”Very well; get a sheet of note-paper, and write at my direction.“
Phil took a sheet of note-paper from his father’s desk, and sat down to comply with Mrs. Brent’s request.
She dictated as follows:
”I leave home at my own wish, but with the consent of Mrs. Brent, to seek my fortune. It is wholly my own idea, and I hold no one else responsible. ”PHILIP BRENT.“
”You may as well keep the name of Brent,“ said his step-mother, as you have no other that you know of.“
Phil winced at those cold words. It was not pleasant to reflect that this was so, and that he was wholly ignorant of his parentage.
”One thing more,“ said Mrs. Brent. ”It is only eight o’clock. I should like to have you go out and call upon some of those with whom you are most intimate, and tell them that you are leaving home voluntarily.“
”I will,“ answered Phil.
”Perhaps you would prefer to do so to-morrow.“
”No; I am going away to-morrow morning.“
”Very well.“
”Going away to-morrow morning?“ repeated Jonas, who entered the room at that moment.
Phil’s plan was briefly disclosed.
”Then give me your skates,“ said Jonas.
”I can’t. I’ve given them to Tommy Kavanagh.“
”That’s mean. You might have thought of me first,“ grumbled Jonas.
”I don’t know why. Tommy Kavanagh is my friend and you are not.“
”Anyway, you can let me have your boat and gun.“
”I have sold them.“
”That’s too bad.“
”I don’t know why you should expect them. I needed the money they brought me to pay my expenses till I get work.“
”I will pay your expenses to New York if you wish,“ said Mrs. Brent.
”Thank you; but I shall have money enough,“ answered Phil, who shrank from receiving any favor at the hands of Mrs. Brent.
”As you please, but you will do me the justice to remember that I offered it.“
”Thank you. I shall not forget it.“
”That evening, just before going to bed, Mrs. Brent opened a trunk and drew from it a folded paper.
She read as follows–for it was her husband’s will:
”To the boy generally known as Philip Brent, and supposed, though incorrectly, to be my son, I bequeath the sum of five thousand dollars, and direct the same to be paid over to any one whom he may select as guardian, to hold in trust for him till he attains the age of twenty-one.“
”He need never know of this,“ said Mrs. Brent to herself in a low tone. ”I will save it for Jonas.“
She held the paper a moment, as if undecided whether to destroy it, but finally put it carefully back in the secret hiding-place from which she had taken it.
”He is leaving home of his own accord,“ she whispered. ”Henceforth he will probably keep away. That suits me well. but no one can say I drove him to it.“
CHAPTER IV.
MR. LIONEL LAKE.
SIX MONTHS before it might have cost Philip a pang to leave home. Then his father was living, and from him the boy had never received aught but kindness. Even his step-mother, though she secretly disliked him, did not venture to show it, and secure in the affections of his supposed father, he did not trouble himself as to whether Mrs. Brent liked him or not. As for Jonas, he was cautioned by his mother not to get himself into trouble by treating Phil badly, and the boy, who knew on which side his interests lay, faithfully obeyed. It was only after the death of Mr. Brent that both Jonas and his mother changed their course, and thought it safe to snub Philip.
Planktown was seventy-five miles distant from New York, and the fare was two dollars and a quarter.
This was rather a large sum to pay, considering Phil’s scanty fund, but he wished to get to the great city as soon as possible, and he decided that it would be actually cheaper to ride than to walk, considering that he would have to buy his meals on the way.
He took his seat in the cars, placing a valise full of underclothes on the seat next him. The train was not very full, and the seat beside him did not appear to be required.