"We should want him to go to school winters. He"s a pretty good scholar already. His father was a larned man, and used to teach him before he died. If he had lived, I reckon Herbert would certainly have gone to college."
"I"ll agree to send him to school in the winter for the next two years,"
said Holden, "and will give him board and clothes, and when he"s twenty- one a freedom suit, and a hundred dollars. Will that do?"
"I don"t know but that"s reasonable," said Captain Ross, slowly. "The boy"s a bit high-spirited, but if you manage him right, I guess you"ll like him."
"I"ll manage him!" thought Abner Holden. "Can I take him with me to- morrow?" he asked. "I don"t come this way very often."
"Well, I guess that can be arranged. We"ll go over to Dr. Kent"s after dinner, and see if they can get him ready."
"In the meantime," said Holden, afraid that the prize might slip through his fingers, "suppose we make out the papers. I suppose you have full authority in the matter."
Captain Ross had no objection, and thus poor Herbert was unconsciously delivered over to the tender mercies of a man who had very little love for him.
CHAPTER IV
A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISE
After his collision with the traveler, Herbert hurried on to the mill, intent upon making up for lost time. He was satisfied with having successfully maintained his rights; and, as he had no reason to suppose he should ever again see his unreasonable opponent, dismissed him from his thoughts.
On reaching the mill, he found he should have to remain an hour or two before he could have his grain ground. He was not sorry for this, as it would give him an opportunity to walk around the village.
"I wish," he thought, "I could get a place in one of the stores here.
There"s more going on than there is in Waverley, and I could go over Sundays to see Dr. Kent"s family."
On the spur of the moment, he resolved to inquire if some of the storekeepers did not require help. There was a large dry-goods store-- the largest in the village--kept by Beckford & Keyes. He entered and inquired for the senior partner.
"Mr. Beckford is not in," said the clerk. "Mr. Keyes is standing at that desk."
Herbert went up to the desk, and said inquiringly, "Mr. Keyes?"
"That is my name," said that gentleman, pleasantly. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I am in search of a place," said our hero, "and I thought you might have a vacancy here."
"We have none just at present," said Mr. Keyes, who was favorably impressed by Herbert"s appearance; "but it is possible we may have in a few weeks. Where do you live? Not in the village, I suppose?"
"No, sir," said Herbert, and a shadow pa.s.sed over his face, "My mother died three weeks since, and I am now stopping at the house of Dr. Kent."
"Dr. Kent--ah, yes, I know the doctor. He is an excellent man."
"He is," said Herbert, warmly. "He has been very kind to me."
"What is your name?"
"Herbert Mason."
"Then, Herbert, I will promise to bear you in mind. I will note down your name and address, and as soon as we have a vacancy I will write to you. Come into the store whenever you come this way."
"Thank you," said Herbert.
He left the store feeling quite encouraged. Even if the chance never amounted to anything, the kind words and manner of the storekeeper gave him courage to hope that he would meet with equal kindness from others.
Kind words cost nothing, but they have a marvelous power in lightening the burdens of the sorrowful and cheering the desponding.
Herbert left the store, feeling that he should consider himself truly fortunate if he could obtain a place in such an establishment. But there was a rough experience before him, of which at present he guessed nothing.
After sauntering about the village a little longer, and buying a stick of candy for little Mary Kent, the doctor"s only daughter, who was quite attached to Herbert, our hero got back to the mill in time to receive his bags of meal, with which he was soon on his way homeward.
About the place where he met Mr. Holden he was hailed by a man at work in the field--the same who had taken back that gentleman"s horse to the stable.
"Well, boy, you had a kind of scrimmage, didn"t you, coming over?"
"Did you see it?" asked Herbert.
"Yes," said the other, grinning. "I seed the other feller in the mud puddle. He was considerably riled about it."
"It was his own fault. I gave him half the road."
"I know it; but there"s some folks that want more than their share."
"Was his buggy broken? I don"t know but I ought to have stopped to help him, but he had been so unreasonable that I didn"t feel much like it."
"His wheel got broken. I drawed the buggy into the bushes. There "tis now. It"ll cost him a matter of ten dollars to fix it."
"I"m sorry for that," said Herbert; "but I can"t see that I was to blame in the matter. If I had turned out as he wanted me to, I should have tipped over, and, as the wagon didn"t belong to me, I didn"t think it right to risk it."
"Of course not. You wasn"t called on to give in to such unreasonableness."
"Where did the man go?"
"He concluded to walk on to Waverley, and hired me to take the horse back to the stable. He wanted to know who you were."
"Did he?"
"Maybe he"s goin" to sue you for damages."
"I don"t believe he"ll get much if he does," laughed our hero. "My property is where he can"t get hold of it."
"Ho! ho!" laughed the other, understanding the joke.
After this conversation Herbert continued on his way, and, after delivering the grain, took his way across the fields to his temporary home. He entered by the back yard. Little Mary came running out to meet him.
"Have oo come back, Herbert?" she said. "Where have oo been?"
"Been to buy Mary some candy," he said, lifting her up and kissing her.