MORE ABOUT MR. HUXTER.
Mr. Ephraim Huxter, on perceiving Ben, wreathed his homely features
into what was intended for a gracious smile, and, rising, took his
nephew's rather unwilling hand.
"So this is Ben," he said. "Bless me, what a young gentleman he's
grown, to be sure! Don't you remember me, Ben?"
"No, I don't," said Ben, but not truly, for he had recognized his uncle
at first sight. Indeed, any one who had ever seen Mr. Huxter would be
likely to remember his harsh features and ungainly form.
"It is your Uncle Ephraim," said his mother.
"Humph!" said Ben, not feeling it necessary to express any pleasure.
With his improved fortunes, his pride had developed, and he had come to
look upon his mother's brother as a low person, who was immeasurably
his inferior.
"Yes, Ben has become quite a gentleman," said his uncle, surveying his
broadcloth suit, and gold watch-chain ostentatiously displayed over
his vest. "But I dare say he hasn't forgotten when he used to run round
in a shirt and overalls, and hoed potatoes at three cents an hour."
Ben did remember distinctly, and the recollection was far from
pleasing; so he thought it best to forget it.
"I don't remember anything of the kind," he said, rather roughly.
"I suppose you'd want to be paid better now, ha, ha!" said Mr. Huxter,
laughing as if he thought it a capital joke.
"I don't know anything about hoeing potatoes," said Ben, haughtily.
"I'm not a laborer."
"No, of course not," said Mr. Huxter. "You and your mother are now
rich; but I hope you won't look down on your poor uncle and cousins,
who have to grub along as well as they can for a living. Things were
different once, to be sure. Once my humble home was thrown open to
receive you, and I was glad to give you a shelter, though a lowly one,
in your hour of need. I shall always be glad to think of that, though
my wife and little ones should starve before my face."
Mr. Huxter deliberately drew from his pocket a red cotton handkerchief,
and raised it to his eyes, not to wipe away the tears, for there were
none, but to increase the pathos of his remarks. But even with this
help they failed to produce the desired effect. Mrs. Oakley remained
cool and unaffected, and Ben, turning from his uncle to his mother,
said:--
"How soon will supper be ready?"
"You may go and ask Hannah to set the table at once," said Mrs. Oakley.
Ben left the room with alacrity, without taking further notice of his
uncle.
"The young cub! I'd like to flog him!" thought his uncle; but he did
not consider it polite to give utterance to this thought. "What a
gentlemanly appearance Ben has!" he said, instead.
"Yes," said Mrs. Oakley, more graciously; for her pride in Ben was
her great, and perhaps it might be said, her only weakness, cool and
calculating woman as she was. "I think he will do me credit, brother
Ephraim."
"Indeed he will. I am quite proud of him," said Mr. Huxter, who thought
he saw the best way to ingratiate himself with his sister. "I can
hardly believe he's the same little Ben that used to run round the farm
barefooted. He don't like to think of those old times, ha, ha!"
"No," said Mrs. Oakley; "he has a proud spirit, Benjamin has."
"That's all well enough as long as he has money to support it. 'Poor
and proud' don't go so well together, sister Jane."
"I don't know," said Mrs. Oakley. "I was once poor, but I never lost
my pride. If I had I should have given right up, and made no effort to
better myself."
"I know who you're thinking of. You're thinking of me. You think I
haven't got any proper pride. Well, I don't know as I have. Misfortunes
have come thick and fast, and I've had a hard row to hoe. Hard work and
poverty are enough to take away a man's pride."
Mr. Huxter certainly did not look as if he could ever have had much to
be proud of; but then, pride and merit do not always go together, and
appearances are sometimes deceitful.
"Well," said Mrs. Oakley, now graciously, "perhaps matters may take a
turn with you. I cannot do much, for I have Mr. Oakley's son to provide
for, as well as Benjamin and myself; but I may be able to do something."
"Thank you, Jane," said Mr. Huxter, more cheerfully. "I was sure you
would not harden your heart against your only brother, and leave his
family to suffer, while you were living on the fat of the land."
"We will talk further this evening, Ephraim," said Mrs. Oakley. "Excuse
me for five minutes, while I go out to the kitchen to see if supper is
nearly ready."
"Certainly, Jane. I don't mind confessing that I feel rather hungry
myself. I didn't take any dinner at the Half-way House, to-day, for
dinner costs money, and with my narrow means I didn't feel as if I
could spare half a dollar."
"I am glad you mentioned it. I will see that some cold meat be placed
on the table. You must require something hearty."
"It's my praising Ben that fetched her," said Mr. Huxter, when, being
left to himself, he began to reflect upon the cause of his sister's
sudden and agreeable change of manners. "I shall have to flatter up the
young rascal, I expect, though I'd a good deal rather give him a taste
of a horsewhip. So he turns up his nose at me, does he? He forgets the
time when he'd have been obliged to beg from house to house but for
me. Maybe he won't always be prosperous. The race isn't always to the
strong, nor the battle to the swift."
Mr. Huxter did not often read the Bible, and was not aware that he had
made a trifling mistake in his quotation. His thoughts were turned
into a different and more agreeable channel by the reappearance of
his sister, and the announcement that supper was ready. He rose with
alacrity, and followed Mrs. Oakley into a room in the rear of the
parlor, where an abundant and appetizing meal was spread. Mr. Huxter
rubbed his hands with satisfaction,--for in his own household the meals
were neither abundant nor inviting,--and took his seat at his sister's
table. Ben took the head of the table opposite his mother, and John
Oakley sat opposite Mr. Huxter.
"Who is this young man?" asked Mr. Huxter, glancing at John. "I have
not had the pleasure of an introduction."
"That is John Oakley," said his stepmother, briefly.
"The son of your lamented husband," said Mr. Huxter.
"Yes. Will you have milk and sugar in your tea?"
"Yes, thank you. I hope you are well, Mr. Oakley."
"Quite well, thank you, sir," said John, wondering who was addressing
him.
"I am your stepmother's brother," continued Mr. Huxter, "and that makes
me a sort of relation, you know."
"Will you help yourself to the toast, Ephraim?" said Mrs. Oakley, in
a quick, sharp tone, for she didn't fancy the idea of her brother's
paying so much attention to John.
"Thank you, Jane. If it is as nice as your tea, I shall want to help
myself more than once. But you were always a good house-keeper."
Mrs. Oakley did not relish this allusion, for she would like to have
had everybody forget that she had been a professional house-keeper.
She thought her brother was succeeding admirably in making himself
disagreeable, and determined that he should not long remain her
guest, if she could conveniently get rid of him. But Mr. Huxter had
not penetration enough to see that he was displeasing his sister, and
continued, his mouth being full of toast:--
"Mr. Oakley must be near your Benjamin's age, Jane."
"I'm almost two years older," said Ben, who had so few points of
superiority that he might well claim this.
"Indeed, I shouldn't have thought it," said his uncle; "but then Mr.
Oakley is very well grown for his age."
"I don't know that Ben is deficient in that way," said Mrs. Oakley,
coldly.
"Oh, no, of course not; I didn't mean to hint such a thing. The boys
must be a good deal of company for each other."
"You're mistaken there," said Ben, shortly.
"They are not much together," said Mrs. Oakley. "John goes to school,
but Benjamin has finished his education."
"Indeed!" said Mr. Huxter; "pray what studies do you pursue, Mr.
Oakley?"
"I am studying Latin, Greek, and mathematics," answered John.
"I want to know! Why, you are quite a scholar! Are you going to
college?" asked Mr. Huxter.
"That was what my father intended," said John.
"Mr. Oakley's death has interrupted all our plans," said Mrs. Oakley,
coldly, "and we have not had time to form new ones."
"What are your plans for Benjamin?" asked his uncle. "Do you understand
Latin and Greek, too, Ben?"
"No; and I don't want to," said Ben. "It's all nonsense, and won't do
any good."
"Well, I can't say as I care much about either myself," said Mr.
Huxter; "only it is fashionable to study them."
"I don't care whether it is fashionable or not," said Ben; "I shan't
waste my time over them."
"Will you have some more toast, Ephraim?" asked Mrs. Oakley, heartily
tired of the conversation.
"Thank you, I believe I will."
John mentally decided that Mr. Huxter was a singular man, but did not
dream that he was likely to have considerable to do with him, and that
ere long.