CHAPTER XV
ABNER AND THE WIDOW GUFF
It was with a light heart that Nat went to work for Mr. John Garwell. Hefelt that his employer was a man to be trusted, and one who would do thebest he could for those under him.
"It was a lucky thing for me that I took that walk on the BrooklynBridge," he reasoned. "Perhaps I shouldn't have gotten the jobotherwise."
The clerk, Wilson, proved kind and considerate, and under him our herolearned rapidly.
"Didn't I tell you that you'd strike luck," said Dick. "Now, all you'vegot to do is to nurse that job carefully, and you'll be at the top ofthe firm some day."
"Well, I am going to nurse it as carefully as I can," laughed Nat.
When our hero had time he went to the police headquarters to see ifanything had been learned of Nick Smithers.
"Nothing yet," said the officer in charge. "But I think he'll be rundown sooner or later."
"I'd like to run him down myself."
"I've no doubt you would."
Nat had been working for Mr. Garwell about a week when he receivedanother letter from Sam Price. Sam wrote, in part, as follows:
"Since I sent my last letter, there have been great changes at your uncle's farm. He has discharged the housekeeper, and some say he is courting the Widow Guff. For all I know they'll be married pretty soon. More than that, I heard somebody say that he was thinking of coming to New York to look for you."
Nat read this communication with close attention. He knew the Widow Guffas a person who took boarders in the town where he had sold his cow. Shehad three children, and had the reputation of being a rather tart andself-willed woman.
"I shouldn't think Uncle Abner would want to marry that widow," thoughtNat. "Wonder what put it into his head? And what put it into his head tocome to New York to look for me? I'd rather he would keep his distance."
Nat did not know that for the past few months the Widow Guff had had ahard time of it with a number of her boarders, and could scarcely makeboth ends meet, yet such was a fact.
One day the widow called on a friend, and from this friend learned thatAbner Balberry had discharged his housekeeper, and was keeping house byhimself.
"It's a shame for him to be all alone," thought the widow. "And withthat nephew of his away, too! Some good woman ought to be keeping housefor him."
The widow had long had her eye on Abner Balberry, whom she knew fairlywell. She knew Abner was well-to-do, and keeping a boarding house seemedof a sudden a great burden to her.
"Wish I could make Abner propose," she said to herself. "He just oughtto have a wife."
So the widow kept on thinking, and by and by her face brightened. Shehad an idea, which she resolved to put into execution the very firstopportunity.
"Fred," said she to her son, a tall gawk of a boy, "I want you to go toMr. Abner Balberry's house, and ask him if he will stop in and see methe first time he comes to town."
"Wot do yer want, ma?" drawled Fred.
"Never mind, Fred. Just ask him to call. Say I'd like a little advicefrom him."
Fred shuffled off on his errand, and found Nat's uncle down in thehenhouse, searching for eggs.
"Ma wants you to come and see her," said the youth.
"Wants me to come an' see her?" queried Nat's uncle.
"Yep."
"What for?"
"Dunno. Said she'd like some advice."
"All right; I'll come," said Abner.
That afternoon, after milking, he arrayed himself in his best, and droveover to the widow's boarding house. He was glad to make the visit, forsince discharging his housekeeper he had found life on the farm ratherlonely.
The widow greeted him warmly, and asked him into her parlor, closing thedoors, so that nobody might interrupt them. She seemed somewhatembarrassed.
"Fred told me that you would like to see me," commenced Nat's uncle.
"Yes, Abner, I do; but I'm afraid you'll think it strange of me--atleast of what I have to say to you."
"Oh, that's all right, Lucy; you know you kin trust me," he replied.
"Suppose,"--the widow cast down her eyes,--"mind, I am only supposing acase--suppose a person should find a pot full of gold pieces in an oldwell, would the law have a right to touch it, or would it belong to thefinder?"
At the mention of a pot of gold, Abner Balberry became exceedinglyinterested. As we know, he was very miserly, and he realized that a potof gold would be worth a good deal of money.
"A pot of gold, Lucy," he said. "Why, unquestionably, the law would havenothing to do with it."
"Could the one who had owned the house years before, or lived in theplace, come forward and claim it?"
"No, Lucy; I think not."
"Thank you, very much, Abner, for your advice. The--er--question justcame into my--er--mind, and I wanted to satisfy myself; that's all."
"Certainly, widow, certainly," answered Nat's uncle. He wanted to asksome questions, but did not dare.
"Now you are here, you must take supper with me," went on the WidowGuff.
"Thank you, Lucy, you are very kind----"
"I know you haven't any housekeeper any more, and nobody to cook foryou. Yes, stay by all means."
The widow was a fairly good cook, and Nat's uncle ate with a relish allthat was offered to him, ending with a piece of berry pie which wasparticularly fine. He spent a social hour after the meal, and then drovehome in a thoughtful mood.
"Is it possible that the widow really found a pot of gold in the well?"he thought. "She didn't really say so, but it was mighty odd for her toask me such questions. I'll have to look into this a bit." And then hegot to thinking that the widow was not such a bad-looking woman afterall, and a wife with a pot of gold would be a very nice thing topossess.
About a week later Abner Balberry had occasion to go to town, to draw alittle money from the bank, with which to pay for a cow he hadpurchased. He was passing the widow's home when she came out on thepiazza and nodded to him.
"Good-morning," she said.
"Good-morning," he returned, and stopped for a chat. During the courseof the conversation he mentioned his errand, and she said she was goingto the bank too. He asked her to ride to the institution, and sheaccepted the invitation. When they arrived there he told her he wouldwait until she was through. Then he went around to a side window of thebank, where he might hear what took place.
The widow tripped up to the window.
"Can you give me change for a ten-dollar gold piece?" she asked.
"With pleasure, Mrs. Guff," was the answer, and the change for the goldpiece was immediately forthcoming.
"By the way," went on the widow, "the bank is in quite a flourishingcondition, is it not?"
"We are doing finely, yes."
"And you receive deposits, do you not?"
"Of course."
"Do you receive as high as--as five thousand dollars?"
"No," answered the cashier, in some surprise. "Three thousand dollarsfrom one depositor is our limit. Do you know of anybody who----"
"It's of no consequence," interrupted the widow, hurriedly. "I onlyasked out of curiosity. How much interest do you pay?"
"Four per cent. on the first thousand and three per cent. on theremainder."
"Thank you, and much obliged for the change. Good-morning," and theWidow Guff tripped out lightly and hurried up the street.
Abner Balberry had overheard every word and his face was a study as hewent into the bank to draw what he wanted, thirty dollars.
"Jest had the Widow Guff here, didn't you?" he said, lightly.
"Yes, Mr. Balberry." The cashier paused. "Do you know if anybody hasleft her money lately?" he continued.
"Not that I know on? Why?"
"Oh, she was asking what rate of interest we paid, and if we took ashigh as five thousand dollars."
"I see. Well, I don't know nothin' about it," and Abner Balberrypocketed his money and his bank book, and walked out after the widow.
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If he had been in deep thought before he was more so now. Was itpossible that the widow had found five thousand dollars?
"She changed a ten-dollar piece," he reasoned. "I reckon I kin seethrough a millstone when there's a hole through it. Tell ye what, awidder with five thousand in gold ain't to be sneezed at! I wonder ifanybody else knows o' this? Hope they don't!"
That evening the farmer sat up till late, thinking the situation over.He did not wish for a wife so much, but he did wish to get his hands onthat pot of gold.
"If I want her I'll have to propose before some other feller hears o'this," he told himself.
The farmer made it his business to go to town two days later, and drovepast the widow's house very slowly. She saw him from a window, andnodded and smiled.
This was encouraging, and on returning from his errand, he tied up infront of the place, and rang the bell.
"Oh, Abner, I am delighted to see you!" said the widow, on coming to thedoor. "Come in."
"Thank you, Lucy," he answered, and entered the parlor.
"It was so good of you to come," she simpered. "I wanted somebody totalk to."
"Anything special?" he asked, curiously.
"I have received notice to leave this house. I guess Mr. Haskell, theowner, wishes it for himself." She did not add that her rent was aboutdue, and she did not know how to meet the payment.
"Where do you think of going, widow?"
"I'm sure I don't know, Abner. I haven't a single place. You know I'mall alone in the world."
She looked at him fondly, and he at once fell into the trap.
"Better come an' live with me, Lucy."
"Oh, Abner! What do you mean?"
"I mean that I think a heap o' you, Lucy, an' I'd like you fer my wife.I know as how we could git along fine together," answered Nat's uncle,earnestly. Just then that pot of gold seemed almost within his reach.
The widow blushed, and pretended to be greatly surprised.
"I--I never dreamed of this, Abner!" she whispered. "It's--it's sosudden."
"But you ain't goin' to say no, are you?"
"Well, I--I----" She blushed again. "I must say I like you a great deal,Abner."
"Then say yes."
"Well, I will," declared the widow, and then she allowed him to kissher. Abner felt very happy, and asked her to set the day at once.
"Bein' as you're to git out o' this house, you might as well give up theboarders, an' come to my house at once," he said.
The widow consented, and said she would marry him in ten days. He drovehome almost in a dream, and at once had the house put in order, andactually bought himself a new suit of clothes and a new hat.
"It's a good bit o' money to spend," he reasoned. "But I've got to dothe proper thing, or she won't feel like lettin' go o' that gold."
When the time came, they were married in the local church, and then hedrove her home. Her furniture had already arrived. She at once tookpossession of the place, and began to set things to rights.
"I won't ask her about that pot o' gold jest yet," mused Abner. "I'llhave to wait a few days at least."
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