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"Well," said the young man, somewhat embarrassed, "I would rather you would say it for me." "I might as well eat your dinner for you." "Mr. Growther, you are an unusually honest man, and I think a kind one; so I am not going to act out any lies before you.
Growther started out of his chair, exclaiming: "Lord a' massy! what's the matter?" "Matter enough," replied the youth, with a reckless oath. "The worst that I feared has happened." "What's happened?" asked the old man excitedly. "I've been fighting in the work-room like a bull-dog, and swearing like a pirate. That's the kind of a Christian I am, and always will be.
Growther looked at him a moment, and then said: "Are you sayin' that because you mean it?" "Yes." "Would you mind helpin' me make a little garden? I know I ought to have done it long ago, but I'm one of those 'crastinating cusses, and rheumatic in the bargain." "I'll make your garden on the one condition that you stand by and boss the job." "O, I'm good at bossin', if nothing else.
"No," said Haldane gloomily; "I am not fit to enter your house, and for other reasons would rather not do so. I have no better friend than Mr. Growther, and he already knows it all. I may as well tell you here; that is, if you are willing to stay." "I came to stay," said Mrs. Arnot quietly; and sitting down, she turned a grave and expectant face toward him.
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.
You have done all that you could to make a man of me, and now that you won't have time to quarrel with me about it, I tell you to your face that you are not a mean man. There are few larger-hearted, larger-souled men in this city," and before the bewildered old gentleman could reply, he was gone. "Lord a' massy, Lord a' massy," groaned Mr. Growther, "the bottom is jest fallin' out o' everything.
Growther found that he could no longer live a hermit's life, and began in good earnest to look for the "little, peaked-faced chap" that had grown to be more and more of a reality to him; but the rest of Hillaton almost forgot that Haldane had ever existed.
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?
What's the use of climbin' the mountain on your hands and knees when you can go up in a chariot of fire, if you can only git in it?" and he talked and urged so earnestly that Haldane smiled and said: "Mr. Growther, you have mistaken your vocation. You ought to have been a missionary to the heathen." "That would be sendin' a thief to ketch a thief.
That's what I call bein' mean and a fool both. A-a-h!" Haldane stopped a moment to indulge in the first laugh he had enjoyed since his arrest. "I hope you will pardon me, my venerable friend," said he; "but you have a rather strangely honest way of talking." "I'm old, but I ain't venerable. My name is Jeremiah Growther," was the snarling reply. "I'm fraid you have too much conscience, Mr.
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