THE APRON STRINGS CUT
For the reason given in the last chapter, it did not take Steve’s
cousin long to find a good situation for him; and when Steve received
the letter in which his success was told, and bidding him come up
without a day’s delay, his joy was unbounded.
His preparations did not take long. By selling everything that he had
which he could not take with him, and scraping together every penny
he had, he just managed to get together sufficient to take him to
Pretoria--his final destination. Why linger over Steve’s leave-takings
from friends and relatives? why should we restrain him with our
presence when he bids good-bye to mother and sisters? why visit with
him for the last time the haunts of his childhood? Many of us do not
require to be told what took place, many of us have gone through it
ourselves, have cast a lingering look on a beloved walk, or favoured
spot, have given the last pressure to the hands of dear ones weeping,
have felt the choking sensation which prevents the voice from saying
the last word we fain would say, but must leave unsaid through emotion.
Steve was on his way to Eldorado; to the land of freedom and wealth; to
the land where were centred all his hopes and ambitions for the future.
It was the first time he had left home for longer than a week; but in
spite of his regrets to leave home, mother and sisters, he felt happy.
He left as if he was a man at last. Free. He was going to fight the
battle of life unaided; he asked for naught but a fair field and no
favour.
Ah, Nature looked doubly glorious that morning as he rode through the
surrounding hills and valleys and felt the genial sunshine and breathed
the pure free air.
We will not accompany him any farther. We will leave him travelling on
the top of the coach, enjoying his freedom and the beauties of Nature,
as viewed from his lofty perch, free to indulge in his day-dreams and
build his air castles unstinted for material; his rich imagination
supplied all. The future is his; we will meet him in Johannesburg.