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I feel sure I can't tell you why, but I do feel sure that the Lord'll bring back your Sammul again. He'll turn up some day, take my word for it. "God bless you," said Johnson, squeezing Ned's hand hard; "you're a gradely comforter." And so they parted. It was not long, however, before Thomas's patience was tried to the uttermost.
"Jim, have you seen anything of our Sammul?" "No, I know nothing about him; but what's amiss, Alice? you're not afraid that he's slipped off to the `George'?"
Why, just the right thing were being ordered for us. Do ye remember old Job Paynter, the bill-sticker?" "Ay, for sure I do," replied Samuel. "He were a good Christian man, and a thorough total abstainer." "You're right there, Sammul," said his father; "now old Job's uncle to our John here. I'd seen a good deal of old Job of late.
I went out, same night as you went off, to seek you, and coming home from Aunt Jenny's I seed a summat shining on the road near the old pit-shaft, for moon were up then; it were this knife o' yourn. I picked it up, and oh, Sammul, there were blood on it, and I saw the bank were trampled, and oh, I didn't know what to make on it. I feart ye'd been and kilt yourself.
And what of his poor wife and daughter? Johnson had not left his home many minutes when Betty came in. "Where's Sammul?" she asked, not noticing her mother's agitation; "and where's fayther? We're like to have weary work in our house just now, I reckon." "Betty!" was all that her mother could say, but in such a voice that her daughter started round and cried,
"Sammul, my lad," he said, "God has been very good to me, for I can say, `This my son was lost, and is found. He's given me a cup brimful of mercies; but the biggest of all is, he's sent us our Sammul back again. But I will not spin out my tale with needless talk, as you'll be impatient to know all about our flitting. You'll remember Ned Brierley?" "Ay, well enough," said his son.
Oh, what shall we do if he doesn't bring our Sammul back? But where are you going, child?" for Betty had thrown her shawl over her head, and was moving towards the door. "It's no use your going too; tarry by the hearth-stone till your fayther comes back, and then, if he hasn't heard anything of Sammul, we'll see what must be done." "I cannot tarry here, mother; I cannot," was Betty's reply.
I'm no fonder nor you of the teetottallers, but childer will not be driven. Come, Sammul come, Betty, you mustn't be obstinate; you know fayther means what he says." "Ay that I do," said her husband.
"I've prayed, and prayed for it, till I thought it were past praying for; but come in and sit ye down, and let me look at you." Samuel was soon seated, with the whole household gathered round him. "It is his own self, for sure," said Betty. "O Sammul, I never thought to see you no more." "I should scarce have knowed you, had I met you on the road," said his father, "you're so much altered."
I didn't think this morn as I should have to tell you to say `Uncle Sammul. He's called arter yourself. If you hadn't been off, he'd a been John or Thomas, maybe. But our John knowed how I longed to have him called Sammul, so we've called the babe John Thomas, arter the fayther and grandfayther. And now you'll want your tea, and then we must all have a gradely talk when childers in bed."
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