FUTURE PLANS.
The funeral was over. Mr. Drummond, as indeed his relationship
permitted, was one of the principal mourners. Considering that he had
not seen Mr. Conrad for five years preceding his death, nor during that
time communicated with him in any way, he appeared to be very much
overcome by grief. He kept his eyes covered with a large white
handkerchief, and his movements indicated suppressed agitation. He felt
that this was a tribute due to a cousin who had left over one hundred
thousand dollars.
When they had returned from the grave, Mr. Drummond managed to have a
word with Walter.
"Have you decided to accept my offer, and make your home beneath my
humble roof?" he asked.
"There has been no time to consult with my friends here, Mr. Drummond. I
will let you know next week. I thank you at any rate for your
kindness."
"Do come, Walter," said his cousin, twisting his mean features into an
affectionate smile. "With you beneath my humble roof, I shall want
nothing to complete my happiness."
Walter thanked him again, wondering at the same time why Mr. Drummond's
kindness did not affect him more sensibly.
So Jacob Drummond went back to Stapleton, still ignorant of the state of
Mr. Conrad's affairs, and still regarding Walter as a boy of great
wealth.
When the will was opened it was found to bear date two years back,
before Mr. Conrad had plunged into the speculation which had proved so
disastrous to him. He bequeathed all the property which he did possess
to Walter, with the exception of five hundred dollars, which were left
as a legacy to his faithful house-keeper, Nancy Forbes. At the time the
will was made, its provisions made Walter heir to a large fortune. Now
it was quite uncertain how things would turn out. Clement Shaw, the
village lawyer, an honest and upright man, was made executor, being an
old and tried friend of the deceased.
With him Walter had a long and confidential conversation, imparting to
him what he knew of his father's mining speculation and its disastrous
result, with its probable effect in accelerating his death.
"I knew something of this before, Walter," said Mr. Shaw. "Your father
spoke to me of being largely interested in the Great Metropolitan Mining
Company; but of the company itself and the extent to which he was
involved I knew nothing."
"I think my father must have been very seriously involved," said Walter.
"It may, perhaps, swallow up the whole property."
"Let us hope not. Indeed, I can hardly believe that your father would
have ventured in so deep as that."
"He had every confidence in the company; he thought he was going to
double his money. If only a part of his property was threatened, I don't
think it would have had such an effect upon him."
"I will thoroughly examine into the affair," said Mr. Shaw. "Meanwhile,
Walter, hope for the best! It can hardly be that the whole property is
lost. Do not be too anxious."
"Do not fear for me on that account," said Walter. "I always looked
forward to being rich, it is true, but I can bear poverty. If the worst
comes, and I am penniless, I am strong, and can work. I can get along as
well as thousands of other boys, who have to support themselves."
Walter did not speak boastfully, but in a calm, confident way, that
argued a consciousness of power.
"Yes," said the lawyer, regarding him attentively, "I think you are
right there. You are just the boy who can make his own way; but I hope
you will not be obliged to do so."
"There is one thing I want to say, Mr. Shaw," said Walter, "and that is
about the money my father leaves in his will to Nancy."
"The circumstances were different. She will not expect it now; that is,
of course, unless things turn out more favorably than we fear."
"That is not what I mean. Nancy must have the money, if there is so much
left after settling the estate."
"But suppose only five hundred dollars are left? Of course I hope it
will be much more, but we must think of all contingencies."
"If only five hundred dollars are left, let Nancy have them."
"But, Walter, consider yourself."
"I am young and strong. Nancy has spent her best years in my father's
service, and she is no longer young. It is right that she should have
some provision. Besides, my father meant her to have it, and I want to
carry out his wishes."
"This is all very generous, Walter; but I am afraid it is inconsiderate.
It would not be your father's wish to provide even for Nancy, however
faithful she may have been, at the expense of his son."
"It is right," said Walter. "Besides, Mr. Shaw, I find that Nancy had
laid up six hundred dollars, which she had deposited in my father's
hands. That also must be paid, if there is enough to pay it; if not, I
will take it upon myself to pay whenever I am able."
"You're an excellent boy, Walter," said Mr. Shaw. "I always had a good
opinion of you, and I find it is more than deserved. I honor you for the
resolution you have expressed, though I cannot quite agree with you
about the five hundred dollars. As to the debt, that must be paid, if
there is money enough to pay it. But we can leave the further discussion
of this question for the present. Now let us consider what is to become
of you in the mean time. You were at the Essex Classical Institute, I
believe?"
"Yes, sir."
"You would like to go back again, I suppose."
"No, Mr. Shaw. It is an expensive school, and while it is uncertain how
my father's affairs will come out, I should not feel justified in going
there."
"Perhaps you are right. Of course you cannot stay here, and keep house
by yourself. I would invite you to my own house, but my wife is an
invalid, and I have to consider her in the matter."
"Thank you, Mr. Shaw; but I think perhaps I had better accept the offer
of Mr. Drummond, of Stapleton. He invites me to make my home at his
house, and, for the present, perhaps, that will be the best
arrangement."
"I am not acquainted with Mr. Drummond. He is a relation, I believe."
"Yes, he is my father's cousin, and so, of course, my second cousin."
"I think I saw him at the funeral."
"Yes, he was present."
Mr. Shaw had seen Jacob Drummond, and had not been very favorably
impressed by his appearance. Still, his offer was not one to be hastily
rejected, for no better reason than a little prejudice, which might
prove unfounded. Accordingly he said, "Well, Walter, as you say, I am
not sure whether this may not be the best arrangement for you, that is,
for the present. If you don't like to stay at Stapleton, you can write
me, and I will see what I can do for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Shaw."
Nancy was much troubled at the thought of parting from Walter, whom she
had known from his infancy; but a situation was immediately offered her
in the village, and Walter promised to take her as his house-keeper
whenever he had a home of his own, and this comforted her, although it
was likely to be a long time first, since our hero was at present but
fifteen.
"Your six hundred dollars shall be paid, Nancy," said Walter, "as soon
as father's affairs are settled."
"Don't bother yourself about that, Master Walter," said Nancy. "I've got
fifty dollars in my trunk, and I don't need the other at all. I can wait
for it five years."
"It won't be necessary to wait as long as that, Nancy."
"And so you are going to that Mr. Drummond's? I'm sorry for it. I don't
like the man's looks at all."
"He may be a good man. He was kind to invite me."
"He isn't a good man," said Nancy, positively. "He's got a mean sort of
look to his face."
"You mustn't try to prejudice me before I go to him, Nancy."
"You'll think as I do before you've been there a week," said Nancy,
shaking her head. "I took a good look at him when he was here, and I
didn't like his looks."
"He isn't very handsome," said Walter, smiling; "but everybody can't be
handsome."
Secretly he did not wonder much at Nancy's prejudice. Mr. Drummond
certainly was a mean-looking man. How he could be so nearly related to
his father, who was a generous, open-handed, and open-hearted man, was
surprising. Still Walter was just enough to reserve his judgment until
his opportunities of judging were greater than at present.
He wrote a brief letter to Stapleton, to the following effect:--
"MR. DRUMMOND:--
"Dear Sir:--I will accept the invitation you were kind enough to
extend to me, for the present, at least, and will come to Stapleton
about the middle of next week. You are the only relation of my
father that I know of, and I think it would be his wish that I
should go to you. If it should be inconvenient for you to receive
me at that time, please write me at once.
"Yours, respectfully,
"WALTER CONRAD."
In return, Walter received a letter couched in the most cordial terms,
in which Mr. Drummond signed himself, "Your affectionate cousin." He was
delighted, he said, to think that he was about to receive, under his
humble roof, the son of his revered and lamented cousin.