CHAPTER X.

THEY THAT WILL BE RICH.

IN the meantime, Margaret and Leonard made a pleasant journey, in high

hope and expectation, and were received by their uncle at the railway

terminus. The cab was driven through several handsome streets, and past

many fine terraces, at one of which the young travellers expected it to

stop, but not so. On they went to the heart of the city, and drew up

before a large respectable-looking shop in a spacious thoroughfare. The

great bay-windows were filled with woollen goods, one exhibiting costly

carpets and rugs, the other piled with rolls of flannel of all colours

and qualities.

While the children were wondering what they were stopping for, Mr.

Haynes assisted them to alight, and saw the luggage deposited inside

the shop. Then Mrs. Haynes and her three daughters came forward, and

gave them a warm, affectionate welcome, not seeming to notice the

wonder and sudden reserve plainly marked in their countenances.

Leonard was taken to a neat little room opening from the first flight

of stairs, and Margaret was led higher, to share a large double-bedded

room with her cousins. Everything was neat, but plain; and there were

few traces of the former expensively furnished and luxurious home.

Margaret's astonishment and mortification were unbounded. What could it

mean? Who would have thought of such a thing? To bring them, Margaret

and Leonard Haynes, his brother's children, to a shop! And without

telling them of such a change! How superior now seemed Myra's pretty

white villa, with its curtained windows, and trees and shrubs, its

tasteful rooms and well-lighted stairs! Oh to get back there by the

next train, if it were but possible!

"Maggie, do you recollect third-class?" whispered Leonard, as they met

to go down to tea.

"I do indeed," returned Margaret, in a whisper. "I wish we had never

come. I shan't show my face out of doors here, I know; it is a shameful

trick to serve us."

And it was hard to repress her tears of vexation by the time they

reached the tea-table.

The sitting-room was very large, ascending by two long carpeted

steps from the end of the shop, from which it was screened by

half-glass doors and crimson curtains. The furniture comprised many

of the handsome and luxurious articles of Mrs. Haynes's former

sitting-room,—couch, easy-chairs, work-table, piano, and other things

to which eye and hand had been accustomed; the table was liberally

spread, the fire burned brightly, and a cheerful home aspect pervaded

the well-lighted apartment.

Of Mr. Haynes's three daughters, one was older than Margaret, one

younger, and one about the same age. They did their best to break

through Margaret's coldness and induce her to eat. But she had no

appetite, pleaded headache, and left Leonard to do justice to their

hospitality, and afterwards to explore the premises with his playmate

Jessy, while she begged permission to retire to bed.

"Did you explain to the children where you were bringing them,

Herbert?" asked Mrs. Haynes when they were alone.

"No, my dear, I did not," he replied; "I preferred to give them a

surprise."

"I am afraid it has been a very painful one," she remarked.

"I have no doubt of it, Ellinor, but I hope the effect will be

salutary, after all. Edith and Lilian will probably be able to

reconcile things by-and-by. Do not distress yourself, and let all go on

as usual. My niece has no right to complain on her own behalf, for what

could she expect to find in my home, when I was unable to provide one

for her and the others?"

At breakfast the next morning Margaret was not more agreeable, and

sat scornfully observant of all proceedings, while her cousins went

upstairs to make beds and dust rooms, and her aunt washed the china on

the tray, and replaced it in the large closet at the end of the room,—a

young girl with bare arms, short skirt, and nimble step, carrying away

what was not accommodated there.

Mr. Haynes was in the shop, where two or three assistants and

apprentices formed the working staff; and Leonard was peeping and

prying about everywhere, asking questions, and gradually reconciling

himself to a state of things so utterly unexpected, and so evidently

irremediable for the time.

Towards dinner-time, two fine boys made their appearance, having been

paying a visit of a few days to their grandfather, who resided at a

little distance from town, and who, they said, had brought them home in

the carriage, but could not just then come in.

They and Leonard soon became friendly, for it was not in the boy's

nature to continue long on stilts of pride before frank and genial

efforts to amuse and please. And when "grandpapa's" carriage came to

take all who would go for drives, he began to think he should make

himself tolerably comfortable.

There was a gentle dignity in Mrs. Haynes's manner and appearance

which could not escape observation; and, though attired in a plain

morning dress suitable for household activity, she moved about

her humble occupations as gracefully as she had ever done in her

stylish drawing-room. And had Margaret been in a mood for drawing

more favourable comparisons than those with which her young heart

was swelling, she would have observed that a far sweeter and more

interesting expression now adorned her aunt's always handsome face

than when she spent her time and fretted her temper in maintaining a

fashionable establishment conformed to the capricious fancies of the

world and its ways.

It was true that she was not accustomed to household—drudgery, must it

be called, for want of a better word? But life requires many menial

duties which are no disgrace to any hand, and are often the better for

one of neatness and delicacy. And Mrs. Haynes had learned to think

nothing beneath her attention which contributed to the comfort of her

family, especially in their altered circumstances.

Yet often might be heard in the house the quick exclamation:

"Mamma, mamma! You are not to do that;" or, "Please, dear mamma, let me

do it; you know you showed me how;" "Now, mamma, you must just sit down

and rest, and we will do it all so nicely."

And the happy mother would smile on her willing daughters; and if a

little sigh struggled in her bosom, and a rebel tear threatened to come

to light, she repressed them until she could be alone, and mingle with

them thanks to God for dutiful children, and prayer for His blessing

on all life's troubles. And well was it for her husband and her family

that the sorrows and trials of so great a change in her position in

life had not been "the sorrow of the world, working death," but the

"godly sorrow" which is the blessed seed-time of a harvest of peace,

humility, and holiness.

Mr. Haynes had been a manufacturer, and the possessor of extensive

mills; and when a tide of prosperity floated him into affluence, he

had seemed to think—as hundreds of successful men besides himself have

thought—that his mountain stood strong, and he should never be moved.

While thus forgetful of God, he was induced to join his brother in a

speculation which was to enable them both to retire from business with

splendid fortunes in a short space of time. So, at least, they fancied,

but the result proved how mistaken were their calculations, and foolish

their schemes.

Both indeed retired, but not as they anticipated. One, foreseeing the

coming shock, broken in health and spirit by overwhelming anxiety,

tried to put off the pressure in amusement and change of scene; and

what might have been the real destination of the yacht when she met the

squall which capsized her, none could tell. The other, left to breast

the storm of trouble as best he could, struggled manfully, shook off

the spray, clung to the rock, rallied to do all the justice in his

power to those who suffered by his fault, and to learn a lesson, the

benefit of which might descend to his children's children.

The father of Mrs. Haynes was also a manufacturer of the hereditary

and substantial class, never suffering himself to be allured from his

line of caution and foresight by any of the brilliant schemes which

keep so many of the commercial community oftentimes up and down in

the world like a skiff among the breakers, and which might possibly

out-dance them, or more likely be broken a wreck upon the reefs. He

was not what people called a rich man, but exceedingly "comfortable,"

able to maintain the same position and style as his father before him,

and to leave something to the children who should succeed him. But he

had his "notions" and "crotchets," the world said. And as he did not

care in the least what it said so long as it could say nothing true to

dishonour him, the "notions" and "crotchets" went for very little.

When the blow fell, and Mr. Haynes was pronounced "a ruined man," Mr.

Fairfield, who had been somewhat slighted by his fashionable children

because of his disapproval of certain of their proceedings, came

forward and offered substantial assistance, if it should be accepted on

his own terms.

Mr. Haynes thankfully expressed his readiness to accept any terms that

would enable him to pay his debts and maintain his family. He had given

up everything to his creditors, and they had acted kindly, but there

yet remained a large deficiency, which he earnestly hoped some day to

repay.

"Will you all really submit to some very great and important changes?"

asked the old gentleman seriously.

"My dear sir, there is no choice in the matter; it is already

inevitable," said Mr. Haynes somewhat bitterly.

"Yes, there is a choice yet," said Mr. Fairfield. "There are two ways

in which a man in your present circumstances may act, and I have seen

both tried. One is for him to be resolved to keep in his former rank

in life, a sort of broken-down gentleman, sensitive to every slight,

going about looking for some miraculous piece of good fortune that is

to reinstate him, hunting up advertisements for lucrative situations,

wasting time and energy, and feeling the miserable heart-sickness of

hope deferred; wife and children struggling to keep up their lost

dignity in gradually meaner lodgings, seeking secretly to do something

'not degrading' in the way of supplying the scanty meal, or cheering

the poor husband and father when he comes in weary and disappointed.

The end of all this is sometimes emigration for pride's sake, or

wasting sickness and death in want and despair, while the helpless ones

are thrown at last upon the world, to do as they may for themselves. I

have seen this, I say, sir, and can give you names and dates for it."

"You shall not add mine to the list!" exclaimed Mr. Haynes, rising from

his seat, and walking up and down the room in much excitement.

"Good," said Mr. Fairfield calmly; "now look at the other picture,

which I can equally prove. It is to yield to the circumstances in

which you find yourself, from causes which you know too well, but of

which I do not now speak. To give up all useless struggle to maintain

a position of empty gentility, to go to the bottom of the ladder and

begin again as an honest, respectable, tradesman who is not ashamed of

work."

"My dear sir, only show me the way to—"

"Very well, but hear me out. To go into a retail business in that

department of trade which you understand, and which you managed

well until you fell 'into a snare,' and 'pierced yourself with many

sorrows'; strive and work with hope and energy; support a home on a

frugal scale; be ashamed of nothing but wrong-doing; win the respect of

all whose respect is worth having; and in time pay everybody what you

now owe, and become honourably independent. If you will do this, I am

prepared to stand by you, and give all the help in my power."

"A retail business, you said, sir?"

"I did. My means and my will are agreed on that matter. I have seen

the purchaser of your property, and he is ready to supply you with

goods sufficient to stock a respectable shop on the usual terms, for

which I will give them security. Willis & Co., in — Street, have just

given up business, having made two fortunes in this same line, and on

those premises. The situation is very good, the house is spacious and

commodious, and the landlord will accept you as a tenant, and make it a

suitable residence for your family."

"They all wish to be doing something to help," said the father

despondingly.

"Quite right, provided they decide on the right thing," rejoined Mr.

Fairfield. "But my advice is, keep together; your daughters are too

young to leave home yet. I do not incline to keep them at fashionable

schools, and I hope they will be ready to help their mother, if she

has the good sense to let them. I bought a good many of your things at

the sale, for Ellinor and the children; and you can have them when you

please. But I do not want to take you by surprise. Think of it, talk it

over with Ellinor, and say that I charge her to help you in a course

which involves the sacrifice of pride and pretension, and the triumph

of right principle."

"But," suggested Mr. Haynes, "could we not do all this in some other

neighbourhood, away from former friends and acquaintances who—"

"I have thought of that too," said Mr. Fairfield kindly, "and at

first I hesitated, but on deeper consideration,—here, where you are

known, offers the best prospect of business. Elsewhere you are one

of the competing many; here you step into an old-established and

well-conducted business at once, amidst people who know us all, you and

me and Ellinor. And while the idle and worldly who petted her for her

fine house and pleasant parties fall off, the worthy and honourable

who respect and feel for her, will prove the value of their real

friendship. My love to her and the children. Let me hear your decision

to-morrow."

And the old gentleman hurried out to his carriage, which waited at

the door of the lodging to which the family had retreated in their

troubles. Before he could drive off, however, Mr. Haynes was at his

side.

"One word, sir; could I not let the house, and take one for Ellinor and

the children in a more—more healthy, airy situation, retaining only

just what I require for myself at the—the shop?"

"And die yourself of neglect and home-sickness," jerked out the old

gentleman testily. "Well, sir, ask Ellinor; let us hear her view of

it.—Drive on, Harris."

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