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                            TEDDY'S BUTTON

                           By AMY LE FEUVRE

            Author of 'Probable Sons,' 'Eric's Good News,' etc.

                                 1896




CHAPTER I

An Antagonist


He stood in the centre of a little crowd of village boys; his golden head
was bare in the blazing sun, but the crop of curls seemed thick enough to
protect him from its rays, and he was far too engrossed in his occupation
to heed any discomfort from the heat.

A slim delicate little lad, with a finely cut face, and blue eyes that by
turns would sparkle with animation, and then settle into a dreamy
wistfulness, with a deep far-away look in them. They were dancing and
flashing with excitement now, and his whole frame was quivering with
enthusiasm; with head thrown back, and tongue, hand, and foot all in
motion, he seemed to have his audience completely spell-bound, and they
listened with open eyes and mouths to his oration.

With one hand he was fingering a large brass button, which figured
conspicuously in the centre of his small waistcoat, and this button was
the subject of his theme.

'My father he rushed forward--"Come on, men; we'll save the old colours!"
And they shouted "Hurrah!" as they made after him. There were guns going,
and shells flying, and swords flashing and hacking away, and the enemy
poured on with fiery red faces and gnashing teeth! My father drew his
sword--and no one could stand against him, no one! He cut and he slashed,
and heads and arms and legs rolled off as quick as lightning, one after
the other. He got up to the colours, and with a shout he plunged his
sword right through the enemy's body that had stolen them! The enemy fell
stone dead. My father seized the colours and looked round. He was alone!
The other soldiers had been beaten back. But was he in a funk? No; he
gave a loud "Hurrah!" picked up his sword, and fought his way back, the
enemy hard after him. It was a race for life, and he ran backwards the
whole way; he wasn't going to turn his back to the enemy. He pressed on,
shouting "Hurrah!" till he got to his own side again, and then he reached
his colonel.

'"Captain dead, sir I've got the colours!" He saluted as he said it, and
then dropped dead himself at the colonel's feet, the blood gushing out
of his heart, and over his clothes, and over this button!'

The little orator paused as he sank his voice to a tragic whisper,
then raising it again, he added triumphantly, 'And thirty bullets and
six swords had gone through my father's body! That was something like
a soldier!'

'Oh, I say!' murmured a small sceptic from the crowd, 'it was twenty
bullets last time; make it fifty, Teddy!'

'And that's the story of my button,' pursued the boy, ignoring with scorn
this last remark.

'And did your father have only one button to his coat?'

The voice was a strange one, and the boys turned round to meet the
curious gaze of a sturdy little damsel, who had, unnoticed, joined the
group. She was not dressed as an ordinary village child, but in a little
rough serge sailor suit, with a large hat to match, set well back on a
quantity of loose dark hair. A rosy-cheeked square-set little figure she
was, and her brown eyes, fringed with long black lashes, looked straight
at Teddy with something of defiance and scorn in their glance.

Though at first a little taken aback, Teddy rose to the occasion.

'One button!' he said with emphasis; 'the coat was sent to mother with
only one button left on; and if you--' here he turned upon his questioner
with a little fierceness--'if you had been through such a bloody battle,
and killed so many men, you would have burst and lost _all_ your buttons,
and not had one left, like father!'

There was a round of applause at this, but the small maiden remained
undaunted.

'Is that a true story you told?' she demanded, with severity in her tone.

'Of course it's true,' was the indignant shout of all.

'Then I tell you, boy, I don't believe a word of it!' And with set
determined lips she turned on her heel and walked away, having sown seeds
of anger and resentment in more than one boyish breast.

'Who is she?' asked Teddy as, tired and exhausted by his recital, he
threw himself on the grass to rest. One of the bigger boys answered him.

'I seed her come yesterday in a cab from the town to old Sol at the
turnpike--she and her mother, I reckon. They had two carpet bags and a
box and a poll parrot in a cage. I counted them myself, for I was havin'
a ride behind, and the woman she called Sol "Father," so the little 'un
must be his grandarter!'

'P'raps they've come from 'Mericky,' suggested a small urchin,
capering round on his hands and feet. 'Polls allays comes over the
sea, you know.'

[Illustration: TEDDY TELLS THE STORY OF HIS FATHER'S HEROIC DEATH.]

'She didn't believe me,' murmured Teddy, chewing a wisp of grass
meditatively.

'Gals is no good, never! If she'd been a boy you would 'a fought her, but
I shouldn't care for naught like her, Ted.'

Teddy turned his face upwards to the speaker. 'No, I couldn't have fought
her, Sam, if she'd been a boy. I've promised my mother I won't fight
again till she gives me leave. You see, I fought four boys in one week
last time, and she says she won't have it. I don't see if it is right for
soldiers to fight, why it isn't right for boys!'

'I don't think there's any fellers left for you to fight with, so you're
pretty safe. Besides, it was only Tom Larken, who set them on to try and
get your button from you, and he's gone off to another part of the
country now.'

'I think, p'raps,' went on Teddy slowly, as he turned over on his back
and looked up at the clear blue sky above him, 'that I wasn't quite
true about the bullets. I think it was six bullets and three sword
cuts. I forget when I tell it how many it was; but she said she didn't
believe a word!'

Five o'clock struck by the old church clock close by. Teddy was upon
his feet in an instant, and with a wild whoop and shout he was
scudding across the green, his curls flying in the wind, and his
little feet hardly seeming to touch the ground. There was none in
the village so quick-footed as Teddy, and for daring feats and
downright pluck he held the foremost place. Perhaps this accounted for
his popularity, perhaps it was his marvellous aptitude for telling
stories, many of them wild productions from his fertile brain, but
certain it was that he was the pet and the darling of the village, and
none as yet had resisted his sway.

Over the green, up a shady lane, across two fields, and then, breathless
and panting, Teddy paused before an old-fashioned farmhouse. He passed
his hands lightly through his curls, pulled himself up with a jerk, and
then quietly and sedately opened a latched door and entered the long
low-roofed kitchen.

There was something very restful in the scene. A square substantial table
covered with a white cloth, in the centre a large bowl of roses and
honeysuckle: home-made bread and golden butter, a glass dish of honey in
its comb, a plate of fresh watercress, and a currant loaf completed the
simple fare. Presiding at the tea-tray was a stern, forbidding-looking
woman of sixty or more, opposite her was seated her son, the master of
the farm, a heavy-faced, sleepy-looking man; and at his side, facing the
door, sat Teddy's mother. A sweet gentle-faced young woman she was, with
the same deep blue eyes as her little son; she bore no resemblance to
the elder woman, and looked, as she indeed was, superior to her
surroundings. Two years ago she had come with her child to make her home
amongst her husband's people, and though at first her mother-in-law, Mrs.
Platt, was inclined to look upon her contemptuously as a poor, delicate,
useless creature, time proved to her that for steady, quiet work no one
could eclipse her daughter-in-law. Young Mrs. John, as she was called,
was now her right hand, and the dairy work of the farm was made over
entirely to her.

'Late again, you young scamp!' was the stern greeting of his grandmother,
as Teddy appeared on the scene.

The boy looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, put his little hand to
his forehead, and gave her a military salute.

'Sorry,' was all he said as he slipped into the chair that was
waiting for him.

'What have you been doing, sonny?' asked the young mother, whose eyes had
brightened at the sight of him.

'Telling father's story,' replied Teddy with alacrity.

A shadow came over his mother's face, her lips took a distressed curve,
but she said nothing, only occupied herself with attending to the child's
wants. 'Your father was never late for his meals,' the grandmother put
in with asperity.

'Never, granny? Not when he was a boy? I shall be always in time when I'm
a soldier.'

'Better begin now, then; bad habits, like weeds, grow apace!'

Teddy had no answer for this; his mouth was full of bread and butter, and
he did not speak till the meal was over. Then, whilst tea was being taken
away by the women, he turned to his uncle, who, pulling out a pipe from
his pocket, sat down by the open door to smoke.

'Uncle Jake!'

A grunt was the only response; but that was sufficient. The two perfectly
understood each other, and a minute after Teddy was perched on his knee.

'I'm wondering if I can't get an enemy!' the boy proceeded, folding his
small arms and looking up at his uncle steadily; 'all good people had
enemies in the Bible, and I haven't one, I should like to have a good
right down enemy!'

'To fight?' asked his uncle.

'To carry on with, you know; he would lay traps for me, and I would for
him, like David and Saul; we should have a fine time of it. And then
perhaps, if he did something dreadfully wrong, mother would give me leave
to fight him, just once in a way. Don't you think that would be nice?'

'Fightin' ain't the only grand thing in this world; peace is grander,'
was the slow response to this appeal.

'That's what mother says. She made me learn this morning--"Blessed are
the peacemakers!" but you must have an enemy to make peace with, and I
haven't got one.'

There was silence; the uncle puffed away at his pipe; he was a good man,
and had more brains than his appearance warranted, but Teddy's speeches
were often a sore puzzle to him. The boy continued in a slow, thoughtful
tone, 'I saw some one to-day that I feel might be an enemy, but she's a
girl; men don't fight with women.'

'I'd rather tackle a man than a woman any day. They be a powerful enemy
sometimes, lad! And what have this young maid done to you?'

'She said,'--and Teddy's eyes grew bright whilst the blood rushed into
his cheeks--'she said she didn't believe a word of father's story--not a
word of it! And she laughed, and walked away.'

'That was coming it strong; and who is she, to talk so?'

'She's a stranger; Sam said she's come to live with old Sol at the
turnpike.'

'That must be Grace's child,' said old Mrs. Platt, coming up and joining
in the conversation. 'I heard she was coming to stay with her father this
summer, and glad I am of it too--the old man is very lonely. I suppose
her husband is at sea again.'

'What is her husband?' inquired Teddy's mother, as with work in hand she
came out and took a seat in the old-fashioned porch.

'A sailor. Grace was always a roving nature herself. She never would
settle down quiet and take a husband from these parts. She was maid to
our squire's lady then, and went to foreign parts with her; but folks say
she's steadied down now wonderful. They've been living at Portsmouth, she
and her little girl.'




CHAPTER II

'When Greek Meets Greek
 Then Comes The Tug
 Of War!'


Two little determined figures, with flushed, resolute faces, stood
opposite one another on a narrow footbridge over a running stream.

Neither could pass the other, but neither intended going back, and the
sturdy maiden, in her sailor dress, with her small hands placed on her
hips, appeared quite a match for Teddy, who, with his golden head well
up, looked like a war-horse scenting the battle-field.

It was thus they met again; both employing their Saturday afternoon in
roaming along the edge of a stream, they had suddenly come face to face
with one another.

'You're to let me come over first,' she asserted very emphatically,
'because I'm a girl.'

[Illustration: 'YOU'RE TO LET ME COME OVER FIRST,' SHE ASSERTED.]

'Boys never go back. A soldier's son never! I'm not going to turn my back
before the enemy--I would disgrace my button if I did.'

'That old button!' The tone was that of utmost scorn.

Teddy's cheeks grew rosy red at once, but he said nothing.

'I got to this bridge before you did,' she continued.

'I began to cross it first. And _you_, who are you? No one knows anything
about you. I have been crossing this bridge for _years_.'

'More reason you shouldn't cross it now. My name is Nancy Wright, that's
who I am.'

A princess could not have revealed her name more royally. She added,
after a pause, 'And I mean to come over first, so go back.'

'Never! I never go back!'

'Then I shall push you over in the water.'

'Come on and try, then!'

Then there was silence; both the little people eyed each other defiantly,
yet a little doubtfully, as if measuring one another's strength, and
their faces grew eager at the coming contest.

'Boys always ought to give way to girls, always,' Nancy said, using her
strongest plea; 'you're not a proper boy at all.'

'You're not a proper girl. You're wearing a boy's hat and a boy's
jacket.'

'I'm a sailor's daughter, and everybody can see I am. You say you're a
soldier's son, why don't you dress like one?'

Teddy felt he was getting the worst of it. He fingered his button
proudly.

'I'm wearing something that has been in the thick of a bloody battle;
that's more than you can do. Sailors don't know much of fighting.'

'They know just as much as soldiers, and as to your old button, I b'lieve
you just picked up the old brass thing from the gutter!'

'If you weren't a girl, I'd fight you!' sputtered Teddy now, with
rising wrath.

'Pooh! I expect I could lick you; I don't b'lieve you have half as big a
muscle as I have on my arm.'

'A girl have muscle! It's just a bit of fat!'

The tone of scorn proved too much for Nancy's self-control; with a
passionate exclamation she made a quick rush across the plank, there was
a struggle, and the result was what might have been expected--a great
splash, a scream from Nancy, and both little figures were immersed in the
stream. Happily the water was not very deep, and after a few minutes'
scrambling they were on dry ground, considerably sobered by their
immersion. Teddy began to laugh a little shamefacedly, but Nancy was very
near tears.

'I'll tell my mother you nearly drowned me dead.'

'If you're a sailor's daughter, you oughtn't to be afraid of the water;
sailors and fish are always in the sea.'

'They're never in it; never!'

'Well, they're on it, as close as they can be to it. Why, you're nearly
crying! But you're only a girl, and a sailor's girl can't be very
brave--not like a soldier's girl would be.'

'Sailors are much braver than soldiers,' said Nancy, quickly swallowing
down her tears; 'and when they do fight they're in much more danger than
the soldiers. Father said, how would soldiers like the earth to swallow
them up just when they've been fighting hard and got the victory? That's
what the sea does to the poor sailors. Their ship begins to sink, and
they send up three cheers for queen and country, and then stand on deck
with folded arms, and go down, down, down to the bottom of the sea, and
never make a cry!'

Nancy forgot her wet clothes in her eloquence, and Teddy stared
wonderingly at her.

'Well,' he said, as if considering the matter, 'they may be sometimes
brave, but they don't fight like the soldiers, and they have no banners,
and red coats, and band; and they don't know how to march. A sailor walks
anyhow. I saw one once, and I thought he was tipsy, but he wasn't. A
sailor walks like a goose--he waddles!'

'You're the horridest, rudest boy I've ever seen!'

And with the utmost dignity Nancy walked away, Teddy calling after her,
'You made a pretty good charge for a girl, but you couldn't get past
me!' And then with one of his loud whoops he raced home, and hardly drew
a breath till he reached the farmhouse door. His grandmother confronted
him at once.

'You young rascal, what have you been doing? You're never a day out of
mischief. If I was your mother I'd give you a good whipping; but she
spoils you.'

'And you do, too, granny!'

Teddy's laughing blue eyes, as he raised them to the grim face before
him, conquered, as they generally did.

'There, go to your mother, she's in the dairy; I wash my hands of you.'

But Teddy crept up to his little room to change his wet clothes before he
met his mother, and then was very silent about his adventure, merely
saying, by way of explanation, that he had fallen into the brook; but at
tea, a short time after, he suddenly said,--

'If you put a sailor and a soldier together, which would you choose,
Uncle Jake?'

'Eh, my laddie? Well, they're both good in their way. I couldn't say,
I'm sure.'

'Mother, wouldn't you say the soldier was the bravest?'

'Perhaps I might, sonny; but a sailor can be quite as brave.'

Teddy's face fell. 'I never thought a sailor could fight at all,' he
said, in a disappointed tone; 'I thought they just took care of our
ships, and now and then fired a big gun off.'

'Who's been bringing up the sailors to you?' asked his grandmother.

'That little girl I told you of--Nancy her name is.'

'Where have you seen her?'

'Down by the brook; we fell into the water together, because we both
wanted to cross at once.'

'But, my boy, that was naughty for you not to give place to her,' and
Mrs. John spoke reprovingly.

'I know it was, mother, but I wasn't going to turn back. That would be
running away from the enemy. You see, we met in the middle, and she's not
at all a nice girl, and she's so proud and stuck up about the sailors!'

'As proud as you are of the redcoats, I guess!' old Mrs. Platt said.

'Do sailors and soldiers like each other?' questioned Teddy, ignoring
the thrust.

'I am sure I don't know,' his mother answered, smiling. 'I have never
seen them together that I remember, but I should think they did. They
both fight for their queen and country.'

'Well, I'm a soldier's son, and I don't like a sailor's daughter, I know
that! I think she is a kind of enemy.'

'Oh, hush! sonny. You must have no enemies. It is wrong to talk so.'

'That's what he was a-sayin' to me t'other day,' put in his uncle slowly;
'he says he wants one.'

'Yes, I do,' and Teddy gave a fervent nod as he spoke; 'and, mother, I
believe most good people have enemies, so it must be right to have one.'

'They never make one, as you're trying to do.'

Teddy looked puzzled.

'Well,' he said presently, 'I expect it's because she's a stranger. She
doesn't belong to our village. I don't like strangers.'

'She's no more a stranger than you were when you first came here,' his
mother said; 'and the fact of her being a stranger ought to make you
kind to her.'

'I'm thinking of calling on her mother,' old Mrs. Platt said, looking at
her little grandson with her keen grey eyes; 'shall I take you with me to
see the little girl?'

'I've seen her enough, granny. Please, I think I'd rather not.'

The subject was dropped, but Teddy's thoughts were busy. He ran down to
the village green after tea, and there met one or two of his special
chums, to whom he confided the events of the afternoon. They highly
applauded the scene at the bridge, but Teddy shook his curly head a
little doubtfully.

'Men ought always to give way to women, I've heard mother say; but I
couldn't turn back, you see--it would have disgraced my button.'

'Tell you what,' cried Harry Brown, commonly known as 'Carrots' from his
fiery hair, 'you could 'a done what the goats did in the primer at
school--you ought ter have laid flat down and let her walk across you.'

'She would have hurt dreadful,' Teddy observed thoughtfully. 'Besides,
she's so proud, I don't think I would have liked to do that.'

'No,' put in Sam Waters; 'you did fine. I say, let's come up to the
turnpike and see if she's about there. I'll give her a word, if she
begins to sauce me.'

Teddy agreed to this, and the trio trotted off along a flat, dusty road,
Teddy beguiling the way by some of his wonderful stories till they came
in sight of the low thatched cottage, covered with roses, that guarded
the turnpike.

They soon saw the young damsel, for she was swinging on the gate, her
dark hair flying in the wind, and her eyes and cheeks bright with the
exercise. She looked at the boys, then laughed.

'Poor little button-boy!' she said; 'you have to be taken care of by two
bigger ones.'

'We've come to see you,' said Sam valiantly, 'because we ain't going to
stand any cheek from you; so you had better look out.'

Nancy stopped swinging, and resting her fat little elbows on the topmost
bar, asked saucily, 'Did the button-boy tell you to come and help him
fight me? Are you all three going to try?'

'We don't fight girls,' said Teddy.

'You push them into the water.'

'I didn't.'

'I told mother about it. She thought you was a very rude boy not to wait
till I crossed over.'

There was silence, then Carrots started forward.

'Look here, you'll have to learn your manners, and we won't have a
strange girl like you stick yourself up so. We've come to tell you to
look out for yourself if you don't stop it.'

Nancy laughed again, and swung herself violently backwards and forwards.
'Yo ho! my lads, yo ho!' she sang. 'I'm on my ship, and I don't care for
boys a bit; they're all as stupid as they can be. Yo ho! We go! Yo ho,
lads, heave ho!'

Her elevated position certainly seemed to give her an advantage.

'We'll soon shake you off there!' shouted Sam, his wrath rising at her
calm indifference to the lords of creation.

'Come on, and try. I'm up the rigging, and a storm is beginning.
Hurray--come on!'

Sam and Carrots made a furious onslaught, and the gate was roughly
handled, but the more it shook and swung, the more derisive was Nancy's
laughter, as she clutched a firm hold with her small hands, and swayed to
and fro, calling out excitedly, 'Furl the main-sail! Stand by,
lads--steady--starboard hard! Port your helm! Rocks to leeward! Reef the
top-sail! Breakers ahead! Yo ho!'

Teddy looked on, awed by these nautical terms, which seemed to slip so
easily from her lips. To him they seemed wonderfully clever, but he was
not one to stand aside long in a scene of excitement, and with one of his
wild war whoops he rushed forward.

'On, boys! Charge! Hurrah!'

The gate rocked violently, and Nancy began to feel her position was a
perilous one. All the little people were screaming at the top of their
voices, when suddenly, in the midst of the din, appeared old Sol.

'What now! Who are these trying to break one of Her Majesty's gates down?
Be off, you young ruffians! Teddy Platt, you're at the bottom of all the
mischief brewing in the parish. I'll get my big stick out and give you a
thrashing before I've done with you.'

Old Sol's words were fierce, but the boys knew he had the softest heart
in the village, and they stood their ground. 'It's all the button-boy,'
said Nancy eagerly, as she descended from her perch, and laid her little
hand confidingly on the old man's arm. 'He brought these boys up to fight
me, but I was up the mast, and they couldn't shake me off!'

'We told you we wouldn't fight a girl,' protested Teddy indignantly; 'you
don't speak the truth.'

'Well, what did you bring the boys for?' demanded the small maiden
severely.

'We came,' put in Sam boldly, 'to tell you that if you were so cheeky you
would soon get into trouble. We ain't going to stand sauce from you.'

'What has the little lass been doing, you young scoundrels?'

'They're only boys, grandfather; let us come in to mother, and leave
them. They're the rudest boys I've ever seen, and the button-boy is the
worst, and his button isn't worth a farthing!'

There was a yell from all three boys at this.

'That's it!' cried Carrots excitedly. 'It's the button she's so cheeky
about. We ain't going to have Teddy's button laughed at. We won't stand
it, Sol--we won't!'

'It shows she don't know nothing, or she wouldn't talk so. She's just a
baby, that's what she is.'

'Why, she doesn't believe father's story is true, Sol! You know it is,
don't you?'

'She isn't as old as the button itself.'

'Ha! ha! she wasn't born when it was in battle. Much she knows about it!'

Sol had difficulty in quieting the indignant voices.

'Lookee here, you boys, go home and leave my little lass to me; she knows
nothing about the button. I'll tell her the story, and then she won't
laugh at it any more. Ay, I remember seeing your father, youngster. He
was a brave man, he was, but he would never have made war against little
maids like this. Shame on you; get you home! Get you gone, I say, or I'll
bring my stick out.'

'She's been told the story. She listened, and she laughed. She ought to
say she's sorry.'

Teddy stood with his legs wide apart, and his hands in his pockets. His
tone was severe.

'I'll never, never, never say I'm sorry. I'm glad of what I said. I don't
believe a word of it!'

And with this parting shot Nancy ran into the cottage, and the boys
returned to the village more slowly than they came.

'Mother,' said Teddy that night, as his mother bent down for a
'good-night' kiss, 'I haven't been good to-day, and I don't feel good
now. I feel, when I think it over, so angry inside.'

'What is it about, sonny?'

'Father's button.' The tone was drowsy, and seeing his eyelids droop
heavily Mrs. John said no more, only breathed a prayer that her little
son might fight as bravely for Christ's honour as he did for that of his
father's button.




CHAPTER III

A Recruiting Sergeant


It was Sunday morning. Along a sweet-scented lane, with shady limes
overhead and honeysuckle and wild roses growing in profusion on the
hedges at each side, walked Teddy's mother, holding her little son
tightly by the hand. The bells of the village church were ringing out for
the service, and groups of two and three were passing in at the old lych
gate. Mrs. John was talking in her sweet clear voice to her boy, and he,
letting his restless blue eyes rove to and fro, noting every bird on the
hedges and every flower in the path, kept bringing them back to his
mother's face with a dreamy upward gaze. 'I will try, mother, I really
will. I will keep my hands tight in my pockets, and my feet close
together; I will pretend I'm going to be shot by a file of soldiers, and
then I really think that will help me not to fidget. I promise you I'll
be good to-day.'

And having received this protestation from him, Mrs. John passed into
church with a relieved mind. Teddy's restless little body was a sore
trial to any one who sat next him in church, and many were the lectures
that had been bestowed on him by Sunday-school teacher and pastor,
besides the gentle admonitions of his mother.

As Teddy quietly perched himself on the seat beside his mother, he
murmured to himself, 'Twenty soldiers in front of me, twenty rifles
pointing--I shall stand like a rock--I'll set my teeth, and I
shan't even blink my eyes. Now I see the officer coming--he's going
to say, "Present!" I'm not moving a muscle. Five minutes more
they'll give me--'

His active brain here received a check. There on the opposite side,
facing him, was Nancy, seated between her mother and old Sol. She was
still in her sailor suit, and with her dark mischievous brown eyes fixed
steadily on him, Teddy could not remain unmoved beneath her gaze for
long. His little hands were working nervously in his coat pockets. Why
did she stare at him so? Well, he could stare back, and then blue eyes
and brown confronted each other for some moments with unblinking defiance
in their gaze. At last Teddy's patience gave way, and twisting up his
little features into a most grotesque grimace, he mounted a hassock to
give her the full benefit of it.

Instantly, out came a little red tongue at him, and at this daring piece
of audacity he gasped out loud, 'I hate you!' Then, as all eyes in the
surrounding pews were turned upon him, and his mother's shocked gaze met
his, Teddy crimsoned to the roots of his hair, and taking up a large
Prayer-book, he used it as a shield from his small antagonist during the
remainder of the service. As the congregation were leaving the church
later on, the rector made his way to young Mrs. Platt, who was lingering
talking to a neighbour. He was a grey-haired, gentle-faced man, with a
slow dreamy manner in speaking.

'Mrs. John, what has happened to make your little boy so forget himself
this morning?'

'Indeed, sir, I cannot say. I really thought he was going to be
good to-day.'

'I think he had better come to tea with me this afternoon, and we will
have a little talk together.'

Teddy looked up with awe in his blue eyes. He well knew that this was the
rector's usual practice when any delinquent was brought before his
notice, but it had never yet fallen to his lot to receive the invitation.
Mr. Upton had his own way of doing things, so people said, and he had
greater faith in reasoning with any culprits than scolding them, whether
they were grown men, or women, or children.

Teddy's restless ways in church had been a trial to him for a long time,
and he felt that this morning's action must receive a check. 'Thank
you, sir,' responded Mrs. John; 'he shall come to you after school is
over this afternoon.'

And Teddy, completely sobered, walked home beside his mother without
uttering a word.

At half-past four he stood on the rectory doorsteps looking into the cool
broad hall in front of him, which led out of a glass door at the opposite
end into a brilliant flower garden. Spotless white druggeting covered the
floor and stairs, and everything indoors denoted a careful housekeeper.
Mr. Upton was a widower, and was to a great extent ruled by two or three
old and faithful servants.

As the boy stood there the rector appeared, and led him into his study.

'We shall have half an hour before tea, to have a little conversation, my
boy. Sit down, and tell me what you have been learning at Sunday-school
this afternoon.'

'Teacher was telling us about the children of Israel in Egypt. I'm afraid
I don't remember very much what he said, for I was busy thinking about
coming to see you.'

Mr. Upton smiled, and drew the child on to talk; then, after he was
thoroughly at ease, he put a large Bible in front of him.

'I want you to read me a verse in the First Epistle of St. John, and the
third chapter. It is the fifteenth verse; can you find it?'

'Yes, sir,' and with an eager importance Teddy turned over the leaves.

'Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer,' he read solemnly.

'That will do. Now think it over for five minutes in silence, and then
tell me what your thoughts are about it.'

The boy hung his head in shame; he folded his arms and sat immovable
till the five minutes were over, then he said timidly, 'I wouldn't hate
a brother. I'd like to have one. Do you think it means the same when
it's a girl?'

'Precisely the same--a brother means any person in the world, man, woman,
or child.'

'Then I ought to be hung.'

There was much self-pity in Teddy's tone. Mr. Upton did not smile, he was
gazing abstractedly out of the window, and said slowly, 'The root of
murder is anger. The same motive that prompts a passionate statement,
prompts a passionate and perhaps fatal blow.'

There was silence; then in a more cheerful tone the rector turned to the
little culprit.

'And now tell me the whole story, and who it was that you spoke to
in church.'

Teddy was perfectly ready with his defence, and he poured into his
listener's ears such a voluble story that the rector was quite bewildered
when it came to an end. 'It's father's button I care about,' added the
boy, fingering his beloved object proudly, 'and she didn't believe me a
bit, and she put out her tongue as long as ever she could!'

'Tell me the story of the button; I have heard, but have forgotten
the details.'

Teddy's eyes sparkled, and his little head was raised erect again.
Slipping off his chair, he stood in front of the rector, and told the
oft-repeated tale with dramatic force and effect. Mr. Upton listened with
interest, but before he could offer any comment on it tea was announced,
and taking the child by the hand he marched him into the dining-room.

Hot tea-cakes, strawberry jam, and plum cake kept our little friend fully
occupied for some time. He wondered if all the naughty boys interviewed
by the rector had been treated to the same fare, and he began to think an
invitation to Sunday tea at the rectory highly desirable.

'And now,' said Mr. Upton, towards the end of the meal, 'I want some more
talk with you. Your father was a brave soldier; he died in saving the
colours. You want to grow up like him, do you not?'

'Yes, sir, indeed I do.'

'There is a little verse in God's Word that describes our Lord's
banner--His colours. Will you say it after me?--"His banner over me was
love."' Teddy repeated the verse slowly, and with interest.

'It is a wonderful banner,' pursued Mr. Upton thoughtfully, 'the enemy
confronted with it on every side. In the thick of the fight we can but
hoist our colours, "Love." God's love to man, when man is fighting from
his infancy against his Maker. What host would not march to meet the foe
with such a banner dyed red with the life-blood of their Captain, the Son
of God, the Saviour of the world?'

Teddy drew a long breath, and when the rector paused, he cried
enthusiastically, 'Please go on, sir. I like to hear it. Will God let me
hold up the banner for Him?'

'If you have enlisted in His service. Are you one of His soldiers?'

'I don't know.'

'God always wants each of us to present ourselves to Him, if we want to
enlist in His army. Have you done that? There must come a time in our
lives when we yield ourselves wholly and unreservedly to the one who is
our rightful owner. Why, my boy, do you believe that Jesus died upon the
cross to save you? Did He bear your sins for you there?'

'Yes,' said Teddy, fixing his blue eyes earnestly on the rector, 'I
really believe He did, for mother has often explained it to me.'

'Then how dare you stand aloof from His army? How is it that you have
never enlisted? Are you marching along in the enemy's ranks?'

Teddy's small hands were clenched, and his eyes lit up with a
great resolve.

'I'll enlist at once, sir. I'll be one of God's soldiers now.'

'How are you going to do it?'

'I don't know. Tell me, please.'

There was silence. Mr. Upton met the child's earnest, upward gaze with
awe, as he realised how much hung on his words. He had a firm belief in
children being able to lead a consistent Christian life. He knew the
Master would accept a child's heart, and guide and keep the frail and
helpless steps on the way heavenward. And with a swift prayer for
guidance he spoke.

'You must tell God about it yourself, and don't be in a hurry. Kneel down
quietly by yourself somewhere, and first of all ask that the Holy Spirit
may guide you, that your sins may be blotted out, and your name written
in the Book of Life, for the sake of Jesus who died for you. Then tell
God you want Him to enlist you, and give yourself right up to Him for now
and for all eternity.'

Mr. Upton spoke slowly and emphatically; he knew he often preached above
the heads of his little hearers, and he strove to speak in simple
language now.

Teddy remained very silent; then he said, 'And if I enlist, shall I have
to be God's soldier for ever and ever, till I'm an old man of a hundred,
with white hair and no teeth?'

'Would you rather be one of the devil's soldiers?'

'No.'

'You are quite right to think it over. I would rather you did not decide
too hastily. Go home and think it out. And come and tell me when you
have decided.'

The boy's white brow was crumpled with anxious creases.

'I should like to be one of God's soldiers, but who shall I have to
fight? Any real enemies, or only make believe?'

'I will tell you about your enemies after you have enlisted. I can show
you one very real one that is your worst enemy.'

'Can you? A real live one?'

'A real live one.'

Teddy smiled contentedly.

'Now,' added Mr. Upton, 'I am going to send you home. If you enlist, the
first person you will have to hold up your banner to is that little girl
whom you said you hated. Before you go I want to pray for you. Kneel
down with me.'

The evening sunshine streamed in through the open window, and alighting
on the white hair of the minister and the boy's fair curls, as they knelt
together, bathed them in a golden glory. With closed eyes and folded
hands Teddy listened to Mr. Upton's prayer,--

'Loving Father, another lamb I bring to Thee. Guide him in his decision,
and if he enters Thy fold, use him and bless him through all eternity.
Grant that he may fight a good fight, and be crowned with glory
hereafter. For Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.'

An hour later, and Teddy was seated by his mother's side in the old
porch. His grandmother and uncle had gone to evening church, and Mrs.
John was left with her boy alone.

He had been telling her the substance of his conversation with the
rector, and now curled up on the low wooden seat, his small legs crossed
underneath him, he was gazing dreamily out into the sweet-scented garden.
The bees were droning, and the gnats humming amongst the tall hollyhocks
and crimson and white roses close by; the birds were already twittering
their last 'good-nights' to one another, and a soft, peaceful spell
seemed to be falling on all around.

'I feel,' he said presently, as he gazed up into the still blue sky, 'as
if God is waiting for me, mother.'

Mrs. John did not answer. He added quickly, 'When did you enlist,
mother; long, long ago?'

'Yes, darling, just before I married your father.'

'And when did father enlist? When he was a little boy like me?'

'Not till he was a grown man, sonny. He often used to say he wished he
had given his heart to God when he was younger.'

'I suppose God will take little soldiers? Do you think I shall be the
youngest He has?'

'No, darling; He has many brave little soldiers younger than you.'

Another long silence, then a deep-drawn sigh from Teddy.

'I feel I have very big thoughts to-night, mother, and I get so crowded
thinking. Will you read to me before I go to bed?'

Mrs. John pressed her lips on the curly head so near her.

'My boy, I am so glad for you to have these thoughts. Mother has often
prayed that you may be one of Christ's little soldiers and servants. Now
what shall I read?'

'Read me about the three men and the burning fiery furnace.'

And the young mother took her Bible in hand, and drawing her boy close to
her till his little head rested against her shoulder, read him the story
he wished.

Later on, as she tucked him up in bed, and was giving him a kiss, he
clasped his arms round her neck and whispered, 'I think I'm going to do
it quite by myself to-morrow.'




CHAPTER IV

Enlisting for Life


The village children were swarming out of school the next afternoon. The
heat and confinement of the crowded schoolroom had not lessened the
superabundance of energy and high spirits amongst them, and the boys soon
congregated on the green, bent on a game of cricket.

'Where's Teddy?' 'Teddy Platt!' 'Young Ted, where's he got to?' 'Fetch
Teddy!' This was the general cry. But Teddy was nowhere to be seen.

'Has he been kept in?' queried one.

'Likely enough. He's up in the clouds to-day.'

'Oh, ain't he just! Why, I offered him half such a huge apple. My! it
was a beauty! And his eyes sort o' wandered away from it, as if it had
been a piece of mud! "Thanks," ses he, "I'll have a bite
to-morrer--not to-day."'

'And teacher was down on him sharp, too,' put in another eager voice.
'He answered all the 'rithmetic wrong, and he said forty soldiers made a
rood! And teacher ses, "Is your head good for nothing but soldiers?" And
Ted he got as red as fire, and says, "It's full of them to-day, sir";
and teacher said, "Go down to the bottom of the class till you can empty
it of them then, and tell me when you've done it." And when Ted comes
next to me I says, "Is your button lost, old chap, that you're in such a
stew?" And he says, "No, the button is all right, but I'm thinkin' how
to enlist."'

'He'll go for a drummer-boy as soon as he's big enough, and I'll go with
him!' cried Carrots.

'Oh, come on,' shouted one of the impatient ones; 'if Ted's not here, let
us begin without him.'

And Teddy's delinquencies at school were soon forgotten in the excitement
of the game.

He had not been kept in, but had slipped away the minute school was over,
and was soon dodging in and out of the thick overhanging trees along the
edge of his favourite stream. His little feet sped swiftly along, and as
he ran he talked in a whisper to himself, which was his way when anything
special was weighing on his mind. 'I'll go right into the wood, and get
under a thick tree. I won't let a squirrel see me, nor even a rabbit. I
must be quite quiet, and it must be like church, and I shan't come away
till I've done it.'

Into the wood he went, but he was hard to satisfy; roaming here and
there, peeping round corners, and thrusting his curly head in amongst the
bushes, it was fully half an hour before he chose his spot.

It was a secluded little nook under an old oak-tree, where the moss grew
thick and green, and bushes of all sorts and sizes formed a natural bower
round the gnarled trunk. In front of this tree Teddy stood, and then,
half shyly, half reverently, he took off his cap and laid it on the
ground. Looking up through the veil of green leaves above him to the
sunny blue sky beyond, he stood with clasped hands and parted lips for a
moment or two in perfect silence. The soft wind played gently with his
curls, and rustled amongst the leafy boughs overhead, and in the distance
the birds' sweet voices were the only sounds that met his ears. As the
boy's eyes came back to earth they seemed to have reflected in them
something of the bright sunshine above, and then down on his knees he
dropped. Placing his little clasped hands against the old trunk in front
of him, and bending his golden head till it rested likewise against the
tree, Teddy prayed aloud, slowly, and with frequent pauses,--

'O God! here I am. Have You been waiting for me? I've come to enlist.
And, please, I forget all Mr. Upton told me to say; but will You forgive
me my sins, and write my name down in Your book in heaven?--Edward James
Platt is my name. I've come to be Your soldier for ever and ever. Will
You please keep me always? I never want to go back from being Your
soldier. Make me fight a grand fight, and help me to hold Your colours up
well; and please, God, will You tell father I've enlisted this afternoon?
Mr. Upton said You would take me. I thank You for letting Jesus die for
me, and I'm very sorry I haven't belonged to His army before, but I
didn't quite understand that He wanted me. Help me to be a good boy, for
Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.'

A child's prayer, but it was prayed with a child's strong faith, and as
Teddy rose to his feet, he had the assurance that God had accepted him.
That scene in the wood, when he dedicated himself to the service of the
King of kings, would be stamped on his memory as long as he lived. And
now that the deed was done a great load seemed to be lifted off his mind.
He came into the midst of the boys on the green a short time afterwards
with a radiant face, and took his share in fielding, bowling, and batting
with such a vigour and will, that he proved himself the hero of the hour.
Later in the evening he wandered into the dairy, where his mother was
busy, and asked her if he could go and see the rector.

'What for, sonny?'

'He asked me to come. Is it too late, do you think? I should like to go
to-night.'

Mrs. John looked down upon the eager little face lifted to hers.

'Run away, then; but don't stay long.'

And so it was that for the second time that week Teddy was a visitor at
the rectory.

'Please, sir, I've done it!' he exclaimed breathlessly, as soon as he was
ushered into the presence of the rector.

'Eh? What have you been doing?'

And Mr. Upton roused himself from a reverie into which he had fallen as
he sat at his study window and watched his favourite beehives. Then,
noting the disappointed look on the child's face, and recognising who
it was, he added briskly, 'Ah! it is Teddy Platt, is it? And so you've
done it, have you? Thank God! Yes, I remember all about it. You're a
fresh recruit.'

Teddy's eyes glistened. 'I enlisted this afternoon, sir.'

'For life, did you? No short-service system with God!'

Mr. Upton had at one time been chaplain to troops abroad, and it was his
knowledge of military matters that so attracted the boy.

'Yes, for life, sir.'

'May God keep you true to Himself, my boy, in life and in death!'

There was a pause, then Teddy said eagerly, 'Please, sir, you said you
would show me one of the enemies I have got to fight.'

'Ah! did I? One of the many--which one, I wonder?'

'"A real live one," you said.'

'Yes, I remember. Come this way.'

He led the child into his drawing-room in front of a large mirror
reaching down to the ground, and told him to find his enemy there.

'Why, it's only myself!' Teddy said in a disappointed tone, though there
was wonder in his eyes.

'That's it--yourself--small Teddy Platt is your worst enemy, and the
older you live the more you will discover what a very formidable and
mighty enemy he is.'

'Please, sir, I don't understand.'

'Sit down here, by me, and let me try to explain it to you. If you are
going to try to serve the Lord Jesus Christ, you will find that you will
have two Teddies to deal with--a good one and a bad one. The bad one is
your enemy. Now, you told me you were angry with that little girl. Are
you angry still?'

'I've forgotten all about her. I--I don't love her.'

'The bad Teddy in you doesn't like her, but the good Teddy will. Now you
must fight against the bad Teddy, and overcome him. Jesus will help you;
you can't fight without Him.'

'I think I know,' said Teddy thoughtfully. 'Last week some fellow said,
"Come and get some apples from the Park orchard." I wanted to, dreadful.
That was my bad self, but I thought it would be stealing, and I didn't
go. That was my good self, wasn't it?'

'Quite right! Keep close to your Captain. Our Officer always leads, and
remember--"Forward! no quarter to the enemy!"'

Then gazing abstractedly out into the garden, Mr. Upton added, as if to
himself, 'But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of
my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin, which is in my
members.... Who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God
through Jesus Christ our Lord. So then with the mind I myself serve the
law of God, but with the flesh the law of sin.'

The next day when at dinner, for it was generally at meal-times Teddy
chose to make his observations, he looked round the table appealingly,--

'What's the very ugliest name that could be given a boy?'

'Sakes alive!' ejaculated his grandmother. 'And who may you be wanting to
christen?'

'It isn't for a baby; a boy about as old as me. What do you think's an
ugly name?'

'I don't think any name is very ugly,' his mother said. 'If you like a
person, their name always seems to fit. I knew two boys named Tobiah and
Eli. I didn't like the names at first, though they are Bible ones, but
when I got to know and like the boys I liked the names.'

'I want a much more hideous name,' asserted Teddy; 'some name that would
describe a very wicked person.'

'I hope you are not going to call any one by it,' observed his
grandmother suspiciously.

Teddy lifted his blue eyes up to her solemnly. 'I expect I'll find one
for myself,' he said; and nothing more could be got out of him.

After dinner, a half-holiday having been given the school-children, Teddy
stole out to the woods. When out of sight he began a brisk conversation
with himself, as was his wont; and it may give us an insight into his
busy brain if we listen.

'Blackey might do, or Goggles, or Grubby, or Nigger, or Toad. I want to
have some name, else I shan't be able to talk to him so well. I wish
mother had helped me; it's very differcult. I can't seem to think of a
name quite ugly enough. I expect p'raps Mr. Upton could tell me. I'll
wait and ask him. I hope I shan't have to wait long, for I want it all
settled, so that I can begin to fight properly with him. Now I've got to
find Nancy. Mr. Upton said I was to be friends with her, and I've got to
hold up my banner of love over her. I hope she'll like it. She's a
horrid--Aha, that's my enemy just going to speak! A horrid girl, you
were going to say, were you? Now you just get out. Nancy is a very nice
girl--at least, she soon will be. I'll try and think her nice, I will.
I've got to fight you, enemy, if you say such things. Why, I do 'clare,
there she is climbing that tree!'

Teddy's conversation came to an end, and he stared with open mouth and
eyes at the nimble way Nancy was climbing up an old beech-tree. He gave a
shrill whistle, which made the little girl look round. Not a bit
disconcerted was she.

'Aha, it's the stupid little button-boy. You can't catch me!'

It was a challenge. Instantly Teddy stripped off his jacket, and darted
to the tree. She had got a good start, and even he caught his breath in
wonder at her rapid ascent, and the fearless way in which she seemed to
plant her small feet on the most fragile-looking branches. Up they
went, panting with the exercise; but at length she could go no further,
and seating herself on a comfortable bough she looked mischievously
down at him.

'You couldn't catch me; you don't know how to climb! My father taught me.
I can go up the rigging as far as any sailor boy, and this is my ship,
but I'll let you sit down by me if you behave yourself.'

Teddy swung himself across a bough opposite her, and was silent for a
moment. Each child was trying to recover breath, and Teddy was
considering how to make peace. He did it in his own quaint fashion.

'I think we're pretty close to heaven,' he remarked presently, lifting
his soft blue eyes to the clear sky above. 'I wonder if that's the reason
birds in their nests agree? The angels can't like to hear quallering so
close to them.'

'I'm not going to quarrel, and you didn't say that word right'

'What word?'

'Quarrering.' And Nancy's tone was emphatic, though a doubt stole into
her own mind as to whether her pronunciation was correct. But Teddy was
too intent upon pulling something out of his pocket to notice her
correction. He slowly unrolled a large white pocket-handkerchief, tied it
carefully to a twig, which he broke off from an adjoining branch, and
then held it up in front of her.

'I did it myself this morning,' he said with pride. 'I asked Uncle Jake
for one of his best handkerchiefs. He gave it to me last night, and I did
it with a pen and ink before breakfast. Can you read it?

Nancy looked at the straggling, uneven black letters that occupied the
whole width across.

'Love?' she said curiously; 'what does that mean?'

'It's my banner of love that I'm going to carry for my Captain. It means
I've got to love even you.'

Nancy's red lips pouted. 'I don't want you to love me,' she said.

'I've got to do it.'

'How are you going to do it?'

'I'm--I'm not quite sure. I'm never going to be angry with you. And it's
very hard--'

Here a deep-drawn sigh broke from him. 'It's _very_ hard, but I've got to
tell you I'm sorry I wouldn't let you cross the bridge first, and I'm
sorry I said I hated you in church.'

Nancy's bright dark eyes peered inquisitively into the dreamy blue ones
opposite her.

'Are you really sorry?' she said.

'I think I am, at least part of me is; my enemy isn't, but I am.'

This was beyond Nancy's comprehension.

'And you'll never get angry, or set those horrid boys at me any more?'

'No, I never will.'

Here a big rosy-cheeked apple was produced hastily out of the other
pocket, and presented as a peace offering.

It was taken in silence; then as Nancy's white little teeth met in it she
said, with one of her beaming smiles, 'And have I got to love you?'

'I think you had better, because it will make it easier.'

'Well, I will then, if you'll do one thing.'

'What is it?'

'Give me that old button of yours.'

Teddy fairly gasped at this audacity.

'Give you father's button!' he cried; 'never, never, never! I'd rather be
shot dead, or drownded dead, or hung dead, or chopped into little tiny
bits! I'll _never_ give it up! It's going to be on my coats and
waistcoats till I'm a hundred, and then it will be buried in my grave
with me. Suppose I lost my button, do you know what I would do?'

Nancy gazed at the young orator with a little awe.

'No,' she said; 'what?'

'I would drop down and die, my heart would burst and break, and if I
couldn't die very quick, I wouldn't eat or drink nothing, but I'd go
sadly to my grave and lay my head down, and the next morning you would
find me stiff and cold with my glassy eyes staring up at the sky, like an
old dog I read about.'

Teddy's tone was so intensely tragic that Nancy was silent. At last she
said, 'I'll never love you proper till you give it to me.'

'Will you like me a little instead?'

'I might do that,' she replied reluctantly.

'And you won't never say you don't believe father's story?'

'I aren't going to promise.'

Then, as the very last bite was taken of the apple, she added, 'I'll hear
some more of your stories first. I want to hear one now. Sally White told
me at school you know all about fairies.'

Teddy nodded impressively, then said slowly, 'I make believe I do, but I
don't make believe father's story.'

'Tell me a story now.'

Teddy clasped his hands round a bough, and with knitted brows considered.
Then he looked up, and the light sparkled in his eyes.

'Shall I tell you about when I went into an oak-tree, and found a little
door leading down some steps that took me to the goblin's cave?'

This sounded enchanting, and Nancy eagerly prepared herself to listen.
Such a story was then poured out that it held her spell-bound. Goblins,
elves, and fairies, underground glories, thrilling adventures and
escapes. Was it any wonder that with such a gift for story-telling Teddy
was the king of the village? It came to an end at last, and Nancy drew a
long breath of relief and content when she heard the concluding
sentence, 'And I quickly opened the little door, and there I was outside
the oak, and safe in the wood again.'

'Button-boy, I do like you,' she asserted, with a quick little nod of her
head. 'Will you tell me another story soon?'

'P'raps I will,' said Teddy, feeling a little elated that he was gaining
supremacy over her, 'but I'm going home now. I only came out to have a
think, and to make friends with you.'

'What made you come and make it up?' the little maiden asked, as after a
scramble down, they stood at the foot of the tree. 'You said something
about your Captain; who is He?'

'Jesus Christ,' Teddy replied reverently, 'and His banner is love, so I
have to love everybody, whether I like them or not.'

'Why?'

'Because He wants me to, and I'm one of His soldiers now.'

'Has Jesus any sailors?'

The question was put suddenly, and the answer was given with a slight air
of superiority, 'No only soldiers He has.'

'Then I don't want to belong to Him. I believe He has sailors just as
well as soldiers, only you're not telling true.'

Her tone was getting wrathful, but Teddy shook his head solemnly. 'I'm
sure there's nothing about Jesus' sailors in the Bible; but I'll ask
mother, and then I'll tell you. I must go home now. Good-bye. We're
going to be friends?'

'Yes, we're going to be friends,' she repeated; and then away they
scampered in different directions, Nancy calling out, like a true little
woman, 'But I shan't really love you till you give me your button.'




CHAPTER V

First Victories


'Please, sir, may I speak to you?'

Mr. Upton was coming out of church after a choir practice, when Teddy
accosted him.

He smiled when he saw the boy. 'You may walk home with me and speak to me
as much as you like.'

And so they sauntered up the shady lane, the old rector with his head
bent and his hands crossed behind him, and the boy all eager excitement
and motion, with suppressed importance in his tone.

'I want you to give me a name for my enemy, please, sir.'

Mr. Upton looked amused. 'Have you had any battles with him yet?'

'I think I had one yesterday. May I tell you? Granny was very angry with
me because I had made Uncle Jake's best handkerchief into a banner of
love. I didn't really think it was naughty. I wrote "Love" in ink right
across it; and I took such pains, for I wanted to show it to Nancy. And
when I got home granny was so angry that she took me by the collar and
she locked me into the back kitchen; and mother was out, and I cried, I
was so miserable. Granny said I would come to the workhouse; she called
me the wickedest, mischievousest boy she'd ever seen, and said she would
like to give me a good whipping. And at last I got tired of being
miserable, and I looked about, and I saw the window was partly open, so I
climbed up, and then I thought I would jump out and run away across the
fields till mother came home. And I was very happy then, and I jumped
right out, and then I remembered, but I didn't want to go back again.'

'And then the fight began?' suggested the rector, as the boy paused.

Teddy nodded. 'I asked God to drive my enemy away, but I was an awful
long time thinking it out. Is thinking fighting?'

'Very often it is.'

'I did fight hard, then; and I climbed in again. Was that being a
soldier?'

'Yes, my boy.'

'And granny let me out soon after; and I kissed her and said I was sorry,
but I told her how nearly I had run away, and asked her to see that the
window was locked next time, so that I shouldn't have to fight so hard.'

'You will have plenty of fighting. Don't shirk the hottest part of the
field; that isn't being brave.'

'Will you give me a horrid, ugly name, please, sir?'

'I thought your enemy's name was Teddy.'

'No, that's mine; I must have a name for him--a different one, you know.'

'How do you like Ego or Ipse?'

'What funny names! I think I like Ipse best I'll call him Ipse, shall I?'

But Mr. Upton's thoughts were far away by this time, and presently he
said, as if to himself, '"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is
death." "Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors, through
Him that loved us." It is a fight with certain victory ahead; then why
do we fail?'

'Shall I fail?' questioned a soft voice by his side.

'"Without Me ye can do nothing." That's our Captain's word: if you fight
without Him, you are done for.'

'I think I shall sometimes let Ipse have his way. Will that be deserting
to the enemy?'

'It will be sure and certain defeat.'

'But then, of course, my Captain won't let me be beaten, if I stick
close to Him.'

And so they talked, a strange couple; but the younger of them had a faith
which the elder might envy, and a grasp of the unseen that the ripest
saint could not surpass.

Not long after this, Teddy and his schoolfellows were having a
delightful afternoon in the woods. It was Saturday afternoon, and they
were playing their favourite war game, Teddy, of course, being prime
instigator of the whole affair. A few of the more adventurous girls had
joined them, Nancy amongst them. Her respect for Teddy was gradually
increasing, though nothing seemed to quench her self-assertion and
independence of thought and action. At length Teddy announced his
intention of going off on an expedition as a scout, and on Nancy's
insisting that she should come too, the two children started, made their
way out of the wood and down to the banks of the stream, which soon
joined the river.

'What have we to do?' asked Nancy.

'It's great fun. You see, every one we meet is an enemy, and we have to
get past them without them seeing us; we must crawl through the long
grass, or we must climb a tree, or get through the bushes; all kinds of
adventures we have.'

'And if we don't meet anybody?'

'That's why I came down this way: there are always a lot of people
fishing in the river. Now look out, don't you talk loud, and step softly.
Just think that the first person who sees us will shoot us dead.'

'But they won't.'

'You must make believe they will.' Teddy's tone was stern, and Nancy
was too occupied in holding her hat on her head as they crept through
some low bushes to advance any more sceptical opinions.

And then suddenly, a short time after, they came upon a fisherman. It was
only a burly farmer, who was evidently making a day of it, for he sat
under the shade of a tree with the remnants of a substantial lunch around
him; his fishing-rod was in his hand, but the line was out of the water,
and he, with head thrown back and mouth wide open, was fast asleep.

'Hush!' said Teddy, in an excited whisper. 'If he wakes, all is up with
us; now let's get past him on tiptoe.'

This was accomplished safely; but having passed him Teddy stood still,
and the spirit of mischief seized hold of him. Turning to Nancy, he said,
with sparkling eyes, 'What fun to take him prisoner and tie him up to the
tree with his own fishing-line! He's an enemy; I really think it's our
duty to do it. You stay here and watch me.'

Deftly and quickly Teddy set to work, but when he had once passed the
line round the farmer's body and the tree, he had no difficulty in
finishing the work he had begun. Dancing like an elf with the line in
his hand, he spun round and round the tree till the line was wound round
to its very last extremity, and the farmer looked like some big
bluebottle fly entangled in the fine meshes of a spider's web. Still he
slept on, and with a delighted chuckle Teddy sped back to his little
companion; her eyes were dancing with mirth, and she clapped her hands
at the successful exploit.

'He'll wake up and won't be able to get away. What fun! how I should like
to see him!'

'Come on quick. He's Farmer Green, and he's an awful angry man; he gave
Sam such a thrashing for tying an old saucepan to one of his pigs' tails.
He won't know who has done it, and I did tie the knots awful tight.'

Away they ran; but they had not proceeded far before Teddy came to a
standstill, and all the saucy sparkle died out of his eyes.

'What's the matter?' asked Nancy. 'Have you got a pain?'

'I'm afraid I am going to have a fight with Ipse.'

The words were uttered almost in a whisper, and Nancy looked on
with wonder.

'It isn't right,' he said, after a long pause. 'I do want--at least, Ipse
wants--to leave him there awfully, but mother would say it was very
naughty, and I think--I think my Captain doesn't like it. I shall have to
go back and undo him.'

'Oh, you mustn't!' cried Nancy. 'You'll wake him up, and then you'll
catch it! Let him undo himself!' Teddy shook his head, and then stole
softly back to the tree, Nancy following him at a respectful distance.

It seemed a harder business to untie the knots than to tie them, but at
length it was done, and the unwinding process began. Alas! Farmer
Green's nap was over, and with a hasty start he was roused to the full
use of his faculties. When he discovered his condition he swore a round
oath, and turned upon Teddy in great wrath, as he vainly tried to
extricate himself.

'Please, sir,' said Teddy, nothing daunted, 'if you keep still, I shall
undo you very soon, and I won't break your line if I can help it.'

'You young scoundrel! how dare you show your face, after such an
audacious piece of impudence! You're the plague of the parish, and a good
thrashing is what you will get, sure as my name's Jonathan Green!'

Teddy's face was hot and red, and the spectacle of him trying to unwind
the line from the struggling and exasperated farmer was so irresistibly
comic to Nancy that she burst out laughing.

Jonathan Green was soon on his feet again, and seizing hold of Teddy by
the collar, shook him like a terrier would shake a rat; then, without
leaving go of him, he pulled out a piece of cord from his coat pocket.
'Now, I'll teach you a lesson, youngster, that you won't forget. It's
lucky I've got this bit o' rope.'

And in another few minutes he had bound the boy securely to the tree,
tying his hands together with his handkerchief; then, as Nancy stepped
forward, indignant at this severe treatment, he turned upon her.

'There are two of you, are there? Well, you shall share the same fate
till I think fit to release you. I'll teach you to stop playing such
impish tricks on decent folk.'

'You're the wickedest man that's living, I'm sure!' cried Nancy
wrathfully. 'Why, he was undoing you when you woke up, which was very
kind of him. I wish he'd left you tied up, I do!'

But Farmer Green, with a grim smile of satisfaction, soon settled her in
the same fashion as he had done the boy; and then, picking up his
fishing-basket, strode away, calling out, 'Ye'll bide there my time, ye
young limbs of mischief! It's only serving like ye serve!'

'Button-boy, did he hurt you?' asked Nancy anxiously; for all this time
Teddy had not said a word.

He turned his head and looked at her. 'I feel shooken up dreadful, he's
so awful strong; but I'm not very hurt, only I'm sorry, and I've been
telling my Captain about it, and asking Him to forgive me.'

'Shall we stay here all the evening and all the night?'

'Oh no! he'll come and let us go soon. It isn't fair on you, for you
didn't do anything.'

'I laughed at him, and I wanted you to leave him tied up. But I don't
care, it doesn't hurt. You haven't told me ever what I asked you about
Jesus' sailors. Tell me now, because I want to belong to your Captain,
and I'm not going to be a soldier.'

'I did ask mother, and she said sailors were soldiers, they were sea
soldiers. You'll have to be a soldier, I expect.'

'Sailors fight, I know they do. Grandfather read me about Nelson the
other evening, and showed me a picture of sailors cutting the enemy's
arms off, as they tried to scramble on board ship. I shan't never change
to soldiers. Sailors are _much_ nicer. And if sailors fight, I can be a
sailor for Jesus.'

Their conversation was interrupted by voices and steps approaching, and
in another moment two ladies and a gentleman appeared, evidently going
home after a fishing excursion. The path led past the tree, and they
stopped in astonishment at the sight of the two children.

Teddy was the first to speak. He recognised the newcomers to be the
squire, Colonel Graham, and his wife, with a visitor staying with them.
'Please, sir, will you undo us?' he asked appealingly.

The colonel laughed heartily. 'Ah! young fellow, you're caught, are you?
Lady Helen, this is one of the young hopefuls in our village, I have been
told the ringleader in every bit of mischief set going! You wouldn't
think it to look at him, would you?'

'What an angel's face!' said that lady admiringly. 'And who is the little
girl? she looks a regular little gipsy!'

Neither of the children appreciated these remarks, but the colonel
good-naturedly put down his fishing-basket and cut the piece of rope that
bound them.

'Now, then, youngster!' he said, 'speak up and tell us who bound you in
this fashion, and what have you been doing to merit such punishment?'

Having got his hands free, Teddy stood up bravely and told the story
briefly and clearly, to the great amusement of his hearers.

'And he would never have been caught if he hadn't gone back to undo him,'
put in Nancy; 'so he oughtn't to have been punished at all.'

'What made you go back, my boy?' asked Mrs. Graham gently.

The colour rose in Teddy's cheeks, but he never hesitated to speak
the truth.

'I went back when I remembered it was wrong to have done it,' he
said simply.

'But you are not such a paragon of goodness generally,' said the
colonel. 'Wasn't it you and some others who scared our dairymaid into
fits one night last winter, by playing pranks, after dark, outside the
dairy window?'

'Yes, sir,' said Teddy humbly.

'And why didn't you run away when the old man woke?' asked Lady Helen.

'I never run away from anybody,' said Teddy, his head more erect than
ever. 'I'm a soldier's son.'

'Capital, my boy; and so your father is a soldier? What regiment?'

'He's dead, sir. May I tell you father's story?'

'Oh! ah! I remember now, though I'm not sure that I recollect the
details,' said the colonel musingly. 'Your father was John Platt, who
enlisted in one of the line regiments--the 24th, wasn't it? Tell us the
story by all means.'

Teddy obeyed delightedly, not seeing in the interest of his tale how
keenly he was being watched by the ladies. He told it as he always did,
with enthusiastic effect, and when he offered to show the ladies his
button they were charmed with him. The colonel patted him on his head as
he left, saying, 'Keep your father's spirit in you, my lad, and you'll
live to do something great yet!' 'I should like to have him as a
page-boy,' said Lady Helen, as they walked away. 'What a sensitive,
refined little face it is!'

'Too good to be spoilt by house service,' said Colonel Graham. 'His
mother is a superior young woman, with a very good education, and the
Platts are highly respected about here.'

The children ran back to their playfellows considerably sobered by their
experience, and Teddy very soon made his way home, and told his mother
all that had befallen him.

'It's dreadful difficult to remember in time, mother. I'm not a very good
soldier, am I? Do you think I ought to love old Farmer Green? If you
won't tell any one, I've been having a talk with Ipse--he's my enemy, Mr.
Upton told me about--and he--he hates Farmer Green; but I tell him the
banner is "Love," and we must try to love him; and how can I show him I
love him, mother?'

'I think you must wait a little, sonny. Don't do anything just yet,
but try and not have angry thoughts about him. You know it was very
naughty of you to act so. I am not a bit surprised that he lost his
temper over it.'

'I'll never tie up anybody again, mother, never!'




CHAPTER VI

The Redcoats


'Mother, grandmother, some soldiers are coming here!'

Teddy tore into the house one morning after school with this
announcement, and his face was radiant with delight. His mother was
laying the cloth for dinner, and old Mrs. Platt was busy dishing up
some potatoes.

'Who told you?' asked the latter.

'I saw one--a real live soldier, a corporal with two gold stripes on his
red coat, and such white gloves; and I went up to him and talked to him.'

'Certainly modesty is lacking with you,' observed Mrs. Platt drily.

'Shyness is,' said Mrs. John rather quickly; 'but he doesn't show
forwardness as a rule.'

'Sam and Carrots and lots of the boys were with me, mother. He told us
that he and one or two more had come on to get billets--that's the
word--billets for the regiment that was marching through on their way to
Wales; and we shall see them come marching through the village in a few
days. He said most of them were going to put up in the town, but twenty
were coming to the Hare and Hounds, and they're going to sleep there.
He's such a nice man, mother; he's only going to sleep here to-night, and
then he's going on to-morrow to get some more billets ready in the next
town he comes to. Couldn't he come to tea this afternoon? Do let me ask
him, granny!'

Mrs. Platt laughed not ill-humouredly. 'You would have us take in any
scoundrel, provided he wore a red coat, wouldn't you?'

'Soldiers are never scoundrels!' asserted Teddy with hot indignation.

'Do you know all the soldiers in the British Army, then?' said his
grandmother.

'I daresay he wouldn't care to come to tea with strangers, sonny,' put in
Mrs. John gently.

'I'm sure he would, for he doesn't like the Hare and Hounds. He said he
was a teetotaller.'

'Come, that sounds good,' Mrs. Platt remarked. 'Well, you can ask him in
for your father's sake.'

Not much dinner could Teddy eat that day, and his lessons at school had
never seemed so irksome to him; but they were over at last, and he tore
off in search of his new friend, finding him at length sitting under an
old yew-tree just outside the churchyard.

'Granny says will you come to tea with us?' he asked breathlessly, as he
came up to him.

The corporal looked up. He was a fine-looking young man with a frank,
bright face, and he was reading a well-worn Bible, which he put carefully
in his pocket before he rose to his feet.

'That's very kind of your granny,' he said; 'and I'll come with pleasure.
I'm out of it at the Hare and Hounds.'

Teddy's quick eyes had spied the Bible.

'Do you like the Bible?' he asked gravely.

'It's my order book,' the corporal said with a smile, 'and my best friend
in the world.'

'What's an order book?'

'It gives you your daily commands--just what you are to do and where
you're to go. My Captain writes my orders down in His Word for me.'

'He's my Captain too,' said Teddy with glistening eyes. 'You mean Jesus,
don't you? I've enlisted in His army, and I'm one of His soldiers.'

'Shake hands, little brother, then; we're comrades after all.'

'Are all soldiers in Jesus Christ's army?' asked Teddy as they walked
away together.

The corporal shook his head sadly. 'Hardly any of them in my regiment,'
he said. 'We're nearly seven hundred strong, and only six men besides
myself, as far as I can tell, belong to the Lord. A year ago I was an
awful blackguard myself: I drank dreadfully, and couldn't give the drink
up; but that's all a thing of the past. Since I have belonged to the Lord
He keeps me from it, and many other bad habits. I'll own I fairly
dreaded coming to this bit of duty. The sight and smell of the beer is
very strong to a man that has been such a slave to it, and I must be
quartered in public-houses the whole way along.'

'You'll have to fight like Mr. Upton told me to, won't you?' said Teddy.
'But if our Captain is with us, Mr. Upton says we shan't be beaten.'

'No,' said the corporal, a light coming into his eyes. 'We shall be more
than conquerors.'

Then, after a pause, he said, 'It's very considerate of your granny to
ask me to tea; I was just wishing that something could be done in this
village for the men coming after me, like we had last year when we
marched through the country for the manoeuvres. They gave us a free tea
at several of the places we went through, and it kept so many from
drinking. There's a man coming along here who I'm terrible anxious about.
He's been an awful drunkard, and is quite an old soldier; but last New
Year's Day he signed the pledge, and he's kept it ever since: he's just
on the point of being converted, I hope. We have yarns by the hour
together, but if he's billeted in the Hare and Hounds, or any other
public-house, for that matter, I don't know what he'll do. There's
nothing for them when they come in tired but to sit in the bar or
tap-room and drink. They can't get away from it.' Teddy's brow was
knitted with deep thought.

'I didn't know soldiers drank too much,' he said. 'I thought they never
did anything wrong.'

The corporal smiled. 'It isn't many that is of your opinion,' he said.
'Most folks put us down as a bad lot.'

That evening remained in his memory for long after: the sweet-scented
garden, and the long low kitchen, with the happy family party gathered
round the table; the clumsy efforts of the reticent farmer to make his
guest feel at home; the short, pithy remarks made by Mrs. Platt, and the
gentle, soft-voiced young mother, with the golden-haired boy, continually
asking quaint questions about a soldier's life--all this came back to him
with a keen sense of pleasure in after years. He was only a young fellow
after all, and was touched and gratified by the kindness shown to him,
for it made him think of his own mother in her village home; and when he
took his leave he could hardly express his thanks.

Teddy had been allowed to sit up beyond his usual bedtime, and as he put
his little hand into the big brown one of the young soldier he said, 'Do
you mind telling me your name, corporal?'

'Walter Saxby,' was the ready response.

'And what's the name of the poor old soldier who signed the pledge on New
Year's Day?'

'Tim Stokes; he's called Bouncer by most of us.'

'I shall remember,' said Teddy; then turning to his mother and
grandmother after Corporal Saxby had disappeared, he said solemnly, 'I
may bring Bouncer to tea, mayn't I, if I find him? Corporal told me he
hadn't properly enlisted as Jesus' soldier, but he wants to. Do you think
Mr. Upton could get him to enlist while he's here? Or could you, granny?
P'raps he'd do it for you.'

'I don't know what that boy will come to,' said Mrs. Platt later on, when
Teddy was safe in bed; 'seems to me he has more the making of a minister
in him than a soldier. I don't hold with children being too religious;
it's forced and unnatural.'

'He ain't too good to live,' put in Jake slowly; 'no youngster can beat
him in play.'

'I often wonder,' Mrs. John said thoughtfully, 'whether he will be a
soldier after all; he is almost too sensitive to lead the hard, rough
life so many do. I doubt if he could stand it.'

'He's not wanting in pluck and manliness,' Mrs. Platt observed, for she
always had a good word to say for her little grandson when he was not
present. 'I found him this morning careering round the field on that
fresh young foal, without any saddle or bridle! I gave him a sharp
scolding, for it was kicking up its hind legs like mad; but he only
looked up in my face and laughed. "It's my charger, granny," he says,
"and he smells the battle-field; that's why he's so excited!" I'm sorry
these soldiers are going to fill the place; he thinks and talks quite
enough of them as it is. We shan't have a moment's peace now till
they're gone.'

Teddy was up very early the next morning to see his friend go off. He had
another long conversation with him before wishing him good-bye; and then,
with thoughtful face, he went to school, revolving many plans in his
active little brain, and making innumerable mistakes in his lessons in
consequence. At twelve o'clock, when free at last, he made his way to the
rectory and asked for Mr. Upton, who greeted him very kindly.

'Any more troubles to tell me?'

'No, sir; but I want to tell you about the soldiers who are coming.'

'I have heard about them. It will be a grand time for you, won't it?'

'Please, sir, could you have a tea-party for them?'

Mr. Upton pushed up his glasses and looked very bewildered.

'A tea-party, did you say?'

'Yes; the corporal said a clergyman gave one hundred tea in a
schoolroom last year, and spoke to them after. The corporal said it
would keep them from drinking in the public-houses. He came to tea
with us last night; but granny won't have a lot of them, so I told him
I'd tell you about it.'

'It's rather an undertaking,' said Mr. Upton musingly, 'but we might do
something for them. When are they to be here?'

'In two or three days, the corporal said.'

'I think I might manage it. I will go and see Colonel Graham, and find
out if he will help.'

'I knew you would be able to do it,' said Teddy, beaming all over; 'and
p'raps, sir, you could tell some of them how to enlist, like you did me.
The corporal said I ought to try to be a recruiting sergeant for my
Captain, but they wouldn't listen to me, I am sure. I'm going to try to
enlist Nancy. I haven't tried half hard enough. But she says she'll only
be a sailor for Jesus, not a soldier. Can she be that, sir?'

Mr. Upton smiled. 'Yes, I think she can. Sailors have to keep watch, and
learn their drill, and take orders, and fight under their captain, just
like soldiers.'

And then Teddy went home and electrified his mother by telling her, with
an air of great importance, 'Mr. Upton and I are going to give the
soldiers a tea-party when they come.'

The days passed; Mr. Upton was as good as his word. A large tea was
provided in the village schoolroom, Colonel and Mrs. Graham taking a
hearty interest in it; and when the soldiers came in one hot, dusty
afternoon, everything was ready for them.

Teddy and others of the village children crowded round the Hare and
Hounds when they arrived, and Nancy was foremost of the crowd.

'I don't think much of soldiers,' she said, her nose tilted up in
disdain. 'They're very dirty men, and covered with dust, and they've no
band, nor flags flying, nor nothing.'

If Teddy was disappointed in the look of his heroes, he did not say so;
but Sam remarked, 'I expect they've left the band and the flags in the
town; these are only the lot that they can't put up there.'

Later in the afternoon Teddy made his way to the old elm outside the Hare
and Hounds, where several of the men were resting on the wooden benches,
some with pots of beer, and round whom some of the admiring villagers had
made a little circle.

He pushed his way in with his accustomed fearlessness.

'Please, is Mr. Tim Stokes here?'

The soldiers laughed, and bandied a few jokes on the comrade alluded to.

'What do you want with him, youngster?'

'I want to speak to him.'

'I guess you'll find him under one of the tables in the tap-room; old
Bouncer is pretty dry after a march like we've had to-day.'

There was a roar of laughter at this, but Teddy did not understand the
joke.

'I mustn't go inside the Hare and Hounds,' he said; 'I promised mother I
never would. Will you fetch him out for me?'

And turning to a good-natured-looking young fellow, Teddy put his hand
coaxingly on his arm. The soldier looked into the boy's fair face with a
laugh and then a sigh, and rising to his feet said, 'All right, little
chap, I'll fetch him out to you.'

He was gone some time, and Teddy improved his opportunity by making
friends with those around him; it was not long before he had acquainted
them with the fact of his being a soldier's son, and from that he drifted
into telling the story of 'Father's button!' There was vociferous
applause when he had finished.

'Here, youngster,' said one of the older men, holding out his pewter pot
to him, 'take a drink like a man; you deserve it!'

'No, thank you,' the boy said; 'I never drink beer.'

Then, as an oldish-looking soldier, with a heavy moustache already tinged
with grey, came up to him, Teddy turned to him in delight.

[Illustration: 'ARE YOU BOUNCER?']

'Are you Bouncer?'

'That's what I'm called.' The man's face was an unhappy one, and he
seemed to be the butt of his comrades, for they poured forth such a
volley of good-natured ridicule on his appearance that Teddy looked from
one to the other in complete mystification.

'Will you come and see my home?' the child asked softly. 'Corporal Saxby
told me he thought you would like to come.'

The man's face lightened. 'Ay, that I will, if it ain't fur off; my legs
are that stiff and sore. I don't want much walking.'

'It isn't very far.' Then, as they moved off together, Teddy slipped his
little hand confidingly into the big one near him, and continued, 'Do you
know there's going to be a splendid tea for you all in our schoolroom
to-night--have you heard?'

'Ay; the parson was round an hour ago giving out tickets. There's little
to be done in a place like this, and we're too tired to tramp into the
town; so I expect there'll be a tidy few.'

'The corporal came to tea at our house the other night. He's a friend of
yours, isn't he?'

'The best friend I've got,' was the hearty answer. 'Ay, lad, there's few
of his sort in the Army; for one that tries to help us on a bit there's
ten that tries to drag us down!'

'I suppose,' said Teddy dreamily, 'that, after all, the Queen's army
isn't so nice to be in as the army I belong to? Does your captain help
you when you're in trouble?'

'He helps us to pack-drill, or C. B., or cells!' replied Tim Stokes with
grim humour.

This needed to be explained to Teddy, who went on after it was made clear
to him: 'Ah! my Captain always helps me. Mr. Upton says when I do wicked
things and get beaten by the enemy, I must call out to my Captain, and He
will come at once and help me.'

'I reckon I've heard tell of your Captain, then, for that fellow Saxby is
always dinning it into me; but I can't come to religion nohow--I can't
make head or tail of it. I tell you, youngster, I've been having an awful
time lately, and I can't keep to it. I'm certain sure the drink will do
for me again. I can't keep away from it much longer, and this march'll
see the end of my teetotal ways, I'm thinking.'

'And won't my Captain help you?'

'I'm not a hand at prayers and psalm-singing.'

'I wish you'd talk to Mr. Upton; he made me enlist a short time ago, and
I've been ever so much happier since I did it.'

They were walking across the field leading to the farm, and as they came
to the stile the soldier leant heavily on it. Turning his face full on
the child, he said determinedly, 'I'm not a-goin' to talk to any Mr.
Upton or no one about it. I'd as lief hear you as a parson. You mind me
of a little brother of mine that died ten years ago. "Tim," he said,
just afore he went, "Tim, will you meet me in heaven?" He was the only
one I ever loved, and I've lived a dog's life since!'

His eyes were moist with feeling, and for a minute Teddy looked at him
silently in pitying wonder. Then he said, 'Look here, Bouncer, this is
what Mr. Upton said to me. He told me Jesus had died for me, and how
dared I keep from being His soldier when He loved me so? You know that,
don't you?'

'Ay, so Saxby tells me; but it don't make no difference.'

'No more it didn't to me,' continued the boy eagerly, 'until I went to
God and enlisted. I did it quite by myself in the wood. You do it too,
Bouncer--you give yourself to God as His soldier, and He'll take you and
keep you.'

'I've been too bad; it keeps me wakeful at nights, the very
thinkin' of it!'

'But won't God forgive you if you ask Him to?'

'Saxby says so; but I don't know. The fact is, a soldier can't be a
Christian in the Army.'

'I don't believe you want to be one of God's soldiers,' said Teddy in a
disappointed tone; 'you keep making 'scuses!'

There was silence; then Tim Stokes heaved a heavy sigh.

'I won't come no further, youngster; I ain't in a mind to-day to see
company, but I'll be at the tea to-night.'

'Oh, Bouncer, do come!' and Teddy's eyes filled with tears. 'You promised
you would. I do want you to see mother and granny!'

But Tim wheeled round and strode off with something like a sob in his
throat. Teddy had little idea of the mighty conflict in his breast. The
child's words had awakened many memories, and Tim was at that stage now
when the powers of good and of evil were contending for his soul.

'He don't believe I want it, for I keep making excuses!' muttered the
poor man. 'Ay, I do; but I haven't got over the longing to be different.
I'd cut off my right hand, I do believe, if I could be as Saxby is. I
can't bring myself up to the point; that's it!'

Meanwhile, poor little Teddy crept indoors with a sad face, to announce
to his mother the failure of his mission.

'He was nearly here, mother--just the other side of the hedge
outside--and yet he turned back!'




CHAPTER VII

Uplifted and Cast Down


It was a bright, cheery gathering a few hours later. Mr. Upton had
thrown his whole heart into the scheme, and had been round with his
tickets to a few outlying inns, where more of the men were billeted, so
that there were altogether over forty redcoats assembled. Mrs. John and
two other neighbours were in charge of the tea and coffee, and Teddy and
Nancy, with one or two other children, as a special favour, were allowed
to help to wait on the guests. The tables were decorated with flowers;
meat-pies, cold beef and ham sandwiches disappeared in a marvellous
manner, and the cakes and bread-and-butter with watercress were equally
appreciated. Towards the end of the meal several ladies came forward and
sang, and one or two part-songs were also given by some of the guests
staying at the Hall.

'Now,' said Colonel Graham in his brisk, hearty tones, 'before we have a
few words from Mr. Upton, I should like to tell you how glad I am to see
the redcoats about me once more. I know your regiment well, for my own,
the 10th Hussars, lay with it in Colchester ten years ago. I am sure you
have all enjoyed your tea, but perhaps you do not know who was the
instigator of the whole thing. We must thank Mr. Upton for his untiring
zeal and energy in making arrangements; we must thank the ladies for
trying to make the evening pleasant by their songs; but we must thank a
little man here, I am given to understand, for the proposal in the first
instance.'

And to Teddy's intense surprise the colonel swung him up on the impromptu
platform, to receive a deafening round of applause.

He made a pretty picture as the light fell on his golden curls and
sparkling blue eyes; his cheeks were flushed with excitement, but he bore
himself bravely, and he held his head erect as he faced the crowded room.

'He will speak to you better than I can,' the colonel added, with a
smile, 'for I'm a poor speaker myself. I'm the old soldier here to-night,
and my fighting days are past; his are all in the future, and he looks
forward to wear the red coat with the rest of you. I hope he'll bear as
brave a part in the Service as his father did before him. Now, my boy,
have you anything to say?'

'It will turn his head,' murmured Mrs. John to herself; but her mother's
heart swelled with pride as his clear voice rang out,--

'It wasn't I who thought about the tea, it was Corporal Saxby,' (cheers).
'I haven't anything to say, unless you'd like me to tell you father's
story. I've told it once to-day, but you weren't all there. May I, sir?'

'Certainly,' was the colonel's amused reply.

Teddy had never had such an audience before in his life, but he was quite
equal to the occasion. Fingering his button, he began in his usual
impetuous fashion. The very eagerness for his father's deed to be
honoured prevented him from any feelings of self-consciousness, and he
carried his audience by storm.

The ladies were delighted and touched by it, and Mrs. John quietly wiped
some tears from her eyes.

And then Mr. Upton got up. His dreamy manner in speaking was absent now,
and he spoke straightly and forcibly to those in the Queen's service of
the battle to be waged with sin. Touching on their special difficulties
and temptations, he told them how absolutely impossible it was for them
to be, in their own strength, a match for the devil with all the powers
of evil at his back, and how the same Saviour who died for them, would
keep them, and lead them on to certain victory, if they would but enlist
in His service. Nothing could exceed the attention with which he was
listened to, and the evening ended by their rising to their feet and
singing 'God Save the Queen.' Then a sergeant rose to propose a vote of
thanks, cheers were given, and all departed, greatly pleased with their
evening. Teddy slipped up to Tim Stokes on going out.

'Shall I see you again?' he asked.

'I shall be busy to-morrow; we march out at eight in the morning.'

'Oh, I shall come and see you off.'

Tim lingered, then laying his hand heavily on the boy's fair curls, he
said, 'God bless you, little chap! I've done it.'

Teddy's eyes lit up at once. 'Have you--really and truly?'

He nodded. 'My heart's full, and I can't speak of it, but I was away near
the woods there by myself before the tea, and it's all right with me. I
only wonder I didn't do it before. I wouldn't yield, that's the fact.
Don't forget to pray for me, youngster.'

And he dashed out after his comrades, as if ashamed to show his emotion.

Teddy called his mother to him when in bed that night.

'Mother, I will be a soldier, I'm certain sure I will; but I'm very glad
I can be one of God's soldiers without waiting to grow up. And I think I
shall be a recruiting sergeant for God now; I'm sure He wants lots more
soldiers, doesn't He?'

'Indeed He does, my boy. Now go to sleep; you have had a very exciting
day.'

'But the best of all is,' said Teddy sleepily, 'that Bouncer has
enlisted.'

There was quite a crowd of villagers and children the next morning round
the Hare and Hounds. The soldiers were drawn up outside, waiting for the
approach of their regiment from the town to fall in and march on with
them. Teddy and Nancy were, of course, there; the little girl, in spite
of her alleged disdain of soldiers, was delighted to be in their
vicinity. Teddy could not get near his friend Bouncer, but he received a
friendly nod from him in the distance, and as for Bouncer's face, it was
like sunshine itself, a marked contrast to the day before. As the band
was heard approaching, cheers were given to the men now leaving, and a
tall corporal who had much enjoyed his tea the night before stooped to
ask of Nancy, who was standing close to him, 'What's the name of that
curly-headed youngster who got us the tea?'

Nancy looked up at him mischievously: 'The button-boy! That's what I call
him, and I shan't never call him anything else!'

Then the corporal's voice rang out clear and loud,--

'Three cheers for the little button-boy !' which was taken up
enthusiastically by the soldiers, and Teddy hardly knew whether he was on
his head or heels from excitement and delight. But he had to pay a
penalty for his prominent position. From that day the title of the
'button-boy' stuck to him, and it became his nickname in the village by
all who knew him.

On came the regiment, with the colours flying and the band playing in the
most orthodox style, and Teddy was bitterly disappointed when the warning
bell of school prevented him from marching along the road with them.

The schoolmaster was very lenient with the boys that morning, or else
they would have been in dire disgrace, for lessons were imperfectly
learned and said, and never had he found it so difficult to keep their
attention.

But if Teddy was inattentive and careless at school, he was doubly
troublesome at home, and for the next few days his mother's fears were
realised. The excitement of all that had taken place seemed to have quite
turned his head for the time. He jumped on Kate Brown's back--the hired
girl--when she was carrying two pails of milk to the dairy, and the
contents of both pails were spilt and wasted; he shut up a fighting
bantam cock and the stable cat into a barn, and left them fighting
furiously; he locked one of the farm-labourers in a hayloft, and pulled
away the ladder, so that he was not released for hours, and he proved
such an imp of mischief in the house that even his mother meditated
handing him over to his uncle to be whipped.

At last it came to a climax in school. He brought a lot of young frogs
in a handkerchief, put some of them in the master's desk, and amused
himself at intervals by slipping the others down the backs of the boys
seated in front of him. His corner was the most unruly one in the room,
and whilst waiting for another class to come down he began one of his
stories in a whisper to a most interested audience.

'I went to see a goblin once that I heard of. He lived in a tub on the
seashore, and he lived by gobbling up schoolmasters and governesses. He
used to cut their hair off, scrape them well like a horse-radish, and
then begin at their toes and gobble them up till he got to their
heads--their heads he boiled in a saucepan for soup. The boys and girls
used to bring their masters, when they didn't--'

'Edward Platt!'

Never had the master's voice sounded so stern. The frogs were
discovered!--and his wrath was not appeased by seeing the cluster
of heads round Teddy, and catching a few words of the delicious
story going on.

Teddy started to his feet.

'Who put these frogs here?'

'I did, sir.' The answer was boldly given.

'Come here!'

And amidst the sudden hush that fell on all the boys, Teddy walked up to
the master's desk with hot cheeks and bent head.

'Edward Platt, for the last three days you have been incorrigible. I
have kept you in, and given you extra tasks, but neither has had any
effect. Now I shall have to do what I have never yet done to you. Hold
out your hand.'

Teddy's head was raised instantly, and holding himself erect he bore
unflinchingly the three or four sharp strokes with the cane that the
master thought fit to give him.

'Now,' said the master, 'you can go home. I will dispense with your
attendance for the rest of this morning.'

Teddy walked out without a word: he felt the disgrace keenly, but it was
the means of bringing him to himself, and rushing away to a secluded
corner in a field he flung himself down on the ground and sobbed as if
his heart would break. Half an hour after his uncle, happening to pass
through that field, came across him.

'Why, Ted, what be the matter?' he inquired as he lifted him to his feet.

Teddy's tear-stained face and quivering lips touched him so, that he sat
down on a log of wood near, and drew him between his knees.

'Are you feeling bad--are you hurt?' was the next question; and then
Teddy looked up, and in a solemn voice asked, 'What does the Queen do
when her soldiers are beaten instead of getting a victory?'

'I--I'm sure I doan't know. I can't remember the time when we was beaten.
I reckon she's sorry for them.'

'Doesn't she turn them out of her army?'

'Why, noa!'

'What does God do when His soldiers leave off fighting, and knock under
to their enemy?'

'I reckon He's sorry too.'

Dimly Jake Platt began to see the drift of the child's questions. Teddy
shook his curly head mournfully. 'I'm sure He'll have to turn soldiers
out of His army if they give up fighting, and let the banner drag in the
dust, and just let the enemy do what they like with them. Why, I've done
worse than that!'--here he clenched his little fists and raised his voice
excitedly--'I've gone with the enemy, I've joined Ipse, and that's being
a deserter, and now I shan't never, never be able to get back again!'

His uncle looked sorely puzzled.

'Why ain't you at school? What have you been a'doin'?'

Teddy told him all in a despairing tone, adding,--

'I can't meet mother--I've been caned, and--and I've disgraced my
button!'

Here his tears burst out afresh.

'Look here,' said his uncle slowly, 'I won't say but what you've been a
bad boy--your mother herself has been in sore trouble about you this last
day or two; but if we gets a fall in the mud it ain't much good stopping
there; the only thing is to pick ourselves up agen, get ourselves
cleaned, and then start agen and walk more carefully. Can't you do that?'

'I'm a deserter,' sobbed the boy; 'my Captain won't have me back. I've
disgraced Him, I've disgraced my banner, I've disgraced my button!'

'Your Captain will pick you up, I'm thinkin', if you ask Him. He'll clean
you up fust-rate, and set you on your legs agen.'

'Will He?' And hope once more began to dawn in the dim blue eyes.

'Of course He will. I ain't good at verses and such like, but I do
remember this one--"Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as
white as snow." Won't that one fit you?'

Teddy did not answer. He stood looking up wistfully into the blue sky, as
if unconscious of his uncle's presence, and then he sighed. 'I think I'd
rather be alone, Uncle Jake.'

Jake left him without a word, and went home to prepare Mrs. John for what
had happened.'

She was much distressed, but, like a sensible woman, took the right view
of the case.

'He wanted to be pulled up sharp; my poor boy, is he much hurt?'

The caning was such a minor point of Teddy's grief that Jake confessed to
knowing nothing about it. Mrs. Platt was inclined to be indignant with
the schoolmaster.

'Such a tiny little chap as he is, so full of feeling and nerves--he
hadn't ought to have done it.'

Yet only that morning she herself had almost given him a sound whipping
for one of his mad pranks!

Shortly after Teddy crept in, and shutting the door behind him, put his
back against it.

'Mother, granny,' he said, 'I've been an awful boy at school this
morning, and I'm in disgrace. I've been caned.'

His tone was tragic, then he added slowly, 'But I'm very sorry, and I'm
sorry I've been so naughty at home, and I'm going to start again, because
my Captain has forgiven me.'

And then Mrs. John did the wisest thing she could do. She asked no
questions, but got some warm water and took him off to wash his face and
hands. She saw the red marks across the little hand, but refrained from
making much of it; and then, after putting his curly head in order, she
drew it to her shoulder, and putting her arms round him, she said,--

'My sonny, mother is so glad her little son feels his naughtiness. She
has been praying much for him to-day. And now tell me all about it.'




CHAPTER VIII

In the Clover Field


'Please, Mrs. Platt, can I see Teddy?'

'I think he is out in the clover field. Don't you be romping round with
him now, for he's taken his Sunday book out, and is as quiet as can be.'

It was Nancy who was standing at the farmhouse door one lovely Sunday
evening. Old Mrs. Platt was the only one at home, and she motioned with
her hand where her little grandson would be found.

Nancy discovered him a few minutes later, lying full length in the
sweet-scented clover, an open book before him. When he raised his face to
hers, it wore his most angelic look.

'Hulloo! what have you come here for?' he asked.

'To talk to you,' and, without more ado, Nancy squatted down beside him.
'What are you doing?' she went on; 'and what's your Sunday book?'

'It's the _Pilgrim's Progress_. I love it; don't you? I haven't been
reading it though for a long time. I've been having a beautiful make-up.'

'Tell me,' and Nancy's tone was eager.

Teddy looked away to the purple hills in the distance, and beyond and
above them to the soft evening sky, with its delicate fleecy clouds
flitting by, and taking every imaginable form and shape as they did so.

The dreamy, far-away look came into his eyes as he said slowly,--

'It's a Sunday make-believe, quite one to myself, and I've never told it
to any one. I can only tell it to myself out of doors, when it's still
and quiet, and then I feel sometimes it's quite real!'

'Do tell me,' pleaded Nancy coaxingly.

'Well, it's getting to heaven--after I'm got there, you know.'

Nancy's eyes grew big with awe.

'Shall I tell you how I begin it?'

She nodded, and Teddy, turning over on his side, brought forth another
book--a New Testament.

Turning to an open page he began to read with great emphasis,--

'"And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and
showed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven
from God."'

'That's the Bible,' said Nancy.

'Yes; now listen. I'm lying here in this field; it's very, very still. I
hear a little rustle behind. I don't look round, and then, flash! comes a
beautiful white angel. Now he's standing in front of me.'

'What's he like?'

'He's dressed in white shiny stuff, and he has very white feathery
wings. His face is smiling. He has eyes like mother's, and hair like
Sally White's.'

'Flaxen, mother says it is,' put in Nancy.

'Yes; he stands quite still. Hush! hear him!--"Teddy, I've come to fetch
you to heaven." And then I stand up. I listen hard, but I don't say
anything. He says, "You haven't been altogether a good soldier, but the
Captain says He wants you. Come along." Then I get up and sit myself
between his wings, and put my arms round his neck, and he begins to go
up. I see mother, and granny, and Uncle Jake, and I wave my hand to
them, and mother throws a kiss at me and calls out, "Give my love to
father," and away we go, over our fields and across the high road, and
over Farmer Green's fields, and then we fly right to the top of that
mountain over there!'

'Do let me come, too!' said Nancy. 'I want to be on the angel's back
with you.'

'P'raps you can follow behind on another angel; I want mine all to
myself. We get up to the top of the mountain, then I stand down on
the ground.'

'And me, too!' put in Nancy.

'You mustn't keep stopping me; I can't feel it if you do. I stand
there, and I think at first I can't see nothing but a lot of little soft
clouds, one above the other, just like those over there; but the angel
says, "Put your foot on one of them, and then on the next one--they're
the steps to heaven!"'

'Oh!' gasped Nancy, following it with keen reality; 'you'll tumble!'

'I don't; it's like putting your foot in cotton wool. I go up--I have to
go quite by myself, but the angel comes behind, to see I don't fall. And
then he says, "Look up; don't you see the gates?" And then I look, and I
see them--shining gold gates, very big, and covered with jewels like Mrs.
Graham wears on her fingers. I go up and up, and then I'm there.'

'Is that all?'

'Why, that's just the beginning. I'm only outside. The gates are shut,
but when they see me coming, two more angels come and swing them wide
open, and I'm feeling rather frightened, but I walk in. There's a long
wide street made like the gates, and I walk very carefully, for fear of
slipping down, then I see a lot of angels coming along with trumpets, and
then they go first and begin to play like the soldiers' band. I march on
to a very, very, very big door, and there on the steps leading up stands
my Captain.'

Teddy paused. 'I can't tell you what He's like, but I feel what He's
like myself. Such a loving, kind face, and He puts His hand on my head
and says, "Well done, Teddy!" And then I take hold of His hand, and I
think I cry.'

Matter-of-fact Nancy sees with surprise that Teddy's eyes are filling
with tears at the thought.

He went on softly, 'I think He takes me up in His arms then, because I'm
very tired, and He carries me into the most beautiful garden you ever saw
in your life, and He takes me to father, who is waiting there.'

'Tell me what the garden's like.'

Teddy does not speak; he is full of the meeting with his father, and
Nancy waits a little impatiently.

'The garden is lovely,' he said at last, drawing in a breath of delight
at the thought. 'It's always sunny and warm, the grass is very soft and
green, and there's every flower in the world all bunched up together. The
seats are made of roses, and if you want to go to sleep, the pillows are
made up of violets; there's a beautiful river, and trees full of apples
and oranges, and plums and pears; the banks are red--they're made of
strawberries.'

'Oh,' gasped Nancy, 'how lovely!'

'There are summer-houses, and little white boats to row on the river, and
gold harps hanging up on the trees; and then I think, I hope, there are
lots of dogs running about, and then you can ride all day on lions, and
tigers, and bears, and they won't bite you, but lick your hands.'

'Go on. What else?'

'Then we stand up and sing hymns when my Captain comes by, and we
play on the harps, and blow the trumpets as much as ever we like. I
think my Captain sometimes comes and sits down and talks to us and
tells us stories.'

There was silence; then Nancy said, 'Is that all?'

'That's enough for you,' said Teddy, a little condescendingly. 'I think
and make believe a lot more.'

'I want to go to heaven,' Nancy said thoughtfully.

Then Teddy came back to earth.

'Have you enlisted yet?' he asked.

'I'm not going to be a soldier,' said Nancy quickly.

'Well, you'll never get to heaven if you don't fight for our Captain now.
He won't let you inside the gates unless you belong to Him. Girls can
fight just as much as boys.'

'Of course they can. I can fight as well as you, button-boy!'

'Why don't you fight your enemy, then?'

'What enemy?'

'My enemy is called Ipse. He's a dreadful trouble to me. You've got
yours--the thing inside you that makes you want to do naughty things;
you've got to fight it, and do the good things instead. I've had two
fights with Ipse to-day.'

'Have you? Do tell me!'

'You mustn't tell any one, then. It was in church this morning. There was
an old woman in front of me, and she'd untied her bonnet, and the ribbons
fell over in our pew. She went fast asleep in the sermon, and nodded her
head back till it almost tumbled off her head, and Ipse thought if I
would put out my hand and just give a tiny, weeny pull at the ribbon, it
would come right off!'

Nancy clapped her hands. 'Why didn't you? What fun!'

'I wanted to let Ipse have his way dreadful, but I remembered I must
fight him, and I did. I asked my Captain to help me, and then I put both
my hands in my pockets, and screwed up my eyes tight. But I was glad when
she woke up and tied her bonnet on again.'

'That was much gooder than I could have been. What's the other
fight you had?'

'Uncle Jake brought some fresh honey from the hives, and he put it on a
plate in the window in the kitchen. He said when he went out of the room,
"Don't touch that, Teddy," as I was waiting for mother to come to church
with me, and I went up and looked at it. Ipse said to me, "Just put one
finger in it." And I had to fight him very hard over that, but I ran away
out of the room.'

'And do you always fight him hard?'

'No; I often forget till it's too late. Mother said I must ask my Captain
to make me remember. I do ask Him a lot to help me.'

'I don't think I like that sort of fighting.'

'Nancy, I wish you'd give yourself to God as His soldier.' Teddy turned
round earnestly as he spoke.

'I think,' said Nancy slowly, 'I like to be naughty best.' Then she
added, with quick change of tone, 'My father is coming home soon, and
he'll come to see us here. Then you'll see what a grand sailor he is. He
is much grander than your father was.'

'My father was an officer,' said Teddy proudly.

'So's my father; he is a first-class petty officer'; and Nancy brought
out the words slowly and with much emphasis.

'My father was a non-commissioned officer,' said Teddy, determining not
to be beaten; 'he was a full sergeant.'

'My father gives orders to all the sailors, and they have to do what he
tells them.'

'So did my father, and he led the soldiers through a battle.'

'My father will fight in twenty battles before he dies, and yours only
fought in one.'

'My father is in heaven, and that's the grandest place to be in.'

Coming to this climax was too much for Nancy, and the thoughts of
that place of which they had been having so much talk subdued their
rising ire.

Teddy said reproachfully, after a minute's silence, 'Ipse was nearly
getting angry with you then. You're such a dreadful girl for making me
quarrel with you.'

'You won't let me say my father is as good as yours,' protested Nancy.

'He isn't better. Yes--don't get angry, Nancy; let's say they're just
the same.'

And with this admission Nancy was for the time pacified.

Before they parted she looked at her little companion with solemn eyes.

'I won't promise, but I'll think about belonging to the Captain. I should
like to go to heaven.'

It was one day soon after this that Teddy was straying over the fields in
his happy, careless fashion; fond as he was of games with the village
boys, often there were times when he liked his own society best, and he
wandered on talking to himself, and gathering grass and wild-flowers as
he went. His quick eyes soon noted some sheep making their way through a
gap in the hedge, and from thence they were going through an open gate
into the high road.

'Those are Farmer Green's sheep,' quoth he to himself. 'I'm glad of
it--horrid old man he is! No, Ipse, be quiet; that isn't the way to
think of him. I'll go and drive them back again!'

And he trotted off with this intention; but it is much more difficult to
get sheep into their rightful place than out of it, and this Teddy found
to his cost. His face was hot and red, his voice hoarse with shouting,
and then, to his consternation, Farmer Green appeared on the scene.

'You young vagabond,' he shouted, springing towards him, a thick stick in
hand, 'leave my sheep alone! How dare you come on my premises? You're
always after some fresh trick or other.'

Teddy stood still till he came up to him, then looked up frankly at him.

'Indeed, sir, I was trying to drive them back through their hole again.
Look, that's where they broke through.'

'A likely story! Much more probable you made the hole yourself.'

Teddy's blood rushed into his face. 'I never tell a lie!' he cried, 'and
you're a--'

He stopped, and hung his head in shame at the word that almost
slipped from him.

Jonathan Green looked curiously at him.

'Now may I ask what the end of that speech was going to be?' he
said grimly.

Teddy looked up. 'Ipse was going to say you was a liar yourself, but I
just stopped him in time.'

'I shall believe you have a bee in your bonnet, as some folks say,' said
the farmer; 'pray, if the sheep came out of their proper field, what
business was that of yours?'

'I wanted to be good to you. I'm sorry I tied you up that day, dreadful
sorry. And I've got to love you, so I thought it would be a good plan to
send your sheep back again.'

'You've got to love me!' repeated the farmer, opening his eyes in mock
surprise; 'and when did I ask for any of your love, young fellow?'

'I don't suppose you want me to,' observed Teddy cheerfully, as he saw
that the stick, instead of being brandished over his head, was now safely
resting on the ground, 'but I've got to do it, you see, because my banner
I'm holding for my Captain is Love, and I must love everybody.'

The farmer did not answer. Teddy continued earnestly,--

'Do you think you could manage to forgive me, and let us shake hands? It
would make it easier for me to love you if you could.'

There was such honesty of purpose in the blue eyes raised to his, such
wistful curves to the sensitive little lips, that Jonathan Green for the
first time felt the thrall of the child's power.

'Come into the house with me,' he said, 'and I'll see what the missus has
to say to you.'

Teddy followed him without the slightest misgiving, and he was led into
the farmhouse kitchen, where Mrs. Green sat knitting over the fire, and
one of her daughters was laying the cloth for tea.

'Mary Ann, here's the scamp of the village come to see you; keep him here
till I come back. I'm after some stray sheep'; and shutting the door with
a bang the farmer disappeared.

Teddy shook hands with the old lady and the young one, and then seated
himself in the big chair opposite Mrs. Green.

'What have you been doing?' the latter inquired; 'how is it your mother
can't keep you out of mischief?'

'I haven't been in mischief, really I haven't'; and poor Teddy felt the
truth of the saying, 'Give a dog a bad name, and hang him.'

He tried to tell his story, and then when that did not seem to be
understood, he deftly changed the subject.

'What does Farmer Green like best in the world?' he asked.

This astonishing question struck Mrs. Green dumb, but her daughter
Natty laughed.

'Gooseberry pudding!' she said. 'Now then, what's the next question?

But Teddy was silent, and not another word did he say till the farmer
came in again.

'This youngster is on the tack of reforming himself, Mary Ann,' said
Jonathan, sitting down in the chair that Teddy immediately vacated upon
his entrance; 'do you believe it?'

'I have no faith in boys,' said Mrs. Green, with a shake of her head,
'they're all alike, and are always taking you unawares!'

'You hear what the missus says; you won't get no help from that quarter.
But I'll give you a chance; would you like to stop to tea with us?'

Teddy smiled. 'Thank you, sir, but mother will expect me home to tea; may
I go now? And do you forgive me for what I did the other day?'

Farmer Green stretched out a hard horny hand, and took the boy's small
one. 'Here's my hand on't!' he said with his grim smile. 'I may be a fool
for believing you, but if you're sorry for the past, I won't be the one
to rake it up.'

Teddy's upward look was so full of innocence that he received a clap on
the shoulder.

'Run along; you've made your peace with me.'

And speeding away Teddy whispered to himself,--

'I shall ask mother to make it, and I shall pick the gooseberries myself,
and then he'll know I love him!'

Farmer Green was much bewildered a few days after at receiving a parcel
which was left at his house by some boys on their way back from school;
he was still more puzzled when upon opening it, it proved to be a
gooseberry pudding in a basin, with a piece of paper attached to it, and
these words in very shaky writing, 'I send you my love.--Teddy.'

But his daughter was able to enlighten him, and they had a hearty laugh
over Teddy's mode of confirming the treaty of friendship.




CHAPTER IX

Lost


Our little soldier had his ups and downs, but on the whole he was
making steady progress, and his mother was thankful to see his
increased thoughtfulness and gentleness. He was not less merry and
joyous, he was still the leader of the village sports, but he was
learning how to control his mischievous propensities and to restrain
his hasty words and actions. Nancy was a great trial to him sometimes,
and yet, though the two were ceaselessly involved in arguments and
differences, they could not keep apart for long. Nancy's father
arrived, and Teddy had the privilege of being invited to tea, and of
hearing the most wonderful yarns from the big brown-bearded man, who,
though outwardly rough in voice and manner, had a very soft corner in
his heart for his little daughter.

Teddy listened and admired, and satisfied Nancy by his evident
appreciation of the sea stories; but when he reached home, and was asked
about his visit, he said emphatically,--

'Nancy's father is very nice, but he's nothing like the picture I've got
of father, with his red coat and sash and sword, and his voice is so
gruff and hoarse, and he shouts so loud, and I shall never, never think
sailors are better than soldiers!'

It was after Nancy's father had left her, and when the bright summer days
were beginning to close, that one afternoon Teddy and Nancy were fishing
together. At least that was their intention, but any one seeing them
sitting on the low stone bridge over the river, with their lines dangling
carelessly in the water, and their merry laughter and voices ringing out
continually, would not be surprised if their fishing did not meet with
success. At last they clambered down and wandered along the tow-path, and
then suddenly Nancy drew Teddy's attention to his button.

'Why, it's nearly coming off; you'll lose it!' she cried.

'I told mother it was getting loose yesterday. She says she is always
sewing it on. I think I'll take it right off and put it in my pocket.
Whatever should I do if I was to lose it?'

He was jerking at it as he spoke, and it slipped from his grasp and
rolled away on the path. It was too great a temptation for Nancy. Like
lightning she was after it, and a moment after stood upright and
exultant, with the button clenched tightly in her little hand.

'Give it to me at once!' demanded Teddy, quivering all over with
excitement.

Nancy's brown eyes sparkled with mischief.

'Aha! little button-boy, I've got it at last, and I shall take it home
and have it sewed on _my_ jacket.'

'I shall fight you,' cried Teddy, 'if you don't give it up at once!
It isn't yours. You would be a thief if you kept it. Give it to me
this minute!'

'Shall I throw it into the river?' questioned the saucy little maiden.

Teddy darted forward, and then began a tussle. He tried to wrench her
hands apart, and she exerted all her strength to keep them closed.
Suddenly, with a triumphant cry from Teddy, as Nancy's fingers were
beginning to yield, the button was liberated with such force that it
flew violently out, and splash into the river it went! Nancy gave a cry,
but without a word or sound Teddy plunged in head foremost after it. It
was done without a thought. He was a good swimmer, and for a minute
Nancy watched him in breathless silence. But when his little head rose
out of the water he seemed half stupefied, and cried out in a weak
voice, 'Help! I'm drowning!' then sank again. Nancy set up a shout then
of frantic agony, and a carter coming over the bridge fortunately heard
her, and came to the rescue, not a moment too soon. He threw off his
coat and heavy boots, and plunged in just as Teddy's curly head rose for
the third and last time. It did not take long to bring him to shore, but
he lay in the carter's arms limp and lifeless, and Nancy burst into an
agony of tears.

'He's dead! he's dead, and I've killed him!' she cried.

The carter wasted no time in trying to restore animation to the little
frame, but all his efforts were unavailing, and at last he said, 'I'll
put him in my cart, and drive as fast as I can to the doctor's. It isn't
more than a mile off, if so be that he's at home. You go home and fetch
his mother as fast as you can.'

Nancy raced off, sobbing as she went, and she was in such a state of
excitement that when at length she burst open the farmhouse door she
seemed to have lost her speech.

Mrs. John saw her face, and started forwards. 'It's Teddy!' she cried;
'what has happened?'

'He's at--he's going to the doctor's dead!' she gasped, then fell
breathless to the floor. Without a word Mrs. John snatched up a shawl,
and with white, set face, and lips moving in agonised prayer, she flew
along the road to the doctor's. She was shown into the room where the
doctor was hard at work; but Teddy lay like a waxen image, with the
sweetest smile on his lips, his fair curls clustering round his brow, and
only an ugly bump amongst the curls told the reason of his sinking under
the water again so suddenly.

In breathless silence the mother stood and watched. 'Don't give him up,
doctor!' she cried, as at last the doctor straightened himself and
paused, looking at the mother sorrowfully. He shook his head, but set to
work again, trying artificial respiration, and leaving no effort untried
to bring back the life that had apparently departed.

And then there came the moment when his efforts met with success, for
placing his hand against the little heart he felt a feeble throb. He
redoubled his efforts; the breath began to appear, a faint colour tinged
the blue lips, and at last the heavy eyelids raised, and a faint voice
said, 'Mother!'

Mrs. John sank on her knees. 'Thank God!' was all she said, and then
she fainted.

Much later in the evening Teddy was placed in his own little bed at home;
but though alive, his condition was most critical, and he lay in a heavy
stupor, from which it seemed impossible to rouse him. The doctor said he
must have struck his head against a stone when first he dived into the
river, and this had produced concussion of the brain. Nancy had been
taken home before he came, but the news was brought to her that he was
still alive, though in great danger, and that was a great comfort to her
poor little sorrowful soul.

For many days he lay between life and death. The inquiries after him
from every one of his schoolfellows, the Hall, and the different farms
and places round, told his mother how much her little son had been
beloved. And when on the following Sunday Mr. Upton gave out, in a
faltering voice, 'The prayers of this congregation are desired for
Edward Platt, who is very dangerously ill,' there was not a dry eye in
the church, and one or two audible sobs came from the boys' seats in
the gallery.

Mrs. John never left her boy's bedside--night and day she was by him, and
many wondered at her calm peacefulness. After the first great shock, she
had been able to hand over her child into her Father's loving hands, and
rest content with the result; and so she was able, in perhaps the most
anxious time of her life, to look up and say, 'Father, not my will, but
Thine be done.'

The days slowly passed, and still no change for the better. The doctor
came and went with his grave, impenetrable face, and Teddy was still
unconscious. Then doubts began to rise in his mother's heart as to
whether his reason would ever come back, and she stopped the doctor as he
was leaving one morning to ask him the question,--

'If he lives, doctor, will he be an idiot?--my brave, bonny boy! Oh, I
would rather have death for him than that!' And the doctor could only
give her the meagre consolation, 'He may recover yet. I have seen worse
cases than this pull through, and be as bright as ever they were.'

And then, one afternoon, when the setting sun was flooding the room with
a golden glory, the little head turned on the pillow. 'Mother!'

The sound of that word, not uttered since she had seen him in the
doctor's house that first terrible day, was like the sweetest music in
her ear. Stooping over him she met the clear conscious gaze of the
blue eyes.

'So tired, mother! Put your hand under my cheek. Good-night.'

The eyelids closed, and the limbs relaxed in healthy sleep. The
mother sat down, and though her arm became stiff and weary, not a
muscle of it moved.

The doctor came in just before he woke.

'He has spoken; he knew me,' she said; and the doctor nodded and smiled.
And then a minute after the boy raised his head.

'Where am I, mother?' he asked feebly.

'In bed, darling. You've been ill.'

'Where's my button?'

'He'll do,' said the doctor contentedly; 'keep him quiet, and feed him
up.'

And the glad news went round the village that Teddy was getting better.

It was a bright day for the farm when Teddy was brought down in a blanket
and put in the big easy-chair by the fire. His little face and hands
looked very fragile, with the blue veins standing out clearly under the
transparent white skin, but his large eyes shone with light and gladness.
His mother made him comfortable, then left him in his grandmother's
charge for a short time. Old Mrs. Platt had had her share of suffering
during those sad days; her heart was wrapped up in the boy, and perhaps
the greatest trial of all was to stand aloof, and perform her daily work
downstairs, whilst her daughter-in-law had the sole charge of him.

She came across to the chair now, and kneeling down in front of it, said,
with tears in her eyes, as she took his two little hands into hers,
'Granny has sadly missed her pickle all this while.'

And then Teddy put his little arms round her neck and hugged her close,
crushing her cap in the most reckless fashion as he did so.

'I'm getting better every day, granny, and I love you ever so!'

When Mrs. Platt released herself, he went on more soberly, 'I feel very
tipsy on my legs. I asked mother to let me walk just now, but I
couldn't manage very well. I don't think I shall be able to run fast
for a year, shall I?'

'Oh, we'll see you about long before that, please God!'

'And, granny, you know about my sorrow?'

The blue eyes looked wistful at the thought.

'Yes, laddie; but don't think of that now.'

'I told mother I didn't want ever to get well when I first talked about
it. I felt I couldn't live without my button, but she told me that was
wrong; she said it wasn't being a good soldier to wish to die directly
trouble came, and that if I bore my sorrow well God would be pleased. Do
you think I'm bearing it well, granny?'

'Yes, yes,' Mrs. Platt said soothingly. 'Look at those lovely flowers
and grapes that Mrs. Graham sent to you this morning. Wasn't that
kind of her?'

'I don't never forget it,' pursued Teddy, refusing to have the subject
changed; 'but I thought this morning that God could give it to me again,
and so I'm going to ask Him every day till it comes; and do you know,
granny, I think He'll give it to me, only mother says I must be patient.'

Presently he asked, 'Could I see Nancy, one day soon?'

'She comes, on her way to school, every day to ask how you are. Poor
little maid! she's taken on dreadful about your illness, and wouldn't eat
her food when you were so ill. Her mother got quite anxious about her.
We'll send for her in a day or two, if you keep well.' And two days
after Nancy appeared. She came up to the big chair very shyly, and looked
with awe upon Teddy's white, wasted face; then she cried impulsively,--

'Oh, button-boy, will you ever, ever forgive me? If you had died, I
should have killed you!'

'No, you wouldn't,' said Teddy, putting up his face and kissing her. 'I
was just as naughty; I shouldn't have tried to fight with you.'

'I go to the river every day,' Nancy went on sorrowfully, 'and Farmer
Green brought a big net one day and dragged up a lot of stones and
old tin pans, but the button wasn't there. I hope it will be washed
ashore one day, and so I look along the banks, but I haven't seen a
sign of it yet!'

'I'm asking God to give it back to me every day,' said Teddy, with a
little decided nod, 'and I think He'll do it. You ask Him too, Nancy, and
perhaps He'll do it quicker.'

'I've asked God every day to make you better, and I promised Him if He
would do it I would be the Captain's soldier. Yes, I did, and I said I
would give up being a sailor, and be just a soldier, like you are.'

Nancy made this statement with great solemnity, and Teddy beamed
with delight.

'And are you really enlisted?'

'I don't quite know, but I'm trying to be good, and I ask Jesus to help
me every day.'

Then there was silence. Nancy sat down on the rug, and took the large
tabby cat on her lap.

'Did you think you was going to die?' she asked presently.

'I didn't think nothing at all till I woke up, and saw mother crying over
me, and then I felt dreadful tired and ill. I asked her one day where she
would bury me, for I was sure I was much too ill to get better, and
she--well, she smiled, and said God was making me stronger every day. I
didn't feel I was better a bit.'

'Would you like to have died and gone to heaven?'

'Yes,' Teddy answered promptly, 'of course I should. Wouldn't you?'

Nancy shook her head. 'I might if I was quite sure the angel would carry
me safely all the way without dropping me, or leaving me in the clouds
before we got there; but I think I like to live here best. Besides, I
don't think I'm good enough to go to heaven yet.'

'I don't think it's being good gets us to heaven. Jesus died to let us,
you know, like the hymn says,--

"Jesus loves me! He who died
 Heaven's gate to open wide;
 He will wash away my sin,
 Let His little child come in."

Have you asked Him to forgive you, Nancy?'

Nancy nodded. 'Yes, when you was so ill. I felt I had been so wicked that
God was punishing me.'

Here, reverting to more earthly topics, Nancy held up the cat arrayed in
her sailor hat and jacket.

'Look, this is Jack Tar! Doesn't she make a jolly sailor?'

A gleeful, hearty peal of laughter came from Teddy, and was heard in the
adjoining room by his grandmother with comfort. She called Mrs. John.

'Hear that, now! Why, he's getting quite himself again; it does him good
to have a child to talk to. She must come again.'

And this Nancy did, and the roses began to come back to Teddy's cheeks,
and then others of his playfellows were allowed to come and see him.

Certainly no little invalid could have received greater attention than he
did during that time of convalescence. Every day small offerings were
presented at the door by the village children, and very diverse were the
gifts. Sometimes a bunch of wild-flowers, sometimes birds' eggs, marbles,
boxes of chalk, a packet of toffee or barley-sugar, a currant bun, a tin
trumpet, a whistle, a jam tart, a penny pistol, and so on, till his
mother declared she would have to stop taking them in, as they were
getting such an accumulation of them.

'And how is my little fellow-soldier?' asked Mr. Upton, as he came in one
day for his first visit to the little invalid after being downstairs.

'He'll soon be out of hospital,' responded Teddy brightly.

'And is he still fighting for his Captain?'

'I think, sir, Ipse has been very good while I've been ill.'

'He has been lying low, has he? If I mistake not, you will have a brush
with him yet before long, so be on the look-out.'

And Teddy found the good rector's words come true. Days came when he
tried his mother's patience much by his fractiousness and restlessness,
and he was more often the vanquished than the conqueror.

Even Nancy one day remonstrated with him.

'You're nasty and cross to-day. No one pleases you.'

'I want to get out. I'm tired of this old kitchen.'

'If you can't get out, you can't. Being cross won't take you out.' This
logic convinced, but did not comfort.

'I expect your Captain won't come near you when you're cross.' And then
Teddy burst out crying,--

'I'm not a soldier at all. I don't know how to stand fire, and it's all
Ipse, and I'm too tired to fight him!'

Poor little soldier! One above took note of the physical weakness and
weariness, and in His tenderness pitied and forgave.




CHAPTER X

Found


It was winter time, and Teddy was back at school, full of health and
spirits, yet, through all his boyish mirth, the loss of his button was
never forgotten. Daily he prayed for it to be found, and his hope and
faith in God never failed him.

'Perhaps God will send it to me for a Christmas surprise. Perhaps I shall
find it in my stocking on Christmas morning,' he used to say to his
mother; and she told him to pray on.

He had come in from school one cold day in the beginning of December, and
was watching with keen interest the roasting of an apple suspended from a
string in front of the fire, when there was a sharp knock at the door,
and the footman from the Hall appeared.

'The master wants you to let the youngster come up with me now and
speak to him.'

'What about?' questioned Mrs. John, rather alarmed at this summons, and
wondering if Teddy had been up to mischief.

'He won't keep him long.' Then, as excited Teddy began pulling on his
great-coat, he whispered something into his mother's ear, which had the
effect of completely reassuring her, and bringing a pleased smile about
her lips. Teddy was delighted to go up to the Hall, and he trotted along
by the side of the tall young footman, keeping up a brisk conversation
as he went.

'I shall never be a footman,' he was asserting; 'I couldn't keep my
legs so stiff. You're always like the soldiers when they stand at
Attention. Don't you never kick your legs out in the kitchen, or have
you got stiff knees?'

'I can kick out as much as I like,' responded the young man, in rather an
offended tone.

'Don't you think it's nicer to be a soldier? Wouldn't you like to be
one?'

'No; their grub is something shocking, and they live like cattle!'

Teddy would not allow this, and the discussion began to get somewhat
heated, when their arrival at the house put an end to it.

'I say, just tell me, is the colonel angry?' asked Teddy, as looking into
the large, brightly lighted hall, he suddenly felt his diminutive size.

'Not he. Wipe your feet, and take your cap off.'

Teddy stepped in upon the soft rugs almost on tiptoe, and the colonel
himself came out into the hall to meet him. 'Come in, my little man, and
don't be frightened.'

Teddy held his head erect as he followed the colonel into a bright,
cheery room, where a group of ladies and gentlemen were round the fire
enjoying their cup of five o'clock tea.

Mrs. Graham came forward and gave him a kindly greeting.

'This is our would-be soldier,' said Colonel Graham--'the "button-boy,"
as I hear he is called. Some of you remember his story told in our
schoolroom to the regiment passing through in the summer, and we weren't
surprised to hear of his narrow escape from death from trying to regain
his button. But perhaps you've forgotten all about it, youngster? A
button isn't worth much sorrow after the first pang of its loss is over.'

Teddy's face was a picture: the blood rushed up to his forehead, his eyes
flashed, and with clenched hands he said boldly, 'Do you think I could
ever forget my father's button, sir? I'd rather have it back than
anything else in the world! And I'm going to get it back, too!'

'But it's at the bottom of the river, isn't it?'

'I don't know where it is, but God does, and I ask Him every day to send
it back to me. I'm quite sure He will, and I think it will be this
Christmas.'

The ladies exchanged glances.

'"Fact is stranger than fiction," certainly,' said the colonel. 'Now, my
boy, come here.'

He was standing on the hearthrug with his back to the fire, and putting
his hand into his pocket he drew out a small box and placed it in the
child's hand.

'Open it, and tell me if you recognise the contents.'

Teddy lifted the lid, and then a gasp, and a cry of ecstasy broke from
him.

'Oh, my button, my own button! Oh, sir!'

And here the tears welled up in the blue eyes, and, utterly regardless
of the place he was in, he flung himself down on the hearthrug and
buried his head, face foremost, in his arms. He lay there so still for a
moment that Mrs. Graham bent forward to touch him, fearing that the
excitement might be too much for him, but he was only trying to hide his
emotion from those looking on. In another minute he rose to his feet,
and with a face perfectly radiant he turned to, the colonel, 'It's
lovely, sir, it's lovely!'

The colonel had had it set in a little gold framework with blue ribbon
attached, making it look as much like a medal as possible, and Mrs.
Graham now came forward and pinned it to his coat.

'Now, my boy, I don't think you will ever guess how it came into our
possession. The other day I brought home a few fish, and in preparing one
of these for table our cook discovered your button inside it--I wonder
the fish had not come to an untimely end before from such an indigestible
meal! She told us of it, not recognising what a valuable treasure she
had brought to light, and directly we saw it, we knew it was the
redoubtable button that has been the means of causing such interest in
our neighbourhood.'

Teddy listened eagerly. 'No wonder no one couldn't find it!' he said,
fingering his adornment proudly. 'It's like the fish that brought Peter
some money once.'

Then the colonel turned to one of his friends.

'Now, major, what do you think of this youngster? Would you like to take
him as a drummer boy into your regiment?'

The major scanned the boy from head to foot, then answered emphatically,
'I wouldn't take a boy with a face like that for a good deal!'

'Why not?' asked Mrs. Graham.

'Because it's the ruination of them. I shall never forget a pretty boy we
had once; he was called the "cherub," and had been a chorister--sang
divinely. He was only four years in the regiment, and his case was
brought to me before he was discharged. He came to us an angel, and
departed a finished young blackguard. He drank, stole, and lied to any
extent, and was as well versed in vicious sins as any old toper in the
regiment. When I see a fresh drummer brought in, I wonder how long he
will keep his innocence, and sometimes wish his friends could see the
life he is subjected to. I give them a month generally, and then away
flies their bloom and all their home training.'

'But, Major Tracy, you are giving us a shocking idea of the morals in the
Service,' said one lady.

He shrugged his shoulders. 'I grant you, on the whole, they are better
than they were, but the Service is no place for highly strung boys like
this one. The rougher, harder natures get on best. When they get older,
and have sense and strength enough to stick to their principles, then let
them enlist.'

'But I have always heard,' said Mrs. Graham, 'that the drummer boys are
well looked after now. They have a room to themselves, and the chaplains
have classes for them.'

'That may be. I would only ask you to watch a boy, as I have, from the
start, and see what kind of a man he grows into after having spent most
of his early youth in the Service. There are exceptions, I know, but
precious few, as far as my experience goes.'

Teddy did not understand this conversation, but he gathered from the
major's tone that he did not approve of him.

'Do you think I'm too small to be a soldier?' he asked.

The major laughed. 'Don't bother your head about your size,' he said;
'you'll grow, and there's plenty of time before you.'

'I don't want to be a drummer,' said Teddy earnestly; 'I'd rather wait
and be a proper soldier--a soldier that fights.'

'A capital decision--stick to it, little chap, and you have my hearty
approval.'

'You have your father's blood in your veins,' said the colonel, laughing;
'meanwhile, I suppose you try your hand on the village boys, to content
your fighting propensities.'

'No,' said Teddy, a grave look coming into his sunny blue eyes. 'I don't
fight with anybody but Ipse now; he keeps me always busy.'

'Who is Ipse?' asked Mrs. Graham.

'He's my own enemy; Mr. Upton told me about him. You see, I belong to
God's army. He takes very little soldiers. I've been enlisted for months
and months, and Ipse is just another part of me--the bad part!'

There was silence on the little company for a minute, then Major Tracy
said with a laugh, 'What an original little oddity it is!--quite a
character!'

And then Teddy was dismissed. He flew down the avenue home as fast as he
could go. Snow was falling, but he heeded it not, and burst into the
kitchen a little later in a breathless state of excitement.

His mother knew already, so was prepared for his news, but she was not
prepared for the handsome adornment now on her boy's coat, and his
grandmother and uncle were equally pleased and gratified at the
colonel's kindness.

Teddy's prayer of thanksgiving that night touched his mother greatly.

'O God, I do thank You. I knew You would answer me, for You knew how
dreadful it was to live without my button, and You knew how unhappy
my heart was about it, though I tried to be brave, and not talk about
it. Please, do help me to take great care of it, and never let me
lose it again!'

The next morning before breakfast, Teddy ran off to tell Nancy, and to
show her the long-lost treasure. She was quite as delighted as he was,
but said, a few minutes after, 'Button-boy, do you remember telling me
you couldn't live without your-button? You said you'd pine away and die.'

'Yes, I thought I should; but as soon as I began to pray about it I knew
it was coming back, and so I got better.'

'Well,' said Nancy with a sigh, 'I won't ever try to get your button
again; but if you were to die before me, I wonder if you would let me
have it then? I would take great care of it.'

'I meant it to be buried with me,' said Teddy, considering, 'but I don't
mind altering my mind about it, and if you promise not to give it to any
one else, I will let you have it.'

'I promise truly,' vowed Nancy, 'and I told you I wouldn't love you till
you gave it to me, but I will now, because I'm trying to be good!'

'And we'll always remember that soldiers and sailors are just as good as
each other--they're quite even!'

'Yes,' nodded Nancy; 'sailors and soldiers are quite even, and my father
is just as good as your father was!'

Teddy looked a little bit doubtful at this, but wisely refrained from
making any objection to the assertion; and then they parted, Nancy
calling out after him,--

'And when you die, and I get the button, I shall wear it as a brooch!'

'Mother,' said Teddy, a few days after this, as she was paying him her
usual 'good-night' visit, 'it's a very funny thing; but do you know, I
used to wish for an enemy so much, to fight and carry on with, and now
I've got one, and have Ipse to fight with, I'm getting rather tired of
him. Is that wicked? I asked Mr. Upton to-day if I couldn't ever get rid
of Ipse--I mean when I am grown up, but he said I never should
altogether, but that I could keep him well under, so that he wouldn't
trouble me so. He does trouble me a lot now'

'Soldiers must never get tired of fighting, sonny, and you have your
Captain to help you.'

'Yes; and I suppose when I get bigger and stronger it will be much
easier, won't it? Mother, do you have any fighting? Have you got an
enemy like me?'

'Yes, indeed I have, my boy.'

'But you're never beaten, are you? You never do anything wrong!'

'I don't get into mischief, and disobey orders, perhaps,' Mrs. John
said, smiling; 'but I have lots of difficulties and temptations that
you know little about, sonny, and I am afraid I very often get beaten
by the enemy.'

Teddy pondered over this. 'When I get to heaven I shan't have to fight
with Ipse, shall I?'

'No, darling; there will be no fighting with sin there.'

Teddy smiled. 'Perhaps my Captain will think I've been nearly as brave as
father if I fight Ipse hard till I die.'

'There is a verse in the Bible that says, "He that ruleth his spirit is
better than he that taketh a city." Mother would rather have her little
son fight God's battles than be the bravest soldier in the Queen's army.'

'But,' said Teddy, 'I mean to do both; and now, mother, just before I go
to sleep, give me father's button to kiss!'


FINIS.





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