"Why, this is the very copy I gave to that poor little fellow on the hill, last August! How did you come by it again?" asked Mr. Middleton, in astonishment.
"He brought it here to sell about an hour ago, sir, and as it was a perfectly fresh copy, and I knew you were in a hurry for some of them, I bought it of him," replied the dealer.
"But why should the lad have sold his book?"
"Why, law, sir, you cannot expect boys of his cla.s.s to appreciate books.
I dare say he wanted his money to spend in tops or marbles, or some such traps!" replied the dealer.
"Very like, very like! though I am sorry to think so of that little fellow. I had hoped better things of him," a.s.sented Mr. Middleton.
"Law, sir, boys will be boys."
"Certainly; well, put the book in paper for me, and say what you are going to ask for it."
"Well, sir, it is as good as new, and the work is much called for just about now in this neighborhood. So I s"pose I shall have to ask you about three dollars."
"That is the full price. Did you give the boy that?" inquired the gentleman.
"Well, no, sir; but you know I must have my own little profit," replied the dealer, reddening.
"Certainly," a.s.sented Mr. Middleton, taking out his purse--a delicate, effeminate-looking article, that seemed to have been borrowed from his wife, paying Hamlin and carrying off the book.
As he got into the sleigh and took the reins with one hand, hugging up his parcels and his purse loosely to his breast with the other, Mrs.
Middleton said:
"Now, James, don"t go and plant my purse on the road, as you did your pocketbook this morning!"
"My dear, pray don"t harp on that loss forever! It was not ruinous!
There was only nine dollars in it."
"And if there had been nine hundred, it would have been the same thing!"
said the lady.
Her husband laughed, put away his purse, stowed away his parcels, and then, having both hands at liberty, took the reins and set off for home.
As he dashed along the street a poster caught his attention. He drew up, threw the reins to Mrs. Middleton, jumped out, pulled down the poster, and returned to his seat in the sleigh.
"Here we are, my dear, all right; the pocketbook is found," he smiled, as he again took possession of the reins.
"Found?" she echoed.
"Yes, by that boy, Worth, you know, who behaved so well in that affair with the Burghes."
"Oh, yes! and he found the pocketbook?"
"Yes, and advertised it in this way, poor little fellow!"
And Mr. Middleton drove slowly while he read the circular to his wife.
"Well, we can call by the hut as we go home, and you can get out and get it, and you will not forget to reward the poor boy for his honesty. He might have kept it, you know; for there was nothing in it that could be traced."
"Very well; I will do as you recommend; but I have a quarrel with the young fellow, for all that," said Mr. Middleton.
"Upon what ground?" inquired his wife.
"Why, upon the ground of his just having sold the book I gave him last August as a reward of merit."
"What did he do that for?"
"To get money to buy tops and marbles."
"It is false!" burst out Claudia, speaking for the first time.
"Claudia! Claudia! Claudia! How dare you charge your uncle with falsehood?" exclaimed Mrs. Middleton, horrified.
"I don"t accuse him, aunt. He don"t know anything about it! Somebody has told him falsehoods about poor Ishmael, and he believes it just as he did before," exclaimed the little lady with flashing eyes.
"Well, then, what did he sell it for, Claudia?" inquired her uncle, smiling.
"I don"t believe he sold it at all!" said Miss Claudia.
Her uncle quietly untied the packet, and placed the book before her, open at the fly-leaf, upon which the names of the donor and the receiver were written.
"Well, then, I believe he must have sold it to get something to eat,"
said Ishmael"s obstinate little advocate; "for I heard Mr. Rutherford say that there was a great deal of suffering among the frozen-out working cla.s.ses this winter."
"It may be as you say, my dear. I do not know."
"Well, uncle, you ought to know, then! It is the duty of the prosperous to find out the condition of the poor! When I come into my fortune--"
"Yes, I know; we have heard all that before; the millennium will be brought about, of course. But, if I am not mistaken, there is your little protege on the road before us!" said Mr. Middleton, slacking his horse"s speed, as he caught sight of Ishmael.
"Yes, it is he! And look at him! does he look like a boy who is thinking of playing marbles and spinning tops?" inquired Miss Claudia.
Indeed, no! no one who saw the child could have connected childish sports with him. He was creeping wearily along, bent under the burden of the bag of meal he carried on his back, and looking from behind more like a little old man than a boy.
Mr. Middleton drove slowly as he approached him.
Ishmael drew aside to let the sleigh pa.s.s.
But Mr. Middleton drew up to examine the boy more at his leisure.
The stooping gait, the pale, broad forehead, the hollow eyes, the wasted cheeks and haggard countenance, so sad to see in so young a lad, spoke more eloquently than words could express the famine, the cold, the weariness, and illness he suffered.
"Oh, uncle, if you haven"t got a stone in your bosom instead of a heart, you will call the poor fellow here and give him a seat with us! He is hardly able to stand! And it is so bitter cold!" said Miss Claudia, drawing her own warm, sable cloak around her.
"But--he is such an object! His clothes are all over patches," said Mr.
Middleton, who liked sometimes to try the spirit of his niece.