Helping Himself; Or, Grant Thornton's Ambition by Jr. Horatio Alger (no david read aloud .txt) π
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βI know nothing, sir, about it.β
βThen I may inform you that it was your stepson, Willis Ford, who stole my boyβa noble revenge, truly, upon me for discharging him.β
βI don't believe it,β said the housekeeper. βI presume it is your office boy who makes this charge?β she added, pressing her thin lips together.
βThere are others who are cognizant of it, Mrs. Estabrook. Grant succeeded in foiling Mr. Ford in his attempt to recover Herbert, who had run away from his place of confinement.β
βYou are prejudiced against my son, Mr. Reynolds,β said Mrs. Estabrook, her voice trembling with anger.
βNot more than against you, Mrs. Estabrook. I have a serious charge to bring against you.β
βWhat do you mean, sir?β asked the housekeeper, nervously.
βWhy did you suppress the letter which my boy wrote to me revealing his place of imprisonment?β
βI don't know what you mean, sir,β she answered, half defiantly.
βI think you do.β
βDid Master Herbert write such a letter?β βYes.β
βThen it must have miscarried.β
βOn the contrary, the postman expressly declares that he delivered it at this house. I charge you with concealing or suppressing it.β
βThe charge is false. You can't prove it, sir.β
βI shall not attempt to do so; but I am thoroughly convinced of it. After this act of treachery, I cannot permit you to spend another night in my house. You will please pack at once, and arrange for a removal.β
βI am entitled to a month's notice, Mr. Reynolds.β
βYou shall have a month's wages in lieu of it. I would as soon have a serpent in my house.β
Mrs. Estabrook turned pale. She had never expected it would come to this. She thought no one would ever be able to trace the suppressed letter to her. She was not likely again to obtain so comfortable and desirable a position. Instead of attributing her ill fortune to her own malice and evil doing, she chose to attribute it to Grant.
βI am to thank you for this, Grant Thornton,β she said, in sudden passion. βI was right in hating you as soon as I first saw you. If ever I am able I will pay you up for this.β
βI don't doubt it, Mrs. Estabrook,β said Grant, quietly, βbut I don't think you will have it in your power.β
She did not deign to answer, but hurried out of the room. In half an hour she had left the house.
βNow I can breathe freely,β said the broker. βThat woman was so full of malice and spite that it made me uncomfortable to feel that she was in the house.β
βI am so glad that she has gone, papa,β said Herbert.
That evening, after Herbert had gone to bed, Mr. Reynolds invited Grant into his library.
βMy boy,β he said, βI have settled accounts with Mrs. Estabrook; now I want to settle with you.β
βNot in the same way, I hope, sir,β said Grant.
βYes, in the same way, according to your deserts. You have done me a service, that which none can be greater. You have been instrumental in restoring to me my only son.β
βI don't want any reward for that, sir.β
βPerhaps not; but I owe it to myself to see that this service is acknowledged. I shall raise your salary to fifteen dollars a week.β
βThank you, sir,β said Grant, joyfully. βHow glad my mother will be.β
βWhen you tell her this, you may also tell her that I have deposited on your account in the Bowery Savings Bank the sum of five thousand dollars.β
βThis is too much, Mr. Reynolds,β said Grant, quite overwhelmed. βWhy, I shall feel like a man of fortune.β
βSo you will be in time, if you continue as faithful to business as in the past.β
βIt seems to me like a dream,β said Grant.
βI will give you a week's leave of absence to visit your parents, and tell them of your good fortune.β
CHAPTER XL β CONCLUSION
There were anxious hearts in the parsonage at Colebrook. For some weeks the minister had shown signs of overwork. His appetite had failed, and he seemed weary and worn.
βHe needs change,β said the doctor. βA run over to Europe would do him good. He has no disease; he only wants change.β
βA trip to Europe,β said Mr. Thornton, shaking his head. βIt is impossible. It has been the dream of my life, but a country minister could not, in half a dozen years, save money enough for that.β
βIf your brother Godfrey would lend you the money, Grant might, in time, help you to pay it.β
Godfrey never had forgiven Grant for running counter to his plans.
βI wish I could spare the money myself, Mr. Thornton,β said the doctor. βFive hundred dollars would be sufficient, and it would make a new man of you.β
βIt might as well be five thousand,β said the minister, shaking his head. βNo, my good friend, I must toil on as well as I can, and leave European trips to more favored men.β
It was noised about through the parish that the minister was sick, and the doctor recommended a European trip.
βIt's ridikilus,β was Deacon Gridley's comment. βI work harder than the minister, and I never had to go to Europe. It's just because it's fashionable.β
βMr. Thornton is looking pale and haggard,β said Mrs. Gridley.
βWhat if he is? He ought to work outdoors like me. Then he'd know what work was. Ac-cordin' to my notion, ministers have a pooty easy time.β
Mr. Tudor was of the same opinion.
βIt's all nonsense, deacon,β he said. βFather wanted me to be a minister, and I'd have had a good deal easier time if I had followed his advice.β
βYou wouldn't have had so much money, Mr. Tudor,β said Miss Lucretia Spring, who heard this remark.
βMebbe not; but what I've got I've worked for.β
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