Ebook PDF Creating A Mentoring Program Mentoring Partnerships PDF
Ebook PDF Creating A Mentoring Program Mentoring Partnerships PDF
Ebook PDF Creating A Mentoring Program Mentoring Partnerships PDF
Annabelle Reitman
Sylvia Ramirez Benatti
Creating a
Mentoring
Program
Mentoring Partnerships
Across the Generations
Annabelle Reitman
Sylvia Ramirez Benatti
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Preface
The Mentoring Partnership Model has been in the making since 2009, when we
began to reflect about the existing generations in the workplace and what this
means for organizational activities and productivity. This thinking led to our
presentation, “Sustaining Engagement and Succession Planning Through Inter-
generational Conversations” at the 2009 ASTD International Conference & Expo-
sition. Reactions from the audience encouraged and reinforced our ideas that
generational relationships were changing. This was the onset of what eventually
became the Mentoring Partnerships Model.
As we continued to give presentations, for the Metro DC ASTD Chapter,
Chesapeake Bay Organizational Development Network, and Alexandria Women’s
Network (among others), on all or parts of the “intergenerational conversations”
presentation, we could visualize a greater and broader concept and impact. From
the exercises, Who Do You Think I Am? and Who I Am! and Intergenerational
Communication Skills we received in-depth feedback, particularly on how much
the different generations wanted to learn from each other.
As a result, we had a number of discussions about bringing the generations
together for equal opportunities to learn. Another influential factor was our
experience as past Metro DC ASTD Chapter presidents, of hearing from senior
members how tired they were of always being expected to mentor and share their
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The first handout created for the pilot program was a short participant’s work-
book, which has evolved into two documents: A Coordinator’s Manual and a
Participant’s Workbook. These products are the basis for The Mentoring Partner-
ship Guide and The Mentoring Partner’s Workbook, containing complete proce-
dural steps, activities, exercises, and assessments. Materials also include guide-
lines for successful mentoring partnership meetings and relationships. We hope
that our goal has been met—that by using our product, an organization is able to
implement a Mentoring Partnership Program, from announcing the program to
recruiting participants to the closing celebration.
We would like to acknowledge the forward-thinking people who have chosen to
adapt our nontraditional mentoring model for their organization or association. The
willingness of your senior level executives or boards is also recognized for having an
open mindset to new ideas and approaches. It is hoped that you and the participants
find the experience to be as exciting and worthwhile as we have envisioned.
We want to express our appreciation to ASTD Press staff for their support and
encouragement in writing the Guide and Workbook and giving us this opportu-
nity to realize our goal and dream.
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Part I
The Mentoring
Partnership Guide
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Chapter 1
Introduction
If you enter “mentoring” in the search engine of a major online bookseller, you will
receive 10,261 results. By adding the word “business” and narrowing the search,
you will still have 263 results. Mentoring in a great variety of arenas appears to be a
very hot topic, but why? Ensher and Murphy (2005) pointed out that it seems like
a fad, here today and gone tomorrow, along with all of the help books and hype.
But we would argue that it’s here to stay, and adds true value. Mentoring can be a
great tool to prepare the next generation of leaders, share intellectual capital, pass
on organizational history, and engage employees or members in an organization.
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of their employees or members and who can benefit from participating in a mento-
ring relationship. Criteria should be established prior to the start of the program.
There are a number of options for accomplishing the matching procedure.
They include: 1) a formal method of pairing candidates whereby a third party,
usually the human resources department, reviews the submitted application forms
and determines appropriate matches from the information received; and 2) infor-
mal networks where one hopes to connect with a suitable person to establish a
mentoring relationship.
The Mentoring Partnership Model offers a nontraditional matching option—a
self-selection process—where participants identify what they want to learn and
what they can teach, and with the exchange of the information independently match
themselves. Finding the appropriate match is critical to the success of a mentoring
experience. Beyond the mutual learning that takes place, the existing synergy or
chemistry between the partners contributes to the depth of the experience.
In a traditional mentoring relationship, one individual gains knowledge and
guidance while the other person gains the opportunity to give back to a profes-
sional community or build a legacy within the organization. However, the Mento-
ring Partnership Model allows for mutual learning and active involvement for
both partners. Therefore, an organization will have its history and intellectual
capital passed on to the next generation, keep employees or members (both senior
and junior) retained and engaged, and potentially identify candidates for their
succession schedule.
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The difference is in how these components are combined, integrated, and put
into action—their modus operandi. In a traditional model, the majority of these
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• Share knowledge about the organization and its “way of doing things.”
• Encourage the testing of new waters, trying out different roles, and
practicing new skills.
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• Review career objectives and plans for their achievement and offer
suggestions for improvement.
• Reinforce “lessons learned” when failure occurs and that risk is OK.
• open to sharing their experience with the other person about similar
concerns, issues, or encounters
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advantage of promoting individual and community learning? Why not use what we
value—the diversity of knowledge and experience—to broaden our development?
As mentioned in the preface, the design of the Mentoring Partnership Model is
based on the interactions we saw between the generations in our intergenerational
conversation exercises. We saw their interest in what the other generation could
teach them. Creating an environment that values what individuals contribute to
the development of their colleagues enhances self-esteem and self-confidence.
When someone comes to you to learn from you, this enhances your own feelings
of self-worth. Too many times we (the senior members) determine that we must
teach the junior. While there is always something to learn, do we acknowledge that
the junior has knowledge that we could learn from? And also, if we seem to always
be designated as the ones who must give and share knowledge, when do we learn?
This model provides a structure enabling two members of separate age groups
to work as a team, assisting each other to improve and expand their strengths for
themselves and their organizational success. This relationship involves a “give-and-
take” style whereby people feel free and comfortable to express ideas and sugges-
tions, ask for help, voice disagreements, and so forth. It is a connection whereby two
people see themselves as colleagues bringing compatible learning styles and desired
skills, experience, and knowledge to the relationship. A Mentoring Partnership team
is an equitable association that connects two individuals bringing talents, skills,
and experiences to the table, which the other person wants to acquire. Examples
of learning that can occur include: passing on the organization’s story, imparting
technical skills, exchanging generational characteristics, advising how to fit into the
organization’s culture, and exchanging job skills across departments.
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Organization benefits:
• Inspire new talent to identify with the organization and its culture by
building stronger ties and working relationships.
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Flexibility of Venues
In addition to the workplace, this model can be applied in other arenas as well.
Some examples include:
• Elementary through high school education: Senior-level and first-year
teachers can form partnerships. First-year teachers have new and
innovative techniques by virtue of being recent graduates; senior
teachers have hands-on experience in the classroom and in the system.
• Higher education: Tenured faculty can learn the latest teaching trends
and tools from junior faculty; while junior faculty can learn about the
tenure process and its requirements.
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Overview of Model Format
It is important for participants to realize that they are not operating as a lone
mentoring partnership, but are involved in an organizational program where
people share concerns, experiences, and support. The process starts with an orien-
tation meeting where mentoring partnerships are formed, and closes with a cele-
bration event where participants can review their experiences, provide feedback,
and reinforce their successes.
Preparation Planning
Like most well-run initiatives, proper planning is critical to the long-term success
of the program and the participants. The process for promotion and recruitment
should begin no less than two months prior to the orientation. (See chapter 8 for
sample materials.) Also during this time, logistics can be arranged for the loca-
tion, catering, and ordering workbooks.
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Group Meetings
Meetings are scheduled throughout the six-month program cycle for administra-
tive purposes and to develop a sense of community. They begin with an orienta-
tion, followed by a launch session, a mid-point review, and a celebration program
to evaluate and close the program.
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Note: It is critical that attendees are aware that matches may not occur for every-
one—there are no guarantees.
After initial matches are made, the orientation continues with those who have
been matched, to distribute Partner’s Workbooks, which will include a Mentoring
Partnership Agreement. These tools help partner teams to continue their conver-
sations and make plans to meet and become better acquainted. This is also an
opportunity for the group to form a cohort community designed to provide each
mentoring partnership team a community of mutual support.
Program Launch
About three weeks after orientation, the formal start of a program cycle is held.
Prior to the meeting, potential partners will have connected to reconfirm their
compatibility and expectations for this relationship. The Mentoring Partnership
Agreement has been completed, signed, and brought to the meeting, initiating the
establishment of the partnership and commitment to a six-month rotation.
Mid-Point Review
This meeting provides participants with a sense of community and support for
their journey. They can check in with other partnerships to compare and share
experiences, develop their concerns and issues, and have their questions answered.
The coordinator begins to learn how the program is going and if any partnerships
need individual follow-up to strengthen the mentoring relationship.
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six-month period. A summary is given regarding how the leadership and coordi-
nator viewed the results of the program. A formal evaluation form is emailed to
participants, completed and signed individually, and returned. Additionally, part-
nerships can decide to continue beyond this rotation.
Program Timeline
The timeline for the entire process from start to finish is approximately 10 months,
as follows:
• Three months: Pre-program planning, which includes promotion,
recruiting, and logistics.
• One month: Celebration occurs at the end of the six month period—
allow one month prior to the event for preparation.
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"But what will Miss Hilliard say, if we stay so long?" asked Christopher.
"We will tell her that the pump was out of order, and old Peter wouldn't let
us have any water at his well—you know he never will let anybody come
to his well—and that we had to go up to the tavern for water."
"Oh, Ozzy, not all! I don't believe your sister would tell a lie for the
world!"
"Won't she, then? If you had heard her this morning! If she didn't tell a
fib, she acted it, and that is worse. Besides, this can't be a lie. You will see
the pump will be out of order when the time comes."
"But, Ozzy—" said Christopher, still hesitating. He did not know exactly
what he meant to say. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted
to go, and the more he listened to the temptation; the fainter became the
whispers of his conscience. Osric saw his advantage, and pursued it.
"You need not go, if you don't want to, Christopher," said he, turning
away. "I did think you thought everything of me, but I see you don't care
anything about me. If you did, you would do what I want you to, but I
know one thing,—I never will ask you to do anything for me again. I
thought you would like to see the funeral, or I wouldn't have asked you.
Now I suppose you will go and tell Miss Hilliard, and get me a whipping. I
never thought you would use me so. Come, Christy," he added, changing
his tone to a coaxing one, "I know you will do this for me. I never will
forget it, and I will do as much and more for you."
CHAPTER III.
WHILE Osric and Christopher had been hatching their conspiracy, Elsie
and Anna had been sitting with Alice Brown under the willow by the side
of the river.
It was a beautiful place. The river ran sparkling along, and made a
cheerful, pleasant murmur against its banks. Just above the dam it was
still and glassy, and poured over the edge of the dam in a smooth, even
sheet. It was just the same, winter or summer, for it was the outlet of
quite a large lake ten or twelve miles away, and was not affected by the
dry weather. Across the river was a green bank, and above that the steep
hillside in which General Dent's vault was built. The vault was shaded by
trees, and the grass grew close to the threshold. The sun was shining on
it, and a robin was sitting singing on one of the carved pinnacles over the
door, but still Elsie thought it looked dismal.
"I shouldn't like to be buried in a vault," said she, with a shiver. "I should
rather be put in the ground, where the grass could grow over me, and the
sun shine on my grave."
"I think I should feel as thee does," replied Alice Brown; "but, after all,
dear, thee knows it does not make any great difference. When the
trumpet shall sound and the dead be raised, it will not matter much
whether we are received from a grass-covered grave, or a stone vault, or
the waters of the sea. We shall all meet the Lord in the air, to be ever with
him, and that is the great thing."
Alice Brown was the oldest girl in school—quite a grown-up young woman.
All the girls looked up to her, and she was kind to them all, but she was
especially fond of Elsie and Anna. They on their part loved Alice dearly,
told her all their troubles, and went to her for help and advice on all
occasions. When Elsie first began to hope that she really loved her
Saviour, Alice was the first person who found out what she was thinking
of, and she had been a great help to Elsie ever since, in directing her by
precept and example in the right way.
The girls sat silent for some moments, and then Elsie said suddenly:
"Alice, if you had a dear friend who kept doing wrong, and would do
wrong whatever you could say to him, and if he would not mind a word
you said, but only kept out of your way, what would you do?"
Alice knew well enough what Elsie meant, for Osric's faults were no secret
at school, whatever they might be at home. She said nothing of him,
however, but answered quietly:
"Well, thee knows, Elsie, that we always have liberty to tell him all our
troubles in our prayers, because he himself invites us, and promises us
his help. If we see our friends going wrong, as thee says, and cannot help
it ourselves, we must just ask the Lord to take the case in hand. We must
ask him to send his Spirit to our friend, to lead him into the right way and
keep him there, and then we must try to believe that he will do it."
"It is hard sometimes," said Alice, sighing, "very hard indeed—but yet he
will give us that grace as well as any other, if we are patient and humble
in asking and in waiting for it. But, dears, it is time for the bell to ring,
and we must not be late."
"Alice, won't you pray? You know what I mean," whispered Elsie, hanging
back and squeezing her friend's hand. "I can't tell you about it, but you
know who I mean."
If Miss Hilliard had noticed, she might have seen that Christopher looked
red and confused, and hesitated a moment, when she told him to go with
Osric and bring a pail of fresh water. As he rose to obey, Christie's
conscience gave him a last pull and whisper—a last draw before it was too
late. He had half a mind to ask to be excused, but he thought how vexed
Osric would be, and how he would laugh at him, and the fear of man was
stronger in his mind than the fear of doing wrong. When Osric and
Christopher came out of the school-house, it wanted a quarter to three.
"We shall be just in time," said Osric. "Hurry, Chris! Never mind the old
pail. Leave it anywhere."
Christopher, however, hid the pail behind the corner of the fence, and then
ran on after Osric, who was already at the bridge. They went up along the
road leading to the vault, and stopped among the trees.
"There! You see we can't go into the vault," said Christopher. "There is
General Dent's man Isaac watching the door."
The two boys hastened up the hill and into the vault, the door of which
stood open. There was not much to see, after all. There were no coffins
standing about, as Osric had expected. In truth, the coffins were placed in
niches in the wall, and there built up, and a marble slab or tablet placed
over the spot to show who was buried there. Christopher and Osric
peeped about trying to read the inscriptions on these tablets.
"Do you suppose the coffins are in behind the wall or under the floor?"
asked Christopher.
"I suppose they are in behind these marble slabs," replied Osric, in a tone
of disappointment. "I thought they would be lying on shelves or on the
ground, so that we could see them. How cold it is in here, isn't it?"
"I suppose that is because the vault is under ground. See here, Ozzy—
here is the old general's stone. Born 1750. More than a hundred years
ago."
"He was an old man when he died, too," said Osric. "I can just remember
him. Here is the general's youngest sister. Aged twelve—just as old as I
am, and she died so long ago—1802."
"I wonder if she has been in heaven all that time?" said Christopher, who
was a thoughtful child. "I wonder whether the general will know her when
he gets there, too? Oh dear! I wish I hadn't come here!" said Christopher,
struck with sudden remorse. "Suppose we should die suddenly, Ozzy?"
"Now, Christy Parsons, if you begin whining, I will never speak to you
again as long as I live!" said Osric, angrily. "I should never have come, if
you hadn't been so ready to come with me, and now you begin blaming
me."
"I didn't blame you, either!" returned Christopher, greatly hurt. "I only
said, What if we should die suddenly? And I didn't make you come, either,
you know. I never should have thought of running away from school, if
you hadn't coaxed me, and I mean to go right back this minute and tell
Miss Hilliard I am sorry and I won't do so again."
"And so get punished and kept after school, and have all the boys laugh at
you for a tattle-tale and a girl-boy," said Osric, "and just as likely as not,
have General Dent taking you up and putting you into jail for trespass.
They do put people into jail for trespass, I know, and of course
trespassing in a vault would be worse than any other."
As the two boys were wrangling at the far end of the vault, they heard
outside a noise of horses' feet and wheels and subdued voices. The
funeral train had come up, and they had not seen it, after all.
"We can't get out now, anyhow," said Osric. "We shall have to wait till
they bring in the coffin, and then we can see that, at any rate, and slip
out with the rest of the people."
"But somebody will be sure to see us," said Christopher, on whose mind
the idea of going to jail for trespass had taken a strong hold. "I don't see
how we can ever get out at all."
"Hush, can't you?" returned Osric, giving him a pinch. "Somebody will
hear you. Just you do as I do. There! They are saying the prayers."
"In the midst of life, we are in death: of whom may we seek for succour
but of thee, O Lord, who for our sins art justly displeased? Yet, O Lord
most holy, O Lord most mighty, O holy and merciful Saviour, deliver us not
into the bitter pains of eternal death!"
How solemn the words sounded! Christopher felt as if they were meant for
him—as if he were being buried instead of Miss Lilla. He burst out crying
in spite of himself, and of Osric's shakes and pinches.
"Do be still, you great baby! I never saw such a dunce in my life! I never
will go anywhere with you again!"
"I can't help it!" sobbed Christopher. "I feel so bad;" and he withdrew
from Osric's grasp to the very farthest end of the vault, which was quite
spacious, and leaning his head against the damp wall, he cried as if his
heart would break.
Meantime, the service was concluded; the white and glistening coffin,
covered with flowers, was brought in and set down on the floor. Osric had
his wits about him, and as the bearers withdrew, he slipped out with them
without being noticed, and hid in a thick bush which grew close to the
door. There were no pall-bearers dressed in white, no plumes of white
feathers or white velvet pall. There were no grand carriages from
Hobartown, but only Mr. Parmalee's own, with General Dent's, Doctor
Henry's, and a few others from the Springs. It was no such great show,
after all.
"Why, Ozzy, where have you been?" she exclaimed. "School has been out
almost an hour, and it is five o'clock. Where is Christy?"
"He has gone home long ago," said Osric, but as he spoke his heart sank,
and he turned as pale as death, for it struck him all at once like a blow,
that he had left Christopher locked up in the burial-vault.
CHAPTER IV.
IT was even so. Christopher, in the midst of his distress and fear, had not
observed that the service was concluded. He had slipped out of sight
behind a piece of projecting masonry, so as not to be noticed, and the
first sound that aroused him to his true position was the closing and
locking of the heavy outer door. Even then, he did not think of being
locked in. He heard the bustle outside gradually die away, but he never
thought that he was being left alone.
"Ozzy!" he whispered, timidly. There was no answer. "Ozzy," he said, in a
louder tone, "hadn't we better go out now? I believe every one has gone
away. I don't hear any one moving. Oh, Ozzy, do speak to me!"
But Ozzy was far enough away by that time. Christopher could hardly be
convinced that he was left alone. At first the vault was perfectly dark to
him, but as his eyes became more accustomed to the place, he could
perceive that a little light came in from a hole over the door filled in with
thick glass, and also from the top. There was what is called a ventilating
shaft to the vault—a tall shaft like a chimney going up from the centre of
the roof through the hill, and for quite a distance above it. At the sides of
this shafts at the top, were four openings for air, and through these, a
little light penetrated, and fell on the white floor of the vault. Christopher
went towards it, and found he could see still more plainly. Yes, Osric had
certainly gone and left him alone.
Spent and exhausted at last, he sat down on the ground in dumb despair
and hid his face on his knees. When he looked up again the place was
perceptibly darker. The sun had gone down behind the hill, and as the
vault fronted the east, the place was in deep shadow. He heard strange
twitterings, and every few minutes a noise like distant thunder. He sprang
up once more, for he was afraid of thunder, and the thought of passing
through a thunder-storm in that place was unbearable. He shook and beat
the door, but in vain. And once more throwing himself on the floor, this
time on his face, he cried aloud, calling alternately on Osric and on his
mother to come to him. The tears relieved him. He cried himself into
quietness, and at last he sat up, and wiping his eyes, he began to think
what he had better do: but with all his thinking, he could come to no
conclusion.
He could not get out by his own efforts, that was certain; unless
somebody came after him, he had no better prospect than to stay there
and starve. There were two or three chances for him.
One was that Osric would tell the story, when of course, he would be
released very soon. As he considered the matter, he felt sure that Osric
would not get back to the school-house before recess was over. Then, he
would have to give an account of himself, and perhaps he would tell the
truth. But then Osric was so afraid of being found fault with, and, besides
that, he might not have known that Christopher was left in the vault. He
might suppose him safe at home all the time. Nobody had seen the two
boys, that Christopher knew of; and even when he was missed, nobody
would think of looking for him there. They would think he had fallen into
the river, or that he had started to go home through the woods and got
lost, but they would never, never think of him sitting all alone in General
Dent's burial-vault.
There was another hope, though not a very cheering one. Christopher
considered that all the other coffins were placed in recesses in the wall, of
which several still remained empty, while Miss Lilla's had been set on the
floor. He looked round, and even now he could see a ray of light reflected
from the silver cross on which the dead girl's name was engraved.
Christopher did not think they could mean to leave it there. He thought it
likely that somebody would come next day to place it in one of the
recesses, or to dispose of it in some other way. If he could live till that
time! But then, he remembered that very likely nothing would be done for
several days. Perhaps they might wait till the marble slab was made ready
with Miss Lilla's name and age on it, and how could he live for three or
four days in that close air, and without anything to eat or drink?
All at once he heard the mill-bell ring. It was six o'clock, then. Every one
would be going home to supper. His mother would have the table all
ready, with the pitcher of new milk, the sweet-smelling loaf of bread, and
all the other good things, and every one would be wondering what had
become of Christopher. David would be called, and would go all over the
village asking for him. Well, Miss Hilliard would know that he had gone out
with Osric after a pail of water. David would go out to Mr. Dennison's and
question Osric, and so the truth would come out. Oh yes, they would
certainly find him before long; but, meantime, how unhappy his poor
mother would feel, and how grieved she would be to hear that he had
been such a wicked boy!
Only that morning he had resolved that he would be so good, and yet he
had allowed himself to be led away by the first temptation. He had
deceived Miss Hilliard, who had always been so kind to him; he had
disobeyed his dear, good mother, and displeased his heavenly Father, and
all because he was afraid of Osric Dennison, who had led him into all this
trouble, and left him to get out the best way he could.
Christopher burst into tears again, but this time they were tears of
genuine repentance. He had been well brought up so far. He had been to
Sunday-school all his life, and his mother had taught him to say his
prayers, and had read the Bible with him ever since he could remember.
The Sunday-school at Boonville was an old-fashioned one, where the
children came to learn, and not to be "interested" or entertained. They
learned their seven verses a week, and said them to their teacher on
Sunday, and the elder ones found proof-texts on subjects given out by the
superintendent, and committed to memory psalms and hymns.
Consequently, Christopher knew a good deal of the Bible for a child of his
age. He felt that he had done very wrong. He had been very wicked.
Nobody but God could help him now, and God was angry with him. Miss
Lilla was in heaven with her Saviour and the holy angels even now, while
her body lay there in the grave where he was, as it were, buried alive with
her, but if he were to die there! Oh, why did not somebody come? It must
be almost dark now. He could not see, at all. They must have heard where
he was by this time: why did not somebody come to take him out? Must
he stay there all night? Must he stay till he starved to death or died of the
chill and the damp air? He was not strong, and he sometimes had fainting
fits, and he had once heard his mother say that he might die in these fits
unless he had help directly. Suppose he should have one now?
Just at this moment he remembered the words which had so affected him
in the funeral service: "Of whom may we seek for succour, but of thee, O
Lord, who for our sins art justly displeased?" That was true. Of whom else
could he seek for help? Nobody else could give him any aid; but if God
were his Friend, no real harm could happen to him. Even if he were to die,
he should be quite safe, for the angels would carry him away from that
dreary place to the light and joy of heaven. But would God forgive him?
Was there any use in asking after he had been so wicked?
"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and
to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." Christopher had heard those
words more times than he could remember, but he had never attached
any particular meaning to them. Now they came to him as a messenger
from on high. He set himself to think of other promises to the same
effect, and he remembered a great many.
"I said I will confess my transgressions unto the Lord, and thou forgavest
the iniquity of my sin."
"He is able to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him."
"That must mean me, because I am a sinner! It must be true—he says so!
Oh, if I had only minded before! But I know he can help me even now, as
he did Daniel and the three Hebrew children, if he sees it right."
Christopher raised his head. The full moon had risen, and a pale beam of
light came through the thick glass over the outer door and shone on the
white coffin. He went and knelt down by the side of it, feeling that even
Miss Lilla's dead body was some company for him.
He prayed that his sins might be forgiven and washed away; that he
might be released from that place and taken back to his mother, if it was
his Father's will; and if not, that he might be taken to heaven; and that he
might not be afraid to die when the time came. He prayed for his mother
and all his friends, and for Osric, and finally, quieted by his prayers and
worn out by fatigue, he laid his head down upon the soft plush which
covered Miss Lilla's last resting-place and fell fast asleep.
CHAPTER V.
MEANTIME, there was a great wonder what could have become of
Christopher.
Mrs. Parsons waited till supper-time without much alarm. She thought
Christopher had perhaps stopped to play with the children who lived near
the school-house—a thing he sometimes did, though his mother had
forbidden it—but when the sun was near setting, and still he did not
come, she grew uneasy and went over to her brother-in-law's house to
see if David knew anything about his cousin. She met David himself at the
gate, apparently just come home.
"I have not been in school this afternoon," said he, in answer to her eager
question. "Father had an errand he wanted done over at Shortsville (which
was another little village on the outlet about five miles away), and I saw a
man from there down at the mill, so I just got Miss Hilliard to excuse me,
and rode over with him. I came back to the Springs on the cars, and
walked the rest of the way. The last I saw of Christopher, he and Osric
Dennison were talking together over Osric's dinner."
"It is very strange," said Mrs. Parsons. "Christy never stays so late."
"I don't exactly see what could happen to him between here and the
village," said David. "He always comes by the road when he is alone, and
even if he had started to come through the woods, the path is perfectly
plain. To be sure, he might go off after flowers or some such nonsense. I'll
tell you what, auntie, I will just get a bite of supper, and then, if father is
willing, I will go back to the village and look him up. Maybe he has gone
home with some of the boys, and such young ones never know what time
it is, you know."
"It will be making you a great deal of trouble after your long walk," said
poor Mrs. Parsons, "but I should be very much obliged to you, David. I
can't help feeling very uneasy."
Mr. Ezra Parsons made no objection to David's going to look for his cousin,
but his mother rather demurred.
"You have had a long walk already, and you are as tired as you can be. I
dare say the young one will turn up all right. Celia is just like a hen with
one chicken."
"Well, that's just what she is,—a hen with one chicken!" said Mr. Parsons,
smiling. "She is a widow, you know, and Christy is all she has in the
world. If she had such a brood as you, mother, she would be more
reasonable."
David laughed, and his mother smiled also, for she knew very well that
she had been just as anxious about every one of her seven sons as Mrs.
Celia was about her one.
"After all, I should feel uneasy, if Harry were out of the way. Chris is a
delicate boy, and, as you say, he is all she has. I don't mind if David don't,
I'm sure, but the child ought to know better than to stay so."
"He does know better," returned David. "However, Chris is a pretty good
boy in general, that I will say for him. The worst thing about him is, that
he is so easily led away. The boys can make him do anything only by
laughing at and teasing him. I hope they have not coaxed him to go in
swimming, or any such thing. I tell you what, ma, I begin to feel rather
uneasy. I guess I will start off now, without waiting for my supper. I'll take
the lantern and go through the woods."
"I can't tell. If I can't hear of him in the village, nor find him in the woods,
I will go out to Mr. Dennison's. He may have gone home with Osric,
though I don't think it likely."
"If you don't come back in an hour, I will hitch up and come down to the
village myself," said Mr. Parsons. "Though I dare say, the little scamp is as
comfortable as can be, somewhere or other. He will deserve a thrashing
for making so much trouble."
By this time, David had the bright kerosene lantern trimmed and lighted,
and was ready to set out on his expedition. His mother kept him waiting
while she filled his pockets with cakes.
She was not one of those mothers who pet their children when they are
little, and turn them off like a brood of last month's chickens as soon as a
younger one comes along. When her biggest boy, who was a rising lawyer
in the city, came home for a visit, he came to his mother for his good-
night and good-morning kiss as regularly as little Harry, who was only
seven years old.
David kissed his mother, and whistling for his dog Sandy, a beautiful and
intelligent Scotch colly, he set out on his expedition. Mrs. Celia Parsons
was standing at her gate looking down the road.
"Keep up good courage, auntie," said David, cheerfully. "I hope to bring
him home all right."
David walked along, swinging his lantern on every side, peering into the
woods, and now and then giving a peculiar shrill whistle or calling aloud.
Sandy, the dog, went sniffing at the path, now and then making a short
excursion into the bushes. No sign of Christopher was seen or heard, as
may be supposed. Arrived at the village, David made inquiries of every
one he thought likely to know anything about the matter. He soon learned
from some of the children that Christopher had gone with Osric for a pail
of water just before recess, and that neither of them had returned to
school.
"Run away to see the funeral, I dare say," said David to himself. "If I don't
give it to Chris, when I catch him! I wonder whether I had better go out
to Dennison's or wait a little longer? There's Jeduthun Cooke. I will ask
him."
Jeduthun had seen nothing of the boys. He and Keziah had been expressly
invited to attend Miss Lilla's funeral from the house, and had borrowed a
horse and buggy to drive over to the Springs. He had not seen the boys in
the crowd round the door of the vault, nor afterwards, and he did not
think they had been at the funeral.
At this moment, Mr. Parsons came up in his buggy. He had driven over by
the road, keeping a sharp lookout on every side, but—as the reader need
hardly be told—had seen nothing of the child. He heard David's story with
some uneasiness. "After all, he may be out at Squire Dennison's all the
time. We had better drive out there and see."
Osric had walked home with Elsie in a very unenviable and uncomfortable
frame of mind. He would give no account of himself to Elsie, and coolly
told her to mind her business.
"Just as if you were my master," said he. "I dare say you will tell mother
of me?"
"I shall have to tell her what made me so late," said Elsie. "She will be
sure to ask me, and I shall have to tell her the truth."
"Oh yes! You are mighty particular about the truth all at once," said Osric,
scornfully. "You were not so very careful this morning. You just as good as
told sister a lie about that book, and you know you did. So!"
"You let her think what wasn't true, and that is just the same," persisted
Osric. "Mother always says so, and you very often do."
"If I did, it was for your sake, Ozzy," returned Elsie. "I never meant to tell
a lie, only to keep you from being blamed. And I do wish you would tell
mother the truth about your running away from school. She will be sure
to find out some way or other, and she will be a great deal more angry."
She easily accepted Osric's excuse that Miss Hilliard had kept the whole
arithmetic class after school, and that Elsie had waited for him, for even
Osric hesitated about involving Elsie in a scrape unnecessarily.
"You must be more careful another time," said she. "Elsie, you did not do
wrong in waiting for your brother, so you need not look so sorrowful. It
was nothing worse than an error in judgment, and you could not know
that I needed you. Run and put on your clean pink frock, and then set the
table."
Elsie obeyed, feeling more unhappy than she had ever done in all her life.
She knew that by her silence, she made herself a party to Osric's lie, and
a lie was dreadful to Elsie. Still, she could not bear to betray her brother.
Even the beautiful new book which her aunt had brought her, could not
divert her attention from her troubles, and every one noticed how quiet
and sober she was.
"She is always a quiet child," replied her mother. "Elsie is one of those
who always have to carry other people's burdens, and I suspect she feels
Osric's being kept after school far more than he does. She is so good
herself that she rarely has any faults of her own to repent of, and she
makes it up by repenting of her brother's."
Elsie overheard these words, and she could bear her trouble no longer.
She ran up to her room, and throwing herself down on her knees beside
the bed, she burst into tears and cried as if her heart would break.
Presently, Osric heard her, and came into the room.
"Do be still," said he, angrily. "What do you make such a fuss for? Nobody
has said anything to you."
"I can't help it, Ozzy," said Elsie, between her sobs. "I feel so wicked."
"Pshaw! You are always making a fuss about something," returned Osric,
who felt uneasy himself, and as usual felt a strong desire to revenge that
uneasiness on somebody. "You just spoil all the comfort of my life, Elsie
Dennison, and especially since you've got to be so wonderful pious. I wish
you were not my sister at all. You do nothing but plague me all the time."
"Oh, Ozzy, how can you say so?" exclaimed Elsie, in a new burst of grief.
"Because I feel so," answered Osric. "I almost hate you, Elsie Dennison,
so there!" And with these wicked words, Osric quitted the room and went
to his own, which was close by. He was very uncomfortable; for the more
he thought about it, the more he felt that he had left Christopher shut up
in the vault. He tried to think that somebody would be sure to let him out,
but it was not very pleasant to think of poor Christopher confined in that
dismal place, and crying for his mother, perhaps frightened to death by
the darkness and loneliness: for Osric had heard of such things.
Then, if Christopher should get out alive, he would be sure to tell, and
what would his father say? He had been threatened with severe
punishment the next time he told a lie, and he knew that his father was a
man of his word. Osric was frightened at himself when he found he was
actually hoping Christopher might never come out alive. Oh no, he did not
mean that, only he wished he had never gone to see the funeral. It was
all Christopher's fault, anyway. Osric would never have gone but for him.
Presently he heard a buggy drive up, and a few minutes afterwards his
father called him from the foot of the stairs: "Osric! Come down here,
directly!"
There was nothing for it but to obey. Osric put on his clothes again, and
went down to the kitchen, where he found his father and mother, with Mr.
Parsons and David.
"Come here, Osric," said his mother. "Mr. Parsons wants to speak to you."
"Don't be afraid, now, but tell me the exact truth," said Mr. Parsons.
"Where did you and Christopher go when you were sent after water?"
"Well, and what then? Why did you not come back to school at once,
instead of staying out all the afternoon?"
"But, Ozzy, Miss Hilliard and all the children say that you did not come
back at all," said David. "Miss Hilliard says she has never seen you since
she sent you for the water before the girls' recess."
"Call Elsie," said Mr. Dennison. "She will tell the truth, if she is asked, I
am sure."
Elsie was called, and came down, her eyes red with crying. "Now, Elsie,
tell us the exact truth," said her father, drawing her towards him. "Did
Osric and Christopher go out after water before recess?"
Once being asked a straightforward question, Elsie had no hesitation in
answering. She checked her tears, and replied plainly, "Yes, father."
Osric looked threateningly at Elsie, but she did not hesitate. She had
made up her mind as to her duty, and was determined to do it.
"They did not come back at all, father. They had not come when school
was out, and I waited ever so long for Ozzy after the school-house was
locked up."
"Now, Osric, you must tell us the truth," said Mr. Parsons, firmly but
kindly. "Christopher is missing and cannot be found, and his mother is
very much distressed about him."
At first, Osric would say nothing, but finally, he admitted that he and
Christopher had hid among the willows on the bank of the river to see the
funeral pass, that they had watched it across the river, and then
Christopher said his head ached, and he would go home.
"You are sure you did not go in swimming?" said Mr. Parsons.
"Quite sure?"
"No, we didn't. We talked about it, but Christopher was afraid, and
wouldn't go."
"But where were you all the time, Osric?" asked his father. "You must
have been gone from the school-house almost two hours, according to
Elsie's account."
"I wasn't gone near so long," said Osric, reckless of consequences, and
with a burning desire to be revenged on Elsie. "I got back just after school
was out. I walked a little way with Christy, and then came right back to
the school-house. Elsie was playing with some girls on the meeting-house
steps, and she would not come for ever so long."
"That does not agree very well with the story you told me when you first
came home—that Miss Hilliard had kept you after school, and that Elsie
waited for you," said his mother. "Which are we to believe?"
Osric was silent. He had forgotten that story. It is inconvenient for liars to
have short memories.
"You may ask any of the girls about it, mother," said Elsie.
"Now, Osric, tell us the exact truth, for it is very important that we should
know," said Mr. Parsons. "Where did you part from Christopher?"
"By a great pine stump. He wanted me to go all the way with him; and I
wouldn't;" and to this story Osric doggedly adhered.
"That must have been about half-past four, as nearly as we can get at it,"
said David. "What can have become of the child, father?"
"I cannot guess," replied his father; "but we must lose no time in seeking
for him. There is a storm threatening, and if Christopher is lost in the
woods, he may die of fright, if of nothing else, before morning. We must
go back to the village, turn out the men, and search the woods. You are
sure Christopher did not go in swimming?"
"He didn't while he was with me, that's all I know," said Osric, sullenly.
Mr. Parsons and David got into the buggy and drove rapidly towards the
village. Mr. Dennison tried to get something more out of Osric, but in vain.
At last, wearied out with his obstinacy, he punished him severely and sent
him to bed.
Mrs. Dennison reproved Elsie for not telling the truth about the reason of
her delay.
"I know it was naughty," sobbed Elsie. "I have felt so bad about it ever
since, but I didn't know what to do."
"You may always know what to do when anybody, no matter who, tries to
make you a sharer in any deceit," said her mother, "You do Osric harm
instead of good, by always trying to cover up his faults. It is much better
that he should be found out and punished. I do not mean that you are
always to be telling of him, but you should never allow yourself to be
drawn in by him to do what you know to be wrong. Now go to bed, and
when you say your prayers, don't forget to ask forgiveness both for
yourself and your brother, and pray that poor Osric may see his sin and
repent of it."
Meantime, all the men in the little village were out searching for
Christopher. One party explored the woods, and another searched the
banks of the stream up and down. David was with the party, and about a
quarter of a mile above the school-house, he found a handkerchief
belonging to his little cousin. David groaned at the sight, and hid his face
in his hands.
"I am afraid he did go in swimming, after all, and if he did, this is all we
shall ever see of him," said he.
"But Osric says he started for home through the woods," said one of the
large boys.
"Osric didn't tell the truth," replied David. "I don't know what the truth is,
but I know he didn't tell it. Oh, poor Aunt Celia!"
"Don't give up," said John Lee. "This handkerchief may have been left
here before. You know the little boys like to play up and down the creek.
Let us go back and see if any news has come from the woods. My! What a
flash that was! I am afraid we are going to have a great storm. It's not a
good night to be out in."
"The wind is rising too," said David. "Oh what will become of that poor
little child?"
"We'll give that Osric a lesson, anyhow!" said John Lee. "The little rascal!
He is always in some mischief or other! Won't he catch it from Miss
Hilliard, though?"