to go to
Mr. Britton's," said Mowgli
the valiant.
"Well, I don't know," said
Fay, dubiously. Nurse said
yesterday he was a hard man
and a terrible radical. I don't
know quite what a radical is.
Father says it's some one that
goes to the very root of the
evil, and tries to tear it up.
If he went hunting for our
faults I shouldn't like it."
He wouldn't have time
to find them," said Mowgli.
" We would just play outside,
and p'raps he'd throw us some
money. Besides, if nurse says
he's hard, daddy said he was
kind."
"Well, let's go first and
play outside Miss Gascoigne's,







42 HOW THE CHILDREN
because we know she's sure
to be good to us," argued
Fay.
"No, let's do the worst
first. It's better to eat the
bread and save the jam than
to have the dry bread left for
the end," said Mowgli, who,
in his way, was a philosopher.
Fay saw that there was
truth in this view, so she
raised no more objections,
and the two little minstrels
bravely trudged on their way
till they reached Ford House,
the lonely home of old Mr.
Britton.
By this time the sun was
setting, and the November air
had grown icy cold. Fay
shivered as she rested, and
Mowgli valiantly played
"Dream Faces." But no one
came to the window, and it
seemed useless to dance when







RAISED THE WIND. 43
there was not a single spec-
tator.
"Play the 'Last Rose of
Summer,' said Fay. "P'raps
he doesn't like new-fashioned
tunes."
And the Toreador changed
the tune and turned desper-
ately, though his arm ached
in every fibre, and he was
obliged to go down on all
fours in the drive in order to
get power enough to endure
any longer.
A joyous exclamation from
Fay came to cheer his failing
heart.
"There he is, standing in
the window! He likes the
old tunes Oh, Mowgli play
well, keep on! I'll lead up
Poodle so that he can see the
card."
Mr. Britton, though, like
Barzillai, a very aged man of







44 HOW THE CHILDREN
four-score years, had the eyes
of a hawk, and needed no
spectacles to read the appeal.
PITY THE POOR CHURCH!"
he exclaimed, with a chuckle.
" Pity the poor children in
the cold, I think."
And, to Fay's great chagrin,
he promptly turned from the
window. She was ready to
cry with disappointment, but
in a minute the front door
was opened, and there stood
the stately old gentleman
beckoning to them. They
hurried forward with hope
in their hearts.
"Come in, my dears," he
said. "You seem rather thinly
clothed for a winter's day.
Who sent you out?"
"We came by ourselves,"
said Fay, with an uneasy re-
collection that she was talk-
ing to a radical who went







RAISED THE WIND. 45
straight to the root of evils.
"It was our secret. But
mother allowed us to have a
secret because we told her it
was a good one, and specially
for daddy."
"What church is it that
your dog appeals for ?"
"The new church in the
London Road. The old one
is falling to bits. Daddy
says he must raise the wind
somehow, and we are doing
this to help him, and to be a
great surprise."
Well, come in, and let me
see the performance," said
the old gentleman, his eyes
twinkling with amusement
as he looked at the small
minstrels. "That instrument
seems heavy. Have you
carried it far ?"
"From our house in Dag-
mar Terrace to the Public







46 HOW THE CHILDREN
Gardens, and then here,"
said Fay; but we take
turns."
They had followed their
host into a cheerful library;
he turned on the electric light
and bade them come and get
warm by the fire.
Mowgli set down the
organette with a great puff
of relief.
"You remind me of an old
horse of ours," said Mr. Brit-
ton, who had to carry a very
stout lady; and when she
dismounted he always said
' Humph!' like that, he was
so glad to get rid of his
burden."
The children laughed with
delight at his story, and old
Mr. Britton tested the weight
of the organette, and mut-
tered something to himself.
It sounded like: "There's







RAISED THE WIND. 47
grit in them if they can toil
along with that !"
But as neither of the chil-
dren knew what "grit" was
they were none the wiser.
"Shall we play to you?"
asked Mowgli.
"I can dance you the shawl
dance," said Fay, "if you
would care for it."
Mr. Britton wished to see
and hear the whole perform-
ance; and Rickworth would
have been greatly astonished
could it have seen the smile
on the old man's face as he
leant back in his arm-chair
watching the fairy-like little
girl as she glided through the
graceful shawl dance, with
all its complicated evolutions,
and the twinkle of keen
amusement which lighted up
his eyes when he turned to
the vigorous organette player,







48 HOW THE CHILDREN
who, with an air of dauntless
resolution, manfully turned
away at his handle till he grew
crimson with the exertion.
Presently a servant ap-
peared with a tea-tray.
"Bring in two more cups,"
said Mr. Britton, and some
cakes. And tell James I
want the carriage in twenty
minutes."
There was an ominous
sound as of a splitting seam
when Mowgli hastily rose to
his feet after playing to the
end of the last tune.
"Oh, dear it's your jacket!
What shall we do ? It was
dreadfully tight, and you've
split it now. We can't go
round with you in rags,"
said Fay, looking much per-
turbed.
"It is getting too dark for
you to do any more to-night,"







RAISED THE WIND. 49
said old Mr. Britton. Stay
and have tea with me, and
then I will see you safely
home when I go out. Now let
me give Poodle my contribu-
tion."
But the money-box would
not easily receive the note
which old Mr. Britton tried
hurriedly to slip into it.
Let me help," said Fay.
"Why," she cried, breath-
lessly, "it's-it's a 5 note!
Oh, how good you are "
And with one consent both
children launched themselves
upon him, and kissed and
hugged him as though they
were quite old friends. He was
touched and pleased by their
delighted gratitude. It was
not always that his kindly
deeds received any warm
response e.
"IHo, ho! he said, laughing.







50 HOW THE CHILDREN
"So you know a banknote
when you see it ? "
"Why, yes," said Mowgli;
"there's that poem, you know,
about the boy who went to
change one for his father and
loitered and chattered near a
greengrocer's who kept a
goat-
"When what was his horror to see the
rude goat
In munching the green-stuff eat up his
banknote."
This made Mr. Britton
laugh, though whether at the
poem or at the emphatic way
in which Mowgli declaimed
the closing lines, it would be
hard to say.
They chattered to him fast
during tea, and he learnt that
"Mowgli's" real name was
Maurice, and that Fay was
short for Felicia; that they







RAISED THE WIND. 51
had come first to his house
because they felt rather
afraid of him, but that they
were not at all afraid now,
and never would be again;
that nurse had rather fright-
ened them by saying he was
a terrible Radical.
"But," proclaimed Mowgli,
"we see now that you dig
out the roots of the evil to
plant in the good. And it's
awfully good of you to help
us to fight the debt and build
the church."
Old Mr. Britton quietly
turned the subject, and kept
the two well plied with cakes
and tea until the carriage was
announced.
Then, donning a huge In-
verness, he gave his arm to
Fay in the most courtly
fashion, and put her into the
carriage, taking the place be-







52 HOW THE CHILDREN, ETC.
side her. Mowgli and Poodle
were ensconced on the back
seat, and the servant stowed
the organette safely between
them.
"How lovely and springy
it is! said Mowgli, gleefully.
Fay only looked radiantly
happy, and when they reached
the house thankedMr. Britton
for bringing them home in
her pretty, soft little voice.



















CHAPTER IV.

THE RESULT.
























Children are God's apostles, day by day
Sent forth to preach of love and hope
and peace.
LOWELL.













THE RESULT.


THERE was a curious stir
and bustle in the house when
they opened the door and
triumphantly set down the
organette in the hall.
"You are sure they are not
in the garden? they heard
mother's voice saying anxi-
ously.
Here we are, mother! "
cried Mowgli at the top of
his voice. Oh we've had
such a splendid time "
The good news that the
children were found soon
spread. Daddy came hurry-
ing in from the garden, and
the housemaid from the bed-
rooms, where she had been







56 HOW THE CHILDREN
searching in every nook and
cranny, feeling convinced that
they were only hiding to play
her a trick.
"We've been dancing and
playing the organette in the
public gardens exclaimed
Mowgli.
"My dear children! ex-
claimed mother, in horrified
accents.
Mother dear, it was
our secret that I specially
asked you about," said Fay.
"You know you said we
might."
"In the public gardens,
dear said mother, still
shocked and dismayed.
But the parson burst out
laughing, and in the end
mother was obliged to let the
corners of her mouth relax,
for she caught sight of
"PITY THE POOR CHURCH" I







RAISED THE WIND. 57
on Poodle's neck, and that
was too much for her.
We got a lot in the gar-
dens, and then we played
outside Mr. Britton's house;
and he's as kind as he can
be," said Fay. "He said it
was too cold for us and gave
us tea, and he liked the
organette awfully and the
shawl dance, too, and he
brought us back in his car-
riage. I'm afraid he had it out
on purpose for us, for as we
opened our gate I heard him
say 'home' to the coachman."
"Look what he gave to
Poodle," said Mowgli, as Fay
gleefully unlocked the money-
box. "A whole five-pound
note And here's three half-
sovereigns we got before, and
one, two, three half-crowns,
and ever so many sixpences
and shillings! "







58 HOW THE CHILDREN
That was a very happy
evening, and the children felt
that their plan had worked
well. But the next morning
Fay woke up to find a raging
pain in all her bones, and
when she tried to move she
found that she was set fast,
and was as helpless as a
baby.
"This is what comes of
your foolish pranks," said
nurse, severely. "You have
caught a dreadful cold."
Poor Fay did not attempt
to deny it, but it was, alas !
much more than a bad cold;
it was a dangerous attack of
rheumatic fever. The little
figure that had danced so
lightly and gracefully now
lay racked with pain, and
poor Mowgli, with a doleful
face, had to carry his father's
note of gratitude to old Mr.







RAISED THE WIND. 59
Britton without his friend
and playmate.
It chanced that Mr. Britton
was pacing up and down his
own drive when the child
approached.
"Good morning," he said,
kindly; what have you done
with your sister ? "
She's very ill," said Mow-
gli, sorrowfully.
Mr. Britton made further
inquiries of the servant who
had brought the child. He
gathered that Fay was very
dangerously ill, and his kind
heart, in which there had
always been a very special
place for little children, grew
sad as he thought of the
brave little fairy dancer suf-
fering such cruel pain.
"Come into the greenhouse
with me," he said to Mowgli,
"and we will cut some grapes








60 HOW THE CHILDREN
for her. To-morrow you can
bring back the basket and
come and tell me how she
is."
For the next ten days Mow-
gli brought daily bulletins,
but they were never very
hopeful. One day the paper
on which the message was
written was blistered with
tears. Mother had written it
when hope was over; the
words were : "Much weaker,
-seems to be passing quietly
away."
The old man's hands trem-
bled a little as he folded up
the paper. He paced along
the garden-walk in silence.
Death had no terrors for him;
he was willing enough to die
himself, but to him, as to
Charles Kingsley, the death
of a child seemed the mys-
tery of mysteries, the most







RAISED THE WIND. 61
perplexing of all perplexing
problems.
Come and cut the grapes,"
he said to Mowgli.
"I think, sir," said the ser-
vant, "there'll be no need
for--"
Mr. Britton silenced her by
one of those looks which
reduced people to abject
terror.
"Come," he said, with reso-
lute cheerfulness. "We have
only to see to the grapes;
that's our part."
Something in the sturdy
bearing of his old friend
cheered poor little Mowgli,
who was feeling, as children
do feel, the terrible weight of
the home atmosphere.
Do you really think Fay
may get well and-and eat
them ? he faltered.
I shall hope that she will







62 HOW THE CHILDREN
do so," said the old man,
"until I know it's impos-
sible. Come, which are her
favourites ? "
"Those lovely big purple
ones," said Mowgli.
And he went home cheered
and ready to cheer the rest.
As for old Mr. Britton, he
went back to his library and
paced to and fro in deep
thought.
"She of her penury," he
muttered to himself, "hath
cast in all that she hath.
Must this brave little maid
die because people will not
give so that they feel the
giving ?-because we will
only give to the Lord that
which costs us nothing ? "
He was not the only one
in Rickworth who asked him-
self that question while Fay
lay dying because she had







RAISED THE WIND. 63
worked "not wisely but too
well."
The Treasurer was aston-
ished to see how subscriptions
began to flow in for the new
church ; but he hesitated to
mention the matter to the
parson, who went about his
daily work with such a
broken hearted look that
kindly people took care not
to trouble him with unneces-
sary words. He felt that he
had his people's sympathy,
and that was enough for him.
On the evening of the day
when Mowgli had carried the
hopeless bulletin to Mr. Brit-
ton, Fay looked drowsily up
into her mother's face.
I've been dreaming I was
in that boat in the picture,"
she said, looking up at the
Norwegian fjord that shaded
the gas. Do sing me White







64 HOW THE CHILDREN
Wings,' mother Mr. Britton
liked it that day."
So mother sang as well as
she could-
" Sail home! as straight as an arrow
My bark speeds along on the crest of
the sea."
"Mother," said the weak
little voice, there's a beauti-
ful lady stroking the pain out
of my legs; she's the lady in
Mr. Britton's picture over the
fireplace."
Mother only said she was
glad the pain was going.
Then she went on singing
"White Wings," soothingly.
After that little Fay fell
asleep.

"Better ?" said Mr. Brit-
ton, anxiously, when the next
day he met Mowgli in the
drive.








RAISED THE WIND. 65
Much better-out of dan-
ger," said Mowgli, capering
about gleefully in the happy
reaction from an overwhelm-
ing anxiety.
Come and fetch more
grapes," said Mr. Britton,
cheerfully. You see they
suit her."
Afterwards he took the
child into the library while
he wrote a note to the
parson.
Mowgli stood on the hearth-
rug gazing steadfastly at the
picture above the mantel-
piece. It was of a lady with
a gentle, motherly face; in
her hands she held some
Gloire de Dijon roses.
Do you know," said Mow-
gli, confidentially, "I heard
mother say that last night,
just before Fay got that sleep
that saved her, she said the







66 HOW THE CHILDREN
lady in this picture came and
stroked away her pain."
A most wistful look came
into the face of the man the
Rickworthians deemed hard.
"Do you mind telling me
whose picture it is ?" said
Mowgli, politely.
"It is my dear wife's pic-
ture," said Mr. Britton, and
the child knew, from the
vibration in his voice, that he
spoke of one who was dead.
"Ah then," said Mowgli,
softly, "Fay was very likely
right, and it wasn't just a
fev'rish fancy, as nurse said."
Mr. Britton patted the little
fair head, but did not speak.

After that, Fay recovered
fast. By Christmas Day she
was downstairs once more,
but of course there could be
no going out for her. The







RAISED THE WIND. 67
day was gloriously bright
and frosty; she watched all
the people trooping to church,
and longed to be out in the
sunshine, too. Recovery was
a very tedious process, and
she was beginning to think
that a lonely Christmas morn-
ing was a most doleful thing,
when, to her surprise and
delight, the gate opened, and
a tall, portly old gentleman
walked up to the house. She
recognized Mr. Britton in a
moment, and flew to open the
door for him.
"Why, my little maid," he
said, stepping inside quickly,
and himself closing the door,
" you have not yet learnt pru-
dence, I see. Come in to the
fire, or your nurse will be
taking me to task."
So they sat and chatted
together like old friends,







68 HOW THE CHILDREN
while Poodle lay on the rug
watching them with his clear
brown eyes, and perhaps
recalling that wearisome day
when he had been forced to
carry the money-box, and to
demean himself by begging
for the church-a thing which
no well-bred dog had ever
before been required to do.
Daddy is so pleased," said
Fay. Everybody has given
now-the poor people and
the rich people, and the ones
in between; and they all
seem to care somehow. There's
only one thousand now to
clear off."
My dear, I think we may
regard the debt as no longer in
existence," said old Mr. Brit-
ton, giving a farewell kiss to
the little thin, white-faced
invalid. Give that envelope
to your father when he comes







RAISED THE WIND. 69
back, and say it is from an
anonymous giver, and is to be
entered with the rest of the
' Children's Fund.'"
Anonymous ? said Fay.
"Is that the same person who
wrote so many poems in
' Select English Poetry'?"
Mr. Britton went out chuck-
ling. Some one of that
family, I should think," he
said. Good-bye, my dear.
A happy Christmas to you."

"Daddy!" said Fay, eagerly,
when later on she watched
her father's face as he opened
the envelope, has one of
the anonymous family really
killed the debt ? "
The parson's eyes had a
strange light in them.
Yes," he said, turning
hastily away.
Mowgli relieved the tension







70 HOW THE CHILDREN, ETC.
of the moment by a vocifer-
ous cry of "Three cheers for
him! "
Whereupon they all hur-
rahed till mother begged for
mercy. Then, rushing to the
organette, Mowgli began to
play White Wings with all
the energy in his being, while
Fay, for the first time since
her illness, caught Poodle
by the fore-paws and gaily
waltzed round the room with
him.
And that was how the chil-
dren raised the wind.


THE END.







































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