The Faith Doctor: A Story of New YorkEggleston, Edward
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The Faith Doctor: A Story of New York
Eggleston, Edward
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
Now it is not in the nature of things that a hen should see a new egg in
her nest without cackling over it, or that a man in charge of a
benevolent enterprise should have a hundred-dollar check mysteriously
and unexpectedly dropped into his hat without talking about it. Such a
gift smacks of special divine favor, and offers a good theme for an
address calculated to animate those engaged in the work. The very next
Sunday, when the Testaments had been shut up and the lesson papers had
all been put away, Phillida and the others heard from the superintendent
some very inspiriting remarks on the subject of the encouragements which
ought to make them take heart in their work. He wound up, of course, by
telling of this donation from an unknown well-wisher. Had he stopped
there--but what talker to young people would or could have stopped
there? He whisked out the check and showed it, and then the identical
letter from the assistant cashier of the Bank of Manhadoes was held up
before the admiring boys and girls and read aloud to show how modestly
this benevolent well-wisher had hidden his hand.
And thus the only person in the audience from whom Millard had
particularly wished to conceal his agency in the matter knew perfectly
that the anonymous well-wisher was none other than the assistant cashier
himself. And she thought what a fine thing it was to have money when
there was so much good to be done with it.
X.
BROKEN RESOLVES.
Once the check was dispatched, Millard's conscience, which had been
aroused--irritated--by the standing rebuke of Phillida's superior
disinterestedness, was in a measure appeased. After sitting an hour in
slippery meditation he resolved to master his inclination toward Miss
Callender's society, for fear of jeopardizing that bachelor ideal of
life he had long cherished. Hilbrough's especial friendship, supported
by Mrs. Hilbrough's gratitude, had of late put him in the way of making
money more rapidly than heretofore; the probable early retirement of
Farnsworth would advance him to the cashiership of the bank, and there
opened before him as much as he had ever desired of business and social
success. It was not exactly that he put advantages of this sort into one
side of the scale and the undefinable charms of Phillida into the other.
But he was restrained by that natural clinging to the main purpose which
saves men from frivolous changes of direction under the wayward impulses
of each succeeding day. This conservative holding by guiding resolutions
once formed is the balance-wheel that keeps a human life from wabbling.
Western hunters used to make little square boxes with their names
graven in reverse on the inside. These they fixed over a young gourd,
which grew till it filled the box. Then the hunter by removing the box
and cutting off the end of the stem of the gourd, to make an opening
like the mouth of a bottle, secured a curious natural powder-flask,
shaped to his fancy and bearing his name in relief on its side.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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