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<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2> <h3>NEW IDEAS.</h3> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/cqutoe.png" width-obs="30" height-obs="55" alt=""C" title=""C" /></div> <div class='unindent'> <big>OME,"</big> said Pliny Hastings, halting before the hotel, and addressing his companion, "father said if it snowed hard when school was out to come in here to dinner."</div> "Well, go ahead, then," answered his friend, gaily. "Father didn't tell me so, and I suppose I must go home." "Oh bother—come on and get some dinner with me; then when the pelting storm is over we'll go up together." So the two came into the great dining-room, and Tode came briskly forward to help them. Tode had been in his new sphere for more than three weeks, and already began to pride himself on being the briskest "fellow in the lot." Pliny Hastings ordered dinner for two with an ease and promptness that proved him to be quite accustomed to the proceeding; and Tode dodged hither and thither, and finally hovered near, and looked on with admiring eyes as the[58] two ate and drank, and talked and laughed. Thus far in his life Tode had been, without being aware of it, a believer in "blood descent," distinct spheres in life, and all that sort of nonsense. He was a boy to be sure, but it had never so much as occurred to him that he could be even remotely connected with such specimens of boyhood as were before him now. Not that they were any better than he. Oh no, Tode never harbored such a thought for a moment; but then they were different, that he saw, and like many another unthinking mortal, he never gave a thought to the difference that home, and culture, and Christianity must necessarily make. But what nonsense am I talking! Tode didn't know there were any such words, but then there are people who do, and who reason no better than did he. While he looked and enjoyed, Pliny was seized with a new want, and leaned back in his chair with the query: "Where's Tompkins? Oh, Mr. Tompkins, here you are. Can you make Ben and me something warm and nice this cold day?" Mr. Tompkins paused in his rush through the room. "In a very few minutes, Master Hastings, I will be at your service. Let me see—could you wait five minutes?"[59] Pliny nodded. "Very well then. Tode, you may come below in five minutes, and I shall be ready." Tode went and came with alacrity, and stood waiting and enjoying while the two drained their glasses. There was a little wet sugar left in the bottom of Pliny's glass, and he, catching a glance from Tode's watchful eye, suddenly held it forth, and spoke in kindly tone: "Want that, Todie?" Tode, a little taken aback, shook his head in silence. "You don't like leavings, eh? Get enough of the real article, I presume. How do they make this? I dare say you know, now you are at headquarters?" Tode shook his head again. "Belongs to the trade," he answered, with an air of wisdom. "Oh it does. Well how much of it do you drink in a day?" "Not a drop." "Bah!" Tode didn't resent this incredulous tone. He was used to being doubted; moreover he knew better than did any one else that there was no special reason for trusting him, so now he only laughed.[60] "Come, tell us, just for curiosity's sake, I'd like to know how much your queer brain will bear. I won't tell of you." "You won't believe me," answered Tode coolly, "so what's the use of telling you." "I will, too, if you'll tell me just exactly. This time I'll believe every word." "Well then, not a drop." "Why not?" queried Pliny, still incredulous. "Don't you like it?" "Can't say. Never tasted it." "Weren't you ever where there was any liquor before?" "Slightly!" chuckled Tode over the remembrance of his cellar life, and knowing by a sort of instinct that these two had never been inside of such a place in their lives. Pliny continued his examination: "Don't you like the smell of it?" "First-rate." "Then why don't you take it?" "Ain't a going to." "But why?" And then for the first time his companion spoke: "Are you a total abstainer?" "What's them?" Both boys stopped to laugh ere they made answer.[61] "Why people who think it wicked to 'touch, taste or handle,' you know. Say, Pliny, did you know there's quite an excitement on the subject up our way? Old Mousey is round trying to get all the folks to promise not to sell Joe any more brandy." "Stuff and nonsense!" oracularly pronounced Pliny, quoting the unanswerable argument of his elders. "Fact. And folks say Joe has been drunk more times in a week since than he ever was before." "Of course, that's the way it always works, trying to make folks do what they won't do. Joe ought to be hung, though. What does a fellow want to be a fool for and go and get drunk? But say, Todie, why don't you drink a drop?" "I ain't <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'agoing'">a going</ins> to," was Tode's only answer. The two friends looked at each other curiously. "You're green," said Pliny, at last. "Yes," said Tode, promptly, "maybe; so's the moon." Whereat the two laughed and strolled away. "Isn't he a queer chap?" they said to each other as they went out into the snow. Meantime Tode looked after them for a moment before he began briskly to gather up the remains of the feast. Tode had some new ideas.[62] He had formerly lived a stratum below the temperance movement; it had scarce troubled his father's cellar; so he had to-day discovered that there were others besides his mother who prayed their sons not to drink a drop of rum. Also that a young man who went and got drunk was considered a fool by elegant young men, such as he had just been serving. Also, and sharpest, these two evidently thought him "green." If they had said a thief or scamp Tode would have laughed, but "green!" that touched. "I'll show them a thing or to, maybe," he said, defiantly, as he seized a pile of plates and vanished. Now our three babies, nurtured severally in the lace-canopied crib, in the plump-cushioned rocking-chair, in the reeking cellar corner, had come together from their several "spheres" and held their first conversation. Other hungry people came for their dinner and Tode served them, and was very attentive to their wants and their words. A busy life the boy led during these days—a brisk, bustling life, which kept him in a state of perpetual delight. There was something in his nature which answered to all this rush and systematic confusion of business, and rejoiced in it. He liked the air of method and system which even the simplest thing wore; he liked the stated hours for certain duties; the[63] set programme of employment laid out for each; the set places for every thing that was to be handled; the very bells, as with their different tongues they called him hither and thither to different duties, were all so much music to him. He did not know why he chuckled so much over his work; why, at the sound of one of his bells, he gave that quick spring which was so rapidly earning him a reputation for remarkable promptness; but in truth there was that in the boy which met and responded to all these things. Every bit of the clock-work machinery filled him with a kind of glee. There was another reason why Tode enjoyed his hotel life. He had discovered himself to be an epicure, and an amazing quantity of the good things of this life fell to his share—no, hardly that—but disappeared mysteriously from shelf and jar and box, and only grave, innocent-looking Tode could have told whither they went. Mince-pies, and cranberry-pies, and lemon-pies, and the whole long catalogue of pies, were equal favorites of his, and huge pieces of them had a way of not being found. Poor Tode, his training-school had been a sad one; the very first principle of honesty was left out of his street education, and the only rule he recognized was one which would assist him in not being discovered. So he eluded sharp eyes and hoodwinked sharp[64] people; he commended himself for being a cute, and, withal, a lucky fellow. On the whole, although Tode was certainly clad in decent garments, and slept in a comfortable bed, and was to all outward appearances earning a respectable living, I can not say that I think he was really improving. There were ways and means of leading astray in that hotel, to which even his street life had not given him access; and if anybody's brain ever appeared ripe for mischief of any sort, it was certainly Tode Mall's. Any earthly friend, if he had possessed one, would have watched his course just now with trembling terror, and made predictions of his certain downfall. But Tode had no friend in all that great city; not one who ever gave him a second thought. Christian men came there often, and were faithfully served by the boy whose soul was very precious in their Master's eyes, but his servants never thought to speak a word to the soul for the Master. Why should they?—it was a hotel, and they had come in to get their dinner; that duty accomplished and they would go forth to attend the missionary meeting, or the Bible meeting, or the tract meeting, or some other good meeting; but those and the hotel dinner were distinct and separate matters, and the little Bibleless heathen, who served them to oysters and coffee, went on his way, and they[65] went theirs. But God looked down upon them all. As the days passed, the three boys, whose lives had been cast in such different molds, met often. Pliny Hastings liked exceedingly to come to the hotel for his dinner, and, loitering around wherever best suited his fancy, await his father's carriage. This was very much pleasanter than the long walk alone; and he liked to bring Ben Phillips with him—first, because he was in some respects a generous-hearted boy, and liked to bestow upon Ben the handsome dinners which he knew how to order; and secondly, because he was a pompous boy, and liked to show off his grandeur to his simple friend. Was there another reason never owned even to each other, why these two boys loved to come to that place rather than to their pleasant homes? Did it lie in the bottom of those bright glasses filled with "something nice and warm," which Pliny never forgot to order? Sometimes little Mrs. Phillips worried, and good-natured Mr. Phillips laughed and "poohed" at her fancies. Sometimes Mr. Hastings sharply forbade his son's visits to his favorite hotel, and the next windy day sent him thither to dine. Sometimes his fond mother thought his face singularly flushed, and wondered why he suffered so much from headache; but only Tode who had come up in the atmosphere, and knew all about it, cool, indifferent[66] Tode, looked with wise eyes upon the two boys, and remarked philosophically to himself: "Them two fellows will get drunk some day, fore they know what they're up to." <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/deco2.png" width-obs="75" height-obs="32" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /></div> [67] <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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