The Apricot Tree | Page 5

have thanked me," thought Ned to himself; but he
forbore to tell Tom so.
Ned always read a chapter in the Bible to his grandmother every night
when he came home from work. It happened that this evening the
chapter fixed on was the twelfth of St. Paul's Epistle to the Romans. He
was much struck by one of the verses in it: "Therefore if thine enemy
hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt
heap coals of fire upon his head."
"Grandmother," said Ned, when he had concluded the chapter, "I
understand the first part of this verse very well, it is plain enough; but
what is meant by the words, 'for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of
fire upon his head?'"
His grandmother replied, that this passage had once puzzled her; but
that an old lady with whom she had lived when she was a girl, and who
kindly took great pains in explaining different parts of the Bible that
were hard to be understood, had made this quite clear to her.

"She told me," continued his grandmother, "that the Apostle alludes to
the custom of melting gold and other metals by fire; and his meaning is,
that as coals of fire melt and soften the metals on which they are
heaped, so by kindness and gentleness we may melt and soften our
enemy, and make him love, instead of hating us."
Ned thanked his grandmother for this explanation, and then was silent
for some little time.
"Perhaps," he said to himself, "if I go on being kind to Tom Andrews, I
shall at last make him love me, and leave off teasing me and saying
ill-natured things."
He would not tell his grandmother that he had given Tom part of his
dinner, for fear she should another day give him more; and he knew she
could not do this without robbing herself.
Tom's father remained out of work for several weeks; and Tom would
have been obliged to go without a dinner most days, if Ned had not
regularly given him half his.
For some time Tom received his companion's kindness sulkily, and
without appearing at all grateful; but at last Ned's good-natured conduct
appeared to touch him, and he said--
"How kind you are to me, Ned! though I am sure I have done nothing
to deserve kindness from you. Father often says he wishes I was more
like you; and I do think I should be happier if I was, for you always
seem cheerful and contented, though you work harder than I do."
"I like working," answered Ned; "nothing makes me so dull as being
idle. Besides, as grandmother says, people are far more likely to do
wrong when they are not employed. You know the lines in the hymn,--
'For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do,'"
Tom looked down and coloured.

Ned, who had not meant to give him pain by what he said, added, on
observing Tom's confusion--
"I have so many things I like to do when I go home after work, that I
don't deserve praise for not being idle."
"I wish I had anything I liked to do when work is over," returned Tom;
"but I have nothing to do but play, and I soon get tired of that."
"So do I," rejoined Ned. "I like a game of ball or cricket every now and
then as well as anybody; but it is a great waste of time, to say the least
of it, to spend all one's spare hours in play; besides, as you say, we get
tired, and do not enjoy play if we have too much of it."
"What do you do of an evening, that is so pleasant?" inquired Tom.
"Why I keep our little garden in order;--that takes up a good deal of
time; and I write a copy, and do a sum or two, and read the Bible to
grandmother."
"I should like that very well," observed Tom, "all except reading the
Bible."
"Oh, do not say so!" exclaimed Ned; "surely you do not mean it."
"I dare say," rejoined Tom, "that I should like the Bible well enough if I
could understand it; but it's so hard! You understand it all, I suppose?"
"Oh, dear no! that I do not; but grandmother sometimes explains what
is hard, and tells me a great many pleasing things about the manners of
the country where our Saviour and his Apostles lived. I never am
happier than when I read to her, and she talks to me about what I have
read."
"Well," said Tom, "mother hears me read a chapter now and then, but
she always seems to think it a trouble; and so