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THE THREE BLUE COATS: A CHRISTMAS TAL1. The story which T am going to tell to yon was not toH to tne hv a story-telling aunt who had nothing better to du; DGr by one of a paivy of snowed-up travellers nor round the table of a ship's cabin to relieve the ted um of a dreary Christmas night at sea. The narrator was a man in the prime of life. a gentleman of fortune, awl lIe. the listeners, were Christmas guests at his hospitable mansion. A pleasant hfm"e to vit was *• The Retreat at Waltham- Btow, and a pleasant host was Harry Leslie. It was not he- cause there was a lack of entertainments that we were driven on this night to story telling, but we had exhausted very many of the ordinary Chris: nws amusements we wanted a rest m the dancing, and we were in that peculiar stagu of hibbledylioyhood which is very much ashamed oi doing finy- thing childish. Therefore somebody proposed that we should do as the Christmas finlJuals suggestell that everybody did, and a" storytelling seemed rather a pleasant, find indeed dignified method of spending an hour, that somebody was at once hailed as a public benefactor. Unfortuuately our in- vention was nnt equal to our ambition, and our lucky illca was very nearly proving a failure, when our host came to our rescue If you don't know stories," said he "make them. T shall give yon It subject. Y 011 paw that ohl chst which stands beside the window in the library guess the history of it if you can, *xiid if you do not succeed I shall tell you alterwards what it contains, IInd the life story which attaches to the contents." The hox in question was a queerly-shaped chest, and althouh s11ch of us as had seen it frequently had ceased to remark in it anything peculiar, yet a stranger could not fail to notice it, and to think it an ugly addition to a handsomely "u11Îshed 1íhrary. That there was a reason for its prescuce | that particular spot, none of us doubted, and that a story "i(1 attach to it w.is equally certain, but all onr secret ÜI- quiries and open remaiks had failtd to elicit it. Some of us, therefore, may have guessed wide of the mark through a desire to satisfy curiosity and to learn a family secret. The chest was shaped precisely like the rough boxe3 in wh'ch sailors carry their clothes. Uke them it had sloping sidts, nd two rope handles but, unlike them, it was made of solid mahogany, and was unskilfnlly embellished with brass. headed nails. A ship's carpenter had evidently been the architect, but Chips" had worked at a disadvantage. His purpose hall heen to make a trunk fit for a gentleman, but he had worked with unusual materials, had heen unable to abandon conventional designs, and had ouly cOlJstructed a handsome sailor's chest. Uur guesses were, therefore, nautical, and somewhat wild. Some said that it had beloned to Captain Kidd, and had been the exchequer of the bold bucaniers. Some pronounced it the fruit <1 the leisure hours of a second Robinson Crusoe. Some, that it was the solitary remembrance of a great snip- wreck; and one young lally murmured that it might have listened to the love vows of England's Sailor King. Well, you are all wron," said liarry Leslie, when we had finished, "and I must tell you the true story, which is scarcely so romantic as any 011e of your suppositions. Will two of you lads bring the box here ?" The box was very speedily brought and placed on the hearthrug, ow," said our host, "this chest belonged "to a sailor, and, as I shall show you, it contains Three Old Blue Coats." With these words he unlocked the lid, and pulled out first a thick pilot jacket, such as coastguard men usually wear, next an undress naval surtout, and, last of all, a long, dark blue garmellt like a dressing gown. "You stare at thelie old c1ohes," continued 1Ie, but there is a story attached to the/11-a story in which bin and suHcr- ing-, amI good fortune, and happiness, all have a place. I shall hegin with this peculiar piece of apparel, which none of you recognize, although you see siruilar coats every day. If I were to put a pair of yellow stocking3 and a red belt beside it., you would say at once that it was the tunic of a Blue Coat boy And so it is. My hero was educated at the school in Xewgate.street.. Before very many of you were born, there was in Shad well a large sugar refinery, known as • Camidge's Sugar aud at the foot of this building there was found on a certam evening the dead budy of a rnn. It was evident that he had fallen imm the top of the honse. lie was fearully smasned but wheu the watchman came to look at hun closely, he discovered that the corpse was that of Henry Camidge, the bivtherof the sugar reliner. His duty hMI been to visit the works twice during the night, and sMlne strange fatality had 011 this night le(1 him out 011 the flat roof. His foot had slipped, he had fallen, and in an in taut he was lifeless. Xothing remained but to carry hitn home to his wife awl his three children, and to go and tell his brother of the catastrophe. Although Henry Camidge had been brother to the pro- prietor he was not a partner iu the concern. H was not even foreman but held a suhonlinate position and received a very small weekly wage. Some people wondered at thi, and ealled William Camidge a shabby fellow to treat hlS brother so; but William Camidge knew bet'er. lie had come to Lon on poor, and had made his own fortune, which he could never have done had he dragged up his relations with him. Every man received the amount of EUccess whieh he deserved; and if Harry was poor, and lived in Shadwell, why Harry did not deserve to be rich and to live in Eagle House. W hen the old watchman drove out to Eagle House' in the early morning, he found Wil1LL n Camidge and his wife at breakfast. Early rising is a business-like and profitahJe virtue, and William Camidge practised it, and made his household practise it too. The news was soon told. I am not prepared to say that William Camidge was relieved whell he heard it, hut his wife certainly heaved a great sigh when she heard that it was ollly the master's hrother who had bten killed and not the suar refinery that had been burned down. William Camidge was tilent for a moment or two, and then said- Tell the cashier that I sIn 11 be two hours later in rriving this morning. If Robertson's account is not paid by eleven o'clock let him hand it to my solicitor.' In private the worthy possessors of Eagle House' began to discuss the great event of the morning. I am sure said 31rs. Camidge, in a shrill voice, some misfortune is always happening. Unly last week that big hay-rick wa3 burned, aml nuw Henry has beeu and COUl- mitted suicide, and left his wife to you to take care of: The business can't stand it, and you won't be such a fool as to burden your-elf with them Win you, dear ?' I will, drar! Henry was my brother. lIe did'nt commit suicide. I shall do something for hlS wife and children, and I don't wallt you ever to speak to me on the subject again.' William Camillge's word was law to everybody conneeted with him, and his wife IHd not dare to dispute his command hut she found a long-dreaded fear chanhed to a reality, and from that moment set herself resolutely to hate Henry Camidge's wife aud family and to work them evil if she could On\be other hand William Camidgc felt his heart stirred with uaesual generosity when he sleppod into his dog- cartiiehind his hi<¡h-ôtppit;g malt to ùr to i: r e city The I old 3ays when h, was a child duwB«4SK> £ iincolushire, car e bae £ >o bisjuwaosry. aadMa pesnlwi to ¡¡¡ve 4iaWl1s. brothei- -) J family from all the privations which threatened them. But J the c!< >se air anu the bustling streets, and the busy scene "i Whitechapel, ha,I!J wonderlul effect on him, and althou; when he reacheÜ Sk.w('Jll1e equid bull say 'Poor Harry. he could not bring himself to pull his purse-strings so widely apart as he had meant to do. When he entered the poorly furnished parlour, he found his brother's wife surrounded by ahost of sympathizing female friends, who rose aud kft the room when the man of fortune entered. Hannah,' said he, this is a sore hlow which has iallen upon us.' "But Hannah only answereù with a groan and It flood of tears. I am very, very sorry, my good woman, and since he was my brother 1 shall not see you want.' I am not vour good woman' burst forth hJS brother's wife, and since he lost his life in Jour service I don't care whether I waut or not But, checking herself, she added, '01) forgive me what I say! I don't know what I am s lying. Yon won't see his children starve? Oh, William, say you won't I have said I won't, and an angry word does not change me. You shall have a pound a week, and, if you are agree- able, I shall take away your eldest boy. I shall educate him ':lsa gentleman, and I may do something betterfor him in the ei'd. Don't illtcJTUpt me, or refuse. I give you a mouth to think over it. In the meantime I shall see to all that is necessary-and-and God bless you, Hannah, and help you in this great distress "With this slight religious benediction William Camidge took his leave, and, in due time, acted as chief mourner at his brother's funeral. On that day he gave the widow fifty pounds, as the vest consolation he could offer, and a month later his carriage called and carried off Harry Camidge. Everything was arranged in a business-like manner. The boy was to be sent to the Blue Coat School he was to spend a small proportion of his holidays with his mother-the rest at Eagle House if he behaved well, he was to be considered the adopted son of Wilham Camidge, and would be men- tioned ill the great man's will; but if he gave disatisfaction to his patrons they were to be at liberty to turn hilll penniless adrift. So it was that Harry Camidge entered the Blue Coat School, and so it was that the shapeless coat came mto the box. ..j¡. .¡. When William Camidge said that he would bring up his brother's son as a gentleman, he meant what he said, and when William Camidge's wife mentally vowed that she would work evil upon Henry Camidge's family, she meant that. too. But the sugar refiner, like many another man who has risen from the ranks, had no idea that his son by adoption should follow a business career. He had mada more money than most folks, and the name of Camidge wouid he as good as the name of Cavendish yet, aud the Camidge woubl be able to hold up their heads with any lord in the land.' Therefore, the hoy was to become fI soldier or a sailor, and some day when William Camidge died, he would step into a very tidy fortune amI settle down as a country gentleman. • Meanwhile, he was kept in ignorance of the future which was carved out for him, aMI was uuly impressed with the fact that his futme prospects depended upon his diligence and obedience. Not even to his wife did William Camidge dis- close his plans. Only to his cashier, who knew almost all his secrets did he reveal them, and to him he sometimes talked confidentially, and (OveIl boastfully, about his seheuies. Harry was only told that he must make up his mind to enter either the army or the navy, and, with a boyish preference, he chose the navy. Rut although Mrs. William Camidge was not absollitely certain that her husband designed Harry as the heir of the bulk of his fortune, she guessed his intention, aJd set her- self to frustrate it, She was a large-boned, masculine woman, with anything hut a refined mind. She had met her husband, then an ordinary workman, in Astley's Theatre, and the ac- quaintanceship, thus accidentally formed, and persIstently maintained, on her part, had ended in marriage, and affluence. Although herself childless, she had scores of nephews and nieces, and to them she was firmly resolve(.1 her hushand's money should go. As for this brat of his brother's, he could be disposed of quietly, and secret tacties might prevail, where open speech was sure to fail. Therefore, when Harry Camidge went to 'Eagle House,' his aunt treated him witn demonstrative affection she bribed him with abundance of pocket-money, she longed for hi holiday-time, and positively counted the days, until Wednesday came, and the rosy-faced Jad was seen coming up the avenue. All the while she plotted, and hated, and waited. Harry Camidge's school days came to an end, and still the ruistress of Eagle House' waited. But when a com- mission had been purchased for him, when he had actually joined H. M. 's frigate Thunderer, then she dried her crocod11e tears, and thought that her time had come, William Camiùge had cometo he really fond of his adopted son, and, when he went away, he missed him sorely. What was more natural than that the place of the absent one should be supplied? Mrs Camidge th01jght so. o. William,' said she, since our dear boy has gone away the home b 80 dull. I miss his handsome young face. Don't yor think I should ask Ralph Reid to come and stay with us for a while V 'No.' '"Why, William Because I don't like Ralph Reiù, and I dont see the use of his company here.' I was sure you would say that, if any., of my relat'ons were mentioned-tjuite sure. Y (IU can take care of your own though-although I'm sure I love the dear fellow.' Well. Sally, I believe you do. Nobody can help liking him. An t as for Ralph, he ean come if you like; only remember, I won't have him going about here idling away his time, and I don't want any such talk about either your relations or mine.' o. lie was not likely to be troubled with it again. Her end was doubly gained. R ilpli came; and to save him from being idle had a post assigned t.) him in the office. Every morning lIe druve to the city with William Camld.œ-eveIY evenillg he retume(1 with him. He was diligent in business, ami active and attentive inle;sure time, and was so generally useful that in a short time he was indispensable. till, he dÍlI not succeed in supplanting Harry in the 01.1 man's allections, and stronger nwasures hecame necessary. It was lIy no means frequently that Lieutenant Camid;;e.as he had come hy tl¡i- tillJe to he) could find an opportunity to vsit his uncle, but during his rare visits he had contrived to fl1l desperately in love wirh Beatrice Leslie. Beatrice Les ie was the daughter d a wealthy hanker, and returned the ardent affectHJn of her youthful admirer to the chagrin of kalph Reid, who fain would have been an accepted worshipper at the same shrine Mrs. William Camidge saw at a glance how matters stood, and took her cue accordingly. One evening when Eagle House' was full of guests, she called her Bephew aside and sent him to the conservatory for a camellia. He came back with a face as pale as death, and was strange and reserved until the guests departed. Next day Mrs. William Camidge found a chance of speaking to him alone. What is the matter with you, Ralph? You seem ill.' I am not ill, aunt; a little tired, that's all. tome, come, Ralph, you need not hide anything from me. 1 saw your face when you came back to the drawing- room last night, and I knew that you had surprised Harry and Beatrice Well, what if I did?' "'Simply this, that you would rather have the pretty I prize yourself And you shall have her, and plenty of money to keep her in grand style, if I can help you Donit look so surprised You a>e a man now, and I want to talk plainly I with Y0U. You know that I love Harry very dearly but you are my own flesh and blood, Ralph, and I would rather see you step into your uncle's fortune, and old Leslie s fortune, too, than see the son of that Shadwell woman inherit a penny. I Think on what I have said. I shall manage the young lady. I leave you to manage your uncle.' Unfortunately, for the nice scheme, the young lady was unmanageable, at least in as far as Ralph was concerned. M rs. Camidge acted the old serpent's part, and poured venom into her ear. She was afraid the dear Ilarry was not so steady as he might he, that he gamed and drank, that he associated with men and women of low character, and that he was degenerating into a reckless sailor of the worst type. It gave her much concern, and her sweet Beatrice mus-t forgive her for having spoken, but she felt that she must con- fide in some one.' And why choose me for your confidant ? asked Beatrice Leslie, angrily.. I "'Because I thought you were interested in him. If-I am mistaken, forgive an old woman for vexing you with her sorrows, and' forget what I have said.' But such things are not easily forgotten. Beatrice Leslie pondered them, and spoke about them to her lover. Harry Camidge could not deny that he sometimes (hd as his fellow officers did. That on occasions they drank a good deal of wine, that sometimes they visited a gaming- house but that they played low, and did not frequent bad company. But, worst of all, he demanded the name of his maligner. "Beatrice Leslie was satisfied with his defence and his promise of amendment, and. saw no reason why he should not set himself right with his aunt also. In consequence, Ilarry Camidge went straight to his aunt, and reproached her with calumniating him. Mrs. William Camidge stood upon her dignity, and appealed to her husband to defend her from his abusive language, and to her husband Harry Camidge declared that he himself would go. He went, and poured forth a flood of invetives against the mistress of to:agle Housp.' mto the astonished ears of his patron, until William Camidge sternly cOl11m,¡,lIed him to be silent mill remember to whom he spoke. In the heat of his passion Harry refused, for the first time in his life, to obey his uncle's orders he declined to explain the evil reports afloat concerning him, and boast- fully exaggerated the worst deeds attributed to him, uiitil William Camidge ordered him from his presence. "In anger he rejoined his ship, and went headlong to ruin. He was first in every debauch, and in every wicked- ness. He spent his allowance, and wrote to his uncle almost demanding money. In reply, he received a note from the old cashier .enclosing a cheque for the amount which ho demanded, and informing him that Mr. Camidge would still give him three months of probation in which to reform and apologise, and that according to his conduct during that time, so would be his decision respecting him. "Apologize because he had been foully slandered Never. He would go on as he had begun. He would show his uncle that he was a man of independent spirit. Meantime, Beatrice Leslie pined in secret and Ralph Reid plotted in secret also. He had-Jtieen foiled in every attempt to approach the banker's daughter. She had actually spurned his advances, and revenge was added to greed to stimulate him to effect Henry Camidge's ruin. At last the crash came. The three probationary months had almost finished, when Ralph Reid received two cheques on Leslie's bank, in payment of some money which Harry had borrowed from him. They were dishonoured and Ralph, in duty bound, informed his uncle of the fact. A day or two lat'r, Mr. Leslie h'mself called to inform Mr. Camidge that several more of Lieutenant Camidge's cheques had come in. Still later, a forged cheque, bearing William Camidge's own name, was presented, and paid-and paid to a man WRO dropped a note, in Lieutenant Camidgll's handwriting, on the floor. "Of course, such open rascality could not be tolerated, and the lieutenant was written to, and informed that his infamy was known that, for the future, he must consider himself as dependent on his own resources, that, for the honour of the firm, the present cheques would be paid, but, that any similar attempt would be punished. "To everybody's astonishment, Harry Camidge answered the letter in person. He denied that any of the cheques had been written by him but the letter which had been found he did not deny, nor the fact that he owed Ralph Reid some money. Ralph, on the other side, swore that he had received the cheques from Harry, and produced the envelope in which they came. Whereupon, the lieutenant sprang upon him as he stood on the office floor, You lying villain he cried, as he shook him. This is some devilish plot of yours. I never wrote those cheques, and you know it. I see your motive, andyour greed. Take the money, and welcome. But you have robbed me of my good name, and, like a mad fool, I have helped you to do it. But I shall be revenged some day. And, uncle, watch him, for he will play you the same game some day In a moment more he had hurled Ralph Reid senseless to the ground, and was fleeing wildly down the street. It was impossible for Harry Camidge to remain longer in his present position. He sold his commission, and placed the last naval coat he ever wore in that box. -¥. ..¡,¡.. "When Harry Camidge found himself adrift in London, his first thought was to turn his face towards the old house at Shadwell, but he bethought himself of his inability to support himself on land, and also of the rumours which Ralph Reid would be certain to spread abroad affecting his character. He had a horror of becoming a common seaman. But all at once he bethought himself of a former friend, who was chief officer of the coast-guard, at a station in the north of Ireland. There, at least, he would be safe and hidden, and could bide his time for his revenge. He went, and was warmly received by his quondam friend, who could scarcely he persuaded to receive him as a common coastguardsman. However, he yielded to much persuasion, and there was not a better seaman in the coastguard service than Harry Camidge. Ralph Reid felt that he had now his game, and behaved with less caution, and more arrogance, and Mrs. William Camidge was extremely triumphant at the success of her scheme. Her joy wa, howevér, doomed to be short, for an aeute attack of heart disease forever put an ewl to her plots. The sugar-refiner, himself, was now thrown more into the society of his nephew, and day by day felt a grow- ing suspicion of his honesty of purpose. Notwithstanding, he gradually raised Ralph Reid in the business, and gave him almost sole charge of it, but staunchly refused to make him a partner in it, although his nephew again and again hinted that such would be the case. With regard to Harry Camidge, lie preserved a strict silence, but he thought the in ire. Many anu J :i time did that farewell scene, and those farewell words, return to his memory, and he began to fccl'evij tiuti the lad mip'X Hot lutro More than that, he b-jgan to wish that he could find him out. Not that he fancied lie could forgive him, for he had maligned '•is dead wife, and had been ungrateful to himself, but simply tl1t he shouhlllke to know where he was, and, since. Lc had trained him as a gentleman, might start him in some jJusltiou in Hfe, in which he would have a chance of retriev- ing his character, and using his ahilities to profit. He never mentioned his name, however, until one day, when it was found that Ralph Reid was ahsent from business, that he had taken valuable securities with him that forged paper was in the market, and that Camidge, the sugar-refiner, was almost ruined. Then, indeed, he said that his adopted son had been plotted against, and had been driven to evil, and he would have given the whole world to see him again, and ask his forgiveness. But Harry Camidge had disappeared, and could not be found. "He was at his station, on the far-away sea, anxiously scanning the horizon with his telescope. A liurri-ane was racing the white billows were breaking in foam far to sea- ward, and the huge rollers were dashing against the rocks, with a monotonous and thunderous roar. The only speck that was vIsIble on the tumultuous sea was far tn windward and from the little cloud of smoke which surrounded it, it was evidently a steamer struggling to make headway against the tempest. As the coastguardsman looked, the smoke seemed to grow denser, and the steamer ceased to progress. In a moment more she wa3 drifting helplessly before the waves and the wind. Some of her machinery had broken and her destruction was certain. "To call out the guard, and to get ready the rocket ap- paratus, was the work of an instant. Then noutht remained but to wait and see where she would strike. On she came- a fine passenger ship, crowded with people. Utterly un- manageable as she was, the captain could do nothing to save her; hut, fortunately, she drilted into a sandy bay, where she struck heavily. The coastgnardsmen were there before her, and ere the heavy waves had time to batter her much on the beach a well-fired rocket was thrown over her, and commu- nication was established with the shore. One by one, by means of the cradle-rope, the passengers were drawn ashore. Bnt the process was a slow one, alld the poor creatures, huddled together on the fore-part of the doomed ship, had not patience to wait their turn. Many of them sprang into the sea, and tried to make for shore. A few succeeded; but the most of them were submerged, or dashed against the rocks, which projected into the water. The country people, and the coastguard, stood ready to help, as far as they could, in snatching those driven ashore from the devouriHg billows. One man struggled long and hard with the waves, and his agonized face could be easily seen as he tried to reach the land. Harry Camidge, among others, saw him and recognized him. 'His time is come,' said he, 'let him drown, and expiate his crime And just at the moment, as if in fulfil- ment of his wish, a huge piece of floating timber struck the swimmer on the head, and he sank. Once more, however, he faintly struggled to the surface, and a huge billow carried him close to the beach. In an instant Harry Camidge dashed into the foam and seized him. With herculean effort he held him fast against the retiring wave, and dragged him into safety. The eyes of the rescued man gratefully turned towards his deliverer to see an old enemy, who said Take your life, and make a better use of it, you villain "Harry Camidge had saved Ralph Reid, the runaway forger, but saved him only for a time. Bruised and bleeding, and wounded by the wood, he was carried to a neighitouring house, where he lived for three days. Finding death draw near, he sent for Harry Camidge and confessed his plot and his guilt- confessed his recent treachery, and implored him to take the contents of the money belt, which he had saved by carrying it round his waist, and to restore them to his uncle. You will have his friendship and his fortune, which you ought never to have lost, and I trust I shall have his forgiveness, as I already have yours.' "It was Christmas eve, and William Camidge was sitting in loneliness by his own fireside, pondering over the failure of his schemes and the sorrows which had come upon him, when the door opened, and handsome Beatrice Leslie glIded tc his side. We have a few friends to-night, Mr. Camidge,' said she, and we. would fain have asked you to come and join us But we knew that you would not, and that you would be dull, so 1131 t them for a little to eome ami see you.' girl. When am I anything but dull ? I have been thinking of those two lads, and of the way in which I have treated them. I have driven away your lover, Beatrice, why should i/ou come to cheer me? Because you did as you. thought right. I drove him away also, because in his despair he became unworthy of me. But [believe Ralph was the cause of all, and we shall see Harry yet and tell him so.' At that moment the door again opened, and the man iu that coat entered. I need not describe the scene which followed. You can fancy the reunion between adopted father and restored sweetheart, and you can readily believe that Mr Leslie's few friends were augmented ere the evening was done, and that the Christmas thanksgivings of some of the people I have mentioned were more than usually fervent in as far as in their hearts there was only good-will towards men. "SIX months later Beatrice Leslie married Harry Camidge. Ere long Old Banker Leslie died and left his fortune to his son-in-law, on condition that he assumed the family name. So Harry Camidge became Harry Leslie, and now he has told you a chapter of his own lIfe. Now you see why I keep the old chest in the library, and why I treasure' The Three Blue Coats.

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