Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Clergy -- Juvenile fiction; Social classes -- Juvenile fiction; Temperance -- Juvenile fiction
With this extremely lucid explanation of his decision and his
intentions, Tode put on his hat and went to the post-office.
Thus it happened that when Mr. Hastings mail had been delivered as
usual, the boy hesitated, and finally asked with an unusual falter in
his voice:
"Can I see Mr. Hastings a minute?"
"Well, sir," said that gentleman, whirling around from his table, and
putting himself in a lounging attitude. "Well, sir, what can I do for
you this evening? Anything in the line of business?"
This he said with the serio-comic air which he seemed unable to avoid
assuming whenever he talked with this traveling companion of his.
Tode plunged at once into the pith of the matter.
"Yes, sir, I've come to talk about business. I've got to leave your
hotel, and I thought I'd better come and let you know."
"Indeed! Have you decided to change your occupation? Going to study law
or medicine, Tode?"
"I haven't made up my mind," said Tode. "I've just got to the leaving
part."
"Bad policy, my boy. Never leave one good foothold until you see just
where to put your foot when you spring."
"Ho!" said Tode, "I have stepped in a bog and sunk in; now I've got to
spring, and trust to luck for getting on a stone."
Mr. Hastings leaned back in his chair and laughed.
"You'll do," he said at length. "But seriously, my boy, what has
happened at the hotel? I heard good accounts of you, and I thought you
were getting on finely. Does Jim leave all the boots for you to black,
or what is the matter? You musn't quarrel with a good business for
trifles."
"It's not Jim nor boots, sir, it's bottles."
"Bottles!"
"Yes, sir, bottles. I'm not going to put 'em to my neighbors any more;
and I don't see what any of you mean by it. Like enough, though, you
never noticed that figure?"
"Are you sure you know what you are talking about, Tode?" inquired Mr.
Hastings, with a curious mixture of amusement and dignity. "Because I
certainly do not seem able to follow your train of thought."
"Why, that Habakkuk; he's the one who says it, sir. But then you know
it's in the Bible, and I've made up my mind not to do it."
"Ah, I begin to understand. So you came up here to-night for the purpose
of delivering a temperance lecture for my benefit. That was kind,
certainly, and I am all ready to listen. Proceed."
Never was sarcasm more entirely lost. Tode was as bright and sharp as
ever, and had never been taught to be respectful.
"No, sir," he answered, promptly, "I didn't come for that at all. I came
to tell you that I had got to quit your business; but if you want to
hear a temperance lecture there's Habakkuk; he can do it better than
anybody _I_ know of."
Mr. Hastings' dignity broke once more into laughter.
"Well, Tode," he said at last, "I'm sorry you're such a simpleton. I had
a higher opinion of your sharpness. I think Mr. Roberts meant to do well
by you. Who has been filling your head with these foolish ideas?"
"Habakkuk has, sir. Only one who has said a word."
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