LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY 147
" Mr. Wilson, one word more."
The old gentleman entered again, and George, as before, locked the door, and then stood for a few moments looking on the floor, irresolutely. At last, raising his head with a sudden effort, —
" Mr. Wilson, you have shown yourself a Christian in your treatment of me, — I want to ask one last deed of Christian kindness of you."
" Well, George."
" Well, sir, — what you said was true. I am running a dreadful risk. There is n't, on earth, a living soul to care if I die," he added, drawing his breath hard, and speaking with a great effort, — " I shall be kicked out and buried like a dog, and nobody '11 think of it a day after, — only my poor wife / Poor soul! she '11 mourn and grieve; and if you 'd only contrive, Mr. Wilson, to send this little pin to her. She gave it to me for a Christmas present, poor child ! Give it to her, and tell her I loved her to the last. Will you? Will you ?" he added, earnestly.
" Yes, certainly, — poor fellow ! " said the old gentleman, taking the pin, with watery eyes, and a melancholy quiver in his voice.
s< Tell her one thing," said George ; " it's my last wish, if she can get to Canada, to go there. No matter how kind her mistress is, — no matter how much she loves her home, beg her not to go back, — for slavery always ends in misery. Tell her to bring up our boy a free man, and then he won't suffer as I have. Tell her this, Mr. Wilson, will you ? "
" Yes, George, I '11 tell her ; but I trust you won't die ; take heart, — you 're a brave fellow. Trust in the Lord, George. I wish in my heart you were safe through, though, that's what I do."
" Is there a God to trust in ? " said George, in such a tone of bitter despair as arrested the old gentleman's words. " Oh, I 've seen things all my life that have made me feel that there can't be a God. You Christians don't