"Why couldn't she stay as governess to Florence?"
"According to her father's will Florence is to pass the next four yearsin the family of his sister, and she--that's her aunt--has a governessfor her own children that'll do for Florence, too. So there wasn't noneed of Miss Thorne staying here any longer. Your father asked her tostay a while, till she could find another place. It's my belief shedidn't try, being bent on staying here as the mistress. At any rate, shetold your father she couldn't get a place, and he offered her the oneshe wanted, that of his wife."
"How do you like her, Margaret?" asked Jasper, thoughtfully.
"Me like her! That's what I never did. She's like a cat--soft-spokenenough when she has her own way, but she's got claws, and you may dependshe'll show 'em. I hope she won't do anything to harm you, MasterJasper."
"Me!" said Jasper, with the bold confidence of a boy, laughing at thethought. "What can Mrs. Kent--a woman--do to injure me? I'll risk that,Margaret. It's of my father I'm thinking. Will she treat him well?"
"I think she will, for it's her object to, Master Jasper. She's marriedhim for money, you know."
"I don't mind her benefiting by my father's property, if she will makehim comfortable during his life."
"I think she will; she's too sly, and knows her own interest too wellnot to."
"I'm glad you think that, Margaret. I shall feel better about it."
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"Then you don't think you can stay, Jasper?" said Mrs. Kent, softly,when he announced his determination.
"No, madam, I think I ought to be getting back to school."
"Perhaps you are right. We shall miss you."
"Yes, Jasper, we shall miss you," said his father.
"I will write you often, father. If you are not feeling well at anytime, write and let me know."
"I will do so, Jasper," said his step-mother, promptly; "but I shallhave better news to write. Your father shall have the best of care."
"Thank you, madam. If you can contribute to his comfort, you will placeme under obligations to you."
"As a wife, it will be my duty as well as my pleasure to do so," saidMrs. Kent.
Jasper bowed. The suggestion of the relationship always fellunpleasantly on his ears.
The carriage came round to take Jasper to the depot. His father andstep-mother looked out of the front windows, and saw him off.
"He is a noble, warm-hearted boy," said his father, warmly.
"Yes," said Mrs. Kent, assenting, because it was expected.
"Manly and high-spirited, too!" added his father, in a tone full ofaffectionate admiration.
"I'd like to break his spirit!" thought Mrs. Kent, spitefully. "Sometime I may have the chance." Of course she didn't venture to say this.She only inquired, "Were you like him at his age, Mr. Kent?"
Mr. Kent smiled.
"I won't flatter myself so far," he answered. "Jasper is an improvementon the parent stock. I see in him more manliness and self-reliance thanI possessed at his age."
"May it not be parental partiality?" asked Mrs. Kent, who by no meansenjoyed hearing Jasper's praises.
"No, I don't think so."
"You must let me believe that it is your modesty then. Jasper may be afine boy, but he will do well if he grows up as good a man as you."
"Now you flatter me, my dear," said Mr. Kent, smiling. "You have toogood an opinion of me."
"I don't know about that," said Mrs. Kent to herself. "I think you arean addle-headed old fool, but I won't say so."
Aloud she said, with a smile: "My marrying you is a proof of my goodopinion, Mr. Kent."
"Thank you," said her husband, politely.
He was not a suspicious man--far from it--but even he knew that his wifeonly married him for a home and an establishment. But he never let hismind dwell on such things, and he quietly permitted his wife's assertionto go uncontradicted.
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Meanwhile Jasper Kent had returned to his boarding-school. There was onewho awaited his return with mingled curiosity and exultation.
This was Nicholas Thorne.
He had received his mother's letter, from which he learned, first, thather plan had succeeded, and she was now the wife of a rich man, and,secondly, that his own relationship to her must be changed in the eyesof the world.
"I suppose mother knows what is best," he said to himself. "So I'm to beher nephew, am I? Well, it's all one to me, as long as I fare the betterfor her good fortune."
For the moment it occurred to him that his mother might intend to throwhim off--in a measure--but he quickly laid it aside. Bad as his motherwas, she was yet devoted to him, and in so far was superior to him, forhe cared for himself first and for no one second. The thought originatedin his own base selfishness, and was laid aside only because he hadreceived too many proof's of his mother's affection to doubt her.
When he heard that Jasper had got back he took pains to meet him.
"Well, Kent," he said, with a show of intimacy which Jasper found verydisagreeable, "what news from home?"
Jasper was about to reply abruptly, when it occurred to him that, afterall, Nicholas had an interest in the matter.
"I suppose you mean to ask if your mother is well?" he said, eyeingJasper keenly.
But Nicholas was on his guard. His mother's letter had cautioned him.
"No, I don't," he answered, impudently. "She is your mother, not mine."
"My mother!" exclaimed Jasper, coloring.
"Yes, she's your father's wife, isn't she?" said Thorne, with a leer.
"Yes, but I acknowledge no such relationship as you suggest."
"She's your step-mother, whatever you say."
"I shall never call her so. You told me before I went that she was yourmother."
"I have always called her so, because I have known no other," saidThorne, composedly. "She is really my aunt."
"It must be true, then," thought Jasper. "However, it is of littleimportance to me what the relationship may be."
"I suppose this match makes us relations," said Thorne, smilingdisagreeably.
"I don't see that it does," said Jasper, coldly.
"You'd rather it wouldn't, I suppose," sneered Thorne, provoked.
"I don't know you well enough to desire so close a connection," saidJasper, in the same cold tone.
"We shall know each other well enough some time," said Thorne, withsomething of menace in his tone.
Jasper turned on his heel and walked away.
CHAPTER VIII.
SUDDEN DEATH.
Two months later there was a vacation for a week. Nicholas expected tospend this with his mother, but for some reason Mrs. Kent gave him noinvitation. Probably she thought that Nicholas, though a paragon in hereyes, was not likely to win favor in the eyes of Mr. Kent. His rough,brutal disposition would have repelled the sick man, who had becomegentle in his enforced seclusion.
Thorne was disappointed, but his disappointment was softened by a timelyremittance of ten dollars from his mother, which he spent partly insurreptitious games of billiards, partly in overloading his stomach withpastry and nearly making himself sick.
Jasper spent the week at home. His company was the source of greatcomfort and joy to his father, and this repaid him for the intrusion ofhis step-mother.
She treated him with politeness and apparent cordiality, but once ortwice, when he chanced to look up unexpectedly, he detected her eyesfixed upon him with a glance that seemed to express detestation. Onthese occasions her expression changed instantly, and she addressed himin a soft, friendly voice.
All this puzzled him.
"Does she hate me or not?" he asked himself. "I certainly don't likeher. Still, I shall force myself to treat her politely as long as shetreats my father well."
His father seldom spoke of his wife to his son, but sometimes Jaspernoticed that he breathed a sigh of relief when she left the room, as
ifher presence had been a restraint upon him.
He didn't like to ask his father any question directly as to therelations between them. He hoped that at least they did not add to hisfather's discomfort.
At the end of the week Jasper was about to return to school.
"How long before you have another vacation, Jasper?" asked his father,wistfully.
"Eleven weeks, father."
"It seems a long time, Jasper."
"I can come home during that time."
"To my mind such interruptions of study are bad for a boy," said Mrs.Kent.
"Perhaps they are," assented Mr. Kent, reluctantly.
"I won't let them be an interruption, father," said Jasper. "If you wantme to come home, I will."
"I hope, Jasper, you will understand my motive for speaking," said Mrs.Kent, softly. "I should really be glad to see you, but sometimes we haveto sacrifice our own inclinations--don't we, Mr. Kent?"
"Yes, my dear," said Mr. Kent, listlessly.
And he turned his eyes once more to Jasper, who had his overcoat on andwas waiting for the carriage to convey him to the depot.
"Do you feel as well as usual, father?" asked Jasper, anxiously.
"Yes, I don't know but I do; perhaps a little more languid, but that isnot unusual."
"Well, good-bye, father. If you want to see me at any time, write aline, and I'll come at once."
"Thank you, my dear boy. Don't overwork yourself at school."
There was a slight smile on Mrs. Kent's thin lips. Jasper noticed andmentally resented it. But the time had come for leave-taking, and hehurried away.
Six weeks passed. Jasper heard from home that his father was about thesame, and this assurance relieved him of anxiety. Still, he made up hismind that he would spend the next Sunday at home. He would go onSaturday morning and come back on Monday morning, and he knew that hisfather would enjoy even this brief visit. But he was destined to go homequicker.
On Thursday afternoon a boy came up to the main entrance of Dr. Benton'sschool.
"It's the boy from the telegraph office," said Wilder to Jasper.
"I wonder whether he's got a message for the doctor or one of us boys?"said Jasper, not suspecting that it was for himself.
"I'll ask," said Wilder. "Here, you, boy! who's your telegram for?"
"For Jasper Kent," said the boy. "Will you call him?"
"I am he," said Jasper, hurrying forward, with pale face and beatingheart, for a telegram always inspires fear.
"Then here it is. Just sign the book," said the boy.
Jasper scrawled his name hurriedly and tore open the envelope.
These were the brief words of the dispatch:
"Come home, for the Lord's sake, Master Jasper. Your father's dying.
"Margaret Bower."
The paper swam before Jasper's eyes.
"What is it, Jasper--bad news?" asked Wilder; but Jasper did not wait toanswer. He rushed to Dr. Benton's office, got his permission to go home,packed his valise, and in five minutes was on his way to the depot.
He was just in time for the afternoon train. At seven o'clock in theevening he entered the avenue that led to his father's house. Throwingopen the front door, he met Margaret in the hall.
"I'm glad you're here, Master Jasper," said the faithful handmaiden,heartily.
"Is it too late?"
"I hope not; indeed, I hope not."
Jasper waited for no more, but rushed up stairs and into his father'sroom.
There were two persons there--the step-mother and a man of thirty, withblack whiskers and sallow complexion, with whom she was talkingearnestly. They, started when Jasper entered, and looked discouraged.Mrs. Kent looked displeased and annoyed.
"How is my father?" exclaimed Jasper, excitedly.
"Hush! He is very low," said Mrs. Kent "You shouldn't have dashed inhere so abruptly."
"Is there no hope for him?" asked the boy, sorrowfully.
"No, my young friend," said the man, smoothly. "All has been done thathuman skill can do, but without avail."
"Are you the doctor?"
"I am."
"Where is Dr. Graham, my father's old doctor?"
"I dismissed him," said his step-mother, "He was not competent to attendso critical a case. This is Dr. Kenyon."
"I never before heard Dr. Graham's skill doubted," said Jasper. "Is myfather conscious?"
"No; he is under the influence of morphine. Do not wake him up."
"Was he, then, in great pain?"
"Yes, in great pain."
Quietly Jasper drew near the bedside.
His father lay unconscious, his form rigid, his face thin and betrayingmarks of weariness and suffering. The tears rose to the eyes of Jasperas he realized that his father was passing away. As he looked on therewas a slight convulsive movement; then repose. In that one moment hisfather had passed on to another world.
The doctor had approached the bedside also, and he, too, saw themovement.
"He is dead!" he announced.
"Dead!" repeated Mrs. Kent, in a voice rather of surprise than ofsorrow.
"Yes."
"Well," she said, coolly, "we must all die. We have the satisfaction ofknowing that we have done all we could do to preserve his life."
"Certainly, my dear madam; you may comfort yourself by that thought,"said the physician.
"Why did you not send for me before?" asked Jasper, turning with moisteyes to his step-mother, "that I might see my father before he died?"
"We could not foresee his sudden death," said Mrs. Kent. "How do youhappen to be here this afternoon?"
"Didn't you direct Margaret to telegraph for me?" asked Jasper,surprised.
"Did Margaret take upon herself to telegraph to you?" asked Mrs. Kent,in a tone of displeasure.
"Yes," said Jasper, bitterly. "Did you mean to keep me whollyunacquainted with my father's illness?"
"No; I wrote a line this afternoon, which I should have sent to theoffice at once."
"When it was too late!"
"Your reproaches are unseemly and uncalled for," said his step-mother,quite coldly.
"I think differently," said Jasper, bitterly. "You should have sent forme as soon as my father got worse than usual."
"In consideration of your grief I will overlook your impertinence," saidMrs. Kent, compressing her thin lips, as she left the room.
The doctor followed her out, and Jasper was left alone with the dead.
He did not realize it, but his father's death was to seriously affecthis fortunes.
CHAPTER IX.
A DECLARATION OF WAR.
Half an hour later Jasper left the room where his father lay dead. Hedid not seek the presence of his step-mother, who, he felt, had done himwrong in keeping from him his father's condition. He went instead to thekitchen, where he found Margaret.
"This is a sad day for you, Master Jasper," said the sympathizingservant.
"It is, indeed, Margaret. I have lost my best friend."
"True for you."
"But for your telegram, I should not have known even now that he wasdangerously ill, I thought at first Mrs. Kent asked you to telegraph."
"No, she didn't. I asked her would she send for you, and she told me itwas none of my business."
"It was lucky you didn't heed her," said Jasper. "She is a cold,unfeeling woman."
"That she is, Master Jasper," assented Margaret, with emphasis.
"How long has my father been so sick?"
"For a week or more, but he took a sudden turn at the last. I think hegot worse after the new doctor came."
"I wanted to ask you about that. Why was Dr. Graham dismissed? He hasattended my father for years."
"Shall I tell you what I think, Master Jasper?" said Margaret, stoppingshort in her work, and looking mysterious.
"Yes."
"Let me whisper it, then. Come nearer, Master Jasper."
Rather surprised at her manner, Jasper obeyed.
"It's my
belief," she whispered, "that your step-mother didn't want yourfather to get well."
Jasper looked horror-struck.
"Are you crazy, Margaret?" he ejaculated.
She nodded her head positively.
"I know what I'm saying," she answered.
"But what can make you believe such a horrible thing?" he asked.
She answered in the same low voice:
"A month ago she got your father to make his will. What there is in it Idon't know, but it is likely it suits her. After that she had nothing togain by his living."
"You don't think she'd--" Jasper hesitated to proceed.
"Poison him? No, I don't. It wasn't needful; but your papa was thatdelicate, it would be enough if he was not rightly treated, and I don'tbelieve this new doctor did the right thing by him. Dr. Graham and Mrs.Kent never could agree, but she and the new doctor have been as thick ascan be. They understand one another, I'll be bound."
Jasper looked shocked, and was silent for a moment.
"I don't like Mrs. Kent," he said, "but, Margaret, I hope you're wrongin this. That any one could wish my dear, gentle father dead I find ithard to believe."
"You haven't seen as much of your step-mother as I have, Master Jasper."
"Heaven grant you are wrong, Margaret! If I thought it were true Ishould never want to look at the woman again."