Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories
“This year in which I write, a great change has come over me, and my
heart has been softened and touched at last with human sympathy. The
force which has affected me is not any book nor sermon, but your example
of goodness and your charity towards all men. In spite of the general
judgment on me, which has been fully merited, I have seen that you do
not shun me, but rather have gone out of your way to countenance me,
and I have heard that you speak kindly of me. It is not my nature to say
much; it is not yours to receive praise; but I wish you to know you have
made me a new man.
“It seemed to me, however, dangerous that I should begin to distribute
my means openly among charities, as I was inclined to do, since I might
pass from hardness to pride and be charged with ostentation, as I had
been once with miserliness, with sad justice in both cases.
“So it came to me that, still retaining and maintaining my character for
meanness--as a punishment for my past ill-doing and a check on vanity--I
would gradually use my capital in the private and anonymous aid of
respectable people who are passing through material adversity, and the
help of my native city, so that my left hand should not know what my
right was doing. This plan I have now, at this date, pursued for six
months, and hope to continue to my death, and I did not know so great
joy could be tasted by any human being as God has given to me. And now,
to all the goodness you have shown me, will you add one favour, to wind
up my affairs as follows:--
“(1) Provide for my housekeeper generously.
“(2) Give a liberal donation to the other servant.
“(3) Bury me quietly, without intimation to any one.
“(4) Distribute all that remains, after paying every debt, as you
please, in the help of widows, orphans, and young men.
“(5) Place a packet, marked 'gilt-edged securities,' in my coffin.
“And consider that, among all your good works, this will have a humble
place, that you saved the soul of--Your grateful friend,
“Samuel Dodson.”
“What Dodson has done with his money, Mr. Greatheart I don't know; all
the securities together don't amount to £5,000. He seems to have been
living on an annuity.”
“His wealth is here, Welsby, in this packet of cancelled cheques, two
hundred and eighty-seven, which go with him to the other side; and I
tell you, Welsby, I know no man who has invested his money so securely
as Samuel Dodson. See, read that top check.”
“To Goldbeater, London, £10,000. Why, the draft I got for playgrounds
was on that bank, and the date corresponds. Curious.
“Eh? What? You don't mean to say that this man we slanged and... looked
down on was....”
“Yes, Zaccheus was Sam Dodson.”
SAVED BY FAITH
I
“So you have agreed to accept seven-and-six-pence in the pound from
Hatchard?” Oxley said in his slow, quiet manner, as he smoked with his
two friends after luncheon at the Club. “I could not attend the meeting,
but I hear that the affairs showed badly.”
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