The tide rose in Cosmo’s heart too, but he left the hamlet eating almost ravenously. Another might have asked himself where dinner was to come from, and spared a portion; but that was not Cosmo’s way. He would have given half his loaf to any hungry man he met, but he would not save the half of it in view of a possible need that might never come. Every minute is a to-morrow to the minute that goes before it, and is bound to it by the same duty-roots that make every moment one with eternity; but there is no more occasion to bind minute to minute with the knot-grass of anxiety, than to ruin both to-day and the grand future with the cares of a poor imaginary to-morrow. To-day’s duty is the only true provision for to-morrow; and those who are careful about the morrow are but the more likely to bring its troubles upon them by the neglect of duty which care brings. Some say that care for the morrow is what distinguishes the man from the beast; certainly it is one of the many things that distinguish the slave of Nature from the child of God.
Cosmo ate his loaf with as hearty a relish as ever Grizzie’s porridge, and that is saying as much for his appetite, if not necessarily for the bread, as words can. He had swallowed it almost before he knew, and felt at first as if he could eat another, but after a drink of water from a well by the road-side, found that he had had enough, and strode on his way, as strong and able as if he had had coffee and eggs and a cutlet, and a dozen things besides.
He was passing the outskirts of the large manufacturing town he had seen in the distance, leaving it on one hand, when he became again aware of the approach of hunger. One of the distinguishing features of Cosmo’s character, was a sort of childlike boldness towards his fellow-men; and coming presently to a villa with a smooth-shaven lawn, and seeing a man leaning over the gate that opened from the road, he went up to him and said,
“Do you happen to have anything you want done about the place, sir? I want my dinner and have no money.”
The man, one with whom the world seemed to have gone to his wish, looked him all over.
“A fellow like you ought to be ashamed to beg,” he said.
“That is precisely what I was not doing,” returned Cosmo, “—except as everybody more or less must be a beggar. It is one thing to beg for work, and another to beg for food. I didn’t ask you to make a job for me; I asked if there was any work about the place you wanted done. Good morning, sir.”
He turned, and the second time that day was stopped as he went.
“I say!—if you can be as sharp with your work as you are with your tongue, I don’t care if I give you a job. Look here: my coachman left me in a huff this morning, and it was time too, as I find now he is gone. The stable is in a shocking mess: if you clean it out, and set things to rights—but I don’t believe you can—I will give you your dinner.”
“Very well, sir,” returned Cosmo. “I give you warning: I’m very hungry; only on the other hand, I don’t care what I have to eat.”