CHAPTER XVI.

JOHN HOLL, DUST CONTRACTOR.

IT was a pathetic meeting between Captain Bayley and his newly-found

grandson. The latter had been astounded at the wonderful news that Mrs.

Holl had brought home. His first thought was that of indignation, that

his mother should have been a penniless wanderer in the streets of

London, while her father was rolling in wealth; but Mrs. Holl's

description of the old officer's agitation and pleasure, and the long

efforts which he had made to find his daughter, convinced him that there

must at least have been some fault on both sides.

"My poor boy," Captain Bayley said, as he entered the room, "if you knew

how long and earnestly I have sought for you, and how many years I have

grieved and repented my harshness to your mother, you would not find it

in your heart to think hardly of me. We were both to blame, my boy, and

we were both punished, heavily punished; but you shall have all the

story some day. I know that it must be a bitter thought for you that she

died homeless, save for the shelter which this good woman afforded her;

but I hope that you will be able to find it in your heart to forgive an

old man who has been terribly punished, and that you will let me do my

best to atone by making your life as happy as I can."

Harry took the hand which the old officer held out to him.

"For myself, I have nothing to forgive, sir. My life has been a happy

one, thanks to the kindness and love of my father and mother here; as to

my real mother, of course, I do not remember her, nor is it for me to

judge between her and you. At any rate I can well believe that you must

have suffered greatly. I have been thinking it over, and it seems to me

that the mere fact that your wishes have at last been carried out, and

that you have so strangely found your daughter's son, would seem as if

any wrongs you did her are considered by God as atoned for. I am sorry

that I am a cripple; I have been sorry before sometimes, but never so

sorry as now, for it must be a great disappointment to you."

"I am so pleased at finding you as you are, my boy," Captain Bayley

said, "for I had feared that if you were alive it must be as a vagrant,

or perhaps even a criminal, that your bodily misfortune is as nothing in

my eyes. This is my ward, Miss Hardy; she is something like a

granddaughter to me, and is prepared to be a sister to you."

"I have heard of her from Evan, sir," Harry said, with a bright look at

the girl. "He has told me how every one in the house loves her, and how

fond my kind friend----" But here he stopped abruptly. The tale of

Frank's sudden departure was a subject of frequent discussion at the

Holls', as well as in the servants' hall in Eaton Square; and although

Harry's indignation on behalf of his friend had been extreme, he paused

now before uttering the name, for at this first meeting with his

relation he felt that no unpleasant topic should be introduced.

There was a moment's silence as he paused, but Alice advanced fearlessly

and gave the boy her hand.

"Thank you, Harry, for what you say, and we shall be all the better

friends because you love, as I do, my dear good cousin, Frank."

"Well, Harry," Captain Bayley said hastily, "when will you come home to

me? I don't want to press you to leave your kind friends here too

suddenly, but I am longing to have you home. I have the carriage at the

end of the street if you will come now."

"No, grandfather, not to-day; I will come to-morrow. Father took his

dinner away with him, and he will not be back till this evening, and I

am not going to let him come and find me gone."

"Quite right, my boy, quite right," Captain Bayley said. "Then

to-morrow, at eleven o'clock, I will come round in the carriage and

fetch you. Mrs. Holl, remember that Harry Bayley owes you a deep debt of

gratitude, which he will do his best some day to repay as far as it is

in his power. Good-bye, Harry, for the present. I am glad your mother

gave you my name; it seems to show she thought kindly of me at the last.

Perhaps she found, poor girl, that I had not been altogether wrong in my

opposition to her unhappy fancy."

The following day Harry was installed in Eaton Square. Captain Bayley

was delighted to find how easily and naturally he fell into the new

position, how well he expressed himself, and how wide was his range of

knowledge.

"He is a gentleman, every inch," he exclaimed delightedly to Alice. "If

you knew how I have thought of him you would understand how happy it

makes me to see him what he is."

Captain Bayley lost no time in obtaining the best possible surgical

advice for his grandson; their opinion was not as favourable as he had

hoped. Had he been properly treated at the time of his accident he

might, they said, have made a complete recovery; but now it was too

late. However, they thought that by means of surgical appliances, and a

course of medicinal baths, he might recover the use of his legs to some

extent, and be able to walk with crutches. This was something, and the

Captain determined at once to carry their advice into effect.

Between Alice Hardy and the lad a strong friendship speedily sprang up.

The girl's bright talk, which was so different from anything he had

hitherto experienced was very delightful to the lad; but the strong bond

between them was their mutual feeling about Frank. From her Harry

learned the charge under which Frank laboured, and his indignant

repudiation of the possibility of such a thing delighted Alice's heart;

hitherto she had been alone in her belief, and it was delightful to her

to talk with one who was of her own way of thinking. She infected Harry

with her own dislike and suspicions of Fred Barkley, and amused the lad

greatly by telling him how, when she had heard of the discovery of his

existence, she had, when Mrs. Holl left, gone straight up to her room

and indulged in a wild dance of delight at the destruction of Fred's

hope of being Captain Bayley's sole heir.

"It was glorious," she said. "I knew Fred hated Frank, though Frank,

silly old boy, was always taking his part with me, and scolding me

because I didn't like his cousin; and I am quite, quite sure that he has

had something to do with getting Frank into this dreadful scrape, and it

was glorious to think that just when he thought that he had got the

field clear, and uncle Harry all to himself, you should suddenly appear

and put his nose out of joint. That's a very unladylike expression,

Harry, and I know I oughtn't to use it, but there's nothing else does so

well. It's Fred's holidays now, and he is away; I expect uncle will

write and tell him all about it. I wish he wouldn't, for I would give

anything to see his face when he walks in and sees you sitting here and

hears who you are."

"Oh! but I hope," Harry said, "that grandfather won't make any

difference to any one because of me. What would be the use of much money

to me. Of course I should like to have a little house, with a man to

wheel me about; but what could I want beyond that?"

"Oh! nonsense, Harry. In the first place you are going to get better;

and even if you were not, you could enjoy life in lots of ways. Of

course you would have nice carriages and horses; you might keep a

yacht--Frank was always saying that he would like to have a yacht,--and

I don't see why you shouldn't go into Parliament. I am sure you are

clever enough, and I have heard uncle say that three-fourths of the

members are fools. He says something naughty before fools, but you know

he swears dreadfully; he does not mean it, not in the least; I suppose

he learned it in India. I tell him it is very wrong sometimes, but he

says he is too old to get rid of bad habits. I wish he wouldn't do it;

and the worst of it is, Harry," she said plaintively, "that instead of

being very much shocked, as I ought to be, very often I can hardly help

laughing, he does put in that dreadful word so funnily."

"No, I should not care about being in Parliament," the boy said. "If I

were ever so rich I think I might like a yacht; still, a yacht, if it

were only a small one, would cost a great deal of money, and I do hope

that grandfather won't disappoint any one for my sake."

Captain Bayley had, however, a few days after the discovery of his

grandson, and after having satisfied himself how lovable the lad was,

and how worthy in all respects to be his heir, written to Fred Barkley,

telling him that his grandson had been found, and that he was all that

he could wish to find him.

"Naturally, Fred," he wrote, "this will make a considerable difference

in your prospects. At the same time, as you have been led to believe

that you would come into a considerable property at my death, and as you

have done nothing to forfeit my confidence and affection, having proved

yourself in all ways a steady and industrious and honourable young

fellow, I do not consider it right that you should be altogether

disinherited by a discovery which has occasioned me such vast pleasure.

I have therefore instructed my solicitor to prepare a new will. By this

he will settle my property in Warwickshire, and my town house, upon my

grandson; but my other house property, and a portion of my money in

stocks and shares, which has been accumulating for many years, will be

left to you, the value of the legacy being, I calculate, about one-half

of that of the property left to my grandson. Thus you will be in nearly

the same position you would have occupied had not your cousin Frank

forfeited, by his disgraceful conduct, his place in my affections."

Whatever may have been the feelings of Fred Barkley when he received

this communication, he wrote a graceful letter of congratulation to his

uncle, expressing his pleasure at the discovery of his long-lost

grandson, and with many thanks for his kind intention on his own behalf.

His anger and disappointment were so great that he did not return to

town until the day before he was going up to Cambridge--having left

Westminster at the end of the preceding term--for he did not feel

himself equal, before that time, to continue to play his part, and to

express personally the sentiments which he had written. What rendered

his disappointment even more bitter was the thought that, indirectly, it

was Frank who had dealt him the blow, for Captain Bayley had mentioned

in his letter that it was through the boy whom his cousin had

recommended as an assistant to the footman that the discovery had been

made.

The visit that he paid at Eaton Square was a short one. To his relief

Alice was not present, for he was certain that she would have watched

him with malicious pleasure. But there had been a passage of arms

between her and her guardian of a more serious nature than any which had

occurred since she had been under his care, owing to her having

expressed herself with her usual frankness respecting Fred's visit.

Her guardian had resented this warmly, and had rated her so severely as

to what he called her wicked prejudice against Fred, that she had

retired to her room in tears. This defeat of his favourite had not

predisposed Harry to any more favourable opinion of his unknown cousin;

but Fred, relieved from the presence of Alice, acted his part so well,

and infused so genuine a ring into the tone of his congratulations, that

he did much to dissipate the prejudice with which Harry was prepared to

regard him. Alice was quick to observe the impression which Fred had

made, and quarrelled hotly with Harry concerning it.

"I am disappointed in you altogether, Harry. I have looked upon you as

being a real friend of Frank, and now you desert him directly his enemy

says a few soft words to you. I despise such friendship, and I don't

want to have anything more to say to you."

In vain Harry protested. The girl flung herself out of the room in deep

anger, and thenceforth, for a long time, Harry was made to feel that

although she wished to be civil to him as her guardian's grandson, yet

that the bond of union between them was entirely broken. Harry himself

had lost no time in speaking to his grandfather on behalf of Frank.

"My dear Harry," the old man said, "my faith in his innocence was as

strong as yours, and, crushing as the proofs seemed to be, I would never

have doubted him had he defended himself. But he did not; he never sent

me a line to ask me to suspend my judgment or to declare his innocence;

he ran away like a thief at night, and, although Fred generously tried

to soften the fact to me, there is no doubt he admitted his guilt to

him. Still, after the lesson I had in your mother's case, I would

forgive him did I know where he was.

"I do not say, Harry, that I would restore him to his place in my

affection and confidence, that of course would be impossible; but I

would willingly send him a cheque for a handsome amount, say for five

thousand pounds, to establish him in business, or set him up in a farm

in one of the colonies."

"That is no use, grandfather," Harry said, "if he is innocent--as I most

firmly believe him to be, in spite of everything against him, and shall

believe him to be to my dying day, unless he himself tells me that he

was guilty--he will not accept either your forgiveness or your money.

What I wish is that he could be found. I wish that I could see him, or

that you could see him, face to face, and that we could hear from his

own lips what he has to say. He might, at least, account for his foolish

running away instead of facing it out.

"We do not know how desperate he might have been at being unable to

clear himself from the charge brought against him. Remember, he could

not have known how hotly you were working on his behalf, and may have

believed himself altogether deserted. He may account for not having

written to you. And we must remember, grandfather--mind I do not share

all Alice's prejudice, and have no inclination in any way to doubt the

honesty of my cousin Fred--but at the same time, in bare justice to

Frank, we must not forget that Fred was really a rival of his in your

affections, and that he would possibly benefit greatly by Frank's

disgrace, and, we must also remember that the only evidence against

Frank, with the exception of the circumstantial proof, comes from him.

"It was he who furnished Frank with funds to enable him to run away, and

we cannot tell whether or not he did not even urge him to fly. You must

remember, grandfather, that Alice asserts Fred always hated Frank. I

know she is prejudiced, and that you never noticed the feeling, nor did

Frank; but children's perceptions are very quick. And even allowing

that she liked Frank much the best, Fred was always, as she admits, very

kind and attentive to her--more so, in some ways, than Frank, and there

was no reason, therefore, for her taking up such a prejudice had she not

been convinced that it was true.

"Now, grandfather, I will tell you what has occurred to me. I know it

will appear a hideously unjust suspicion to you, but I will tell you

once for all, and we will not recur to the subject again; God knows I

may be wronging him cruelly, but the wrong would be no greater than that

which has been done to Frank if he is really innocent.

"Ever since you told me the whole story, I have lain awake at night

thinking it over. It may be that what Alice has said may have turned my

thoughts that way, but I can see only two explanations of the affair.

"Frank is really guilty, or he is altogether innocent. If he is

innocent, who was guilty? Some one took the note, some one sent it to

Frank, and this some one must be a person who knew that Frank was in

need of it; whoever did so can only have done it with one of two

motives, either to get Frank out of trouble, or to bring disgrace upon

him. Only four boys knew of the affair, and they all declare that they

told no one else. If they spoke truly it was one of these four sent him

the note--always supposing that he did not take it himself. Of the other

three I know nothing; but I will take the case of Fred and view it as if

he was a stranger to both of us.

"He was a rival of Frank's. Alice declares he hated him. At any rate he

would benefit greatly by Frank's disgrace. What did he do when Frank

asked him to help him? He refused to do so, on the ground that he had no

money; but two days later he was able to raise double the sum Frank

then wanted in order to assist him to fly. Dreadful as the supposition

is, it seems to me that the only positive alternative to supposing Frank

to be guilty is to believe that his cousin took this note and sent it to

him in order to bring him into disgrace, and that he afterwards urged

and assisted him to fly in order to stamp his guilt more firmly upon

him."

While Harry had been speaking Captain Bayley had paced up and down the

room.

"Impossible, Harry," he exclaimed, "impossible. For, bad as was the case

of Frank taking the note on the pressure of the moment to get himself

out of the silly scrape into which he had got, this charge which you

bring against Fred would be a hundred times, ay, a thousand times worse.

It would be a piece of hideous treachery, a piece of villainy of which I

can scarce believe a human being capable."

"I do not bring the charge, grandfather," Harry said quietly, "I only

state the alternative. That one of your nephews took this note seems to

me to be clear; the crime would be infinitely greater, infinitely more

unpardonable in the one case than the other, but the incentive, too, was

enormously greater. In the one case the only object for the theft would

be to avoid the consequence of a foolish, but, after all, not a serious

freak; in the other to obtain a large fortune, and to ruin the chances

of a dangerous rival.

"Remember, at that time Fred did not know how you had determined to

dispose of your property. Frank was living with you, and was apparently

your favourite, therefore he may have deemed that it was all or nothing.

There, grandfather, I have done. I need not say that I know little of

the real disposition of your two nephews. Frank behaved to me with the

greatest kindness when I was a poor cripple without the slightest claim

upon him. Fred has behaved kindly and courteously, although I have come

between him and you. I can only say that I believe that one of these two

must be guilty; which it is, God alone knows."

"I wish you had said nothing about it," Captain Bayley groaned, "it is

dreadful; I don't know what to do or what to think."

"There is nothing to be done," Harry said, "except, grandfather, to find

Frank. Let us find him and see him face to face; let us hear his story

from beginning to end, and I think then we shall arrive at a just

conclusion. I have no doubt he has gone abroad, and I should advise that

you should advertise in all the Colonial and American papers begging him

to return to have an interview with you, and offering a handsome reward

to any one who will give you information of his whereabouts. If we find

where he is, and he will not come to us, we will go to him."

"That's what I will do, Harry. I will not lose a moment's time, but will

set about it at once; if I spend ten thousand pounds in advertising I

will find him. As to Fred, I cannot meet him again until I get to the

bottom of the affair, so we will stay away from England till I get some

news of Frank."

Before starting abroad, Captain Bayley carried out his plan for

rewarding John and Sarah Holl for the kindness they had shown to Harry.

After consultation with his grandson, he had concluded that the best

plan of doing so would be to help them in their own mode of life. He

accordingly called upon the dust-contractor for whom John Holl worked, a

man who owned twenty carts. An agreement was soon come to with him, by

which Captain Bayley agreed to purchase his business at his own price,

with the whole of the plant, carts, and horses. A fortnight after this

John's master said to him one day--

"John, I have sold my business, you are going to have a new master."

"I am sorry for that," John said, "for we have got on very well together

for the last fifteen years. Besides," he added thoughtfully, "it may be

a bad job for me; I am not as young as I used to be, and he may bring

new hands with him."

"I will speak to him about you, John," his master said; "he is a good

sort, and I dare say I can manage it. The thing is going to be done

well. Three or four new carts are going to be put on instead of some of

the old ones, and there are ten first-rate horses coming in place of

some of those that are getting past work. The stables are all being done

up, and the thing is going to be done tip-top. Curiously enough his name

is the same as yours, John Holl."

"Is it now?" John said. "Well, that will be a rum go, to see my own name

on the carts, 'John Holl, Dust Contractor.' It don't sound bad, neither.

So you will speak to him, gaffer?"

"Ay, I will speak to him," his employer answered.

Three days later John received a message from his master to the effect

that the new gaffer would take possession next day, and that he was to

call at the office at eleven o'clock. He added that his new employer

said that he wished Mrs. Holl to go round with her husband.

John and Sarah were greatly mystified with the latter part of this

message, until the solution occurred to them that probably their late

employer had mentioned that Mrs. Holl went out charring and cleaning,

and that he might intend to engage her to keep the office tidy.

Accordingly, at eleven o'clock on the following day, John and Sarah

presented themselves at the office at Chelsea. As they entered the yard

they were greatly amused at seeing all the carts ranged along, in the

glory of new paint, with "John Holl, Dust Contractor," in large letters

on their sides. A boy was in the office, who told them that they were to

go to the house. The yard was situated near the river, and the house

which adjoined it was a large old-fashioned building, standing in a

pretty, walled garden. They went to the back door, and knocked. It was

opened by a bright-looking servant-girl.

"Is Mr. Holl in?" Sarah asked.

"You are to be shown in," the girl said, and ushered them into a large,

old-fashioned parlour, comfortably furnished.

John and Sarah gave a cry of surprise, for, sitting by the fire, in his

wheeled box, just as in the olden time, was Harry.

Scarce a day had passed since he had left them without his coming in for

a half-hour for a chat with them, but his appearance here struck them

with astonishment.

"What on arth be you a-doing here, Harry?" Mrs. Holl asked. "Do you know

our new gaffer?"

"Yes, mother, I know him. Captain Bayley has had some business with him,

and asked me to come down here to see him. You are to sit down until he

comes."

"But that will never do, Harry. Why, what would he think of us if he

comes in and finds us sitting down in his parlour just as if the place

belonged to us?"

"It's all right, mother, I will make it right with him; he's a good

fellow, is the new gaffer--a first-rate fellow."

"Is he, now?" John asked, interested, as he and Sarah, seeing nothing

else to do, sat down. "And his name is John Holl, just the same as

mine?"

"Just the same, John, and he's not unlike you either. Now, when I tell

you what a kind action he did once, you will see the sort of fellow he

is. Once, a good many years ago, when he wasn't as well off as he is

now, when he was just a hard-working man, earning his weekly pay, a poor

woman with a child fell down dying at his door. Well, you know, other

people would have sent for a policeman and had her taken off to the

workhouse, but he and his wife took her into their house and tended her

till she died."

"That was a right-down good thing," John said, quite oblivious of the

fact that he too had done such an action.

Sarah did not speak, but gave a little gasping cry, and threw her apron,

which she wore indoors and out, over her head, a sure sign with her that

she was going to indulge in what she called "a good cry." John looked at

her in astonishment.

"And more than that, John," Harry went on, "they took in the child, and

brought it up as one of their own; and though afterwards they had a

large family, they never made him feel that he was a burden to them,

though he grew up a cripple, and was able to do nothing to repay them

for all their goodness. Well, at last the boy's friends were found. They

had lots of money, and the time came at last when they bought a business

for John Holl; and when he came, there the cripple boy was, sitting at

the fire, to welcome them, and say, 'Welcome, father! and welcome,

mother!'" and Harry held out his hands to them both.

Even now John Holl did not understand. He was naturally dull of

comprehension, and the loud sobbing of his wife so bewildered and

confounded him, that it divided his attention with Harry's narrative.

"Yes, Harry," he said, "it's all very nice. But what's come to you,

Sarah? What are you making all this fuss about? We shall be having the

new master coming in and finding you sobbing and rocking yourself like a

mad woman. Cheer up, old woman. What is it?"

"Don't you see, John," Sarah sobbed out, "don't you see Harry has been

telling you your own story? Don't you see that it is you he has been

talking about, and that you are 'John Holl, Dust Contractor'?"

"Me?" John said, in utter bewilderment.

"Yes, father," Harry said, taking his hand, "you are the John Holl. This

house, and the business, and the carts and horses, are yours; Captain

Bayley has bought them all for you. He would not come here himself, as I

wished him, but he asked me to tell you and mother how glad he was to be

able to repay, in a small way, he said your great kindness to me, and

how he hoped that you would prosper here, and be as happy as you deserve

to be. You will be better off than your last gaffer, for he had to pay

rent for this house and yard, but, as grandfather has bought the

freehold of them all for you, you will have no rent to pay; and

therefore I hope, even in bad times, you will be able to get along

comfortably. There, father, there, mother, dry your eyes, and look

sharp, for I can hear voices in the garden. Evan went to your house

after you had gone to bring all the children round here in a cab.

"You will find everything in the house, mother, and you must get a grand

tea as soon as possible. I have got a servant for you--for, you know,

you must have a servant now."

The next minute the children came bounding in, wild with delight, and a

happier party never assembled than those who sat round the table of

"John Holl, Dust Contractor," on the evening of his first taking

possession of his new property.

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