CHAPTER XIII
MR. BANKS, THE SUPERINTENDENT
After his interview with Squire Leech, Herbert walked home slowly andthoughtfully. He comprehended now all the danger of the situation. Thesquire wanted their house, and was mean enough to desire to get it atless than its value, though two or three hundred dollars would havebeen of little account to him, while to the poor widow whom he wished todefraud it was a great sum.
“How can a rich man be so mean?” exclaimed Herbert, indignantly.
That question has puzzled more than our hero. Is there something inriches that dwarfs the man, and makes him mean and ignoble? In too manyinstances such appears to be the effect.
“Well, mother,” said Herbert, when he returned to the cottage, “I’vebeen to see Squire Leech.”
“What success did you meet with?” asked his mother, anxiously.
“He will probably give me employment.”
“You see, Herbert, you misjudged him, after all,” said the widow, herface brightening.
“Wait and see if I did. There is a condition attached.”
“What is that?”
“That you will sell him the cottage.”
“Did he mention that?”
“Yes, he offered three hundred dollars over and above the mortgage.”
“Why, he offered more than that last year.”
“I reminded him of that.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he would have given three hundred and fifty if we hadn’tbeen so unreasonable as to refuse then. Now, as you have been sick, heexpects he can get the place on his own terms.”
“I didn’t think Squire Leech would be so ungenerous.”
“He hinted, besides, that when the next interest is due, he wouldforeclose, if the money were not ready.” “It won’t be ready, I amafraid, Herbert,” said his mother, depressed. “What shall we do? I amafraid we shall be forced to sell the place, though it would be hard toleave it.”
“There’s a month before the interest comes due, mother,” said Herbert,with energy. “Something may turn up.”
But his mother was not so hopeful as he.
“What can turn up?” she said.
“I may get employment.”
“Even if you do, a boy can earn little in the country.”
“That is true, mother, but somehow I feel hopeful.”
“That is because you are young, Herbert. It is natural for youth to behopeful.”
“Well, mother, isn’t it better to be hopeful than despondent?”
“But it won’t alter wants.”
“Suppose the worst to happen--suppose we do leave the house--we shallhave three hundred or three hundred and fifty dollars in cash, to keepus from starving.”
“And when that is gone?”
“Before that is gone, I shall be earning good wages somewhere. You see,mother, matters are not as bad as they might be, after all.”
In spite of her doubts, Mrs. Carter was cheered by her son’s hopefultone.
“Perhaps you are right,” she said. “Since God orders all things, weought not to be discouraged.”
“Now you are sensible, mother. How much money have you got left?”
“Twenty-five dollars.”
“Why, that’s enough to pay the interest, and a little over.”
“But how are we to live for the next month?”
“I ought to earn money enough for that.”
“If there were any chance of finding work.”
“Well, I will go out again to-morrow.”
Herbert spoke with a confidence which he did not feel. Wrayburn wasnot a large village, and, in general, boys were to be found in familieswhere a boy’s work was required. In fact, the only one who seemed likelyto have work for a boy was Mr. Banks, the squire’s farm superintendent.His son, Tom, might indeed have worked, had he been inclined; but he wasnaturally indolent, and his father was too indulgent to compel him towork. He was an only child, and bade fair to be spoiled. Though onlyfifteen, he had already learned to smoke and drink, and the only limitto either was his scanty pocket money.
As Herbert was walking up the street in perplexity, he fell in with Tom,who was smoking a cheap cigar with the air of an old smoker.
“Where are you bound, Herbert?” he asked.
“Nowhere in particular. I wish I knew where to go.”
“Come fishing with me.”
“I haven’t time.”
“You said you were not going anywhere in particular.”
“Because I don’t know where to go.”
“Then, why not go with me?”
“I want to find work somewhere.”
Tom shrugged his shoulders.
“That’s just what I am not anxious to find,” he said. “My father keepsthinking every day that I ought to be at work, but I don’t see it.”
Tom winked here, and looked, or thought he looked, uncommonly sly.
“Then, your father has work for a boy to do,” said Herbert, gettinginterested.
“Oh, yes, it is spring now, and the busy season is beginning. But thatsort of work don’t suit me. I will never be a farmer. When I get alittle older, I should like to go to the city, and enter a store. Thatwould be jolly.”
“You might get tired of it.”
“No, I wouldn’t; I’m sick of this stupid old town, though. There’snothing going on.”
“I say, Tom, as you don’t want to work, do you think your father wouldgive me a chance?”
“I don’t know,” said Tom. “I’ll speak to him if you want me to.”
“I wish you would.”
“There’ll be one advantage about it. If he hires you, he won’t be atme to work all the time. I’ll do it. Come along, and I’ll speak to himnow.”
“Thank you, Tom.”
“Oh, you needn’t thank me. It’s for my own sake I’m doing it as much asyours,” said Tom, who was at least frank in his selfishness.
They went to the small house occupied, much against his will, by AmosBanks. He was in the field, with one of his men, when Tom and Herbertcame up, and, jumping over the stone wall, approached him.
“Well, Tom,” said his father, “you have come just in time. I want you toride the horse to plow.”
“I can’t, father; I don’t feel well to-day.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Oh, I’ve got a headache.”
“Riding will do you good.”
“No, it won’t,” said Tom, confidently; “but if you want a boy to helpyou, here he is.”
Mr. Banks turned to Herbert.
“You are Herbert Carter,” he said.
“Yes, sir. I would like very much to get a chance to work.”
“You’re the widow Carter’s son?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Has your mother decided to sell her cottage?”
“I don’t think she has, Mr. Banks.”
“Of course you know that Squire Leech wants to buy it.”
“Yes, sir. He told me that he wanted to purchase it for your use.”
“Just so,” said the superintendent, stopping work: “I’ve taken a fancyto that house, and so has Mrs. Banks You had better accept the squire’soffer.”
“That would be too much of a sacrifice, Mr. Banks The squire wants toget the place considerably below its value.”
“Very likely you overvalue it.”
“Mother is attached to it. She would rather have it than a nicer house.Father built it, and it was here they lived for nearly fifteen years.”
“No doubt--no doubt,” said Banks, impatiently; “but poor folks can’tafford to be sentimental. If it’s for your mother’s interest to sell,then she’d ought to sell, that’s my opinion.”
“We may have to sell some time, but as long as we can hold on to theplace, we mean to.”
“I may as well say,” said the superintendent, “that the squire hasauthorized me to hire you to work, in case your mother consents tosell.”
/> “Is that the condition?”
“Yes.”
“Then,” said Herbert, turning away, “I am afraid I must give up thechance.”
“That’s an obstinate boy,” said Banks, looking after him; “but he’llcome around after a while. The squire says he’ll have to, or be turnedout for not paying the interest.”
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