If the unannounced visit of Uncle Obed may be thought to need an excuse, it can easily be found. For years, when Mrs. Ross was a girl, she and her mother were mainly supported by the now despised uncle, without whom they might have become dependent upon charity.
It was not a time that Mrs. Ross, in her present luxury, liked to think about, and for years she had not communicated with the uncle to whom she owed so much.
Full of charity himself, he was unconscious of her lack of grat.i.tude, and supposed that her failure to write was owing to lack of time. He had come in good faith, when bereft of his daughter, to renew acquaintance with his niece, never dreaming how unwelcome he would be. Philip"s rudeness impressed him unpleasantly, but, then, the boy had never seen him before, and that was some excuse.
CHAPTER VII
AN UNWELCOME GUEST
"I don"t believe that old tramp"s my great-uncle," said Philip Ross to himself, but he felt uneasy, nevertheless.
It hurt his pride to think that he should have such a shabby relation, and he resolved to ascertain by inquiry from his mother whether there were any grounds for the old man"s claim.
He came into the house just after Uncle Obed had been shown upstairs by the servant, not to the spare room, but to a small, inconvenient bedroom on the third floor, next to the one occupied by the two servants.
"Mother," asked Philip, "is it really true?"
"Is what really true?"
"That that shabby old man is any relation of ours?"
"I don"t know with certainty," answered his mother. "He says he is, but I shouldn"t have known him."
"Did you have any uncle in Illinois?"
"Yes, I believe so," Mrs. Ross admitted, reluctantly.
"You always said you were of a high family," said Philip, reproachfully.
Mrs. Ross blushed, for she did not like to admit that her pretensions to both were baseless. She was not willing to admit it now, even to Philip.
"It is true," she replied, in some embarra.s.sment; "but there"s always a black sheep in every flock."
Poor Obed! To be called a black sheep--a hard-working, steady-going man as he had been all his life.
"But my mother"s brother, Obed, strange to say, was always rustic and uncouth, and so he was sent out to Illinois to be a farmer. We thought that the best place for him--that he would live and die there; but now, in the most vexatious manner in the world, he turns up here."
"He isn"t going to stay here, is he?" asked Philip, in dismay.
"No; we must get rid of him some way. I must say it was a very cool proceeding to come here without an invitation, expecting us to support him."
This was a gratuitous a.s.sumption on the part of Mrs. Ross.
"I suppose he"s very poor. He doesn"t look as if he had a cent. I presume he is dest.i.tute, and expects us to take care of him."
"You"d better send him packing, mother."
"I suppose we shall have to do something for him," said Mrs. Ross, in a tone of disgust. "I shall advise your father to buy a ticket for him, and send him back to Illinois."
"That"ll be the best way, mother. Start him off to-morrow, if you can."
"I won"t keep him long, you may be sure of that."
By this time Colonel Ross had reached home, and his wife communicated to him the unwelcome intelligence of Uncle Obed"s arrival, and advised him as to the course she thought best to pursue.
"Poor old man!" said the colonel, with more consideration than his wife or son possessed. "I suppose he felt solitary out there."
"That isn"t our lookout," said Mrs. Ross, impatiently. "It"s right enough to say poor old man. He looks as poor as poverty. He"ll be better off in Illinois."
"Perhaps you are right, but I wouldn"t like to send him off empty-handed. I"ll buy his ticket, and give him fifty dollars, so that he need not suffer."
"It seems to me that is too much. Twenty dollars, or ten, would be liberal."
The cold-hearted woman seemed to forget the years during which her uncle had virtually supported her.
"No, Lucinda; I shall give him fifty."
"You should think of your son, Colonel Ross," said his wife. "Don"t impoverish him by your foolish generosity."
Colonel Ross shrugged his shoulders.
"Philip will have all the money that will be good for him," he said.
"Very well; as you please. Only get him off as soon as you can. It is mortifying to me to have such a looking old man here claiming relationship to me."
"He is your uncle, Lucinda, and you must mention the plan to him."
"Very well."
It was a task which Mrs. Ross did not shrink from, for she had no fear of hurting the feelings of Uncle Obed, or, rather, she did not care whether he chose to feel hurt or not.
Uncle Obed was called down to supper, and took his seat at the handsome tea table, with its silver service. Colonel Ross, to his credit be it said, received his wife"s uncle much more cordially than his own niece had done, and caused Uncle Obed"s face to beam with pleasure.
"Railly, Lucinda," said Uncle Obed, as he looked over the table, "you have a very comfortable home, I declare."
"Yes, we try to have things comfortable around us," answered Mrs. Ross, coldly.
"Years ago, when you and your mother lived out in Illinoy, I didn"t think you"d come to live in a house like this."
"Yes, people live in an outlandish way out there," said Mrs. Ross.
"But they have happy homes. When Mary lived, I enjoyed life, though the old farmhouse seemed rough and plain, compared with your handsome home.
I"m glad to see my sister"s child living so well, with all the comforts that money can buy."
The old man"s tone was hearty, and there was a smile of genuine pleasure on his rugged face. He was forced to admit that his niece was not as cordial as he hoped, but, then, "Lucinda was always reserved and quiet-like," he said to himself, and so excused her.