Timothy Crump's Ward: A Story of American Life by Jr. Horatio Alger (top 10 novels to read TXT) π
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βI guess you'll find something, Jack. Take the candle with you. Thank God, you're back alive. We've been very anxious about you.β
CHAPTER XXII. MR. JOHN SOMERVILLE.
PEG had been thinking.
This was the substance of her reflections. Ida, whom she had kidnapped for certain purposes of her own, was likely to prove an (sic) incumbrance rather than a source of profit. The child, her suspicions awakened in regard to the character of the money she had been employed to pass off, was no longer available for that purpose. So firmly resolved was she not to do what was wrong, that threats and persuasions were alike unavailing. Added to this was the danger of her encountering some one sent in search of her by the Crumps.
Under these circumstances, Peg bethought herself of the ultimate object which she had proposed to herself in kidnapping Idaβthat of extorting money from a man who is now to be introduced to the reader.
John Somerville occupied a suite of apartments in a handsome lodging-house on Walnut Street. A man wanting yet several years of forty, he looked a greater age. Late hours and dissipation, though kept within respectable limits, had left their traces on his face. At twenty-one he inherited a considerable fortune, which, combined with some professional practice (for he was a lawyer, and not without ability), was quite sufficient to support him handsomely, and leave a considerable surplus every year. But, latterly, he had contracted a passion for gaming, and however shrewd he might be naturally, he could hardly be expected to prove a match for the wily habitues of the gaming-table, who had marked him as their prey.
The evening before he is introduced to the reader's notice he had, passed till a late hour at a fashionable gambling-house, where he had lost heavily. His reflections, on awakening, were not of the pleasantest. For the first time, within fifteen years, he realized the folly and imprudence of the course he had pursued. The evening previous he had lost a thousand dollars, for which he had given his I O U. Where to raise this money, he did not know. He bathed his aching head, and cursed his ill luck, in no measured terms. After making his toilet, he rang the bell, and ordered breakfast.
For this he had but scanty appetite. Scarcely had he finished, and directed the removal of the dishes, than the servant entered to announce a visitor.
βIs it a gentleman?β he inquired, hastily, fearing it might be a creditor. He occasionally had such visitors.
βNo, sir.β
βA lady?β
βNo, sir.β
βA child? But what could a child want of me?β
βIf it's neither a gentleman, lady, nor child,β said Somerville, somewhat surprised, βwill you have the goodness to inform me who it is?β
βIt's a woman, sir,β said the servant, grinning.
βWhy didn't you say so when I asked you?β said his employer, irritably.
βBecause you asked if it was a lady, and this isn'tβat least she don't look like one.β
βYou can send her up, whoever she is,β said Mr. Somerville.
A moment afterwards Peg entered the apartment.
John Somerville looked at her without much interest, supposing that she might be a seamstress, or laundress, or some applicant for charity. So many years had passed since he had met with this woman, that she had passed out of his remembrance.
βDo you wish to see me about anything?β he asked, indifferently. βIf so, you must be quick, for I am just going out.β
βYou don't seem to recognize me, Mr. Somerville,β said Peg, fixing her keen black eyes upon his face.
βI can't say I do,β he replied, carelessly. βPerhaps you used to wash for me once.β
βI am not in the habit of acting as laundress,β said the woman, proudly. It is worth noticing that she was not above passing spurious coin, and doing other things which are stamped as disreputable by the laws of the land, but her pride revolted at the imputation that she was a washer-woman.
βIn that case,β said Somerville, carelessly, βyou will have to tell me who you are, for it is out of my power to conjecture.β
βPerhaps the name of Ida will assist your recollection,β said Peg, composedly.
βIda!β repeated John Somerville, changing color, and gazing now with attention at the woman's features.
βYes.β
βI have known several persons of that name,β he said, evasively. βOf course, I can't tell which of them you refer to.β
βThe Ida I mean was and is a child,β said Peg. βBut, Mr. Somerville, there's no use in beating about the bush, when I can come straight to the point. It is now about eight years since my husband and myself were employed in carrying off a childβa female child of about a year oldβnamed Ida. We placed it, according to your directions, on the door-step of a poor family in New York, and they have since cared for it as their own. I suppose you have not forgotten that.β
John Somerville deliberated. Should he deny it or not? He decided to put a bold face on the matter.
βI remember it,β said he, βand now recall your features. How have you fared since the time I employed you? Have you found your business profitable?β
βFar from it,β answered Peg. βWe are not yet able to retire on a competence.β
βOne of your youthful appearance,β said Solmerville, banteringly, βought not to think of retiring under ten years.β
Peg smiled. She knew how to appreciate this speech.
βI don't care for compliments,β said she, βeven when they are sincere. As for my youthful appearance, I am old enough to have reached the age of discretion, and not so old as to have fallen into my second childhood.β
βCompliments aside, then, will you proceed to whatever business has brought you here?β
βI want a thousand dollars.β
βA thousand dollars!β repeated John Somerville. βVery likely, I should like that amount myself. You have not come here to tell me that?β
βI have come here to ask that amount of you.β
βSuppose I should say that your husband is the proper person for you to apply to in such a case.β
βI think I am more likely to get it out of you,β answered Peg, coolly. βMy husband couldn't supply me with a thousand cents, even if he were willing,
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