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
'The doctor tells me I have not many days to live. I may live a month,
he says; I may die tomorrow; and my child will be left quite penniless
and unprovided for. I made up my mind to write before my strength
fails me. Will you befriend my orphan boy? I do not know what words to
use to strengthen my appeal. If you were to ask me what it is I wish
you to do, and I could answer from my grave, I would say. Arm him for
the battle of life; give him some sort of plain and useful education;
and when he is old enough, put him in some way so that he may be able
to work for his living. Will you do this, for the sake of old times,
for the sake of the girl you used to like to chat with, for the sake
of charity? When I write my name to this letter, I will kneel down and
pray to the Almighty that you will not turn a deaf ear to my appeal,
and I will bless you with my dying breath. As you read these words,
think that I am by your side, imploring you to say, "Yes, I will do
this out of pity for the orphan and his dead mother, and for the sake
of old times." God prosper you in all your undertakings!--Your old
friend and suppliant, ISABEL.'
You know now why I interested myself in you. Yes, I think there is one
living being who will remember me with affection when I am gone.
I am thinking of you now, Andrew, and I am considering whether I shall
carry out an idea which has occurred to me with reference to my money.
I have nearly run my span of life. Death may, in the natural order of
things, claim me at any moment. Say it claims me to-morrow, and I die
without a will, what will become of the great fortune I shall leave
behind me? Litigation will ensue. The lawyers will have a banquet You
said once, 'If there were in the world one lawyer where now there are
a hundred, the world would be the better for it, and justice would be
more easily administered.' Well, the law shall not juggle with my
money if I live another week; neither shall you have it for your own
use; no, not one shilling of it. And yet, if I keep in my present
mind, you shall have the entire control of it, and shall have the
power of disposing of it in any way you please--except for your own
benefit. I know that I can trust you thoroughly; there is not another
man in the world whom I would dream of placing such confidence in. It
was my desire that you should take my name after my death, and spend
my money in such a manner as to make the name a great one in society.
As that satisfaction is denied to me, and as you say that 'money is
only sweet when it is well-spent,' use mine in fulfilment of your
sentiment. The more I think of it the more am I disposed to regard my
scheme with favour. To-morrow morning I will go to my lawyer, who will
communicate with you after my death. You may be sure that everything
will be plainly set down, and that you will not be able to appropriate
the money to your own private use. But I must be just. Every labourer
is worthy of his hire.
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