American library books Β» Fiction Β» Paul Prescott's Charge by Jr. Horatio Alger (best fiction novels to read TXT) πŸ“•

Read book online Β«Paul Prescott's Charge by Jr. Horatio Alger (best fiction novels to read TXT) πŸ“•Β».   Author   -   Jr. Horatio Alger



1 ... 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 ... 57
Go to page:
they deserved, with silent disdain. Assured of the sympathy of those around him, he did not allow his appetite to be spoiled by any remark which Mrs. Mudge might offer.

This, of course, only provoked her the more, and she strove to have his daily tasks increased, in the amiable hope that his β€œproud spirit” might be tamed thereby.

Mr. Mudge, who was somewhat under petticoat government, readily acceded to his wife's wishes, and henceforth Paul's strength was taxed to its utmost limit. He was required to be up with the first gray tint of dawn and attend to the cattle. From this time until night, except the brief time devoted to his meals, he was incessantly occupied. Aunt Lucy's society, his chief comfort, was thus taken from him; since, in order to rise early, he was obliged to go to bed as soon as possible after day's work was finished.

The effects of such incessant labor without a sufficient supply of nourishing food, may easily be imagined. The dry bread and meagre soup which constituted the chief articles of diet in Mrs. Mudge's economical household, had but one recommendation,β€”they were effectual preventives of gluttony. It was reported that on one occasion a beggar, apparently famishing with hunger, not knowing the character of the house, made application at the door for food. In an unusual fit of generosity, Mrs. Mudge furnished him with a slice of bread and a bowl of soup, which, however, proved so far from tempting that the beggar, hungry as he was, left them almost untouched.

One day, as Paul was working in the field at a little distance from Mr. Mudge, he became conscious of a peculiar feeling of giddiness which compelled him to cling to the hoe for support,β€”otherwise he must have fallen.

β€œNo laziness there,” exclaimed Mr. Mudge, observing Paul's cessation from labor, β€œWe can't support you in idleness.”

But the boy paid no regard to this admonition, and Mr. Mudge, somewhat surprised, advanced toward him to enforce the command.

Even he was startled at the unusual paleness of Paul's face, and inquired in a less peremptory tone, β€œwhat's the matter?”

β€œI feel sick,” gasped Paul.

Without another word, Mr. Mudge took Paul up in his arms and carried him into the house.

β€œWhat's the matter, now?” asked his wife, meeting him at the door.

β€œThe boy feels a little sick, but I guess he'll get over it by-and by. Haven't you got a little soup that you can give him? I reckon he's faint, and that'll brighten him up.”

Paul evidently did not think so, for he motioned away a bowl of the delightful mixture, though it was proffered him by the fair hands of Mrs. Mudge. The lady was somewhat surprised, and said, roughly, β€œI shouldn't wonder if he was only trying to shirk.”

This was too much even for Mr. Mudge; β€œThe boy's sick,” said he, β€œthat's plain enough; if he don't get better soon, I must send for the doctor, for work drives, and I can't spare him.”

β€œThere's no more danger of his being sick than mine,” said Mrs. Mudge, emphatically; β€œhowever, if you're fool enough to go for a doctor, that's none of my business. I've heard of feigning sickness before now, to get rid of work. As to his being pale, I've been as pale as that myself sometimes without your troubling yourself very much about me.”

β€œ'Twon't be any expense to us,” alleged Mr. Mudge, in a tone of justification, for he felt in some awe of his wife's temper, which was none of the mildest when a little roused, β€œ'Twon't be any expense to us; the town has got to pay for it, and as long as it will get him ready for work sooner, we might as well take advantage of it.”

This consideration somewhat reconciled Mrs. Mudge to the step proposed, and as Paul, instead of getting better, grew rapidly worse, Mr. Mudge thought it expedient to go immediately for the village physician. Luckily Dr. Townsend was at home, and an hour afterwards found him standing beside the sick boy.

β€œI don't know but you'll think it rather foolish, our sending for you, doctor,” said Mrs. Mudge, β€œbut Mudge would have it that the boy was sick and so he went for you.”

β€œAnd he did quite right,” said Dr. Townsend, noticing the ghastly pallor of Paul's face. β€œHe is a very sick boy, and if I had not been called I would not have answered for the consequences. How do you feel, my boy?” he inquired of Paul.

β€œI feel very weak, and my head swims,” was the reply.

β€œHow and when did this attack come on?” asked the doctor, turning to Mr. Mudge.

β€œHe was taken while hoeing in the field,” was the reply.

β€œHave you kept him at work much there lately?”

β€œWell, yes, I've been drove by work, and he has worked there all day latterly.”

β€œAt what time has he gone to work in the morning?”

β€œHe has got up to milk the cows about five o'clock. I used to do it, but since he has learned, I have indulged myself a little.”

β€œIt would have been well for him if he had enjoyed the same privilege. It is my duty to speak plainly. The sickness of this boy lies at your door. He has never been accustomed to hard labor, and yet you have obliged him to rise earlier and work later than most men. No wonder he feels weak. Has he a good appetite?”

β€œWell, rather middlin',” said Mrs. Mudge, β€œbut it's mainly because he's too dainty to eat what's set before him. Why, only the first day he was here he turned up his nose at the bread and soup we had for dinner.”

β€œIs this a specimen of the soup?” asked Dr. Townsend, taking from the table the bowl which had been proffered to Paul and declined by him.

Without ceremony he raised to his lips a spoonful of the soup and tasted it with a wry face.

β€œDo you often have this soup on the table?” he asked abruptly.

β€œWe always have it once a day, and sometimes twice,” returned Mrs. Mudge.

β€œAnd you call the boy dainty because he don't relish such stuff as this?” said the doctor, with an indignation he did not attempt to conceal. β€œWhy, I wouldn't be hired to take the contents of that bowl. It is as bad as any of my own medicines, and that's saying a good deal. How much nourishment do you suppose such a mixture would afford? And yet with little else to sustain him you have worked this boy like a beast of burden,β€”worse even, for they at least have abundance of GOOD food.”

Mr. and Mrs. Mudge both winced under this plain speaking, but they did not dare to give expression to their anger, for they knew well that Dr. Townsend was an influential man in town, and, by representing the affair in the proper quarter, might render their hold upon their present post a very precarious one. Mr. Mudge

1 ... 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 ... 57
Go to page:

Free e-book: Β«Paul Prescott's Charge by Jr. Horatio Alger (best fiction novels to read TXT) πŸ“•Β»   -   read online now on website american library books (americanlibrarybooks.com)

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment