CHAPTER XVII.

WILLIE'S CONFESSION.

BEFORE I close my little book, I must tell you, my young reader, what

effect Arthur's letter had on his old friend, Willie Irvington. We

have seen where idleness and lying had led Joseph Hickie, a child of

poverty, and in the history of Willie we have seen that the children of

the rich as well as of the poor are liable to be led into ruin by bad

companions.

It was a sad, sad story which the sobbing youth told his parents the

day following Munger's sudden departure. Before this, though he greatly

desired it, fear of this wicked man had withheld him from telling his

parents how deeply he had been led into sin.

At first he had only sought Munger, because he was amused by his ready

wit; then he was persuaded to accompany his tempter to the theatre and

the gambling-saloon. This he knew was contrary to his parents' wishes,

and though conscience at first tormented him with reproaches, the

specious arguments of Munger soon taught him to disregard the silent

monitor.

He was now entirely in the power of the clerk, and cruelly did the

tyrant rule his poor trembling subject.

"I tried to think I was happy," Willie said with tears and sobs,

laying his aching head on his mother's knee. "I used to laugh at the

plays at the theatre. And when Munger praised me for being smart, and

compared me with Arthur whom he called a sneaking saint, I tried to

feel pleased. But all the time I knew Arthur was doing right, and that

daring to refuse to yield to Manger's temptations was much braver than

to be cheating my dear parents and stealing away from the house when

they were in bed, as I did.

"One evening, long after office hours, I was down at the wharf, and

under the curtain I saw a light in father's counting-room. I was

curious to know who was there, and went cautiously to the window,

standing on a pile of boards to look in. Munger was at the safe

with his back to me. I saw him take out a roll of bills, count them

carefully, then go back to the day-book on the desk, run his finger up

and down the columns, take his knife and erase some figures putting

others in their place.

"If I had only been like Arthur I should have gone to the door and

told him what I had seen, demanding that he put back the money, and

then have denounced him as a thief. I longed to do this, I hated him

and began to see just where my own sins would lead me. While I was

hesitating, he locked the door and came out. When he found me, he raved

like a wild animal. He declared that if I did not promise never to

reveal what I had seen, he would kill me on the spot. Oh dear, what a

wretched, miserable night that was! The next day, I dared not look you

in the face. I started with terror at every sound as if I had been the

thief.

"The next morning Munger was so cordial and pleasant that I almost

believed I had dreamed a bad dream, and had not really seen him in the

office. He met me in the street and made me a present of a beautiful

gold watch. I had always longed for a watch you know, mother; but I

could not endure the sight of that. I told him I would rather not take

it; but he insisted, and I dared not refuse.

"Afterward, he gave me money several times which I used for purposes, I

knew you would disapprove, until you found me out and sent me away. Oh,

I wish I had never come back! I was beginning to try and do better, and

when I went to bed, I used to pray God to forgive me. Then his letters

came telling me of the gay times he was having, and how much he missed

me. At last, he proposed to me to run away, and come home. He was sure

you would forgive all I had done.

"When I promised you I would be a good boy, I really wanted to be,

and I meant to try. But I was restless unless I saw Manger and knew

what was going on among the fellows. And then he persuaded me to do

everything that he wished. The night Arthur saw me taking money from

him, I had got into debt by gambling. He scolded me and said we should

be found out, and then he asked me whether I could write my father's

name to look like his penmanship. I didn't know what he meant.

"'If you go on much longer, you'll have to learn,' he said. He meant

that I should have to forge your note to get money. The neat day, when

I got Arthur's letter, I was so ashamed of my bad conduct, and so sorry

on account of the grief I had caused you that it made me quite sick.

When I showed you the note, I longed to throw myself at your feet, and

confess everything; but I was afraid of my life. You can't imagine how

happy I was when you told he was gone and never would dare to return."

From this time, Willie's conduct was changed. But he felt his own

weakness, and pleaded so earnestly that his father would send him to

the country to work on a farm where he should be away from all the

temptations of the city, that at last, his request was granted. A place

was secured for him in the family of a good Christian farmer, and he

entered on his labors with the hope that, by the help of God, he might

lead a new life.

At the request of Mr. Irvington, Arthur wrote him, and many good

counsels did these letters contain.

Joseph Hickie served out his term in prison; but even this long

confinement did not improve his morals. No sooner was he free than

he joined a company of burglars, and made what he called successful

strokes of fortune. But in one of these robberies, he was seized by a

detective who had been watching him, and at his trial was condemned to

hard labor for the rest of his life.

Arthur Thompson, in the meantime, grew every year in favor with God,

and man. By his noble Christian integrity, his diligence in business,

and his amiable disposition, he endeared himself to a large circle

of friends. To his adopted parents, he exhibited all the love and

confidence of a dutiful child, causing them to their dying day to bless

the hour when he was brought under their roof.

By the decease of his father, Mrs. Olmstead having died a few months

previous, he was left heir to a large and increasingly valuable

property. Soon after he became of age, he was taken as partner into the

firm of Irvington and Ross, where he continued to labor with the same

diligence as during his clerkship. He remained in the same house, with

Hepsah for his companion and housekeeper, until his twenty-third year,

when he married a lovely Christian girl, and at her desire removed to a

beautiful country-seat in the suburbs. The city house, with others that

he owned in the block was converted into stores and let for a handsome

sum.

In the midst of his prosperity, Arthur never forgot the low state from

which by the blessing of God, on the kindness of Mrs. Irvington, he

had been saved. The welfare of poor children, and providing them with

suitable employment became a favorite mode of benevolence, and large

sums were given by him for that purpose.

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