"Yes, sir; oh, yes, sir!"
"And will you follow my advice to the letter, and do just what I tell you to do in this matter?"
"Yes, sir; I will."
"Well, then," said Sharpman, turning to Craft, "I think I"ll trust the boy, and I"ll a.s.sist you in your bonds. I know that we both have his interest at heart, and I believe that, together, we can restore his rights to him, and place him in the way of acceptance by his family.
Ralph," turning again to the boy, "you ought to be very thankful to have found two such good friends as Mr. Craft and myself."
"Yes, sir, I am. You"ll do everything you can for me, won"t you? as quick as you can?"
"Oh, yes! Mr. Craft will be your guardian, and I will be his bondsman and lawyer. Now, I think we understand each other, and I guess that"s all for to-night."
"When do you want me to come again?"
"Well, I shall want you to go to Wilkesbarre with me in a few days, to have the appointment of guardian made; but I will send for you. In the meantime you will keep on with your work as usual, and say nothing to any person about what we have told you. You"ll do that, won"t you?"
"Yes, sir, I will. But, Uncle Billy--can"t I tell him? he"ll be awful glad to know."
"Well, yes, you may tell Billy, but charge him to keep it a profound secret."
"Oh! he will, he will; he"ll do anything like that "at I ask "im to."
Ralph picked up his cap and turned to go; he hesitated a moment, then he crossed the room to where old Simon still sat, and, standing before him, he said:--
"I"m sorry you"re sick, Gran"pa Simon. I never meant to do wrong by you. I"ll try to do w"at"s right, after this, anyway."
The old man, taken by surprise, had no answer ready; and Sharpman, seeing that the situation was likely to become awkward, stepped forward and said: "Oh! I"ve no doubt he"ll be all we can desire now."
He took the boy"s hand, and led him toward the door. "I see my clerk has gone," he said; "are you afraid to go home alone?"
"Oh, no! It"s moonlight; an" besides, I"ve gone home alone lot"s o"
nights."
"Well, good luck to you! Good-night!"
"Good-night!"
The office door closed behind the boy, and he went out into the street and turned toward home.
The moon was bright and full, and a delicate mist hung close to the earth. It was a very beautiful night. Ralph thought he had never seen so beautiful a night before. His own footsteps had a musical sound in his ears, as he hurried along, impatient to reach Bachelor Billy, and to tell to him the wonderful news,--news so wonderful that he could scarcely realize or comprehend it. Mr. Sharpman said he would be going back home to-night with a heart as light as a feather. And so he was, was he not? He asked his heart the question, but, somehow, it would not say yes. There was a vague uneasiness within him that he could not quite define. It was not because he doubted that he was Mrs. Burnham"s son; he believed that fact implicitly. It was not so much, either, that he could not go to her at once; he could wait for that if the end would only surely bring it. But it seemed to him that he was being set up in a kind of opposition to her; that he was being placed in a position which might lead to an estrangement between them: and that would be a very sad result, indeed, of this effort to establish his ident.i.ty. But Mr. Sharpman had a.s.sured him that Mrs. Burnham approved of the action that was about to be taken in his behalf. Why, then, should he fear? Was it not absurd to cloud his happiness with the dread of something which would never come? Away with doubts! away with fears! he would revel, for to-night at least, in the joy of his new knowledge. Mrs. Burnham was his mother; was not that beautiful, beautiful? Could he, in his wildest flight of fancy or desire, have ever hoped for more than that? But there was something more, and that something was that Robert Burnham was his father. Ah! that was, beyond all question, the highest honor that could ever rest upon a boy,--to be the son of a hero! Ralph threw back his head and shoulders with instinctive, honest pride as this thought filled his mind and heart, and his quick step grew more elastic and more firm as he hurried on along the moonlit path.
He was out beyond the city limits now, climbing the long hill toward home. He could see Burnham Breaker, standing out in majestic proportions, black and clear-cut against the moon-illumined sky.
By and by the little mining village came into view, and the row of cottages, in one of which the Widow Maloney lived; and finally the light in Bachelor Billy"s window. When Ralph saw this he broke into a run, and sped swiftly along the deserted street, with the whole glad story of his parentage and his prospects crowding to his tongue.
Billy was still sitting by the fire when the boy burst into the room; but he had fallen asleep, and his clay pipe had dropped from his fingers and lay broken on the hearth.
"Uncle Billy! oh, Uncle Billy! what do you think?"
"Why, Ralph, lad, is that yo"? I mus" "a" been asleep. Whaur ye been, eh?"
"W"y don"t you "member? I went to Lawyer Sharpman"s office."
"True for ye, so ye did. I forgot; an" did ye--"
"Oh, Uncle Billy! what _do_ you think? Guess who I am; guess!"
"Why, lad, don"t frighten a mon like that. Ye"ll wake the neeborhood.
Who be ye, then?"
"Guess! guess! Oh, you"d never guess! I"m Ralph Burnham; I"m Mrs.
Burnham"s son!"
Bachelor Billy"s hands dropped lifelessly to his knees, his mouth and eyes came wide open with unfeigned astonishment, and, for the moment, he was speechless. Finally he found breath to exclaim: "Why, Ralph, lad; Ralph, ye"re crazy,--or a-jokin"! Don"t joke wi" a mon that way, Ralph; it ain"t richt!"
"No, but, Uncle Billy, it"s true; it"s all true! Ain"t it splendid?"
"Be ye sure o" that, Ralph? be ye sure o" it?"
"Oh! they ain"t no mistake about it; they couldn"t be."
"Well, the guid Lord save ye, lad!" and Billy looked the boy over carefully from head to foot, apparently to see if he had undergone any change during his absence. Then he continued: "Coom, sit ye, then; sit ye, an" tell us aboot it a"; how happenit it, eh?"
Again they drew their chairs up before the replenished fire, and Ralph gave a full account of all that had occurred at the lawyer"s office.
By virtue of his own faith he inspired Bachelor Billy with equal confidence in the truth of the story; and, by virtue of his own enthusiasm, he kindled a blaze of enthusiasm in the man"s heart that glowed with hardly less of brightness than that in his own. Very late that night they sat there, these two, talking of what the future held for Ralph; building bright castles for him, and high hopes, with happiness beyond measure. It was only when the fire burned out and left its charred coals in the iron grate-bars and on the hearth that they went to bed, the one to rest in the dreamless sleep that follows in the path of honest toil, and the other to wake often from his feverish slumber and stare down into the block of moonlight that fell across his bed through the half-curtained window of the room, and wonder whether he had just dreamed it all, or whether he had, indeed, at last, a birthright and a name.
CHAPTER VII.
RHYMING JOE.
Ten days after the evening interview at Sharpman"s office, Ralph received a message from the lawyer instructing him to be at the railroad station on the following morning, prepared to go to Wilkesbarre.
So Bachelor Billy went alone that day to the breaker, and Ralph stayed behind to make ready for his journey.
He dressed himself in his best clothes, brushed them carefully, put a little money in his pocket, and, long before the appointed hour, he was at the station, waiting for Sharpman.
The lawyer did not come until it was nearly time for the train to start. He greeted Ralph very pleasantly, and they took a seat together in the car. It was a beautiful autumn morning, and the nature-loving boy enjoyed greatly the changing views from the car window, as the train bore them swiftly on through the picturesque valley of the Lackawanna. After reaching, at Pittston, the junction with the Susquehanna River, the scenery was grander; and, as they pa.s.sed down through the far-famed Wyoming Valley, Ralph thought he had never before seen anything quite so beautiful. On the whole it was a delightful journey. Sharpman was in excellent spirits and made himself very agreeable indeed. He seemed to enjoy answering the boy"s bright questions, and listening to his shrewd remarks and frank opinions. It was not until they were nearing Wilkesbarre that the special object of their trip was mentioned; then the lawyer informed Ralph that they would go directly to court, and instructed him that if the judge should ask him whom he wished for his guardian, Ralph was to reply that he desired the appointment of Simon Craft. That matter being thoroughly understood, they went on to talk of what they should do in the future.
"It will be necessary, eventually," said Sharpman, "to bring a formal suit against Mrs. Burnham, as administrator, to recover your interest in the estate; but, judging from what she has intimated to me, I don"t antic.i.p.ate any serious opposition on her part."
"I"m sorry, though," responded Ralph, "that they"s got to be a law-suit. Couldn"t we make it so plain to her, some way, "at I"m her son that we needn"t have any suit?"
"I am afraid not. Even though she, herself, were convinced, she would have no right to distribute a portion of the estate to you against the objection of her daughter"s guardian. There is no way but to get a judgment of the court in the matter."