It must be said for Colonel Ross that he knew comparatively little about his wife"s early life, and didn"t dream of the large obligations she was under to Uncle Obed. He was a rich man, and the consciousness of wealth led him to a.s.sume airs of importance, but he was not as cold or heartless as his wife, and would have insisted on his wife"s treating her uncle better had he known the past. Even as it was, he was much more gracious and affable than Mrs. Ross to the old man, whom he had never seen before.
As for Philip, he was a second edition of his mother, and never addressed a word to Uncle Obed. When the latter spoke to him, he answered in monosyllables.
"Nancy, you may leave the room. I"ll call you if I want you."
This was what Mrs. Ross said to the servant, fearing that Uncle Obed might refer to her early poverty, and that the girl might talk about it in the neighborhood.
Though Colonel Ross made conversation easy for him, Uncle Obed could not help feeling the coldness of his niece.
"Lucindy might treat me better," he thought, "after what I did for her in her early days. But I see how it is; she"s ashamed of them, and I won"t say anything to make her feel bad. I see I must look elsewhere for a home. Lucindy don"t want me here, and I shouldn"t feel at home myself.
I wish Philip was more like that Harry Gilbert, who showed me the way here."
Supper was over, and Philip took up his hat to go out.
"Philip," said his father, "you forget that your uncle is here. You should stay to keep him company."
"I"ve got an engagement," said Philip, alarmed at the suggestion.
"Can"t you put it off?"
"Let the boy keep his engagement," said Uncle Obed. "I like to see young people particular about keeping their appointments."
"Your uncle may like to walk out with you, and see something of the village."
Philip looked dismayed at the prospect of being seen in the company of the rather shabby old man, who claimed to be his great-uncle.
"No, no," said Uncle Obed. "I can find the way round by myself. A man that"s used to the Western prairies doesn"t get lost easily."
Philip breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time he began to think that Uncle Obed had some sensible ideas.
Uncle Obed took his hat and cane, and walked out slowly, making his way along the princ.i.p.al street.
"I wish I could see that boy Harry Gilbert," he thought to himself--for a new plan had occurred to him. "Why, bless me, there he is now," he said, as our hero turned the next corner.
"Good-evening, sir," said Harry, cheerfully.
"Good-evening, Harry. You"re just the one I was wanting to see. I"ve got something to say to you."
What Uncle Obed had to say was of importance, but must be deferred to the next chapter.
CHAPTER VIII
UNCLE OBED MAKES A PROPOSAL
Harry waited to hear what the old man had to say.
"How do you and my grandnephew hitch horses?" asked Uncle Obed.
"You mean how do we get along together?" asked Harry.
"Yes."
"Well, we are not bosom friends. Philip thinks I am a poor, working boy, and looks down on me accordingly."
"It don"t do you a mite of harm to work. I had to work when I was a boy, and I"ve done my share of work since I got to be a man."
"I like to work," said Harry. "I only wish I had the chance."
"So there is no love lost between you and Philip?"
"No; he doesn"t suit me any better than I suit him. He"s got too high notions for me."
"He"s like his mother," said Uncle Obed. "I reckon she and Philip ain"t very glad to see me. It"s different with the colonel. He"s a nice man, but he seems to be under his wife"s thumb."
Harry did not reply. It was only what he expected, from what he knew of Mrs. Ross and her son.
"I hope it won"t be unpleasant for you," said he, in a tone of sympathy.
"It"s a kind of disappointment," the old man admitted. "I was hoping Lucindy would be like her mother, and I could have a home with my own folks the rest of my life."
"Poor man," thought Harry. "He"s old and dest.i.tute, and it must be a trial for him to find himself so coldly received."
"I wish," he said, impulsively, "we were richer."
"Why?" asked Uncle Obed.
"Because we"d offer you a home. But, unfortunately," continued Harry, with a sigh, "we don"t know how we are to pay our own expenses."
The old man looked gratified.
"I wish you were my nephew, instead of Philip," he said. "You"ve got a good mother, I take it."
"She"s one of the best mothers in the world," said Harry, earnestly.
"I might have known it. Such boys as you always have good mothers.
Supposing I was able to pay my share of the expenses, do you think your mother would give me a home?"
"I am sure she would," said Harry, who could not help feeling interest in the homely, but good-hearted, old man. "But I thought----" here he hesitated.
"You thought I was dest.i.tute, didn"t you?" asked Uncle Obed, with a smile.
"Yes, sir."
"I"m thankful to Providence that I"m not. I"ve got enough to pay my way for the few years that remain to me. My niece might treat me different if she knew it, but I"d rather she"d think I was in need."
"Shall I speak to my mother about your coming?" asked Harry.