"POOR, YET MAKING MANY RICH."
Just as the clock was striking five, to the great relief of both boys,
Clarice softly opened the door. She sent David off at once to the sofa
in the next room, bidding him get an hour's sleep as soon as he could.
Then making up the fire, she speedily and skilfully made a refreshing
cup of chocolate, and brought it to Owen's bedside. He looked white and
wan, as he whispered softly, "There is 'no sorrow' with it, cousin
Clarice, though the pain is so bad."
"Poor boy," she whispered, softly stroking his head, "I wish I could
bear it for you. But Jesus knows, and He will help you through all."
"Oh, He does; He comforts me so. When I was all alone, He gave me such
happy thoughts of going soon to be with Him and father."
"I hope you will not go yet awhile, Owen. But how were you alone in the
night? I thought David was with you."
"He was, most of the time. But uncle called him down to help about some
thief."
"Some thief!"
"Yes, David said so."
Clarice thought the boy's mind was wandering, and asked no more
questions, only talked on soothingly for awhile, and then read the
"keeping" Psalm to him, "The Lord is thy keeper, ... the Lord shall
preserve thee from all evil," till Owen seemed quite comforted by the
blessed words, both in mind and body, and laid so still, that his cousin
hoped he might get a short sleep.
When at last she went into the breakfast-room, she found both her father
and mother there before her, considerably excited and annoyed with the
affair of the previous night. She was told the whole story, and said she
was not much surprised, for she had never thought Norris was
trustworthy.
"I know you never liked him," said her father; "but I thought it was
only a girl's fancy. How is Owen this morning?"
"In great pain. This accident might never have happened but for Norris.
I saw him push Owen just as he was stepping down; and having his arms
full, he could not save himself."
Mr. Hadleigh went in to see the boy, before he went round to the
police-court, and stayed some little time with him.
Owen asked to be sent back to Westbrook; he was sure some there would
care for him for his father's sake; and he had not forgotten his uncle's
words in the train, that if anyone could not work they had no right to
live.
"It is impossible you should be moved, at any rate for some weeks," he
said. "Why do you want to go?"
"Because I cannot earn anything, and shall not be able to do so for a
long time, I fear," was the sorrowful reply.
"Never mind, Owen, these few months you have been here have shown me
that money is not everything. Honesty, uprightness, and faithful service
are more than money, and I will show you I value them by spending money
on you. Don't you trouble; you will earn plenty when you are about
again."
"Thank you," said the boy, greatly comforted, "I will get well as soon
as I can, sir."
But the days passed slowly to the active lad, as he lay in weariness and
pain, wondering if he should ever be able to walk again. He had intended
to work hard and get on, and earn money, and do so much good in the
world. Yet here he was laid on his back, unable to do anything, hardly
knowing whether he should ever be more than a cripple. It was a trial to
the young Christian, just as he started on the heavenly road. But he was
very patient, and bore his pain manfully, while gratefully thanking any
one who showed him any kindness.
His uncle continually came and sat down by him for half-an-hour at a
time, and thus Owen often had sweet opportunities of witnessing for his
Saviour, and telling his uncle of his peace and joy.
One day Mr. Hadleigh came in with a somewhat troubled face.
"Owen," he said, "how can I make up to you for wrongly accusing you?"
"Have you found out that I never took those things of Mr. Davenport's?"
he asked, eagerly.
"Yes, I have just returned from Norris's trial, and it all came out. It
seems that he and his sister kept a small grocer's shop in a low part of
the town, and that for a long time he has partly stocked it through
goods taken from me, by little and little, as he was able to do it. He
confessed at last, when the evidence became too strong, and owned that
he carried off Mr. Davenport's parcel to his own home. He is now in
prison for two years."
"Isn't it sad for him?"
"It serves him right, for such wicked and underhand dealings."
"Yes, isn't it strange that people forget that they will be sure to be
found out one day? Father always used to say that it paid best to be
honest and upright in every way, even if it were not a question of
right. Dishonest people must always live in fear of being found out.
Father said we must always live _open_ lives, and then everything would
be right."
"Your father was a good man, Owen. I can't think how I came to suspect
you. Only get well, and I will do all I can for you."
"Thank you, uncle; I am very glad you know I did not do it," replied the
boy, as if he could not forget how heavy a weight had been lifted off
him.
"It troubled you?" asked Mr. Hadleigh, kindly.
"Yes, sir, very much. Only I knew that God knew all about it, and I
hoped He would right me one day."
"Does it comfort you to think that God knows all about you?"
"Yes, indeed it does; specially since He has made me His child. I like
to think He knows just where I am, and what I am doing, and that He
cares for me all the day long. He makes me so happy."
Mr. Hadleigh was silent; it was an experience he knew nothing of; yet as
he looked at the thin, white face, smiling so peacefully, he felt it was
possible so to live. And from that day forward he was very kind and
tender to Owen, often encouraging him to talk, though saying little in
reply himself.
Mr. Netherclift had sent many kind messages to Owen; he greatly
regretted not being able to walk, as he should have liked to call on his
young friend. But that not being possible, he sent kind words by David,
and once he managed to write a few lines, to Owen's great joy, for it
was a very rare thing for him to receive a letter.
At last he was able to get up once more, and in a few days longer could
manage to go into the next room by the aid of a crutch on one side, and
Clarice's strong arm on the other. It was a great delight to be able to
move even so far, though the exertion made him feel somewhat faint at
first. He had been there only a short time, when Clarice, who had been
downstairs, came into the room with a smiling face.
"Could you bear to see a visitor, Owen?" she asked. "Do you feel strong
enough?"
"A visitor! for me? Who is it?"
[Illustration: CLARICE HELPING OWEN.--_Page 60._]
"An old friend of yours," she replied, returning in a few minutes with
an elderly gentleman, in whom Owen joyfully recognised his kind friend
the Vicar of Westbrook.
"Oh, Mr. Sturt, sir, is it really you? I can't get up, sir, but I am
glad to see you."
"Don't move, my boy. I have just heard of your accident from your
uncle," he said, taking a chair which Clarice offered him, close to
Owen. "I was passing through Barmston, and thought I should like to see
you. You look very altered and weak," he said, kindly; "are you in much
pain?"
"No, it is not so bad now, sir; I hardly knew how to bear it at first.
But the Lord Jesus was with me all the time, and He helped me, sir."
"I am glad to hear you say that, Owen; it is a blessed thing to know
that the Saviour is with His children at all times, under all
circumstances, and we are very happy when we realise His presence."
"Yes, sir, I have had 'no sorrow' with it, though the suffering has been
so great."
"You are changed, Owen; I think few at Westbrook would recognise you if
they saw you now."
"No, sir, I daresay not. Will you tell me something about them all,
please? It seems so long since I was there."
"No doubt it does, though to us things seem going on much as usual,
except that we greatly miss your father, and his quiet influence for
good. I have still got your things, Owen, but they are ready for you
whenever you want them."
"I am afraid it will be a long time before I can have them, sir. There
is no room to put them here, and I do not know when I shall be able to
earn money enough to buy them back. I shall never win a fortune now,
sir, as I used to wish to. I am afraid I shall always be a cripple."
"I don't think there is much fear of that. You are young, and the bones
soon knit together again. I have no doubt you will be as strong as ever
by-and-by, though of course it will take time. But as for your fortune,
I thought you had already obtained a large part of it," said Mr. Sturt,
smiling kindly at the pale young face.
A bright smile flushed all over it, as Owen replied, "So I have, sir, in
one way. I have got the best fortune now, for I belong to the Saviour,
and I know He will give me just what I need. Only I meant I could not
earn any money for a long time."
"Then occupy this leisure time in seeking more of the heavenly riches,
and though you may be poor yourself, you can make many rich by giving."
"But I have nothing to give, sir, nothing at all."
"Can you not give grateful thanks and love to those around you, who so
kindly look after you? And can you not give your voice and heart in
prayer for those who yet know nothing of the riches of the Saviour's
grace?"
"Yes," said the boy, slowly, "I can do that. And I have prayed, sir,
often for uncle and Clarice."
"And God hears and answers. Your cousin tells me that it is mainly
through you she has sought and found the Saviour; and your uncle is also
seeking the same blessing. God is honouring you, Owen. Oh, keep always
low down at His feet, and give Him all the glory. You came here wishing
to gain riches, and God is giving you your desire, not in earthly coin,
but in precious souls saved for all eternity. 'There is that maketh
himself rich, yet hath nothing: there is that maketh himself poor, yet
hath great riches.' God give you grace to choose the lowly and the
better way at all times through life."
Mr. Sturt could not stay longer; he was only in Barmston for a short
time; when Owen was strengthened and comforted by seeing his kind friend
once more, and by his helpful words.
A few more weeks passed by, and Owen was able to accept a kind
invitation from Farmer Netherclift to go and spend a month at Westbrook.
The fresh country air, and the freedom, worked wonders for him, though
his leg was still too stiff to enable him to go on the old rambling
excursions that he and his friend Sam loved so much.
But they made the best use of their time together, and merry Sam learnt
something of a joy he had hitherto thought little of. Owen visited all
his old friends, greatly profited by Mr. Sturt's kind instructions, and
at last returned to Barmston with a happy, thankful heart, resolved to
be as industrious and active as possible, while yet keeping the heavenly
riches foremost before his eyes; while diligent in business, to be
fervent in spirit, in all things serving the Lord.
S. W. PARTRIDGE AND CO., 9 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON.
Transcriber's Notes:
Passages in italics are indicated by _italics_.
Punctuation errors have been corrected without note.
Inconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation have been retained from
the original except:
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