AN IMPORTANT EVENT.
Radcliff resumed his place in the family. But he soon found that his
relations to it were no longer what they had been before the days of
Vinnie and Jack.
The "new elements" had produced a greater change than he supposed. He no
longer possessed the boundless influence over the boys which his wild
spirits formerly gave him. They saw him in the light of this last
revelation of his character, and contrasted his coarse foolery, once so
attractive, with the gentle manners and cheerful earnestness of Vinnie
and Jack; in which comparison this flower of the Betterson stock
suffered blight.
The boys did not take a holiday in honor of Rad's return, but went
steadily on with their tasks. Lord Betterson himself seemed suddenly to
have changed his views of things, for he now offered to assist the boys
in repairing the fences, for which they had been cutting poles in the
woods.
Rad worked a little, but, seeing how things were going, sulked a good
deal more. He tried to be very gallant toward Vinnie, but her quiet
dignity of manner was proof against all his pleasantries. Even Cecie
and Lill could not somehow enjoy his jests as they used to; and
Caroline--there was no disguising the fact--had ceased to view his
faults through the golden haze of a sentimental fancy.
So Radcliff found himself out of place, unappreciated; and discontent
filled his soul. At length an event occurred which blew his smouldering
restlessness into a flame.
The "Philadelphia partners" were heard from.
Rufe and Wad, who had been over to the Mills one day, completing their
arrangements with the pump-maker for boring the logs of their aqueduct,
brought home from the mail one of those envelopes whose post-mark and
superscription always gladdened the eyes of the Bettersons.
It was from Philadelphia, and it contained a draft for two hundred and
fifty dollars.
One third of this sum was for Radcliff's "benefit."
It would have been wise, perhaps, to keep from him the knowledge of this
fact; but it would have been impossible.
"A pittance, a mere pittance," said Lord, holding the precious bit of
paper up to the light. "Uncle George could just as well have made it a
thousand, without feeling it. However, small favors gratefully
received." And he placed the draft in his pocket-book with calm
satisfaction.
Joy overflowed the family; Caroline began to build fresh castles in the
air; and Vinnie heard Radcliff say to the boys,--
"You can afford to lay by now, and have a good time, with that money."
"Radcliff Betterson!" cried Vinnie, "you provoke me!"
"How so, my charmer?" said Rad, bowing and smiling saucily.
"With your foolish talk. But I hope--yes, I know--the boys will pay no
attention to it. To stop work now, and go and play, just because a
little money has come into the house,--I should lose all my respect for
them, if they were to do so silly a thing."
"Well, I was only joking," said Rad.
"We could very well spare some of your jokes," Vinnie replied.
"And me too, I suppose you think?"
"You might be more useful to yourself and others than you are; it is
easy to see that."
"Well, give me a smile now and then; don't be so cross with a feller,"
said Rad. "You don't show me very much respect."
"It isn't my fault; I should be glad to show you more."
Such was about the usual amount of satisfaction Radcliff got from his
talk with Vinnie. She was always "up to him," as the boys said.
When he walked off, and found them laughing at his discomfiture, he
laughed too, with a fresh quid in his cheek, and his head on one-side,
but with something not altogether happy in his mirth.
"Uncle Lord," said he in the evening, "if you'll put your name to that
draft, I'll go over to the Mills in the morning and cash it for you."
"Thank you, Radcliff," said his uncle. "I've some bills to pay, and I
may as well go myself."
"Let the bills slide, why don't you, and get some good out of the
money?" said Radcliff. "And see here, uncle,--what's the use of paying
off that truckman in such a hurry? I want some of that money; it was
intended for me, and I ain't going to be cheated out of it."
"As to that," replied Lord, "you entered into a certain agreement, which
seemed to me just; and I do not like now to hear you speak of being
cheated,--you, of all persons, Radcliff."
"O, well, I suppose you'll do as you like, since you've got the thing
into your hands!" And Radcliff walked sulkily out of the house.
The next day Mr. Betterson drove over to the Mills, cashed the draft,
made some necessary purchases, paid some bills which had been long
outstanding, and called to hand Jack eighty dollars, on Radcliff's
account, for the swindled truckman.
Jack was off surveying with Forrest Felton, and was not expected home
for a day or two. Mr. Betterson hardly knew what to do in that case, but
finally concluded to keep the money, and leave Jack word that he had it
for him.