SUCCESS AT LAST.
The winter passed quickly away and in the spring Paddy came to
Ironboro'. He knocked at Mrs. Garth's door one evening, and Dick, who
happened to answer the summons, looked at him for a moment in
astonishment, he was so completely changed. In a new suit of clothes
and with smart collar and tie he looked altogether unlike the slovenly,
poorly-clad Paddy of old.
But his smile was the same, and Dick almost fell upon him in his
delight, while Pat was in no doubt at all. He recognised his former
benefactor at once with that strange power of memory dogs possess in a
way that is almost human.
"Ye see, I was bound to come, Lionheart, to see with my own eyes how
they were serving you, and to let you know I've gave up the drink for
ever an' ever! Twas all through you, and the Almighty's power, and now
I belong to Him body and soul, and He kapes me every day."
Dick's joy was almost too great for words. It was splendid to see his
friend like this, and to know that he had helped in the great change.
There were no lessons done that evening. Instead they talked, as Mrs.
Garth declared, "enough to fill a newspaper."
It happened that she had a room empty, for her other lodger had left a
week before, and when she found that Paddy meant to stay if he could
find work in Ironboro', she offered him the room, and he was only too
glad to have it.
"You can come here, and welcome," she said, "only if my old lodger, the
boy's uncle, comes back I shall let him have the chance of it again.
He used to say if he didn't get the dollars out foreign he should come
back to me, and Dick here is hoping he will."
"We had a letter from him," said Dick, "and he's coming home as soon as
he can get luck, he says, but he hasn't found any gold yet."
"It was a pity he went on a sort of wild goose chase, but still it was
a good thing you came to look for him, eh lad? Maybe it'll be the
making of your fortune!"
"I don't know about that," said Dick eagerly, "but I love to be here.
And I've nearly saved up enough to pay you back the debt."
"Pay! Now if you begin to talk like that I'll go back again. I should
most likely have been a neer-do-weel all my days, and maybe have died a
drunkard, if it hadn't been for you, Dick, and the good words of the
Book. Besides, I've got plenty," and he pulled out a handful of silver
from one pocket and the little bank book from the other and tapped it
merrily. "All saved from the paws and the jaws of the 'Brown Bear,'
that squeezes all the comfort out of so many homes in Venley. If only
I'd got all the money that have gone out of my pocket that way, I
shouldn't need to stoke for a living now. But if God will give me
health and work I shan't come to the workhouse yet awhile! That's
where the Fowley's are shaping for. Both drinking, and the children
left anyhow, and everything going to rack and ruin."
"I should like to see the baby again and little Susy," said Dick, "but
I could never go back."
"I should think not! Why, you've nearly doubled since you've had
decent living and no nagging."
Next day, with Mr. Dainton's kind help, Paddy got work. Trade was
specially good in Ironboro', and his honest face carried its own
recommendation. That summer Teddy persuaded Dick to join the boys'
cricket club in connection with the Sunday School the Daintons
attended. On Sundays he and Paddy always sat together in the game
church.
The Sunday's rest and the games in the marshes were a great means of
health, after the heat of the Works and the close study of other
evenings.
Out in the fresh air with other boys listening to Teddy's fun or
Paddy's latest joke his face lost the pinched and anxious look it had
worn at Venley.
He grew tall and strong, and as he threw his heart into play as keenly
as into work, he soon became an important member of the club's junior
eleven.
But though he enjoyed the play as much as anyone he never lost sight of
his aim to become a clever engineer, and many a half-hour was stolen
from sleep for his books and drawing and models.
Mrs. Garth sometimes said he ate and drank and dreamed engines, his
thoughts were so filled with the work done at Lisle and Co.'s.
But the months went by with no other tidings from his uncle, though
Dick never forgot to pray for his return.
When his apprenticeship was halfway through he went with Teddy for a
long ramble one summer evening.
Beyond the marshes the road skirted a belt of stunted woodland. This
was Pat's happy hunting ground, though he never found any rabbits
there. Running in and out of the tangled bushes they heard him begin
to bark loudly, and then he rushed back to his master in great
excitement and tried to hurry them on, and following quickly they left
the road and plunged into the undergrowth. And there, under the
shelter of a clump of elder, they saw a man, unconscious, on the ground.
He looked like a tramp, his clothes were so old and broken, and his
face was deadly pale. Teddy looked scared and suggested going for the
police, but Dick had more courage.
He remembered a little stream that ran through the Dingle not far away,
and fetching some water in his cap he bathed the man's face.
Presently there was a feeble movement, and then the stranger opened his
eyes and looked up at Dick, who was bending anxiously over him. And
then he smiled faintly and said, "Good old George, is it you?"
"He thinks he knows you," said Teddy in a hurried whisper.
But Dick had been studying the face on the ground and recalling Paddy's
description. And with a half-frightened cry he guessed the truth, and
said "Uncle! It is Uncle Richard come back!"
"Are you little Dick?" asked the voice feebly. "I was coming to look
for you, but I couldn't get any further. I should have died if the
little dog hadn't found me. I heard him bark in my sleep and he saved
me. But for that I might have died, unknown to anybody."
And Pat, knowing very well that he had done a good deed, barked again
in a perfect chorus of joy.
"Let's take him home," said Teddy eagerly, not to be outdone in
goodwill. "He used to play with me and I can remember him now."
But the stranger had sunk back exhausted again and Dick said quickly,
"Run back, Teddy, and tell your father, and see if you can find Paddy,
and ask them to get a cart or something to carry him home, or, if you
will stay here, I will go."
But Teddy preferred action, and went off like an arrow, while Dick
raised his uncle's head and made him as comfortable as he could during
the waiting time.
Help was soon forthcoming, and in a very short time the wanderer was
lying in a comfortable bed at Mr. Dainton's house and fed and tended
with affectionate care.
Presently he revived a little and tried to talk. "I've come back
poorer than I went, though I did find a streak of gold. But I fell ill
and the thieves stole all I had. I just managed to get down to a ship
and I worked my passage home, though I felt I was only coming back to
die. But I did want to get to the old place again and to see George's
boy. He's the very image of what I used to be, and like his father
too, only a taller build, I fancy."
"And as good as he is high," said Mrs. Dainton with a smile at her
favourite.
But Dick could not laugh just then, his throat had such a lump in it.
The dream he had cherished so long of finding a "very own relation" had
come true, but with such pain and disappointment if his uncle had only
come back to die! But Mrs. Dainton's faith refused to listen to
thoughts of dying, and her husband seconded all her efforts in the sick
room.
And Paddy made a splendid nurse and cheerfully sat up at night in turn,
and, as the patient began to mend, his bright talk and Irish yarns made
him laugh and forget all the hardship and failures of the past.
But most of all the invalid liked to have Dick with him.
"You must take warning by me, lad, and stick to hard work. Don't try
to get rich by taking short cuts that lead nowhere."
But as he grew stronger and was able to listen while Dick talked about
machinery and showed his own drawings, the older man began to believe
that Dick was well on the way to a Klondyke at home.
And when Paddy presently set up a happy home of his own, with Mrs.
Garth's youngest daughter at the head of it, Dick and his uncle lived
on at the old place together with Pat as an honoured member of the
family. And health and strength came back enough to make wage earning
possible again.
Step by step Dick advanced in the good opinion of masters and men, and
before he was out of his time one of his ideas in valves was patented
by the firm and he received a handsome present.
Lionhearted against wrong doing and ready to help in every good cause,
he won the respect even of those who disliked him, and at each
promotion earned the goodwill of the men. To-day he is
manager-in-chief, and there is a rumour that backed by the influence of
his old friend, Sir Dale Melville, he will rise to a junior partnership
at no distant date. And in every department of the works some evidence
of his inventive genius may be found. But he does not forget the
struggles and sorrows of the early days when he was only a
"'cumbrance," and in his own happy life there is always sympathy for
the poor and oppressed. Perhaps nobody will be surprised to hear that
he married pretty Nellie Dainton, his first little friend in Ironboro',
and in their home beyond the marshes, all sorts of schemes for the help
of friendless children are brought to pass.
His own small boys and girls are devoted to their great-uncle Richard,
but even better than his tales of Klondyke adventure, they like to hear
Paddy tell the story of Dick Lionheart and his dog Pat.