“What have you been doing, you idle scamp?” exclaimed Mr. Walters, as he entered; “have you been fighting with street-boys, or wrestling with chimney-sweeps?  Look at yourself, what a figure you make with all the mud of the street on your face!” and pushing him before a small looking-glass that hung in the shop, bade him account for the “condition of this beautiful visage.”

The poor boy had dried his tears with the same corner of his blouse with which he had wiped the gutter-soiled shoes, and had thus transferred the black mud to his face; and as he surveyed his changed countenance in the glass, he recollected, and was at no loss to account for the little maiden’s burst of laughter.  Forgetting that his stern master stood beside him, and the bitter tears he had so lately shed, with that buoyancy of spirit which is the peculiar property of childhood, and surmounts all rules, he laughed aloud until recalled to his usual gravity by some blows on his shoulders from his master’s heavy hand.  “How dare you laugh so impertinently in my presence?” he asked, while administering the remedy of the strap, which he considered a specific for all misdemeanours; and now not only stopped the poor boy’s laughing, but caused him to tremble under the undeserved punishment.

“Where is the money for the shoes?” he thundered forth, when he found time to speak.

William handed it to him, and detailed the whole circumstance, not concealing that the gentleman had given him a shilling for himself.

“Give it here,” said Mr. Walters; “boys like you, who have everything found them, have no need of money; it only serves to lead them into mischief;” and taking up his hat, and bidding his wife have supper in half an hour, he left the shop.

“Bill Raymond, you are one of the grandest of donkey-headed fools I ever saw in my life,” said Jem Taylor, as soon as they were alone, after examining that the door leading to the kitchen was shut.  “Why did you give him the shilling, which was your own?  The price of the shoes, too, you might have kept, for your honesty did not save you from a beating.  Why did you say anything about it’!  I would have taken the beating and kept the money.”

We have mentioned how Will met and triumphed over the first temptation; and when Taylor had repeatedly afterward assailed him with like arguments, he had never wavered; and the only consequence of his advice had been to create dislike and mistrust of one who could advocate a practice so entirely at variance with the law of God.  But now he listened to the tempter, and without reproof of the sin which he could not fail to recognise.

“After all,” said he to himself, “Jem Taylor is right; I get beaten whether I am honest or not, and that money would have bought me many nice things.  Yes, and I am so often hungry; and when I see the street boys spending pennies at the cake stalls and I have nothing, it makes me so angry; and I cannot bear this old Walters.  I know I will not be so foolish another time; but I will keep at least the money which is given to myself, and take good care he shall know nothing about it.”