Part 31 (2/2)

”I thought he seemed kind of sharp,” said Joe, coloring a little at the colonel's implied charge that he had been taken in.

”He is sharp,” admitted the colonel, ”but that's all there is to him. He can wiggle and squirm like a snake; but he's got no dignity, and no learnin', and what he don't know about law would make a book bigger than the biggest dictionary you ever saw.”

”Land's sake!” said Mrs. Newbolt, lifting up her hands despairingly.

”Oh, I guess he'll do, Colonel Price,” said Joe.

”My advice would be to turn him out and put somebody else in his place, one of the old, respectable heads of the profession here, like Judge Burns.”

”I wouldn't like to do that, colonel,” said Joe.

”Well, we'll see how he behaves,” the colonel yielded, seeing that Joe felt in honor bound to Hammer, now that he had engaged him. ”We can put somebody else in if he goes to cuttin' up too many didoes and capers.”

Joe agreed that they could, and gave his mother a great deal of comfort and a.s.surance by his cheerful way of facing what lay ahead of him. He told her not to worry on his account, and not to come too often and wear herself out in the long walk.

”Look after the chickens and things, Mother,” said he, ”and I'll be out of here in two weeks to help you along. There's ten dollars coming to you from Isom's; you collect that and buy yourself some things.”

He told her of the order that he had given Hammer for the retaining fee, and asked her to take it up.

”I'll make it up to you, Mother, when I get this thing settled and can go to work again,” said he.

Tears came into her eyes, but no trace of emotion was to be marked by any change in her immobile face.

”Lord bless you, son, it all belongs to you!” she said.

”Do you care about reading?” the colonel inquired, scarcely supposing that he did, considering the chances which had been his for development in that way.

Mrs. Newbolt answered for Joe, who was slow and deliberative of speech, and always stopped to weigh his answer to a question, no matter how obvious the reply must be.

”Oh, Colonel Price, if you could see him!” said she proudly. ”Before he was ten years old he'd read the _Cottage Encyclopedy_ and the _Imitation_ and the Bible--from back to back!”

”Well, I'm glad to hear you're of a studious mind,” said the colonel.

As often as Joe had heard his mother boast of his achievements with those three notable books, he had not yet grown hardened to it. It always gave him a feeling of foolishness, and drowned him in blushes.

Now it required some time for him to disentangle himself, but presently he looked at the colonel with a queer smile, as he said:

”Mother always tells that on me.”

”It's nothing to be ashamed of,” comforted the colonel, marking his confusion.

”And all the books he's borrowed since then!” said she, conveying a sense of magnitude by the stress of her expression. ”He strained his eyes so when he was seventeen readin' Shuckspur's writings that the teacher let him have I thought he'd have to put on specs.”

”My daughter and I have a considerable number of books,” said the colonel, beginning to feel about for a bit more elegance in his method of expression, as a thing due from one man of culture to another, ”and if you will express your desires I'm sure we shall be glad to supply you if the scope of our library permits.”

Joe thanked him for the offer, that strange little smile coming over his face again.

”It wouldn't take much of a library, Colonel Price, to have a great many books in it that I've never read,” said he. ”I haven't been easy enough in my mind since this thing came up to think about reading--I've got a book in my pocket that I'd forgotten all about until you mentioned books.” He lifted the skirt of his short coat, his pocket bulging from the volume wedged into it. ”I'll have a job getting it out, too,” said he.

”It don't seem to be a very heavy volume,” smiled the colonel. ”What work is it?”

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