So have I, returned the latter. Dont he look uncommon like the old schoolmasters son? Hallo!
And well might Reuben exclaim hallo! for Jeff, instead of grasping his opponent round the waist, had suddenly seized him with one hand by the neck, with the other by the leg, and lifting him completely off the ground, had flung him on his back.
The people were too much astonished at first to cheer. They burst into a fit of laughter, which, however, extended into a hearty cheer when Reuben cried out, It is Jeffrey Benson, as sure as Im alive, and claimed him as a townsman.
Youre right, Reuben, said Jeff, as he put on his coat, though I am a good bit changed, no doubt, since I was here last.
Then the townsman have beaten the seaman after all, exclaimed one who was inclined to triumph.
Not so, returned Jeff quickly, for Im a seaman myself and take sides with the fishermen.
Well said; give us your hand, mate, cried John Golding, one of the latter, holding out his hand, which our hero grasped warmly, for he had known the man in former years.
Youve done well in credit o the sea.
An better still, said little Reuben, in doing credit to the land by refusin to boast.
Nevertheless, though Jeff Benson did not boast, it is but just to say that he felt considerable satisfaction in his triumph, and rejoiced in the possession of so powerful a frame, as he continued his walk to Miss Millets house. It did not occur to him, however, to thank God for his strength of body, because at that time God was not in all his thoughts.
Miss Millet was a woman of action and projects. Her whole being was absorbed in one ideathat of doing good; but her means were small, very small, for, besides being exceedingly poor, she was in delicate health and getting old. She subsisted on quite a microscopic annuity; but, instead of trying to increase it, she devoted the whole of her time to labours of love and charity. The labour that suited her health and circumstances best was knitting socks for the poor, because that demanded little thought and set her mind free to form unlimited projects.
The delight which Miss Millet, experienced in meeting with her old friend Jeffrey Benson was displayed in the vivacity of her reception of him and the tremulosity of her little cap.
Its just like coming home, auntiemay I still venture to call you so?
Jeff had been wont to sit on a stool at the good ladys feet. He did so nowon the old stool.
You may call me what you please, Jeff. It was your child-fancy to accord to me that honourable relationship; so you may continue it if you will. How you are grown, too! I could not have known you had I met youso big, and with that horrible black beard.
Horrible! Miss Millet?
Well, terrible, if you prefer it. Its so bushy and unnatural for one so young.
That can hardly be, auntie, rejoined the youth, with a smile that sent quite a ripple down the objectionable beard, because my beard was provided by Nature.
Well, Jeff, returned the spinster promptly, were not scissors and razors provided byno, it was art that provided them, she continued with a little smile of confusion; but they are provided all the same, and But we wont pursue that subject, for you men are incorrigible! Now tell me, Jeff, where you have been, and why you didnt come to see me sooner, and why your letters have been so fewthough I admit they were long.
We will not inflict on the reader all the conversation that ensued. When Jeff had exhausted his narrative, Miss Millet discovered that it was tea-time; and, while engaged in preparations for the evening meal, she enlarged upon some of her projects, being encouraged thereto by Jeff, whose heart was naturally sympathetic.
But some of my projects are impossible, she said, with a little sigh. Some small things, indeed, I have accomplished, with Gods blessing; but there are others which are quite beyond me.
Indeed! Tell me now, auntie, if you had Aladdins wonderful lamp, what would you ask for?
Id ask forlet me see (the old face became quite thoughtful here)Id ask for a library. You see, Cranby is very badly off for books, and people cannot easily improve without reading, you know. Then I would ask for a new church, and a school room, and a town-hall where we might have lectures and concerts, and for a whole street of model-houses for the poor, and a gymnasium, and a swimming-bath and
A swimming-bath, auntie! exclaimed Jeff. Isnt the sea big enough?
Yes, but children wont learn in the sea. Theyre too fond of running about the edge, and of romping in the shallow water. Besides, the bath could be used in winter, when the sea is too cold. But Im praying for all these things. If God sees fit, He will give them. If not, I am content with what He has already given.
A somewhat sceptical smile rested for a moment on the young mans lips. Happily his heavy moustache concealed it, and saved Miss Millets feelings. But she went on to vindicate the ways of God with man, and to impress upon Jeff the fact that in His good wisdom ills or wells, and things that seem to us only evil, work out gracious ends.
Jeff listened, but said little, and evidently his difficulties were not all removed. Presently, observing that three cups were laid on the table, he asked, Do you expect company?
Yes, my brother the captain is coming to tea. He is about to start for China, and Im so glad you happen to be here; for Id like you to know each other, and youre sure to like him.
Jeff did not feel quite so sure on that point, for he had counted on a long tête-à-tête with his old friend. He took care, however, to conceal his disappointment, and before he had time to reply, the door opened with a crash.
What cheer, old girl? what cheer? resounded in bosuns-mate tones through the house, and next moment a rugged sea-captain stood before them.
Chapter Two
A Sea-Captain Relates his Adventures, and Refuses to Draw Morals
Captain Richard Millet, like his sister, was rather eccentric. Unlike her, however, he was large, broad, and powerful. It would have taken considerably more than half a gale to blow him away. Even a gale and a half might have failed to do that.
Glad to meet you, he said, extending his solid-looking hand with a frank, hearty air, on being introduced to Jeff. My sister Molly has often spoken of you. Sorry to hear youve left the sea. Great mistake, young mangreat mistake. Theres no school like the sea for teaching a man his dependence on his Maker.
The school is not very successful, if one may judge from the character of most of its pupils, replied the youth.
Perhaps you misjudge their character, returned the captain, with a look of good-natured severity.
Im sure he does, cried Miss Millet, with enthusiasm. Noble-hearted, simple men, who would probably never go wrong at all if it were not for their unsuspecting trustfulness and bad companions! Come, sit down, Dick. Tea is ready.
Yes, young man, continued Captain Millet you misjudge em. You should not judge of a school by the shouting and mischief of the worst boys, who always flaunt their colours, while the good ones steer quietly on their course. Youll understand that better when your beard is grey. Youth is fond o lookin at the surface, an so is apt to misjudge the character of men as well as the ways of Providence.