"You will excuse me, Inez, from answering that question. I have reasons for doing so. Let me say that I stayed at home for the first ten years of my existence, and was as bad a boy as can be imagined. I fell into the worst kind of habits, and it was through the two men--Redvignez and Brazzier--whom I've heard you speak of, that I was persuaded to go to sea with them, when I ought to have been at home with my father."
The youth turned his head away, so she could not see his face, and when he moved it back and spoke again there was a tear on his cheek, and he replied, in a voice of sadness:
"My mother is in heaven, where her son will never be."
"Why, Mr. Sanders, what do you mean by that?"
"A better woman than she never lived, nor a worse boy than I. You can't understand, Inez. You are too young and too good yourself to realize what a wretch I was. I deliberately ran away from home seven years ago, and have never been within a thousand miles of it since, and I never expected to do so, until within the last day or so; somehow or other, I've fallen to thinking more than before."
"I don't know. I think he is dead, too, for I was enough to break his heart, and I have never heard of him since. I hadn't any brothers or sisters when I came away. I'm all that's left, and now there is a longing coming over me to hunt up my father again before he dies, that is--if--he--isn't--already--gone!"
It was no use. Fred Sanders, the wild, reckless youth, who had passed through many a scene that would have made a man shudder, suddenly put his hands to his face, and his whole frame shook with emotion. The memories of his early childhood came back to him, and he saw again the forms of those who loved him so fondly, and whose affection he returned with such piercing ingratitude. Conscience had slept for many years, but the gentle words of Inez had awakened its voice again. The goodness of the girl, who was already like a loved sister to Sanders, had stirred up the better part of his nature, and he looked upon himself with a shudder, that one so young as he should have committed his many transgressions.
No wonder that he felt so pressed down that he cried out in the bitterness of his spirit that heaven was shut from him. It was hard for Inez to keep back the sympathizing tears herself when she witnessed the overwhelming grief of the strong youth.