Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Family -- Juvenile fiction
Perfectly calmed by this act of self-committal into his heavenly
Father's keeping, he sat down by the fire on a seat which he had raised
by piling some of the logs together, and prepared for a long spell of
waiting. Whatever others might think, he was sure that his aunt would
not be content to let more than one night pass without sending out to
seek for him, and by this assurance he was greatly comforted. His
bread, cheese, and milk, carefully husbanded, would last him two or
three days, and for anything beyond that he did not feel it needful to
take any forethought.
Slowly and wearily did the long hours drag on as he paced up and down
the room, or sat by the flickering logs, which threw out but a moderate
degree of heat. His frugal meals were soon despatched, and at last
evening came. He had tried the bars of his window more than once, but
his utmost exertion of strength could not shake one of them. No; he
must abide in that prison until released from without. And then he
thought of noble prisoners for conscience' sake,--Daniel, and Paul, and
Bunyan, and many a martyr and confessor,--and he felt that he was
suffering in good company. It was just getting dusk when there came a
rap at the window. He opened the casement. The face of his cruel
jailer was there.
"The cheque," said Mr Vivian, with what was meant to be a winning
smile. "Your pony is close by, and I will let you out in a minute. The
cheque, if you please."
"I cannot give it," was the reply.
"Indeed!" said the other, raising his eyebrows, and displaying fully the
evil light of his wicked eyes. "Ah! is it so? Well, if you like your
fare and your quarters so well that you are loath to leave them, it is
not for me to draw you away from such sumptuous hospitality and such
agreeable society. Farewell. Good-night. I will call to-morrow
morning, in the hopes that a night's rest in this noble mansion may lead
you to arrive at a different conclusion. Pleasant dreams to you." So
saying, with a discordant chuckle he left the window, and the poor
prisoner had to make the best of the situation for the night.
Adding another log to the fire, and wrapping his great-coat together for
a couch, with the upper part raised over two or three logs for a pillow,
he resigned himself to rest, and, much to his surprise, slept pretty
soundly till daybreak. His morning devotions over, and his scanty
breakfast eaten, he waited for the return of his brother-in-law with
very mingled feelings. About nine o'clock he appeared, and greeted Amos
with the hope that he had passed a good night and felt quite himself
this morning. Amos replied that he was thankful to say that he had
slept as well or better than he expected, and that he only wished that
his brother-in-law had had as soft a pillow to lie on as himself had
enjoyed.
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