Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Christmas stories; Fiction
Two matters must be mentioned before I close this chapter.
The first is that before I acquainted Mr. Fairhaven with the decision
I had arrived at, I endeavoured again to ascertain from what motive he
had educated and befriended me when I was left an orphan. He refused
distinctly to give me any explanation.
The next is that the hundred pounds a year he had hitherto given me to
spend among my poor was stopped from that day. This grieved me
exceedingly. I think I had never fully understood the power of money
until then.
VII.
HEALTHY BODY MAKES HEALTHY MIND.
It was but natural that the loss of so good a friend as Mr. Fairhaven
should have had an effect upon my spirits, and I felt it the more
deeply because he had parted from me in anger. I did not for one
moment doubt that I had decided rightly, but it would have been a
happiness to me to have retained Mr. Fairhaven's friendship. I found
myself brooding over it and growing melancholy. I sorely felt the need
of sympathy, or at least of that consolation which one derives from
unbosoming himself to his friends. Mrs. Silver saw my distress of
mind, and with delicate tact led me to confide in her. I told her the
story--the temptation, the trial, the result--and I asked her if I had
done right. Only she and Rachel were present when I commenced to tell
my story; and Rachel, divining by my first words that I was about to
impart a confidence to Mrs. Silver, rose to leave the room; but I
desired her to stay, and she resumed her seat and continued her work.
'Have I done right, dear friend?' I asked of Mrs. Silver when I had
concluded.
I saw that she was much affected. 'Between friends such as we had
grown to be but few words were needed. I was bending anxiously towards
her as I asked the question. She took my hand and kissed me.
'I am old enough to be your mother,' she said; 'it gladdens me to know
that we are friends.'
I was inexpressibly consoled and comforted. I looked towards Rachel.
Her bosom was heaving, and a tender radiance was in her face. My heart
leaped up as I saw. Immediately I turned to her she knew that I was
gazing at her, and she rose hurriedly and left the room. Mrs. Silver
looked at me with solemn tenderness and followed her blind child. From
that moment a new tie seemed to be established between us, and I came
and went as one of the family.
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