"It was odd. But it may turn out to have been a lucky circ.u.mstance for both of us. I like you. I believe in you, and I"ve an offer to make you.
I want a trusty, bright boy in this office, somebody I can bring up to my business, and leave it with, as I get too old to attend to it myself.
What do you say?"
What could Bert say?
Again that afternoon he walked--or rather ran--to his mother; and, after consulting with her, joyfully accepted Mr. Crooker"s offer.
Interviews between his mother and his employer followed. The lonely, childless old man, who owned so many houses, wanted a home; and one of these houses he offered to Mrs. Hampton, with ample support for herself and children if she would also make it a home for him.
Of course this proposition was accepted; and Bert soon had the satisfaction of seeing the great ambition of his life accomplished. He had employment, which promised to become a profitable business, as indeed it did in a few years. The old man and the lad proved useful to each other; and, more than that, he was united once more with his mother and sisters in a happy home, where he has since had many Thanksgiving dinners.
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THE BOY AND HIS SPARE MOMENTS.
A lean, awkward boy came one morning to the door of the princ.i.p.al of a celebrated school, and asked to see him.
The servant eyed his mean clothes, and thinking he looked more like a beggar than anything else, told him to go around to the kitchen.
The boy did as he was bidden, and soon appeared at the back door.
"I should like to see Mr. Brown," said he.
"You want a breakfast, more like," said the servant girl, "and I can give you that without troubling him."
"Thank you," said the boy; "I should have no objection to a bit of bread; but I should like to see Mr. Brown, if he can see me."
"Some old clothes, may be, you want," remarked the servant, again eyeing the boy"s patched trousers. "I guess he has none to spare; he gives away a sight;" and without minding the boy"s request, she set out some food upon the kitchen table and went about her work.
"Can I see Mr. Brown?" again asked the boy, after finishing his meal.
"Well, he"s in the library; if he must be disturbed, he must; but he does like to be alone sometimes," said the girl, in a peevish tone. She seemed to think it very foolish to admit such an ill-looking fellow into her master"s presence. However, she wiped her hands, and bade him follow. Opening the library door, she said:--
"Here"s somebody, sir, who is dreadfully anxious to see you, and so I let him in."
I don"t know how the boy introduced himself, or how he opened his business, but I know that after talking awhile, the princ.i.p.al put aside the volume he was studying, took up some Greek books, and began to examine the new-comer. The examination lasted some time. Every question which the princ.i.p.al asked, the boy answered as readily as could be.
"Upon my word," exclaimed the princ.i.p.al, "you certainly do well!"
looking at the boy from head to foot, over his spectacles. "Why, my boy, where did you pick up so much?"
"_In my spare moments,_" answered the boy.
Here he was, poor, hard-working, with but few opportunities for schooling, yet almost fitted for college, by simply improving his _spare moments._ Truly, are not spare moments the "gold dust of time?" How precious they should be! What account can you give of your spare moments? What can you show for them? Look and see.
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This boy can tell you how very much can be laid up by improving them; and there are _many_ other boys, I am afraid, in the jail, in the house of correction, in the forecastle of a whale ship, in the gambling house, or in the tippling shop, who, if you should ask them when they began their sinful courses, might answer:--
"In my _spare_ moments."
"In my spare moments I gambled for marbles."
"In my spare moments I began to smoke and drink."
"It was in my spare moments that I began to steal chestnuts from the old woman"s stand."
"It was in my spare moments that I gathered with wicked a.s.sociates."
Oh, be very, very careful how you spend your spare moments! Temptation always hunts you out in small seasons like these when you are not busy; he gets into your hearts, if he possibly can, in just such gaps. There he hides himself, planning all sorts of mischief. Take care of your spare moments. "Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do."
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WILL WINSLOW
Will Winslow was the worst boy in the village; his father"s indulgence had spoiled him.
"Don"t check the boy," he would say to his mother, "you will crush all the manhood in him."
And so he grew up the terror of his neighbors. The old, the infirm, and the crippled were the especial objects of his vicious merriment.
One poor woman, bent by age and infirmities, he a.s.sailed with his ridicule, as she daily went out upon her crutch, to draw water from the well near her house, and just within the playground of the schoolhouse.
"Only look at her," he would say, "isn"t she the letter S now, with an extra crook in it?" and his cruel laugh, as he followed closely behind, mocking and mimicking her, called forth from her no rebuke.
One day, however, she turned, and looking at him reproachfully, said:--
"Go home, child, and read the story of Elisha and the two bears out of the wood."
"Shame on you, Will," said Charles Mansfield, "to laugh at her misfortunes! I heard my grandmother say that she became a cripple by lifting her invalid son, and tending him night and day."
"I don"t care what made her so," said Will, "but I wouldn"t stay among people if I was such a looking thing as that. Do look!"
"Shame!" said Charles; "shame!" echoed each of the boys present. And to show their sympathy, several of them sprang forward to aid the poor woman; but Charles Mansfield, the oldest, and always an example of n.o.bleness and generosity, was the first. "Let me get the water for you, ma"am," and he gently took the bucket from her hand.
Her voice was tremulous and tearful, as she said, "Thank you, my dear boy. G.o.d grant that you may never suffer from such infirmities."
"If I should," said Charles, kindly, "it would be the duty, and ought to be the pleasure of young people to a.s.sist me. One of us will bring you water every day, and so you need not come for it."