here it was all right when he rose in the morning. He was to
start by an early train, so, hastily dressing himself, and having
breakfasted, he came to say farewell to his master.
"Oh, Mayster Frank," he said, grasping the other's outstretched hand,
"I'm heavy at the heart at leaving you. I cannot tell why, but there's
a weight like lead upon me. Oh, dear Mayster Frank, for my sake, for
your own sake, for the sake of all them as loves you, will you promise
me to keep off the drink, leastways till I come back? Will you pray the
Lord to help you, Mayster Frank? He _will_ help you, if you'll pray
honestly."
What was it that affected his unhappy master so powerfully? Frank's
whole frame shook with emotion. He stared at Jacob with a gaze of
mingled remorse and agony such as touched the other to the quick.
"Jacob," gasped his master, at last, "I cannot let you go thus--you
don't know--I've--I've--" He paused for a moment, and tears and sobs
burst from him. Then he sat down, and bowed his head on his knees,
clasping his hands tightly together. Then an unnatural calmness
followed; he muttered something to himself, and then said, in a tone of
affected indifference and gaiety,--
"There, it don't matter; the best of friends must part. You'll be back
before so very long, and I'll try and be a good boy meanwhile.
"Just call up the landlady, Jacob, and we can see her take charge of
your nuggets."
Jacob did as his master bade him.
"There, Mrs Jones," he said, taking the bag hastily from Jacob's hands;
"this bag of nuggets belongs to my man. You see it contains gold," he
added, opening the mouth of the bag, and taking out a small nugget;
"there," tying it up with the string which he had removed from it,
"he'll know where to look for them when he comes back. We've the
fullest confidence, Mrs Jones, that they will be safe in your keeping."
"Indeed, sir," said the landlady, curtseying, "I'd rather _you_ should
keep them."
"No, no, Mrs Jones; Jacob knows very well that you're to be trusted,
but that I'm not."
"Oh, sir!" exclaimed Mrs Jones; but she was at a loss what farther to
say, for she felt that poor Frank spoke only the sober truth. At last
she said,--
"Well, sir, I'll take charge of them, as you both seem to wish it, and
I'll take care that no one sees where I put them."
And so Jacob and his master parted.
Ten days passed by, and then Jacob, downcast and weary, made his way to
the lodgings.
|