"But I know Patrick Henry and John Hanc.o.c.k wouldn"t have borrowed what didn"t belong to them!"
"Plague take Patrick Hanc.o.c.k and John Henry, I say! I believe they are turning your head! What have them dead and buried old people to do with folks that are alive and starving?"
"Oh, Aunt Hannah! scold me as much as you please, but don"t speak so of the great men!" said Ishmael, to whom all this was sheer blasphemy and nothing less.
"Great fiddlesticks" ends! No tea yesterday, and no tea for breakfast this morning, and no tea for supper to-night! And I laying helpless with the rheumatism, and feeling as faint as if I should sink and die; and my head aching ready to burst! And I would give anything in the world for a cup of tea, because I know it would do me so much good, and I can"t get it! And you have money in your pocket and won"t buy it for me! No, not if I die for the want of it! You, that I have been a mother to! That"s the way you pay me, is it, for all my care?"
"Oh, Aunt Hannah, dear, I do love you, and I would do anything in the world for you; but, indeed, I am sure Patrick Henry--"
"Hang Patrick Henry! If you mention his name to me again I"ll box your ears!"
Ishmael dropped his eyes to the ground and sighed deeply.
"After all I have done for you, ever since you were left a helpless infant on my hands, for you to let me lie here and die, yes, actually die, for the want of a cup of tea, before you will spend one quarter of a dollar to get it for me! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oo-oo-oo!"
And Hannah put her hands to her face, and cried like a baby.
You see Hannah was honest; but she was not heroic; her nerves were very weak, and her spirits very low. Inflammatory rheumatism is often more or less complicated with heart disease. And the latter is a great demoralizer of mind as well as body. And that was Hannah"s case. We must make every excuse for the weakness of the poor, over-tasked, all enduring, long-suffering woman, broken down at last.
But not a thought of blaming her entered Ishmael"s mind. Full of love, he bent over her, saying:
"Oh, Aunt Hannah, don"t, don"t cry! You shall have your tea this very evening; indeed you shall!" And he stooped and kissed her tenderly.
Then he put on his cap and went and took his only treasure, his beloved "History," from its place of honor on the top of the bureau; and cold, hungry, and tired as he was, he set off again to walk the four long miles to the village, to try to sell his book for half price to the trader.
Reader! I am not fooling you with a fict.i.tious character here. Do you not love this boy? And will you not forgive me if I have already lingered too long over the trials and triumphs of his friendless but heroic boyhood! He who in his feeble childhood resists small temptations, and makes small sacrifices, is very apt in his strong manhood to conquer great difficulties and achieve great successes.
Ishmael, with his book under his arm, went as fast as his exhausted frame would permit him on the road towards Baymouth. But as he was obliged to walk slowly and pause to rest frequently, he made but little progress, so that it was three o"clock in the afternoon before he reached Hamlin"s book shop.
There was a customer present, and Ishmael had to wait until the man was served and had departed, before he could mention his own humble errand.
This short interview Ishmael spent in taking the brown paper cover off his book, and looking fondly at the cherished volume. It was like taking a last leave of it. Do not blame this as a weakness. He was so poor, so very poor; this book was his only treasure and his only joy in life. The tears arose to his eyes, but he kept them from falling.
When the customer was gone, and the bookseller was at leisure, Ishmael approached and laid the volume on the counter, saying:
"Have you another copy of this work in the shop, Mr. Hamlin?"
"No; I wish I had half-a-dozen; for I could sell them all; but I intend to order some from Baltimore to-day."
"Then maybe you would buy this one back from me at half price? I have taken such care of it, that it is as good as new, you see. Look at it for yourself."
"Yes, I see it looks perfectly fresh; but here is some writing on the fly leaf; that would have to be torn out, you know; so that the book could never be sold as a new one again; I should have to sell it as a second hand one, at half price; that would be a dollar and a half, so that you see I would only give you a dollar for it."
"Sir?" questioned Ishmael, in sad amazement.
"Yes; because you know, I must have my own little profit on it."
"Oh, I see; yes, to be sure," a.s.sented Ishmael, with a sigh.
But to part with his treasure and get no more than that! It was like Esau selling his birthright for a mess of pottage.
However, the poor cannot argue with the prosperous. The bargain was soon struck. The book was sold and the boy received his dollar. And then the dealer, feeling a twinge of conscience, gave him a dime in addition.
"Thank you, sir; I will take this out in paper and wafers, if you please. I want some particularly," said Ishmael.
Having received a half dozen sheets of paper and a small box of wafers, the lad asked the loan of pen and ink; and then, standing at the counter, he wrote a dozen circulars as follows:
FOUND, A POCKET-BOOK.
On the Baymouth Turnpike Road, on Friday morning, I picked up a pocketbook, which the owner can have by coming to me at the Hill Hut and proving his property.
Ishmael Worth.
Having finished these, he thanked the bookseller and left the shop, saying to himself:
"I won"t keep that about me much longer to be a constant temptation and cross."
He first went and bought a quarter of a pound of tea, a pound of sugar, and a bag of meal from Nutt"s general shop for Hannah; and leaving them there until he should have got through his work, he went around the village and wafered up his twelve posters at various conspicuous points on fences, walls, pumps, trees, etc.
Then he called for his provisions, and set out on his long walk home.
CHAPTER XXIV.
CLAUDIA TO THE RESCUE.
Let me not now ungenerously condemn My few good deeds on impulse--half unwise And scarce approved by reason"s colder eyes; I will not blame, nor weakly blush for them; The feelings and the actions then stood right; And if regret, for half a moment sighs That worldly wisdom in its keener sight Had ordered matters so and so, my heart, Still, in its fervor loves a warmer part Than Prudence wots of; while my faithful mind, Heart"s consort, also praises her for this; And on our conscience little load I find If sometimes we have helped another"s bliss, At some small cost of selfish loss behind.
--_M.F. Tupper_.
As Ishmael left the village by the eastern arm of the road a gay sleighing party dashed into it from the western one. Horses prancing, bells ringing, veils flying, and voices chattering, they drew up before Hamlin"s shop. The party consisted of Mr. Middleton, his wife, and his niece.
Mr. Middleton gave the reins to his wife and got out and went into the shop to make a few purchases.
When his parcels had been made up and paid for, he turned to leave the shop; but then, as if suddenly recollecting something, he looked back and inquired:
"By the way, Hamlin, have those Histories come yet?"
"No, sir; but I shall write for them again by this evening"s mail; I cannot think what has delayed them. However, sir, there is one copy that I can let you have, if that will be of any service."
"Certainly, certainly; it is better than nothing; let me look at it,"
said Mr. Middleton, coming back from the counter and taking the book from Hamlin"s hands.
In turning over the leaves he came to the presentation page, on which he recognized his own handwriting in the lines:
"Presented to Ishmael Worth, as a reward of merit, by his friend James Middleton."