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"SPECIAL-JUST OUT, MUM!"
UPS AND DOWNS,
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THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY:
56 PATERNOSTER Row, AND 65 ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD.
I. THE LADY IN THE BLACK BONNET 3
II. JOE'S CHRISTMAS FEAST 10
III. AN ORPHAN 16
iv. A FRESH START .25
V. JOE JOINS THE VOLUNTEERS 31
Vi. HIGHER UP THE LADDER 39
VII. A WOUNDED SPIRIT 48
'III. JOE BREAKS HIS BONDS 52
Ix. DUPED 58
X. IN THE DEPTHS 65
xi. A GooD SAMARITAN. 72
UPS AND DOWNS.
THE LADY IJN THE BLACK BONNET.
LOBE! Evening Standard! Echo!
special edition Echo! shouted
the ragged newspaper boys, as
they jostled one another and
the passers-by, one cold Novem-
ber evening, at the corner of a
crowded thoroughfare in London.
Presently an omnibus stopped
to put down passengers; among them
was a lady who was plainly dressed
in black, and wore a neat straw bon-
net. Her face was stamped with the
imperishable beauty of goodness, and
one could hardly look at it without feeling that
it was the face of a good woman.
The lady was well known at that busy corner,
and on descending from the omnibus she was
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immediately surrounded by the clamorous ur-
chins, with their cries of Globe. Evening Stan-
dard! Echo / special edition, special edition; here
you are, mum, special edition!" and half a dozen
papers were thrust into her face. The lady
stood still, and looked into the eager, dirty faces
"No, no," she said, shortly, waving the bigger
boys away. "I take the little boy's paper."
A very little boy, even more wan and ragged
than the rest, with a pinched white face and
large bright eyes, rushed forward.
The lady took the Echo, and gave him a half-
penny, which he pocketed in a business-like way,
and was running off in search of another cus-
tomer, when the lady stopped him.
Are you hungry?" she said.
Yes, mum, please, mum," answered the little
fellow, in an indifferent tone, as though it was
quite a matter of course that he should be
Go to that stall, and get a cup of hot coffee
and something to eat," said the lady, as she
put a coin into the child's hand.
He looked at the money for a moment, and
when he discovered that it was a real silver
sixpence he whistled with supreme delight, and
then gave the lady one of the brightest smiles
she had ever seen. That smile thanked her
better than any words could have done. She
lingered a minute or two to see what the boy
"I'll see you across the road, mum,"he said, hold-
ing up his ragged little elbow for her to lean upon,
The Lady in the Black Bonnet. 5
"No, thank you," she answered, feeling much
amused at the idea of being protected by such a
tiny champion. Go and get your coffee."
Joe was by no means unwilling to. obey, and
proceeded to the coffee stall without further delay.
For twopence he got a large cup of steaming hot
coffee and a roll; and he treated his companions
to a cup of coffee and a roll between them,
and then put the twopence change in his pocket.
Joe had been earning his own living too long not
to have learned provident habits.
Miss Goodman went home to her cheerful
fireside with much better appetite for her own
dinner from the fact that she had helped to feed
one hungry fellow-creature that bitter night.
She was up betimes the next morning, and at
the corner, waiting for the omnibus, soon after
eight o'clock. There were not many people in
London who worked harder than that good lady.
But little Joe was there before her, with his
white pinched face and little red nose, running
up and .down, and trying to get a little warmth
int-) his poor bare feet. The moment he saw his
friend he ran up to her with his usual cry.
Telegraph! Standard/ Daily Necws! here you
are, mum. Daily News ? yes, mum, thank you,
mum; and oh! please, mum, I did have such a
jolly hot cup of coffee last night, and another
"I'm glad of that," said the lady, as she
climbed into an omnibus, and was whirled off.
Joe stuck faithfully to his corner day after
day; he was so bright and quick, and so very
little, that he excited compassion and sold more
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papers than most of the boys; but still it was a
very scanty living that he managed to earn, and
many and many a night he went to his miserable
lodging both cold and hungry. But there was
one customer Joe was always sure of, and that
was the lady in the black bonnet.
So it came to pass that in the course of time
a sort of understanding was established between
these two, and the other paper boys always drew
back when the lady in the black bonnet appeared;
they knew she only dealt with little Joseph.
One night Miss Goodman got out of the
omnibus with a large parcel; Joe immediately
ran up with his "Globe! Echo here you are,
mum, special edition !"
The lady bought her paper, and tucked that
and her parcel under her arm.
"Please, mum, may I carry your parcel?"
asked the boy.
"Yes, if you like," answered she; "but if
you do, I must carry your papers; y6u cannot
So the two exchanged burdens, and trudged on
side by side.
"What is your name ?" asked the lady.
"Joseph Giles, please, mum," replied the boy;
"but they always calls me Joe."
"Where do you live ?" asked she.
"Nowhere in partickler," replied he; "I gets
a lodging where there's room."
But have you no father or mother ?"
"Father he died long ago, and mother she's
in the 'orspital, please, mum."
"Is she very ill ?"
The Lady in the Black Bonnet. 7
"Yes, dreadful ill, please, mum. She coughs
awful. She's got a consumption," Joe answered.
Do you go to school?"
Yes, to the night-school sometimes."
Can you read ?"
Only just a little; there's such a lot of us,
and such a noise, we can't learn much."
Should you like to know how to read ?"
Shouldn't I just ?-that's all!" answered Joe.
By this time they had reached the lady's
house. She gave a loud ring, and the door was
opened by a neat, smiling servant-maid. The
servant took the parcel from Joe, and the lady gave
him back his papers, and sixpence for his trouble.
Would you like some bread and cheese ?"
"Yes, mum, please," answered Joe.
So he was told to sit down in the hall while
the servant fetched him some bread and cheese.
While Joe was waiting he stared about him
with all his eyes. He had never been in such a
house as this before; to him it appeared quite
splendid. The floor was all covered with oil-
cloth and mats, and the stairs with bright red
carpet; there was a lamp hanging from the
ceiling, which made the whole place look warm
In a few minutes the servant appeared again
with a good plateful of bread and cheese. She
put them down beside the boy, saying,-
Don't make a mess in my clean hall," and
she walked away with a supercilious air. She
did not like dirty people: perhaps she forgot
that she had once been cold and hungry and
even dirty herself,
JOE IN THE HALL.
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The Lady in the Black Bonnet. 9
But little Joe did not trouble himself about the
servant; he set to work to enjoy his supper, which
he did most thoroughly. When he had finished
he sat still, wondering what he was expected to
do next; but before he had made up his mind
his head began to feel heavy, for he was very
tired, and in a few minutes he was fast asleep.
He slept soundly for about an hour, when he
was startled by a voice exclaiming,-
Who in the world is that ?"
Joe jumped to his feet and rubbed his eyes;
he could not remember in the least where he
was, for he had been in a deep sleep. The place
looked quite strange to him, and there were two
strange ladies standing before him; one an old
lady with a shawl wrapped round her, the other
a younger lady, but without her bonnet. Joe
did not recognize his friend till she said,-
"Why, it is the poor little paper boy !"
Then he remembered all that had happened,
and began to hunt for his precious Echoes and
his torn cap. Having found these treasures, he
said, in his matter-of-course tone,-
"I'm sorry I went to sleep in your house,
mum, but I was so very tired. Good-night,
Good-night, Joseph," said Miss Goodman as
she shut the street-door after him.
I do think it is very imprudent of you to
take in street boys like that," said her mother.
"I hope he has not stolen anything."
Not he, mother; I am sure that boy has an
honest face," replied the daughter, who thought
well of every one.
JOL'S CHRIITMA5 FEAST.
T T was Christmas time, the season when we
K are all supposed to rejoice, and we are apt
-2 to think that, for one day at least, everyone
is well fed. But there was no feasting for poor
Joe; indeed for him it was rather a more bitter
fast than usual; he hardly sold any papers, and
was only able to buy one dry roll to stop the
cravings of hunger, for he always had to keep
enough money in his pocket to buy his stock of
papers on the following morning.
It did not seem as though the glad tidings
of great joy" could be for poor Joe, as he
wandered along the half-deserted streets on that
cold Christmas night, a miserable, unsheltered,
uncared-for waif in the great city of London.
The child was unusually wretched on that par-
ticular night, and the tears were slowly rolling
down his hollow cheeks, for he was thinking of
his mother, the only person for whom he felt
any love, or who had ever shown any love for
him in this wide world. He had been to see her
in the hospital the day before; and, used as he
was to the sight of suffering, even his childish
eyes could see that she was very, very ill. Her
voice was so weak and faint that she could
Joe's Christmas Feast.
scarcely speak; and after a violent fit of cough-
ing she panted so much that little Joe thought
she was dying. When he kissed her and said
good-bye she whispered to him to be sure to
come the next visitors' day, for very soon he
would not be able to see her any more.
Little Joseph was thinking of all this, and it
made a great lump come in his throat, and his
heart felt very sad. Indeed, he felt so miserable
that he went quite early to his lodging-house,
and there gathered his few rags about him and
sobbed himself to sleep on the dirty bed.
He had to be up by five o'clock the next
morning, so as to go to the City for his papers,
and be at his corner by eight o'clock. This
was Boxing Day; and, though the streets were
crowded all day long with holiday-makers, no
one seemed very anxious about the news, and
Joe had another bad day, for none of his usual
customers made their appearance.
It was getting dark, and he was beginning to
feel very hungry, for he had had little to eat
during the last four-and-twenty hours. He was
tired of shouting Echo! special edition !" and
by way of variety he was standing with his nose
flattened against the window of a cookshop,
staring fixedly at a dishful of slices of cold
plum-pudding, with a large ticket stuck in the
centre, marked One Penny "
Two gentlemen were strolling along the street,
enjoying their cigars. One of them pointed to
the figure of the ragged little boy.
"What a glorious feast that child is having
in imagination said he.
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His companion had a good-natured expression
of countenance. But what a lean and hungry
look! he exclaimed. "I've a .great mind to
make it a feast in reality. Look here, little
chap," he went on, touching Joe on the shoulder,
"you go into that shop, and eat up this shilling.
Now don't you dare to come out till you've spent
every penny of it."
Joe hesitated, he did not quite understand the
Are you hungry ?" he asked.
"Yes, please, sir," replied Joe.
"But it does not please me, sir," said the
gentleman. Take this shilling and spend it
in that shop. Eat all that you can get, and
don't save a penny. Do you understand? "
"Yes, sir, please, sir," repeated Joe, who lost
no time in darting into the shop and asking for
a slice of that there plum-pudding."
The gentlemen waited to see how the boy
would spend the shilling, and they had the
satisfaction of seeing him devour twelve slices
of cold plum-pudding one after the other.1
By the time he had performed this feat it was
too late to hope to sell anymore papers, so Joewent
to his lodging, having, for the first time in
his life, eaten as much as he could manage.
Consequently, he slept so heavily that he was
late at his corner the next morning, and so
missed his friend in the black bonnet.
It was more than a week before the lady spoke
to Joe again; she was generally in such a huri'y
that she had only time to buy her papers and
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run off; but on the second evening of the New
Year she was so struck by the sorrowful expres-
sion of the little boy's face that she stopped to
ask him what was the matter.
For answer he began to sob something about
"Poor child! is your mother dead?" asked
Not yet, mum; but I went to see her yester-
day, and she says she is dying," replied Joe,
between his sobs.
".Would you like me to go and see her?" asked
Miss Goodman, after a moment's consideration.
Oh, yes, please, mum," replied the boy, at
once checking his sobs. Somehow he had begun
to look upon this lady as a being who could help
him if she would.
After a few more words it was arranged that
Joe was to call for his friend and take her to the
hospital on Sunday afternoon, as that was a
It seemed to Joe as though the few remaining
days of that week must have had twice as many
hours in them as most days; but they passed
at last, and Sunday came. Joe did his best to
make himself look tidy; but his efforts were not
very successful, his ragged clothes were beyond
improvement; but he did manage to wash his
hands and face, and when his toilet was com-
plete he set out for his friend's house.
As they walked towards the hospital Miss
Goodman asked Joseph many questions about
himself. He told her he had never had any
friend but his mother, that she had always been
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kind and good to him; but that since she had
been in the hospital he had had to support
"Do you always speak the truth ?" asked the
"Oh, yes, mum Mother says it is very
wicked to tell stories."
"And I hope you are a good honest boy, and
never take what does not belong to you ? "
Oh, no, mum! Mother says it is very
wicked to steal."
I am glad you have such a good mother."
Yes, mum; she is a regular good one, she is."
Joe was evidently well known at the hospital,
and he had no difficulty in taking his friend to
his mother's bedside.
Joe's mother was very like her son; she had
just the same large eager eyes and pinched look,
only her face was a great deal more wasted and
hollow than her little boy's. She smiled very
sweetly when she saw him, and held out a thin
"This is the lady wot I told you about,
mother," said the boy.
The poor woman looked hard at the lady and
said, Thank you, ma'am, for your goodness to
him. Poor child! You have a kind face;" she
seemed too weak to say more.
Miss Goodman sat down beside the bed and
talked to the poor woman for a while very kindly
and gently, and left her, promising to come again
the following Sunday.
The next Sunday the poor woman seemed
much better; she was sitting in her bed propped
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up by pillows; there was a bright colour on her
cheeks, and a brilliant light in her eyes.
I am glad to see you looking so much
better," said Miss Goodman; "perhaps you will'
get well again when the warm weather comes."
No, ma'am; I shall never be well again in
this world. And, except for my poor boy's sake,
I would rather go; it has been but a sad world
to me; and I am afraid it will be sadder still for
him, poor child, without a friend in it to care
for him. I often think it would be better if he
could come too; but God's will be done."
I will try to be a friend to your boy," said
Miss Goodman, earnestly; I cannot i.,e il:,- a
mother to him; but I can try to be a friend."
"God bless you, ma'am, for the thought!
You have a good face, and I am sure you mean
what you say."
The two had a long earnest talk-the poor
sick woman, whose journey was so nearly over,
and the other, who was still fighting bravely in
the midst of life's battle.
Mrs. Giles looked forward quite calmly and even
gladly to death, for she believed humbly that,
through her Saviour's love, she would rise to a
glorious resurrection. Her only anxiety was about
her boy, for besides herself he had not a friend in
Again the good lady solemnly renewed her
promise to the dying woman to be a friend 'to
little Joseph, and to do what she could to make
him grow up a good man.
NOTHER week went by. As Miss Goodman
was returning from her church on Sunday
Morning she saw a little figure crouching
up against the wall at the corner of the street.
On coming nearer she found it was the little
paper boy sobbing violently.
"Why, Joe," she said, "what's the matter?"
But Joe only sobbed for answer.
"Is your mother worse ?"
Yes, mum. I went on Friday night, and she
is dead, mum!"
Poor child poor child !" said the lady, in a
compassionate tone, and laying her hand kindly
on the ragged little shoulder. "It is very hard
for you to lose her, but you must try to remember
that she is gone to a better place, and that she
will never have to bear any more hunger, or
pain, or sorrow. She is gone to a beautiful,
happy place, and you must try to follow her
there. If you are a good boy and love God, you
will go there some day and see her again."
The kind words comforted the poor orphan,
and the lady took him to her house and gave him
a good dinner, and let him spend the rest of the
day by the kitchen fire. He was so worn out
with crying that he slept nearly all the after-
noon, so he was not much in the servants' way.
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Before Miss Goodman went to church in the
evening she sent for Joe, and told him that she
had promised his mother to be a friend to him.
"Yes, ma'am; mother told me so the last
time as ever I saw her."
"And I mean to keep my promise, Joseph."
"Yes, mum; mother said she was sure you
would, and it made her die quite happy like."
"Well, Joseph, you are to come here every
Sunday morning and spend the whole day with
us. I will give you some tidy clothes, and send
you to church and Sunday-school; that would
please your mother, I know."
"Yes, mum," said Joe, rather dubiously; he
was not quite sure how he would like going to
church and school every Sunday.
"And you are to come here two evenings in
the week, and my mother will hear you read. I
am too busy to teach you myself. Come next
Tuesday evening at seven o'clock; don't forget."
Joe was not likely to forget; and he was
waiting outside the house long before the clock
struck seven on Tuesday evening. At the very
first stroke he stood upon tiptoe and gave the
bell a lusty pull.
Joe was shown into the dining-room, where the
old lady was sitting beside a cheerful fire.
Now, Joseph," said she, "I cannot have
anything to do with dirty people, so I have some
clean clothes for you here; take them down-
stairs, and you will find a tub full of hot water
ready in the back kitchen; you are to give
yourself a good wash all over, and put on these
new clothes. Tie your old rags up in a bundle,
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and throw them away. Mind you never come
into this house with them again."
Joe took the bundle of new clothes, and went
down to the back kitchen, and there-for the
first time in his life, I suppose-gave himself a
good scrubbing all over. Then he dressed him-
self in the clothes the kind old lady had given
him-a warm flannel shirt, an old jacket, and
a pair of knickerbockers she had begged of a
friend, a pair -of knitted stockings, and a good
stout pair of boots.
"Well," said old Mrs. Goodman, when he
made his appearance at last, how do you feel ?
You don't look like the same boy. Now let me
hear how you can read."
She found the boy was but a poor scholar, but
he was by no means stupid; the words he did
not know he guessed at, and so managed to
make some kind of sense of what he read.
When the lesson was over he had some bread
and cheese, and was told to come again on Friday.
Joe's companions at the street corner hardly
recognized him when he made his appearance
the next morning in his new clothes. They asked
him a hundred questions, and teased him a good
deal; but Joe conciliated them by giving them
his bundle of old things. It was a queer collec-
tion of rags, but these poor street boys looked
upon it as quite a treasure, and were a long time
dividing the spoils.
From that day Joe was looked upon as a great
man, for all considered that his fortune was
made. He still worked as hard as ever at his
vocation of selling papers; but he was no longer
An Orp7Lan. 19
in danger of dying of cold or hunger, for he was
comfortably clad, and he was sure of a good meal
three times a week; for he now went regularly
to his kind friend, who earnestly wished to fulfil
her promise to his dead mother.
"How does the boy get on, mother?" she
asked one night.
Not very well, I am afraid," replied Mrs.
Goodman. "You see, he is generally so tired
and sleepy by the time he comes here that he is
far more fit to go to bed than to learn lessons."
"Yes, poor child, no doubt. Do you know,
mother, I have been thinking a great deal lately
about that boy, and the promise I made to his
mother. It was a very solemn promise, and,
please God, I wish to fulfil it to the best of my
ability. I cannot say I have been much of a
friend to the child yet, and I have been thinking
we might clear out the little attic and put up a
bed, and he could sleep there and go to school
every day. What do you say ?"
"Just as you like, my dear," replied Mrs.
Goodman, who seldom opposed her daughter's
schemes; but what will the servants say ? Of
course he will have to live in the kitchen."
They are good-natured girls. I am sure they
will try to make him happy," said Miss Good-
man, who gave every one credit for having as
kind a heart as her own.
She was not long in putting her ideas into
execution; and the very next day she bought a
little iron bedstead, with mattress and everything
complete, and a little washing-stand. These
articles were conveyed up to the attic, which had
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been well scrubbed by the not very willing maid,
When all was ready the good lady went out to
the corner where she knew she should find the
boy. As she was waiting for him on the kerb
of the crowded thoroughfare she was much im-
pressed with the dangers of Joe's calling. He
had to dash into the road time after time to
sell his papers, and even while watching him she
was startled to see a lady and her little girl
almost knocked down by a Hansom cab. Yet
there he was, bravely enough, running after all
the passers-by with his cry of "Echo! Echo!
special edition. Globe! Evening Standard!"
Miss Goodman stopped him.
Where are you going to sleep to-night ?" she
I dunno, mum; if I can get another penny
I shall go to the place in Hart Street,"-replied
he. They give us bed and breakfast there for
sixpence. I slept there last night."
How would you like to have a little room and
a bed all to yourself, and go to school every
day ?" said the lady.
"I dunno, mum," answered the boy, truth-
fully. "I get so tired at school."
"But you would not get tired if you went to
school in the day, and did not have to run about
and sell newspapers, would you ?"
"I s'pose not, mum."
"Do you know what a promise means, Joseph?"
You know that when you make a promise
you ought to keep it, don't you ?"
An Orphan. 21
Well, you know that I promised your mother
to be a friend to you; and I do not think I
should be keeping it if I let you spend your life
running about in the streets; so I am going to
take you to live in my house, and send you to
school every day. Will you come and try to be
a good boy, and learn all you can ?"
"Yes, mum," replied the boy, looking at her
with eyes full of wonder; he could not take in
all that she meant, and he did not know how to
express his thoughts.
Come along, then," said the lady.
Joe began to follow her passively; then she
Have you left anything at the lodging-house
in Hart Street?"
"Mother's Bible is there, mum; and the
pockey-handky what the old lady gave me, as I
keeps for Sundays."
We will go and fetch them, then. You show
me the way."
They reached the lodging-house in a few
minutes; a dirty, squalid place it was. The
landlady recognized Joe at once, and asked him
in a loud whisper if the lady with him was a
Sister of Mercy.
"I dunno," said Joe, who had no very clear
idea what sort of an individual a Sister of Mercy
I am going to give the little boy a lodging in
my house, and send him to school," said Miss
Goodman; "and we have come to fetch his
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"Well, I'm glad to hear of his good fortune,"
replied the woman; he's as decent and honest
a lad as ever run the streets, that I will say for
him-always paid his money regular, and never
gave me ill chat. I wish there was more like
him. There's his book, which I've took the
greatest care of. Would you like to see the beds,
mum? More comfortable beds, or a better
breakfast, is not to be had for the money in the
whole of London, that I'll be bound."
She led the way up a rickety, dirty staircase
into a long, low attic, where there was a row of
what she called beds all along the floor, quite
close to each other. There was a dirty brown
blanket and a pillow to each one.
It gets nice and warm at nights, when they're
all in it," said the woman; with pride.
I dare say," replied Miss Goodman. Even
then the place felt horribly stuffy and close, and
she was glad to make her escape.
"I think you will like your new lodging better
than that, Joe," said Miss Goodman, as they
turned into the street again.
"Yes, mum," replied Joe, who was clutching
his one earthly treasure, his mother's Bible,
which was tied up in his Sunday pocket-hand-
kerchief. He walked along in a sort of dream,
wondering what was going to happen to him next.
The next thing was that he found himself
eating bread and cheese in a warm, bright
kitchen, where two smart young women and two
cats were seated comfortably before the fire.
The young women were talking to each other
in an undertone, and Elizabeth, the housemaid,
An Orphan. 23
was casting very angry glances at the intruder,
who was seated at the other end of the table and
who managed to enjoy his supper in spite of her.
Presently a bell rang, and Elizabeth gave
herself a stretch, and went upstairs. While she
was away the cook told Joe he might come to the
fire and warm his toes.
He approached timidly; he felt far more
frightened of these servants in the kitchen than
of the ladies upstairs.
"If you are going to live with us," said the
cook, you must just do everything you are bid,
and make no mess, and I dare say we shall get
on well enough. You are to go to school in the
day, and help me at night, you know."
Yes, mum," said Joe, humbly.
Mistress Cook was, on the whole, not at all
unwilling to have the boy, for she knew that if
he proved willing and obliging he might save her
many a dirty job.
In a few minutes Elizabeth returned with a
very angry face. She took down a tin candle-
stick and stuck a candle into it all awry. Take
that, and go along up to the parlour," she said,
with a flounce. A pretty pass things are coming
to But I'm not going to stand it, not I!"
Joe meekly took up the candlestick, but directly
he moved it the candle toppled over, at which
the housemaid called him a clumsy brat." He
picked up the candle and managed to make it
stand straight in the socket, and went up to the
The ladies were sitting there, and they spoke
kindly to the boy, and told him they hoped he
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would be a good boy and be very happy with
Joe did not know what to say or how to say it,
so he answered nothing, but stood staring with a
stolid look of indifference on his face. The fact
was he felt dazed.
"I dare say you are sleepy; I will show you
your room," said Miss Goodman, as she lighted
She led the way up three flights of stairs and
into the little room. Now, Joseph," she said,
"my house is to be your home, and this is your
room. I mean to be a good friend to you if I
can; and I hope you will try to be a good boy,
and grow up a good man."
"Yes, mum, I will," said the boy, readily.
"And now I want you to make me a promise;
and if you make it I believe you will keep it.
Will you promise me every night and morning to
kneel down and pray to God to take care of you
and make you a good boy, so that you may meet
your mother in heaven at last ?"
"Yes, mum," said Joe, gravely; "when I
lived with mother she always made me say my
"Well, good-night, and God bless you!"
When the boy was left alone he looked round
the room; he could hardly believe it was to be his
own. There was everything any reasonable boy
could want. A nice little bed in the corner with
a strip of carpet beside it; a chair, a washing-
stand, with soap and towel all ready, a shelf, a box,
and a row of pegs, and a little looking-glass hang-
ing against the wall, and a brush and comb.
A Fresh Start. 25
He stared about him for a few minutes, and
then remembered the promise he had just made.
So he knelt down and said the few simple words
of prayer his mother had taught him, and
tumbled into bed. And there Miss Goodman
found him, fast asleep, when she came in to take
a last look before retiring herself.
A FREPH PTART.
T was some time before Joe could get used
to his new regular life. The first thing he
was expected to do every morning was to
wash himself well; and this washing was the
trial of his life, for he hated cold water, and
was always trying to shirk it. As soon as he
was dressed he had to go to Miss Goodman to
be inspected; and if he did not look thoroughly
clean and tidy, he was sent upstairs again.
And he was not allowed to have his breakfast
till his appearance was such as she approved.
After breakfast he went to school, came home
to dinner in the middle of the day, and went to
school again in the afternoon. In the evenings
he cleaned the boots and knives, and helped the
cook in many ways; and she and he soon be-
came capital friends. On Sunday he went to
the Sunday-school, and to church in the evening
with cook. This was his treat, for he was very
fond of going to church; he liked so much to
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look at the beautiful building, and listen to the
And so the weeks passed on, one just like
another; and Joe soon'began to take everything
as a matter of course, as children so easily do,
and even to find fault and be cross if things
were not to his mind; and then he would fancy
that he was better off when he was his own
master and used to run about the streets all
day, and sometimes all night too, and no one
troubled whether he was good or naughty.
Once he played truant, and instead of going
to school wandered about the streets, looking
into the shop windows. When he left home in
the morning he made up his mind he would
never return, for Miss Goodman had given him
a scolding about his dirt; but by the time night
came, and he had to make up his mind where he
would sleep, the thought of his clean, comfortable
bed at her house was too much for him, and he
found his way back and rang timidly at the bell.
The door was opened by the housemaid
Elizabeth, who had never quite forgiven Joe for
coming out of the streets.
"Where have you been, you young vaga-
bond?" she said. "A fine way missus is in,
I can tell you! you'd better go and show your-
self at once."
But Joe was more disposed to slink off to bed
without showing himself, and was creeping
noiselessly upstairs, when Miss Goodman came
out of the dining-room.
Is that you, Joseph ?" she said. Come in
here, and tell me where you have been."
A Fresh Start.
Joe went in, feeling very frightened and
"Where have you been all the day ?" re-
peated Miss Goodman.
"Looking at the shops," replied Joe, who had
never told a story.
"And why did you look at the shops instead
of going to school?"
"I'm tired of going to school and being
scolded," muttered he.
"Are you unhappy with us ?"
Joe made no answer.
"Would you rather go back to the streets
and get your living by selling papers, as you
used to do?" asked Miss Goodman, gravely.
"I do not wish to keep you here against your
will, but if you stay with me you must obey me.
Would you like to go back to your old lodging
in Hart Street to-night ?"
"No, mum," said- Joe, beginning to sob; I'd
rather stay here, please, mum; I'm very sorry."
"There, there, don't cry !" said Miss Good-
man; go to bed now, and be a good boy in
future; and if you want a long walk, you may
go on Saturday afternoons; but you must ask
So Joe went to bed, and never again attempted
to run away from his comfortable quarters.
Joe was quick at learning, and not at all idle,
and he earned a very good character at school,
He stayed there till he was fourteen years old.
During that time he often had to be scolded and
punished; but he never once told a falsehood or
took a thing that did not belong to him. Miss
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Goodman never regretted having taken him into
her house, and felt quite satisfied with him in
every respect; but now that he was fourteen
she thought it high time that he began to work
for his living again,. He had a fancy to go back
to his old work, so she at last succeeded in
getting him a place at a bookstall in a railway
station. His old experience helped him, and he
was so quick and honest, and sold so many
papers, that he was very soon promoted and sent
to a larger station, where he earned better
Upon the whole he liked selling newspapers
better than going to school; he still lived with
his kind friends, and so was able to put by the
greater part of his wages in the Post-office
savings bank. .Miss Goodman thought it better
for him to be a little self-dependent, so she
made him buy his own clothes- now; but kind
Mrs. Goodman always kept them neatly mended
for him, and made them last as long as possible.-
Perhaps these quiet years were the happiest
in Joe's life; he did his best to serve his master,
and was honest, truthful, and upright; he had,
too, a comfortable home and kind friends willing
and able to help him in any troubles or diffi-
culties. Miss Goodman and his kind Sunday-
school teacher often spoke to him of better
things than these, of the life that is to come,
and of that Friend who sticketh closer than a
brother, and whose love is a better portion than
any earthly good.
At times the boy would be quite softened
when he listened to the tale of that wonderful
A Fresh Start.
love, and he would make up his mind to give
his heart to Jesus; but again and again the
impression wore off; and though, upon the
whole, he was what people call a very good
boy, yet he had not that love for God which
is the great and indeed the only safeguard
And now Joe was really to be put to the test,
for after a time he was declared to be too big
to run about with newspapers and magazines at
a railway station, and he had to look out for
"Never mind, Joseph," said Miss Goodman,
when he told her that he had received warning;
" we must ask God to guide us, and something
else will come, in His good time."
But this lady only expected to be guided, she
did not expect to have things put into her hands
without seeking for them; so she set to work at
once to try to find some employment for Joe,
and soon a friend who kept a printing-office
offered to take the boy into his service.
Joe went first for a month on trial, and gave
such satisfaction that he was then engaged as a
regular workman, at very good wages.
As he was now earning quite enough to
support himself, and as he had to be at the
office at irregular hours, sometimes very early
in the morning, and sometimes half through the
night, Mrs. Goodman and her daughter thought
it would be better for him to take a lodging of
his own. Joe was more than willing, for he
still thought it would be a grand thing to be
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Miss Goodman found him a comfortable little
room at a poor widow woman's, named Jones,
whom she knew to be thoroughly respectable,
and a kind motherly woman too.
Joe's few belongings were moved to his new
quarters, and he once more started life on his
"Remember that you are always to look
upon this as your home, Joseph," said Mrs.
and Miss Goodman, on the lad's last night.
" Whatever trouble you may get into, come to
us, and we will befriend you. I hardly like
letting you go even now, but I believe I can
trust you. I know you wish to be a good boy,
and try to serve God."
"Yes, mum," said Joe, in a choking voice.
"And you are always to spend your Sundays
with us, remember, and to bring your clothes
here to be mended; and come whenever you
like in the week evenings, the oftener the better.
In fact, as I said before, this is still your home.
Good-bye! God bless you, my boy! I shall
always pray for you, but you must never forget
to pray for yourself."
And he did make this fresh start with a
sincere and earnest determination to work hard
and keep steady. He gave his whole mind to
learning his new trade, and, as he was quick
and intelligent, he got on well, and was often
commended by the foreman, who predicted that
he was just the sort of lad to make his way in
When he received his wages on Saturday
night, the first thing he always did was to pay
Joe Joins the Volunteers. 31
his landlady. Then he went "home," as he
still called Mrs. Goodman's house, to fetch his
clean clothes, and to give her a shilling or two
to put by in the Post-office for him, for she kept
his savings-bank book.
On Sunday he went, looking smart and clean,
to church, where he generally met one of the
servants, and walked home with her to dinner.
Then he went to the Sunday-school class for
older boys, and in the evening again to church,
or for a walk in the parks, if it happened to be
a very fine evening, for he had little time in the
week for taking exercise.
This was the life Joe now led, and Miss
Goodman felt thankful to see him so quiet and
steady, for she thought she had little to fear for
JOE JOINS THE VOLUJITEER,.
HE workmen in Mr. Delwar's printing-office
were a remarkably steady set. Joe was
one of the youngest, and they treated him
very kindly, and everythingwent on well for a year
or so. All Joe's friends praised him, and he began
to think himself quite a remarkable sort of fellow.
and to fancy that he never could be led astray.
But after he had been at the printing busi-
ness about a year, a new "hand was engaged.
He was a good-looking man, some years older
than Joe; and he soon began to be on friendly
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terms with Joe. Joe was flattered by his at-
tentions, for he had never yet had a grown-up
man for a friend. The other workmen had all
made a sort of pet of him, and treated him
quite as a youngster; indeed, he generally went
by the name of "the young 'un." But this
new man, Snell, treated Joe quite on an
equality, and singled him out from the rest,
whom he called a set of old fogies.
Snell had several friends of his own style.
They all seemed very jolly and good-natured,
and often asked Joe to join them in an even-
ing stroll. Of course, he could not go out with
such fine company in his working clothes; so
he used to run into his lodgings, and slip on
his best suit, which Miss Goodman had given
him for a New Year's present, on purpose to
go to church in, and which hitherto he had
strictly kept for that purpose.
But somehow, even in his Sunday suit, Joe
did not feel satisfied with his own appearance.
His clothes were so very plain and quiet, and
every one of his new friends had some article
of mock jewellery, or bit of finery, about him.
Joe often looked with envious eyes at Snell's
flashing pin, and longed for one like it. Snell
soon noticed these longing glances, and one
evening he said, in an off-hand way, "This is
a pretty pin, isn't it ? But, in fact, I'm getting
tired of it; I'd sell it cheap."
"Yes, it is a beauty."
"Well, if you fancy it, now, I'd let you have
it a bargain-say half-a-crown, and that's dirt-
cheap," said Snell.
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Joe looked grave. He very much coveted
the pin, but half-a-crown was a long price-
nearly two weeks' savings, for he could only
manage to put by eighteenpence a week for his
"No, I can't afford it."
"Can't afford it! Oh, that's nonsense;
Look here, I see you want the pin; so I'll
say two shillings, and take one shilling this
week, and the other next," answered Snell.
Joe thought it would be ungracious not to
accept such a generous offer, so he pulled out
his shilling and got possession of the pin.
This was Saturday night, and he could not
resist the temptation of sporting his finery on
Sunday. He stuck it into his neck-tie when
he dressed for church, and felt a very fine
gentleman indeed. As usual, he went to Miss
Goodman's to dinner, and went up to the
dining-room to speak to her in the afternoon.
She asked him how he was getting on and a few
other questions, and then said,
"And have you brought your money for the
"Yes, mum," he replied, turning very red
as he handed her sixpence. He had contrived
to keep his back to the window up till this
moment, but now he was obliged to face the
light, and his glass pin at once caught the
Only sixpence !" exclaimed Miss Goodman.
"How is that? Have you had to buy any
clothes this week ?"
"Yes, mum," said Joe, in a confused tone;
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he knew quite well that his friends here would
not approve of his purchase.
And what have you bought ?"
"Oh-only a little thing I wanted."
At this moment the lady looked up and
caught sight of the flashing pin.
You don't mean to say you've been spending
your money on that trash !" she said, as she
laid her hand on it.
Joe, still more confused, made no answer.
"What did you pay for it ?"
"Only two shillings. I got it cheap from one
of the men," answered Joe.
"Two shillings! it's not worth sixpence;
nothing but brass and glass! Well, Joseph,
I hope you will not spend any more money on
such trumpery; if you think it improves your
appearance, you are vastly mistaken; it makes
you look common and vulgar. Never wear it
when you come here, please; and if you take
my advice you will never wear it again at all."
Poor Joe felt deeply mortified; and he never
wore his pin again when he thought there was
any chance of meeting his friends from home."
A little while after this Snell said to him one
day. "It would do you a world of good to have
a little drilling, old boy. Why don't you be-
come a volunteer? Look at me. I was as
puny a little chap as you before I joined a
corps;" and he stuck out his great chest, and
drew back his broad shoulders, and certainly
looked a fine, well-grown man.
It was quite true that Joe was a puny little
chap ;" he had never recovered from the effects
Joe Joins the Volunteers. 35
of being half-fed when a young child, and still
had a stunted, half-starved look, like so many
Snell did not speak the truth when he said
he owed his fine development to being a volun-
teer; he owed it to having been brought up as a
child in pure air and on plenty of wholesome food,
though no doubt drilling had done him good.
I should like to be a volunteer very much,"
"Well, then, I will introduce you to our
captain. We begin drill next week; it's a
capital thing for young men."
"I will speak to my friends about it first,"
Snell gave rather a mocking laugh, and
muttered something about being tied to a
woman's apron strings.
However, both Mrs. and Miss Goodman quite
approved of Joe's idea of joining a volunteer corps,
and agreed with Snell that a little drilling would
do him a world of good. So the matter was
settled, and the following week he was introduced
to the captain and had his name enrolled.
Joe thought he had never looked such a man
in his life as when he first donned his uniform.
He went home to display himself, when he was
first much admired in the kitchen and then in
the dining-room. He did look very nice in his
light grey suit, set off by scarlet facings and a
little cap set knowingly on the side of his head.
Miss Goodman thought that perhaps she had
been rather severe on him about the pin, so she
tried to make up by praising him heartily now.
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"I'm sure you will make a first-rate volun-
teer, Joseph," she said, kindly; "only go on,
my boy, as you have done, and I shall always
be proud and pleased;" and then she gave him
Joe was delighted; there was nothing that
gave him so much genuine pleasure as a little
praise from these good ladies, for he knew in
his heart that they were really his best friends.
So he went away full of spirits.
He much enjoyed the drilling, and it did him
good too; he soon lost the stoop in his shoulders,
and learned to walk erect and with a manly
stride. If volunteering had consisted only of
drilling, it would undoubtedly have been a very
good thing; but it did not end there. After the
drill the men, naturally enough, went off to-
gether in groups; and of course Joe joined
Snell and his friends. These friends were all
what they called "jolly good fellows." 'The
drilling made them feel rather tired and rather
thirsty, and so they too often turned into a
public-house which stood dangerously near the
Up till this time Joe had entertained a virtuous
horror of sitting in public-houses, and had never
in his life taken too much drink. The first few
times he was asked byr his comrades to spend an
hour in the parlour of The Rifle he steadily
refused, saying he had an engagement, and he
spent the evening in the kitchen at Miss
Goodman's, where he was always welcome.
But one night after the drill, Snell got Joe by
the arm, and was turning, as a matter of course,
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THE YOUNG VOLUNTEER.
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into the door of "The Rifle." Joe tried to
unlink his arm, and said Good-night."
"Why, where are you going, old fellow?"
"I'm going home for the night."
Going home Don't be such an unsociable
fellow; come along in with us for an hour.
We won't eat you, and you needn't drink a
drop if you don't like. It can't hurt you just
to sit and have a chat. You'll never get on in
the corps if you are so unsociable."
Joe thought it could not hurt just for once, so
he turned in with the rest; and as he did not like
to be the only one to take nothing, he called for
a pint of beer. This was all he drank, but some-
how the noise and the fumes of drink and tobacco
gave him a headache, and he slept so heavily
the next morning that he was late at church.
From that time Joe went into The Rifle"
with the others after drill as a matter of course.
He never got drunk, but he soon learned to
drink a good deal more than he had ever done
before. And, for the sake of not being laughed
at, he learnt to smoke. These extravagant
habits of course cost money, and it was very
seldom now that he had more than a shilling
to give to Miss Goodman at the end of the
He scarcely ever went to her house now
except on Sunday; he made the excuse that
the drilling took up all his time; and, as his
friends had never known him tell a falsehood,
they believed him.
"Joe has grown much more manly since he
joined the volunteers," said Miss Goodman to
Higher up the Ladder. 39
her mother, one Sunday after Joe had said
"He may be more manly," replied Mrs.
Goodman, "but there's something about his
look I don't quite like. I hope he is not
growing dissipated. Some of those volunteers
are a wild set."
Oh, I can trust Joseph; he is such a good,
steady boy; he would not be led away by bad
companions, I'm sure," said the daughter. See
what a good character Mr. Delwar gives him."
Well, I hope you are right, my dear; but
I certainly don't quite like the look of his eyes."
Mrs. Goodman seldom left her arm-chair
now; and she had formed a habit of looking
at people and thinking over them; and her
conclusions were generally correct.
HIQHEf UP THE LADDER.
NE evening Mr. Delwar called on Miss
Goodman to inquire more particularly
about Joseph Giles's character.
"He seems a hard-working, steady lad," he
said; "but I should like to know if he is tho-
roughly honest, as I think of putting him into
a post of greater responsibility, where he might
at times have to be trusted with money."
"I believe him to be thoroughly honest,"
replied Miss Goodman ; indeed, for my own
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part, I would trust him with money without
any fear ; for during all the years he lived in
our house he was never once known to tell
a lie or take the smallest thing that did not
belong to him; and I think that is saying a
good deal for a boy picked up out of the streets,
as he was."
"It is indeed," replied Mr. Delwar; and as
you give him such a good character, and he is
quick and intelligent, I think I will promote him
to a place in the counting-house which has just
I do not think you will repent it," said Miss
Goodman. "I believe we can trust Joseph."
"Well, I hope so, for his sake as well as my
own. This new post will be a fine opening for
him, if he only takes advantage of it; it was
in that capacity that I first entered the office
myself; and I offer it to the boy because I know
you take such a deep interest in him."
Miss Goodman thanked Mr. Delwar very
heartily, and again assured him that she had
every confidence in the boy.
The following morning Joe was sent for into
Mr. Delwar's private room. He obeyed the call
with fear and trembling, for he fancied he was
going to be found fault with. He had never
neglected his work, but still his conscience was
not quite easy as to the way in which he had
been going on lately.
You are Joseph Giles ?" said Mr. Delwar, as
he entered his room.
"How long have you been in my service ?"
Higher up the Ladder. 41
Over. two years, please, sir."
"Yes, two years and five weeks," said Mr.
Delwar, referring to a book at his side. "And
I find that during that time you have never
been late or disorderly, or shirked your work."
No, sir," said Joe, beginning to feel relieved.
"Well, just sit down there and copy out this
page of accounts and add it up. Don't hurry,
but do it as well as you can."
Joe sat down to his task, wondering very
much what it all meant. When he had made
his copy he handed it to Mr. Delwar, who just
glanced at it and said,
"With a little practice you would write very
well. I will look over it at my leisure; you can
go back to your work."
The next morning Mr. Delwar again sent for
Joseph Giles, and told him that he was going to
give him a month's trial in the counting-house,
as his copy of the day before had been found
well written and quite correct.
"Your wages will only be a shilling a week
higher at first," said Mr. Delwar; but if you
are steady and persevering you will have a capital
opening; indeed, few young men in your posi-
tion get such a good start in life. I offer this
place to you out of regard to your kind friend
Miss Goodman, and because she gives you a
good character, which I have every reason to
believe you deserve."
Joe tried to thank his master, but only
managed to blush and stammer a good deal,
for he was not eloquent.
"Thank Miss Goodman," said Mr. Delwar,
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"for you owe everything to her; I trust you
will never disappoint her. You had better call
to-night, and tell her you are to be promoted."
After Joe was in the counting-house his work-
ing hours were quite regular, and he had his
evenings to himself. Miss Goodman lent him
some useful books, and advised him to study;
but when his work was over, he felt much more
inclined to amuse himself than to study, and I
am sorry to say he had already learned to look
upon the parlour of "The Rifle" as the most
amusing place he could go to, for there he was
sure to find one or two of his comrades in
the volunteer corps, and they were nearly all
good company, and had plenty of stories and
He did not happen to meet Snell till Saturday
afternoon at the drill, but as soon as the drill
was over Snell came up to him and said,
"I suppose you are getting too proud to
speak to old friends now you are a clerk in a
"No, indeed," said Joe; and the two walked
off arm in arm, and of course dropped into
"The Rifle," where Snell treated the whole
party to drink Joe's health. He was very fond
of treating people to drink. The health was
drunk with three times three, and then Snell
said Joe ought to stand treat himself. So Joe,
not liking to be behindhand in generosity,
ordered something all round. So the evening
wore away in loose talk and needless drinking,
and Joe went staggering home, trying to sing a
song. He tumbled into bed without saying his
Higher up the Ladder. 43
prayers, as he had done too often lately. He woke
up with a splitting headache.
As he came out of the office on Monday even-
ing, the foreman of the printing-office was
lingering outside the door. He was an elderly,
most thoroughly respectable man, named Beal.
He was a teetotaller, and did all he could to
influence the men working with him for good.
Joe just said, Good night, Beal," and was
hurrying on, when Beal followed him, and laid
his hand on the young man's shoulder.
"It's a fine night, will you take a turn with
me, young man ?"
"Yes, if you like," answered Joe; "I've
nowhere particular to go."
Beal had always been a kind friend to Joe
ever since he came to the office, but somehow
Joe had rather avoided him lately.
After a few passing remarks, Beal began to
talk to him very seriously.
My poor lad," he said, I have been think-
ing a great deal about you lately, and watching
you, too; and I feel it my duty, before Almighty
God, to warn you. I'm afraid, my boy, you are
getting into bad company, and forsaking the
right way. You must not be angry with an old
man for speaking plainly, but I've seen a deal
of the world, and I know what the struggle is." '
"I don't know what you mean," muttered
Joe, who never liked to be reproved.
"Nonsense; your own heart must tell you
that you've been different ever since you took
up with Snell and joined the volunteers; you've
given yourself up to pleasure."
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"And why shouldn't a fellow that works hard
all day have a little innocent pleasure at night ?"
said Joe, repeating one of Snell's maxims.
"Innocent pleasure is good enough, but sit-
ting in a public-house, muddling away your
wits with drink and smoke, is not innocent, my
lad; it's a wicked waste of God's good gifts, and
I want to warn you before it's too late. I know
the world and its temptations, "and I know
that there is only one thing that will keep
a young man like you straight, and that is the
love of Christ. Oh, young man, if you only
knew the pleasure that love gives you, you
would never seek for any other. Just give your
heart to Him, my lad, and ask Him to lead you
every hour of the day, and you cannot go wrong.
If I hadn't done it long, long ago I might have
been in jail, or worse, by now. Just think of all
the blessed Lord has done for you, and try to
love and serve Him in return."
The old man pleaded earnestly for a long time,
and Joe was softened.
"But I'm not going wrong, Beal," he said.
"You may trust me. I have once or twice taken
a drop too much, perhaps ; but I have quite
made up my mind never to do it again. Don't
trouble yourself about me; I'm all right."
"Unless you give up bad companions, I'm
afraid you'll soon be all wrong. You are no
stronger than the rest of us, and if you trust
to your own strength you will fail."
I can take care of myself, thank you," said
Joe: "and I'm sure I don't know who are my
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"That man Snell is one," said Beal. "I
don't wish to speak evil of anyone, but I'm sure
he's not a safe friend for a young fellow like you."
Snell has always been very kind to me."
"Was he not the first person that ever took
you to a public-house ? "
"Well, and if he was, he did no hqrm."
"Well, well," said the old man, sadly; "it's
no use arguing with you, I see. All I can do
is to pray for you; but remember this, my lad,
I mean no unkindness. Old Beal will always be
ready to befriend you. It just breaks my heart
to see a good, steady lad like you led astray. I
must speak, boy; I should get no rest if I held
my peace. If you would only give yourself to
the Lord, what a fine soldier of the cross you
would make, to be sure! and how much good
you might do! But we must wait the Lord's
time, I suppose."
Beal was an earnest Christian, and it grieved
him to the very heart to see young men giving
themselves up to the world, the flesh, and the
devil, instead of taking the easy yoke and the
light burden of the Saviour.
It was quite true that Joe still wished to keep
himself steady and respectable; he had not the
least intention of going wrong. Probably none
start with that deliberate intention. But he put
himself constantly in the way of temptation,
trusting only to his own strength to resist it;
and little by little he was led astray.
We cannot follow Joe step by step; but old Beal's
warning proved in vain, and the unhappy boy
yielded himself more and more to evil influences.
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He had vainly imagined that he was strong
enough to go night after night to a public-house,
where every one around him was drinking hard,
and still remain sober and steady; but he found
himself vastly mistaken, and often and often he
returned to his lodgings at midnight with a
reeling step and with empty pockets.
But he still worked well at the office, and
seldom missed going to dine on Sunday at Mrs.
Goodman's, though he generally made some
excuse for leaving early in the evening instead
of going to church. And though his wages were
higher he brought less than formerly to be
added to his store in the savings bank. Miss
Goodman often spoke seriously to him about
this; but he generally gave some apparently
good reason for spending more. How grieved
the good lady would have been had she known
where the money really went!
Joe rather dreaded these remonstrances ; and
one day he said that he would be glad to have
his Post-office book himself, as he wanted to
draw some money to buy a new coat, and no one
but the depositor can draw money.
"I will go with you to buy your coat," said
Miss Goodman, in her kind heart intending to
purchase some little gift for the lad.
Thank you, ma'am," said Joe, stammering,
as he generally did when embarrassed; "a friend
at the works has promised to take me to a shop
at the East End, where things are very cheap."
This was the first lie Joe had ever told his
"Oh, very well," replied she. "I hope you
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are careful to make good friends, Joseph. Bring
back your book next week."
Yes, ma'am," said he.
But Joe did not bring back his book next week;
he did not come at all. He had made up his mind
to keep his book in his own possession.
He came again in a fortnight, and when Miss
Goodman asked for the book he said he had
forgotten it, but that he had put by his savings
himself. From that time he always did forget
it; and at last Miss Goodman gave up asking
for it. She did not want to worry the lad.
"And perhaps, as he is a man now, and
supporting himself respectably, it is better to
trust him entirely," she said to her mother.
I hope he is supporting himself respect-
ably," answered Mrs. Goodman. "But I like
his looks less and less ; his eyes are getting quite
bloodshot; I hope he is not learning to drink."
Oh, mother! I could not believe such a
thing of Joe; he was always so steady. I met
Mr. Delwar the other day, and he says Joe is
so good at the office that he is going to promote
him another step."
Being thoroughly convinced of his honesty,
Mr. Delwar did promote Joe again, and gave
him another rise of a shilling a week in his
wages. Part of his new work was to pay bills
and collect accounts, so that a good deal of his
master's money passed through his hands; he
was always found to be scrupulously exact in
his accounts, and being quick and sharp, he stood
a very fair chance of further advancement.
A WOUNDED SPIRIT.
R. BANKHEAD, the gentleman who took the
class for older boys in the Sunday-school
that Joe attended, was an intimate friend
of Miss Goodman, and he had taken a special
interest in the orphan. One evening Mr. Bank-
head dropped in to see Mrs. Goodman and her
daughter; he very much enjoyed a chat with
these good ladies.
"By-the-bye," he said, "I am sorry to find
that Joseph Giles has left Mrs. Jones's lodgings.
Do you know why he did so? "
Left Mrs. Jones's lodgings exclaimed Miss
Goodman. You are surely mistaken "
I am sure I am not mistaken," replied Mr.
Bankhead. "You don't mean to say that he
has not told you ? "
"Not a word; but how did you find it out ?"
"Why, he has not been at all regular at the
class on Sunday afternoon lately; and when
the boys are absent two or three Sundays run-
ning, I make it a rule to look them up, for fear'
they should be ill. Well, according to my rule, I
called at Jones's lodgings the other day. The
first thing I noticed was a ticket in the window,-
'Room to let.' That looks strange,' thought I;;
but I knocked at the door, and asked if Joseph
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Giles was at home. 'Giles!' repeated a girl,
who opened the door; 'why, sir, he left this house
a month ago or more.' Do you know why he
left?" I asked. 'No, sir,' said the girl. 'Mother
didn't tell me nothing about it.' And that was
all the information I could get: the girl did not
even know his address."
"Most extraordinary," said Miss Goodman;
" he never told us a word about it. He did not
come last Sunday; but he is sure to come next,
and then I will ask him."
Joe did come next Sunday, and Miss Goodman,
as usual, sent for him.
Well, Joseph, and how are you getting on ?"
Oh, first-rate, thank you, ma'am; had an-
other rise in the office."
Somehow his way of speaking to the ladies had
grown much less respectful than it used to be.
I hear you have left Mrs. Jones's lodgings.
I do not think you should have done that with-
out consulting me," said Miss Goodman.
Joe turned very red ; he had wished to keep
his move a secret; but he thought the best way
now was to put on a bold face.
Oh, yes! he answered, trying to appear
unconcerned; "I left some time ago."
But why did you leave her without consult-
ing me ?"
Well, you see, ma'am, we couldn't get on.
Mrs. Jones is such a fidget."
She is a thoroughly kind, respectable woman;
and I am vexed that you should have left her.
I think you had much better go back to her."
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Indeed I could not go back to her; she was
not at all kind to me. I have taken a room
with a friend, it is much more economical; and
I have a larger room too. We share expenses,
and it comes much cheaper."
But Miss Goodman did not feel at all satisfied,
and determined to inquire further into the
"What is your present address? she asked.
Joe gave his address, and then seemed anxious
to be off; he did not want any more questions.
The next day Miss Goodman called on Mrs.
Jones; and she heard a story that disappointed
and grieved her to the very heart. Joe had so
often come home late and the worse for drink,
that Mrs. Jones had constantly remonstrated
with him, and that had made him angry. Then
he had got behind with his rent. "And you
see, ma'am, I am a poor widow," she went on,
" and I could not afford to lose my rent. He
got further and further behind, and at last I
told him he must pay me or I should go to you.
That seemed to frighten him; for the very next
Saturday he paid me all he owed me, but paid
he-could not afford to live here any longer. So
he packed up his things and was off. I'm
afraid he's taken up with bad companions,
ma'am; he's that altered lately that I assure
you I was glad to get rid of him. Only it really
grieved me to see a good, steady fellow, as he
used to be, so changed."
But why did you not come and tell me ?"
asked Miss Goodman.
"Well, you see, ma'am, I didn't like to make
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mischief between you. I knew you were his
friend; and far be it from me to try to turn you
From Mrs. Jones's Miss Goodman went to
Joe's new address. It was a good-sized house,
with "Lodgings for single men" painted on a
large board outside. Miss Goodman did not
like the look of the house or the landlady, who
said, Yes, sure enough, she had two young men,
Giles and Snell, living with her; but they were
both out now, and had the key of their room."
Miss Goodman returned home with a sad
heart. She was convinced now that her boy
was going on the downward path, and she felt
powerless to prevent him. She determined to
have a very serious but kind talk with him the
But he did not come the next Sunday, nor for
many following Sundays. If he called at his
old home at all, it was when he knew Miss
Goodman would be out, for he dreaded to face his
old kind friend who always spoke faithfully.
As Miss Goodman had not seen Joe for many
weeks, she wrote him a long and very kind
letter, and begged him to come on the following
Sunday, when he should be received as of old.
No answer came to this letter, and on Sunday
afternoon the good lady was quite in a fever of
excitement, expecting the boy; but the after-
noon and evening wore away, and no Joe
appeared. A day or two after the letter was
returned through the dead letter office, with
" Not known there written across the address.
It was evident that he had moved again.
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We can only pray that he may be brought to
a better mind," said she, sorrowfully. "I did
not think Joseph would have treated me so; but
he knows that he has always had a welcome here,
and some day he will return. I can do no more
now;" and from that time she seldom spoke of the
boy. Every one knew it was a painful subject.
JOE BREAKS HIP BONDS.
oE found Snell a very good-natured and
amusing companion for a fellow-lodger;
but somehow, instead of spending less than
he used to do when alone, he often found that he
had barely enough to meet his weekly expenses.
However, Snell was a free-handed fellow, and
always ready to lend his companion a shilling or
two, or to treat him at the public-house. But
he was equally ready to borrow when in need.
"One good turn deserves another," was one of
his favourite maxims.
The first Sunday in their new lodgings they
both lay in bed very late; but Joe rose first,
dressed himself carefully, and then ate a bit of
cold meat and bread, and was gbing out with
pome books under his arm.
"Hallo, old fellow! where are ycu. off to ?"
"To Mr. Bankhead's class," answered Joe,
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At this Snell burst into a roar of mocking
laughter, and declared he did not think Joe was
such a fool as to spend Sunday afternoon in
going to school like an infant.
"Why, man, are you going to be a baby all
your life ? If so, we'd better feed you on pap,
They are all fellows about my own age at the
class," said Joe.
"Yes, I've no doubt! Sweet innocents, go to
Sunday-school, and learn pretty hymns But
seriously, old boy," he went on quite gravely,
" I do think you are beyond that sort of thing by
this time. I went to Sunday-school myself when
I was a child; but I confess I should feel rather
out of place there now. As it's such a fine day,
I was going to propose a trip to Greenwich in
the steamer; but of course if you go to Sunday-
school I must give it up. A fellow doesn't care
to go alone."
So the weak-minded Joe yielded, and thought
that perhaps Snell was right, and that he was too
much of a man to go to Sunday-school any longer.
Nearly every Sunday after, Snell had some
scheme of pleasure to propose; and Joe was too
weak to resist the temptation, though at first
he generally started with an uneasy conscience.
But in time he got- over that weakness, and
threw himself into the pleasure heart and soul.
One Sunday, however, Snell went out early
alone; so Joe took the opportunity of going to
his friend's, as he could do so without being
laughed at. As we have seen, he had never told
her that he had changed his lodgings, and he
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was quite taken aback when he found she knew
it. He did not want to offend Miss Goodman,
but he also wanted to keep friends with Snell;
and, as every one else does, he found it hard to
serve two masters.
When he reached his lodgings that night he
found Snell there before him. He looked at Joe
for a few minutes, and then said, kindly-
"What's up, old boy? You look terribly
down in the mouth."
With a very little persuasion Joe told all that
had happened; but Snell only laughed, and said
it was not worth troubling about.
"You are earning your own living, and are
not dependent upon any lady for anything now.
Surely you are at liberty to change your lodgings
if you choose."
"Yes, of course I am," said Joe, doubtfully.
I'll tell you what it is," said Snell, you are
frightened of those fine ladies. If I was in your
place, I'd keep clear of them for a bit, and show
that I was a man, and would not be led by the
nose by a lot of women folk."
This jarred upon Joe, and he said they had
always been very kind to him; but he never told
Snell that he owed them everything.
On Monday night Snell and Joe returned from
their work together. They met their landlady
at the house door, and she at once told them
that a person had been there inquiring after them.
"I'm not going to have none of them black
cattle infesting my house, and so I tell you," she
went on. "A woman in a poke bonnet asking
all sorts of questions about my lodgers, indeed !
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I'll not stand it. I thought she was going to
force her way into your very room. If the likes
of her is going to come here again you'd better
clear out at once, so that's plain. I can get as
gooe lodgers as you any day, and better too."
So she's been hunting you up, old fellow,"
said Snell, when they reached their room.
" Well, I wouldn't be badgered in this way; and
I think we'd better take advantage of the land-
lady's warning, and move next week."
They did so; and now Joe strictly avoided
Mrs. Goodman's house and neighbourhood.
Snell's words had poisoned his mind against
his best friends, and he really began to .think
himself a very ill-used person, because they per-
sisted in looking after him. So he determined
to follow Snell's advice, and shake himself clear
of them altogether. He was quite determined
to be his own master; and it is almost needless
to say that he had long ago given up asking
help or guidance from his Heavenly Father.
Snell settled the account with the landlady
every week, and told Joe how much he owed
him; and Joe always paid it without making
any remark, though he did sometimes think the
money went very fast. But he was really afraid
of Snell, for all his good nature, and was in
greater bondage to him than ever he had been
to any one before.
One day Joe was sent out to collect the money
for a number of accounts which were due. He
was given a list of all the places he was to call
at, and was told to receipt the accounts if the
money were paid.. The sums he had to collect
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were all small ones; but there were so many
that altogether they amounted to a good deal.
It took him a long time to go the round; and
when he returned, with a bag full of money, he
saw the office shutters were up, so he went
straight to his lodgings. Joe had always been
so exact that the head clerk, who was tired and
anxious to get home, thought he could trust him
to bring the money in the morning.
So Joe returned to his lodgings with his bag
of money, which he intended to lock up in his
box immediately, He thought he would not
mention to anyone that he had so much money
in his keeping, as he did not know what sort of
people there might be lodging in the house.
He went in, and found the foom dark and
empty. He lighted the gas, and unlocked his
box ready to receive the monoy. But he thought
he had perhaps better count it before he locked
it up; so he poured all the money out upon the
table, and made it up in little heaps. He was
so absorbed while doing this that he never heard
the door open, and quite started when he looked
up and saw Snell standing watching him with a
strange glitter in his eyes.
Why, I never heard you come in. How long
have you been there ?" asked Joe.
Not a minute. You seem to have a good
haul of silver there, old boy."
Yes," said Joe; "I have been counting it to see
that it was all right. The office was shut, soI could
not pay it in to-night;" and with that he returned
the money to the bag, and locked it in his box.
He could not help feeling vexed that Snell had
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come in just then; but Snell made no more
remarks about the money, and presently proposed
that they should go out.
But Joe declined, and for once studk to his
point. He did not mean to leave the room with
the money in it; so Snell went out alone.
Joe lighted the fire and sat down to read; but
it was so long since he had taken up a book that
he had quite lost his taste for reading, and he
could not fix his attention. He found it dull
work sitting there alone, and was quite glad
when Snell came in after an hour's absence.
"What! keeping watch still?" he said.
"What has put it into your head to mope at
home like this ?"
"I don't like to leave all that money in the
house," said Joe. We don't know who the
other lodgers are."
No one knows anything about it, old boy;
it's safe enough. But if you feel uneasy about
leaving it, why not put it into your pocket, and
carry it with you? No one would suspect you of
being worth robbing, old fellow."
So as Joe was getting very dull he yielded, put
the money into his breast-pocket, buttoned up
his coat, and tried to hide the swelling caused by
the money-bag with his large knitted comforter,
the work of kind old Mrs. Goodman.
That's right, old fellow !" cried Snell, eyeing
him approvingly. "You are safe as the bank
now. It's a happy thing to be free from re-
sponsibility. You see, I never have the care of
money to trouble me."
"Well, I shan't be troubled long," replied
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Joe. "I shall pay this into the bank as soon as
ever it is opened to-morrow morning."
"On your way to the office, I suppose?"
"No ; the bank does not open till ten."
By this time they had reached their favourite
haunt, The Rifle public-house. Snell was in
almost boisterous spirits; he would insist on
treating every one; and he sang comic songs,
and made himself very amusing.
Joe never forgot his treasure for a moment, and
was determined that nothing should induce him to
drink too much that night; so he only sipped his
beer instead of taking long draughts, as the rest
did; but for all that it had a strange effect upon
him. Feeling this, he took courage to rise and
say it was getting late, and he should go home.
"All right, old fellow," said Snell, nodding.
"I shall follow you in half an hour."
o Joe left the merry party and went home,
feeling that he would do anything to get to
bed and to sleep.
He had not been in many minutes, and was
just returning his money-bag to his box, when
Snell came in. He did not speak, but sat down
at the table and buried his head in his hands.
"Anything the matter ?" asked Joe in a
"Nothing wrong with me, old boy," answered
Snell; "but I'd give anything in the world if I
could get five pounds to-night. As I was coming
home I met an old chum; he used to be a fellow-
workman with me-as good and respectable a
chap as ever lived. I saw at once something
was wrong with him, he looked so wretched,
and I asked him what it was. It seems he's
been out of work for weeks, and his wife and
baby are just starving; and it's breaking his
heart, poor fellow! "
Poor fellow repeated Joe.
"Yes, and that's not the worst; he owes
his landlord five pounds, and if he cannot pay
this very night that poor woman and her infant
will be turned into the street to die."
That is hard," said Joe.
"If he could have waited till the morning, I
could help him; for it just happens that I'm
going to draw money from the savings-bank to-
morrow; but that won't be much use. A night
in the streets this weather will kill the mother
or child, or both. Dear dear! she's a pretty
girl, a sweetheart of mine once, and I won't, I
won't see her killed "
There was a very long pause. Joe was
thoroughly roused and felt excited.
Would there be any harm in lending you the
money till morning ?" he said in a hesitating voice.
"But who would lend it, eh ?"
"Why, you see, I could; if you are quite sure
you could pay it the first thing to-morrow."
No fear of that," replied Snell. But how
could you lend it, old fellow ? "
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It's not mine, of course; but there are more
than ten pounds here."
"Well, to be sure, what a godsend!" ex-
claimed Snell, feigning surprise. "Why, old
fellow, I never thought of that money Couldn't
think what you were driving at."
"Then you don't think there could be any
harm in lending it for the night ? "
"Bless you, no! Why, my boy, I'll repay
you, on my word of honour, the very first thing
so-morrow. You know you can trust me."
So Joe gave Snell the five pounds, and then
hurried into bed, and very soon fell into a
Snell went out as soon as he had got the
money, with a strange glitter in his dark eyes.
Joe slept heavily for hours; but he woke once,
and started up n bed. He fancied he saw some one
standing by his bedside, just in front of his box.
Who's there ?" he cried, in a fright.
But there was no answer, only a loud snore;
and Joe was so heavy that he fell asleep again
in a minute.
It was late when he woke, and Snell was
already gone; he had to be at work before Joe.
Joe dressed and breakfasted hastily, with
a very confused recollection of the night's
proceedings; but he remembered to take the
money-bag from his box, and ran to the office,
so as to have time to speak to Snell before
nine o'clock, at which hour he had to be at
He found Snell at his post in the office.
"Was it all right last night? he whispered.
"Yes," said Snell; and I'll get the tin when
we go out to dinner. You meet me round the
corner at half-past twelve."
The men all went out to dinner at twelve.
Joe hurried into the counting-house and set
to work. Presently the head clerk came in.
Well, did you get the cash in time to pay
into the bank yesterday? he asked.
"No, sir; I have it here," answered Joe,
feeling all in a tremble.
Was it all right ?"
Most of it, sir; some people did not pay."
I'm awfully pressed to-day, so you can just
run round and pay the cash into the bank at
dinner-time. You've counted it?" said the clerk.
"Yes, sir," replied Joe, feeling immensely
At twelve Joe went out for dinner, but he had
not much appetite, and was waiting at the
corner some time before Snell arrived, and
began to get fidgety, but at last he saw him
coming up the street slowly.
Joe went to meet him, and was at. once struck
by the strange look in his face.
"Have you brought the money?" said he,
Well, no," replied Snell; "how I could have
forgotten it passes me. But I drew out all but
one pound last quarter. Here it is;" and he
held out a sovereign.
Joe turned deadly pale. "You must get the
money somehow this very day," he said.
We must get it as soon as we can, old boy,"
replied Snell; there's no doubt of that. But
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there's no saying when that will be. You did not
lend it to me; you lent it to my friend."
I lent it to you for your friend," replied Joe,
Come, come, old fellow, it's no good to get
angry. We must try to make the best of a bad job;
four pounds is not a very heavy sum to raise."
"But I have to pay it into the bank now,
before I go back to the office. What shall I
do ? cried the unhappy lad.
"In the first place, don't howl and make a
fuss. You know I never asked you for the
money; it's your own doing entirely; but I'll
do my best to get you out of the mess. You
say you have to pay it into the bank; well, come
along and do it. I'm very sorry, but it's nothing
to be miserable about."
But Joe did feel miserable, and declared he
would tell the head clerk all about it.
Don't be such an arrant fool! said Snell.
"Why, you would lose your place; and by a
little good management no one need know a
word about'it. You have done nothing wrong-
only tried to help a poor fellow-creature."
As they walked along Snell found that Joe
had not received all the money he had been for
on the day before, but that some accounts were
still unpaid, and that it was his place to enter
what was paid into the ledger.
Why, it's as simple as simple said Snell,
laughing. "Don't enter them all; just wait a
bit, and you and I between us will manage to
make it all straight. You've borrowed the
money for a week or two; that is all. There's
no harm in that; you are honest, and will make
it all right enough in time, and no one will be a
word the wiser, and my poor old chum and his
wife a deal the better. You should have seen
the woman last night when I took the money; it
was enough to do a fellow's heart good. He's-
heard of work at Woolwich, and they are off
there this morning."
And the man chattered on till they reached
the bank, where Joe paid his master's money in,
minus four pounds. Then he went back to his
work feeling guilty and miserable.
For some time after this Snell always had
some fresh scheme of pleasure in the evenings,
and he cleverly managed to avoid conversation
about the debt, though the subject was ever
uppermost in Joe's mind; and he was terribly
out of spirits for a long time, and was so nervous
that he started when any one spoke to him in
He tried to save a little every week; but, as
he was living quite up to his income, he found
it a hard matter to do that, and he had long ago
drawn all his money from the Post-office.
Snell was at first ever ready with promises
that he would give him a pound next week,
but at last he got irritable about the matter,
and told Joe he must get out of the mess as
he got into it, and he was not going to be
bullied like that by a youngster he had tried
to befriend, and they had a regular quarrel,
and did not speak for a week.
At the end of that time Snell came in one
night and said,-
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Well, Joe, will you shake hands ? I don't
want to part ill friends."
"What do you mean ? asked Joe.
"Why, I'm going, old boy. I've got better
work at a newspaper office-a regular good thing
for me. I've made it all square with the land-
lady, and moved my traps. But I didn't like to
go off in a tiff with you, when we were good
friends so long. You'll shake hands, old boy,
and wish me luck? "
Of course," said Joe, holding out his hand.
Snell took it, and said in a lower tone,-
"And, by the bye, I'm awfully sorry about
the scrape you are in. I'll send you a sov. or
two soon, upon my word I will."
So the two parted. Joe was thunderstruck!
he bad begun to doubt his friend for some time,
but he did not think he would leave him in the
lurch in such a way as this.
Of course the sov. never came, and more-
over Joe found that, so far from "making it
square with the landlady," Snell had left very
much in her debt. Joe had always paid up
regularly every Saturday, and had trusted to
Snell to pay the rent, and now he found that he
had been duped right and left, for a month's rent
The landlady was really sorry for Joe; for
she saw that he, as well as herself, had been
taken in by a fair-spoken rogue; but she was
a poor hard-working woman, and she could
not afford to lose her money. She promised
to give Joe till Christmas, and let him off one-
third of what was owing; but if he did not pay
In the Depths. 65
up by then, she threatened to go to Mr. Delwar
Joe confessed that these were generous terms
on the part of the poor woman; but Christmas
was drawing near, and the very thought of it
made him tremble; for at the end of the year all
the books were carefully examined and balanced,
and he could see no way out of his troubles.
One night, as he was walking along in gloomy
meditation, he caught sight of the well-known
figure of Miss Goodman; he felt more than half
disposed to run after her and tell her everything;
for he still felt as though she would help him.
But while he was hesitating she hailed a cab
and jumped in, and was whirled away, and that
opportunity was lost.
If he had only known! At that very moment she
was thinking sadly and longingly of the erring boy.
"If he does not come again before the new
year, I shall go after him to Mr. Delwar's office,"
she said to herself. I cannot lose him with-
out one more effort.
I'J THE DEPTH.
IME waits for no man, and the inevitable
SChristmas came at last.
Mr. Delwar always gave a dinner to his
workmen in Christmas week. Joe would gladly
have kept away; but he thought that would
excite suspicion, so he went and feasted with the
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rest; but every one remembered afterwards how
haggard and careworn he looked, and how ex-
cited he grew before the evening was over.
Old Beal tried to speak a kind word to him;
but Joe drew roughly away, and scarcely
"It would grieve your mother's heart if she
could see you," said Beal; "and it is grieving
One that loves you better than any mother."
But Joe would not listen, and, as usual now,
tried to drown care. His chief anxiety was to
settle with his landlady. As his other mistake
(as he called it to himself) had not yet been dis-
covered, he began to hope that it never would
be; but he very much dreaded his landlady; he
thought that if she carried out her threat of
complaining to Mr. Delwar everything must
On the last day of the year he was sent to
collect a few small accounts.
"Now is your chance," whispered the evil
spirit. He had done the thing once, why should
not he do it again? It was a fierce struggle,
but Joe was hard pressed, and his moral sense
had become blunted, and he yielded. He kept
back the money received for one account, which
amounted to a few shillings more than he owed
"It is only borrowing," he said to himself.
"I shall go into a cheaper room now, and then
I shall soon be able to pay it all back."
This happened on Friday, and he paid his
landlady that night, and determined to find
a new lodging on Saturday afternoon.
In the Depths. 67
But his design was frustrated. He was at his
work on Saturday morning when he was called
into Mr. Delwar's private room. His heart
leapt into his mouth, and he turned quite sick at
the unusual summons; but he screwed up his
courage, and went in with a bold face.
Mr. Delwar was standing by the fire, and the
head clerk was seated at the table with the
ledgers and books spread out before him; they
both looked very grave.
What is the meaning of this, Joseph Giles ? "
said Mr. Delwar, in an awful voice. Did you
receipt these accounts ? "
And he held out several small bills receipted
by Joseph Giles for Delwar and Co.
"Yes, sir," answered Joe, trembling.
"Then you received the money ?"
And what did you do with it "
I was too late to pay it into the bank that
day," said Joe, in a low tone, "so I had to take
it home with me. I paid the money into the
bank the next day."
Mr. Delwar turned to the book where the
small accounts were entered. There is no
mention of these sums here," he said; neither
did you pay all the money into the bank. What
did you do with it ?"
He fixed his eyes on Joseph with a stern look.
What did you do with the money ? repeated
"I-I borrowed a little to lend a friend,"
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"Borrowed it! Who lent it to you, pray ?
Who lent it to you, I say ?"
I meant to pay it back the next day,"
Meant to! I dare say. And pray when
do you mean to pay back what you borrowed
yesterday? I found out what you were up
to some time ago. I gave you time to amend.
However, I don't keep clerks in my office who
borrow. You can go, sir., Never show your face
within these walls again, and thank your friend,
Miss Goodman, that I do not prosecute you for
a thief, as you are. If it were not for her sake
I would have you in prison this very night.
Now, sir, take your hat and be off! "
Joe slunk away; he could not say another word.
He went into the street, feeling stunned. He
wandered about aimlessly for a time, and at last
found himself at his lodgings, where he had
come by instinct, not intention. In the hall he
met the landlady.
"Oh, it's you, is it?" she said. "Well,
you told me as you was going to look out for
another room, so I've let yours. There's your
box and things ready for you. to take away.
The other party comes in to-night."
Joe went into the room, and mechanically
put his few belongings into his almost empty
box. His landlady stood by and watched the
proceedings as though she feared he might pack
up some of her valuables.
"I will call for the box when I have found
a room," said Joe. His voice sounded so strange
that the landlady looked at him with curiosity.
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"Bless the man !" she exclaimed; "what's
the matter? You look as though you had
Joe declared nothing was the matter; but the
woman, who was not bad-hearted, only poor and
overworked, did not believe him.
"Come along with me," she said; and she
led him into her own room and seated him by
the fire. Then she made some tea and made
him drink it.
You are quite faint like," she said. "May-
be that will do you good."
Joe drank the tea and ate a piece of toast in a
sort of dream. The blow had stupefied him, and
he was faint from want of food.
Sit there and rest a bit," said the woman,
when he had finished his meal. "I shall be
back in a few minutes;" and she went out
determined to take him to the hospital if he was
not better by the time she returned.
In a very few minutes Joe fell asleep. His
sleep was not long, but it was very refresh-
ing. When he woke his mind was clear, ani
he remembered everything distinctly. His first
impulse was to fly; but he felt very hungry,
for he had tasted nothing but what his kind
landlady had given him since morning. There
was a loaf on the table. He cut some thick
slices off it and ate them ravenously. Then he
put the remainder of the bread into his pocket
and went out-a homeless outcast.
That night he slept under a railway arch, and
all the next day, and for many days after, he
wandered aimlessly about the streets, always
In the Depths. 71
going farther and farther from his old neighbour-
hood. He had lost all hope and all respect for
himself, and he thought he did not care what
became of him.
We cannot follow him through that time; he
just managed to keep life in him, and that was
all. He was hungry, and cold, and wretched,
and often and often thought regretfully of the
days of peace and plenty in Mrs. Goodman's
house. His eyes were opened now; he saw how
foolish and weak and blind he had been; but
he felt that he could never face his kind friend
again. He a thief, and she so pure and good!
He thought she would only turn from him with
horror. Like Adam in the garden, he tried
to hide himself after his sin. He had no idea
of Christian charity-the charity that never
faileth, and hopeth all things. And so he went
on sinking lower and lower in the mire, and
gave up all hope of ever being a respectable man
He did not even try to get any regular em-
ployment, but picked up a scanty living by
hanging about outside railway stations, carrying
parcels, or holding a horse's head, or even
shutting cab doors on rainy days; but he lived
in constant terror of meeting a well-known black
bonnet, and at sight of one at all resembling
Miss Goodman's he would fly.
One day, while crossing a street near London
Bridge, he was knocked down and run over, and
some men picked him up and carried him in-
sensible to the hospital.
A QOOD -pAVIARITAN.
s no Joe appeared at Christmas or the New
Year, Miss Goodman fulfilled her intention
of calling at Mr. Delwar's printing-office.
She was terribly distressed to hear that Joe had
been dismissed for theft and falsifying the ac-
counts. At first she would hardly believe the
accusation; but Mr. Delwar showed her the
proofs of his guilt in his own handwriting.
"I am very sorry for your disappointment,"
he said, but I fear you have been thoroughly
taken in, and that he is a worthless character."
I am sure he was steady and honest while
he lived with me. If I had not been so sure I
never would have asked you to take him into
your office, Mr. Delwar."
"I am sure of that too, madam; but he was
weak and unprincipled, and has been led away
by bad companions. Unfortunately, there are
too many such in the world, and it is no good
to trouble ourselves about them. May I advise
you to dismiss him from your thoughts as I have
done? He is not worth a moment's consideration."
But Miss Goodman could not dismiss him
from her thoughts so easily; and she left the
printing-office with a heavy heart, and a sense of
She told her mother the sad news.
"I have doubted him for a long time," said
Mrs. Goodman. "You can do no more for him."
A Good Samaritan.
"Only one thing,"replied the daughter. "Wecan
still pray to God to have mercy on him; and if he
ever returns and repents I will receive him gladly."
From that time Joseph's name was seldom
mentioned in the hearing of Miss Goodman.
We must now leave that good lady, and return
to the poor lad.
As we have seen, he was carried insensible
into the hospital, where he lay for weeks,
hanging between life and death; and during
that period he had time to think, and to come to
his right mind.
The hospital ward with its long row of beds
recalled the memory of his mother, whom he
had thought little of lately. Now all her last
words of love and counsel came back vividly to
his mind; and he determined, if he were spared,
to try to begin at once to lead a steady, sober life.
A Scripture reader often visited the hospital,
and read and talked with the patients; and the
glad tidings he preached of God's great love to
sinners, cleared off the heavy cloud of despair
that had settled down on Joe's soul.
After a long period of suffering and weakness,
Joe was dismissed, cured. But when he turned
his back on the gates of the hospital, he knew
not which way to go. He was more utterly for-
lorn now than when Miss Goodman had picked
him up, so many years ago, a ragged little news-
paper boy; for now to his old troubles he had
added the burden of a guilty conscience.
He wandered listlessly along the streets, till at
last he came to the Thames Embankment. It was
a fine summer evening, and numbers of people
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were enjoying the cool breezes from the river,
shining like a sea of gold in the setting sun.
Though cured, Joe was still weak,. and was
glad to sit down and rest on one of the seats.
It was very pleasant to be out in the air and
sunshine once more, and for a long time he sat
watching the passers-by and the boats on the
river, almost forgetting that he had to seek a
night's lodging and work the next day, for he
had only a very few shillings in his pocket.
Presently an elderly man came and sat down
beside Joe. He took a book out of his pocket,
and read till the light began to fade. Then he
lifted up his head and looked about him. At
last he turned his eyes towards Joe, who soon
became sensible that his neighbour was looking
at him. He shifted his position, but still he felt
the gaze, and turned round to see who it was that
seemed to take such an interest in his appearance.
He met old Beal's eyes earnestly fixed upon him.
He held out his hand with a kind smile and said,
"I thought so; it is Joseph Giles. But you
look terribly ill, my poor lad."
The kind tones touched Joe to the very heart;
he was still weak, and he burst into tears.
Come, come," said Beal, kindly, I have
been looking for you everywhere for months
past. Thank God I have found you at last!
Now tell me all about it."
And so Joe told his tale from the day he had
left Mr. Delwar's office.
Beal listened attentively.
And you only left the hospital to-day. What
do you mean to do now ? "
A Good Samaritan.
I am going to try to get work to-morrow."
What kind of work ? "
"Anything that is honest," said Joe. "I
do mean to turn over a new leaf, indeed I do."
"Well, I believe you, my lad; and I'll try to
help you. Have you any lodgings? "
"No," said Joe.
Come along with me, then," said Beal; and
that Good Samaritan took the lad to his own
lodgings, and there poured the oil and wine of
kindness and counsel into his wounded soul, and
moreover fed and lodged him too.
Surely he is a brand plucked from the
burning," said the good man to himself; and
it will be doing my Master's work to try to set
him on his feet once more."
With all his heart he tried to help Joe.
You are welcome to live with me as long as
you behave yourself properly," he said. I
often feel lonesome at night since my eyes began
to fail, and I cannot read by candlelight; and a
companion will cheer me up."
And so Joe was once more taken out of the
streets. Old Beal saw that this was a crisis
in the young man's life-that now he had a
chance of returning to good steady ways, and
becoming a respectable man once more; but
that without a friendly hand to help him he
might easily sink back, deeper than ever, into
the pit of vice, misery, and despair.
It was some time before Joe could get any
regular work. By odd jobs he could only
manage to pick up enough to feed himself; but
Beal told him not to fret.
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"You will get work when you are strong enough,"
he said. You've been off the rails for a long
time, you know, and it takes time to recover."
At last Joe got the offer of a permanent
engagement in a warehouse; but it was necessary
that some one should give him a recommendation,
and be security to a small extent. This was a great
difficulty. He went home to Beal and told him.
"Well, I will be security for you, my lad,"
said Beal, after stroking his chin thoughtfully
for a few minutes.
Up to this time Joe did not know whether
Beal had ever heard why he was dismissed from
Mr. Delwar's. He hoped he did not, as the
subject had never been referred to; but he felt
that it would be behaving very dishonourably to
Beal to let him ignorantly recommend and be
security for a fellow-workman whose character
would not bear investigation.
"I cannot let you do that," said Joe.
"Why not? They would take my recom-
mendation, though I am only a workman. I have
several testimonials of character, and a pretty
little sum of money laid by into the bargain."
"It is not that," said Joe, still hesitating.
"You are too good. You don't know whom
you are recommending. You don't know what
I have been.
"Yes, yes, I know," said Beal. "You were led
astray by bad companions; and you took to the
public-house and other bad ways; but with God's
help I want to bring you back to the right road,
my lad. I know the value of a friend at times
like these. I was wild enough once myself."
A Good Samaritan.
Ah, you don't know," said Joe, whose heart
was wonderfully softened just then. Perhaps
you will think I have been deceiving you. I
ought to have told you at first, but I had not the
courage. I thought you would turn your back
on me, like every one else."
"What is it, then? Take courage and tell
me. I'll try not to be hard on you," said Beal.
With a tremendous struggle Joe got out
Mr. Delwar sent me away for theft."
"Surely no! exclaimed Beal. "Well, I
never could make out why you went so sudden.
Are you a thief ? "
Joe hung his head, and did not answer. Then
he rose hastily and seized his hat.
I am not worthy of your goodness. I will
not stay another night. I'll just go to the dogs
again. Good-bye! "
But Beal laid his hand firmly on the young
Sit down," he said, pressing him into a
chair. "Now tell me all about it as though
you were speaking of some one else. Begin at
Somehow Joe felt compelled to obey this man,
and he told his tale truthfully from the time he
first took up with Snell.
"Now you know all," he said, when he had
done; for every word I have told you is true."
"I believe you," said Beal, very gravely.
" Stay here while I go out and think it over. I
can trust you to wait till I return ? "
"Oh yes," said Joe, dejectedly. "I will not stir."
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Beal was out for about an hour. When he
returned there was a bright light in his face, the
same light that so often brightened Miss Good-
man's, and made it beautiful, as it did old Beal's
now. Joe looked up at him anxiously, not daring
to speak. He felt somehow as though his fate
was in this man's hands.
Beal took off his hat slowly and thoughtfully,
and laid it deliberately on the table, then sat down.
Well, lad, I have been thinking it out," he
said, and I have made up my mind what to do,
if you agree. I am going to make a bargain
with you, and I will first give you my reasons.
I don't believe that things happen just by chance
in this world. The Bible tells us that God in
heaven is our Father, and that He is a God of
love. Well, we know that a man as loves his
children will do what he can to help them; and
even if they are naughty, he may punish them,
but he still loves and cares for them. Well, the
Bible teaches us that God loves us more than
any earthly father can; and I don't think it was
chance, my lad, that brought us together that
night on the Embankment; for my part, I believe
it was God's Providence. First He sent you that
accident that you might have time to come to
yourself in the hospital, and then He threw you
in the way of a friend to help you to start in life
again. He does not force us to reform, but He
gives us the opportunity. Well, lad, the upshot
of this sermon is that I am willing to help you
if you are willing to be helped and guided a bit
by an old fellow who knows something of the
world. I do believe you honestly wish to start
A Good Samaritan. 79
anew. So I will be surety for you at this ware-
house if you will agree to live with me and lead
a steady, sober life. You are welcome to your
bed, but you must pay for your board. And
remember this, that if you are up to any more
rascally tricks you will not only ruin yourself,
but old Beal too. So, lad, there is another chance
for you. Will you accept it ? "
Of course Joe accepted it, and the next day he
entered on his new employment.
From that date Joe did try to lead a better life.
Having found out his own sinfulness and helpless-
ness, he honestly sought for pardon and strength
from the Lord Jesus Christ. And the prayer was
answered, as all sincere prayer is, sooner or later.
He obtained the guidance and comfort of the Holy
Spirit, and was helped in leading a new life.
He kept steadily to his work, and was honest
and sober; but it was a hard struggle. Often
and often he felt miserable and dejected; he had
fits of gloom and depression that were almost
unbearable. If it had not been for his friend
Beal he would have gone back to his bad ways;
but that good man was ever ready to lend him a
helping hand, and gradually Joe grew stronger.
A year passed, and one evening the two friends
went out for a stroll on the Embankment. They
walked on till they came to the very seat where
they had met on that memorable summer evening
a year ago.
They sat down again side by side and talked
of the year that they had spent together.
I hope you have not repented of your bargain
with me, lad ?" said the old man, kindly.
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How can you ask that question? said Joe.
"It was the best bargain I ever made. Have
you repented ? he added.
No, my lad; I thank God for putting it into
my head; it's been a happy year for me. You
won't leave me now, lad, will you ?"
"I will never leave you," said Joe, as long
as you will let me stay with you."
"Well, there is something on my mind to
speak to you about. I think you ought to go
and see your friend Miss Goodman."
"I have been thinking about it too," said Joe;
"but you must not ask me to do that yet. I
have not the courage. I am sure she would never
receive me again after the way I have treated her."
"I thirk she would. At any rate, you ought
Joe thought for a long time, then he said,
"Well, Beal, I'll tell you what I'll do. I will
try to save up enough to pay back Mr. Delwar
what I took; and when I have done that, then I
will go back to Miss Goodman, and ask her to
forgive me. I cannot go: till then."
"God help you to do it, lad!" said Beal,
And so it came to pass some time afterwards
that Miss Goodman had the joy of hearing the
story of another prodigal who had sinned and
repented, being received by a gracious Father
for His Son's sake. She rejoiced with the angels
of God that the lost had been found, and the
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