Ralph Raymond's Heir. Alger Horatio Jr.

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      With this miserable casuistry he strove to palliate the treachery and crime which he had just committed, not against a foe who had done him harm, but against his early friend, for whom he had always professed the strongest affection. And all this for the sake of a little dross!

      "There is something I want to tell you, Paul," said the sick man, turning his head on the pillow by an effort, "something which will, perhaps, surprise you, and after that I shall have a favor to ask of you. Will you grant it?"

      "Yes," said Paul Morton, "I will grant it. Speak on."

      His curiosity was not a little excited by what he had heard. He drew a chair to the bedside, and sat down.

      "I am ready to hear what you have to say, Ralph," he said.

      "You suppose, and the world supposes that I have never married," the sick man commenced.

      Paul Morton started, and he awaited nervously what was to follow.

      "The world is right, is it not?" he said hastily.

      "No, the world is wrong. Sixteen years ago I married a portionless girl. For reasons which it is unnecessary now to mention, my marriage was not made public, but it was strictly legal. My young wife lived less than two years, but ere she died she gave me a son."

      "Is he still living?" asked Paul Morton, in a hoarse voice.

      "Yes, he still lives."

      "Then," thought Paul, with a sense of bitter disappointment, "all my labor has been for naught. This boy will inherit Raymond's fortune, and his death will be of no benefit to me."

      "Where is the boy now?" he asked.

      "He is at a boarding-school on the Hudson. He was early educated abroad, but for two years he has been at Dr Tower's boarding-school, about forty miles from New York."

      "Does he know anything of his parentage?"

      "Yes, I went to see him before I came last to your house. Besides, I have thought it well to communicate all the facts in the case to Dr. Tower as it was possible, that I might die suddenly, and his testimony might be required to substantiate my son's claims to my estates."

      "What is your son's name?" asked Paul Morton, rousing a little from the stupor into which the information had thrown him.

      "Robert Raymond. It was the name of my wife's only brother, who had died young, and as I had no particular preference, I allowed her to name him."

      "Is he in good health?"

      "Yes; happily he has not inherited my constitution. He seems healthy and likely to live long. But I am sorry that he will be left so alone in the world, as he must be by my death. This brings me to the favor I was about to ask of you. In my will I have appointed you the guardian of my boy, who is now between fourteen and fifteen. I think it will not occasion you much trouble. My property, which I have put into solid securities, will amount to one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. Of course, therefore, there will be no occasion for stinting him. I desire him to have the best advantages. As for you, my old friend, as a slight compensation for the trouble you will take, and as a proof of my affection, I authorize you to appropriate to your own use, during my son's minority, one-half of the income of the property and pay his expenses out of the other half. What there may be over can be added to the principal."

      "But suppose—though, if the boy is as healthy as you say, there is little fear of that—suppose Robert should die before attaining his majority."

      "Should that event happen, and, as you say, it is possible, I desire that the property should go without reserve to you. I have so provided in my will."

      A flush of gratification mantled the cheek of Paul Morton, as he heard this statement. "All is not lost," he thought. "The boy may die and then–"

      This is what he thought, but he said:

      "Ralph, you are too kind and generous. It is my earnest hope that such a contingency may never occur."

      "I am sure of that. I have perfect confidence in you, and I know you will be kind to my boy. He may be here to-morrow morning."

      "Here to-morrow morning!" ejaculated Paul Morton, in surprise.

      "Yes. I requested the nurse to write to him yesterday afternoon, in my name, to come at once. As I have but a short time to live, I wish to have him with me during the short remainder of my life—that is, if it will not be inconvenient to you to have him in the house."

      "Certainly not, I shall be glad to have him come," said Paul Morton, absently.

      "I begin to feel drowsy. I will try to sleep," said the sick man.

      "Then I will leave you. I hope you may awake refreshed."

      Paul Morton walked out of the sick-room with his eyes bent upon the floor. He wanted to think over this new and unexpected turn of affairs.

      CHAPTER IV.

      RALPH RAYMOND'S HEIR

      In the revelation which had been made him by Ralph Raymond, Paul Morton found fruitful subject of meditation. To begin with, he had been disappointed to find a young life between himself and the estate which he coveted. But, on the other hand, that estate was twenty thousand dollars larger than he supposed; and, moreover, as the boy's guardian, he would have in his own hands the control of the whole for nearly seven years, and be paid in the meantime a handsome sum for his trouble. Besides, many things might happen in seven years. The boy was young and healthy, so his father said, but life is uncertain in all cases. He might die, and in that event, the entire property without reserve, would fall to him—Paul Morton. The situation, therefore, was far from being as discouraging as it might have been.

      The next morning Paul Morton was sitting at the breakfast table with his wife opposite him. As nothing has yet been said of Mrs. Morton, a few words of description may not be inappropriate.

      Mrs. Morton, then, was ten years younger than her husband. She had belonged to a proud but poor family, and had married from no impulse of affection, but because she considered Mr. Morton a rich man who could give her a luxurious home. No sympathy need be wasted upon her, for she had very little heart, and lived only for ostentation. There had been very little domestic harmony between the two. She had shown herself lavishly extravagant, even beyond her husband's means, and any tendency on his part to curb her extravagance was met by biting sarcasm, and an exhibition of ill temper which soon compelled him to surrender at discretion.

      Such was the ill-assorted couple who sat at the breakfast table on the morning of which I am speaking.

      Mr. Morton, of whose personal appearance I have not yet spoken, was in appearance fifty-four years of age, though he was really several years younger. He had lost nearly all his hair, retaining only a few locks on either side of his head. There was a furtive look about his eyes calculated to inspire distrust. He seemed reluctant to look one full in the face. On the whole the impression given by his features was unfavorable. They seemed to indicate a mean, ignoble disposition, so truly do the inner qualities mark their impress on the face.

      "Well, Mr. Morton," said his wife, leaning back in her chair, "have you brought me the money I asked for yesterday?"

      "No," said Mr. Morton uneasily, for he knew that this reply would elicit a storm.

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