Strong and Steady. Alger Horatio Jr.

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      "Yes; but I am glad you have got a man you can trust. Mrs. Drummond, I think Mr. Conrad will have another piece of pie."

      Supper was over at length, and Walter, by invitation, went out to walk with Joshua.

      CHAPTER VIII.

      WALTER MAKES A REVELATION

      Walter did not anticipate a very pleasant walk with Joshua. The little he had seen of that young man did not prepossess him in his favor. However, having no other way of spending his time, he had no objection to the walk.

      "That's the old man's store just across the street," said Joshua, as they emerged from the house.

      "Your father's?"

      "Of course. Don't you see the name on the sign?" Walter did see it, but never having been accustomed to speak of his own father as "the old man," he was not quite sure he apprehended Joshua's meaning.

      "You were an only child, weren't you?" said Joshua.

      "Yes," said Walter, soberly.

      He could not help thinking what a comfort it would have been to him to have either brother or sister. He would have felt less alone in the world.

      "So am I," said Joshua; adding, complacently, "Between you and I, the old man has laid up quite a snug sum. Of course it'll all come to me some day."

      "I am glad to hear it," said Walter, rather wondering that Joshua should have made such a communication to a comparative stranger.

      "To hear the old man talk," pursued Joshua, "you'd think he was awful poor. He's stingy enough about everything in the house. There isn't a family in town that don't live better than we do."

      "I thought we had a very good supper," said Walter, who experienced not a little disgust at Joshua's charges against his father.

      "That was because you were with us. The old man laid himself out for the occasion."

      "I am sorry if any difference was made on my account."

      "Well, I aint. It's the first decent supper I've eaten at home since the Sewing Circle met at our house three years ago."

      "Is that the church?" asked Walter, desirous of diverting the conversation into another channel.

      "Yes, that's the old meeting-house. I hate to go there. The minister's an old fogy."

      "What is that I see through the trees? Is it a river?"

      "No, it's a pond."

      "Do you ever go out on it?"

      "Not very often. I tried to get the old man to buy me a boat, but he wouldn't do it. He's too stingy."

      "I wouldn't talk so about your father."

      "Why not?"

      "Because he is entitled to your respect."

      "I don't know about that. If he'd treat me as he ought to, I'd treat him accordingly. He never gives me a cent if he can help it. Now how much do you think he allows me a week for spending money?"

      "I can't tell."

      "Only fifty cents, and I'm eighteen years old. Isn't that mean?"

      "It isn't a very large sum."

      "Of course not. He ought to give me five dollars a week, and then I'd buy my own clothes. Now I have to take up with what I can get. He wanted to have his old overcoat, that he'd worn three winters, made over for me; but I wouldn't stand it. I told him I'd go without first."

      Though these communications did not raise Joshua in the estimation of Walter, the latter could not help thinking that there was probably some foundation for what was said, and the prejudice against Mr. Drummond, for which he had blamed himself as without cause, began to find some extenuation.

      "When I talk to the old man about his stinting me so," continued Joshua, "he tells me to go to work and earn some money."

      "Why don't you do it?"

      "He wants me to go into his store, but he wouldn't pay me anything. He offered me a dollar and a half a week; but I wasn't going to work ten or twelve hours a day for no such sum. If I could get a light, easy place in the city, say at ten dollars a week, I'd go. There aint any chance in Stapleton for a young man of enterprise."

      "I've thought sometimes," said Walter, "that I should like to get a place in the city; but I suppose I couldn't get enough at first to pay my board."

      "You get a place!" exclaimed Joshua, in astonishment. "I thought you was going to college."

      "Father intended I should; but his death will probably change my plans."

      "I don't see why."

      "It is expensive passing through college; I cannot afford it."

      "Oh, that's all humbug. You're talking like the old man."

      "How do you know that it is humbug?" demanded Walter, not very well pleased with his companion's tone.

      "Why, you're rich. The old man told me that your father left a hundred thousand dollars. You're the only son; you told me so yourself."

      "Your father is mistaken."

      "What, wasn't your father rich?" asked Joshua, opening his small eyes in amazement.

      "My father was unfortunate enough to get involved in a speculation, by which he lost heavily. I can't tell how his affairs stand till they are settled. I may be left penniless."

      "Do you mean that?" asked Joshua, stopping short and facing his companion.

      "I generally mean what I say," said Walter, rather stiffly.

      Joshua's answer was a low whistle of amazement.

      "Whew!" he said. "That's the biggest joke I've heard of lately;" and he followed up this remark by a burst of merriment.

      Walter surveyed him with surprise. He certainly did not know what to make of Joshua's conduct.

      "I don't see any joke about it," he said. "I don't complain of being poor, for I think I can earn my own living; but it doesn't strike me as a thing to laugh at."

      "I was laughing to think how the old man is taken in. It's rich!"

      Joshua burst into another fit of boisterous laughter.

      "How is he taken in?"

      "He thinks you're worth a hundred thousand dollars," said Joshua, going off in another peal of merriment.

      "Well, he is mistaken, that's all. I don't see how he is taken in."

      "He's been doing the polite, and treating you as if you was a prince of the blood. That's the reason he told the old woman to get up such a nice supper, he expected to get you to take him for a guardian, and then he'd have the handling of your money. Won't he be mad when he finds out how he's been taken in? Giving you the best room too! Are you sure that none of the property will be left?"

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