Part 46 (1/2)
THE CUP AND THE LIP.
Affairs in Millville had gone on much as usual. Mrs. Rushton had not yet exhausted the supply of money left by Robert in the hands of his friend the lawyer. Her expenses were small, and were eked out by her earnings; for she continued to braid straw, and was able in this way to earn two dollars a week. Indeed, she made it a point to be as economical as possible, for she thought it likely Robert would spend all his money, and return penniless. She had received no letter from him since the one announcing his being about to sail for Calcutta, and this made her naturally anxious. But Mr. Paine a.s.sured her that letters were likely to be irregular, and there was no ground for alarm. So she waited with what patience she could till Robert should return, hoping that by some strange chance he might succeed in his quest, and bring his father back with him.
Meanwhile, fortune had improved with Mr. Davis, the superintendent of the factory. He had lost largely by speculation, but had blundered at last into the purchase of a stock in which some interested parties had effected a corner. It went up rapidly, and on the morning when we introduce him again to the reader he was in high good spirits, having just received intelligence from his broker that he had cleared seven thousand dollars by selling at the top of the market.
”Another cup of coffee, Mrs. Davis,” he said, pa.s.sing his cup across the table.
Seeing that his father appeared in good humor, Halbert ventured to prefer a request, which, however, he had little hope of having granted.
”Have you seen Will Paine's pony?” he said, paving the way for the request.
”Yes,” said his father; ”I saw him on it yesterday.”
”It's a regular beauty--I wish I had one.”
”How much did it cost?”
”Two hundred dollars.”
”That is rather a high price.”
”But it will increase in value every year. I wish you would buy me one, father.”
”I think I will,” said the superintendent, helping himself to a fresh slice of toast.
”Do you mean it?” asked Halbert, in the utmost astonishment.
”Certainly I do. I can afford you a pony as well as Mr. Paine can afford to buy William one.”
”Thank you!” said Halbert, his selfish nature more nearly affected by grat.i.tude than ever before. ”You are very kind. When will you see about it?”
”I am busy. You may go yourself and ask Mr. Paine where he got William's pony, and if he knows of any other equally good.”
”That I will,” said Halbert, leaving the table in haste.
”Halbert, you have eaten scarcely anything,” said his mother.
”I am not hungry,” said the excited boy, seizing his hat, and das.h.i.+ng off in the direction of Mr. Paine's office.
”By the way, Mrs. Davis,” said the husband, ”I think you mentioned last week that the parlor needed a new carpet.”
”So it does. The old one is looking very shabby.”
”How much will a new one cost?”
”I can get a nice Brussels for a hundred dollars.”
”Well, you may order one.”
It was the wife's turn to be astonished, for on broaching the subject the week previous, her husband had given her a lecture on extravagance, and absolutely refused to consider her request. This was before the tidings of his good fortune. She was not slow to accept the present concession, and a.s.sumed an unusually affectionate manner, in the excess of her delight.