WALTER MAKES A REVELATION.
Walter did not anticipate a very pleasant walk with Joshua. The little
he had seen of that young man did not prepossess him in his favor.
However, having no other way of spending his time, he had no objection
to the walk.
"That's the old man's store just across the street," said Joshua, as
they emerged from the house.
"Your father's?"
"Of course. Don't you see the name on the sign?" Walter did see it, but
never having been accustomed to speak of his own father as "the old
man," he was not quite sure he apprehended Joshua's meaning.
"You were an only child, weren't you?" said Joshua.
"Yes," said Walter, soberly.
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He could not help thinking what a comfort it would have been to him to
have either brother or sister. He would have felt less alone in the
world.
"So am I," said Joshua; adding, complacently, "Between you and I, the
old man has laid up quite a snug sum. Of course it'll all come to me
some day."
"I am glad to hear it," said Walter, rather wondering that Joshua should
have made such a communication to a comparative stranger.
"To hear the old man talk," pursued Joshua, "you'd think he was awful
poor. He's stingy enough about everything in the house. There isn't a
family in town that don't live better than we do."
"I thought we had a very good supper," said Walter, who experienced not
a little disgust at Joshua's charges against his father.
"That was because you were with us. The old man laid himself out for the
occasion."
"I am sorry if any difference was made on my account."
"Well, I aint. It's the first decent supper I've eaten at home since the
Sewing Circle met at our house three years ago."
"Is that the church?" asked Walter, desirous of diverting the
conversation into another channel.
"Yes, that's the old meeting-house. I hate to go there. The minister's
an old fogy."
"What is that I see through the trees? Is it a river?"
"No, it's a pond."
"Do you ever go out on it?"
"Not very often. I tried to get the old man to buy me a boat, but he
wouldn't do it. He's too stingy."
"I wouldn't talk so about your father."
"Why not?"
"Because he is entitled to your respect."
"I don't know about that. If he'd treat me as he ought to, I'd treat him
accordingly. He never gives me a cent if he can help it. Now how much do
you think he allows me a week for spending money?"
"I can't tell."
"Only fifty cents, and I'm eighteen years old. Isn't that mean?"
"It isn't a very large sum."
"Of course not. He ought to give me five dollars a week, and then I'd
buy my own clothes. Now I have to take up with what I can get. He wanted
to have his old overcoat, that he'd worn three winters, made over for
me; but I wouldn't stand it. I told him I'd go without first."
Though these communications did not raise Joshua in the estimation of
Walter, the latter could not help thinking that there was probably some
foundation for what was said, and the prejudice against Mr. Drummond,
for which he had blamed himself as without cause, began to find some
extenuation.
"When I talk to the old man about his stinting me so," continued Joshua,
"he tells me to go to work and earn some money."
"Why don't you do it?"
"He wants me to go into his store, but he wouldn't pay me anything. He
offered me a dollar and a half a week; but I wasn't going to work ten or
twelve hours a day for no such sum. If I could get a light, easy place
in the city, say at ten dollars a week, I'd go. There aint any chance in
Stapleton for a young man of enterprise."
"I've thought sometimes," said Walter, "that I should like to get a
place in the city; but I suppose I couldn't get enough at first to pay
my board."
"You get a place!" exclaimed Joshua, in astonishment. "I thought you was
going to college."
"Father intended I should; but his death will probably change my plans."
"I don't see why."
"It is expensive passing through college; I cannot afford it."
"Oh, that's all humbug. You're talking like the old man."
"How do you know that it is humbug?" demanded Walter, not very well
pleased with his companion's tone.
"Why, you're rich. The old man told me that your father left a hundred
thousand dollars. You're the only son; you told me so yourself."
"Your father is mistaken."
"What, wasn't your father rich?" asked Joshua, opening his small eyes in
amazement.
"My father was unfortunate enough to get involved in a speculation, by
which he lost heavily. I can't tell how his affairs stand till they are
settled. I may be left penniless."
"Do you mean that?" asked Joshua, stopping short and facing his
companion.
"I generally mean what I say," said Walter, rather stiffly.
Joshua's answer was a low whistle of amazement.
"Whew!" he said. "That's the biggest joke I've heard of lately;" and he
followed up this remark by a burst of merriment.
Walter surveyed him with surprise. He certainly did not know what to
make of Joshua's conduct.
"I don't see any joke about it," he said. "I don't complain of being
poor, for I think I can earn my own living; but it doesn't strike me as
a thing to laugh at."
"I was laughing to think how the old man is taken in. It's rich!"
Joshua burst into another fit of boisterous laughter.
"How is he taken in?"
"He thinks you're worth a hundred thousand dollars," said Joshua, going
off in another peal of merriment.
"Well, he is mistaken, that's all. I don't see how he is taken in."
"He's been doing the polite, and treating you as if you was a prince of
the blood. That's the reason he told the old woman to get up such a nice
supper, he expected to get you to take him for a guardian, and then he'd
have the handling of your money. Won't he be mad when he finds out how
he's been taken in? Giving you the best room too! Are you sure that none
of the property will be left?"
"Probably not much."
That Walter listened with mortification and disgust to what Joshua had
told him about his father's selfish designs, is only what might be
expected. It is always disagreeable to find out the meanness of those
whom you have supposed kind to you for your own sake. This, to Walter,
who had been accustomed to an atmosphere of kindness, was a painful
discovery. It was his first experience of the coldness and hollowness of
the world, and to the sensitive nature of youth this first revelation
is very painful and very bitter.
"I am sorry to think that your father made such a mistake," he said,
coldly. "I will take care to undeceive him."
"What! You're not going to tell him, are you?"
"Certainly. I meant to do so; but I did not suppose he invited me just
because he thought I was rich."
"What for, then?"
"Being my father's cousin and nearest relation, it didn't seem very
strange that he should have invited me on that account."
"The old man's a shrewd one," said Joshua, rather admiringly. "He knows
which way his bread is buttered. He don't lay himself out for no poor
relations, not if he knows it."
"I am sorry if he has laid himself out for me under a mistake."
"I aint. It's a good joke on the old man. Besides, we all got a better
supper by it. Don't you tell him about it till to-morrow."
"Why not?"
"Because, if you do, we'll have a mean breakfast as usual. I just want
him to think you're rich a little while longer, so we can have something
decent for once."
"I don't feel willing to deceive your father any longer. I have not
willingly deceived him at all."
"You're a fool then!"
"Look here," said Walter, flushing a little, "I don't allow anybody to
call me by that name."
"No offence," said Joshua, whose physical courage was not very great. "I
didn't mean anything, of course, except that it was foolish to blurt it
all out to-night, when there isn't any need of it. There isn't such an
awful hurry, is there?"
"I would rather your father knew at once."
"To-morrow will be soon enough."
"At any rate I shall tell him to-morrow, then. But I've got tired
walking. Suppose we go back."
"Just as you say."
They went back together. Mr. Drummond was in the store, but Mrs.
Drummond was at home.
"You didn't go far," she said. "But I suppose you were tired, Mr.
Conrad."
"A little," answered Walter.
"I wonder," thought our hero, "whether she will change as soon as she
finds out that I am poor?" Somehow he felt that she would not. She
seemed very different from her husband and son, and Walter was inclined
to like her better.
Joshua went out again soon, not having much taste for staying at home;
and, as Walter retired early, he did not see either him or his father
again till the next morning at breakfast.