Part 12 (1/2)
”Miniatures?” came from all of Ben Ba.s.swood's listeners in a chorus.
”Do you mean those little paintings that are sometimes so valuable?”
continued Laura.
”That's it,” answered Ben. ”I don't know much about miniatures myself, but as soon as mother and I heard about this queer fortune of ours she asked the minister. You know he is quite interested in art, and he told her that most of these little miniatures, which are about the size of a silver dollar or a small saucer, are usually painted on ivory. Of course, some of them are not so valuable, but others, especially those painted by celebrated artists, are worth thousands of dollars.”
”And how many of these miniatures are there, Ben?” asked Roger, with increased curiosity.
”Father didn't know exactly, but said they would number at least fifty, and maybe seventy-five.”
”I suppose they are paintings of celebrated individuals--kings, queens, and like that?” was Dave's comment.
”No, these miniatures, so father stated, are made up almost entirely of the great fighters of the world--army and navy men, lieutenant-generals, admirals, and officers like that.”
”Well, where in the world did this Mr. Enos get money enough to buy such things?” asked Jessie, who had followed Laura into the room.
”That's the queer part of it,” answered the real-estate dealer's son.
”It seems, after Mr. Enos and my father gave up business and separated, Enos went South--first to Texas and then into Mexico. There he joined some men who were opening up a gold mine. These men struck it rich, and almost before he knew it Mr. Enos was worth quite a lot of money. He had never been very much of a business man--being wrapped up almost entirely in art--and so he did not know how to handle his money. He had always had a liking for miniatures, so my father stated, and he went in to gather this collection. He didn't want any kings or queens or noted society women, or anything like that, but he did want every miniature ever painted of an army or a navy fighter. Of course, my father doesn't know all the particulars yet, but he has learned that Mr. Enos put himself out a great deal to get hold of certain miniatures, hunting for them all over Europe and also in this country. He even went down to South America to get miniatures of some of their heroes, and also picked up several in Mexico, and one or two in Texas.”
”His hobby must certainly have had a strong hold on him,” was Dave's comment. ”But still, that sort of thing isn't unusual. I heard once of a postage-stamp collector who went all over the world collecting stamps, and finally gave up his last dollar for a rare stamp when he actually hadn't enough to eat. Of course, he was a monomaniac on the subject of stamp collecting.”
”Well, my father has an idea that Mr. Enos must have been a little queer over his miniature collecting,” returned Ben. ”But even so, the fact remains that he left his collection of miniatures behind him, and that they are now the property of my father.”
”And what is your father going to do with them?” questioned Roger.
”He doesn't know yet. You see, the settling of the estate is in a very mixed-up condition. He is going to stay in Chicago for a week or so, and then he'll probably bring the miniatures East with him and have some art expert place a valuation on them. After that I suppose he'll offer the miniatures for sale to art galleries and rich collectors.”
This was about all Ben could tell concerning the fortune left to his parent. The young folks talked the matter over for quite a while, and were presently joined by the older people, including Caspar Potts.
”Miniatures, eh?” said the genial old professor, beaming mildly on Ben. ”Very curious! Very curious indeed! But some of them are wonderful works of art, and bring very good prices. I remember, when a young man, attending a sale of art works, and a miniature of one of the English n.o.bility was knocked down for a very large sum, several thousand dollars if I remember rightly.”
”Well, it's very fine to get hold of a fortune, no matter in what shape it is,” observed Mr. Wadsworth. ”Just the same, Ben, I think your father would prefer to have it in good stocks and bonds,” and he smiled faintly.
”No doubt of that, sir,” was the prompt answer. ”But, as you say, miniatures are much better than nothing. In fact, I'd rather take a fortune in soft soap than not get it at all,” and at this remark there was a general laugh.
”Oh, my gracious, Ben! what would you do with a hundred thousand dollars' worth of soft soap?” queried Laura, slyly.
”Oh, I'd go around and smooth down all my friends and enemies with it,” the boy returned, and this caused another laugh.
Several more days pa.s.sed, and during that time Dave and Roger continued to devote themselves to their studies. Mr. Ramsdell, the old civil engineer, was on hand to tutor the two youths, and he declared that they were making satisfactory progress, and that he thought they would pa.s.s the coming examinations without much trouble.
”I wish I felt as confident about it as Mr. Ramsdell does,” observed our hero to his chum one day.
”The same here, Dave,” returned Roger. ”Every time I think of that examination I fairly shake in my shoes. Pa.s.sing at Oak Hall wasn't a patch to pa.s.sing as a civil engineer.”
There had been another fall of snow, and now sleighing was even better than before. Jessie and Laura went out in company with their uncle, and on their return both showed some excitement.
”Oh, Dave--Roger--what do you think!” cried Laura. ”I've got a letter from Belle Endicott, and she is coming on from Star Ranch to spend several weeks with me, and she is going to bring along one of her old school chums, Cora Dartmore. What do you think of that? Won't it be fine?”
”It certainly will be, Laura,” answered her brother. ”When do you expect them to arrive?”