Herbert Carter's Legacy; Or, the Inventor's Son by Jr. Horatio Alger (top reads .TXT) π
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βYou won't get there in time. You had better get up and ride.β
βNo, I guess not.β
βWell, perhaps I shall meet you at Randolph.β
By this time the harness was repaired, the driver resumed his seat, and whipped up the horses to make up for lost time.
βI'm glad I don't think as much of money as James Leech,β thought Herbert. βI suppose if my uncle would only leave us a good round sum, he would forget that I once wore patched pants, and accept me as his intimate friend.β
This was exactly what James would have done, and Herbert showed that he was not wholly without knowledge of the world in forming the conjecture.
Pausing occasionally to rest, Herbert at length accomplished his journey, arriving at Randolph a little after noon. He stopped just outside the village and ate his frugal dinner, which by this time he was prepared to relish. He then took off his jacket and beat the dust out of it, dusted his shoes, and washed his face in a little brook by the roadside. Having thus effaced the marks of travel, he entered the village and inquired the way to the residence of his late uncle. He found out where it was, but did not go there yet, knowing that there would be preparations going on for the funeral. Neither did he go to the tavern, for he knew that he would be expected to dine there, and this was an expense which he did not feel able to incur. He threw himself down in the shade of a tree, and remained there until after he heard the church clock strike two. He was still lying there when a young man, smartly dressed, sporting a showy watch chain and locket and an immense necktie, came up the street and accosted him.
βI say, boy, can you tell me where old man Carter's house is?β
βYes,β said Herbert. βDo you want to go there?β
βOf course I do. I'm one of the relatives. I've come all the way from New York to attend the funeral.β
βI'm one of the relations, too,β said Herbert. βWe'll go along together.β
βBy Jove, that's strange! How are you related to the old chap?β drawled the young man.
βHe was my mother's uncle.β
βWas he? Well, I'm a second or third cousin, I don't know which. Never saw him to my knowledge. In fact, I wouldn't have come on to the funeral if I hadn't heard that he was rich. Expect to be remembered?β
βI don't think so. He hasn't taken any notice of mother or myself for years.β
βIndeed!β said the young man, who was rather pleased to hear this intelligence. βAre there many relations, do you know?β
βI don't think there are.β
βThat's good. It makes our chance better, you know. I say, what's your name?β
βHerbert Carter.β
βSame as the old man's?β
βYes.β
βDid he know you was named for him?β
βOf course.β
βThen he may leave you something for the name,β suggested the other, not very well pleased.
βI don't expect anything. What is your name?β
βCornelius Dixon. I'm related to the old man on my mother's side.β
βAre you in business in New York?β asked Herbert, who, in spite of the queer manners of his new relative, felt considerable respect for one who hailed from so important a city.
βYes, I'm a salesman in a New York store. Where do you live?β
βIn Wrayburn.β
βWhere's that?β
βAbout twenty miles from here.β
βSome one-horse country town, I suppose. Are you in any business?β
βNo,β said Herbert, βbut I'd like to be. Do you think you could get me a place in New York?β
βWell,β said Cornelius, flattered by the belief in his influence which this inquiry implied, βperhaps I might. You can give me your name and address, so I can write to you if I hear of anything. If the old man only leaves me a few thousand dollars, I'll go into business for myself, and then I'd have an opening for you.β
βI hope he will, then.β
βSo do I. That is where we both agree. But perhaps it will be you that will get the cash.β
βI don't think so.β
βIf you do, put it into my hands, and go into partnership with me. I've got business experience, you know; while you're green, countrified, you know. It would never do for you to start alone.β
βNo, I shouldn't think of it.β
βThen it's agreed, is it?β said Cornelius. βIf I get a legacy, I'll take you into my store. If you get it, you will go into partnership with me.β
βI'm willing,β said Herbert, who really believed that his companion had as valuable business qualifications as he claimed. How was he to know that the pretentious Cornelius was only a salesman, at twelve dollars a week, in a dry-goods store on Eighth Avenue?
By this time they had reached the rather dingy-looking house of their deceased relative. The front door was open. They passed through the gate, and, entering, took their places with the mourners.
CHAPTER IV READING THE WILL
Apparently the deceased had but few relatives. But six persons were in a small room appropriated to the mourners when our hero and his new acquaintance entered. One of these, and far the most imposing in appearance, was a stout lady, who quite filled up the only armchair in the room. In a plain chair close by was a meek little man, three inches shorter, and probably not more than half her weight. A boy and girl, the children of the ill-matched pair, the former resembling the father, the latter the mother, were ranged alongside. Permit me to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Josiah Pinkerton, of Castleton, an adjoining town. Master Albert and Miss Nancy Pinkerton.
Mrs. Pinkerton is a milliner, and her husband is her clerk and errand boy. She has considerable business capacity, and makes enough to support the family comfortably, besides adding something annually to the fund in the savings bank. The relationship to the deceased is on the side of the husband, who is a cousin. This relationship has given rise to great expectations on the part of Mrs.
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