"Not until after my uncle"s death."
"Had he ever told you why you were in his charge?"
"Yes; he said that at the death of my parents I had been given to him."
"You of course knew the story of the mysterious disappearance of Henry Witherspoon."
"Yes; when a boy I had read something about it."
"In view of the many frauds that had been attempted, hadn"t you a fear that your father might he suspicious of you?"
"No; I had forwarded letters and held proof that could not be disputed. The mystery was cleared up."
"How old are you?"
"I shall be twenty-five next--next"--
"December the fourteenth," Witherspoon answered for him.
"The truth is," said Henry, "uncle did not remember the exact date of my birth."
"Was your uncle a man of means?"
"Well, I can hardly say that he was. He speculated considerably, and though he was never largely successful, yet he always managed to live well."
"Were you engaged in any sort of employment?"
"Yes, at different times I was a reporter."
"It is not necessary that the public should know all this," said Witherspoon.
"But we can"t help it," Henry replied. "The statement we sent out would simply serve to hone and strap public curiosity to a keen edge.
I expected something of this sort. The only thing to do is to get through with it as soon as we can."
When the interview was ended Henry went to the front door with the reporters, and at parting said to them: "I hope to see you again, gentlemen, and doubtless I shall. I am one of you."
At dinner that evening Witherspoon was in high spirits. He joked--a recreation rare with him--and he told a story--a mental excursion of marked uncommonness.
"What, Henry, don"t you drink wine at all?" the merchant asked.
"No, sir, I stand in mortal fear of it." The vision of a drunken painter, he always fancied, hung like a fog between him and the liquor gla.s.s.
"It"s well enough, my son."
"None of the Craigs were drunkards," said Ellen, giggling.
"Ellen," Mrs. Witherspoon solemnly enjoined, "my mother"s people shall not be made sport of. It is true that there were no drunkards among them. And why?"
"Because none of them got drunk, I should think," Henry ventured to suggest.
"That, of course, was one reason, my son, but the main reason was that they knew how to govern themselves."
The evening flew away with music and with talk of a long ago made doubly dear by present happiness. The hour was growing late.
Witherspoon and Henry sat in the library, smoking. Ellen had gone to her room to draft a form for the invitation to Henry"s reception, and Mrs. Witherspoon was on a midnight prowl throughout the house, and although knowing that everything was right, yet surprised to find it so.
"Now, my boy," said the merchant, "we will talk business. Your mother, and particularly your sister, thought it well for me to make you an allowance, and while I don"t object to the putting of money aside for you, yet I should rather have you feel the manliness which comes of drawing a salary for services rendered. That is more American. You see how useful Brooks has made himself. Now, why can"t you work yourself into a similar position? In the future, the charge of the entire establishment may devolve upon you. All that a real man wants is a chance, and such a chance as I now urge upon you falls to the lot of but few young men. Had such an opportunity been given to me when I was young, I should have regarded myself as one specially favored by the partial G.o.ddess of fortune."
He was now walking up and down the room. He spoke with fervor, and Henry saw how strong he was and wondered not at his great success.
"I don"t often resort to figures of speech," Witherspoon continued, "but even the most practical man feels sometimes that ill.u.s.tration is a necessity. Words are the trademarks of the goods stored in the mind, and a flashy expression proclaims the flimsy trinket."
Was his unwonted indulgence in wine at dinner playing rhetorical tricks with his mind?
"I spoke just now of the partial G.o.ddess of fortune," the merchant continued, "in the hope that I might impress you with a deplorable truth. Fortune is vested with a peculiar discrimination. It appears more often to favor the unjust than the just. Ability and a life of constant wooing do not always win success, for luck, the factotum of fortune, often bestows in one minute a success which a life-time of stubborn toil could not have achieved. Therefore, I say to you, think well of your position, and instead of drawing idly upon your great advantage, add to it. Successful men are often n.i.g.g.ardly of advice, while the prattling tongue nearly always belongs to failure; therefore, when a successful man does advise, heed him. I think that I should have succeeded in nearly any walk of life. St.u.r.dy New England stock, the hard necessity for thrift, and the practical common school fitted me to push my way to the front. Don"t think that I am boasting.
It is no more of vanity for one to say "I have succeeded" than to say "I will succeed."" He paused a moment and stood near Henry"s chair.
"You have the chance to become what I cannot be--one of the wealthiest men in this country." He sat down, and leaning back in his leather-covered chair, stretched forth his legs and crossed his slippered feet. He looked at Henry.
"To some men success is natural, and to others it is impossible,"
Henry replied. "I can well see that prosperity could not long have kept beyond your reach. Your mind led you in a certain direction, and instead of resisting, you gladly followed it. You say that you should have been a success in any walk of life, and while it is true that you would have made money, it does not follow that you would have found that contentment which is beyond all earthly price. I admit that the opportunity which you offer me is one of rarest advantage, but knowing myself, I feel that in accepting it I should be doing you an injustice. It may be so strange to you that you can"t understand it, yet I haven"t a single commercial instinct; and to be frank with you, that great store would be a penitentiary to me. Wait a moment."
Witherspoon had bounded to his feet. "I am willing to do almost anything," Henry continued, "but I can"t consent to a complete darkening of my life. I admit that I am peculiar, and shall not dispute you in your belief that my mind is not strong, but I am firm when it comes to purpose. To hear one say that he doesn"t care to be the richest man in the country may strike you as the utterance of a fool, and yet I am compelled to say it. I don"t want you to make me an allowance. I don"t want"--
"What in G.o.d"s name do you want, sir!" Witherspoon exclaimed. He was walking up and down the room, not with the regular paces which had marked his stroll a few moments before, but with the uneven tread of anger. "What in G.o.d"s name can you ask?"
He turned upon Henry, and standing still, gave him a look of hard inquiry.
"I ask nothing in G.o.d"s name, and surely nothing in my own. I knew that this would put you out, and I dreaded it, but it had to come.
Suppose that at my age the opportunity to manage a cattle ranch had been offered you."
"I would have taken it; I would have made it the biggest cattle ranch in the country. It galls me, sir, it galls me to see my own children sticking up their noses at honest employment."
"Pardon me, but so far as I am concerned you are wrong. I seek honest employment. But what is the most honest employment? Any employment that yields an income? No; but the work that one is best fitted for and which is therefore the most satisfactory. If you had shaped my early life"--
"Andrew was a fool!" Witherspoon broke in. "He was crazy."
"But he was something of a gentleman, sir."
"Gentleman!" Witherspoon snorted; "he was the worst of all thieves--a child-stealer."
"And had you been entirely blameless, sir?"
"What! and do you reproach me? Now look here." He pointed a shaking finger at Henry. "Don"t you ever hint at such a thing again. My G.o.d, this is disgraceful!" he muttered, resuming his uneven walk. "My hopes were so built up. Now you knock them down. What the devil do you want, sir!" he exclaimed, wheeling about.
"I will tell you if you will listen."
"Oh, yes, of course you will. It will no doubt do you great good to humiliate me."
"When you feel, sir, that I am humiliating you, one word is all you need to say."