Bildungsromans; Christian life -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Love stories; New England -- Fiction
"And now for earnest working," thought Roland, as he turned wearily
away from the one cherished spot; "it is a hard trial to part from
such a friend, but it is evidently my Father's will, that alone I
must still pursue my way; I must not indulge in vain regrets, but
'Looking aloft,' I will endeavor to do whatsoever my hand findeth to
do with diligence and single-hearted devotion." Day by day, Roland
gathered the heavenly manna, and drank of the spiritual rock; thus
strengthened, he returned with renewed zeal to the duties of his
daily life.
"Whither so fast, my friend?" cried a familiar voice, as he was
threading his way along the busy streets of New York. Turning
quickly, he perceived his college friend, Edmund Norris. Grasping
Roland's hand, he said,
"You are the very one that I want to see; I am going to Europe, and
must have a companion; my mother will hear of none but you, Roland;
come, old fellow! just say that you will go; I will bear your
expenses, and we shall have a grand time together."
"How long will you be absent, Edmund?"
"About one year; perhaps longer."
"What is your plan?"
"I propose visiting the continent, England, Scotland, and Ireland; my
mother is not willing to trust her wild son with any one else; when
will you give me an answer, Roland?"
"To-morrow, if you will call at my office, No. 12, Beekman street."
This offer seemed most opportune. He had no domestic tie to keep him
in America, and here was the opportunity which he had so long
desired, to visit his native land, and search for his relations, if
any he had left.
"I will go, Edmund," was his reply; "when shall we sail?"
"In the first steamer; I wish to be there early in the fall."
"I shall be ready, Edmund; I can leave my business in the hands of a
young man in my office."
The Thornlys were especially sorry to lose the young inmate; and
Helen's pale cheek and depressed spirits betrayed the interest which
she felt in the young man.
"You will write to Edgar, Mr. Bruce, I hope," was her last
injunction. "I should not be surprised if you should meet Miss
Hamilton abroad, for they have all gone for her father's health, to
consult London physicians."
"Farewell, Miss Helen, I shall always be grateful for your kindness."
Roland did not see the tear which trembled on her cheek, as she
turned away to hide her emotion.
When he reached the vessel, a handsome dressing-case, a sea wrapper,
slippers, and cap, with the kind regards of Mr. Thornly, awaited him,
with the label, "A small acknowledgment of benefits conferred upon
Edgar, by his grateful father."
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