Christian life -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
Stephen hoisted the sack upon his shoulders in silence, and strode away
with a swelling heart, in which a tumult of anger and perplexity was
raging. 'If I had only a commandment about these things!' he thought. He
was not quite certain whether it would not have been best and wisest to
fight with Tim and have it out; especially as Tim was all the time
taunting him for being a coward. But his father had read much to him
during the last three months; and though he could not remember any
particular commandment, he felt sure that the Bible did not encourage
fighting or drunkenness. Suddenly, and before they reached the end of Red
Lane, a light burst upon Stephen's mind.
'I say, Tim,' he said, speaking to him for the first time, 'it's four
miles to the New Farm, and I'll go with thee a mile farther than Red
Lane.'
'Eh!' cried Tim; 'and get Black Thompson to lick me to-morrow?'
'No,' said Stephen earnestly, 'I'll not tell Black Thompson; and if he
hears talk of it, I'll say I did it of my own mind. Come thy ways, Tim;
let's be sharp, for I've my potatoes to hoe when I get home to-night.'
The boys walked briskly on for a few minutes, past the end of Red Lane,
though Stephen cast a wistful glance up it, and gave an impatient jerk to
the load upon his shoulders. Tim had been walking beside him in silent
reflection; but at last he came to a sudden halt.
'I can't make it out,' he said. 'What art thee up to, Stephen? Tell me
out plain, or I'll fight thee here, if Black Thompson does lick me for
it.'
'Why, I've been learning to read,' answered Stephen, with some pride,
'and of course I know things I didn't used to know, and what thee doesn't
know now.'
'And what's that to do with it?' inquired Tim.
'My chapter says that if any man forces me to go one mile, I am to go
two,' replied Stephen; 'it doesn't say why exactly, but I'm going to try
what good it will be to me to do everything that my book tells me.'
'It's a queer book,' said Tim, after a pause. 'Does it say a chap may
make another chap do his work for him?'
'No,' Stephen answered; 'but it says we are to love our enemies, and do
good to them that hate us, that we may be the children of our Father
which is in heaven--that is God, Tim. So that is why I am going a mile
farther with thee.'
'I don't hate thee,' said Tim uneasily, 'but I do love fighting; I'd
liever thee'd fight than come another mile. Don't thee come any farther,
I've been bone lazy all day, and thee's been at work. And I say, Stevie,
I'll help thee with the potatoes to-morrow, to make up for this bout.'
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