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โThe next time take care how you run against a gentleman,โ said James, arrogantly.
โTake care the next time to speak like a gentleman.โ said Herbert. โGood night! I must be off.โ
โInsolent beggar!โ muttered James. โHe don't know his place. How dare he speak to me in that way?โ
CHAPTER II WHAT THE LETTER CONTAINED
Half an hour later, Herbert reentered the cottage, breathless with running.
โWell, mother, what is it?โ he asked.
โUncle Herbert is dead,โ she answered.
โWhen did he die?โ
โYesterday morning. They wrote at once. The funeral is to take place to-morrow afternoon, at three o'clock.โ
โUncle Herbert was rich, wasn't he, mother?โ
โYes, he must have left nearly a hundred thousand dollars.โ
โWhat a pile of money!โ said Herbert. โI wonder how a man feels when he is so rich. He ought to be happy.โ
โRiches don't always bring happiness. Uncle Herbert was disappointed in early life, and that seemed to spoil his career. He gave himself up to money-making, and succeeded in it; but he lived by himself and had few sources of happiness.โ
โThen he had no family?โ
โNo.โ
โDo you think he has left us anything, mother?โ asked Herbert, with something of hope in his tone.
โI am afraid not. If he had been disposed to do that he would have done something for us before. He knew that we were poor, and that a little assistance would have been very acceptable. But he never offered it. Even when your father was sick for three months, and I wrote to him for a small loan, he refused, saying that we ought to have laid up money to fall back upon at such a time.โ
โI don't see how a man can be so unfeeling. If he would only leave us a thousand dollars, how much good it would do us! We could pay up the mortgage on the house, and have something left over. It wouldn't have been much for him to do.โ
โWell, we won't think too much about it,โ said Mrs. Carter. โIt will be wisest, as probably we should be only preparing ourselves for disappointment. Uncle had a right to do what he pleased with his own.โ
โShall you go to the funeral, mother?โ
โI don't see how I can,โ said Mrs. Carter, slowly. โIt is twenty miles off, and I am very busy just now. Still one of us ought to go, if only to show respect to so near a relation. People would talk if we didn't. I think, as you were named for your Uncle Herbert, I will let you go.โ
โIf you think best, mother. I will walk, and that will save expense.โ
โIt will be too much for you to take such a walk. You had better ride.โ
โNo, mother, I am young and strong. I can walk well enough.โ
โBut it must be twenty miles,โ objected his mother.
โThe funeral doesn't take place till three o'clock in the afternoon. I will get up bright and early, say at five o'clock. By nine I shall be halfway there.โ
โI am afraid it will be too much for you, Herbert,โ said Mrs. Carter, irresolutely.
โYou don't know how strong I am,โ said Herbert; โI shan't get tired so easily as you think.โ
โBut twenty miles is a long distance.โ
โI know that, but I shall take it easy. The stage fare is seventy-five cents, and it's a good way to save it. I wish somebody would offer me seventy-five cents for every twenty miles I would walk. I'd take it up as a profession.โ
โI am afraid I could earn little that way. I never was a good walker.โ โYou're a woman,โ said Herbert, patronizingly. โWomen are not expected to be good walkers.โ
โSome are. I remember my Aunt Jane would take walks of five and six miles, and think nothing of it.โ
โI guess I could match her in walking,โ said Herbert, confidently. โIs she alive?โ
โNo, she died three years since.โ
โPerhaps I take after her, then.โ
โYou don't take after me, I am sure of that. I think, Herbert, you had better take seventy-five cents with you, so that if you get very tired with your walk over, you can come back by stage.โ
โAll right, mother; I'll take the money, but I shall be sure not to need it.โ
โIt is best to be prepared for emergencies, Herbert.โ
โIf I am going to-morrow morning, I must split up enough wood to last you while I am gone.โ
โI am afraid you will tire yourself. I think I can get along with what wood there is already split.โ
โOh, don't be afraid for me. You'll see I'll come back as fresh as when I set out. I expect to have a stunning appetite, though.โ
โI'll try to cook up enough for you,โ said his mother, smiling.
Herbert went out into the wood shed, and went to work with great energy at the wood pile. In the course of an hour he had sawed and split several large baskets full, which he brought in and piled up behind the kitchen stove.
Mrs. Carter could not be expected to feel very deep grief for the death of her uncle. It was now more than six years since they had met. He was a selfish man, wholly wrapped up in the pursuit of wealth. Had he possessed benevolent instincts, he would have offered to do something out of his abundance for his niece, who he knew found it very hard to make both ends meet. But he was a man who was very much averse to parting with his money while he lived. He lived on a tenth of his income, and saved up the rest, though for what end he could not well have told. Since the death of Mr. Carter, whose funeral he had not taken the trouble to attend, though invited, he had not even written to his niece, and she had abstained from making any advances, lest it might be thought that she was seeking assistance. Under these circumstances she had little hope of a legacy, though she
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