THE BLIND TOY-MAKER.
Caleb Plummer and his blind daughter lived alone in a little crackednutshell of a house. They were toy-makers, and their house was stucklike a toadstool on to the premises of Messrs. Gruff & Tackleton, theToy Merchants for whom they worked,--the latter of whom was himself bothGruff and Tackleton in one.
I am saying that Caleb and his blind daughter lived here. I should sayCaleb did, his daughter lived in an enchanted palace, which her father'slove had created for her. She did not know that the ceilings werecracked, the plaster tumbling down, and the wood work rotten; thateverything was old and ugly and poverty-stricken about her and that herfather was a grey-haired stooping old man, and the master for whom theyworked a hard and brutal taskmaster;--oh, dear no, she fancied a pretty,cosy, compact little home full of tokens of a kind master's care, asmart, brisk, gallant-looking father, and a handsome and noble-lookingToy Merchant who was an angel of goodness.
This was all Caleb's doings. When his blind daughter was a baby he haddetermined in his great love and pity for her, that her deprivationshould be turned into a blessing, and her life as happy as he could makeit. And she was happy; everything about her she saw with her father'seyes, in the rainbow-coloured light with which it was his care andpleasure to invest it.
Bertha sat busily at work, making a doll's frock, whilst Caleb bent overthe opposite side of the table painting a doll's house.
"You were out in the rain last night in your beautiful new great-coat,"said Bertha.
"Yes, in my beautiful new great-coat," answered Caleb, glancing to wherea roughly made garment of sack-cloth was hung up to dry.
"How glad I am you bought it, father."
"And of such a tailor! quite a fashionable tailor, a bright blue cloth,with bright buttons; it's a deal too good a coat for me."
"Too good!" cried the blind girl, stopping to laugh and clap herhands--"as if anything was too good for my handsome father, with hissmiling face, and black hair, and his straight figure."
Caleb began to sing a rollicking song.
"What, you are singing, are you?" growled a gruff voice, as Mr.Tackleton put his head in at the door. "_I_ can't afford to sing, I hopeyou can afford to work too. Hardly time for both, I should say."
"You don't see how the master is winking at me," whispered Caleb in hisdaughter's ear--"such a joke, pretending to scold, you know."
The blind girl laughed and nodded, and taking Mr. Tackleton's reluctanthand, kissed it gently. "What is the idiot doing?" grumbled the ToyMerchant, pulling his hand roughly away.
"I am thanking you for the beautiful little tree," replied Bertha,bringing forward a tiny rose-tree in blossom, which Caleb had made herbelieve was her master's gift, though he himself had gone without a mealor two to buy it.
"Here's Bedlam broke loose. What does the idiot mean?" snarled Mr.Tackleton; and giving Caleb some rough orders, he departed without thepoliteness of a farewell.
"If you could only have seen him winking at me all the time, pretendingto be so rough to escape thanking," exclaimed Caleb, when the door wasshut.
Now a very sad and curious thing had happened. Caleb, in his love forBertha, had so successfully deceived her as to the real character of Mr.Tackleton, that she had fallen in love, not with her master, but withwhat she imagined him to be, and was happy in an innocent belief in hisaffection for her; but one day she accidently heard he was going to bemarried, and could not hide from her father the pain and bewildermentshe felt at the news.
"Bertha, my dear," said Caleb at length, "I have a confession to make toyou; hear me kindly though I have been cruel to you." "You cruel to me!"cried Bertha, turning her sightless face towards him. "Not meaning it,my child! and I never suspected it till the other day. I have concealedthings from you which would have given pain, I have invented things toplease you, and have surrounded you with fancies."
"But living people are not fancies, father, you cannot change them."
"I have done so, my child, God forgive me! Bertha, the man who ismarried to-day is a hard master to us both, ugly in his looks and in hisnature, and hard and heartless as he can be."
"Oh heavens! how blind I have been, how could you father, and I sohelpless!" Poor Caleb hung his head.
"Answer me father," said Bertha. "What is my home like?"
"A poor place, Bertha, a very poor and bare place! indeed as little ableto keep out wind and weather as my sackcloth coat."
"And the presents that I took such care of, that came at my wish, andwere so dearly welcome?" Caleb did not answer.
"I see, I understand," said Bertha, "and now I am looking at you, at mykind, loving compassionate father, tell me what is he like?"
"An old man, my child, thin, bent, grey-haired, worn-out with hard workand sorrow, a weak, foolish, deceitful old man."
The blind girl threw herself on her knees before him, and took his greyhead in her arms. "It is my sight, it is my sight restored," she cried."I have been blind, but now I see, I have never till now truly seen myfather. Father, there is not a grey hair on your head that shall beforgotten in my prayers and thanks to Heaven."
"My Bertha!" sobbed Caleb, "and the brisk smart father in the bluecoat--he's gone, my child."
"Dearest father, no, he's not gone, nothing is gone. I have been happyand contented, but I shall be happier and more contented still, now thatI know what you are. I am _not_ blind, father, any longer."