Strong and Steady. Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ his father's meanness, but not his frugality. He was more self-indulgent, and, though he grudged spending money for others, was perfectly ready to spend as much as he could get hold of for himself.

      CHAPTER V.

      JACOB DRUMMOND—CONTINUED

      Over Joshua Mr. Drummond had less control than over his wife. The latter gave way meekly to his unreasonable requisitions; but Joshua did not hesitate to make opposition, being as selfish and self-willed as his father, for whom he entertained neither respect nor affection.

      Joshua looked around him disdainfully.

      "Is this Fast Day?" he asked.

      "You know very well that Fast Day comes in April," said his father.

      "I only judged from the looks of the table," said Joshua, not very respectfully. "You don't mean that we shall any of us suffer from the gout."

      "Bread and butter and pie are good enough for anybody," said Mr. Drummond, stiffly.

      "I don't see any pie. Excuse me, there is a little,—so little that I did not at first see it."

      This was too much for Mr. Drummond's temper.

      "Unmannerly boy!" he exclaimed; "if you are dissatisfied with the fare you get at home, you can engage board elsewhere."

      "I would like to," muttered Joshua, in a low voice, which his father chose not to hear.

      In silence he helped himself to bread and butter, and in due time accepted a piece of pie, which Mrs. Drummond made larger at the expense of her own share.

      Harmony thus being restored, Mr. Drummond remarked, "I've had a telegram to-day from Willoughby."

      "From Willoughby?" repeated his wife. "Isn't that where your cousin William Conrad lives?"

      "He doesn't live there any longer. He's dead."

      "Dead! When did he die?"

      "I don't know. Yesterday, I suppose. The funeral is to be day after to-morrow."

      "Shall you go?"

      "Yes. It will cost me considerable; as much as five dollars or more; but he was my cousin, and it is my duty to go," said Mr. Drummond, with the air of a man who was making a great sacrifice.

      "He was rich, wasn't he?" asked Joshua, becoming interested.

      "Probably worth a hundred thousand dollars," said his father, complacently.

      "I should think he might have left me something," said Joshua.

      "He never saw you, Joshua," said his mother.

      "Joshua stands a better chance of getting a legacy from one who doesn't know him, than from one who does," said Mr. Drummond, with grim pleasantry.

      "He leaves children, doesn't he, Mr. Drummond?"

      "One child—a boy. Let me see, he must be fifteen by this time."

      "And his mother isn't living?"

      "No."

      "Poor boy!"

      "He'll be a rich boy, Mrs. Drummond, and I'll tell you what, I shouldn't wonder if we had a good chance to know him."

      "How so?"

      "It's likely I will be appointed his guardian. I'm the nearest relative, so that will be the most proper course."

      "Will he come here, then?" asked Joshua.

      "Very probably."

      "Then I hope you'll live better, or he won't stand it."

      "When I require any advice from you, Joshua, I will apply for it," said his father.

      Joshua inwardly hoped that his father would be appointed guardian, as it might make a difference in the family living; and, besides, if his cousin were rich, he meant to wheedle himself into his confidence, in the hope of future advantage.

      "When shall you set out?" asked Mrs. Drummond.

      "To-morrow morning, I think," said her husband. "It will be hard to leave, but it's due to my cousin's memory."

      Mr. Drummond had become very punctilious all at once, considering that for the last dozen years Mr. Conrad, who had by no means admired him, had had little or no communication with him. But then he had died rich, and who knows what sort of a will he had left? At any rate, Jacob began to feel a strong interest in him now. He might have put off going to Willoughby till the morning train on the day of the funeral, for two o'clock was the hour fixed for the last ceremony; but he was in a hurry to learn all he could about the property, and secure, if possible, the guardianship for himself. This was the secret of his willingness to sacrifice time and money out of regard to his cousin's memory. The next day, therefore, he started, taking with him in his valise a lunch of bread and meat tied up in a piece of brown paper. He didn't intend to spend any more money than was absolutely necessary on tavern bills.

      Shortly after his arrival, he called at the house of mourning.

      "I am Jacob Drummond, of Stapleton, the cousin of the deceased," he explained to Nancy, who opened the door to admit him. "Is my young relative, Mr. Conrad's son, at home?"

      "Yes, sir," said Nancy, taking an inventory of his features, and deciding that he was a very disagreeable looking man.

      "Will you mention my name to him, and say that I should like to see him?"

      Mr. Drummond was ushered into the parlor, where he had a little chance to look around him before Walter appeared.

      "It's all nonsense wasting so much money on furniture," he mentally ejaculated. "The money spent is a dead loss when it might be drawing handsome interest."

      Walter did not long keep him waiting.

      Mr. Drummond rose at his entrance.

      "I suppose you don't know me," he said; "but I was your father's nearest living relation."

      "Mr. Drummond, I believe."

      "Yes, Jacob Drummond, of Stapleton. You have probably heard your father speak of me?"

      "Yes, sir," said Walter.

      "I came as soon as I could after getting the telegram. I left my business to take care of itself. I wanted to offer you my sympathy on your sad loss."

      Mr. Drummond's words were kind, though the reference to his sacrifice in leaving his business might have been as well left out. Still Walter could not feel as grateful as he wanted to do. Somehow he didn't fancy Mr. Drummond.

      "You are very kind," he said.

      "I mean to be. You know I'm your nearest relation now. I truly feel for you in your desolate condition, and though it may not be the right time to say it, I must tell you that I hope, when the funeral is over, you will accompany me home, and share our humble hospitality. Mrs. Drummond joins with me in the invitation."

      Mrs. Drummond had not been consulted in the matter, but her husband thought it would sound well to say so.

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