CHAPTER II. MISTAKEN KINDNESS.
CHAPTER III. NEW ARRIVALS AT "THE NEST."
CHAPTER IV. THE KING'S STAMP.
WHAT CAME OF A TALK.
CHAPTER I. THE BEST KIND OF HELP.
CHAPTER II. LEARNING WISE LESSONS.
IT IS MOTHER'S WAY.
NOTHING BEATS TRYING BUT DOING.
TOO CLOSE FISTED.
CHAPTER I.
LOOKS AND WAYS.
"MR. BURTON and Mr. James are not a bit like brothers. They are as
different as dark and light. Folks do say that you never find two
alike in a family, however many there may be."
Mr. Duff, the baker, was very fond of talking about his neighbours,
and he liked his listeners to say they agreed with him. He had a great
opinion of himself, and could hardly understand that his customer,
kind-hearted Mrs. Brown, could possibly have any decided ideas of her
own which differed from those he thought fit to express.
If she had! Well, Mr. Duff would have said she was to be pitied; for,
like most individuals who are constantly sitting in judgment on their
neighbours, he felt quite certain that he was right, and whoever
thought otherwise was in the wrong.
Mrs. Brown's reply was irritating. "I always think Mr. Burton and
Mr. James favour one another in looks."
"Tut, tut! Looks are not of much account. People's ways are more than
faces. It was their ways I was thinking of, Mrs. Brown."
"But you mentioned looks too, and it was looks I spoke about. As to
ways, they are very unlike one another."
"Ay, you have it right this time. Mr. Burton is the elder brother with
large means. Mr. James is the younger with far less means, though he
must have a tidy income too. See how Mr. Burton uses his. Lives in
such a quiet way, keeps very little company, and what he has of a sort
most gentlemen wouldn't mind about. He cannot spend a quarter of his
income. I say it isn't right. A man that has money ought to spend it
for the good of his neighbours and to encourage business. That's what
I say. His money is a talent, and it was never given him to hide away
and do no good with."
"Perhaps he may have a reason for living quietly. All gentlemen do not
care for great parties and a deal of show," replied Mrs. Brown. "Very
likely he gives—"
Mr. Duff had not patience to hear the rest. With a look of pity for
Mrs. Brown, and scorn at the idea of Mr. Burton's imaginary
generosity, he exclaimed: "He give away his money! Not he, indeed.
He's too close fisted for that; and it is his love of money that makes
him hoard what it is his Christian duty to spend."
Mr. Duff brought his hand down on the counter with such a thump, that
he made little Mrs. Brown start and colour, as she said, "Dear, how
you startled me! I'm a little bit out of sorts, through losing my
night's rest, and a trifle puts me about."
The baker apologised, and hoped there was nobody ill at Mrs. Brown's.
"It's only baby that is restless o' nights just now. She's about her
teeth," she replied.
"I get so angry when I think of the good that man might do with his
money, that I'm afraid I forget myself," said Mr. Duff. "Now I'll just
give you a sample of those two gentlemen, and it was only yesterday
I witnessed the whole affair. Mr. Burton was coming along in his
steady, plodding way, never so much as giving a 'good-day' to anybody,
when old Ann Willis hobbled towards him and asked him for a copper.
He shook his head at the poor old body and went on his way.
"Just after, Mr. James came by, and old Ann never looked at him.
I suppose she thought, if the rich brother had nothing to spare,
the poorer one was certain not to have a penny handy. Would you
believe it? Mr. James did not want to be asked, but he out with a
sixpence and gave it to Ann, with as pleasant a look as I ever wish
to see."
"And I dare say she took it straight to the public-house," replied
Mrs. Brown, who seemed fated to take what Mr. Duff would have called
"the shine" out of his remarks concerning the brothers Burton.
"That might be. Old Ann was certainly the worse for drink last night.
But that doesn't say that Mr. James was not kind and generous
in giving her the sixpence. She's dreadfully poor, you know."
"And I'm afraid she always will be," sighed little Mrs. Brown,
without, however, saying hard words about the unfortunate woman's
bad habit.
"Then there was Dick Pearson. He met Mr. James just opposite my door,
but that was in the evening. He had been working at the Hall, and was
on his way home. He touched his cap to Mr. James and got a pleasant,
'Good-evening, Dick. Done your work for to-day? Here's the value of a
glass of beer for you. I'll be bound you got none at the Hall.'"
"That was how Mr. James spoke to him, and dropped the money for a pint
into Dick's hand. Now, isn't he a generous, free-handed gentleman?"
Again Mrs. Brown gave no direct answer, but asked, "What did Dick say?
Did he take the money?"
"He was going to say something, but Mr. James did not give him
a chance. He just dropped the coppers into his hand, and, with a
little nod to Dick, was off and out of sight round the corner without
another word. He wanted no thanks, you see."
"Dick would not drink the money," said Mrs. Brown, in a tone of
conviction. "He has more sense than to be enticed in that way. I dare
say if Mr. James would have listened to him, Dick could have said that
if Mr. Burton gave no beer at the Hall, he gave what was better.
I know my husband was working up there, and they were not bound to
give him anything but his bare wages, though it is the custom, and
more's the pity, to send them a jug of beer now and again! Well, my
Tom wants no allowance, because he doesn't drink, and those that like
it got none from Mr. Burton. But more than once they were called into
the kitchen, and a comfortable cup of hot coffee, with meat and bread,
put before them, which did them good, for the weather was cold. When
the job was finished Mr. Burton said to the men, 'I dare say you
wonder that I have given you no allowance whilst you have been here,
and I have my reason for it. There are some teetotallers among you,
and those do not want beer. There are some drinking men among you, and
I do not want to be the means of starting them on the wrong road.
The gift of a glass of beer or spirits is often a present that costs
him who gets it the price of many more. Sometimes it costs him his
work or his place, doesn't it, my men?' They said, 'Yes, sir,' and
there were those among them who hung down their heads, for the words
went home, seeing the thing had happened to themselves. 'Well,' said
Mr. Burton, 'I reckon that drink-giving is bad for those that like it
and bad for those that don't. It leads the weak ones astray, and
unless it is made up to the sober workers in some other way it puts a
premium on drink. Now, you men have all worked heartily and satisfied
me, so I shall divide amongst you the money I might have spent in beer
for the drinkers, with a little extra, to show that I am satisfied.
Only let it go to the wives, if you please.' Now, I don't call that
being close fisted, Mr. Duff," continued Mrs. Brown, in her quiet way,
"and I dare say Dick Pearson could tell you the same sort of tale."
The baker could not withstand such evidence, but he liked Mrs. Brown's
words no better for being equally true and reasonable. He felt angry
at the little woman for having proved him in the wrong, but she was a
good customer, and he did not wish to offend her.
"Speak well of the bridge that carries you safe over the river," said
he. "You are right to speak of Mr. Burton as you have found him. But,
after all, what was a little present to a lot of workmen once in a
way? I was talking of his general close fistedness. There's no mistake
about this. Mr. Burton has much and spends little. He doesn't live up
to his means and circulate his money as he should do. He may give a
few shillings amongst a lot of workpeople, but what of that? See what
he has left. I can't bear those close fisted folks. Give me a
pleasant, free-spoken gentleman like Mr. James, that does not want
to be asked to do a kindness."
Mrs. Brown had no time to waste in talk. Her articles were now ready
and packed into the large square basket, for which two of her boys
were to call on the way from school. But as she gave a civil
"good-day" to Mr. Duff, and stepped into the street, she saw
Mr. Burton passing the shop.
The baker saw him too, and wondered if by chance the gentleman had
heard his loud-toned remarks, uttered as he followed his customer
to the door. He looked disconcerted, and shrank back into his shop,
whilst little Mrs. Brown, having the memory of no hard judgments
on her conscience, dropped a respectful courtesy, and received a
pleasant greeting from the owner of the Hall. As she walked briskly
homeward she thought to herself, "Mr. James may be free-handed,
as Duff says, and he may give so as to make a great show with very
little money; for, after all, it was only a matter of ninepence that
he gave to old Ann Willis and Dick Pearson. As to the sixpence,
he might as well have thrown it into the gutter as given it to the
poor old creature, who would be safe to spend it so as to do herself
harm. Mr. James knows what she is. Dick Pearson is a bit proud in his
way, and though Duff might think it generous of Mr. James to give him
money for a pint of beer, I believe Dick would have sooner he had let
it alone. Mr. Burton gives in a sensible way, both to do good and
to please those he helps, and he makes no fuss about it. Duff may say
what he likes, but he would never persuade me that he is one of the
selfish sort, though I have only little things to go by."
Certain familiar words came into Mrs. Brown's mind as she went on her
way, "When thou doest alms let not thy left hand know what thy right
hand doeth."
Maybe neither of the brothers' little gifts could be called
almsgiving; but, thought Mrs. Brown, "They show the spirit of the two
gentlemen. One is for letting all the world see if he gives a copper;
the other cares that his gifts shall be such as his Father which is
in heaven will approve of."
Mrs. Brown was right. The one brother desired the good opinion of men,
the other to act as in the sight of God.