Frank and Fearless; or, The Fortunes of Jasper Kent. Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      "Lay the whole blame upon me, Mr. Kent," she said. "It was I who advised it, and I am willing to take the responsibility."

      "I know you advised it, my dear," said Mr. Kent, to whom this phrase was yet new; "but I could not understand why."

      "I will explain, and I think you will consider my explanation a good one. It would have taken Jasper's attention from his studies, and it might have been some time before he would have been able to resume them to advantage."

      "That may be, but still on an occasion of this kind—"

      "If the ceremony had not been so private—wholly out of regard to your health—of course he should have been recalled. As it is, it is better on all accounts not to disturb him. Did I tell you that I saw him last week?"

      "Saw Jasper?"

      "Yes."

      "Was he here? Why did I not see him?" asked Mr. Kent, in surprise.

      "It was not here that I saw him—it was at his school."

      "At his school! How came you to go there?" inquired her husband in still greater surprise.

      "I will tell you, though I have hitherto kept it a secret, as a matter of my own. Now, since I am your wife, it is only proper that I should acquaint you with it. I have a nephew at the same school."

      "You have a nephew at Dr. Benton's boarding-school?"

      "Yes," answered Mrs. Kent, lowering her voice to a compassionate inflection. "Poor boy! he has neither father nor mother! He is entirely dependent upon me. Out of my salary I have paid his expenses ever since I entered your employ."

      "That was generous and kind of you," said her husband, approvingly. "What is the boy's name?"

      "Nicholas Thorne."

      "Your brother's son, I suppose?" said Mr. Kent.

      "Ye—es," she replied, hesitatingly.

      "What is his age?"

      "Sixteen. He is about the same age as Jasper. Do I venture too much in asking you to become his friend?"

      Mrs. Kent modulated her voice, as she well knew how to do, to counterfeit warm and tender feeling, as she proffered this request. Her nature was feline, and she knew how to conceal her claws.

      "You may rely upon my co-operation, my dear," said Mr. Kent, kindly, "in your noble task."

      There was a latent gleam of triumph in Mrs. Kent's eyes as she heard this promise, which transferred to her husband a burden which had long been a drain upon her own slender purse. She had dreaded the effect of this announcement upon her husband, and finally, as we have seen, thought it best to change the relationship and call Nicholas her nephew, and not her son. So that difficulty was well surmounted, and the effect had been to impress Mr. Kent with a sense of her generous and unselfish devotion.

      But her exultation was short-lived. A bustle was heard outside. An instant later the door was thrown open, and Jasper entered the room, flushed and excited.

      CHAPTER VI.

      THE STEP-MOTHER

      "Jasper!" exclaimed his father, in surprise, but showing pleasure, nevertheless, at his son's unexpected presence.

      The boy went straight up to his father, passing within two feet of his father's wife, but without even looking at her.

      "Father!" he burst forth, impulsively, "is it true?"

      "Is what true?" asked his father, embarrassed, for he guessed what Jasper meant.

      "Are you married—to her?" pointing to Mrs. Kent, who looked indignant at the reference.

      "Yes, Jasper," answered his father, nervously. "Shake hands with your—with Mrs. Kent."

      He was about to say "your mother," but something in his memory, perhaps something in his son's face, led him to change the expression.

      Jasper did not apparently heed the suggestion. Instead, he said, reproachfully:

      "Why was it, father, that you left me in ignorance of your intention?"

      "She thought it best," said his father, in an apologetic tone.

      Mrs. Kent spoke for the first time.

      "Yes, Jasper, we thought it would only interrupt your studies."

      Jasper could not help a slight sneer, as he answered:

      "You were very considerate, madam; but it seems to me that such an important event in my father's life would justify an interruption."

      Mrs. Kent repressed her real feelings of anger and vexation, and answered mildly, and with an affectation of good humor:

      "I don't know but you are right, Jasper, and we were wrong. At any rate, since you have come it is a pity you were not here earlier, so that you could have been present at the ceremony. It was quite private, as your father can tell you."

      "Yes, Jasper, there were no invitations issued," said his father.

      "I wish that I had come earlier," said Jasper, slowly.

      "At any rate, now that you are here," said Mrs. Kent, with well-feigned cordiality, for it was politic to keep on good terms with Jasper, since he was his father's favorite, "you will stay a day or two."

      "You forget, madam, the interruption to my studies," said Jasper.

      "I should like to wring the boy's neck," thought Mrs. Kent, her eyes contracting slightly, but she answered, amiably: "I am afraid I have thought too much of that already. Let me make amends by welcoming you, and asking you to stay as long as you can."

      Mr. Kent nodded approvingly at these words of his wife.

      "I ought not to complain," said Jasper, "since you treated me no worse than you did your own son."

      "Nicholas has betrayed my secret!" thought Mrs. Kent, turning pale.

      "What are you talking about, Jasper?" demanded Mr. Kent, surprised. "My wife has no son."

      "Jasper means my nephew," explained Mrs. Kent, recovering her assurance.

      "He said you were his mother," said Jasper.

      "Yes," said Mrs. Kent, with admirable composure, "the poor boy has always looked upon me as a mother, though such is not our relationship. Indeed, I may say, orphan as he is, I have been a mother to him."

      "And it is very much to your credit, my dear," said Mr. Kent, kindly. "We must have him here on a visit. As Jasper's schoolmate, and your nephew, he shall be doubly welcome."

      "You are very kind, Mr. Kent," said his wife, in a tone which might well be mistaken for that of grateful emotion. "It will, indeed, be a treat to my poor Nicholas to come here, even for a day."

      "He must spend his next vacation here, eh, Jasper? It will be pleasant for you to have a boy of your own age here."

      "Do as you like, father," said Jasper, who didn't care to say how distasteful the СКАЧАТЬ