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

In accordance with the invitation, Cameron walked to supper with Squire Leech. His social position as the son of a rich manufacturer insured him a cordial welcome and great attention from the whole family.

“You must find our village very dull, Mr. Cameron,” said his host.

“Oh, no, sir; I think I shall enjoy it very well.”

“We have very little good society, I am sorry to say.”

“That's so, father,” broke in James. “I wish you would move to the city.”

“That may come some day,” said his father, thinking of Mr. Temple and his operations.

“How do you occupy your time, Mr. Cameron?” asked Mrs. Leech.

“I walk about in the forenoon. In the afternoon I am occupied with my professor,” answered the young man.

“Your professor!” repeated the lady, in surprise. “Is one of your college professors staying here?”

“No; they are too busy to leave New Haven. I refer to my young reader, Herbert Carter.”

“Herbert Carter!” repeated James, scornfully.

“Yes,” said Cameron, ignoring the scorn; “he reads my lessons to me and then questions me upon them. That is why I call him my professor.”

“I should hardly think you would find him competent,” said the squire.

“He don't know much,” said James, contemptuously.

“On the contrary, I find him very intelligent. He reads clearly and distinctly, and I congratulate myself on obtaining so satisfactory an assistant.”

Squire Leech shrugged his shoulders and had too much wisdom to continue detracting from Herbert's merits, seeing that his guest seemed determined to think well of him. Not so James.

“He is from a low family,” he said, spitefully.

“Low?” interrogated Cameron, significantly.

“His mother is very poor.”

“That's a very different thing,” observed Cameron.

“Mrs. Carter is a very respectable person,” said the squire, condescendingly. “Indeed, I have offered to relieve her by taking her house at a high valuation; but, under a mistaken idea of her own interest, she refuses to sell.”

“But you'll get it finally, father,” asked James.

“I shall probably have to take it in the end, as I have a mortgage on it for nearly its value.”

Cameron looked down upon his plate and said nothing.

“My son will be happy to accompany you about the neighborhood, Mr. Cameron,” said Squire Leech.

“I can go round with you 'most any time,” said James.

“Thank you both. You are very kind,” said Cameron, politely, but without expressing any pleasure.

“I think I may send James to Yale,” observed his host, “I have a high idea of your college, Mr. Cameron.”

“Thank you. I think your son could hardly fail of deriving benefit from a residence at Yale.”

“James is my only child and I intend him to enjoy the greatest educational advantages. I should like to have him become a professional man.”

“I should like to be a lawyer; that's a very gentlemanly profession,” said James.

“You might rise to be a judge,” said Cameron, with a smile.

“Very likely,” said James, in a matter-of-course way, that amused the young man exceedingly.

“What an odious young cub!” he said to himself, as he wended his way back to the hotel at ten o'clock. “I never met such a combination of pride and self-conceit.”

James thought Cameron had taken a fancy to him.

“He must get awfully tired of that low-bred Herbert Carter,” he said to himself. “I guess I'll go round tomorrow morning and take a walk with him.”