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16 THE TWO VICTORIES.<br />
<strong>the</strong>re he none to take his place ; bnt what <strong>of</strong> that ? He has<br />
it 'ml <strong>the</strong> supremacy <strong>of</strong> his will has been vindicnt<br />
1ms not given way,<br />
his character is unblemished in <strong>the</strong><br />
>f <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld and what is his own ; happiness, <strong>or</strong> that <strong>of</strong><br />
>vu child, in comparison with such a vict<strong>or</strong>y as this ? A<br />
vict<strong>or</strong>y, surely ! Po<strong>or</strong> fool ! Well may old Brown rub<br />
his hands, and chuckle till lie be black in <strong>the</strong> face. Well may<br />
he go about from house to house amongst his friends, to toll<br />
this wonderful tale <strong>of</strong> a fa<strong>the</strong>r who loves his pride better<br />
than his child. Yet it is not such an uncommon tale after all.<br />
It has happened bef<strong>or</strong>e, and probably will happen again and<br />
;<br />
<strong>the</strong>ref<strong>or</strong>e old Brown need not chuckle quite so much over it,<br />
IK >v expose himself to be carried <strong>of</strong>f by an attack <strong>of</strong> apoplexy<br />
resulting from <strong>the</strong> exuberance <strong>of</strong> his feelings. Spite <strong>of</strong> all his<br />
commendations, could <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>thy old man transp<strong>or</strong>t himself in<br />
imagination to Mr. Stanhope's lonely room, and see how that<br />
proud face quivers and grows pale as he listens to <strong>the</strong> suppressed<br />
voices that are bidding a tearful and s<strong>or</strong>rowful farewell to<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir dear young master, and could he see how, as after listening<br />
to <strong>the</strong> very last to a carriage as it drives away, Mr. Stanhope<br />
locks <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> his room, and lays his weary head upon<br />
his desk, and groans and weeps through <strong>the</strong> live-long night<br />
f<strong>or</strong> his lost, lost boy, even he, w<strong>or</strong>thy old Mr. Brown, might,<br />
perhaps, begin to doubt whe<strong>the</strong>r such a vict<strong>or</strong>y was w<strong>or</strong>th<br />
purchasing at such a price.<br />
CHAPTER XIV.<br />
A NEW HOME FATHER EUSTACE FINDS IT TOO MUCH FOB HTM.<br />
AID IS NEABEST WHEN NEED IS GREATEST. FRANK SEYMOUR<br />
AND HIS TALE.<br />
POOR Edwin, half dead with grief and s<strong>or</strong>row f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> present,<br />
and with anxiety f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> future, after leaving <strong>the</strong> house which<br />
was now no longer his home, drove at once to <strong>the</strong> residence <strong>of</strong><br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace, to whom he had despatched a hurried note<br />
containing a brief account <strong>of</strong> what had happened. He had had<br />
no time as yet to think <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> future. He felt that all that had<br />
been was passed away, and that <strong>the</strong>re was a broad chasm between<br />
himself and most <strong>of</strong> those who had been nearest and<br />
dearest to him. He felt that <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld <strong>the</strong> dark, dreary w<strong>or</strong>ld<br />
was all bef<strong>or</strong>e him, and he saw not where he should find a<br />
resting-place f<strong>or</strong> his weary feet. Bashful and retiring as he<br />
was, so little fitted to fight his way in <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld which was now<br />
bef<strong>or</strong>e him, so full <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enthusiasm and romantic feeling<br />
which are necessary ingredients in natures such as his, it is little<br />
wonder if he were anxious and distressed. And yet he felt happier<br />
than he had been f<strong>or</strong> some months past. <strong>The</strong> step had<br />
been taken, and had been taken f<strong>or</strong> eternity ; <strong>the</strong> rest was<br />
merely temp<strong>or</strong>al, and he felt that God would carry him through<br />
it all. His deepest, keenest s<strong>or</strong>row was f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> unf<strong>or</strong>giving<br />
harshness <strong>of</strong> his fa<strong>the</strong>r ; but it was a s<strong>or</strong>row without anger, a<br />
B<strong>or</strong>row which hod f<strong>or</strong> its object not his own wrongs, and <strong>the</strong><br />
harsh treatment he had received, but <strong>the</strong> thought that past love<br />
could be so easily put away that <strong>the</strong> mem<strong>or</strong>y <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> happy<br />
days gone by could be so ruthlessly trampled upon, and himself<br />
cast upon <strong>the</strong> w<strong>or</strong>ld so sternly and so proudly, f<strong>or</strong> daring<br />
in do that which he found himself bound to do under <strong>the</strong> pain<br />
<strong>of</strong> his own damnation. Now that <strong>the</strong>y had parted, his heart<br />
1 m<strong>or</strong>e than it had ever done bef<strong>or</strong>e in <strong>the</strong>ir happiest<br />
days towards <strong>the</strong> proud, stern man ; and if he wept as he<br />
iit <strong>of</strong> him, <strong>the</strong>y were, in truth, tears <strong>of</strong> f<strong>or</strong>giving s<strong>or</strong>row<br />
that in <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> God heaped burning coals on <strong>the</strong> un-<br />
f<strong>or</strong>giving heart that had cast him f<strong>or</strong>th.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sudden stoppage <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> vehicle recalled him to himself<br />
from <strong>the</strong> thoughts in which he had been plunged, and, looking<br />
from <strong>the</strong> window, he saw that <strong>the</strong>y had arrived at <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong><br />
s idence <strong>of</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace. Edwin knocked very timidly ;<br />
f<strong>or</strong>, although he knew much <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> goodness <strong>of</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace,<br />
he felt very shy and awkward in coming to him thus, an outcast<br />
He knew very well, however, how kindly <strong>the</strong><br />
'id .<br />
priest would receive him, but \\-- i- uu-<br />
'. xl f<strong>or</strong> tin; reception which he did receive. He taw <strong>the</strong><br />
do<strong>or</strong> open quickly ;<br />
he saw <strong>the</strong> benevolent pitying face <strong>of</strong> him<br />
who opened it; he saw <strong>the</strong> outstretched arms and <strong>the</strong> en;<br />
look ;<br />
he felt those arms fold him again and again to as war<br />
heart as ever beat in human breast, and he saw and felt no<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e till he found himself in Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace's little room, sitting<br />
in <strong>the</strong> s<strong>of</strong>test place on <strong>the</strong> simple couch, with <strong>the</strong> some<br />
kind arms clasping him closer and closer still, and pillowing i<br />
aching head, as tenderly as his own mo<strong>the</strong>r might have dn<br />
upon his breast. It was too much ; and, as he listened to i<br />
soothing voice that whispered so gently in his ear, "My po<strong>or</strong><br />
boy, my dear, dear child, you are at home here. <strong>The</strong>re, <strong>the</strong><br />
don't cry so my child ; don't give way so much ; you wil 1<br />
happy here ; this is your home till you can find a better Fati<br />
;<br />
Eustace will never "<br />
f<strong>or</strong>sake you and as ;<br />
he felt <strong>the</strong> arms I i<br />
pressed him so tenderly again and again, <strong>the</strong> f<strong>or</strong>ced restraint<br />
gave way, and, after trying several times to kiss one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
hands that clasped his, but trying in vain, it was always m.<br />
perversely drawn away, he laid his head down upon <strong>the</strong> friendly<br />
breast and sobbed without restraint. Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace did not<br />
endeav<strong>or</strong> to check him, f<strong>or</strong> he knew that it would do him good<br />
to relieve his feelings in this manner ; very soon, however, it<br />
became too much f<strong>or</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace too, f<strong>or</strong>, after his countenance<br />
had undergone some very curious cont<strong>or</strong>tions, he several<br />
times blew his nose very loudly and very ostentatiously, as if<br />
he had suddenly discovered that he had taken a very bad cold ;<br />
but, finding this unavailing, he very simply put his h ami I.<br />
chief aside altoge<strong>the</strong>r, and allowed <strong>the</strong> tears to run down his<br />
kind old face without control, as if he were not in <strong>the</strong> least<br />
ashamed <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, and as if <strong>the</strong>y were not a disgrace to his gray<br />
hairs ; only, ever and anon, as po<strong>or</strong> Edwin sobbed m<strong>or</strong>e vio-<br />
lently, he made a mighty eff<strong>or</strong>t to recover himself, and succeeded<br />
so well that several times he was able to articuhitf,<br />
almost audibly and distinctly, " My po<strong>or</strong> boy, my brave child,'<br />
you don't know how dearly po<strong>or</strong> old Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace loves j-t<br />
<strong>The</strong>re, <strong>the</strong>re, <strong>the</strong>re ; don't cry, that's a dear child." But. un-<br />
f<strong>or</strong>tunately f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> value <strong>of</strong> his advice, wheuever he got thus far<br />
he infallibly began to cry himself harder than ever, and so at<br />
last he gave it up as a bad business, and did not attempt to<br />
speak at all, but contented himself with soothing <strong>the</strong> weeping<br />
boy as best he might without <strong>the</strong> use <strong>of</strong> his tongue, which, BI<br />
usual with that unruly member, had become altoge<strong>the</strong>r rebel-<br />
lious, with this difference, however, that where it generally<br />
will not be restrained from speaking too much, in this case it<br />
absolutely refused to speak at all.<br />
We have <strong>of</strong>ten heard, and we believe it to be true, that <strong>the</strong>re<br />
are angels always waiting to carry to <strong>the</strong> face <strong>of</strong> God such tears<br />
as those shed by Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace and po<strong>or</strong> Edwin on this oc,<br />
sion ; but we must wait until we shall have entered " <strong>the</strong> better<br />
land " bef<strong>or</strong>e we can know how dear, how precious, and how<br />
holy <strong>the</strong>y are in His sight, and how carefully <strong>the</strong> remembrance<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m is treasured up in <strong>the</strong> Divine mind.<br />
Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace would not allow Edwin to speak all that day<br />
<strong>of</strong> what hod happened, but next m<strong>or</strong>ning, when <strong>the</strong>y were both<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e composed, <strong>the</strong>y had a long chat about Edwin's future<br />
prospects. Edwin told his friend that ever since he had thought<br />
about becoming a Catholic he had felt a very strong desire to<br />
devote himself to <strong>the</strong> service <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> altar, but that he saw no<br />
immediate prospect <strong>of</strong> carrying his desire into effect but ; that<br />
whatever he might do at present, he would not willingly lose<br />
sight <strong>of</strong> this object. <strong>The</strong> answer <strong>of</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace filled him<br />
with gratitude and joy.<br />
"My child," began Fa<strong>the</strong>r Eustace, "you have :<br />
throughout this affair with noble courage and resolution.<br />
having thrown yourself so devotedly into <strong>the</strong> arms <strong>of</strong> Divine<br />
Providence, He, who does not allow a sparrow to fall to t<br />
ground without His permission, has not been behindhand with<br />
you. Yes, my child, you may say with <strong>the</strong> holy Ps:<<br />
'<br />
My fa<strong>the</strong>r and my mo<strong>the</strong>r have cast me <strong>of</strong>f, but <strong>the</strong> L<strong>or</strong>d hath<br />
I confess I have sometimes trembled f<strong>or</strong> your<br />
taken me up. '<br />
resolution, when I considered <strong>the</strong> fearful odds opposed t