CHAPTER XIX.

RICH MEN’S QUARRELS.

My father was himself again. He was clothed in his right mind once

more. He even appeared to have forgotten that I had emptied the

bottle the day before, and treated me as kindly as though nothing had

occurred to mar the unity which had always subsisted between us. My

mother seemed to be quite happy, too; and, while I was at work in the

garden, she told me she had talked till daylight with him, after his

return from Colonel Wimpleton’s. He had bitterly bewailed his error,

and solemnly promised not to taste another drop of liquor. He was

conscious that he had lost his twenty-four hundred dollars by getting

intoxicated, and he had very little hope of ever seeing it again.

More than this, my mother had explained my conduct to him, and he

was satisfied with it. The night visit of Waddie, and the colonel’s

unreasonable harshness to him, had probably done more to convince him

than any words of my mother. He had lost his situation, and had been

treated with gross injustice, for the great man would not accept his

explanation of the blow he had given his son.

“Wolf,” said my father, after he had granted me permission to accept

Major Toppleton’s offer, “I am afraid we shall soon be in trouble all

round.”

“I hope not.”

“If I had the money to pay off the mortgage on the house, I should not

care so much. As it is, I may lose even the thousand dollars I have

paid on it. The colonel will foreclose on me at once, and people here

will not dare to bid when it is put up at auction, if he tells them not

to do so.”

“I heard you say you had an offer of thirty-five hundred dollars for

the place.”

“So I had; Bingham offered that for it.”

“I would go to him, and take the offer at once.”

“What, sell the place?”

“Yes; you can pay off the mortgage, and then have fifteen hundred

left.”

“That’s a good idea,” replied my father. “But I don’t know that Bingham

will give thirty-five hundred now.”

“I would try him, at any rate. I think we had better move out of

Centreport.”

“Perhaps it would be as well, after what has happened,” said he, in

deep thought. “I will see what can be done.”

My father hastened to the village to see Bingham, and soon after I

pulled across the lake to report for duty to Major Toppleton. I was

shown into his elegant library; but I found the magnate of Middleport

in violent wrath.

“I have called, sir, to say that I will accept the offer you were so

kind as to make to me yesterday,” I began, with the utmost deference.

“Very well, boy, I am a man of honor, which cannot be said of every

man who lives on the other side of the lake,”--by which, of course, he

meant Colonel Wimpleton,--“and I will keep my agreement; but if the

business were to be done over again, I wouldn’t have anything to do

with a person from Centreport.”

“I’m sorry you think so hard of us, sir,” I ventured to reply. “I

will do the very best I can for you; and I hope we shall not live in

Centreport much longer.”

“Well, I don’t know that I need to blame you for what Wimpleton does.

He is a mean man, and his soul is smaller than a mosquito’s. This

morning the old rascal sent his agent over here to offer the engineer

of my flour mills twenty dollars a month more than he is getting now.

The villain was paid up to last night, and left without giving me any

notice, and my mills are all stopped.”

Major Toppleton walked the library in a violent rage, and I waited for

further developments before I dared to speak.

“He hired my engineer away from me, I’m told, because I employed you,”

added the magnate, pausing before me.

“I’m very sorry I made any trouble,” I answered, diffidently.

“You didn’t make it. I only wonder how Wimpleton was my friend for so

many years. He omits no opportunity to stab me when he gets a chance.

I suppose he is gloating over it now because no smoke rises from my

mills.”

“Do you want an engineer, sir?” I had the audacity to ask at this

opportune moment.

“Of course I do. Wimpleton sent over for mine solely to vex me, and I

would give a thousand dollars to be even with him this moment.”

“I can run the engine of your mills,” I replied.

“You?”

“Yes, sir; I have run the Centreport mills for a week at a time.”

“But I want you on the dummy.”

“I will bring you an engineer, then, in an hour. What wages will you

give, sir?”

“I will give the same that Wimpleton pays the man he stole from

me--eighty dollars a month, and engage him for a year.”

“I will have him here in one hour, sir.”

“But who is he?”

“My father, sir.”

“Oh, ho!”

“Colonel Wimpleton discharged him before daylight this morning.”

“Then I am to take a man whom Wimpleton has discharged, and pay him

twenty dollars more than he was having before.”

“He discharged my father in order to punish him,” I replied; and then I

told him the sequel to the story I had related the day before.

“Very good! Excellent! I will help Wimpleton punish your father by

giving him eighty dollars a month, which is twenty dollars more than

any engineer ought to have. Go for him at once.”

I never pulled across the lake so quickly before as I did then. I found

my father at home; he had just returned from his visit to Bingham.

“Back so soon, Wolf?” said he; and he looked quite sad.

“Yes, sir. Did you see Bingham?”

“I did; but it’s too late. He has heard of the quarrel, and won’t buy

the house at any price. It will go hard with me, I’m afraid.”

“Never mind, father. It will come out right in the end, I know.”

“What did you come back for?”

“Major Toppleton wants you, and will engage you for a year, at eighty

dollars a month,” I replied, with proper enthusiasm.

“Eighty dollars!”

I explained what Colonel Wimpleton had done, and what Major Toppleton

wished to do.

“He wants you right off, this minute,” I added.

“I’m all ready.”

“When rich men quarrel, poor men ought to profit by it, if they can do

so honestly,” I suggested.

“The colonel will be the maddest man this side of the north pole, when

he hears of my good fortune,” said my father.

“I dare say he will, for it appears that he has only discharged you to

open the way to a much better position.”

“Exactly so!” exclaimed my father, delighted with the situation. “If

rich men will be fools, we cannot help it, as you say, Wolf.”

My father took the bundle of old clothes he had just brought from the

mill; and we went down to the wharf, where we embarked in the skiff for

the other side of the lake.

“If you could only sell the place, father, we might move over to

Middleport at once,” said I, pulling with all my might at the oars.

“I don’t think I can do it. By this time everybody knows that the

colonel has quarrelled with me, and no one will run the risk of

offending him by buying it,” replied my father. “I hope Mortimer will

catch Christy, and get back part of my money, if not the whole of it.”

We landed in Middleport, and hastened to the mansion of the major. He

was ever so much better humored than when I had called upon him before.

He had evidently considered the nature of the victory he had won over

his powerful rival, for he had certainly cheated the colonel out of his

revenge upon my father, and practically nullified his punishment. He

appeared to be duly comforted.

“I am glad to see you, Mr. Penniman,” said he, graciously, as my father

bowed low to him.

“I am very grateful to you for your kind offer, sir, and I accept it

thankfully,” replied my father.

“I wish to see the smoke rising from the chimney of the mill at once,”

added the major, briskly. “I want Wimpleton to understand that he can’t

shut me up. Go to the mill, and get up steam as fast as you can;

and the more smoke you make, the better, for that will be my sign of

triumph.”

“I’ll fire up at once,” replied my father, leaving the room, and

hastening to his work.

Young and inexperienced as I was, I could not help feeling sad at this

exhibition of malignity on the part of the rich man of Middleport.

The colonel had taken the opportunity afforded by the dismissal of my

father to strike his rival in a tender place. It was mean; but such

was the character of the dealings between them, when they had any. The

major rubbed his hands with delight, and paced the library under the

exhilaration of the moment. It was a pity that these men, with such

vast means of doing good within their grasp, should quarrel with each

other, and debase and demoralize a whole neighborhood by their actions.

“Well, Mr. Penniman, I suppose you are ready to go to work,” said the

major, pausing before me after a time.

Mr. Penniman! I felt an inch taller to have a handle applied to my name

by such a magnificent man.

“Yes, sir; I am waiting for orders.”

“I suppose you think that dummy isn’t much of an engine,” he added,

with a very pleasant smile upon his face.

“I think it works very well, sir.”

“I dare say you do; but I want to say, a thing like that is not the

height of our ambition,” he continued, rubbing his hands under the

influence of some undeveloped idea.

“I’m sure I shouldn’t wish for anything better than the dummy.”

“It answers very well to begin with; but I have a regular locomotive

and two cars in process of building, and I shall have them on the track

this fall.”

“Is it a big locomotive?” I asked, curiously.

“No, it’s a small one; and it will be the prettiest plaything you ever

saw. I’m determined that the Toppleton Institute shall be the most

popular one in the country.”

“I suppose Colonel Wimpleton will do something to offset this movement

on your part,” I suggested.

“What can he do?” asked the major, anxiously. “Have you heard of

anything?”

“No, sir. I only know they feel very bad about the Lake Shore Railroad

over there.”

“They will feel worse before we get through with it,” replied the

magnate, shaking his head. “What can they do? They can’t build a

railroad, the country is so rough. We can keep ahead of them now. But

I want that dummy in motion. You must run it every half hour for the

rest of the day between Middleport and Spangleport. Carry everybody who

wishes to ride. I want the Centreport people to see it, and to know

that we are alive on this side.”

“Will the students be with me?” I inquired.

“This afternoon, when they are dismissed from the school-room, they

will be. I will send you a conductor. Let me see; Higgins is too sick

to study, and just sick enough to play. He shall run with you. Now keep

her going, as though you meant business.”

“I will, sir; I will put her through by daylight,” I replied, as I left

the library.

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