They were approaching Twelfth Street now, and the car was hardly moving in the press of vehicles.
Edward Billings curled his bare toes under, and unconsciously pushed forward with all his slender might. "Then I"ll tell him that father used to read a lot, law books and things, same as he does----"
"But see here!" interrupted Junius. "All this talk will be about your father. What are you going to say about yourself?"
A cloud overspread Edward Billings"s face. He raised a pair of troubled eyes to his questioner. "Why, I never stopped to think of that," he began, slowly, all the brightness fading out of his tone. "There"s nothing much to say about me. I sell papers and help father----"
"What does your father do?" asked Junius.
The boy hesitated. His face flushed, and he looked up uncertainly at the goggles. "He used to teach, I told you," was the evasive answer, "until his eyes gave out."
"And now?"
Edward Billings Henry wriggled about on the padded leather. "He"s always had bad legs,"--the evasion continued,--"but his arms and back are strong, and his legs all right to stand on."
"Yes?" insisted Junius, and waited.
"So he"s doing something he ain"t going to do if I can get this job. Then I could sell papers after and before office hours, and earn a lot of money."
Edward Billings Henry talked rapidly, but the young man beside him was not to be turned from his purpose.
"Then what is it he"s not going to do?"
The boy hesitated again. "Father takes in washing," he finally burst out, proudly defiant, "and I help him, and we do it good, I tell you! No one ever complains. Father says if you can"t do what you want to, you can try something else, and that was all he could do, so he tried, and found out he could wash and iron good, and a lot of it!"
Junius considerately looked straight ahead of him, not wishing to add to the embarra.s.sment of Edward Billings Henry, Junior, but he could not resist asking, "Are you going to tell this to Mr. Florins?"
"No-sir-ee!" responded the boy, proudly. "Father ain"t going to do--washings--any longer if I can get the job."
The car entered Congress Square, drew up in front of an imposing stone building, and stopped. The driver removed his goggles and turned a pair of pleasant gray eyes on the boy.
"Well, Edward Billings, here we are, and you"ve got the job all right. Can you come in the morning?"
Edward Billings Henry nearly fell off the seat.
"W-hat?" he stammered.
"The job is yours," smiled the young man. "I happen to be that same Mr.
Florins who, you have a.s.sured me, will never regret employing you. My office is on the second floor here. I did advertise for a boy, but had totally forgotten it." He gave a short laugh. "Report in the morning, please, and we"ll see about a suit and some shoes and that stone-bruised toe."
Out of the automobile Edward Billings Henry tumbled in a dazed condition, and stood beside his new employer, looking up speechlessly.
"I"ll advance you a car fare on your salary," the young man continued. He carefully avoided the pocket where lay the nickel previously owned by his pa.s.senger, and produced the change. "And, Edward Billings, just tell your father from me that his maxims work out so well that I"m thinking of adopting them myself."--_Alice Louise Lee, in Youth"s Companion, used by permission_.
HOW TO STOP SWEARING
When I was out West thirty years ago I was preaching one day in the open air when a man drove up in a fine turnout. After listening for a while he put his whip to his fine-looking steed, and away he went. I did not expect to see him again, but the next night he came back; and he kept on coming regularly night after night.
I said to a gentleman: "Who is that man who drives up here every night? Is he interested?"
"Interested! I should think not. You should have heard the way he talked about you today."
"Well," I said, "that is a sign he is interested."
I asked where he lived, but my friend told me not to go to see him; for he would only curse me. I said, "It takes G.o.d to curse a man: man can only bring curses on his own head."
I found out where he lived, and went to see him. He was the wealthiest man within a hundred miles of that place, and had a wife and seven beautiful children. Just as I reached his gate, I saw him coming out of the front door. I stepped up to him, and said:--
"You are Mr. Davis, I believe?"
He said, "Yes, sir, that is my name." Then he asked, "What do you want?"
"Well," I said, "I should like to ask you a question, if you won"t be angry."
"Well, what is it?"
"I am told that G.o.d has blessed you above all men in this part of the country; that he has given you wealth, a beautiful Christian wife, and seven lovely children. I do not know whether it is true, but I hear that all he gets in return is cursing and blasphemy."
He said, "Come in, come in." I went in. "Now," he said, "what you said out there is true. If any man has a fine wife, I am the man, and I have a lovely family of children, and G.o.d has been good to me. But, do you know, we had company here the other night, and I cursed my wife at the table, and did not know it till after the company was gone. I never felt so mean and contemptible in my life as when my wife told me of it. She said she wanted the floor to open and let her down out of her seat. If I have tried once, I have tried a hundred times to stop swearing. You preachers don"t know anything about it."
"Yes," I said, "I know all about it; I have been a traveler."
"But," he said, "you don"t know anything about a business man"s troubles.
When he is hara.s.sed and tormented the whole time, he can"t help swearing."
"O, yes," I said, "he can. I know something about it. I myself used to swear."
"What! you used to swear?" he asked. "How did you stop?"
"I never stopped."
"Why, you don"t swear now, do you?"
"No, I have not sworn for years."
"How did you stop?"
"I never stopped. It stopped itself."
He said, "I don"t understand this."
"No," I said, "I know you don"t. But I came to talk to you so that you will never want to swear again as long as you live."
I began to tell him about Christ in the heart; how he would take the temptation to swear out of a man.
"Well," he said, "how am I to get Christ?"