NO COWARD AFTER ALL.
WHEN he began to talk things over with Duke, Noel was much astonished
to find that his brother regarded him in the light of a hero.
"I could never have done it," Duke protested. "I should either have
shown the men where the money was, or I should have told a story and
declared that I did not know. After all, Noel, you are braver than I."
"Oh, no! How can you say so?" cried Noel. "You know how I hate being
alone in the dark, and I am frightened at ever so many things that you
don't mind in the least."
"All the same, I should have been afraid of those men, and I would not
have held out as you did," said Duke. "I should have told them a lie,
and that would show me a coward, would it not, mother?"
"You are right; it is a cowardly thing to tell a lie," said Mrs.
Bryden. "Noel was sorely tempted to do so, and I am glad and thankful
that he resisted the temptation. A man, or a boy, is not a coward
because he feels fear, but only if he gives way to that fear when he
ought to struggle against it. A man's limbs may tremble when his heart
is resolute, and it is the heart that counts. You cannot grow up to
be brave, true, strong men, fighters on Christ's side against the
evil of the world, unless you learn while you are boys to resist the
temptations to meanness and cowardice and deceit, which are, I think, a
boy's worst faults."
"It was all through my not being straight that we got shut behind that
door," said Duke. "Mother, I will try to be straight; but it is not
easy when the other boys want you to do things."
"I know it is not easy," said his mother. "It is often very hard to
do right; but there is One Who is ready to help us in every difficult
effort if we trust in Him. You know Whom I mean, boys—our Elder
Brother, Who was tempted as we are, yet never overcome by evil."
The boys were silent for a few moments, then Noel asked:
"Did you know, mother, that there was a door behind that picture?"
"No, dear. I wonder now that it never struck me that there must be
a secret passage to the shore from the old tower, for that explains
why it was so difficult to trace Mr. Alan's comings and goings. His
movements were attended by so much mystery that some of the more
ignorant people about here believed him to be a wizard."
"Will you tell him how we found his gold?" asked Duke.
"I think not," said Mrs. Bryden; "it would excite him too much. But I
shall tell his brother."
She had hardly said it when the post arrived, bringing her a letter.
It was from Mr. Oscar Torrington, and brought sad news. The change had
done his brother no good. His mental trouble had increased. In fact,
he had grown worse, and had died in a few days. Mr. Oscar was bringing
his brother's body home to be buried at Trevethick, and the funeral
would take place on the day following his arrival. After giving many
necessary directions, Mr. Torrington thoughtfully added a line to beg
that Mrs. Bryden would not send away her boys on his account.
So it came about that the boys themselves led Mr. Torrington to the
spot where his brother's hoard was hidden. He was greatly interested in
the story of Noel's encounter with the thieves. He took such a liking
for the little boy as helped to soothe his grief for the loss of his
brother. He told Mrs. Bryden that the money Noel had saved from the men
should be spent on his education and advancement in life.
In after years the boys spent many happy days at Egloshayle House.
Noel continued to be such a favourite with its owner, who had no near
relatives of his own, that, as the lad approached manhood, it was
rumoured in the neighbourhood that Mr. Torrington meant to make him
his heir.
THE END.
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