Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Family -- England -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Jack and Jill gave a simultaneous exclamation of denial, for there had
been a note of real pain and shame in the old man's voice which was
quick to reach their hearts. In truth, they had thought no less of the
General for his expression of temper. It was only what was to be
expected under the circumstances, and he had been a brick in defending
them from their father's anger. It was difficult to explain the real
reason of their surprise at the discovery of his Christianity. One
could not say, for instance, "because your face is so red, and your eyes
are so fierce, and your voice is so loud, and your manner of
conversation so abrupt and startling; because you have been a slayer of
men, and have lived a life of storm and adventure," yet it was in truth
the contrast to the pale, anaemic type which young people instinctively
picture in a devotee which caused the astonishment in their minds. They
remained silent, hanging their heads, while the General continued
sadly--
"Well, well, I don't wonder! That tongue of mine has dishonoured me a
hundred times before now, but, bad specimen as I am, I should be a
hundred times worse but for the time spent in that corner. Have you
seen that picture before?"
Jill shook her head.
"No, it is not half so well-known as it deserves to be! `Christ and the
Young Ruler,' who went away sorrowful `because he had great
possessions.' It has never entered your head, I suppose, to pray to be
preserved from prosperity, or _in_ prosperity, if you like that better?
Of course not! Precious few people ever do, yet the temptations of
prosperity are fifty times more subtle, if they are less pressing, than
those of poverty. I tell you, sir, when a man is young and strong, and
feels the blood coursing in his veins, and when his balance at the
banker's allows him to do pretty well as he chooses, it is precious
difficult to realise that he needs any help, human or Divine. Even
now--selfish old beggar that I am!--I have no one's convenience but my
own to consider, and if I want a thing there's no end of a fuss if I
don't get it in the twinkling of an eye. So I keep that picture there
to remind me that my money is only lent to me to use for the good of
others. Christ, the Captain! I am here to obey His orders!"
As he spoke he lifted his hand to his brow in stiff military salute, and
over the fierce old face came the same wonderful softening which the
twins had noticed a few minutes before.
They were speechless with embarrassment, as young things often are when
a conversation suddenly takes a serious turn; but when they had taken
their leave, with many invitations to repeat their visit, the same
thought lingered in the mind of each as they made their way homeward.
"Fancy him turning out so--good!" cried Jill wonderingly. "He really
almost--preached. I _was_ surprised!"
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