THE CANVAS BAG.
THE magistrate, after greeting his sister, sat down, and wiped his
heated brow with a large silk handkerchief. There was a look of
satisfaction upon his sensible, intelligent face.
"The police have had a busy night of it," said Mr. Lowndes. "The fellow
very nearly got off: but he's been arrested at last, and there's little
doubt but that the charge will be brought home to him now."
"What charge—of what do you speak?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"Why of a charge against a scamp called Peter Puller," (Norah could
not help starting at the name,) "who is one of a gang of unprincipled
fellows who have been trying in different parts of the country to pass
a quantity of base coin. We'd information sent down from London—a
detective arrived last night, we've had a hunt—which has proved
successful. It was quite time for the police to be on the alert, a
great deal of mischief has been done already, for the false money is so
close an imitation of the good, that the simple folk about here have
taken it pretty freely. I saw a poor widow yesterday, who was in bitter
distress, finding that the sovereign for which she had sold her pig,
was worth no more than a brass farthing."
"What heartless fraud!" exclaimed Mrs. Martin.
"This fellow—this Peter Puller, had some of the false coin on his
person when he was caught," continued Mr. Lowndes, "but we have reason
to think that we have not found all. Doubtless he would try to get rid
of it when he discovered that the police were close on his track."
Mrs. Martin raised her hand to her forehead, as if an idea had struck
her.
"Norah, my maid, picked up a canvas bag this morning," she said, "with
eight sovereigns in it; she gave it to me to take charge of till we
could find to whom it belonged."
"Let's see it by all means," said Mr. Lowndes, taking his spectacles
and placing them on his nose.
Mrs. Martin took the bag out of her pocket, and handed it to her
brother, who shook out the bright pieces on the table, took up each,
one by one, looked at it closely through his glasses, poised it on his
finger to feel the weight, then flung it down to try if it would ring.
After each trial, he shook his head gravely; while Mrs. Martin, and
Norah, who was waiting at the table, watched with interest to see the
result.
"Worthless, every one of them!" cried Mr. Lowndes, first replacing
the coins in their bag, and then the spectacles in their case. "It is
well for your little maid there that she did not attempt to pass them,
unless she could easily prove that she had nothing to do with Puller or
any of his set."
Norah felt like a rider who has suddenly reined up on the brink of a
dangerous precipice, and who looks down, shuddering but thankful, on
the deep chasm into which he so nearly had fallen!
The idea of being even for a moment suspected of uttering base coin, of
being a party to a wicked fraud, and the knowledge that she had often
received secret visits from the criminal's daughter, made her draw in
her breath with a gasp! What if it could have been proved that Norah
had gone out on the previous night in company with Sophy Puller and her
party, and had been found in the morning attempting to buy goods with
false coin! Everything would have come out at Puller's trial, and even
if Norah had escaped a jail, her character would have been lost. All
this shame, terror, and misery had been escaped by her simply keeping
in the course of duty, and denying self to follow the Lord.
Norah was about to leave the room, when the magistrate called her back.
"Stay here a moment, my good girl," he said, laying his broad hand
on the canvas bag which was on the table beside him. "Your conduct
appears to have been most praiseworthy in this affair. It is not every
young servant who, having found, as she thought, eight sovereigns,
would have carried them at once to her mistress. You've earned a good
character, Norah, and I make no doubt that you'll keep it, and find
through life that honesty is the best policy in all things."
Then in a less serious tone Mr. Lowndes went on. "I'm giving a fête
to-day in my ground to all our school children here, in honour of my
little girl's birthday. We're to have the grand conjurer to show his
tricks, then a feast, and fireworks to close the entertainment; could
you spare me this little maid?" continued the magistrate, turning
towards his sister. "I should like to show the children one who has set
them so good an example of honesty and uprightness."
"I will spare Norah with pleasure," said the kind old lady, "and make
the same arrangement with my char-woman as I did upon Monday. Most glad
am I that Norah should have this innocent amusement; I am certain that
she will enjoy it, for she will feel that she has deserved it!"
Norah curtsied, blushed, and went out of the room in the quiet manner
which became a young servant, then went bounding down stairs to the
kitchen to make her needful preparations. Norah was full of delight;
she knew that she had her lady's free forgiveness for all the past, and
her confidence for the future, and but one cloud rested on the sunny
sky above Norah—the thought of the shame and trouble in which her late
companion must be involved by the sad disgrace of a father.
"Ah! Poor Sophy! She has had no one to show her the straight right way,
no one to speak to her faithfully as my sailor uncle spoke to me! She
has not heard of the daily battle to fight, the daily cross to take
up; she has not been taught that we are never, never so happy as when
we heartily try, by the help of God's grace, to obey His will in all
things!"
So thought Norah Peele then, and through the course of a useful, happy,
and honourable life, she never found cause to change her opinion.
There is a beautiful verse in the Bible which describes in few words
the future glory of those who 'love the Lord' and therefore 'hate
evil.' * It is this—'Light is sown for the righteous, and gladness for
the upright in heart.' †
* Psalm xcvii. 10. † Psalm xcvii. 11.
The first fruits spring up even here; to the faithful and true is given
the command, 'Rejoice in the Lord always, and again I say, rejoice!' *
* Phil. iv. 4.
But who can tell what the full harvest of light and bliss will be in
the world to come, when the Redeemer shall say to His own: 'Well done,
good and faithful servant; thou halt been faithful over a few things, I
will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy
Lord!' *
* Matt. xxv. 23.
THE END