The Raid from Beausejour; and How the Carter Boys Lifted the Mortgage - LightNovelsOnl.com
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"O," said Will, "I think the old fellow is grateful; and I think he's mighty ashamed of what he got Hutchings to do to our dike that time.
I shouldn't wonder if he'd offer us more time, and withdraw proceedings against us!"
"I should _think_ so!" exclaimed Mrs. Carter, indignantly. "He could hardly have the face to sell us out now! But I don't wish to be under any obligation to him, that's certain. When the new marsh is sold we can be entirely independent of him!"
"Yes, muz, that's so," said Will, "but _do_ let _me_ arrange with him! You say you wanted to deed that new marsh to Ted and me! Now I make a request of you. Don't talk business at all with Mr. Hand till I've had a talk with him myself. I promise you I'll consider your wishes in the matter!"
"Well, since you wish it so much, it shall be as you say!" said Mrs. Carter, rather unwillingly, at length.
"And also, muz," continued Will, removing the big, wet sponge from his eyes to make the more potent appeal; "_if_ Mr. Hand should come to see me when I'm out, _do_ promise to be nice to him!"
Mrs. Carter made no reply.
"Ted wishes it as much as I do, don't you, Ted?" added Will.
"You're just right," responded Ted, fervently. "So much depends on little things just now!"
Still Mrs. Carter kept silence. Mr. Hand was her most cordial detestation.
"And you know, muz," went on Will, coaxingly, "you can be _so_ fetching when you want to be, and when you want to be otherwise, well" (and here Will chuckled). "I don't exactly wonder that old Hand doesn't love you much. But no one can smooth him down like you, if you only will. Do it, muz, just for us boys! All you'll have to do will be just smile on him, and talk about the weather!"
"O, you dreadful flatterer," laughed Mrs. Carter. "Do you think it's right to try and soft soap your mother this way? Well, I'll promise to be polite and nice to Mr. Hand if he should call! Will that do?"
"Thank you, muz!" said both the boys together.
The copious use of hot water and arnica soon brought Will's face into something like shape, and work on the dike was not greatly hindered.
In less than three days more the gap was closed, and the tides finally shut out from the new marsh. The expanse of reddish-brown mud, dotted with pools of muddy water and patches of yellow-green salt gra.s.s, was not exactly fair to look upon; but the boys' hearts swelled with triumph as they surveyed it, leaning on their victorious spades. There was yet the dike front to be faced, and much ditching to be done besides, ere the land would become productive.
"But it's good for a hundred and fifty an acre, just as it stands,"
declared Will, his voice trembling a little with exultation.
"Lay it there, old man!" exclaimed Ted, holding out his hand. And the two boys clasped hands in a grip that was full of love and trust, and a pledge of mutual support all through the future.
"Now," said Will, "in a day or two I'd better go and see Mr. Germain and get his advice as to the best way of selling."
"That's a good plan," answered Ted "You take mother with you, she'll enjoy the drive. And I'll stay and look after things."
"As for old Hand," went on Will, "I shouldn't wonder a bit if he would offer to knock off that two hundred and fifteen dollars arrears of interest!"
"Perhaps," said Ted. "It would be decent of him."
That afternoon, as the Carters were sitting down to tea, Jim Hutchings arrived with a note from Mr. Hand. The man looked very uncomfortable as Ted came to the kitchen door. He said he would wait for an answer; but he surlily refused to come in.
Mr. Hand's note was to Will, asking if he would be at home that evening.
Will answered that he would, and would be glad to see Mr. Hand.
About eight o'clock Mr. Hand appeared, and was ushered by Ted into the sitting room where Will and his mother were talking over the matter of the new marsh. Mrs. Carter greeted Mr. Hand quite graciously, as Will brought forward a chair. Then she started to leave the room.
But Mr. Hand, flattered by her politeness, begged her to remain.
"I thought," said Mrs. Carter, "that if you had business with my son Will, Ted and I might perhaps be in your way!" and returning to her chair she took up a piece of sewing. Ted hovered over her, too anxious and excited to sit down.
"Yes," said Mr. Hand, "my business is entirely with William; but I should be glad to hear that you approve of it."
Mr. Hand had rather dreaded the possible att.i.tude of Mrs. Carter. It had been his intention not to let the warm regard he felt for Will interfere with the stiffness of his demeanor to Will's mother. But Mrs. Carter's affability had flattered him in spite of himself. At the same time, he glowed with the consciousness that he was going to perform an act of really distinguished generosity. He was, by second nature, just what he got the credit of being, hard, unscrupulous, avaricious. But his unselfish devotion to his little grandson was gradually opening up a warm and wholesome spot in his heart, where flourished anew the capabilities for good which had not been lacking to him in his youth.
As he gazed about the cozy room, and felt his presence not distasteful, he began to feel very much at ease. The luxury of benefaction was a new one to him, and he wondered at the keenness of its flavor. He began to forget what he had intended to say.
"And how is Toddles, Mr. Hand?" inquired Will, presently.
"None the worse, none the worse at all," said Mr. Hand, recalling himself. "He said he wanted to come and see you, William. He was anxious to give you a kiss; and he's got a lot of pebbles and his favorite jackknife stowed away in a little box, to give you when he sees you!" And Mr. Hand laughed genially. He was prepared to talk all night on the subject of Toddles.
"And what has become of that ruffian Baizley?" asked Mrs. Carter.
"I never could have imagined anyone being such a fiend as to treat an innocent baby that way. I hope you have had him arrested."
"He got away. He left on a s.h.i.+p that night," replied Mr. Hand. "But, madam, you should be very proud of your son William."
"I am," laughed Mrs. Carter. "I am very proud of both my sons."
"But William, if you will allow me to say so, is a very unusual young man," persisted Mr. Hand. "Edward, of course, is younger, and I don't know him so well. But I never saw anything like the courage with which William attacked that ferocious Baizley, who must have been twice his weight. And the way he handled him, too! It was truly wonderful, madam.
Baizley was just nowhere. I never could have believed it if I had'nt seen it with my own eyes!"
"Now, Mr. Hand, you'll make me vain, if you don't stop," laughed Will.
"You wouldn't think Baizley was just nowhere if you could have seen Will's face when he came home that morning," interrupted Ted.
But Mr. Hand was now on the track he had laid down for himself, and would not be switched off.
"And, moreover," he continued, "you are a judicious young man, William, and you seem to have an excellent head for business. I admire good business abilities. In fact, I may say that for a long time I have felt well disposed toward you. Now, however, allow me to say that I feel the very highest esteem and regard for you; and as a little mark of my grat.i.tude, and in the name of my grandson, I beg that you will accept what is enclosed in this envelope."
He drew from his pocket a long, official-looking envelope, and handed it to Will with a ceremonious bow.
Will hardly knew what to say. He could not guess what was in it, and all he could do was to stammer a few confused words of thanks. The envelope had a very important look, and he was both impressed and mystified.
Ted could not repress his eager curiosity, and came around to Will's side. Even Mrs. Carter was intensely interested, and forgot to refrain from showing it. Mr. Hand looked on with a swelling sense of benevolence.
He had antic.i.p.ated no such delightful sensations.
With his pocketknife Will opened the envelope very carefully along the end. With nervous fingers he drew out a legal doc.u.ment, with red seals and several smaller doc.u.ments attached.
For a moment the legal verbiage of the instruments bewildered him.
Then he exclaimed:
"Why, it's the mortgage! I don't exactly understand! O, Mr. Hand, this is _too_ good of you. You relinquish the mortgage, the whole debt, for nothing. That is _too_ generous, really!"
Mrs. Carter was a little overwhelmed. She rose to try and mingle thanks and protestations, but Mr. Hand cut her short.
"O no, William," he explained, "you have not read all the papers! You will see that I have not released the mortgage at all. I have made it over to another person, to _you_, that's all. This farm is still under mortgage, but you, William, are now the mortgagee. I have nothing more to do with the matter at all. The claim is all yours, with some two hundred and fifteen dollars arrears of interest, which you must collect for yourself the best way you can. But if I may, I would like to intercede for your good mother now, and beg you not to be too severe!"
Mr. Hand chuckled, as he gazed on the mystified faces about him. Then Will sprang forward and grasped his hand. He could not find words to express his grat.i.tude. They simply would not come.