CHAPTER XIX.

Sam is now off, and for a season we must bid him adieu. Jim and Ned felt

sorely the loss of one with whom they had been so long and happily

connected; but matters of the last importance soon demanded their

attention, and for the time banished thoughts of friends, and almost all

other earthly considerations. Their business had hitherto been

prosperous, and they had yet to learn, by their own experience, some of

those trials which business men are ever liable to suffer. The

advantage which they possessed of receiving supplies immediately from

one of the largest marts in our country not only insured to them the

trade of individual families, but also that of many stores removed far

back into the country; with these they were obliged to deal on liberal

terms, allowing them a credit of sufficient length to meet the slow

returns of a country trade. They had as yet carried on a successful

traffic, settling every six months by an exchange of produce, or a note

at short time.

One article of country produce had become a valuable item in their

trade--the pine timber from the barrens--and so urgent was the demand

for it, in consequence of its excellent quality, and the facility with

which it could be floated to market, that they found it necessary to

make large purchases beyond what they would receive as an exchange of

goods; these purchases had frequently to be made by an advance of

one-half or three-fourths of the value, and the balance paid on

delivery.

As their orders of late had been much increased, they had exerted

themselves to procure funds, and by this method had, as they supposed,

secured a very large and valuable lot of timber.

One morning--the very day after the departure of Sam--they were favoured

with a visit from Mr. Cross. James, the elder partner, received him

politely, but with some reserve; for, to tell the truth, they had no

favorable opinion of his character. He had a fine lot of timber for

sale, and would be glad to contract with them for it.

'We have already engaged as much as we need at present, sir, and are

expecting it every day; in fact, Mr. Bolton promised to deliver it last

week, but I presume he has met with some unexpected hindrance.'

'If it is from Mr. Bolton you are expecting the timber, I think you may

give up looking for it, as I have been obliged to take all he has on

hand, to secure myself for a debt he owed me. I suppose you know that he

has gone to pieces?'

As Mr. Cross said this, he cast a very inquisitive glance at young

Montjoy--

'I hope you have not advanced much to neighbor Bolton on account of the

timber; these are tight times, you know.'

Just then Ned entered the store, and handed his brother a letter, which

he had opened and read. Jim saw too clearly that there was a good reason

for the very serious air which his brother's countenance assumed, when

he handed it to him.

'I believe, Mr. Cross, that we can do nothing about the timber this

morning.'

'Good morning, gentlemen.'

No sooner had their visitor left, than they retired to a little back

room at the end of their store, where they had held many a pleasant

conversation in company with their friend Sam. Heretofore, when they had

repaired to this room, it had been with light hearts, and many a joyous

hour had they passed there--far different feelings now pressed their

spirits. Their trials until now had been of the light and transient

kind, which a little youthful energy, a little determination of purpose,

or putting forth of physical power, could overcome and scatter. Now they

have got a lesson to learn on a new page of life.

When they reached the room, Jim again read over the letter, which proved

to be another messenger with bad tidings.

It ran as follows:--

'GENTLEMEN,--I am sorry to be compelled to inform you that the two

notes of Bowers & Co. and Jones & Brothers, which fell due

yesterday at the Bank, were protested for non-payment; the note

which I hold of yours for fifteen hundred dollars, and to meet

which the above notes were left with me, will be due in ten days,

and you will be obliged to remit the amount, or otherwise arrange

for it, as the distressing pressure at present on the money market

will render it utterly impossible for me to honor your note from my

own resources. I send this by private hands in advance of the mail,

as I wish you to have the earliest notice possible of this event.

'Yours respectfully,

'JAMES MCFALL.'

To make this letter more intelligible, it may be proper to state that

Mr. McFall was a personal friend of the Montjoys, who attended to their

banking arrangements--the institution being at such a distance (full

twenty miles) as rendered such aid necessary. He received their notes

payable at the bank, due from merchants, collected and made payments as

they directed, and having facilities, whenever they needed funds for

extra service, procured for them what they wanted, either upon their own

note, for which he held the business paper as security, or upon the

paper itself. In the case of the fifteen hundred dollar note mentioned

in the letter, he had procured the money from the bank on it alone, and

held their business paper in two notes for about the same amount; these

failing to be met, he was obliged to look to them for payment.

To describe the feelings of the two young men, as the alarming news

broke upon them, and the calamitous consequences which it threatened,

would be a vain attempt. Had an earthquake burst at mid-day, and with

its convulsive quiver rocked their building, until they could see the

tottering fabric parting at its joints and falling upon their devoted

heads, it could not have waked up more intense, more appalling

sensations. They had begun by the sweat of their brow; they had exerted

every energy; they had advanced step by step; their business had grown

by a natural progress; they had not forced it by speculation, nor by an

undue haste to acquire wealth; they had abstained from borrowing on the

names of others, and from lending their own; they had trusted to none

but those who stood well in trade; their yearly gains were such as they

had every reason to be contented with; and, but yesterday, they felt

firm in their own strength, and buoyant with the fair prospect before

them. Now their foundation is gone, and the labor of years that are

past, and hope for years to come, alike vanished, as a vision, from

before them.

Ned had so long been accustomed to lean upon his brother in every

emergency, to have him think out a way for them, that hitherto he had

never troubled himself with any further care than faithfully attending

to the execution of his plans. Now he saw that the staff upon which he

had leaned was broken: the pale features, the knit brow, the clammy

sweat that stood upon his temples; the vacant gaze with which he looked

upon the letter that lay folded in his hands, told him that James was

sore dismayed, and at his wit's end.

'Let us go, Jim, and tell mother all about it.'

But Jim answered him not; he merely sighed and wiped his forehead, and

then leaning forward, covered his face, as if he wished to hide even

from his brother the agony that was wringing his bosom.

Oh! ye who despise the plodding toil of your daily labor, who think it

drudgery to follow the plough, and handle the hoe, and reap the fields,

and gather in your scanty gains, and are ashamed of the homely fare and

the rude dress that these afford you, could you but have known the

bitterness of that trial which was sending its pangs into the heart of

that young man, you would prize more highly the freedom you have from

distressing care, the independence you enjoy of either the frown or the

favor of man, the quiet that is spread over all your humble enjoyments,

and the peace of mind which goes with you to your rest and meets your

waking thoughts. Depend upon it, that the glitter of wealth is purchased

at a higher price than your imagination fancies.

Ned did not venture again to disturb his brother's meditations, and

began even to hope that he was devising some plan for their rescue; but

for once his clear and business intellect was at fault. The blow was so

sudden, that his young mind could only suffer, without being able to

wake up its energies to meet and ward off its consequences. Conscious at

last that something must be done, and not sufficiently composed to know

what that must be, he quietly arose, folded the letter, and placing it

in his pocket--

'You are right, Ned; let us go and tell mother. She ought to know how

things stand, without delay.'

It was no strange thing for these young men to make a confidant of their

mother. She had accustomed them to tell her all their thoughts, and thus

had they grown up beneath her fostering care; and opening, as they did

to her, the fountain of their soul, she watched each bubble that came

sparkling up, cleared all the dross and specks away with sweet maternal

care; and still she loved to watch--it was her life's one duty; for well

she knew, if all was bright and pure within the living spring, the

streams must, in the end, be bright and sparkling too.

Alarmed at once by the appearance of her sons, as they entered the

little room, where she sat with their sweet sister, plying their busy

needles, she laid aside her task, and turning her anxious eye on James--

'What is it, my children? James, I know you are in some great trouble.'

'We are in trouble, mother, and we have thought it our duty to let you

know all about it at once.' And they each took a seat beside her, while

Ellen, the darling of their hearts, unused to any thing but smiles from

her dear brothers, took Ned's hand in hers, and pressed it in all the

warmth of her love, and wept as she looked at the calm yet serious

countenance of her light-hearted brother.

In a very straight-forward way, James told his mother the news which had

just been brought to them, and ended his communication by saying:

'Thus you see, mother, at one blow, is swept away all that we, have

earned by our labors for these six years past; but that is not the worst

of it.'

'You are afraid, my son, that it will take more than you have earned; it

will leave you in debt?'

'Yes, mother, it will leave us, I fear, one thousand dollars worse than

nothing, and that is not all.'

'That is bad enough, James, but I hope you cannot accuse yourselves of

any wrong proceedings--any--'

'Nothing wrong, mother, that we can see; but we shall lose--we shall

lose our credit, and that, mother, is worse than death.'--And Jim could

stand no more; manly as he was, he covered his face, and gave way to a

passionate burst of grief.

Mrs. Montjoy spoke not until the violence of it was past, and then, in a

very calm and soothing way, gave such counsel as her judgment best

dictated.

There is something in the tones of a mother's voice that goes at once to

the heart of man. James felt the influence of her sweet words, lulling

the violence of the storm within. Calmer views began to break upon

him--a juster sense of the responsibility of his present situation. This

was his hour of adversity, and he must act the man.

Ned, too, began to feel his heart grow lighter.

'Come, Jim, let us keep up a good heart; things may come round right at

last, and if the worst happens, we can go to work again in the old

garden.'

'Ah, my son, you will often think of your boyhood's days in that garden:

you worked hard, but you were light-hearted and happy, although you

sometimes complained of back-aches and blistered hands.'

'Mother, I tell you what,' said Ned, 'heart-aches are worse than

back-aches; the one you can sleep off, the other I don't believe we can

get rid of in that way.'

'Yes, brother, now that we look back upon them, those were the happiest

days, I think, that you and I will ever see; but we did not think so

then. Now we cannot go back; we must, therefore, as mother says, meet

this trouble like men, and urge our way along the best we may. Mother, I

thank you for your dear good words, they have revived my spirit'--and he

stooped and kissed her. 'And now, Ned, we have a great deal to do; let

us be about it.'

As soon as the brothers were alone, Jim showed that he was himself

again, and in a very calm and business-like manner prepared for action.

'The first thing we must do, Ned, will be to see exactly how we stand.

While you are attending to customers, I will make an abstract of our

books. Then this evening, when the store is closed, we will take an

account of our stock; we shall then know better our situation, and what

course to pursue. We must put on a cheerful countenance, and keep

straight along as usual, for to-day at any rate.'

'I don't know about the cheerful face, Jim, but I will do the best I

can.'

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