Timothy Crump's Ward: A Story of American Life by Jr. Horatio Alger (top 10 novels to read TXT) π
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In a short time Mrs. Crump presented herself.
βWon't you come in?β she asked, pleasantly.
βI don't care if I do,β was the reply. βI wish to speak to you on important business.β
Mrs. Crump, whose interest was excited, led the way into the sitting-room.
βYou have in your family,β said the stranger, after seating herself, βa girl named Ida.β
Mrs. Crump looked up suddenly and anxiously. Could it be that the secret of Ida's birth was to be revealed at last!
βYes,β she said.
βWho is not your child.β
βBut whom I love as such; whom I have always taught to look upon me as a mother.β
βI presume so. It is of her that I wish to speak to you.β
βDo you know anything of her parentage?β inquired Mrs. Crump, eagerly.
βI was her nurse,β said the other, quietly.
Mrs. Crump examined, anxiously, the hard features of the woman. It was a relief at least to know, though she could hardly have believed, that there was no tie of blood between her and Ida.
βWho were her parents?β
βI am not permitted to tell,β was the reply.
Mrs. Crump looked disappointed.
βSurely,β she said, with a sudden sinking of heart, βyou have not come to take her away?β
βThis letter will explain my object in visiting you,β said the woman, drawing a sealed envelope from a bag which she carried on her arm.
The cooper's wife nervously broke open the letter, and read as follows:β
βMRS. CRUMP;
βEight years ago last New Year's night, a child was left on your door-steps, with a note containing a request that you would care for it kindly as your own. Money was sent, at the same time, to defray the expenses of such care. The writer of this note is the mother of the child Ida. There is no need to say, here, why I sent the child away from me. You will easily understand that only the most imperative circumstances would have led me to such a step. Those circumstances still prevent me from reclaiming the child, and I am content, still, to leave Ida in your charge. Yet, there is one thing of which I am desirous. You will understand a mother's desire to see, face to face, the child who belongs, of right, to her. With this view, I have come to this neighborhood. I will not say where, for concealment is necessary to me. I send this note by a trustworthy attendant,βMrs. Hardwick, my little Ida's nurse in her infancy,βwho will conduct Ida to me, and return her again to you. Ida is not to know whom she is visiting. No doubt she believes you her mother, and it is well. Tell her only, that it is a lady who takes an interest in her, and that will satisfy her childish curiosity. I make this request as
βIDA'S MOTHER.β
Mrs. Crump read this letter with mingled feelings. Pity for the writer; a vague curiosity in regard to the mysterious circumstances which had compelled her to resort to such a step; a half feeling of jealousy, that there should be one who had a claim to her dear adopted daughter superior to her own; and a strong feeling of relief at the assurance that Ida was not to be permanently removed,βall these feelings affected the cooper's wife.
βSo you were Ida's nurse,β she said, gently.
βYes, ma'am,β said the stranger. βI hope the dear child is well.β
βPerfectly well. How much her mother must have suffered from the separation!β
βIndeed, you may say so, ma'am. It came near to break her heart.β
βSo it must,β said sympathizing Mrs. Crump. βThere is one thing I would like to ask,β she continued, hesitating and reddening. βDon't answer it unless you please. Wasβis Ida the child of shame?β
βShe is not,β answered the nurse.
Mrs. Crump looked relieved. It removed a thought from her mind which would now and then intrude, though it had never, for an instant, lessened her affection for the child.
At this point in the conversation, the cooper entered the house. He had just come home on an errand.
βIt is my husband,β said Mrs. Crump, turning to her visitor, by way of explanation. βTimothy, will you come in a moment?β
Mr. Crump regarded his wife's visitor with some surprise. His wife hastened to introduce her as Mrs. Hardwick, Ida's nurse, and handed to the astonished cooper the letter which the latter had brought with her.
He was not a rapid reader, and it took him some time to get through the letter. He laid it down on his knee, and looked thoughtful. The nurse regarded him with a slight uneasiness.
βThis is, indeed, unexpected,β he said, at last. βIt is a new development in Ida's history. May I ask, Mrs. Hardwick, if you have any further proof. I want to be prudent with a child that I love as my own,βif you have any further proof that you are what you claim to be?β
βI judged that this letter would be sufficient,β said the nurse; moving a little in her chair.
βTrue; but how can we be sure that the writer is Ida's mother?β
βThe tone of the letter, sir. Would anybody else write like that?β
βThen you have read the letter?β said the cooper, quickly.
βIt was read to me, before I set out.β
βByβββ
βBy Ida's mother. I do not blame you for your caution,β she continued. βYou must be so interested in the happiness of the dear child of whom you have taken such (sic) excelent care, I don't mind telling you that I was the one who left her at your door eight years ago, and that I never left the neighborhood until I found that you had taken her in.β
βAnd it was this, that enabled you to find the house, to-day.β
βYou forget,β said the nurse, βthat you were not then living in this house, but in another, some rods off, on the left-hand side of the street.β
βYou are right,β said the cooper. βI am disposed to believe in the genuineness of your claim. You must pardon my testing you in such a manner, but I was not willing to yield up Ida, even for a little time, without feeling confident of the hands she was falling into.β
βYou are right,β said the nurse. βI don't blame you in the least. I shall report it to Ida's mother, as a proof of your attachment to your child.β
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