Driven From Home. Chapter 19, 20, 21, 22, 23
CHAPTER XIX.
AN ARTFUL SCHEME.
“DOES this Mr. Stark intend to remain long in the village!” inquired the bookkeeper, in a tone of assumed indifference.
“He didn’t say anything on that point,” answered Leonard.
“He did not say what business brought him here, I presume?”
“No, he was hardly in condition to say much; he was pretty full,” said Leonard, with a laugh. “However, he wants me to call upon him to-morrow, and may tell me then.”
“He wants you to call upon him?”
“Yes, uncle.”
“Are you going?”
“Yes; why shouldn’t I?”
“I see no reason,” said Gibbon, hesitating. Then, after a pause he added: “If you see the way clear, find out what brings him to Milford.”
“Yes, uncle, I will.”
“Uncle Julius seems a good deal interested in this man, considering that he is a stranger,” thought the boy.
The bookkeeper was biting his nails, a habit he had when he was annoyed. “And, Leonard,” he added slowly, “don’t mention my name while you are speaking to Stark.”
“No, sir, I won’t, if you don’t want me to,” answered Leonard, his face betraying unmistakable curiosity. His uncle noted this, and explained hurriedly: “It is possible that he may be a man whom I once met under disagreeable circumstances, and I would prefer not to meet him again. Should he learn that I was living here, he would be sure to want to renew the acquaintance.”
“Yes, sir, I see. I don’t think he would want to borrow money, for he seems to be pretty well provided. I made a dollar out of him to-day, and that is one reason why I am willing to call on him again. I may strike him for another bill.”
“There is no objection to that, provided you don’t talk to him too freely. I don’t think he will want to stay long in Milford.”
“I wouldn’t if I had as much money as he probably has.”
“Do you often meet the new boy?”
“Carl Crawford?”
“Yes; I see him on the street quite often.”
“He lives with Mr. Jennings, I hear.”
“So he tells me.”
“It is rather strange. I didn’t suppose that Jennings would care to receive a boy in his house, or that tall grenadier of a housekeeper, either. I expect she rules the household.”
“She could tuck him under her arm and walk off with him,” said Leonard, laughing.
“The boy must be artful to have wormed his way into the favor of the strange pair. He seems to be a favorite.”
“Yes, uncle, I think he is. However, I like my position better than his.”
“He will learn his business from the beginning. I don’t know but it was a mistake for you to leave the factory.”
“I am not at all sorry for it, uncle.”
“Your position doesn’t amount to much.”
“I am paid just as well as I was when I was in the factory.”
“But you are learning nothing.”
“You are going to teach me bookkeeping.”
“Even that is not altogether a desirable business. A good bookkeeper can never expect to be in business for himself. He must be content with a salary all his life.”
“You have done pretty well, uncle.”
“But there is no chance of my becoming a rich man. I have to work hard for my money. And I haven’t been able to lay up much money yet. That reminds me? Leonard, I must impress upon you the fact that you have your own way to make. I have procured you a place, and I provide you a home—-”
“You take my wages,” said Leonard, bluntly.
“A part of them, but on the whole, you are not self-supporting. You must look ahead, Leonard, and consider the future. When you are a young man you will want to earn an adequate income.”
“Of course, I shall, uncle, but there is one other course.”
“What is that?”
“I may marry an heiress,” suggested Leonard, smiling.
The bookkeeper winced.
“I thought I was marrying an heiress when I married your aunt,” he said, “but within six months of our wedding day, her father made a bad failure, and actually had the assurance to ask me to give him a home under my roof.”