Herbert Carters Legacy | Page 6

possibility that Herbert would turn out a legatee.
"When is your uncle's funeral?" he inquired, after a pause.
"This afternoon."
"You won't get there in time. You had better get up and ride."
"No, I guess not."
"Well, perhaps I shall meet you at Randolph."
By this time the harness was repaired, the driver resumed his seat, and
whipped up the horses to make up for lost time.
"I'm glad I don't think as much of money as James Leech," thought
Herbert. "I suppose if my uncle would only leave us a good round sum,
he would forget that I once wore patched pants, and accept me as his
intimate friend."
This was exactly what James would have done, and Herbert showed

that he was not wholly without knowledge of the world in forming the
conjecture.
Pausing occasionally to rest, Herbert at length accomplished his
journey, arriving at Randolph a little after noon. He stopped just
outside the village and ate his frugal dinner, which by this time he was
prepared to relish. He then took off his jacket and beat the dust out of it,
dusted his shoes, and washed his face in a little brook by the roadside.
Having thus effaced the marks of travel, he entered the village and
inquired the way to the residence of his late uncle. He found out where
it was, but did not go there yet, knowing that there would be
preparations going on for the funeral. Neither did he go to the tavern,
for he knew that he would be expected to dine there, and this was an
expense which he did not feel able to incur. He threw himself down in
the shade of a tree, and remained there until after he heard the church
clock strike two. He was still lying there when a young man, smartly
dressed, sporting a showy watch chain and locket and an immense
necktie, came up the street and accosted him.
"I say, boy, can you tell me where old man Carter's house is?"
"Yes," said Herbert. "Do you want to go there?"
"Of course I do. I'm one of the relatives. I've come all the way from
New York to attend the funeral."
"I'm one of the relations, too," said Herbert. "We'll go along together."
"By Jove, that's strange! How are you related to the old chap?" drawled
the young man.
"He was my mother's uncle."
"Was he? Well, I'm a second or third cousin, I don't know which. Never
saw him to my knowledge. In fact, I wouldn't have come on to the
funeral if I hadn't heard that he was rich. Expect to be remembered?"
"I don't think so. He hasn't taken any notice of mother or myself for

years."
"Indeed!" said the young man, who was rather pleased to hear this
intelligence. "Are there many relations, do you know?"
"I don't think there are."
"That's good. It makes our chance better, you know. I say, what's your
name?"
"Herbert Carter."
"Same as the old man's?"
"Yes."
"Did he know you was named for him?"
"Of course."
"Then he may leave you something for the name," suggested the other,
not very well pleased.
"I don't expect anything. What is your name?"
"Cornelius Dixon. I'm related to the old man on my mother's side."
"Are you in business in New York?" asked Herbert, who, in spite of the
queer manners of his new relative, felt considerable respect for one
who hailed from so important a city.
"Yes, I'm a salesman in a New York store. Where do you live?"
"In Wrayburn."
"Where's that?"
"About twenty miles from here."

"Some one-horse country town, I suppose. Are you in any business?"
"No," said Herbert, "but I'd like to be. Do you think you could get me a
place in New York?"
"Well," said Cornelius, flattered by the belief in his influence which
this inquiry implied, "perhaps I might. You can give me your name and
address, so I can write to you if I hear of anything. If the old man only
leaves me a few thousand dollars, I'll go into business for myself, and
then I'd have an opening for you."
"I hope he will, then."
"So do I. That is where we both agree. But perhaps it will be you that
will get the cash."
"I don't think so."
"If you do, put it into my hands, and go into partnership with me. I've
got business experience, you know; while you're green, countrified, you
know. It would never do for you to start alone."
"No, I shouldn't think of it."
"Then it's agreed, is it?" said Cornelius. "If I get a legacy, I'll take you
into my store. If you get it, you will go into partnership with me."
"I'm willing," said Herbert, who really