Herbert Carters Legacy | Page 9

the town money for a school."
"No doubt you think he was sane," sneered Mrs. Pinkerton, turning
upon the old lady. "You have fared better than any of us."
"Miss Nancy was most nearly related to the deceased," said the lawyer,
"and she needed help most."
"It's all very well to talk," said the lady, tossing her head, "but me and

mine have been badly used. I have hard work enough to support the
family, and little help I get from him," she added, pointing to her
unhappy husband.
"I'm workin' all the time," remonstrated Josiah. "You are unkind,
Maria."
"I could hire a boy to do all your work for three dollars a week," she
retorted. "That's all you help me. I've worried along for years, expectin'
Mr. Carter would do something handsome for us; and now he's put us
off with four hundred dollars."
"I get only one hundred," said the farmer.
"And I, too. It's a beastly shame," remarked Cornelius.
"Really," said the lawyer, "it appears to me unseemly to speak so
bitterly so soon after the funeral."
"I dare say you like it well enough," said Mrs. Pinkerton, sharply.
"You've got all our money to build a schoolhouse."
"It will not benefit me any more than the townspeople generally," said
the lawyer. "For my part, I should have been glad if my late friend had
left a larger sum to those connected with him by blood."
"Don't you think we could break the will?" asked Mrs. Pinkerton,
persuasively. "Couldn't you help us?"
"You can attempt it, but I assure you in advance you haven't the ghost
of a chance. You would only lose your money, for the town would
strenuously oppose you."
The stout lady's face fell. She felt that the last hope was gone.
"All I can say is, that it's a scandalous thing," she concluded, bitterly.
"I should like to know what's in that trunk he left you," said Cornelius
Dixon, turning to Herbert. "Maybe it's money or bonds. If it is, don't

forget our agreement."
This drew attention to Herbert.
"To be sure," said Mrs. Pinkerton, whose curiosity was aroused, "Mr.
Dixon may be right. Suppose we all go over to the house and open it."
Herbert looked irresolutely toward the lawyer.
"There is no objection, I suppose," said Mr. Spencer.
"I know what's in the trunk," said Miss Nancy.
Straightway all eyes were turned upon her.
"What is it?"
"It's clothes. My brother used to keep his clothes in that trunk."
Cornelius Dixon burst into a rude laugh.
"I say, Herbert, I congratulate you," he said, with a chuckle. "The old
fellow's left you his wardrobe. You'll look like a peacock when you put
'em on. If you ever come to New York to see me, leave 'em at home. I
wouldn't like to walk up Broadway with such a gawk as you'd look."
"Young man," said Miss Nancy, her voice tremulous, "it don't look well
in you to ridicule my poor departed brother. He didn't forget you."
"He might as well," muttered Cornelius.
"I hope you won't laugh at my brother's gift," said the old lady, turning
to Herbert.
"No, ma'am," said Herbert, respectfully. "I am glad to get it. I can't
afford to buy new clothes often, and they can be made over for me."
"You wouldn't catch me wearing such old-fashioned duds," said
Cornelius, scornfully.

"No one asked you to, young man," said the old lady, disturbed at the
manner in which her brother was spoken of. "The boy's worth a dozen
of you."
"Thank you," said Cornelius, bowing with mock respect. "I should like
to ask," he continued, turning to the lawyer, "when I can get my legacy.
It isn't much, but I might as well take it."
"As the amount is small, I will send you a check next week," said Mr.
Spencer, "if you will leave me your address."
"And can I have my money, too?" demanded Mrs. Pinkerton. "It's a
miserable pittance, but I owe it to my poor children to take it."
"I will send your husband a check also, next week, madam."
"You needn't send it to him. You may send it to me," said the lady.
"Part of it is mine," expostulated the husband, in meek deprecation.
"I can give you your part," said his wife. "Mr. Spencer, you may make
the check payable to me."
"But, Maria---"
"Be silent, Josiah! Don't make a fool of yourself," said his wife, in an
imperious tone.
The poor man was fain to be silent, but the lawyer was indignant, and
said: "Mr. Pinkerton, I will certainly not pay your legacy, nor your
children's, to anyone but yourself. I will send Mrs. Pinkerton a check
for her own share--one hundred dollars--since she desires it."
"I insist upon your