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:WHAT, BEN! YOU HERE ?" EXCLAIMED ,I! I;
CALEB GAYE'S SUCCESS,
"A MAN OF ROCK; or, THE STORY OF PETER
CARDEW'S TRIAL AND TRIUMPH," Etc.
THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY:
56, PATERNOSTER Row; 65, ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD;
AND 164, PICCADILLY.
I. A LONELY LAD 5
II. CALEB AND HIS WIFE 16
III. BEN'S NEW EXPERIENCE 23
-IV. AN UNDESIRABLE INTRUDER 30
v. BEN ACTS HASTILY 38
VI. BEN MAKES AN IMPORTANT PURCHASE 45
VII. A VAIN SEARCH 52
VIII. BEN'S TOIL IS REWARDED 58
Ix. A NIGHT WALK 66
X. BEN IS AT HOME ONCE MORE 73
S CALEB GAYE'S SUCCESS.
L ionU01 tLad,
'..'. I,' .r bright afternoon towards the
Send of May, a respectably-dressed
.'~~ rnan was walking along the pave-
rnent of one of the most crowded
S' of London thoroughfares, within
a short distance of Covent Garden
Market. He was a man of about
forty years of age, with a pleasant-looking face,
although its features were'specimens of Nature's
roughest handiwork, for it was brightened by
an honest kindly expression which atoned for
all defects. His sun-burnt complexion, his hard
brown hands, the style of clothes in which his
short sturdy frame was clad, proclaimed him no
denizen of London. There was a freshness and
6 Caleb Gaye's Success.
simplicity in his appearance, an absence of hurry
in his gait, which distinguished him from the
restless care-worn looking fellow-mortals who
jostled him on either side.
He was looking about him in a manner that
showed he was not uninterested in the busy human
life in the midst of which he found himself. Yet
Caleb Gaye was not entirely unaccustomed to
the sights and sounds of London streets, though
most of his days were passed in a quiet rural
neighbourhood, about twelve miles from the
metropolis. He was a market-gardener, and
from time to time his business brought him to
.the city; but he never trod its busy streets with-
out gazing with wonder and interest at the never-
ceasing stream of vehicles which filled the roads,
and the pale-faced anxious men and women
who trod the pavements. He looked on the
passers-by with no cold-eyed scrutiny. Did any
need help, he was ready to afford it to the best
of his ability. He would willingly go out of his
way to put a stranger on the right road; and
it was no unusual thing for him to volunteer
to escort feeble old women across the crowded
street, or to put lost little ones into safe keeping.
As he proceeded on his way this afternoon
his attention was attracted by the occupants
A Lonely Lad. 7
of a costermonger's cart drawn by a donkey,
which was being driven somewhat recklessly
amid a throng of larger vehicles. On the edge
of the cart, with a short black pipe between
his teeth, sat a man of villainous aspect. The
fur cap which he wore on the back of his
head did not conceal the fact that his hair was
so closely cut as to suggest the idea that it was
not long since he had been the inmate of a gaol.
His clothes were dingy and ragged, and the
bright yellow handkerchief which he had twisted
round his throat, perhaps with the hope that it
would counteract the shabbiness of the rest of
his attire, in no way improved his appearance.
His companion, a slatternly woman, who sat at
the back of the cart with a basket containing
some bunches of withered flowers on her knee,
was almost as repulsive-looking. The way in
which this woman was shouting and gesticulating,
and the violence with which the man urged for-
ward his donkey, showed, but too plain, that
both were acting under the excitement of strong
They'll come to grief presently if they go on
like that," said Caleb to himself, as he looked
Scarcely had the thought passed through his
8 Caleb Gaye's Success.
mind ere its truth was shown. A brewer's dray,
drawn by two powerful horses, was coming in
the opposite direction, but with careful driving
there was just room enough for the costermonger's
cart to pass between it and the pavement.
The driver of the dray shouted to the man to
mind what he was about; but, too stupid to
understand the need of caution, he paid no heed,
and in a moment there was a crash, and the frail
cart was shattered to pieces in the collision.
The costermonger had fallen over the donkey's
head, and escaped with little injury; but alas!
the woman had been thrown directly in front of
the dray, and, ere the driver could check his
horses, the wheel had passed over her.
Many persons ran forward to render assistance,
foremost among them Caleb Gaye. It was no
easy matter to extricate the crushed body from
the heavy wheel which pressed upon it, and when
at length it was accomplished, all who looked
upon the terribly distorted and agonised face
knew that life was already extinct. The coun-
tenance which had been quivering with mad
mirth, was motionless now, and the lips, which
but a few moments before had been uttering
ribald jests, were suddenly sealed with the awful
seal of death.
A Lonely Lad. 9
A feeling of awe more or less possessed all
who helped to raise that poor bruised body.
Caleb's heart was sorely oppressed.
"May the Lord have mercy upon her," he
murmured, as he assisted to place the corpse
in a room belonging to a public-house, close
by. "He alone knows the history of the sin-
ning miserable life to which He has seen fit
to give so sudden a close."
Anxious to learn particulars concerning the
woman Caleb turned to seek the man who had
been her companion. He found him seated on
the pavement in the midst of a gruup of ques-
tioners, to whom he was giving confused replies,
for the effect of his fall had been to almost
By patient persistent questioning, however,
Caleb got from him the information that the
woman was not his wife, but a widow who
lived in his court, and supported herself by
hawking flowers. To the question whether
she had any children, the man replied that
she had one, a boy who sold matches in the
street. Having learned the name and situa-
tion of the court in which the dead woman's
home might be found, Caleb waited to hear
no more. His heart was filled with pity for
10 Caleb Gaye's Success.
the poor lad whose mother had met with so
terrible a death, and he resolved to seek the
boy, and himself tell him the sad news.
He had to make his way through a maze
of narrow dirty streets and alleys, meeting
on all hands with sights and sounds which
shocked and grieved him, ere he came to the
place he sought. "Lamb's Court," said Caleb
to himself, as he read the name of the place.
"They'd better have called it Wolves' Court
to my mind."
The dwellings in Lamb's Court were of the
most comfortless description. The houses were
so old that they seemed bowed with age, the
upper storeys protruding to such an extent
that it was a wonder they did not fall. Caleb,
accustomed to pure air and cleanly country
homes, regarded the dingy ruinous houses,
their disreputable-looking inmates, and the
foul atmosphere he was forced to breathe with
a feeling akin to horror. He was thankful
to find that the house he wanted was close
to the entrance of the court. A knot of per-
sons was gathered about its doorway; and as
he drew near, Caleb was aware from their re-
marks that some one had been before him
in bringing news of the fatal accident.
A Lonely Lad. 11
In the centre of the group stood a tall thin
boy, probably about twelve years of age, whose
pale face and downcast looks, though he showed
no other sign of emotion, clearly distinguished
him from the rest as the one most affected by
the sad occurrence.
When Caleb stated that he had just come
from the scene of the disaster, all eyes were
turned upon him, and all were eager to hear
what he had to say on the subject. He was
shocked at the coarse freedom with which these
people discussed the event, and commented on
the deceased in the presence of her son. But
there were some even in this crowd who had not
lost all feeling for others. "Poor lad," said a
woman to Caleb, "he'll miss his mother. She
was good to him when she was not in drink,
though she had never a civil word for anyone
Whilst Caleb was talking to the neighbours,
the boy had slipped away and gone into the
house, and as soon as he could., Caleb followed
him. He was told he should find him in a little
underground room to which stone steps led down
from the ground floor. It seemed to Caleb on
entering, that the place was not much better than
a cellar. The boy was seated on a low truckle
12 Caleb Gaye's Success.
bed which stood in a corner, and his face wore
the same stolid gloomy look, which Caleb had
before observed. The expression changed how-
ever to one of surprise when Caleb came in, and
standing by his side said to him in kind sym-
pathizing tones, My lad, I have come to see if
I can be of any help to you in this trouble. Can
you trust me as a friend, and tell me all about
The boy made no reply, but looked at Caleb
with yet deeper surprise in his large blue eyes.
Dirty though his face was, and unkempt his
hair, he was not ill-looking, and his intel-
ligent expression pleased Caleb. Surely," he
thought to himself, "here is a piece of silver,
stamped with the Master's own image and super-
scription, which may be rescued from this human
dust-heap." And then an idea occurred to Caleb,
which he afterwards believed to have been of
What is your name, my boy? he asked.
"Ben," answered the lad.
Well, Ben, I am wondering how you will live
now you have lost your mother. You will
scarcely be able to remain here by yourself
Have you thought about that?"
The boy shook his head.
A Lonely Lad. 13
Have you no relatives to care for you ? "
"No," answered Ben, abruptly; "no one ever
cared nothing 'bout me, 'cept mother."
Poor fellow," said Caleb, kindly; "but Ben,
I can tell you you're better off than you think,
for you have a Father in heaven, who loves you
and cares for you. Have you never heard about
Again Ben shook his head.
I should like to teach you about Him, Ben,
if you would let me. And now I will tell you
of a plan that has occurred to me. I live in a
country neighbourhood some miles outof London,
where there are green fields and glorious trees
and flowers, and fresh sweet air to breathe, very
different from this close stifling atmosphere. I
have a large garden to keep, and I want a boy
to help me to hoe and dig it. If you feel inclined
to try your hand at the work, I'll put you in the
way of it, and I'll give you a home in my house,
and feed and clothe you. But I must warn you
that you may find it hard work at first, for it's
not so easy as selling matches in the streets,
though it's work a deal better for you. It'll make
you strong and stout and ruddy; and after a
time you'll take real pleasure in it, if I'm not
mistaken. For my part I think there's no finer
14 Caleb Gaye's Success.
work for man or boy than gardening. Now,
what do you say ? Are you willing to come ?"
Ben stared at him with eyes wide open with
astonishment. He scarcely knew what a country
life meant, but he had always believed it to be a
desirable one. He had heard his mother, in re-
morseful moments, recall with regret her happy
girlhood, passed in rural scenes. He had often
thought how delightful it must be to live amidst
green fields, far away from the crowded streets
which he had known from infancy. And now this
stranger, who looked at him and spoke ,to him
as no one else had done-this man, whose kindly
face inspired him with confidence in his good in-
tentions-proposed to take him away from the
dreary place, where blows and curses had been
his daily portion, and give him a home in the
His face broke into a smile, such as rarely
illumined it, as he exclaimed, "I'll go with
you, if you'll take me; but do you really mean
"Yes, my lad, I mean it," replied Caleb; "but
I can't take you with me this evening. I shall
be in town again in a day or two, and then I'll
come for you, and take you home with me.
Keep as quiet as you can till you see me again.
A Lonely Lad. 15
Here's a little money to help you along till
Caleb's kindness touched the boy keenly, and
softened his heart, which had grown hard and
defiant under ill-treatment. Mingled feelings of
sorrow and relief overcame him, and he burst
into tears. Feeling sure that a good cry would
do him no harm, Caleb left him to himself.
Valjeh and his Wife.
ATER in the evening Caleb Gave
-,' 1.'. alighted from a train at the little
station of Elmsleigh. It was
:-.'- growing dusk as he passed down
the pleasant country road, shaded by
large old elms bordering the meadows
which lay on either side.
A soft light breeze was blowing, and as the
cool fragrant air beat upon his brow, Caleb gave
a deep sigh of satisfaction, and took off his hat
that he might enjoy it more completely. "Ah!"
said he to himself, as he glanced around him,
"to think that we should be living in God's
sweet country, breathing the pure air of heaven,
and enjoying so many blessings, whilst those
wretched beings yonder, crowded together in
their loathsome dwellings, lead a life which
seems no better than a living death. -How
Caleb and his Wife. 17
grateful we should be for the mercies of our lot !
And should we not prove our gratitude by
stretching forth a hand to save a soul from such
death, when we have the opportunity?"
Caleb's mind was not altogether at ease as he
pursued this train of thought. Not that he in
the least repented of his resolve to befriend Ben.
He was uneasy because his wife did not always
view matters in the same light as he did. He
was thinking how he could best win her approval
of his purpose concerning Ben, for he knew that
it was most probable she would oppose it. He
shrunk from the discussion which was inevitable,
still he hoped he should succeed in winning
her sympathy for the lonely lad, so that she
would be as ready as himself to show him kind-
Occupied with such thoughts, Caleb entered
the village of Elmsleigh, a pretty little place,
with its white-faced cottages adorned with climb-
ing rose-trees, blossoming with prodigal luxuri-
ance, whilst here and there a larger dwelling or
a shop interposed by way of contrast. He
walked to the farther end of the village, ex-
changing greetings as he went along with various
persons, who were standing in the street or at
the doors of the houses enjoying some neigh-
18 Caleb Gaye's Success.
bourly chat at this pleasant twilight hour,' till
he reached a little old-fashioned cottage standing
back from the road, and so enveloped in foliage
as to look more like a bower than a dwelling.
Caleb's wife was seated beneath the wooden
porch, about which, lovingly intertwining their
branches, climbed sweet jessamine, honeysuckle,
and clematis. She rose up to meet her husband
as he entered the little flower-garden, which
separated the cottage from the road.
Mrs. Gaye was a neat-looking sharp-faced
woman with a spare bony figure, some inches
taller than her husband.
"How late you are, Caleb I she exclaimed
as they met; I expected you a couple of hours
ago. What has kept you ?"
"To explain that will be a long story, Jane,"
he answered quietly; "so, as I am tired and
hungry, I will, if you please, keep it till after
Supper is ready on the table," said his wife.
" I thought you would be glad of it as soon as
you came in."
"Just like my good wife to think that," said
Caleb with a smile.
Mrs. Gaye felt very curious to learn what had
detained her husband; but, like a wise woman,
Caleb and his Wife. 19
she refrained from questioning him till he had
made a hearty meal.
Then, as he sat in his chair after supper,
smoking the pipe in which he indulged every
evening, he told her of the shocking occurrence
lie had witnessed, and his subsequent visit to
Ben's home. She interrupted him with many
exclamations and questions as he proceeded,
and seemed appalled at his description of the
misery he had seen in the course of that memor-
able day. Caleb began to hope that she would
give him her sympathy in his scheme for Ben's
"You know, Jane," he said, "how much I
want a boy to work with me in my garden. I
have often told you how I should like to have a
lad entirely under my control, whom I could
train as a gardener. You may remember I have
sometimes talked of adopting one."
Mrs. Gaye's face changed at these words, and
with a look of annoyance she exclaimed, "I hope
to goodness, Caleb, you've not been doing any-
thing rash "
Her words grated on his ears. It is never
pleasant for a man to have the wisdom of his
proceedings doubted; but after a moment's silence
he overcame his vexation, and answered calmly,
20 Caleb Gaye's Success.
" I am sorry if you think me rash, Jane; but I
have resolved to give this poor boy, Ben, a trial,
and see what I can make of him."
You cannot mean to take such a boy as that,
Caleb. A drunken woman's child brought up
amongst thieves and cut-throats! He would be
no good to you "
"Do not think hardly of the boy because of
his miserable connections, Jane. If he had a
bad mother, he has a Father in heaven, who
coui;ts him among the little ones He would have
us serve. He is a nice-looking lad, Hnd I be-
lieve, with good training, he will turn out well."
He is much more likely to turn out a young
rogue," retorted his wife, sharply.
"Nay, nay, don't say so, Jane," responded
Caleb, calmly. Do you remember the wild
apple-shoot I brought from the woods some
years ago ? You said I should do nothing with
it. But I grafted it into a better tree, and you
know what a success it has proved, and what
splendid fruit it yields. Now I hope this boy
will prove just such a success."
"I doubt it, Caleb. We shall be running a
terrible risk. I am sure I shall never feel that
anything is safe, with such a boy in the house."
"Well, we won't mind running a risk for the
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sake of Him, who not only risked, but gave His
life for us," said her husband, solemnly; "when
I think how the Good Shepherd died for the
sheep, how can I refrain from stretching forth
my hand to save this lamb of His from the
wolves which surround it ? To me it seems that
the Lord, who has thought best to deny us a
child of our own, calls upon us to take this
forlorn lad into our care and love."
His wife was silenced, but not convinced.
Her secret thought was that Caleb carried his
religion too far. She knew that when he spoke
in this calm deliberate way, he meant what he
said, and would adhere to his resolution. She
foresaw that she would be obliged to accede to
his wishes, for, when Caleb had fully made up
his mind on any matter, his will was unwavering.
Yet during the many years of their wedded life,
she had seldom found his will grievous. He
would readily yield to her wishes on all occasions
save when he deemed that so doing would involve
a breach of duty. He could not suffer his wife
to restrain him from any act of benevolence
which his loving heart suggested. He was sorry
she was so opposed to his plan, but he still hoped
it would turn out well. She had often agreed
with him that it would be a good thing to have
22 Caleb Gaye's Success.
a boy to help about the place, and he trusted
that when she saw Ben she would take to him.
When Caleb went to town to attend the in-
quest held on the death of Ben's mother, at
which he was bound to appear as a witness, he
gave his wife to understand that he should bring
the boy back with him. He found Ben anxiously
expecting him, evidently fearing he might not
keep his promise. Caleb took care to effect an
improvement in Ben's appearance before he
introduced him to his wife. When he had had
a bath, and exchanged his rags for the tidy,
though coarse garments which Caleb had pur-
chased for him, he looked quite a different boy.
His friend noted the change with satisfaction
and thought that his wife's misgivings would
surely vanish when she saw the lad whom he
already felt to love.
Bjsn's New iExperience.
(r ALEB found that his wife's preju-
S dice against his protMg was more
/ obstinate than he had imagined.
The boy's bright face did not
produce the favourable impres-
sion he had hoped it would, and
Ben received but a cold welcome, though he was
quite unconscious of the disapprobation which
Mrs. Gaye's manner was intended to convey.
He had not been used to such considerate treat-
ment as could make him sensible of her want of
cordiality, yet it was not long before he learned
to contrast the kindliness of Caleb's bearing to-
wards him with the sharpness and suspicion
which marked that of his wife. It is difficult to
describe the feelings with which Ben entered
upon his new life at Elmsleigh. He seemed to
have got into a new world; everything was so
different from his former experience.
24 Caleb Gaye's Success.
The open fields, the shady dells, the flowers
scattered so profusely around, all the sights
and sounds of country life filled him with de-
light, and it did Caleb's heart good to watch his
enjoyment of them. He astonished his master
by the remarks he made upon what he saw,
and the strange questions which he proposed.
"I call this real splendid," he said, when Caleb
took him into the large garden at the back of
the house, where he cultivated his vegetables;
"now I don't suppose the Queen has a better
garden than this; do you think so ? "
"She'd be a poor Queen if she hadn't," said
Caleb, with a smile.
"Well, I never; I shouldn't think she could
have a much nicer one," said Ben; "seems to me
it's just like the beautiful garden you told me
Adam and Eve lived in."
Nay, my boy; this is no Paradise, as you'll
find soon," said Caleb.
And Ben quickly learned that he had come to
no thornless Eden, with its freedom from sorrow
and care. He needed much discipline to make
him the success his master hoped he would
His ignorance led him to commit many blun-
ders, some of them vexatious enough, and though
Ben's New Experience. 25
Caleb bore them patiently, his wife never lost
an opportunity of giving the boy a good scolding.
As Caleb had warned him, Ben found his work
wearisome. The constant employment and re-
straint was irksome. In vain Caleb assured him
that his was the best work in the world, the very
work to which God had appointed our first
parents, for Caleb loved to magnify his calling.
Ben would listen in silence, wishing the while
that it were work which did not make his back
ache so badly.
Sometimes Caleb was vexed at the boy's in-
dolence and restlessness. At such times his
wife would not fail to say: "I told you how it
would be. I said that boy would prove good-
"Wait a while longer, Jane," Caleb would pa-
tiently reply; I don't despair of making some-
thing of him yet. A young plant seldom thrives
immediately after transplantation, even though
it has been removed to a better soil and more
favourable situation. But after a time, as its
roots are fairly settled in the earth, it flourishes,
and pays you for all the trouble you have spent
I much doubt if this lad will ever repay you
for the trouble he costs you, Caleb."
26 Caleb Gaye's Success.
However that may be, Jane, we'll give him a
fair chance; and if our endeavours fail, we need
never regret them, since there is One who has
pledged Himself to count all help rendered to
the poor and needy as done to Himself."
By degrees Ben grew accustomed to his new
life, and gave his kind master more satisfaction.
No father could have been kinder to the boy than
Caleb was, and Ben was deeply grateful for his
goodness, though he could never express his
gratitude in words.
Ben learned much from Caleb's cheery talk as
they worked together in the garden; and, in his
leisure hours, his master undertook to teach him
to read and write, and found him a ready scholar.
A bond of mutual love sprang up between the
two, and Ben conceived such affectionate vener-
ation for his master as would have kept him from
ever voluntarily doing anything' that could an-
noy or injure him. His mistress Ben regarded
with very different feelings. He saw that she
mistrusted and disliked him, and not unnaturally,
he resented her unkind words and actions.
One day an incident occurred which widened
the breach between them, and stirred once more
in Ben the restless impatience resulting from the
lawless Arab life he had previously led.
Ben's New Experience. 27
One evening he was working in the front gar-
den, whilst Mrs. Gaye sat in the porch shelling
peas, and watching him the while, when the gate
was opened by a girl of bold uninviting aspect,
dressed in ragged garments, who, advancing
towards his mistress, began in a whining tone to
beg. Ben started when he saw this girl, for he
knew her well. She was Madge Sullivan, a
neighbour of his in the days when he had lived
at Lamb's Court, who like his mother had sold
flowers in the street, flowers oftener stolen by the
vendors than honestly obtained. It was startling
to Ben to be thus brought face to face, as it were,
with his former life; and with eyes wide open
with surprise, he watched the girl approach Mrs.
Gaye, and commence her would-be piteous re-
cital. But her story was cut short with little
It's no good your coming here with your lies,"
said Mrs. Gaye; "I never give to tramps, so
you'd better be off at once."
The girl whined and protested, but Mrs. Gaye
was obdurate, and Madge retired, muttering
angrily. As she was leaving the garden her
glance fell upon Ben, and, in spite of his changed
aspect, she recognized him in a moment.
"What, Ben I you hereI" she exclaimed, in
28 Caleb Gaye's Success.
surprise, and dressed so respectable! Whatever
has happened to you?"
"A rare piece of luck, Madge," replied Ben;
"I've found a good master, who gives me a
home here, and teaches me all sorts of things."
And that old cross-patch is your missus, I
suppose," returned Madge. "Well I can't say I
envy your living under the same roof with her.
How long have you been in this line of business?"
"Three months or more," answered Ben.
"Don't you boast about it then, you haven't
tried it very long. You'll get sick of digging
here after a time, and be glad enough to come
back to a free and easy life in London, even if
you can't wear such fine clothes, and are not
so well lodged."
"That I am sure I shall not," exclaimed Ben,
remembering that his life in London, if free, had
certainly not been easy. He would have said
more if his mistress had not prevented him by
loudly calling him to come to her at once. Ben
hastened to obey the summons, whilst Madge,
laughing insolently, passed out of the gate.
"What do you mean by speaking to that bad
girl, after I had sent her away ?" exclaimed Mrs.
Gaye, who had not been near enough to hear
what passed between the two.
Ben's New Experience. 2<
She spoke to me first," said Ben.
"Well, if she did, you ought not to have
answered her. I don't want such vagabonds
encouraged to come about the premises. What
did she say to you?"
She wondered to see me here," answered Ben.
"I used to know her when I was at Lamb's
"Gracious goodness! is she an acquaintance
of yours ?" exclaimed-Mrs. Gaye, horror-struck ;
"then please to understand that you are to have
nothing to say to such disreputable people in the
future. I'll have no thieves and vagabonds
brought about the place. It's bad enough to
have one connected with them in the house.
Now mind, you're never to speak to such a girl
again; do you hear?"
Yes, I hear," replied Ben, setting his teeth
together, and grasping his spade tightly with
both hands in his efforts to control the resent-
ment which well-nigh mastered him.
Mrs. Gaye did not soon recover from her
annoyance. Madge had spoiled her temper for
the rest of the evening, and, unfortunately, on
the following day her indignation was excited
afresh against both Ben and the girl.
-Nn Undesirable Intruder.
4 ri ff HEN Caleb, early the next morn-
.-L -4Y ing, stepped into his flower-garden,
h" e suddenly stood still, and look-
ing round him w itli astonished eyes,
uttered a cry of dismay.
Some rude hand had been working
havoc amongst his beloved flowers. His choicest
geraniums hadbeen ruthlessly torn up by the
roots, his standard rose-trees spoiled of their
finest buds, and all the plants more or less
robbed of their blossoms, whilst footmarks on
the beds and earth, and broken twigs scattered
on the footpath showed how boldly the thief
had plundered the garden of its treasures.
It was no small trial to Caleb to see the place.
in which he took such pride and delight thus laid
waste. His exclamation of indignation and dis-
tress quickly brought his wife to the spot.
Anl Undesirable Initruder. 31
I'll be bound this is the doing of that horrid
girl who was here yesterday," exclaimed Mrs.
Gaye, when she saw the state of the garden;
"and I shouldn't be at all surprised if Ben had a
hand in it, for he told me the hussy was a friend
"Nay, nay, wife, don't accuse the lad so
hastily," said Caleb, and, turning as he spoke,
he perceived Ben standing behind them, viewing
with evident distress the damage that had been
wrought, whilst his flushed cheeks showed that
he had overheard his mistress's remark.
"Ben," said his master, in a kind tone; "you
see what mischief some one has been at. Have
you any idea who has done it?"
"No, sir, unless- "
"Unless what ? Don't be afraid to speak."
"Unless it's Madge Sullivan, sir."
"Madge Sullivan, who is she? The girl who
came here begging yesterday ?"
"You think she has done it?"
"It wouldn't be unlike her to do it, sir."
"Now, Ben, I want you to tell me the exact
truth," said Caleb, earnestly; had you any idea
yesterday evening that this girl intended to rob
my garden ?"
32 Caleb Gaye's Success.
"Oh no, sir-no, sir," exclaimed Ben, vehe-
"You know nothing whatever about it ?"
"Nothing at all, sir."
Caleb was satisfied with the boy's denial, but
his wife's manner plainly showed that she
doubted the truth of Ben's assertions.
SPoor Ben was dreadfully ashamed of his
connection with Madge, and felt as if he were to
blame for what had happened. It grieved him
to see with what a rueful face his master was
examining the injured plants, which he loved so
"Master," said Ben, gently, when Mrs. Gaye
had gone into the house, you don't think I had
a hand in this, do you ?"
"No, no, Ben, I can believe your word," said
Caleb, placing his hand kindly on the boy's
shoulder; "and don't you mind the missus, she's
a bit hard on you now; but she'll come to love
and trust you in time, if you show her you're a
good lad: she's got a kind heart, for all her sharp
"I hate Madge for coming here and spoiling
your garden," exclaimed Ben, passionately.
Nay, lad, we must not hate her," said Caleb;
"the Lord Jesus has told us to love our enemies,
An Undesirabe Intruder. 33
and do good to those who use us badly. I dare-
say the poor girl knew no better, but has been
trained to steal and do evil from her infancy.
Oh, dear I wish she had handled my plants a
little more mercifully."
If you had not brought me here," said Ben,
softly, I should have been just such another as
"Well, my boy, I'm glad that I have you
here," said Caleb, heartily; "and I hope you'll
stay with me for many a day yet, till I turn you
out a first-class gardener. But now we must go
in to breakfast, and afterwards we will see what
can be done to improve this state of affairs."
Ben's heart was lightened by his master's kind
words; and they helped him to bear patiently
the suspicion with which Mrs. Gaye regarded him.
Gradually as the days wore on, and the garden
recovered its former beauty, Madge's depreda-
tions were forgotten. Ben now worked so
industriously, that Caleb praised him warmly,
and even his mistress began to treat him with
less severity. But what was better, Caleb taught
the boy the blessed truth concerning the Saviour
who had loved him and died for him, and by faith
in whom he might be saved from sin, and
become a child of God. Ben said little as he
34 Caleb Gaye's Success.
listened to such teaching, but by the power of
the Holy Spirit it was carried home to his heart,
and bore fruit in after time.
It happened one bright October afternoon,
that Ben was quite alone in his master's house,
and not a little proud of being left in sole charge
of the premises.
Caleb had gone to town on business, and his
wife, wishing to visit a relative, had accompanied
him, and they did not expect to get home till
late in the evening.
Mrs. Gaye seldom left home, and it had re-
quired some persuasion to induce her to commit
her house to Ben's care. Before leaving, she
gave Ben numerous directions as to his conduct,
bidding him, amongst other warnings, to admit
no tramps into the garden, even should they be
friends of his.
Ben had been busy in the garden all the
afternoon, and was just washing his hands in the
back kitchen before taking his supper, when he
heard steps approaching the house, and, hasten-
ing to the front door, saw to his surprise and
dismay Madge Sullivan standing there.
"Good evening, Ben," she said, coolly; "you
didn't expect to see me again, I daresay; but
I've been doing a little business in these parts
An Undesirable Intruder.
lately, and find that it pays. I'm delighted to
see you are all alone. I've been watching you
for some time from behind the fence, and
pitying you for working so hard, though why
you should do it when you are all by yourself,
with no one to force you, I can't think,"
I don't want your pity," answered Ben ; "and
I must beg you to go away at once, for I can't
talk to you."
How very polite you are!" retorted the girl;
"but I don't intend to go away at once. I am
tired and hungry, and will rest here a bit, and
perhaps you can find me a snack of something
So saying, Madge seated herself in the porch,
and looked at Ben defiantly.
I wonder you dare to ask for anything here,"
exclaimed Ben, indignantly, "after robbing
master of all his best flowers, as you did some
"I rob your master of his flowers! How can
you say so ?" returned Madge, unabashed.
" Who saw me do it, I should like to know ? But
I see how it is. You remember how your
mother used to manage, and think I must be
like her. You're a nice one to turn saint and
lecture others, upon my word!"
36 Caleb Gaye's Success.
Ben's face grew scarlet with anger at these
aggravating words. He was sorely perplexed
how to act. It was impossible for him to make
Madge go if she was resolved to stay, for she
was much stronger and bigger than he was, and
he could not possibly leave her to seek help.
Yet what would Caleb and his wife think if they
returned and found her there talking to him!
"You'd better make haste off before master
gets back," he said, hoping to frighten her; "he'll
have you put in the 'lock Ap,' if he catches you
"I don't care for your master," retorted the
girl, snapping her fingers; "he can prove nothing
against me. If your master and missus come
home, I shall tell them I'm an old friend of yours,
and have called to see you."
Poor Ben was greatly troubled. But suddenly
he thought of an expedient. Perhaps Madge
might be bribed to leave the place.
"Madge," he said, trying to speak persua-
sively; "I'll tell you what I'll do. If you'll
promise to leave the place directly you've eaten
it, you shall have the bread and milk missus has
put ready for my supper."
The offer tempted Madge, who had really no
intention of remaining till Mrs Gaye returned.
An Undesirable Intruder. 37
"All right," she responded, readily," I'm awfully
hungry; so fetch it me, and I'll be off."
Ben at once went to the back kitchen to get
his supper. Madge took advantage of his absence
to slip into the front room, the door of which was
close to the place where she was.
She cast a quick glance round the neat pretty
room on which Mrs. Gaye prided herself. Sud-
denly her eyes were attracted by a large, old-
fashioned silver watch, which hung on a hook
over the mantel-piece. Quick as thought Madge
seized this watch, hid it in her bosom, and
whisked back to the porch ere Ben returned
with the bread and milk.
She was in a hurry now to be gone, so, quickly
swallowing the food, she bade Ben good-night
and hastened away.
Ben stood and watched her as she walked up
the road, and heaved a deep sigh of relief when
she disappeared in the distance.
gen Acts $astilVy
*-'i ,, s he turned away from watching
-.'-' Madge's departure, Ben was sur-
prised to see that the door of the
front room, which he had believed
to be closed, now stood wide open.
It seemed that the girl, in her
hurry to escape, had not fastened it
securely, and the evening breeze
had blown it back.
Instantly the thought flashed into his mind
that Madge must have looked into the room,
and, filled with fear, he hastily entered the
apartment. Scarcely had he done so, ere he
missed the watch from its accustomed place,
and knew but too surely that Madge had stolen
it. He stood like one transfixed, gazing at the
empty hook, his face pale, :his limbs trembling
Ben Acts Hastily. 39
He knew how grieved Caleb would be to lose
the curious old watch, which he valued because
it had belonged to his father.
Ben had noticed how lovingly and reverently
his- master handled the watch, when at night he
wound it up. Once Caleb had opened the case
that Ben might see the works, and had tried to
explain to him their mechanism.
And now, through Ben's thoughtlessness, the
watch was stolen!
But was it quite impossible to regain it ? Could
he not run after Madge, and so compel her to
give up the property she had stolen ? Without
waiting for further reflections, heedless of every
consideration save the hope of recovering the
watch, Ben darted out of the house, slamming
the door behind him, and ran at full speed in the
direction Madge had taken. He tore' along,
gazing before him, in the vain expectation of
catching sight of Madge's distant form. He
dare not pause to ask any persons who passed
him if they had met the girl-time was too
precious. Quickly he sped through the village,
and was soon far beyond it. Hot and breathless,
his strength was well nigh exhausted, yet still he
And all the while, Madge, who, fearful of
40 Caleb Gayve's Success.
pursuit, had quitted the high road and taken to
the open country, was proceeding in the opposite
direction to that which Ben pursued.
At length Ben was convinced of the hope-
lessness of his efforts, and was forced to give in.
He sank down on some grass growing by the
roadside, and burst into tears.
Bitter was the boy's sorrow as he began to
realise more fully his unhappy position. His
master had entrusted to him the care of his
house, and he had failed to preserve it from
intrusion. What would Caleb and his wife say
when they discovered what had happened in
their absence? His master's words would be
kind and just, Ben knew; but he .dreaded to
think what Mrs. Gaye might say. Probably she
would disbelieve his story, and accuse him of
having assisted in the robbery. The thought
was misery. Shrinking from what awaited him
on his return home, Ben sat sobbing by the way- -
side, quite unconscious of the fact that it was
growing late, and that he was some miles from
But at last he was startled by a bat whirring
past him, and looked up. He perceived with
alarm that it was already almost dark, and
would be quite so before he could reach home.
Ben Acts Hastily. 41
What if his master and mistress should get there
before him ? How could he face them after they
had discovered the theft? how could he dare to
explain all that had occurred ? Ben's courage
failed him. He crouched on the grass, crying
between his sobs, I cannot go back, I cannot
go back! "
Suddenly a thought struck him. He remem-
bered that he had passed a milestone shortly
before he reached the spot where he rested, which
declared that it was but ten miles to London.
He had read the words as he ran past without
their making any impression upon him; but now,
as he recollected them, they suggested an escape
from the misery which overwhelmed him. He
would go back to London, the place most suited
to him, since he had proved only a source of
trouble to the kind friend who had given him a
home. He should never forget Caleb's kindness,
nor the lessons he had taught him; he would try
to earn an honest living somehow, and perhaps
in the future he might be able to show his kind
master that he was not so bad and ungrateful as
he seemed. Yes, he must go away; it was the
only thing left for him to do. Having come to
this determination, Ben rose up from the place
where he sat, and, as if anxious to leave no time
42 Caleb Gaye's Success.
for second thoughts, at once started off towards
London at a quick pace. The daylight waned
rapidly as he hurried on. Dark clouds were
gathering in the sky, and suddenly a vivid flash
of lightning lit up for a moment all the country
round, and in the darkness which succeeded the
thunder's awful voice roared overhead. Fearful
at heart, Ben quickened his steps. Again and
again his eyes were dazzled by the lightning,
whilst the thunder grew louder and louder.
Rain began to fall in blinding torrents, which
soon drenched the lad's light garments. Cold
and wet, faint from exhaustion and want of food,
Ben still pressed on; and as he went his mind
was looking back with sorrowful regret at the
happy home he was leaving, and the good master,
who, he knew, would be grieved to find him
As he neared the metropolis Ben's strength
failed him, and he was obliged to sit down under
a hedge to rest. Again tears relieved his sorrow.
"Oh! my dear master, my dear master!" he
Then he bethought him of the Friend who is
ever nigh, the Father in Heaven, in whose con-
stant love Caleb had taught him to trust. "Oh
God, my Father," he cried, raising his eyes to the
Ben Acts Hastzly. 43
stormy sky; watch over me and help me, I pray
Thee. Help me to prove that my master's love
and care has not all been given in vain." At
this moment the welcome sound of wheels fell
upon Ben's ear.
A carrier's cart was coming along the road,
and Ben shouted to the driver to know whether
he were going to London and would give him a
lift. The man readily answered "Yes," to both
inquiries, and pulling up his horse helped Ben to
climb into the waggon.
"Why, lad, you are wet through!" he ex-
claimed as he touched Ben's sleeves. "How
come you to be so far from home this wild night ?"
"It was fine when I started," replied Ben,
evasively; "and I did not notice how far I was
"What part of London are you going to?"
asked the man.
Ben hesitated for a few moments before he
said, "It's near Covent Garden."
"All right," returned the carrier; "I shall be
able to put you down within half a mile of
It was growing late when they reached the
city, and the carrier was in haste to get home
and put up his horse.
44 Caleb Gaye's Success.
"Now, my lad, I'll put you down here," he
said, stopping his horse at the end of a street,
"that's the nearest road to Covent Garden.
But you know your way, I suppose?"
"Yes, I know the way," replied Ben, as he
The carrier never doubted that Ben was going
to his home, so hastily bidding him good-bye
he drove off, leaving Ben, "a waif and a stray "
on the streets of London.
ten Ma1es an tmpo-rtant P urchase.
."i HE familiar streets wore no pleasant
aspect as Ben, feeling like one in a
-- -- dream, again passed along them
turning involuntarily in the direc-
;i'.. tion of Lamb's Court. It was still
I raining heavily, and few save wretched
and disorderly persons were abroad. Ben
shuddered as he noted the hopeless faces and
wretched decrepit bodies of some he met, and
contrasted them in his mind with the people
who had been his neighbours at Elmsleigh.
Others there were who flaunted by or stood near
the doors of the gorgeous gin-palaces, trying to
hide their misery under an appearance of mirth,
shouting and singing, and apparently "glorying
in their shame." It was scarcely six months
since Ben had lived in the midst of such persons
as these, sharing their misery and degradation.
40 Caleb Gaye's Success.
But in the interval he had spiritually as well as
physically been breathing a purer atmosphere,
his coarser tendencies had been checked, and his
better nature developed by kind and wise train-
ing; and now, whilst he pitied these miserable
beings, he felt that he would never, if he could
help it, associate with such again. Some re-
marks were passed upon his appearance as he
hurried through the noisy crowds; for in his
straw hat and light clothing, Ben looked very
different from an ordinary street-boy.
Alarmed at hearing these, and also by finding
that he was approaching Lamb's Court, a place
he was anxious to avoid, Ben stood still in the
shadow of-a doorway to consider what he had
He could not walk the streets all night that
was certain; yet where could a lonely penni-
less lad get a night's lodging? There was but
one place open to him, a railway-arch beneath
which he remembered to have often seen miser-
able beings shelter themselves. To this, with
slow heavy step and weary heart, he made his
A crazed old man and a sad-faced woman
with a baby,wailing on her bosom had been
before Ben in availing themselves of this rude
Ben Makes an Important Purchase. 47
lodging. The woman looked up as Ben entered,
and stared in surprise at seeing a boy so respect-
ably dressed seeking such a shelter; but she
said nothing, only pushed towards him some of
the straw with which the place was littered.
Stretched on this, Ben vainly sought repose.
He was so agitated and distressed that sleep was
impossible; and as soon as morning dawned he
arose and went into the streets, in the hope of
finding some employment by which he might
earn a breakfast.
* But it was so early that scarcely any one was
yet astir. Ben wandered about the streets,
waiting as patiently as he could till London
should wake up. As soon as the shops were
opened, he looked about to see if anywhere an
errand-boy was wanted, and wherever he saw a
notice to that effect he offered himself for.the
situation. But he only met with repeated
disappointment. Those to whom he applied
invariably refused to take a boy who had never
done similar work, and had no one to speak for
his good character.
The day wore on; and, hungry and weary,
Ben was in despair, when, as he stood near the
entrance to a railway station, a lady who was
coming out engaged him to carry a parcel a
48 Caleb Gaye's Success.
short distance for her. When she reached her
destination and dismissed him,,she gave him a
shilling. She was surprised to observe the look
of delight which lit up the boy's countenance as
he took the coin, and the grateful manner in
which he thanked her. She little guessed in
what precarious circumstances this boy, whose
respectable appearance and civil bearing pleased
her, was placed.
Ben got no other job that day. IIe spent
half his shilling in buying food, though he tried
to be as economical as possible in his purchases.
He had some thought of obtaining a stock of
matches with the other sixpence, and trying his
old trade once more; but he knew that the
venture might prove unsuccessful, and therefore
determined to wait to see what luck the next
day brought. At night he again repaired to the
old railway arch, and, worn out with the fatigues
of the day, slept soundly on his rude couch.
Early next morning he turned his steps to-
wards Covent Garden, hoping he might get
engaged to help in unloading the waggons full
of country produce which generally arrive at
As he approached the market he met a girl,
who was coming away from it with a basket on
Ben Makes an Important Purchase. 49
her arm. Ben started and cried out when he
saw her, for it was none other than Madge
Madge was even more astonished to see Ben,
than he was to see her, and it was by no means
a peasant surprise.
She would have run away had it been possible,
but Ben, as soon as he recognized her, had
placed himself directly in front of her, and taken
hold of her arm.
But the girl quickly recovered her self-pos-
session, and exclaimed boldly, "What, you here,
Ben! I thought you had too much spirit to stay
much longer digging potatoes in that dead-alive
hole; but I did not think to see you again so
You bad girl! you thief! how dare you speak
so !" exclaimed Ben, in a fury; "what have you
done with master's watch? Oh if I could only
see a policeman I would tell him."
Madge replied to him with a storm of abuse,
at the same time dealing him a blow in the face
with her clenched fist.
"Take that for speaking to me so!" she ex-
claimed angrily; "you little fool, do you think
any policeman would take me up on your word ?
What do I know about your master's watch?"
50 Caleb Gaye's Success.
"0 Made, you must have taken it-you
know you did," returned Ben, with difficulty
controlling his emotion ; and it is all through
you that I have been obliged to leave the master
who was so good to me, and the place where I
was so well off."
"I've had nothing to do with your leaving.
I'm sure I've done you no harm," retorted
Oh, yes, Madge, you have! You've spoilt
everything for me. When I found the watch
was gone, I started off, and ran a long way,
hoping to overtake you. But it was of no use,
and it was growing dark, and I could not bear
to go back without the watch, so I came to
London. 0 Madge, if only you would give it
up to me!"
"How can I ? I haven't got it, I tell you."
"But you know where it is," replied Ben,
earnestly. "0 Madge, I promise you I will
never tell any one you stole it, if only you will
let me have it to take back to master. And
I'll give you this sixpence," he added producing
the coin; "it's all the money I've got."
"I can't give it you, if I haven't got it, can I,
stupid ?" repeated Madge, looking however
covetously at the sixpence.
Ben Makes an Important Purchase. 5
"At least, tell me where it is," pleaded Ben.
"Have you pawned it ?"
"Well, if you'll promise not to get me into
trouble," said Madge, taking a pawn-ticket from
the bosom of her dress; I'll sell you this for
sixpence, and then whenever you are rich enough
you can get yourself a watch."
I promise," said Ben, eagerly stretching out
"Now mind, if you split upon me, I'll make it
the worse for you," said Madge, as she took the
sixpence in exchange for the ticket.
Ben was delighted to have gained possession
of this ticket, for he hoped by means of it he
might restore the lost watch to his beloved
master, though how he was to raise the eight
shillings to recover it he did not know.
6A Vain Search.
T is difficult to describe Caleb's
feelings, when on returning from
Sa wearying day in London, he
found Ben missing, and, as his
wife was not slow to discover,
Shis watch also gone. He could
not believe, as Mrs. Gaye per-
sisted in asserting, that Ben had deliberately
run away with his watch. He searched for the
lad in the garden and in the fields beyond, and
not finding him, went to inquire if any of the
neighbours had seen anything of Ben. His
heart sank when more than one of whom he
inquired, mentioned having seen Ben tearing"
through the'village, and along the London road,
as fast as if life depended upon his speed. Yet
Caleb did not even in his thoughts accuse the
boy whom he loved of wrong doing.
A Vain Search. 53
He was much distressed and much perplexed;
but he believed that Ben's conduct would yet be
explained to his satisfaction.
I cannot understand it-I cannot understand
it!" was all he said in reply to his wife's ex-
clamations of, "I told you so!" "This is just
how I said it would be!"
But when she, believing that he must now be
impressed with the superiority of her judgment,
began to express volubly her opinion of Ben's
worthlessness, her husband, speaking almost
sharply, begged her to desist. Caleb had not
known before how dearly he loved the lad whom
he had taken under his protection. The loss of
the watch was trifling in comparison with the
loss of Ben. He sat up nearly all night watching
in the hope that Ben would yet return. The
next day he informed his wife, in a tone which
stayed all remonstrance, that he was going to
London to seek the lad there.
He was away all day on the search, and
visited all the places to which he thought Ben
would be most likely to go. Again he found his
way to the hideous retreat known as Lamb's
Court, but none of its inhabitants had seen or
heard of Ben since his departure from the court
six months before. Caleb walked the streets
54 Caleb Gaye's Success.
about Covent Garden till he was footsore, but
all in vain. Several times he was not far from
the boy, could he but have known it, yet
they did not meet. Caleb's protracted wan-
derings and oft-repeated inquiries were of no
avail. He might as well have tried to recover a
pebble cast into the ocean, as to find a boy im-
mersed in the sea of human life which surges
through those densely-populated regions.
Caleb returned home sick at heart and looking
all the worse for his day's work-the hardest
day's work he ever did, he afterwards averred.
Seeing how deeply he felt the boy's loss, Mrs.
Gaye refrained from further words on the subject,
and, whilst pluming herself on her superior
wisdom, was secretly grieved at her husband's
disappointment. As day by day she watched
the shadow deepen on his brow, and noticed in
how many ways lie missed the boy, she would
gladly have had Ben back again, although she
had always professed to find him more plague
Meanwhile, Ben's life was a hard one. It was
long before he earned another shilling, and
hungry, cold, and comfortless by night and by
day, he sighed with bitter regret for the home
he had quitted so hastily.
A Vain Search.
One day, when, almost in despair, having
begun to think that his Father in heaven must
have forgotten his need for daily biead, he was
standing in Covent Garden market, on the look-
out for a job, one of the stall-keepers, struck
with his respectable appearance, beckoned him
to his side.
"Do you want an errand, lad ?" he said.
"Yes, sir, I'd be glad of one," answered Ben,
"Can I trust you, I wonder, to carry this
basket carefully to S- Street ?" said the
I'll take it, sir," said Ben.
The man looked steadily in the boy's face;
then, seemingly satisfied with what he read there,
gave him the basket, bidding him make all the
haste he could.
Ben set off at once, and lost no time by the
way. Having delivered the basket, he was re-
turning to the market, when, as he neared the
entrance, he suddenly stood still staring in
surprise at a sight which for the moment deprived
him of all self-possession. For there, within a
few yards of him, stood Caleb Gaye, talking to
one of the dealers. Ben's first impulse was to
rush forward and grasp his master's hand ; but
56 Caleb Gaye's Success.
quickly changing his mind, and observing that
Caleb had not perceived him, he hid himself
behind a waggon, sheltered by which he could
watch Caleb without being reen. It seemed to
Ben an age since he last looked upon his beloved
master, though it was not yet a fortnight since
he left Elmsleigh. He saw with grief that Caleb
had got to look older and graver in the interval,
What were his master's thoughts concerning
him ? he wondered. Did he think him a base
ungrateful wretch, who could rob the kind friend
who had given him a home? Yes, that was
what he must appear in his eyes; how could it
be otherwise ? Ben longed to throw himself at
Caleb's feet, and declare his innocence; but it
seemed to him vain to expect that anyone would
believe his assertions, of the truth of which he
could give no proof. So he decided that he
must wait, and if possible recover the watch
before he could present himself to his master.
Could he have known all that was in Caleb's
heart he would probably have acted differently.
Caleb had made some trifling business an excuse
for again coming to London, hoping he might
chance to meet with the lad, who, guilty or not
guilty, he was prepared to receive with open
arms. He had been anxiously scanning the
A Vain Search. 57
face of every boy who passed in or out of the
market, till just as Ben came in sight, his gaze
had been diverted for an instant to admire a
choice basket of fruit to which an acquaintance
directed his attention, and which his gardener's
instinct inclined him to examine. He little
thought what was lost by that brief glance.
His business was concluded, and he had
already lingered long about the market, so
bidding the fruiterer "good-day," he quitted the
place, looking all around as he went with such a
searching gaze, that Ben feared it would pene-
trate to his retreat. But that was impossible;
and never dreaming how near he was to the boy
whom he sorrowfully sought, Caleb went on his
way. Ben's heart sank very low as he watched
Caleb's familiar form pass out of sight, and he
almost wished he had heard his master's voice
address him once more, even though it were to
upbraid and denounce him.
ap t **;. '
Beun's Toil is Rttuarded.
S soon as Caleb quitted the market,
Ben hastened to present himself
to the man who had employed
"Well, my lad, you've been
smart," said he, "and I'm glad of it,
for I've another job for you. And
what's more, if I find you an honest
industrious boy, I can give you work for a
couple of hours every day, if you care to do it."
Oh, sir, I shall be only too glad of it," replied
Ben, most thankfully.
Ben felt as if his worst troubles were over
now that he had obtained regular employment,
and that night he put aside, carefully hiding
them within his coat, a few pence towards the
eight shillings which he hoped to save. It was
no easy matter to save any of the little money
Ben's Toil is Rewarded.
he earned ; and in order to do so he had to stint
himself of necessary food, and be content to
sleep where he could of a night, often creeping
into an empty barrel at the market, or hiding at
the back of a stall. His life was very lonely,
for he refrained from fraternizing with any of
the numerous boys who frequented the market,
shrinking from the questions they might put to
him. Some of these boys were not slow to
resent his reserve, and vented their annoyance
in malicious pranks, which increased the dis-
comfort of his position. But he seldom suffered
their disagreeable ways to provoke him to anger;
and seeing how quietly he took their rough
jests, these young bullies very soon left him to
Ben found the hours of Sunday long and
tedious, and on that day his mind ever reverted
with sorrow to Caleb's home at Elmsleigh. On
his first Sunday after leaving his master, he
thought he would go to church as he had been
accustomed to do at Elmsleigh. He had often
found the service wearisome-when there, and
been angrily reproved by Mrs. Gaye for his
restless fidgetty ways; but oh, how he longed
now to be seated once more beside his master
in that dear old country church. But though
60 Caleb Gaye's Success.
he could not be with his loved friend, he
could pray to the same God and Father, and
thus gain comfort and strength.
Having washed his face and hands at a con-
venient pump, and made himself as tidy as he
could, though he saw with sorrow that his clothes
were getting shabby, and his shoes-shoes which
Caleb had purchased for him, and himself fitted
on to his feet, falling into holes, Ben set off
to find a church. He was unfortunate in his
choice, for he entered one to which few save
rich and fashionable persons resorted; and gaily
attired ladies drew aside their sweeping robes
as they passed him in the porch, whilst gentle-
men looked at him through their eye-glasses as
* if they wondered what right he had to be there.
Even the pew-opener seemed amazed at his
effrontery in presenting himself in that sacred
edifice, and stared at him for a moment in
amazement, before she rather snappishly directed
him to the free seats. Ben felt that he was
out of place, and did not enjoy the service,
which greatly differed from the one to which he
had been accustomed.
But when the preacher, a young man with
grave earnest face, stood up, and began in
-imole touching words to tell the story o. the
Ben's Toil is Rewarded. 61
Prodigal Son, Ben became strangely interested.
Not that his mind followed closely the line of
thought suggested by the preacher. The home-
coming of the prodigal busied his imagination
more than any other part of the sacred narrative.
By his own heart-yearnings he could understand
something of the lost one's joy, when he saw
the father whom he had forsaken and wronged,
coming to meet him and received his warm
embrace and loving welcome. Oh, that he might
meet such a loving reception from the master
whom he had never wilfully injured!
How would it be, Ben wondered, if he that day
returned to Elmsleigh; would Caleb run to meet
him, would he clasp his hands, and call him my
lad once more, or would he stand aloof and
regard him with cold accusing looks! Of Mrs.
Gaye, Ben scarcely thought; it was because' he
loved his master so dearly that he dreaded having
incurred his displeasure. He bowed his head in
the church, and a prayer went up from the depths
of his heart.
"O God, my Father, let him not think me
worse than I am," he prayed; and oh, help me
to get the watch, and go back to him, and may
he give me a kind welcome."
Ben went away from the church with a
62 Caleb Gaye's Success.
lightened heart. He did not attend another
service there. He found a quiet old church in a
back street, and the few worshippers who assem-
bled there were humble folk with whom he felt
at home; and to this he went every Sunday, and
its simple service was a blessed relief to both
mind and body. Sweet to his ears now was
every word that told of the Saviour's love. Ben
was trusting in Jesus wholly now, trusting in
Him for the forgiveness of his sins, trusting Him
to keep him from evil, and deliver him from his
troubles. And as he thus drew near to Christ
by faith he seemed to get nearer to the loved
master who had taught him about the Saviour.
As the winter advanced, Ben suffered much
from cold and hunger, yet he rigidly adhered to
his resolution not to spend upon himself a
farthing more than was absolutely necessary.
He had altered greatly since he left his comfort-
able home. Caleb would scarcely have known
the blue pinched face, and the wasted frame
which shivered in garments far too light for
the weather. He was daily growing weaker,
and he knew it; but he struggled on bravely,
exerting his strength to the utmost, and leaving
no means of earning money untried. When the
work of which he was certain was accomplished,
Ben's Toil is Rewarded. 63
he was always on the look-out for a chance job,
and not a little delighted, when by holding a
horse or carrying a parcel, he gained another
sixpence to add to his hoard. At night, when
he was by himself in a safe shelter, he would
open the packet hidden in his bosom, and count
the money it contained. Consisting chiefly of
coppers it was growing quite heavy to carry, yet
it still fell short of the required amount.
Ben often passed the pawn-shop in which his
master's watch had been deposited. He was apt
to linger about it, gazing at the collection of
articles which the window displayed, and longing
for the day when he should be able to walk
boldly in and claim the stolen watch.
j Tired and footsore he was standing thus before
the shop one bitter evening, not many days before
Christmas, when he suddenly felt something cold
and wet falling upon his forehead, and looking
up perceived that it had commenced to snow.
Ben shuddered as he thought how much snow
would add to his discomforts, but the next minute
he rejoiced, for a bright idea had occurred to
him. He held in his hand some coppers he
had earned, and with which he had been about
to buy some supper. Now he resolved to stay
his hunger with a half-penny roll, and with the
64 Caleb Gaye's Success.
remaining pence purchase a broom, for from
the fast falling snow and the look of the sky
he foresaw that there would be sweeping to
be done on the morrow.
The result justified his forethought. All night
long the pure soft snow fell impartially as God's
love on the homes of rich and poor, good and
evil, alike; and when morning dawned, even the
foulest slums and dingiest streets were trans-
formed into momentary beauty by the glittering
veil they wore. Ben was stirring betimes, and,
hastening to the squares, soon got employed to
sweep away the snow from the doorsteps. He
did a capital morning's work, and had earned a
nice little sum before he went to his employer at
the market. When he was at leisure in the
afternoon, he carried his broom to a much fre-
quented thoroughfare, and made a crossing there.
By this time Ben was very weary; his hands
and feet were numbed with cold, and his teeth
chattered in his head as he stood, brush in hand,
looking piteously at the passers-by without saying
a word. But his looks were more eloquent than
any appeal he could have made, and many kind
persons, touched with compassion, dropped pence
into his hand. Tired, and half-frozen, yet over-
joyed at his success, he quitted his post when it
Ben's Toil is Rewarded.
grew dark, and seeking a secure retreat began to
count his money.
What a heap of coppers he had gained, and
how rich he felt as he turned over his savings!
Carefully he added penny to penny lest he
should make a mistake. One, two, three, four
shillings he counted out, trembling with hope.
Five, six, seven,-oh, joy! there was exactly
eight shillings, just so much and no more !
With a cry of thankfulness, he gathered up
the money, and, forgetful in his eagerness of
weariness, cold, and hunger, at once set off for
i aigt WalM
t i ,'
nocent and hopeful as
nocent and hopeful as
REATHLESS from the
haste with which he had
sped thither, Ben arrived
at the pawnbroker's, and
stood eagerly waiting,
amidst a motley group
of persons, representing
various grades of misery
and depravity, not one
of whom looked so in-
the boy, despite his pale
wasted face, till it was his turn to receive at-
tention. Then he gave in the ticket, and placed
the money on the counter.
The pawnbroker-a disagreeable-looking old
man, whose yellow, wrinkled face plainly bespoke
his cupidity-eyed the boy suspiciously
A A~-:.' Walk. 67
"How did you come by this ticket ?" he asked
in rough grating accents.
I had it from Madge Sullivan, sir," replied
Ben, trembling with sudden fear, lest, after all,
She should fail to obtain the watch.
The man grunted. Madge Sullivan was one
of his best customers, and he was always ready
to receive whatever she brought without asking
any inconvenient questions. He was vexed at
having to resign an article which he had believed
would never be redeemed. Muttering to him-
self, he retired to the back of the shop, leaving
Ben in considerable trepidation.
But, after a few moments, he returned, holding
in his hands a large old silver watch, which Ben
recognized at a glance as his master's. Having
carefully counted, and examined his money, the
old man swept it into his till, and reluctantly
handed the watch to the boy,
Ben took it eagerly, and, hiding it in his
bosom, hurried from the place, as if he feared
some one would rob him of his treasure. As
quickly as he could, he got away from the close
crowded streets, and, turning into a quiet out-
of-the-way square, through which few persons
passed, he crept beneath a porch, and, taking the
watch from his breast, looked lovingly at it.
68 Caleb Gaye's Success.
He gazed at it for some minutes, scarcely able
to believe that he really had it in his possession.
It seemed almost too good to be true that
his long-cherished hope was realized, and that
there was nothing now to hinder his return to his
master. Surely Caleb would receive him kindly,
and forgive him all the trouble he had caused,
when he gave back the watch and explained the
story of its loss.
Ben was impatient for that moment to arrive.
He had lost all consciousness of fatigue and cold
and hunger, and felt unable to rest till he had
fulfilled his purpose. He looked at the clear,
cold, -star-lit sky, and asked himself why he
should remain longer in London. It was still
early, although daylight was gone. If he walked
rapidly, he might reach Elmsleigh before Caleb
had retired to rest. In an hour's time the moon
.would rise, and he should easily find his way by
its light. Influenced by his strong desire to get
to his former home, Ben imagined the road
thither to be far shorter and simpler than it
really was. So, without further debate, he at
once started on his journey, and, often running
in his eagerness, quitted the dreary place where
he had toiled and suffered. He had to walk
some miles before he got clear of London.
A Night Walk. 69
The long roads, with their straight lines of
houses, appeared interminable. Even after he
had reached the suburbs, where the snow, which
in the city'had long since turned to black slush,
still lingered in its purity, and trees on either
side of the road lifted their bare branches to the
wintry sky, it still seemed as if the houses would
never come to an end. At last, however, Ben
gained the open country, and hurried on, a
solitary little figure, in the midst of a snowy
landscape, which gleamed in the cold moonlight.
The pleasurable excitement which had given
new life to his wearied frame, and made him
oblivious of cold and hunger, had faded by this
time. His limbs trembled beneath him as he
pressed on along a road on which the snow lay
deep, and, soaking through his worn-out'shoes
chilled his feet till they lost all feeling. A keen
north wind blew in his face, making him gasp
for breath as he staggered on. Ben's heart beat
fast with fear, for a terrible dread had seized
him. He felt he had been foolish to start so
late in the evening. He was growing faint from
exhaustion, and he was yet some miles from
Elmsleigh. He could not struggle on much
longer in the face of this bitter wind. What if
he should fall by the roadside, and perish in the
70 Caleb Gaye's Success.
snow? How long would it be before they found
his body? he wondered.
Would Caleb gaze upon his senseless form,
would he recognize him, and would he find the
watch? Oh, how many such thoughts passed
through the boy's mind as he contemplated the
possibility of his journey ending in death. And
following in their train, came thoughts more
solemn. He recalled his past history, and many
a sin, lightly regarded at the time, now troubled
his conscience, as his young spirit, filled with awe,
tried to peer through the dark mists which shroud
the Gate of Death. But he remembered that
Jesus had died for him, that Jesus had made
atonement for his sins, and in his distress he
cast himself on the help of the One mighty and
ready to save.
On that lonely road, far from any human
helper, he prayed more earnestly than he had
ever yet prayed, beseeching the Lord mercifully
to enable him to hold out to his journey's end,
that he might at least have the joy of looking
upon the home he loved, and of hearing his dear
master's voice address him tenderly once more,
even though, spent with fatigue, he should die at
that master's feet. But whatever might await
him-whether life or death, joy or sorrow, Ben
A Night Walk. 71
prayed the Lord to watch over him and give
The heavy fall of snow had quite altered the
appearance of the country, and missing some
familiar land-marks Ben did not know where he
was. With step gradually growing feebler, and
faculties benumbed with cold, he staggered
blindly on. He felt that it was impossible to
walk much further. Rest he must have, even if
he sank into fatal slumber in a snowdrift.
He had given himself up for lost, he had
resigned all hope of meeting his master again,
when suddenly the sound of a church clock
striking eleven fell upon his ear and roused him
from the lethargy into which he was falling.
FamiFar was the sound to Ben's ears, for the
chimes were from the belfry of Elmsleigh church,
and he was assured of the fact by seeing but a
little way before him the lights of the village.
The sight gave him fresh courage, and re-
animated his fainting body. He tottered on,
passed through the village feeling more dead
than alive, till making a final effort he reached
Caleb's cottage, and with trembling fingers tried
to open the gate.
He lifted the latch in vain : the gate was
locked Ben made but one attempt to push
72 Caleb Gaye's Success.
the gate open. Then incapable of any further
exertion, he sank on to the ground uttering a
faint cry. Crouching against the gate he knew
that all was now over. Here he must yield up
his young life. And as he passed into a state of
unconsciousness, Ben felt strangely content with
his position. If indeed he must die, it seemed
well to die here, close to his dear master, who
would surely understand all, and think no hard
things of him when his lifeless body was found
stretched on the threshold.
tsn is at iome one more.
ALEB GAYE sat alone by his
fireside. His wife had gone to
bed, for it was long past their
usual hour for retiring to rest.
But still he lingered below, al-
though the fire had fallen low in
the grate, and the intense cold of
the outer world was beginning to make itself
felt in his snug sitting-room.
Caleb was in a meditative mood, and appa-
rently his meditations were of a sorrowful
nature, for he heaved a deep sigh as he knocked
the ashes out of his pipe and lose from his
He slowly walked to the window, and drawing
aside the curtain looked out at the starry sky
and snowy earth.
He shivered, as the frosty wind, sweeping
74 Caleb Gaye's Success.
against the house, blew through the window-
chinks. "What bitter weather it is !" he said
to himself, with another sigh; "Ah, I wish I
were sure that my poor Ben is as comfortably
housed this night as I am. May the Lord watch
over him and keep him from evil wherever he is."
So saying Caleb turned away, and taking up
the candle which stood on the table, was about
to extinguish it, when he was startled by a low
growl from a small black terrier which lay on
the hearth-rug. This dog Caleb had taken into
his home since Ben's departure, Mrs. Gaye
having considered her property insecure with-
out such a canine protector from thieves and
The animal had been sleeping peacefully, but
now some slight sound, which his master could
not detect, disturbed his repose.
"What is the matter, Dash?" asked Caleb,
as the dog uttered a louder growl, and pricked
up his ears in a way that plainly intimated that
something was amiss.
Dash replied by breaking into a furious bark,
and rushing wildly to the door.
What is it? some stray dog or cat got into
the garden ? said Caleb, as he opened the door
through which the dog sprang into the passage.
Ben is at Home once more. 75
"Never mind, Dash; they can do no harm to
anything to-night, you know."
But whatever the nature of the intruder, Dash
had no mind that he should remain unnoticed.
He barked louder than ever, and threw himself
with all h;s might against the house-door, then
turned to his master as if asking him to open it.
"What can have come to the dog ?" exclaimed
Caleb to himself. "Surely there can be no one
outside. Yet it might be so. Anyhow I'll let
Dash have a run." He slowly unbolted the
door, Dash standing by in a state of the greatest
excitement. As soon as it was unlatched, the
dog rushed into the garden, and barking fiercely
flew towards the gate.
Caleb followed him to discover the cause of
this disturbance. His heart leaped in his bosom
as he suddenly perceived in the clear moonlight,
a little figure huddled on the snowy ground
against the gate. Ere he could reach his side
Caleb knew that it was Ben. Calling the dog
off, he sprang forward, and lifting the boy ten-
derly from the earth, clasped the poor frozen
form to his bosom, and bore him to the house.
So cold and motionless was the lad that Caleb
feared that he was dead.
Oh, my boy, my poor Ben!" he cried, as
76 Caleb Gaye's Success.
he placed him on the rug before the fire, and
began to chafe his icy hands; "have you come
home but to die?"
The familiar tones roused the boy from the
stupor in which he lay. He opened his heav-
e\ es, and met his master's loving gaze. A loom
of joy lit up his face. "Master, dear master,"
he murmured low, adding after a moment, as he
with difficulty raised his hand and touched the
front of his coat. I have it here-all safe "
Then, unable to utter another word, he re-
lapsed into unconsciousness.
By this time, Mrs. Gaye, who had been roused
by Dash's vociferous barking, appeared on the
scene. She was much astonished at the spec-
tacle which met her eyes, and all her womanly
compassion was stirred when she saw the state
in which poor Ben lay. She hastened to get
him something warm, and with her husband's
help soon had Ben comfortably placed in a
cosy bed. The boy seemed insensible of their
kind services; and though he sometimes opened
his eyes and looked at them, there was no recog-
nition now in his gaze. As Caleb removed
Ben's coat, grieved to think how little it could
have screened its wearer from the bitter wind
something heavy fell from it on to the rug.
Ben is at Home once more. 77
Caleb stooped to see what it was, and to his
astonishment beheld his watch. "Look, look,
Jane!" he exclaimed as he lifted it from the
floor, and stared at it in bewilderment, scarce
able to believe that he saw aright; the lad has
brought back my watch. You see he is no
thief, after all!"
Beyond an exclamation of surprise his wife
said not a word. Mingled emotions kept her
silent. As Caleb had formerly assured Ben,
Mrs. Gaye had a kind heart though her ob-
stinate temper sometimes restrained her from
obeying its dictates. She was now keenly
touched by the sight of Ben's half-starved con-
dition, and as with unusual tenderness she minis-
tered to his comfort, conscience reproached her
with having treated him too harshly in the past.
But she was not yet prepared to acknowledge
that she had accused Ben unjustly. He might
have stolen the watch, and, afterwards repenting,
been moved to restore it.
Mrs. Gaye was, nevertheless, much puzzled
by the re-appearance of the lost article, and
longed for the time when Ben should be suffi-
ciently recovered to explain the mystery.
It was long before Ben could give the desired
explanation. The effects of that night's ex-
78 Caleb Gaye's rSuccess.
posure were not easily shaken off. He continued
insensible all night, and Caleb watching with a
father's love beside his bed, caught no word or
look of recognition. Towards morning symptoms
of fever appeared; and soon the boy lay tossing
in delirium, uttering from time to time words
which conveyed to the listeners some idea of the
hardships he had experienced since he quitted
their home. A doctor was called in, and every
measure adopted that might conduce to the lad's
recovery. Ben could not have had a kinder or
more skilful nurse than Mrs. Gaye proved. She
exerted herself to the utmost on his behalf, being
anxious to atone for her former severity. For
many days it was doubtful how the fever would
More than once it seemed as if Caleb's words
would prove true, and the boy had only come
back to die. But at length the watchers' eyes
were gladdened by seeing a change for the
better in the sufferer's condition. The fever
subsided, and slowly, very slowly, health and
strength returned to the wasted frame. Thank-
ful indeed was Caleb, when Ben was pronounced
out of danger, but not more thankful than his
wife. She had become completely reconciled to
the boy, and had even learned to love him during
Ben is at Home once more. 79
the hours in which she watched beside his bed,
and nursed him with true womanly compassion.
She was prepared now to listen to his story
without suspicion, or unkind criticism of his
conduct; and when at last he was strong enough
to tell how the watch had been stolen, and how
by brave toil, and patient endurance, he had
managed to regain it, she was even more affected
by the touching narrative than Caleb was, and
made quite a hero of Ben.
Ben found the period of convalescence, usually
so tedious to invalids, quite enjoyable, for after
his painful experiences it was sweet indeed to
breathe such an atmosphere of love as that
which now surrounded him. Nor did his happi-
ness diminish, when, restored to health, he
resumed his former tasks.
Mrs. Gaye's manner towards him never re-
lapsed into the harshness and suspicion which
had formerly marked it. From the time of
his illness he was regarded by Caleb and his
wife as a son, and he repaid with warmest
gratitude the love and confidence they gave him.
Working diligently for his beloved master,
Ben became in time an excellent gardener, and
proved in every respect the success which Caleb
had prophesied he would be. The benefits
80 Caleb Gaye's Success.
conferred on him were not bestowed in vain.
The wild flower which Caleb had uprooted from
a rough stony soil, and planted in the garden
of his home, grew and flourished, bearing sweet
blossoms of love, which gladdened the gardener's
eyes even when they had grown dim with age.
Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost,
Taught by Thee, we covet most
Of Thy gifts at Pentecost,
Holy, heavenly love.
Love is kind, and suffers long;
Love is meek, and thinks no wrong;
Love, than death itself more strong:
Give us heavenly love.
Faith will vanish into sight;
Hope be emptied in delight;
Love in heaven will shine more bright:
Give us heavenly love.
Faith and hope and love we see
Joining hand in hand agree;
But the greatest of the three,
And the best, is love.
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