A STRAY SHILLING.
"Whose shilling is this on my desk?" inquired Mr. Ashley of Samuel Lynn,
one morning towards the close of the summer.
"I cannot tell thee," was the reply of the Quaker. "I know nothing of
it."
"It is none of mine, to my knowledge," remarked Mr. Ashley.
"What shilling is that on the master's desk?" repeated Samuel Lynn to
William when he returned into his own room, where William was.
"I put a shilling on the desk this morning," replied William. "I found
it in the waste-paper basket."
"Thee go in, then, and tell the master."
William did so. "The shilling rolled out of the waste-paper basket,
sir," said he, entering the counting-house and approaching Mr. Ashley.
Mr. Ashley was remarkably exact in his accounts. He had missed no
shilling, and he did not think it was his. "What should bring a shilling
in the waste-paper basket?" he asked. "It may have rolled out of your
own pocket."
William could have smiled at the remark. A shilling out of _his_ pocket!
"Oh, no, sir, it did not."
Mr. Ashley sat looking earnestly at William--as the latter fancied. In
reality he was buried deep in his own thoughts. But William felt
uncomfortable under the survey, and his face flushed to a glow. Why
should he feel uncomfortable? What should cause the flush?
This. Since Janey's death, some months ago now, their circumstances had
been more straitened than ever; of course, there had been expenses
attending it, and Mrs. Halliburton was paying them off weekly. Bread and
potatoes, and a little milk, would often be their food. On the previous
night Jane had a sick headache. Some tea would have been acceptable, but
she had neither tea nor money in the house; and she was firm in her
resolution not to purchase on trust. On this morning early, when William
rose, he found his mother down before him, at her work as usual. Her
head felt better, she said; it might get quite well if she had only some
tea; but she had not, and--there was an end of it. William went out,
ardently wishing (in the vague profitless manner that he might have
wished for Aladdin's lamp) that he had only a shilling to procure some
for her. When, half an hour after, this shilling rolled out of the
waste-paper basket, as he was shaking it in Mr. Ashley's counting-house,
a strong temptation--not to take it, but to wish that he might take it,
that it was not wrong to take it--rushed over him. He put it down on
the desk and turned from it--turned from the temptation, for the
shilling seemed to scorch his fingers. The remembrance of this wish--it
sounded to him like a dishonest one--had brought the vivid colour to his
face, under what he thought was Mr. Ashley's scrutiny. That gentleman
observed it.
"What are you turning red for?"
This crowned all. William's face changed to scarlet.
Mr. Ashley was surprised. He came to the conclusion that some mystery
must be connected with the shilling--something wrong. He determined to
fathom it. "Why do you look confused?" he resumed.
"It was only at my own thoughts, sir."
"What are they? Let me hear them."
William hesitated. "I would rather not tell them, sir."
"But I would rather you did." Mr. Ashley spoke quietly, as usual; but
there lay command in the quietest tone of Mr. Ashley's.
Implicit obedience had been enjoined upon the Halliburtons from their
earliest childhood. In that manufactory Mr. Ashley was William's
_master_, and he believed he had no resource but to comply with his
desire. William was of a remarkably ingenuous nature; and if he had to
impart a thing, he did not do it by halves, although it might tell
against himself.
"When I found that shilling this morning, sir, the thought came over me
to wish it was mine--to wish that I might take it without doing ill. The
thought did not come over me _to take it_," he added, raising his
truthful eyes to Mr. Ashley's, "only to wish that it was not wrong to do
so. When you looked at me so earnestly, sir, I fancied you could see
what my thoughts had been. And they were not honourable thoughts."
"Did you ever take money that was not yours?" asked Mr. Ashley, after a
pause.
William looked surprised. "No, sir, never."
Mr. Ashley paused again. "I have known children help themselves to
halfpence and pence, and think it little crime."
The boy shook his head. "We have been taught better than that, sir. And,
besides the crime, money taken in that way would bring us no good, only
trouble. It could not prosper."
"Tell me why you think that."
"My mother has always taught us that a bad action can never prosper in
the end."
"I suppose you coveted the shilling for marbles; or for sweetmeats?"
"Oh no, sir. It was not for myself that I wished it."
"Then for whom? For what?"
This caused William's face to flush again. Mr. Ashley questioned till he
drew from him the particulars--how that he had wished to buy some tea,
and why he had wished it.
"I have heard," remarked Mr. Ashley, after listening, "that you have
many privations to put up with."
"It is true, sir. But we don't so much care for them if we only _can_
put up with them. My mother says she knows better days will be in store
for us, if we only bear on patiently. I am sure we boys ought to do so,
if she can. It is worse for her than for us."
There ensued another searching question from Mr. Ashley. "Have you ever,
when alone in the egg-house, amidst its thousands of eggs, been tempted
to pocket a few to carry home?"
For one moment William suffered a flash of resentment to cross his
countenance. The next his eyes filled with tears. He felt deeply hurt.
"No, sir, I have not. I hope you do not fear that I am capable of it?"
"No, I do not," said Mr. Ashley. "Your father was a clergyman, I think I
have heard?"
"He was intended for a clergyman, sir, but he did not get to the
University. His father was a clergyman--a rector in Devonshire, and my
mother's father was a clergyman in London. My uncle Francis is also a
clergyman, but only a curate. We are gentlepeople, though we are poor.
We would not take eggs or anything else."
Mr. Ashley suppressed a smile. "I conclude that you and your brothers
live in hope some time of regaining your position in life?"
"Yes, sir. I think it is that hope that makes us put up with hard things
so well."
"What do you think of being?"
William's countenance fell. "There is not so much chance of my getting
on, sir, as there is for my brothers. Frank and Gar are hopeful enough;
but I don't look forward to anything good for me. My mother says if I
only help her I shall be doing my duty."
"Your sister died in a decline," remarked Mr. Ashley. "These home
privations must have told upon her."
William's face brightened. "She had everything she wanted, sir;
everything, even to port wine. Mrs. Reece and Dobbs took a liking to her
when they first came, and they never let her want for anything. Mamma
says that Jane's wants having been supplied in so extraordinary a
manner, ought to teach us how certainly God is looking over us and
taking care of us--that all things, when they come to be absolutely
needed, will no doubt be supplied to us, as they were to her."
"What a perfect trust in God that boy seems to have!" mused Mr. Ashley,
when he dismissed William. "Mrs. Halliburton must be a mother in a
thousand. And he will make a man in a thousand, unless I am mistaken.
Truthful, open, candid--_I_ don't know a boy like him!"
About five minutes before the great bell was rung at one o'clock,
William was called into the counting-house. "I have been casting up my
cash and find I am a shilling short," observed Mr. Ashley, "therefore
the shilling that you found is no doubt the missing one. I shall give it
to you," he continued: "a reward for telling me the straightforward
truth when I questioned you."
William took the shilling--as he supposed. "Here are two!" he exclaimed,
in his surprise.
"You cannot buy much tea with one; and that is what you were thinking
of. Would you like to be apprenticed to me?" Mr. Ashley resumed,
drowning the boy's thanks.
The question took William by storm: he was at a loss what to answer. He
would have been equally at a loss had he been accorded a whole week to
deliberate upon it. He looked foolish, and said he could not tell.
"Would you like the business?" pursued Mr. Ashley.
"I like the business very well, sir, now I'm used to it. But I could not
hope ever to get on to be a master."
"There's no knowing what you may get on to be, if you are steady and
persevering. Masters don't begin at the top of the tree; they begin at
the bottom and work up to it. At least, that is the case with a great
many. In becoming an apprentice you would occupy a better position in
the manufactory than you do now."
"Joe Stubbs is an apprentice, is he not, sir?"
"I will explain it to you, if you do not understand," said Mr. Ashley.
"Joe Stubbs is apprenticed to one branch of the business, the cutting;
John Braithwait is an apprentice to the staining, and so on. These lads
expect to remain workmen all their lives, working at their own peculiar
branch. You would not be apprenticed to any one branch, but to the
whole, with a view to becoming hereafter a manager or a master; in the
same manner that I might apprentice my son, were he intended for the
business."
William thought he should like this. Suddenly his countenance fell.
"What now?" asked Mr. Ashley.
"I have heard, sir, that the apprentices do not earn wages at first.
I--I am afraid we could not well do at home without mine."
"You need not concern yourself with what you hear, or with what others
earn or don't earn. I should give you eight shillings a-week, instead of
four, and you would retain your evenings for study, as you do now. I do
not see any different or better opening for you," continued Mr. Ashley;
"but should any arise hereafter, through your mother's relatives, or
from any other channel, I would not stand in the way of your
advancement, but would consent to cancel your indentures. Do you
understand what I have been saying?"
"Yes, sir, I do. Thank you very much."
"You can speak to Mrs. Halliburton about it, and hear what her wishes
may be," concluded Mr. Ashley.
The result was, that William was apprenticed to Mr. Ashley. "I can tell
thee, thee hast found favour with the master," remarked Samuel Lynn to
William. "He has made thee his apprentice, and has admitted thee, I
hear, to the companionship of his son. They are proofs that he judges
well of thee. Pay thee attention to deserve it."
It was quite true that William was admitted to the occasional
companionship of Henry Ashley. Henry had taken a fancy to him, and would
get him there to help him stumble through his Latin.
The next to be apprenticed to Mr. Ashley, and almost at the same time,
was Cyril Dare. But when he found that he was to be the
fellow-apprentice of William Halliburton, the two on a level in every
respect, wages excepted--and of wages Master Cyril was at first to earn
none--he was most indignant, and complained explosively to his father.
"Can't you speak to Mr. Ashley, sir?"
"Where would be the use?" asked Mr. Dare. "There's not a man in
Helstonleigh would brook interference in his affairs less than Thomas
Ashley. If one of the two apprentices must leave, because they are too
much for each other's company, it would be you, Cyril, rely upon it."
Cyril growled; but, as Mr. Dare said, there was no help for it. And he
and William had to get on together in the best way they could. Cyril had
thought that he should be the only gentleman-apprentice at Mr. Ashley's.
There was a marked distinction observed in a manufactory between the
common apprentices, who did the rough work, and what were called the
gentleman-apprentices. It did not please Cyril that William should have
been made one of the latter.