Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
"You don't mind accepting these things from Miss Wenaston. Her
housekeeper gave them to me with her own hands. When you go to the
college to-morrow morning, call at the house and say you are grateful."
"Of course I will. I'll see the housekeeper as well as Miss Wenaston."
"And let me give you another piece of advice, Ananda. You must fill up
the whole day with regular employment, whether you are at the college
or at home. You must not allow yourself to drift into the habit of
idleness. It is bad for any man, European or Indian. You must read
and make notes of what you read. You must write to me and tell me what
you are teaching your class. I will send you some books addressed to
the care of Miss Wenaston as soon as I get back; and if you want
lighter literature you can borrow of her."
They talked of various matters for some time, and then Alderbury looked
at his watch.
"Half-past eight! how the time flies! Is that your man outside? Hi!
come here! I want you!" he called in the man's language.
The sweeper ran forward, and Alderbury gave him directions.
"Go to the car and bring me a small basket you will find on the seat."
The pariah returned and was directed to lift the lid, which he did. As
he held it open Alderbury took out a packet of sandwiches.
"I may as well save time by eating my breakfast whilst I talk."
The food disappeared without any hindrance to the conversation, and the
fact that it had been received from the pariah did not affect the
missionary's appetite.
"Put down the basket and give me that bottle and cup," said Alderbury
to the man. "Hold the cup while I pour."
The thermos flask was full of steaming coffee, and Alderbury took the
brimming cup from the hand of the despised pariah, giving him back the
flask to replace in the tiffin basket.
"This is Mrs. Hulver's own make; I never tasted better coffee. You
have got the same brew in that bottle, but without milk. It should
last you three or four days. Boil your milk and add it to the cold
coffee. Don't heat the coffee or you will spoil the flavour. I was to
be sure and tell you this from Mrs. Hulver. Good-bye and good luck go
with your new venture. Come along my man; bring that basket and put it
in the motor."
The lesson was not without its effect although nothing was actually
said. Somehow when the Englishman accepted food from the hand of the
pariah the action had a different complexion, and it set Ananda
thinking. Alderbury hoped it would bear good fruit, and help to make
matters easier if the time should come when no food was obtainable
except through the pariah. He was anxious to be off, and he bade
Ananda good-bye, parting with him at the entrance of the little yard
where the gourd spread its vivid green foliage.
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