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“I suppose so, Tom, and you’ll be going off and leaving me, in a month or so,” he added, rather discontentedly. “Though why you shouldn’t, no mortal knows,” he said, in a gayer tone; and, getting up, he began to walk the floor. “Not while Mas’r is in trouble,” said Tom. “I’ll stay with Mas’r as long as he wants me,- so long as I can be any use.” “Not while I’m in trouble, Tom?” said St. Clare, looking sadly out of the win- dow.... “And when will my trouble be over?” “When Mas’r St. Clare’s a Christian,” said Tom. “And you really mean to stay by till that day comes?” said St. Clare, half smil- ing, as he turned from the window, and laid his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Ah, Tom, you soft, silly boy! I won’t keep you till that day. Go home to your wife and children, and give my love to all.” “I’s faith to believe that day will come,” said Tom, earnestly, and with tears in his eyes; “the Lord has a work for Mas’r.” “A work, hey?” said St. Clare; “well, now, Tom, give me your views on what sort of work it is,- let’s hear.” “Why even a poor fellow like me has a work from the Lord; and Mas’r St. Clare, that has larnin’, and riches, and friends,- how much he might do for the Lord!” “Tom, you seem to think the Lord needs a great deal done for him,” said St. Clare, smiling. |
