“It was an unfortunate hour that saw me installed as our great Uncle
Jason’s book-keeper and confidential clerk. He trusted me so entirely,
and there were such large sums of money daily passing through my hands,
that the temptation was a great one to a person of my expensive tastes
and habits. I cannot tell just when I took the first five dollars,
replacing it as soon as possible, and then finding the second sin so
much easier than the first. It was not a sin, I said then, as did others
of my companions who were in the habit of doing the same thing, and who
led me on from bad to worse, while all the time my uncle believed me a
pattern of honesty. If I had not heard that a part of Uncle Jason’s
fortune rightfully belonged to us, I do not believe I should have fallen
so low. As it was, I made myself think that what I took was mine, and
after I learned to gamble it was ten times worse. There is a fascination
about those dens of iniquity which you cannot understand, and it proved
my ruin. I played every night, sometimes losing, sometimes winning, and
gradually staking more and more, until at last I bet so heavily that
forgery was the consequence. I don’t know what made me do it, for I knew
I could not replace that 20,000 dollars, and when the deed was done
there was no alternative but to run away. Assuming the name of John
Maxwell, I went to England first, and then to California. Uncle Jason
had so much faith in me that you know he believed me murdered, until the
fraud was discovered, when it seems he behaved most generously,
suppressing the facts, and after an interview with you, my brother,
consented to keep the whole thing still, provided the money was in time
refunded.”
“Who told you this?” both Richard and his mother exclaimed, but Robert
only replied:
“I heard it, and resolved, if possible, to earn that money and pay it
back myself. The voyage out sobered me into a better man, for, mother,
your prayers, said over me when I was a child, rang continually in my
ears, until I, too, ventured to whisper each day the words, ‘Lead us not
into temptation,’ saying them at first more from habit than anything
else, and afterwards because I learned to have faith in them, learned to
believe there was something in that petition which did keep me from
falling lower. I was not good as you term goodness, and had I died I
should assuredly have been lost; but within a few short months there has
been a change, so that what I once was doing for your sakes I now do, I
trust, from higher, holier motives; and oh! I had so much need of
forgiveness, for had I not wronged everybody, and you, my brother, most
of all?”
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