Herbert Carter's Legacy; Or, the Inventor's Son by Jr. Horatio Alger (top reads .TXT) 📕

To be willing to work, and yet to be unable to find an opportunity, was certainly a hardship. Herbert was a boy of active temperament, and, even had he not needed the wages of labor, he would still have felt it necessary to his happiness to do something.

In the course of his walks about the village, he stopped at the house of a carpenter, who bore the rather peculiar name of Jeremiah Crane. Mr. Crane owned about an acre and a half of land, which might have been cultivated, but at the time Herbert called, early in April, there were no indications of this intention. The carpenter was at work in a small shop just beyond the house, and there Herbert found him.

“Well, Herbert,” said Mr. Crane, in a friendly manner, “what are you up to nowadays?”

“Nothing profitable, Mr. Crane; I am wandering about in search of work.”

“Can't you find any?”

“Not yet.”

“Have you been to Squire Leech?”

“Yes.”

“I should think he might find something for you to do.”

“There is a little difficulty in the way.”

“What is that?”

Then Herbert told Mr. Crane about the squire's wish to purchase their cottage, and his vexation because they were not willing to sell.

“Seems to me that's unreasonable in the squire. He acts as if it was your duty to oblige him.”

“I don't know but we shall have to come to his terms,” said Herbert, rather dejectedly. “We certainly shall if I don't find anything to do.”

“I wish I could help you; but, if you were to learn my trade, you wouldn't be worth any wages for nigh a year, and you couldn't afford to work so long without pay.”

“No, I couldn't.”

“Besides, in a village like this, there isn't more than enough work for one man. Why, there isn't more than one new house built a year. If the squire wants to provide Mr. Banks with a house, why doesn't he build him one? He might just as well as not.”

“It would cost him more than to buy our place at the price he offers.”

“So it would. Your place must have cost fifteen hundred dollars, land and all.”

“So I did, but the squire laughed at the idea. All he offers is eleven hundred.”

“Don't you sell at that price. It would be too much of a sacrifice.”

“We won't unless we are obliged to.”

“I hope you won't be obliged to. A man as rich as Squire Leech ought not to try to get it under price.”

“I suppose he wants to make a good bargain, no matter if it is at our expense. I wish you had a farm, Mr. Crane, so you could give me work on it.”

“I've got more farm now than I can take care of.”

“Don't you have a garden?”

“I've got the land, but no time to work on it. My wife often wishes we had our own vegetables, instead of having to buy, but you see, after working in the shop, or outside, all day, I'm too tired to work on land.”

“How much land have you?”

“About an acre that I could cultivate, I suppose.”

“Engage me to take care of it. I'll do all the work, and your wife can have her own vegetables.”

“Really, I never thought of that,” said the carpenter. “I don't know but it might be a good idea. How much pay would you want?”

“I'll tell you,” said Herbert, who had a business turn, and who had already matured the plan in his own mind. “If you will pay for