THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL.
Paul Kendall, who had not occupied a berth in the steerage since the
first organization of the ship, was greatly surprised and grieved to
learn that some of the crew were addicted to vicious practices. Gambling
was an enormous offence, and he was not quite willing to believe that
such a terrible evil had obtained a foothold in the ship. He could
hardly conceive of such a thing as boys engaging in games of chance;
only the vilest of men, in his estimation, would do so. Shuffles had
told him so, apparently without malice or design, and there was no
reason to doubt the truth of his statement, especially as he had given
the particulars by which it could be verified.
The second lieutenant went down into the steerage. Classes were reciting
to the professors, and studying their lessons at the mess tables. There
was certainly no appearance of evil, for the place was still, and no
sound of angry altercation or ribald jest, which his fancy connected
with the vice of gambling, saluted his ears. He cautiously entered
Gangway D, and paused where he could hear what was said in mess room No.
8.
"I'm five shillings into your half sovereign," said one of the
gamblers; and then Paul distinctly heard the rattling of the props.
"There's the half sovereign," added another, whose voice the officer
recognized as that of Wilton. "You own five shillings in it, and I own
five shillings."
"That's so," replied Sanborn, who appeared to be the lucky one.
"Let us shake for the coin," added Wilton. "It's my throw."
"That's rather steep."
"We get along faster--that's all. If I throw a nick, or a browner, it's
mine; if an out, it's yours."
"I am agreed--throw away," replied Sanborn, without perceiving that the
one who held the props had two chances to his one.
The props rattled, and dropped on the bed.
"A browner!" exclaimed Wilton, thereby winning all he had lost at one
throw.
"Hush! don't talk so loud," interposed Adler. "You'll have the profs
down upon us."
"I'll go you another five shillings on one throw," said Sanborn,
chagrined at his loss.
"Put down your money."
The reckless young gambler put two half crowns, or five shillings, upon
the bed, and Wilton shook again.
"A nick!" said he, seizing the two half crowns.
"Try it again," demanded Sanborn.
Paul Kendall was filled with horror as he listened to this conversation.
When he had heard enough to satisfy him that the speakers were actually
gambling, he hastened to inform Mr. Lowington of the fact. Paul was an
officer of the ship, and this was so plainly his duty that he could not
avoid it, disagreeable as it was to give testimony against his
shipmates. It seemed to him that the ship could not float much longer if
such iniquity were carried on within her walls of wood; she must be
purged of such enormities, or some fearful retribution would overtake
her. There was no malice or revenge in the bosom of the second
lieutenant; he was acting solely and unselfishly for the good of the
institution and the students.
He went on deck again. Shuffles was still there, and they met in the
waist.
"You told me the truth," said Paul.
"You did not think I was joking about so serious a matter--did you?"
replied Shuffles.
"No; but I hoped you might be mistaken."
"How could I be mistaken, when I have seen, at one time and another, a
dozen fellows engaged in gambling? Of course such things as these will
ruin the boys, and bring the ship into disrepute."
"You are right. My father, for one, wouldn't let me stay on board a
single day, if he knew any of the boys were gamblers."
"It can be easily stopped, now you know about it," added Shuffles.
"Perhaps it can. I will inform Mr. Lowington at once."
"Remember, if you please, what I said, Mr. Kendall. I am willing to do a
good thing for the ship; but you know how much I should have to suffer,
if it were known that I gave the information. I didn't mean to blow on
my shipmates; but you and I have been so intimate in the after cabin,
that I spoke before I was aware what I was about," continued Shuffles.
"I shall not willingly betray you."
"Willingly! What do you mean by that?" demanded the conspirator,
startled by the words of the officer.
"Suppose Mr. Lowington should ask me where I obtained my information,"
suggested Paul.
"Didn't you see for yourself in No. 8?"
"He might ask what led me to examine the matter so particularly. But,
Shuffles, I will tell him honestly that I do not wish to inform him who
gave me the hint; and I am quite sure he will not press the matter, when
he finds that the facts are correct."
"Don't mention my name on any account," added Shuffles. "It was mean of
me to say anything; but the ship was going to ruin, and I'm rather glad
I spoke, though I didn't intend to do so."
"I will make it all right, Shuffles," replied Paul, as he descended the
cabin steps.
Mr. Lowington was in the main cabin, and the second lieutenant knocked
at the door. He was readily admitted, and invited to take a seat, for
the principal was as polite to the young gentlemen as though they had
been his equals in age and rank.
"I would like to speak with you alone, if you please, sir," Paul began,
glancing at the cabin steward, who was at work in the pantry.
"Come into my state room," said the principal, leading the way.
"I hope your business does not relate to the discipline of the ship,"
continued Mr. Lowington, when they were seated, and the door of the
room was closed. "If it does, you should have applied to the captain."
"This is a peculiar case, sir, and I obtained my information while off
duty," replied Paul, with some embarrassment; for he had thought of
communicating his startling discovery to Captain Gordon, and had only
been deterred from doing so by the fear of betraying Shuffles.
"I will hear what you have to say."
"There is something very bad going on in the steerage," said Paul,
seriously.
"Indeed! What is it?" asked the principal, full of interest and anxiety.
"Gambling, sir."
"Gambling!" repeated Mr. Lowington, his brow contracting.
Paul made no reply; and he expected to be asked how he had obtained the
startling information.
"Are you quite sure of what you say, Mr. Kendall?"
"Yes, sir, I am. In mess room No. 8, there are three or four students
now engaged in gambling. I stood at the door long enough to find out
what they were doing."
"This is serious, Mr. Kendall."
"If you have any doubt about the fact, sir, I hope you will take
measures to satisfy yourself at once, for I think the students are still
there."
"I will, Mr. Kendall; remain in this cabin, if you please, until my
return," added the principal, as he moved towards the door.
"You must be careful when you approach them, sir, for the gamblers are
very sly."
Mr. Lowington passed from the professors' cabin into the steerage, and
proceeding to the entrance of No. 8, he paused to listen. He heard the
whispered conversation about the stakes, and "nicks," "browners" and
"outs." The gamblers were by this time highly excited by the game, and
had not only become imprudent, but absolutely reckless, so intense was
the fascination of their employment. Suddenly, but with a light step, he
entered the mess room. Wilton sat in the berth, while his companions
occupied stools outside and their heads were close together.
Mr. Lowington took Adler by the collar of his frock with one hand, and
Sanborn with the other, just as Wilton had thrown the props upon the
bed. With a vigorous jerk, he tossed them back upon the floor, so as to
obtain a full view of the stakes and the gambling implements. The
culprits were astounded at this sudden descent upon them; but before
they could comprehend the situation fully, the principal turned upon his
heel, and left the room without a word of astonishment or censure.
"We're in for it now," said Wilton, as his companions picked themselves
up from the floor, and gazed at each other with a sheepish look.
"That's so," replied Sanborn.
"We shall catch it," added Adler.
"We shall find out how the inside of the brig looks, in my opinion,"
continued Wilton. "I was a fool to play here, right in the steerage.
Shuffles told me that Lowington smelt a mice, and would make a row
about this thing."
"Shuffles told you so!" exclaimed Adler. "How did he know?"
"I don't know? I believe the parson told him last night, when he was in
the brig."
"Why didn't you say so then?" demanded Sanborn. "You have got us into a
pretty scrape! That is the reason why Shuffles wouldn't play himself."
"Yes, he said it was; but I didn't believe Lowington knew anything about
it; I don't see how he could. He walked in here as straight as though he
had been sent for, and knew just where to go," said Wilton.
"Of course he did: you say Shuffles told you Lowington knew all about
it; and I suppose he has been on the watch to find some fellows at it so
as to make an example of them."
"That's the whole of it. We might as well throw the props overboard
now."
Mr. Lowington returned to the cabin, where he had left Paul Kendall. He
was sadly disturbed by the discovery he had made, for he had no
suspicion before that any of his pupils had made so much progress in
vice. He knew what a terrible evil gambling was among men; that it was
the forerunner of dissipation and crime; and he felt the responsibility
which rested upon him as a guardian and instructor of youth.
"Mr. Kendall, your information was correct; and I commend the zeal you
have displayed in bringing this fearful evil to light. How happened you
to discover it?"
"I had a hint from a source which I would rather not mention," replied
the second lieutenant, with some embarrassment.
"Indeed!"
"Yes, sir; one of the students, who berths in the steerage, happened
accidentally to let it out."
Paul said "accidentally," because he believed that Shuffles had been
betrayed into the revelation by their former intimacy.
"And he does not wish to be regarded as an informer," added the
principal.
"No, sir; after he had excited my curiosity, he told me where I could
find the gamblers at play."
"I understand his position, precisely," said Mr. Lowington; "and I will
not ask his name. The information proves to be painfully correct, and
there appears to have been no malice in giving it."
"No, sir; I don't think there was: indeed, I know there was not," added
Paul, when he considered that Wilton and the other gamblers were
Shuffles' intimate companions.
"This is a very serious matter, Mr. Kendall," repeated the principal,
thoughtfully.
"I think it is, sir; that is the reason why I came to you, instead of
going to the captain."
"Perhaps it is better that you did so, on the whole," replied Mr.
Lowington. "It has enabled me to see the evil for myself. Have you any
views in regard to what should be done, Mr. Kendall?"
The principal often asked the opinion of the officers concerning similar
matters under discussion, perhaps in order to teach them self-respect,
rather than with the expectation of obtaining valuable suggestions from
them.
"I think there should be stricter discipline in the mess rooms, sir,"
replied Paul, blushing to have his opinion asked. "The fellows----"
"The students, you mean," interposed the principal.
"Excuse me, sir," added Paul, blushing deeper than before at this gentle
rebuke.
The boys had a language of their own, which was not tolerated by the
faculty when it ran into coarseness and slang.
"What were you about to say, Mr. Kendall?" continued the principal,
smiling at the confusion of the young officer.
"The students can now do anything they like in the mess rooms. They have
plenty of money, and if they want to gamble, they can. They were playing
last night when the first part of the starboard watch were on duty."
"You are right, Mr. Kendall," said Mr. Lowington "The students must be
looked after in their rooms. Has there ever been any gambling among the
officers in the after cabin?"
"I never saw any, or heard of any. I don't think there has been."
"I hope not; but we must grapple with this question in earnest," added
the principal, as he led the way out of the state room into the main
cabin.
The chaplain and the doctor were there, and Mr. Lowington wished to take
their advice upon the serious matter before him; and before he permitted
the second lieutenant to retire, he stated the case to them.
"Gambling!" groaned the chaplain.
"I detected them in the act myself," added Mr. Lowington. "You may
retire, Mr. Kendall."
"Why, this is awful!"
"Boys will do almost anything that men will," said Dr. Winstock, the
surgeon.
"Drinking and gambling!" ejaculated the chaplain. "What are we coming
to?"
"I fear there are other vices of which we know nothing yet," added the
doctor.
"Why, I'm afraid the Academy Ship will prove to be a failure, after
all," sighed Mr. Agneau.
"Not at all," argued Dr. Winstock. "We are in position here to treat
these evils properly. There are no fond mothers and indulgent fathers to
spoil the boys, when the discipline becomes sharp."
"What can we do?" demanded the chaplain. "Moral and religious influences
seem to have no effect."
"Have faith in your own medicines, Mr. Agneau," said the doctor.
"I have full faith in the medicine, Dr. Winstock; but I fear I have not
done my duty faithfully."
"You need not reproach yourself, Mr. Agneau. You have been earnest in
your work," interposed the principal. "In a large community of young
men, all these vices and evils will appear. It was to meet them that the
keel of this ship was laid, and our institution organized. I expect to
find vice, and even crime, among the boys. They that be sick need a
physician, not they that be whole. These boys certainly behave better
on board the ship than they did on shore at the various academies they
attended. Pelham, who is now fourth lieutenant, and has been first, was
one of the hardest boys in the school to which he belonged in New York.
He has given us no trouble here, though he has been a little sulky since
he fell from his former rank. Shuffles, who, in the Brockway Academy,
was the worst boy I ever knew, without exception, behaved himself
astonishingly well for a whole year. I am sorry to see that he has begun
the second year badly."
"O, his is a very hopeful case!" said Mr. Agneau. "He is penitent for
his folly, and I never saw so great a change in an individual as he
exhibited on my second visit to him last evening."
"I hope he will not disappoint you. I only mentioned him to show what a
benefit the ship had been to him; for if it keeps him out of trouble
even a single year, it is so far a blessing to him, to say nothing of
his intellectual progress, which has been more than satisfactory. The
fact that there are gambling, and drinking and other vices on board,
does not diminish my faith in the institution."
"It certainly ought not to do so," added Dr. Winstock, who was not so
sanguine a reformer as the chaplain and was willing to wait till the
medicine had time to produce an effect. "Here is an evil: we must meet
it, and we needn't stop to groan over it. What's to be done? that's the
question."
"The officer of the watch must be required to visit every room during
the first watch at least," said the principal.
"But those who are disposed to gamble will find abundant opportunities
to do so," suggested the doctor. "A couple of them up in the maintop, or
even in the cross-trees, could shake props, 'odd or even,' and play
other games of chance, without being seen. I don't think you have hit
the nail on the head yet, Mr. Lowington."
"The utmost vigilance we can use will not entirely prevent evil. We
depend upon moral influences, as well as discipline, for the prevention
and cure of vice and error," added the principal.
"I'm afraid a lecture on gambling wouldn't do much, good while the means
of play were still in the hands of the students. It would influence
some; but others are not to be influenced in any way: a strong arm alone
will meet their case."
"We can take the props from them," said Mr. Lowington.
"You must go a step farther than that; you must search the berths and
lockers for cards, dice, or other gambling implements. Even then you
will not have struck at the root of the evil."
"What is the root of the evil?" asked the principal.
"Money, sir!" replied the doctor, with unusual energy.
"That is said to be the root of all evil," added Mr. Lowington, with a
smile.
"Among boys, money does more injury than we can comprehend. A college
friend of mine was wholly spoiled by his allowance of money. His purse
was always full, which made him the prey of dissolute persons. He always
had the means of gratifying his appetites, and is now a sot, if he is
living. He began to drink, gamble, and dissipate generally, before he
entered college: he was expelled in a year. Without money, as a boy, he
would have been saved from a score of temptations. Every boy on board
this ship has a pocket full of sovereigns for his European expenses.
They are all young nabobs, and if you ever let them go ashore, you will
have your hands full, Mr. Lowington. They will drink beer and wine,
visit bad places, gamble and carouse. While they have plenty of money,
you can hardly prevent them from being a nuisance to you and to
themselves."
"There is a great deal of force in what you say, Dr. Winstock."
"Money will be the root of all evil to these boys, most emphatically.
Those who are disposed to gamble will do so while they have money."
"The inference to be drawn from your remarks is, that the students
should not have pocket money."
"Most decidedly that is my opinion. If I had a son, I wouldn't allow him
a penny of pocket money."
"That would be rather hard," said the chaplain.
"I know it, but it would be the best thing in the world for the boy. I
don't mean to say that I would never permit him to have money; but he
should have no stated allowance; and when he had a dollar, I should want
to know how it was to be expended."
"This question of money allowances has been under serious consideration
with me."
"You can't handle the boys in Europe with money in their pockets. A
regiment of soldiers could not keep them straight."
"I think you are right, doctor. I am tempted to take their money from
them."
"Do it, by all means!" exclaimed Dr. Winstock.
The chaplain regarded the measure as rather high-handed. He thought it
would belittle the boys, and deprive them of some portion of their
self-respect. The instructors came into the cabin at seven bells, and
their opinions were taken. Four of the six were in favor of taking all
money from the boys. Mr. Lowington had already reached this view of the
case, and it was resolved to take the important step at once, as the
best means of effectually putting a stop to the practice of gambling.
Mr. Fluxion had been unable to attend this conference for more than a
few moments, for he was the instructor in mathematics, which included
navigation, and he was compelled to superintend the observations, which
were made with separate instruments by himself and by the two masters of
the forenoon watch. The position of the ship was found, and marked on
the chart, and the "dead reckoning" compared with the result obtained by
calculation.
At one bell in the afternoon watch, all hands were piped to muster, and
the gamblers readily understood that this call was for their especial
benefit.
"Wilton," said Mr. Lowington, from his usual position.
The culprit came forward.
"With whom were you gambling in mess room No. 8, this forenoon?" asked
the principal.
Wilton looked up at the stern dispenser of discipline. If he did not
know, it was not his business to tell.
"Answer me."
"I don't know."
"You are telling a falsehood."
"I don't remember their names now," said Wilton.
"You do remember them; and for each falsehood you utter you shall suffer
an additional penalty."
"I'm not a tell-tale, sir," answered Wilton, doggedly. "I don't want to
tell who they were."
"Very well; why didn't you say that at first? I have some respect for
the student who dislikes to betray even his companions in error; none at
all for a liar. Adler and Sanborn," added the principal; and the two
gamblers stepped up to the hatch. "Young gentlemen, you are charged with
gambling. Have you anything to say?"
"Nothing sir," they all replied.
"Wilton, how much money have you lost at play?"
"None, sir."
"How much have you made?"
"Ten shillings--half a sovereign."
"From whom did you win it?"
"From Sanborn."
"Return it to him."
Wilton obeyed. Adler had won about a dollar from Sanborn, which he was
also compelled to restore. Mr. Lowington was satisfied that others had
gained or lost by gambling, but as he did not know who the other
gamblers were, he did not attempt to have the ill-gotten money restored;
for he never made himself ridiculous to the students by endeavoring to
do what could not be done.
Mr. Lowington then made a very judicious address upon the evil of
gambling, pointing out its dangerous fascination, and the terrible
consequences which sooner or later overtook its victims. He illustrated
his remarks by examples drawn from real life. The chaplain followed him,
detailing the career of a young man whom he had attended in prison, and
who had been utterly ruined by the habit of gaming, contracted before he
was of age.
These addresses seemed to produce a deep impression on the boys, and one
would have judged by their looks that they all regarded the dangerous
practice with well-grounded horror. Mr. Lowington took the stand again,
and followed with another address upon "the root of all evil;" adding
that, having money in their possession, they would be tempted to gamble.
"Now, young gentlemen, I propose that you all deliver your funds to me,
taking my receipt for whatever amount you deliver to me. When you have
any real need of money, apply to me, and I will restore it," added Mr.
Lowington.
"Take our money from us!" exclaimed several; and it was evident that the
proposition was creating a tremendous sensation among the students.