Hughie Erskine
was a good-looking man. Hughie Erskine was the best looking gentleman in
London. He had curly hair, grey eyes and a handsome face. He also had many
friends.
However,
Hughie Erskine did not have much money. His father had been an officer in the
army. His father was dead. Now Hughie had his father’s sword and a few books
but no money.
Hughie Erskine
had tried to do several jobs. He had worked for a tea merchant selling tea.
But, poor Hughie was not good at anything.
Hughie was in
love and wanted to get married. He loved Laura Merton, the daughter of an army
officer. Laura loved Hughie, but her father did not want them to get married.
‘You are a
fine young man,’ Colonel Merton said to Hughie, ‘but you have no money. My
daughter cannot marry a man with no money. You may marry my daughter when you
have ten thousand pounds.’
Hughie did not
have ten thousand pounds. He did not have ten pounds. His old aunt gave him
four or five pound every a week. Today he had only one pound in his pocket.
Hughie was almost broke.
Hughie had a
friend called Allan Trevor. Alan was an artist who painted pictures of people.
He was a good artist and quite famous. Many people wanted him to paint their
portrait. People came to Alan’s studio. Alan painted their portraits in the
studio. Alan’s pictures were very expensive. He only painted pictures for rich
men.
Hughie Erskine
visited Alan Trevor in his studio. Alan was working on a painting.
‘What do you
think on this?’ asked Alan Trevor. ‘And what do you think of my model?’
Hughie looked
at the painting. It was a picture of old beggar. Alan was painting a picture of
a man who was standing in the corner of the studio.
The model was
an old man dressed in old, torn clothes. The old man’s face was sad. With one
hand he held out a hat. In the other hand he held a stick.
‘My model is
wonderful,’ said Alan. ‘Have you ever seen such a wonderful beggar?’
‘Poor old
man,’ said Hughie. ‘How sad he looks.’
‘Of course,’
said Alan. ‘I don’t want a beggar to look happy.’
‘How much is a
model paid for standing in your studio?’ asked Hughie.
‘Not much,’
answered Alan. ‘Only a shilling an hour.’
‘And how much
money do you get when you sell a picture?’ asked Hughie.
‘For this
picture, I will get two thousand pounds,’ said Alan.
‘You’re a rich
man. I think the model should get some of money,’ said Hughie.
‘Nonsense
....nonsense!’ said Alan. ‘It’s difficult to be a painter. It’s not difficult
to be beggar. Few people can paint pictures. Anyone can beg.’
‘But many
people want to be rich and famous painters,’ said Hughie. ‘No one wants to be a
poor beggar. You artists are very unkind.’
Alan Trevor
laughed. ‘I’m busy,’ he said, ‘Sit down and stop talking.’
A servant came
in. ‘A gentleman is outside, sir. He wants you to paint his portrait. Can you
speak to him please?’
‘Don’t go
away,’ Alan said to Hughie. ‘I’ll be back in a moment.’
Alan left the
room. The old beggar sat down on a chair and rested. His hat was still in his
hand.
The old man
looked so sad that Hughie felt sorry for him. Hughie put his hand in his
pocket. He had a pound. It was the last of his money.
Well, he needs
the money more than I do, thought Hughie.
Hughie went
across the room and put the pound in the old man’s hat.
The old man was
very surprised. He looked at the money and smiled.
‘Thank you,
sir,’ he said. ‘Thank you very much.’
Alan Trevor
came back into the studio and Hughie left. He went to see Laura and told her
about the beggar.
‘You gave all
your money away?’ said Laura. ‘That was very foolish. My father will never let
me marry a foolish man. You are foolish, but you are very kind and I love you
very much.’
That night
Hughie met Alan Trevor at a club. Alan was looking very pleased.
‘I finished
that picture,’ said Alan. ‘And my model was very interested in you. He asked me
lost of questions.’
‘Poor old
man,’ said Hughie. ‘I wish I could help him. What did he ask you about me?’
‘He wanted to
know everything about you,’ said Alan.
‘And what did
you tell him?’
‘I told him
everything,’ said Alan. ‘I told him all about you. I told him about Laura’s
father. I told him you want to marry Laura but you have no money.’
‘Alan!’ said
Hughie angrily. ‘You told him all about my private’s business?’
‘Don’t be
angry,’ said Alan. ‘You don’t know who I painting the picture for. I was
painting it for the Baron von Hausberg. He is one of the richest men in Europe.
Baron von Hausberg was my model. The Baron dressed up as an old beggar.’
‘The Baron von
Hausberg!’ cried Hughie. ‘You mean that old beggar the Baron von Hausberg
himself?’
‘Yes,’ said
Alan.
‘But I gave
him a pound,’ said Hughie. ‘Now I feel foolish.’
‘You gave him
a pound?’ said Alan. ‘That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.’
Alan Trevor
could not stop laughing. Hughie Erskine walked home. He felt foolish. He had
given his last pound to a millionaire. Laura’s father would hear about this.
The colonel never let his daughter to marry a fool.
The next day
Hughie Erskine had a visitor. Hughie did not know the man.
‘How can I
help you?’ asked Hughie.
‘I have come
for Baron von Hausberg,’ said the visitor.
‘The Baron von
Hausberg!’ said Hughie Erskine. ‘I did not know him when we met yesterday. I
want to tell the Baron that I am sorry. I think I was rude to him.’
The visitor
smiled. ‘You were not rude to the Baron,’ he said. ‘The Baron asked me you give
you this.’ He gave Hughie an envelope.
Hughie thanked
him and looked at the envelope. These words were written on the envelope: A wedding present to Hughie Erskine and
Laura Merton, from an old beggar.
Inside was a
cheque for ten thousand pounds.
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