Rupert's Ambition. Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ a curious woman! I should hardly think Mrs. Rollins would have made choice of her as a friend!" soliloquized the young man as he pushed on to the street.

      "I wonder what his name is and where he lives," speculated Mrs. Marlow. "He must be the young man that gave the Rollinses the purse and the basket of provisions. If I knew where he lived I'd go and see him often."

      There is very little doubt that Mrs. Marlow would have kept her word, but unfortunately she had no clew to the residence of her new acquaintance.

      When Rupert came downstairs, she put herself in his way.

      "You had a call from a nice gentleman this morning," she said, insinuatingly.

      Rupert felt too happy to slight even Mrs. Marlow, and he answered, courteously,

      "Yes."

      "I hope he brought a present for your mother."

      "No, Mrs. Marlow, but he brought something better."

      "And what can that be?" asked the widow, with intense curiosity.

      "He engaged mother to take a place as housekeeper for a gentleman in the country."

      "You don't say! And what'll be done with your sister? I'll board her cheap, and be like a mother to her."

      Rupert could not help smiling at the idea of leaving his sister in such hands. He explained that Grace would go with her mother.

      "Sure your mother's a lucky woman! I'd like to be a housekeeper myself. Wouldn't you speak to the gentleman for me?"

      "I'll mention it if you like."

      Rupert could promise this safely, for he would take care that Mr. Sylvester understood the character of their unscrupulous neighbor.

      "If you'll do it, Rupert, dear, I'll pay you back the dollar I borrowed the other day, when I get my first week's wages."

      "Some folks is lucky!" soliloquized Mrs. Marlow. "The young man ought to have taken me. I'm much stronger than Mrs. Rollins, and I would have made a better housekeeper, but maybe my turn will come next."

      CHAPTER VIII.

      JULIAN LORIMER

      On Monday Rupert saw his mother and sister established at Rutherford. Their new home was a large old-fashioned mansion, exceedingly comfortable. One of the best chambers was assigned to Mrs. Rollins, with a small room opening out of it for Grace.

      Benjamin Strathmore was a stout old gentleman of seventy, tall, and patriarchal-looking with his abundant white hair.

      "How do you like my selection of housekeeper, Uncle Ben?" asked Sylvester, when he had a chance to be alone with the old gentleman.

      "She will just suit me," said Mr. Strathmore, emphatically. "She is evidently a lady, and she will be an agreeable companion if I am not mistaken. Mrs. Martin was a good housekeeper, but she had no idea outside of her duties. I could not chat with her unless I talked about cooking. My evenings were solitary. She spent the time in the kitchen or in her own room. Now the house will be really social."

      "I am delighted to have suited you, Uncle Ben."

      "Where in the world did you come across Mrs. Rollins? Have you known her long?"

      "I became acquainted through her son Rupert, to whom I introduced you."

      "He seems a fine, manly boy. He can stay here, too. I will find something for him to do."

      "Thank you, Uncle Ben, but I shall find him a place in New York. He prefers the city, and it will afford him more opportunities of advancement. Rupert is ambitious, and I predict that he will rise in time to an excellent position."

      "Just as you think best, Frank; but remember that if ever there is need, or he becomes sick, there is room for him here."

      To anticipate a little. Mr. Strathmore was not disappointed in Mrs. Rollins. It came to be her custom to spend the evenings with her employer. Sometimes she read aloud to him. At others, while she was engaged in needlework, and Grace, now restored to health, was occupied with her books, the old gentleman sat back in his easy chair, and with calm content watched his companions. He no longer felt his former burden of solitude.

      "I have never been happier," he wrote later on to his nephew. "I regretted the loss of Mrs. Martin, but now I feel that it was for my happiness, since it has opened the way for such an acceptable substitute."

      Rupert went at first to the house of Mr. Sylvester, where their acquaintance soon ripened into friendship.

      They were walking down Broadway one day, when Frank Sylvester noticed a sudden start on the part of his young companion.

      "What is the matter, Rupert?" he asked.

      "Do you see that stout man on the opposite side of the street, Mr. Sylvester?" said Rupert.

      "Yes. What of him?"

      "He was the cause of my poor father's failure and death."

      "How was that?"

      "My father was a merchant in Buffalo, and that man was his partner. During a three months' absence in California, where he went partly for his health, the business was managed by Mr. Lorimer in such a way that the firm became deeply involved and was brought to the brink of failure.

      "My father was greatly astonished at the sudden change, for when he left all was prosperous. He could not account for the disappearance of assets and the accumulation of claims against the firm except on the theory that large sums had been appropriated by his partner. He could prove nothing, however, and the firm was dissolved. When the business was closed there was barely enough money left to pay the creditors. My father found himself with nothing, and soon died of grief and mortification."

      "What became of Lorimer?"

      "I have not seen him till to-day. I heard that he had come to New York and established himself on Third Avenue somewhere, in the same business. If so, he must have had capital, and this must have been the sum of which he defrauded my father."

      "The story is a sad one, Rupert. You and your mother must have suffered from the change in circumstances."

      "We did. We did not care to stay in Buffalo, where we had been accustomed to live in good style, so we came to New York, where we could live according to our change in circumstances among those who had never known us. I thought I might get employment that would enable me to support my mother and sister in tolerable comfort. I did get a place with Tenney & Rhodes, but I only earned five dollars a week. Just before meeting you I lost that, and had you not come to our assistance I don't know what would have become of us."

      "I feel repaid for whatever I have done for you," said Frank Sylvester, kindly. "Has this Mr. Lorimer a family?"

      "He has a wife and one son."

      "Were your families intimate?"

      "Yes. We occupied adjoining houses. Julian Lorimer was about my age, and attended the same school. I never liked him, however. He had a very high opinion of himself, and put on airs which made him generally unpopular."

      "Did he put on airs with you?"

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