"And I have nothing to give white boy," she said, sadly.
"You have given me my life. Is that nothing, Monima? Keep the chain, and whenever you look at it remember Jasper."
So they parted, and Jasper pursued his journey to Plattville. He reached the town without further adventure, and conducted satisfactorily the business with which he was intrusted. He succeeded in obtaining half the money due his employer, and in making arrangements for the speedy payment of the rest. So it was with a mind well satisfied that he returned to St. Louis.
When he told Mr. Fitch the particulars of his encounter with Jack, and his escape, the latter said, earnestly:
"Jasper, you are the bravest boy I know."
"I am afraid you overrate my services," said Jasper, modestly.
"And you really refused to write the letter, though you knew your life was in danger?"
"I was not willing to betray my trust."
"I honor your courage and fidelity, but you carried them too far. We would far rather have lost ten times seventy-five dollars than risked your life."
"I didn"t think of that, I only thought it would be wrong to defraud you."
"We shall not forget your fidelity. You may consider your wages raised to twenty dollars a week."
"Thank you, sir," said Jasper, gratified.
"It is not merely on account of your courage and fidelity, but partly because of the business ability you have shown in carrying on this affair."
Again Jasper thanked his employer, and went about his duties with fresh courage, feeling that his services were appreciated.
"I am glad I came to St. Louis," he thought. "How much better I am situated than I should have been at home, tyrannized over by a step-mother by whom I was disliked."
Three months more pa.s.sed, when one day a boy entered the store.
"Is Jasper Kent here?" he asked.
"Yes," said Jasper, coming forward, "that is my name."
"I have a telegram for you," said the boy. Jasper tore it open, and read these words:
"Come home at once. Your step-mother is dying.
"Otis Miller."
Shocked at this startling intelligence, Jasper at once sought his employer, obtained leave of absence, and took the next train bound east.
We must precede him and explain what had happened, and what occasioned Mrs. Kent"s critical condition.
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII.
d.i.c.k COMES BACK.
When Mrs. Kent"s brother left her house with fifty dollars in his pocket she warned him that it was the last money he could expect to receive from her. He did not reply, but he had no intention of remaining satisfied with so little.
"What is fifty dollars?" he thought, "to my sister"s fortune? She needn"t think she has got rid of me so easily."
At that time he expected to make her another visit in the course of a month or two, but circ.u.mstances prevented. The fact is, he was imprudent enough to commit theft and incautious enough to be detected, not long afterward, and the consequence was a term of imprisonment.
When he was released from confinement he at once made his way to his sister"s house.
As before, Nicholas was standing on the lawn. His countenance changed when he recognized his uncle, though he didn"t know that he had just come from a prison.
"How are you, Nicholas?" said his uncle.
"I"m well," said his nephew, coldly.
"Really, you have grown a good deal since I saw you."
Even this compliment did not soften Nicholas, who turned his back and did not invite his uncle into the house.
d.i.c.k scowled in an ugly manner but controlled his voice.
"How is your mother?"
"She"s got the headache."
"I am sorry. I have been sick, too."
Nicholas did not exhibit the slightest curiosity on the subject.
"I have just come from the hospital," a slight fiction, as we know.
This aroused Nicholas, who retreated a little as he asked:
"Did you have anything catching?"
"No; besides, I"m well now. I should like to see your mother."
"I don"t think she feels well enough to see you."
"Will you go up and see? I want to see her on important business."
Nicholas went up stairs grumbling.
"Well, mother," he said, "that disreputable brother of yours has come again."
Mrs. Kent"s brow contracted.