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Reginald fell too, on the top of him, and as the cab dashed past it just grazed the sole of his boot where he lay. It was all the work of a moment the shout, the vision of the boy, and the rescue so sudden, indeed, that Mrs Cruden had barely time to clutch Horace by the arm before Reginald lay prone in the middle of the road.
A nice, pleasant-spoken gentleman, who had made some very complimentary little speeches about Samuel in Samuel's own hearing. This was the man whose name Cruden had borrowed for his door-plate, in the hope of further mystifying the public as to his own personality! Ah! ah!
The mention of Gedge's name cowed Reginald in an instant, and in the sudden revulsion of feeling which ensued he was glad enough to escape from the room before fairly breaking down under a crushing sense of injury, mortification, and helplessness. Gedge was at the door as he went out. "Oh, Cruden," he whispered, "what will become of me now? Wait for me outside at seven o'clock; please do."
I don't expect to get leave again, for eighteen months; but I hope then to find you all well. "Believe me, dear Mrs Cruden, "Yours truly, "Thomas Lambert." This simple warm-hearted letter came to Mrs Cruden as the first gleam of better things on the troubled waters of her life. Things were just then at their worst.
Men are tattooed with their special beliefs like so many South-Sea Islanders; but a real human heart, with Divine love in it, beats with the same glow under all, the patterns of all earth's thousand tribes! The Doctor sighed, and folded the sermon, and laid the Quarto Cruden on it.
Jemima, my dear, come and tell Mrs Cruden and the boys you're 'appy to see them; Sam too it's Sam's majority, Mrs Cruden; twenty-one he is to-day, and his pa all over oh, 'ow 'appy I am you've come." "We had no idea you had friends," said Mrs Cruden, nervously. "We'll call again, please."
But the major was not thus to be baulked of his friendly intentions. Before he left the house he wrote a letter, which in due time lay in the widow's hands and brought tears to her eyes. "Dear Mrs Cruden, I am on my way back to Malta, and sorry not to see you.
"Come along," said Blandford, "let's go to the smoking-room. I suppose you fellows will have coffee there. Coffee for four, waiter. Are you ready?" But Reginald did not move, nor did the waiter. "What's the row?" said Blandford to the latter. The waiter pointed to Reginald's bill. "Oh, he's waiting for your bill, Cruden. Look sharp, old man!"
Gedge made no answer, but walked on, with his arm still in that of his protector. Reginald saw him into an omnibus, and then returned sadly and thoughtfully homeward. "Humph!" said he to himself, as he reached Dull Street, "I suppose I shall have to stick on at the Rocket after all." Reginald Cruden was a young man who took life hard and seriously. He was not brilliant indeed, he was not clever.
Now that is not the treatment the Bible gives to this so essential Christian grace, as any one may see at a glance who takes the trouble to turn up his Cruden. Hope has a great place alongside of faith and love in the Holy Scriptures, and it has a correspondingly large and eloquent place in Bunyan.
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