The effect of all this on poor Ben Trench was to injure his health severely. His cough increased, and it soon became evident that his complaint, which at first had only threatened to grow worse, had now become chronic and serious.
“Watty,” he said one day, while his friend sat beside his cot reading to him, “it’s of no use shutting one’s eyes to facts. I fear that I am now hopelessly ill, and that I shall never see father or mother or Susan again in this world.”
“O Ben! don’t speak like that,” said Watty, laying down the book, and gently taking his friend’s thin hand in both of his. “You mustn’t do it. It will only make you worse. When we get out of this horrible region into the trade winds and the sunshine near the Line, you’ll be a new man. Come now, cheer up, Ben, and don’t let your good little nurse see you with such a sad face.”
Polly’s step was heard at the moment. She entered with a bowl of soup.
“Here, Ben, this will do you good,” she said, handing him the bowl. “The cook says it’s the stuff to stick to your ribs. There now, I can’t stop to give it you, for father wants me, but you’re all right when Watty’s by. Are you better?”
“Well, not much,” replied Ben with a smile; “but I’m always the better of seeing your little face. Don’t be long of returning, Poll.”
When she had left, Ben drank the soup, and then lay down with a sigh.
“It may be that the warm latitudes will do me good, Watty,” he said, “but I don’t feel as if they would. Still I’m resigned to God’s will, though it seems sad to die so young, and just when I’ve come to know my dear Redeemer, and might, perhaps, have done some little work for Him. It seems so strange to be saved and not allowed time to do anything.”
“You have done something,” returned his friend with an earnest look; “if I have really turned to Jesus at all, it has been through your influence, Ben, and I’m sure that Jack would say the same of himself; and if he and I are spared to do any good work for our Lord, it will be all owing to you.”
“Not to me, Watty, not to me,” rejoined Ben, with a glad look; “but if God’s holy Spirit has used me as an instrument in this, I shall have cause to praise Him for it throughout eternity. Oh! is it not strange that in a region where there is so little godliness, and while we were in the eager pursuit of gold, our eyes should have been opened to see and appreciate the true gold? But now, Watty,” he added in a lower tone, “I want to ask you to do me a favour. I want you to go yourself to our house, without delay, and break it to mother.”