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Here In hillaton, Where Every One Is Ready To Tread Him Down, Shows
Pluck, Whatever Else Is Wanting. I'Ve Had My Eye On Him For Some Time,
And I'M About Satisfied he'S Trying To Do Right. But It Is Difficult To
Know What To Do For One With His Ugly Reputation. I Will See What Can Be
Done, However."
That Same Evening Chilly Autumn Winds Were Blowing Without, And Mr.
Growther'S Passion For A Wood Fire Upon The Hearth Was An Indulgence To
Which Haldane No Longer Objected. The Frugal Supper Was Over, And The
Two Oddly Diverse Occupants Of The Quaint Old Kitchen Glowered at The
Red coals In silence, Each Busy With His Own Thoughts. At Last Haldane
Gave A Long Deep Sigh, Which Drew To Him At Once Mr. Growther'S Small
Twinkling Eyes.
"Tough Old World, Isn'T It, For Sinners Like Us?" He Remarked.
"Well, Mr. Growther, I'Ve Got Rather Tired of Inveighing against The
World; I'M Coming To Think That The Trouble Is Largely With Myself."
"Umph!" Snarled the Old Man, "I'Ve Allers Knowed the Trouble Was With
Me, For Of All Crabbed, Cranky, Cantankerous, Old--"
"Hold On," Cried haldane, Laughing, "Don'T You Remember What Mrs. Arnot
Said About Being Unjust To One'S Self? The Only Person That I Have Ever
Known You To Wrong Is Jeremiah Growther, And It Seems To Me That You Do
Treat Him Outrageously Sometimes."
At The Name Of Mrs. Arnot The Old Man'S Face Softened, And He Rubbed his
Hands Together As He Chuckled, "How Satan Must Hate That Woman!"
"I Was In hopes That Her Words Might Lead You To Be A Little Juster To
Yourself," Continued haldane, "And It Has Seemed to Me That You, As Well
As I, Have Been In a Better Mood Of Late."
"I Don'T Take No Stock In myself At All," Said Mr. Growther
Emphatically. "I'M A Crooked stick And Allers Will Be--A Reg'Lar Old
Gnarled knotty Stick, With Not 'Nuff Good Timber In it To Make A Penny
Whistle. That I Haven'T Been In as Cussin' A State As Usual Isn'T
Because I Think Any Better Of Myself, But Your Mrs. Arnot Has Set Me
A-Thinkin' On A New Track. She Come To See Me One Day While You Was At
The Mill, And We Had A Real Speret'Al Tussel. I Argufied my Case In such
A Way That She Couldn'T Git Round It, And I Proved to Her That I Was The
Driest And Crookedest Old Stick That Ever The Devil Twisted out O' Shape
When It Was A-Growin'. On A Suddent She Turned the Argerment Agin Me In
A Way That Has Stumped me Ever Since. 'You Are Right, Mr. Growther,' She
Said, 'It Was The Devil And Not The Lord That Twisted you Out Of Shape.
Now Who'S The Stronger,' She Says, 'And Who'S Goin' To Have His Own Way
In The End? Suppose You Are Very Crooked, Won'T The Lord Get All The
More Glory In making You Straight, And Won'T His Victory Be All The
Greater Over The Evil One?' Says I, 'Mrs. Arnot, That'S Puttin' My Case
In A New Light. If I Should Be Straightened out, It Would Be The
Awfulest Set-Back Old Nick Ever Had; And If Such A Thing Should Happen
He'D Never Feel Sure Of Any One After That.' Then She Turned on Me
Kinder Sharp, And Says She, 'What Right Have You To Say That God Is
Allers Lookin' Round For Easy Work? What Would You Think Of A Doctor Who
Would Take Only Slight Cases, And Have Nothing To Do With People Who
Were Gittin' Dangerous-Like? Isn'T Jesus Christ The Great Physician, And
Don'T Your Common-Sense Tell You That He Is Jist As Able To Cure You As
A Little Child?'
"I Declare I Was Stumped. Like That Ill-Mannered cuss In the Scripter
Who Thought His Old Clothes Good Enough For The Weddin', I Was
Speechless.
"But I Got A Worse Knock Down Than That. Says She, 'Mr. Growther, I Will
Not Dispute All The Hard Things You Have Said Of Yourself (You See I Had
Beat Her On That Line Of Argerment); I Won'T Dispute All That You Say
(And I Felt A Little Sot Up Agin, For I Didn'T Know What She Was
A-Drivin' At), But,' Says She, 'I Think You'Ve Got Some Natural
Feelin'S. Suppose You Had A Little Son, And While He Was Out In the
Street A Wicked man Should Carry Him Off And Treat Him So Cruelly That,
Instead Of Growin' To Be Strong And Fine-Lookin', He Should Become A
Puny, Deformed little Critter. Suppose At Last You Should Hear Where He
Was, And That He Was Longin' To Escape From The Cruel Bands Of His Harsh
Master, Who Kept On A-Treatin' Of Him Worse And Worse, Would You, His
Father, Go And Coolly Look At Him And Say, "If You Was Only A Handsome
Boy, With A Strong Mind In a Strong Body, I'D Deliver You Out Of This
Tyrant'S Clutches And Take You Back To Be My Son Again; But Since You
Are A Poor, Weak, Deformed little Critter, That Can Never Do Much, Or Be
Much, I'Ll Leave You Here To Be Abused and Tormented as Before"--Is
That What You Would Do, Mr. Growther?'
"Well, She Spoke It All So Earnest And Real-Like That I Got Off My
Guard, And I Jist Riz Right Up From My Cheer, And I Got Hold Of My Heavy
Old Cane There, And It Seemed as If My Hair Stood Right Up On End, I Was
That Mad At The Old Curmudgeon That Had My Boy, And I Half Shouts, 'No!
That Ain'T What I'D Do, I'D Go For That Cuss That Stole My Boy, And For
Every Blow He'D Given The Little Chap, I'D Give Him A Hundred.'
"'But What Would You Do With The Poor Little Boy?' She Asks. At That I
Began To Choke, My Feelin'S Was So Stirred up, And Moppin' My Eyes, I
Said, 'Poor Little Chap, All Beaten And Abused out O' Shape! What Would
I Do With Him? Why, I Couldn'T Do 'Nuff For Him In tryn' To Make Him
Forget All The Hard Times He'D Had.' Then Says She, 'You Would Twit The
Child With Bein' Weak, Puny, And Deformed, Would You?' I Was Now
Hobblin' Up And Down The Room In a Great State Of Excitement, And Says
I, 'Mrs. Arnot, Mean A Man As I Am, I Wouldn'T Treat Any Human Critter
So, Let Alone My Own Flesh And Blood, That Had Been So Abused that It
Makes My Heart Ache To Think On'T.'
"'Don'T You Think You Would Love The Boy A Little Even Though He Had A
Hump On His Back And His Features Were Thin And Sharp And Pale?' 'Mrs.
Arnot,' Says I, Moppin' My Eyes Agin, 'If You Say Another Word About The
Little Chap I Shall Be Struck All Of A Heap, Fur My Heart Jist Kinder--
Kinder Pains Like A Toothache To Do Somethin' For Him.' Then All Of A
Suddent She Turns On Me Sharp Agin, And Says She, 'I Think You Are A
Very Inconsistent Man, Mr. Growther. You Have Been Runnin' Yourself
Down, And Yet You Claim To Be Better Than Your Maker. He Calls Himself
Our Heavenly Father, And Yet You Are Sure That You Have A Kinder And
More Fatherly Heart Than He. You Are One Of His Little, Weak, Deformed
Children, Twisted all Out Of Shape, As You Have Described, By His Enemy
And Yours, And Yet You The Same As Say That You Would Act A Great Deal
More Like A True Father Toward Your Child Than He Will Toward His. You
Virtually Say That You Would Rescue Your Child And Be Pitiful And Tender
Toward Him, But That Your Heavenly Father Will Leave You In the Clutches
Of The Cruel Enemy, Or Exact Conditions That You Cannot Comply With
Before Doing anything For You. Haven'T You Read In the Bible That "Like
As A Father Pitieth His Children, So The Lord Pitieth Them That Fear
Him"? You Think Very Meanly Of Yourself, But You Appear To Think More
Meanly Of God. Where Is Your Warrant For Doing So?'
"The Truth Bust In on Me Like The Sunlight Into This Old Kitchen When We
Open The Shutters Of A Summer Mornin'. I Saw That I Was So Completely
Floored in the Argerment, And Had Made Such A Blasted old Fool Of Myself
All These Years, That I Just Looked around For A Knot-Hole To Crawl
Into. I Didn'T Know Which Way To Look, But At Last I Looked at Her, And
My Withered old Heart Gave A Great Thump When I Saw Two Tears A-Standin'
In Her Eyes. Then She Jumps Up And Gives Me That Warm Hand O' Her'N And
Says: 'Mr. Growther, Whenever You Wish To Know How God Feels Toward You,
Think How You Felt Toward That Little Chap That Was Abused and Beaten
All Out O' Shape,' And She Was Gone. Well, The Upshot Of It All Is That
I Don'T Think A Bit Better Of Myself--Not One Bit--But That Weakly
Little Chap, With A Peaked face And A Hump On His Back, That Mrs. Arnot
Made So Real-Like That I See Him A-Lookin' At Me Out Of The Cheer There
Half The Time--He'S A Makin' Me Better Acquainted with The Lord, For The
Lord Knows I'Ve Got A Hump On My Back And Humps All Over; But I Keep
A-Sayin' To Myself, 'Like As A Father Pitieth His Children,' And I Don'T
Feel Near As Much Like Cussin' As I Used to. That Little Chap That Mrs.
Arnot Described is Doin' Me A Sight O' Good, And If I Could Find Some
Poor Little Critter Just Like Him, With No One To Look After Him, I'D
Take Him In and Do For Him In a Minit."
"Mr. Growther," Said Haldane, Huskily, "You Have Found That Poor
Misshapen, Dwarfed creature That I Fear Will Never Attain The
Proportions Of A True Man. Of Course You See Through Mrs. Arnot'S
Imagery. In befriending Me You Are Caring For One Who Is Weak And Puny
Indeed."
"Oh, You Won'T Answer," Said Mr. Growther With A Laugh. "I Can See That
Your Humps Is Growin' Wisibly Less Every Day, And You'Re Too Big And
Broad-Shouldered for Me To Be A Pettin' And A Yearnin' Over. I Want Jest
Such A Peaked little Chap As Mrs. Arnot Pictured out, And That'S Doin'
Me Such A Sight O' Good."
Again The Two Occupants Of The Old Kitchen Gazed at The Fire For A Long
Time In silence, And Again There Came From The Young Man The Same
Long-Drawn Sigh That Had Attracted mr. Growther'S Attention Before.
"That'S The Second Time," He Remarked.
"I Was Thinking," Said Haldane, Rising To Retire, "Whether I Shall Ever
Have Better Work Than This Odious Routine At The Mill."
Mr. Growther Pondered over The Question A Few Minutes, And Then Said
Sententiously: "I'M Inclined to Think The Lord Gives Us As Good Work As
We'Re Cap'Ble Of Doin'. He'Ll Promote You When You'Ve Growed a Little
More."
Chapter XLIV (Growth)
The Next Morning Haldane Received a Message Directing Him To Report At
Mr. Ivison'S Private Office During The Noon Recess.
"Be Seated," Said That Gentleman As The Young Man, Wearing an Anxious
And Somewhat Surprised expression, Entered hesitatingly And Diffidently.
"You Need not Look So Troubled, I Have Not Sent For You To Find
Fault--Quite The Reverse. You Have 'A Friend At Court,' As The Saying
Goes. Not That You Needed one Particularly, For I Have Had My Eye Upon
You Myself, And For Some Days Past Have Been Inclined to Give You A
Lift. But Last Evening Mrs. Arnot Spoke In your Behalf, And Through Her
Words I Have Been Led to Take The Following Step. For Reasons That
Perhaps You Can Understand, It Would Be Difficult For Me To Give You A
Desk Among My Other Clerks. I Am Not So Sensitive, Now That I Know Your
Better Aims, And It
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