Nineteen hundred? A forecast and a storyFarningham, Marianne
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Nineteen hundred? A forecast and a story
Farningham, Marianne
Christian life -- Fiction; England -- Social conditions -- Fiction; Reformers -- Fiction
As he thought of all the possibilities which his father had had, of the
life which he had lived and the life that he might have lived, he was
filled with sorrow—just such sorrow as many of us are preparing for
those who know and love us best. But Arthur had a child’s faith as well
as a man’s loyalty; and he did what we all have to do—and what, indeed,
we are all glad to do—he left his dead with God. He knew every saving
clause in the history of the life that had ended—what relentings and
repentances and upward wistful glances there had been, and how fierce
was the struggle between the better and the worse nature of the man! God
knew it all, and that was enough. “I know not where he is; but, O my
Father! he is in Thy hands, commended to Thy love, and I am not afraid
to leave him with Thee,” he said; and with these words he was comforted.
The great manufacturer of the East-end had left a fortune considerably
in excess of the amount which he had mentioned to his heir; and the
young man was too sensible to feel other than glad when he had the facts
of his inheritance placed before him in figures which told their own
story. With the exception of a few legacies to old servants, among whom
Arthur was gratified to see Hancourt’s name, everything was left to him
absolutely. Houses and lands, shares and investments were all at his
disposal, together with the business by which they had been won. But to
the new master these were chiefly valuable as means to an end. That
which thrilled his soul, and caused his eyes to flash and his heart to
glow, was the fact that nearly three thousand persons, men and women,
youths and girls, looked to him for work and wages. He needed no one to
remind him that whatever of other thoughts and plans were in his mind,
the duty that lay the nearest to him was the care of these people—their
bodies and their souls. And he never thought of this without a thrill of
joy. “They are MY PEOPLE, and, God helping me, I will do my duty by
them,” he said, and he meant much more than most men when he said it.
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