Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"Mr Mortlake!" said the lady at parting, "I have used the freedom of an
old friend, and placed in your cabin a small collection of books, which,
I have no doubt, will materially help to deprive your voyage of half its
tedium; and, when you arrive at the place of your destination, if you
could devote any leisure hours to their study, be assured the benefit
will be incalculable."
"Believe me," he answered, "my kind patrons, whatever may be my fate, I
never can forget the wondrous acts of kindness that have been lavished
on me. If an anxious desire to discharge the duties of my office--if a
determination to surmount difficulties, coupled with a firm resolution
to act fairly and honourably by my neighbours--can be taken as an
earnest of my anxiety to please, on this you may rely; and, if my
exertions be crowned with success, the pleasure will be doubled when I
remember it is all owing to you."
"Tom," said Mr. Mortlake, "you are eloquent; but time flies, and we must
part."
"I have but one request more--no doubt it is needless. Be kind! oh be
kind to my poor mother!"
"On that," replied the lady, "you may depend. And now, farewell!"
Tom took her hand, and pressed it respectfully to his lips; then,
turning to his friend, tried to give utterance to "farewell!" The word
would not pass his lips; forgetting all difference of rank, he threw his
arms around Mortlake's neck, and wept. In a moment, as if ashamed of his
freedom or want of manliness, he hastily withdrew from his embrace.
Mortlake was moved. He pressed the lad affectionately to his
breast--"God bless you, my dear fellow; in me you have ever a steady
friend. And now, farewell!"
They separated; and years elapsed ere Mortlake and his friend again met.
We will now follow the strange fortunes of the junior.
Young Mortlake--for so he must in future be termed--suffered the usual
inconveniences of a sea voyage; and, if ever his boyish inclination,
influenced by a perusal of the fascinating fiction of "Robinson Crusoe,"
had given him a fancy for the pleasures of a seafaring life, they
yielded speedily to the irresistible effects of sea-sickness.
The vessel reached the island in about six weeks, and Tom presented his
credentials to Mr Tresham, from whom he met a favourable reception. He
had an apartment assigned to him in the house, and was treated as one of
the family. To the duties of the counting-house, irksome in the outset,
he became soon reconciled. His anxiety to please was not overlooked by
his master, who, finding him able and apt, gradually raised both his
rank and his salary. Before five years had elapsed, he was head clerk in
the establishment. Favourites are not much liked; but Tom bore his
honours so meekly, and was so obliging, without being obsequious, that
his rise neither excited envy nor surprise--indeed, it was looked upon
as a matter of course; and the astonishment would have been, not that he
had risen, but that he had _not_ risen in the establishment.
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