Chapter 12 94or those still later and happier ones when all smiled on him, and Plumfield seemed to have gained a new andcurious charm.There was one poor fellow in Dan's shop whose fate was harder than his, for his sentence expired in thespring, but there was little hope of his living till that time; and the coldest-hearted man pitied poor Mason ashe sat coughing his life away in that close place and counting the weary days yet to pass before he could seehis wife and little child again. There was some hope that he might be pardoned out, but he had no friends tobestir themselves in the matter, and it was evident that the great Judge's pardon would soon end his patientpain for ever.Dan pitied him more than he dared to show, and this one tender emotion in that dark time was like the littleflower that sprung up between the stones of the prison yard and saved the captive from despair, in thebeautiful old story. Dan helped Mason with his work when he was too feeble to finish his task, and thegrateful look that thanked him was a ray of sunshine to cheer his cell when he was alone. Mason envied thesplendid health of his neighbour, and mourned to see it wasting there. He was a peaceful soul and tried, as faras a whispered word or warning glance could do it, to deter Dan from joining the 'bad lot', as the rebels werecalled. But having turned his face from the light, Dan found the downward way easy, and took a grimsatisfaction in the prospect of a general out<strong>br</strong>eak during which he might revenge himself upon the tyrannicalwarden, and strike a blow for his own liberty, feeling that an hour of insurrection would be a welcome vent forthe pent-up passions that tormented him. He had tamed many a wild animal, but his own lawless spirit was toomuch for him, till he found the curb that made him master of himself.The Sunday before Thanksgiving, as he sat in chapel, Dan observed several guests in the seats reserved forthem, and looked anxiously to see if any familiar face was there; for he had a mortal fear that someone fromhome would suddenly confront him. No, all were strangers, and he soon forgot them in listening to thechaplain's cheerful words, and the sad singing of many heavy hearts. People often spoke to the convicts, so itcaused no surprise when, on being invited to address them, one of the ladies rose and said she would tell thema little story; which announcement caused the younger listeners to pack up their ears, and even the older onesto look interested; for any change in their monotonous life was welcome.The speaker was a middle-aged woman in black, with a sympathetic face, eyes full of compassion, and a voicethat seemed to warm the heart, because of certain motherly tones in it. She reminded Dan of Mrs Jo, and helistened intently to every word, feeling that each was meant for him, because by chance, they came at themoment when he needed a softening memory to <strong>br</strong>eak up the ice of despair which was blighting all the goodimpulses of his nature.It was a very simple little story, but it caught the men's attention at once, being about two soldiers in a hospitalduring the late war, both badly wounded in the right arm, and both anxious to save these <strong>br</strong>eadwinners and gohome unmaimed. One was patient, docile, and cheerfully obeyed orders, even when told that the arm must go.He submitted and after much suffering recovered, grateful for life, though he could fight no more. The otherrebelled, would listen to no advice, and having delayed too long, died a lingering death, bitterly regretting hisfolly when it was too late. 'Now, as all stories should have a little moral, let me tell you mine,' added the lady,with a smile, as she looked at the row of young men before her, sadly wondering what <strong>br</strong>ought them there.'This is a hospital for soldiers wounded in life's battle; here are sick souls, weak wills, insane passions, blindconsciences, all the ills that come from <strong>br</strong>oken laws, <strong>br</strong>inging their inevitable pain and punishment with them,There is hope and help for every one, for God's mercy is infinite and man's charity is great; but penitence andsubmission must come before the cure is possible. Pay the forfeit manfully, for it is just; but from thesuffering and shame wring new strength for a nobler life. The scar will remain, but it is better for a man tolose both arms than his soul; and these hard years, instead of being lost, may be made the most precious ofyour lives, if they teach you to rule yourselves. O friends, try to outlive the bitter past, to wash the sin away,and begin anew. If not for your own sakes, for that of the dear mothers, wives, and children, who wait and
Chapter 12 95hope so patiently for you. Remember them, and do not let them love and long in vain. And if there be any hereso forlorn that they have no friend to care for them, never forget the Father whose arms are always open toreceive, forgive, and comfort His prodigal sons, even at the eleventh hour.' There the little sermon ended; butthe preacher of it felt that her few hearty words had not been uttered in vain, for one boy's head was down,and several faces wore the softened look which told that a tender memory was touched. Dan was forced to sethis lips to keep them steady, and drop his eyes to hide the sudden dew that dimmed them when waiting,hoping friends were spoken of. He was glad to be alone in his cell again, and sat thinking deeply, instead oftrying to forget himself in sleep. It seemed as if those words were just what he needed to show him where hestood and how fateful the next few days might be to him. Should he join the 'bad lot', and perhaps add anothercrime to the one already committed, lengthen the sentence already so terrible to bear, deliberately turn hisback on all that was good, and mar the future that might yet be redeemed? Or should he, like the wiser man inthe story, submit, bear the just punishment, try to be better for it; and though the scar would remain, it mightserve as a reminder of a battle not wholly lost, since he had saved his soul though innocence was gone? Thenhe would dare go home, perhaps, confess, and find fresh strength in the pity and consolation of those whonever gave him up.Good and evil fought for Dan that night as did the angel and the devil for Sintram, and it was hard to tellwhether lawless nature or loving heart would conquer. Remorse and resentment, shame and sorrow, pride andpassion, made a battle-field of that narrow cell, and the poor fellow felt as if he had fiercer enemies to fightnow than any he had met in all his wanderings. A little thing turned the scale, as it so often does in thesemysterious hearts of ours, and a touch of sympathy helped Dan decide the course which would bless or banhis life.In the dark hour before the dawn, as he lay wakeful on his bed, a ray of light shone through the bars, the boltsturned softly, and a man came in. It was the good chaplain, led by the same instinct that <strong>br</strong>ings a mother to hersick child's pillow; for long experience as nurse of souls had taught him to see the signs of hope in the hardfaces about him, and to know when the moment came for a helpful word and the cordial of sincere prayer that<strong>br</strong>ings such comfort and healing to tried and troubled hearts. He had been to Dan before at unexpected hours,but always found him sullen, indifferent, or rebellious, and had gone away to patiently bide his time. Now ithad come; a look of relief was in the prisoner's face as the light shone on it, and the sound of a human voicewas strangely comfortable after listening to the whispers of the passions, doubts, and fears which had hauntedthe cell for hours, dismaying Dan by their power, and showing him how much he needed help to fight thegood fight, since he had no armour of his own.'Kent, poor Mason has gone. He left a message for you, and I felt impelled to come and give it now, because Ithink you were touched by what we heard today, and in need of the help Mason tried to give you,' said thechaplain, taking the one seat and fixing his kind eyes on the grim figure in the bed.'Thank you, sir, I'd like to hear it,' was all Dan's answer; but he forgot himself in pity for the poor fellow deadin prison, with no last look at wife or child.He went suddenly, but remembered you, and begged me to say these words: "Tell him not to do it, but to holdon, do his best, and when his time is out go right to Mary, and she'll make him welcome for my sake. He's gotno friends in these parts and will feel lonesome, but a woman's always safe and comfortable when a fellow'sdown on his luck. Give him my love and good-bye for he was kind to me, and God will bless him for it." Thenhe died quietly, and tomorrow will go home with God's pardon, since man's came too late.'Dan said nothing, but laid his arm across his face and lay quite still. Seeing that the pathetic little message haddone its work even better than he hoped, the chaplain went on, unconscious how soothing his paternal voicewas to the poor prisoner who longed to 'go home', but felt he had forfeited the right.'I hope you won't disappoint this humble friend whose last thought was for you. I know that there is trouble
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