"Ye know the Marvin"s old Uncle Jehiel, him that lived with them five year an" then went off, n.o.body knows where, without sayin" a word to "em? Well, he"s been heard from! A lawyer has writ ter Jack Marvin"s father sayin"
there"s a will, an" sech a will I"ll be baound wuz never heerd of before!
"He"s left five hundred dollars ter come ter Jack when he"s twenty-one, ef by that time he"s given any sign of "mountin" ter anything as a scholar, a farmer, a preacher or a storekeeper.
"Did ye ever hear anything like the choice?
"An" then he says, the old rascal, that ef by that time he hasn"t made something of himself in one or t"other er them things, that the money can be given ter his cousin Dot, whatever she"s done or hasn"t done, bein"s he"s never expected anything of her, she bein" only a girl.
"That made me bile when I heerd it, fer the old critter ought ter think pretty well er girls and women. They say, as er boy he lived with his aunt who gave him a good edication; a cousin er his"n, a woman by the way, set him up in business, an" this money he"s made his grand will fer was left him by his wife, so ye"d think he"d feel thankful and kind toward all women, but ye can"t caount on folks."
"I"d a thought he"d a left the money ter be divided between Jack an" Dot, "twould a sounded pleasanter," said Almira.
"Ef ye ever saw old Jehiel Marvin ye"d never expect anything very pleasant of him," responded Mrs. Hodgkins.
"But lemme tell ye the greatest!
"Timotheus Simpkins ain"t goin" ter the deestrict school this year, fer the reason that his father says he"s learned all there is ter learn, an"
there ain"t nothing left that the teacher can tell him, so he"s goin" ter stay aout and help on the farm an" spend all his spare time on literatoor!
"That"s what old Mr. Simpkins says, what on airth do ye s"pose he means?"
Aunt Sophrony waited for her niece to solve the mystery, but the problem was too great for her to grasp, and as Mrs. Hodgkins rose to go, Almira begged her to question Timotheus if she chanced to meet him, and find out just what he intended to do with his spare time, and to learn if possible in what way "literatoor" was to form a part of his daily life.
CHAPTER IV
THE DISTRICT SCHOOL
The meeting held for the purpose of deciding that the town could or could not afford to furnish suitable accommodations for its pupils proved to be a most exciting affair.
Josiah Boyden filled with indignation that the matter should have been thought worthy of consideration after he had spoken so vehemently against it at Barnes" store, sat pompous and important near the door, fully determined to crush any suggestion which might be offered.
Mr. Potts and Mr. Jenks early in the evening inquired the amount which the town had set aside for the school. Upon learning the sum, each at once agreed to contribute a quarter of the balance needed if others would make up the remaining half.
"I have two scholars for the school," said Mr. Weston, "and if Mr. Potts, who intends to have a private tutor for his son, is willing to give a quarter of the sum needed, I"m sure I"ll do the same."
"Three cheers for three quarters!" squeaked old Nate Burnham, from a seat in the corner, and in the midst of the din old Sandy McLeod arose and thumped his cane upon the floor for order.
"I"ll gie the remainin" quarter, an" add ten dollars to"t that my Margaret sent, sayin" in her gentle way, "It may gie some added comfort to the place wherever "tis chosen.""
Wild applause greeted this characteristic speech. Sandy"s eyes twinkled as he sat down and he remarked to his next neighbor, "That mon Boyden has a scowl that wad sour meelk."
After much discussion, it was decided that a large, vacant farm-house, centrally located, could be purchased and fitted for a schoolhouse at a less expense than the building of a new structure would incur, and in spite of Josiah Boyden"s fuming and Nate Burnham"s chuckling, in spite of much murmuring on the part of a few frugal minded farmers, the moneyed element carried the day, and under the twinkling stars the triumphant members of that a.s.semblage took their homeward way, filled with the joy of victory.
The money pledged was as promptly paid, and work upon the building was commenced at once, and when September arrived it stood ready to receive the scholars, a better schoolhouse than the average country village could boast.
One of the first to inspect it was Mrs. Sophrony Hodgkins. It would have made her very unhappy to have had its good points described to her and have been unable to say,
"Oh, yes, I know, I saw it fust."
Accordingly on the day that school was to open, she made an early start and before any pupils thought of arriving she had inspected every part of the building, decided that she approved of it in every particular, and had sallied forth to describe it to all her friends.
As she sped along the road, a brisk, bustling figure, the little squirrels raced along the wall, sure that she intended to capture them; but one less timid than his mates, sat upon his little haunches on an old stump, and chattered and scolded as she pa.s.sed as if offended by the stir which she was making.
A slouching figure leaned upon the top rail of the fence at the side of the road and its att.i.tude, together with the singular expression of the face beneath the hat brim, piqued Mrs. Hodgkins" curiosity.
"What on airth!"--she began, but the figure did not move.
"Going ter be deef like his father, I wonder?" she murmured, then raising her voice she exclaimed,
"I say, Timotheus, what on airth be ye a dreaming of this bright mornin"
"stead er gittin" ready fer school?"
A moment longer the boy stood staring at the sky, then as if slowly, and with an effort coming down to earth again, he looked down upon the woman who had interrupted him as he said,
"I heered ye, Mis" Hodgkins the fust time ye spoke, but when I"m a thinkin" a thought, I ain"t apt ter answer."
"Good gracious!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mrs. Hodgkins, "I hope fer the good of yer family, ye don"t think "em often."
"I"m allus er workin" ter improve my intellec"; that"s why I ain"t er goin" ter school. Got so I knowed all the teacher knowed last year, so "tain"t nothin" but a waste er time ter think of goin" this year."
"Yer father said ye was goin" ter devote yer time ter literatoor; what d"
he mean by that, Timotheus?" asked Mrs. Hodgkins.
"Wall, I"ll have ter help on the farm, but between ch.o.r.es, I expect ter be readin" what literatoor we own. On the shelf in our parlor we"ve got the almanic, a New England Primer, a book er Martyrs, a book called Book er Beauty, another with a yaller kiver called the Pirate"s Den, and one more called The Letter Writer, "n" I guess by the time I"ve read all them I"ll know a heap. Father says he expects I"ll do somethin" wonderful yet, "n" I guess he"s "baout right."
"Well of all the"--but here she checked herself, and bidding him a hasty good morning, she hurried on, lest her disgust should make itself heard.
Timotheus Simpkins still leaned upon the rail fence, as if he had forgotten her; apparently he was once more "thinkin" a thought."
"I guess I better write that daown before I fergit it," he remarked a few moments later, as he started towards the house, his hands clasped behind his back and his gaze riveted upon s.p.a.ce. Some great thought was evidently about to be transferred to paper.
If Timotheus failed to appreciate the opportunity offered the young people of the town to obtain an education, he stood alone in his ignorance and egotism.
At the hour for the opening of school all the pupils of the year before were present and many new ones waited to be a.s.signed to their respective cla.s.ses.
Prue and Randy were surrounded by their friends upon their arrival, and between the Babson girls stood little Hi Babson, their cousin, whose mother had determined that during his three months" visit he should attend school. Taking his hand, Belinda walked to the teacher"s desk with a view to introducing him.
"This is my little cousin," she began, but was promptly interrupted by Hi who remarked,
"I ain"t little, I"m a big boy."
"And he wants to come to school, Miss Gilman."
"No I don"t want ter come ter school, an" I wouldn"t only ma made me,"