Ralph Raymond's Heir. Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ why not, I should like to know?" she exclaimed, with flashing eyes. "Don't pretend to say you forgot it, for I won't believe any such nonsense."

      "No, I didn't forget it, Mrs. Morton," said her husband, "but the fact is, it was not convenient for me to bring it."

      "Not convenient! What do you mean by that, Mr. Morton?" exclaimed the lady in an angry voice.

      "It is just as I say. Business is very dull and money is tight."

      "That is what you always say," said Mrs. Morton, curling her lip.

      "Whether I do or not, it is true enough now. I wish it wasn't."

      "I only asked for a hundred dollars. Surely that would make no difference in your business."

      "That is where you are mistaken. If you will be kind enough to remember how often you call upon me for such trifles, and have a head for arithmetic, you can estimate what they will amount to in the course of a year."

      "But I haven't a head for arithmetic, and don't want to have. I always despised it. All I know is, that I have picked out a lovely silk dress pattern at Stewart's, and I want to go round and secure it this morning, or I may lose it altogether."

      "If you do, I think you will manage to survive it."

      "You'd better not try to be sarcastic, Mr. Morton. You haven't the brains for it, and it isn't in your line."

      "You are complimentary."

      "No, I only show a proper discrimination. Heaven knows I have lived with you years enough, and weary ones at that, to understand you thoroughly. Can't you send me up a check from your store? It will be in time if I receive it by eleven o'clock."

      "No, I cannot," said Paul Morton, with unusual firmness.

      "So you refuse, do you?" exclaimed Mrs. Morton, in deep anger.

      "I do; and for a good reason."

      "Give me your reason, then. I should like to judge of it myself."

      "Then I will tell you without reserve, what I had not intended to mention. In all my mercantile career I was never in such danger of ruin as at the present. The dull times at which you sneer have proved very disastrous to me. It is all I can do to keep my head above water. Every day I fear that the crash will come, and that instead of being able to afford you this establishment, I shall be obliged to remove into some humble dwelling in Brooklyn, and seek for a position as clerk or bookkeeper. How would you fancy this change, madam? Yet it is at such a time you harass me with your unreasonable demands for money. If I am ruined, it will be some satisfaction that you, who have had so much to do with bringing it on, are compelled to suffer its inconveniences with me."

      Mrs. Morton turned pale while he was speaking, for she had never known anything of her husband's business affairs, and supposed that such a thing as his failure was impossible. To be reduced to poverty, where a wife loves her husband and is beloved in return, is not so hard; but where there is no pretence of love, and the wife lives only for show, it is felt as a terrible misfortune.

      "You are only saying this to frighten me," she said after a pause, with an attempt to rally.

      "If you think that, you are utterly mistaken," said her husband. "I wish, indeed, that it were true, but unfortunately it is not. My position is to the full, as hazardous, and my ruin as imminent as I have told you. You can imagine whether I have a hundred dollars to spare for you to spend at Stewart's."

      Mrs. Morton was for a brief time silent. She hardly knew how to answer; at last she said, "There's your sick friend upstairs. Isn't he a rich man?"

      "Yes."

      "He won't live very long, probably. Won't he leave you anything?"

      "I expected that he would leave me his entire fortune, according to an old promise between us; but only yesterday I learned that he has a son living."

      "And you will receive nothing, then?" said his wife, disappointed.

      "Not so. I shall be left guardian of the boy, and for seven years I shall receive half the income of the property in return for my services."

      "And how much is the property?"

      "A hundred thousand dollars or more."

      "What will be your share of the income?"

      "Probably not less than four thousand dollars."

      "Four thousand dollars!" said the lady with satisfaction. "Then you won't have to get a situation as clerk, even if you do fail. We can go to a stylish boarding-house. It won't be so bad as I thought."

      "But I shan't be able to give you two thousand dollars a year for dress, as I have been accustomed to do."

      "Perhaps you won't fail."

      "Perhaps not. I hope not."

      "Where is this boy?"

      "He is at a boarding-school on the Hudson. I expect him here this morning."

      Scarcely had he said this when a servant opened the door and said, "Mr. Morton, there is a boy just come who says he is Mr. Raymond's son."

      "Bring him in," said Paul Morton.

      A moment later, and a boy of fourteen entered the room, and looked inquiringly at the two who were sitting at the table.

      "Are you Robert Raymond?" inquired Mr. Morton.

      "Yes, sir," said the boy, in manly tones. "How is my father?"

      "Your father, my poor boy," said Paul Morton, in pretended sadness, "is, I regret to say, in a very precarious condition."

      "Don't you think he will live?" asked Robert, anxiously.

      "I fear not long. I am glad you have come. I will go up with you at once to your father's chamber. I hope you will look upon me as your sincere friend, for your father's sake. Maria, my dear, this is young Robert Raymond. Robert, this is Mrs. Morton."

      Mrs. Morton gave her hand graciously to the boy. Looking upon him as her probable savior from utter ruin, she was disposed to regard him with favor.

      Mr. Morton rose from the table, and motioning Robert to follow him, led the way to the sick man's chamber.

      CHAPTER V.

      JAMES CROMWELL GAINS SOME INFORMATION

      On the east side of the Bowery is a shabby street, which clearly enough indicates, by its general appearance, that it is never likely to be the resort of fashionable people. But in a large city there are a great many people who are not fashionable, and cannot aspire to fashionable quarters, and these must be housed as well as they may.

      There stands in this street a shabby brick house of three stories. In the rear room of the upper story lived James Cromwell, the clerk in the druggist's store already referred to in our first chapter. The room was small and scantily furnished, being merely provided with a pine bedstead, painted yellow, and a consumptive-looking bed, a wooden chair, washstand, and a seven-by-nine mirror. There was no bureau, and, in fact, it would have been difficult to introduce one into a room of the dimensions.

      The occupant of the room stood before the mirror, СКАЧАТЬ