MONEY AGAIN.
THAT Isaac should never again allude to his lost gold was hardly to
be expected, more especially with his infirm memory. But from that
day it became apparent that a marked change was passing over the poor
old man. He clung yet more to Daisy, and evidently liked to hear her
voice reading from the Bible or speaking to him of the things of God,
so long left utterly out of his life. And though at times he broke out
into his old moanings, he would frequently check himself, saying, with
sudden recollection, "No, no, I'm not a-going to cry for the gold,—am
I, Daisy?" And later on he began sometimes to add, "It was God took the
gold, wasn't it, Daisy?"
He was very feeble in mind, and very ignorant also. Daisy was often
sorely disappointed to find how little he could understand, how rapidly
the impression made upon him one hour would fade away the next. But Mr.
Roper, to whom she one day confided her distress, warned her not to
expect too much.
"Your father is like a child in many ways," he said, "only with less
sense than a child, Daisy, and with no memory. It is of no use to
attempt to teach him, as you would teach a man in full vigour. All
we can do is to lead him on gently, by very short steps, and in very
simple paths. If he can take in the two great truths, first that he is
a helpless sinner, and secondly that Christ is able and willing to save
him, it is as much as we can hope for." And Daisy was comforted.
John Davis was by this time out of hospital, but instead of his wife
going to him, he had joined his wife at Old Meadow. The girl, Bess, had
been dismissed, and Mary did all the house-work and cooking, besides
attending to the wants of Daisy and her father, and besides taking many
a half-day's charing. John was by no means so capable a man bodily as
he had once been, but he found work without difficulty, much interest
being felt in his case. And as he had now signed the pledge, and as he
kept it, he worked more steadily than of old, and thereby actually made
more money than when his bodily strength had been greater. He and his
wife thenceforward had their abode in the kitchen regions of the old
house, having house-room free, but costing Isaac nothing in the way of
food, and saving him the expense of a servant.
The arrangement was a happy one. As months went on, however, it became
apparent that a change was inevitable. Old Meadow would have to be
sold. Daisy could see no loophole of escape from this conclusion.
Through the gifts of kind friends, and the disposal of certain useless
articles of furniture, she had managed to keep on for a while, but she
knew that to keep on thus much longer was a simple impossibility.
The thought of leaving her home was a trouble to Daisy, and she could
not for a long while resolve to tell her father what was impending.
When she did, he was terribly upset, and cried like a child. He was
angry also, and spoke to Daisy as he had not spoken for a long while.
Daisy was firm, though grieved, and she told him that it would have to
be. They had nothing to live upon, and the house and garden would bring
in a nice sum of money.
Isaac seized upon this idea suddenly, as if it were quite new to him.
"Bring in money! Why, it'll bring in lots," he said eagerly. "Lots of
gold, Daisy!" and the old greedy glitter might be seen in his eyes.
"Father, are you going to love the gold again?" asked Daisy
sorrowfully. "You can't love money and love God as well."
But Isaac did not attend to what she said. He was strangely absent and
restless, all that evening and all the next day. And instead of his
former dislike to parting with the house, he now seemed quite eager to
get rid of it as fast as possible. Daisy found the whole thing suddenly
taken out of her hands.
The selling of the house was a matter of no difficulty. Mr. Marriott,
a wealthy gentleman to whom most of the land in and around Banks
belonged, had long wished to add to his possessions Old Meadow and the
ground upon which it stood. As soon as he heard of Isaac's intentions,
he offered a fair and liberal sum. Isaac Meads closed with the offer
immediately, and the affair was quickly settled. Isaac's stipulation,
that the full amount should be paid over into his own hands the day
before that on which he and Daisy would quit Old Meadow, met with no
opposition.
Daisy awaited that day in fear and trembling. A small low-rented
cottage was found, and some of the old worn furniture was removed
thither. John and Mary Davis would still reside under Isaac's roof, as
before. Daisy was becoming quite reconciled to the thought of the move,
and she even looked forward with positive pleasure to the tidy bright
little cottage, instead of this rambling and gloomy place.
But how if the old money greed were to seize anew upon Isaac, shadowing
their lives again?
Isaac's restlessness and abstraction increased day by day. He often
refused now to let Daisy read to him out of the Bible, and checked
her when she would have spoken of God. His manner quite ceased to be
affectionate, and the eager unhappy look, of late absent from his face,
was creeping over it once more.
Daisy could do little except pray for him. She had no power to meet the
threatening evil.
The day of the money-payment at length came.
All through the night before Isaac had not slept. Daisy knew this, for
his bed was undisturbed. He had not taken off his clothes or lain down
at all. The old slavery to gold was tugging at his heartstrings, and he
could not rest. At breakfast he seemed fractious and miserable.
Mrs. Roper appeared afterwards for a few minutes. She knew how things
were, and she and her husband were very sorry for Daisy's new anxiety.
Mrs. Roper hoped to have a few words with Isaac about investing the
money that was coming to him; but when she spoke, she found his mind to
be in a hopelessly stolid and dense condition. He either could not or
would not understand a word that she uttered.
Then Mrs. Roper went away, and Mr. Marriott's agent and attorney came
in. The business was very soon completed. Old Meadow belonged no more
to Isaac Meads; but Isaac sat in the parlour, a bundle of bank-notes
clasped in one withered hand, a small bag of gold pieces hugged to him
by the other, and an expression of stealthy satisfaction in his face.
"Father, we must put this into the Bank for you," said Daisy.
Isaac looked up at her, chuckling. "Gold—gold, Daisy," he said
exultingly. "Fifty pieces of gold in here, and lots more when I've
changed all the bank-notes. Gold, Daisy!"
"Father, we must put all this money into the Bank at once, or it will
be stolen," said Daisy steadily. "Then we can think what to do with it.
Mr. Roper will advise us."
"I'm not a-going to have one penny of it in a Bank," retorted Isaac
loudly. "The Banks are always a-failing. I'll keep it myself, so as no
one shall get at it. I'll change all the notes for gold as soon as ever
I can, and I'll lock it up safe—safe, Daisy."
"But the last was not safe," said Daisy. "It was stolen, in spite of
all you could do. And there will be no secret places in our new home,
father. And if the money is properly invested, Mr. Roper says it will
bring in enough for you and me to live on; but if we keep it locked up
and use it bit by bit, it will by-and-by be all gone."
"I'm not a-going to use it," said Isaac, "nor to spend it. I'm going to
lock it up safe, so as nobody shall get at it."
"But, father, we have nothing else to live upon," said Daisy.
She could make no impression on him. He hugged his newly-gotten
treasure tightly, and refused to answer her. All day he sat thus,
gloating over it, seeming to care for nothing else.
Was gold once more to usurp dominion over his whole being, as the idol
of his aged heart?
Daisy sorrowfully considered what to do, and consulted with Mary. They
took care that he should be alone all day, fearing that a report might
get about of the money in the house. Old Isaac, generally so drowsy,
did not sleep; neither did he show any inclination to eat. But this
could not continue. Towards evening they found that he was becoming
very heavy; and at length, as he nodded in his easy-chair, the bundle
of notes almost slipped from his grasp. Daisy gently took hold of it,
and tried to draw it away. But Isaac in a moment was awake, and he
struck at her savagely. Daisy narrowly escaped a severe blow.
A few minutes later Mr. Roper came in, and was made acquainted with
the state of affairs. "This will never do," he said. "The money will
be stolen to a certainty. I think you had better let me have some
conversation with your father, Daisy. I will try to make him understand
the danger of keeping so large a sum lying about."
"I am afraid it will be of no use," Daisy said sadly. "But do please
try."
Mr. Roper went alone to the parlour, and the interview following was
a very long one. A less kind and patient man would have given up the
attempt in half the time. But Mr. Roper persevered, going over and over
the same ground, repeating the same arguments, bearing with the old
man's dulness and obstinacy, and at length his efforts met with partial
success.
The parlour door opened, and Mr. Roper said, "Daisy!"
Daisy quickly answered the call, and found her father tottering towards
the front door.
"Daisy, your father is going to pay his notes into the Bank at once for
greater safety. He wishes to do it himself, so I will accompany him.
I think he will manage that little distance, with the help of my arm.
Where is his great-coat?"
"Oh, thank you!" said Daisy almost breathlessly.
"I have promised not to interfere about the bag of gold," Mr. Roper
added in a lower voice. "It is not safe his keeping that about him; but
the chief part of the money will be secured. You and I will have some
conversation another day as to the investment of it."
Daisy could only repeat her "Oh, thank you," marvelling at his success.
She brought her father's shabby hat and tindery great-coat, and watched
him totter feebly down the road, leaning on Mr. Roper's strong arm, and
muttering to himself.
The Bank was not three minutes' quick walk distant, but a good
half-hour went by before the two came back. Isaac said nothing to
Daisy. He reached his easy-chair, and sank into it with a groan. Then
he drew out from under his great-coat the little bag of gold pieces.
"He has that still," said Daisy.
"Yes," Mr. Roper answered; "I must leave that to you. Here is the
bank-book, Daisy. It is best in your charge. Put it safely away, and
I do not think your father will remember to ask you for it. He seems
content with the gold."