TRUE TO A PROMISE.
IT was not many days after this that Rodney came to the conclusion that
he ought not to stay any longer within the sheltering walls of the
workhouse, to be a burden upon the poor-rates. He was strong enough now
to earn his own living, though he could never regain the vigour he had
thrown away. Weakness of body, and a sorrowful spirit within him, must
be his portion in this life, though his sin was forgiven, and his heart
could call God his Father. He knew also that outside the gates, within
sight of them, a vehement temptation would assail him. Even there,
within the refuge, if the thought of drink came across him, he could
only find help against it in earnest prayer. Would the demon take him
captive again if he ventured out to confront the peril?
With a trembling heart, and in an agony of prayer, Rodney left his
shelter and found himself once more free and unrestrained in the
streets. He was compelled to pass the places of his temptation, not
once or twice only, but scores of times, with the fumes of the liquors
poisoning the atmosphere about them. He could not help but breathe it,
could not choose but see the gaudy and bright interiors, as his feet
carried him from one fierce assault to another. Sometimes he felt as if
he should be lost if he did not flee back to the shelter he had left,
and end his days there shamefully. But he continued his course down to
the docks, where he hoped he might happen on work to supply his wants
for that day and night, for if he failed, he must return to the casual
ward for a lodging.
He had earned a few pence, and was about to seek lodgings for the
night, when he saw a number of decent working-men crowding into a
schoolroom, which was well lit up. He stopped one of them to ask what
was going on inside.
"It's a lecture," he answered, "on temperance, by Mr. Radford. He's
always plenty to say, and says it out like a man. Come in, and hear
him."
"Ay, I'll come in," said Rodney eagerly, forgetting both his hunger and
fatigue.
The lecture had just begun, and the speaker, whose face was earnest and
hearty, and who had a pleasant voice, had gained the fixed attention of
his hearers.
"I'll tell you what a promise once did," he said, towards the close of
his lecture: "We had a meeting of our Band of Hope some years ago, and
I saw amongst the children a rough, barefoot little girl staring about
her with large, eager eyes, as if she could not make out what we were
about. I asked her her name, and told her to come to my house; and I
wrote down my address for her. But I said to her, 'Will you promise me
not to taste anything that will make you drunk till you see me again?'
And she promised me."
"That's Bessie Dingle!" cried Rodney, half aloud.
And the lecturer paused for an instant, looking down kindly but gravely
upon his listeners.
"I expected her to come to me within a day or two, and I should have
persuaded her to join our Band of Hope; but she never came. Nearly
six years were gone, and one day last autumn, when I was on the
landing-stage, I heard some one cry out, 'That's him again!' And a girl
of seventeen or so, a bright, busy girl, came rushing towards me from
an apple-stall.
"'I've kept my promise, sir!' she cried. 'I've never took a drop to
make me drunk. I said I never would till I see you again.'
"The girl had been faithful to her promise. Yes, in her place, and
according to her strength, she had kept her promise, as God keeps His."
Rodney scarcely heard the end of the lecture, so full was his mind of
Bessie, whom he had scarcely thought of, but who was the only friend he
had left in Liverpool. He could not go away without making some inquiry
after her; and when the audience was dispersing, he made his way up to
the lecturer's desk:—
"Sir," he said, "that girl was Bessie Dingle. Could you tell me where I
could find her this very night?"
"She left Liverpool last autumn," he answered; "she is gone to live in
the country with an old woman of the name of Rodney."
"Why! That must be my mother!" exclaimed Rodney, involuntarily.
"Who are you?" inquired Mr. Radford.
"My name's John Rodney," he answered; "Bessie knows all about me. Oh,
sir! I was a dreadful drunkard; and one night I saw my little girl—she
was the last of them, and my poor wife was dead as well, thank God!—and
the child set herself on fire, and me lying by so drunk I could not
move; I could not stir a limb no more than if I'd been dead. Oh God! Oh
God! It was a horrible thing."
Rodney grasped the desk with both hands to keep himself from falling,
and neither he nor the stranger could speak again for some moments.
"I understood you were drowned," said Mr. Radford at length; "Bessie
believes so; she told me all about it."
"No," murmured Rodney, "I went off with the intention of putting an end
to myself; but I slipped on the pavement, and they carried me to the
infirmary. I was there a long time, and then I went home, and other
folks had taken to my house, and I'd no place to sit down in, and the
liquor-vaults were the only place open to such as me, and I went in and
got dead drunk again."
"Again!" repeated Mr. Radford.
"Ay, again," he said, with a deep groan; "but it was the last time. I
pray God it may be the last time. Then I knew there was no hope for me
as long as I could see or smell drink, and I went into the workhouse to
be out of the way partly, and partly because I'd no other place to go
to. I only came out this morning."
"And where are you going to now?" asked his new friend.
"Anywhere," he answered; "but I'm afraid of going where they 'll be
drinking. There seems to be drink everywhere. You don't know what it is
down in the low parts of the town, sir."
"Yes, I do," said Mr. Radford; "but I'll speak to a friend of mine
here, who will take you to his place for to-night. He was one of the
first to join us here, and he was as great a slave to drink as you ever
were before."
"Sir," said Rodney, earnestly, "I believe God has forgiven me, and I
believe He will help me. He has helped me this day, or I should never
have been here. If you will let me join myself to you, with a promise,
I'll try to keep it as Bessie kept hers, God helping me."
"I believe from my heart it would be of great use to you," answered Mr.
Radford, after a moment's thought. "Mark! I do not say it will save
you, but it will help you. You can give it as a reason for not drinking
to your old comrades; but the chief thing will be that it will bring
you into acquaintance with new comrades of your own way of thinking,
who will not tempt you to drink. Remember, too, if you should break it,
that's no reason why you should not promise again; yes, and again and
again, if you fall again and again. Most of us promise God very often
to give up our favourite sin, and when we forget our promise, He does
not forbid us to renew it."
With trembling fingers, and with deep, unspoken prayer in his heart,
Rodney signed his name to a form by which he pledged himself to abstain
from all intoxicating drinks; and then Mr. Radford committed him to the
care of his friend, who was to take him home for the night.
"What are you going to do to-morrow?" asked Mr. Radford.
"I'll make my way down to my mother's," he answered. "I shall be safer
out of the town, though I ought to be ashamed to go to her in these
rags. But it's no more than I deserve, and she'll be overjoyed to see
me."
"Go down by train," said Mr. Radford. "I will lend you the fare, and
you can repay me when you are in work again. They all think you are
dead down there."
"Yes," he answered, smiling sadly, "my mother will say, 'This my son
was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.'"
With these words he went his way; and after a night's rest, more
refreshing than any he had had for years, he started by the earliest
train down into the country.
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