Part 40 (1/2)

Cast Adrift T. S. Arthur 34460K 2022-07-22

”The little child--I told him I'd come back soon. He's locked up all alone, poor baby!”

He spoke with a quiver in his voice.

”Oh, true, true!” answered Mr. Graham; ”the baby must be looked after;”

and he explained to the missionary.

”I will go round with you and get the child,” said Mr. Paulding. ”My wife will take care of him while you are away with Mr. Graham.”

They found little Andy sitting patiently on the floor. He did not know the friend who had given him a home and food and loving words, and looked at him half scared and doubting. But his voice made the child spring to his feet with a bound, and flushed his thin-face with the joy of a glad recognition.

Mrs. Paulding received him with a true motherly kindness, and soon a bath and clean clothing wrought as great a change in the child as they had done in the man.

”I want your help in saving him,” said Mr. Graham, aside, to the missionary. ”He was once among our most respectable citizens, a good church-member, a good husband and father, a man of ability and large influence. Society lost much when it lost him. He is well worth saving, and we must do it if possible. G.o.d sent him this little child to touch his heart and flood it with old memories, and then he led me to come down here that I might meet and help him just when his good purposes made help needful and salvation possible. It is all of his loving care and wise providence of his tender mercy, which is over the poorest and weakest and most degraded of his children. Will you give him your special care?”

”It is the work I am here to do,” answered the missionary. ”The Master came to seek and to save that which was lost, and I am his humble follower.”

”The child will have to be provided for,” said Mr. Graham. ”It cannot, of course, be left with him. It needs a woman's care.”

”It will not do to separate them,” returned the missionary. ”As you remarked just now, G.o.d sent him this little child to touch his heart and lead him back from the wilderness in which he has strayed. His safety depends on the touch of that hand. So long as he feels its clasp and its pull, he will walk in the new way wherein G.o.d is setting his feet. No, no; the child must be left with him--at least for the present. We will take care of it while he is at work during the day, and at night it can sleep in his arms, a protecting angel.”

”What kind of a place does he live in?” asked Mr. Graham.

”A dog might dwell there in comfort, but not a man,” replied the missionary.

Mr. Graham gave him money: ”Provide a decent room. If more is required, let me know.”

He then went away, taking Mr. Hall with him.

”You will find the little one here when you come back,” said Mr.

Paulding as he saw the anxious, questioning look that was cast toward Andy.

Clothed and in his right mind, but in no condition for work, was Andrew Hall. Mr. Graham soon noticed, as he walked by his side, that he was in a very nervous condition.

”What had you for breakfast this morning” he asked, the right thought coming into his mind.

”Not much. Some bread and a dried sausage.”

”Oh dear! that will never do! You must have something more nutritious--a good beefsteak and a cup of coffee to steady your nerves. Come.”

And in a few minutes they were in an eating-house. When they came out, Hall was a different man. Mr. Graham then took him to his store and set him to work to arrange and file a number of letters and papers, which occupied him for several hours. He saw that he had a good dinner and at five o'clock gave him a couple of dollars for his day's work, aid after many kind words of advice and a.s.surance told him to come back in the morning, and he would find something else for him to do.

Swiftly as his feet would carry him, Andrew Hall made his way to the Briar street mission. He did not at first know the clean, handsome child that lifted his large brown eyes to his face as he came in, nor did the child know him until he spoke. Then a cry of pleasure broke from the baby's lips, and he ran to the arms reached out to clasp him.

”We'll go home now,” he said, as if anxious to regain possession of the child.

”Not back to Grubb's court,” was answered by Mr. Paulding. ”If you are going to be a new man, you must have a new and better home, and I've found one for you just a little way from here. It's a nice clean room, and I'll take you there. The rent is six dollars a month, but you can easily pay that when you get fairly to work.”

The room was in the second story of a small house, better kept than most of its neighbors, and contained a comfortable bed, with other needed furniture, scanty, but clean and good. It was to Mr. Hall like the chamber of a prince compared with what he had known for a long time; and as he looked around him and comprehended something of the blessed change that was coming over his life, tears filled his eyes.

”Bring Andy around in the morning,” said the missionary as he turned to go. ”Mrs. Paulding will take good care of him.”