The words "Time, Faith, Energy!" came into the mind of Gordon and rebuked him.
"There is sense in what you say, Mary," he replied. "I know I am too easily discouraged. We owe Blake, that is clear; and I suppose he is right in trying to get his money. We can"t pay him now; and therefore he can"t get it now, do what he will. So we will be no worse for his dunning, if he duns every day. But I hate so to be asked for money."
"I"ll tell you what might be done," said Mrs. Gordon.
"Well?" inquired the husband.
"Mr. Blake has a large family, and no doubt his wife gives out a good deal of sewing. I could work it out."
Gordon thought a few moments, and then said--
"Or, better than that; perhaps Blake would let me work it out in his store. I have a good deal of time on my hands unemployed."
"Yes, that would be better," replied Mrs. Gordon; "for I have as much sewing as I can do, and get paid for it all."
This thought brightened the spirits of Gordon. As soon as he had eaten his dinner he started for the store of Mr. Blake.
"I"ve come to talk to you about that bill of mine," said Mr. Gordon.
"Well, what of it?" returned the grocer. "I wish to pay it, but have not the present ability. I lost my situation on the very day I signed the pledge, and have had no regular employment since. So far, I have only been able to pick up five or six dollars a week, and it takes all that to live upon. But I have time to spare, Mr. Blake, if I have no money; and if I can pay you in labor, I will be glad to do so."
"I don"t know that I could ask more than that," replied the grocer.
"If I did, I would be unreasonable. Let me see: I reckon I could find a day"s work for you about the store at least once a week, for which I would allow you a credit of one dollar and a quarter. How would that do?"
"It would be exactly what I would like. I can spare you a day easily. And it is much better to work out an old debt than to be idle."
"Very well, Gordon. Come to-morrow and work for me, and I will pa.s.s a dollar and a quarter to your account. I like this. It shows you are an honest man. Never fear but what you"ll get along."
The approving words of the grocer encouraged Gordon very much. On the next day he went as he had agreed and worked for Mr. Blake. When he was about leaving the store at night, Blake called to him and said--
"Here, Gordon; stop a moment. I want you to put up a pound of this white crushed sugar; and a quarter of young hyson tea."
Gordon did as he was directed. Blake took the two packages from the counter, and handing them to Gordon, said--
"Take them to your wife with my compliments, and tell her that I wish her joy of an honest husband."
Gordon took the unexpected favor, and without speaking, turned hastily from the grocer and walked away.
"Behind _that_ frowning Providence He hid a smiling face,"
said Mrs. Gordon, with tearful eyes, when her husband presented her the sugar and tea, and repeated what the grocer had said.
"Yes. It was a blessing sent to us in disguise," returned Gordon.
"How little do we know of the good or ill that lies in our immediate future!"
"Do not say ill, dear husband--only seeming ill; if we think right and do right. When G.o.d makes our future, all is good; the ill is of our own procuring."
"Right, Mary. I see that truth as clear as if a sunbeam shone upon it."
"Time, Faith, Energy!" murmured Gordon to himself, as he lay awake that night, thinking of the future. Before losing himself in sleep, he had made up his mind to go to another creditor for a small amount, and see if he could not make a similar arrangement with him to the one entered into with the grocer. The man demurred a little, and then said he would take time to think about it. When Gordon called again, he declined the proposition, and said he had sold his goods for money, not for work.
"But I have no money," replied Gordon.
"I"ll wait awhile and see," returned the man, in a way and with a significance that fretted the mind of Gordon.
"He"ll wait until he sees me getting a little ahead, and then pounce down upon me like a hawk upon his prey."
Over this idea the reformed man worried himself, and went home to his wife unhappy and dispirited.
"I owe at least a hundred and fifty or two hundred dollars," he said; "and there is no hope of inducing all of those to whom money is due to wait until we can pay them with comfort to ourselves. I shall be tormented to death, I see that plain enough."
"Don"t you look at the dark side, Henry?" replied his wife to this.
"I think you do. You owe some eight or ten persons, and one of them has asked you for what was due. You offered to work out the debt, and he accepted your offer. To another who has not asked you, you go and make the same offer, which he declines, preferring to wait for the money. There is nothing so really discouraging in all this, I am sure. If he prefers waiting, let him wait. No doubt it will be the same to us in the end. As to our getting much ahead or many comforts around us until our debts are settled off, we might as well not think of that. We will feel better to pay what we owe as fast as we earn it; and, more than that, it will put the temptation to distress us in n.o.body"s way. If one man won"t let you work out your debt, why another will. I"ve no doubt that two-thirds of your creditors will be glad to avail themselves of the offer."
Thus re-a.s.sured, Gordon felt better. On the next day he tried a third party to whom he owed fifteen dollars. This man happened to keep a retail grocery and liquor store. That is, he had a bar at one counter, and sold groceries at the other. Two-thirds of the debt was for liquor. "I want to wipe off that old score of mine, if I can, Mr. King," said Gordon, as he met the storekeeper at his own door.
"That"s clever," replied Mr. King. "Walk in. What will you take?
Some brandy?"
And Mr. King stepped behind the counter and laid his hand upon a decanter.
"Nothing at all, I thank you," replied Gordon quickly.
"Why how"s that? Have you sworn off?"
"Yes. I"ve joined the temperance society."
The storekeeper shrugged his shoulders. "I didn"t expect that of you, Gordon. I thought you were too fond of a little creature comfort."
"I ruined myself and beggared my family by drink, if that is what you mean by creature comfort. Poor comfort it was for my wife and children, to say nothing of my own case, which was, Heaven knows, bad enough. But I have come to talk to you about paying off that old score. Now that I"ve given up drinking, I want to try and be honest if I can."
"That"s right. I like to see a man, when he sets out to be decent, go the whole figure. Have you got the money?"
"No. I wish I had. I have no money and not half work; but I have time on my hands, Mr. King."
"Time? That is what some people call money. You want to pay me in time, instead of money, I presume? Rather rich, that, Gordon! But time don"t pa.s.s current, like money, in these diggins, my friend.
There are a plenty who come here--and throw it away for nothing. I can get more than I want."
"I have no wish to throw my time away, nor to pa.s.s it upon you for money, Mr. King. What I want is, to render you some service--in other words, to work for you, if you can give me something to do. I have time on my hands unemployed, and I wish to turn it to some good account."
"O, yes. I understand now. Very well, Gordon; I rather think I can meet your views. Yesterday my barkeeper was sent to prison for getting into a sc.r.a.pe while drunk, and I want his place supplied until he gets out. Come and tend bar for me a couple of weeks, and I will give you a receipt in full of all demands."
Gordon shook his head and looked grave.
"What"s the matter? Won"t you do it?"
"No, sir. I can"t do that."
"Why?"