An Old Chester Secret Part 10
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"And--and--" Mary said, crying, "he said, 'I like Aunty without any presents.' You see? Influence! The idea of her daring to say we mustn't give him a gun. He's _ours_!"
"No, he's hers," Johnny's father said, sadly; "she has the whip hand, Mary--unless we tell the truth."
"Of course we can't do that," she said, sobbing.
But after that Philadelphia experience Miss Lydia--a fragile creature now, who lived and breathed for her boy--was obliged every winter to let Johnny visit these people who had disowned him, cast him off, deserted him!--that was the way she put it to herself. She had to let him go because she couldn't think of any excuse for saying he couldn't go. She even asked Doctor Lavendar for a reason for refusing invitations, which the appreciative and frankly acquisitive Johnny was anxious to accept.
With a present of a bunch of lamplighters in her hand she went to the rectory, offering, as an explanation of her call, the fact that Johnny had got into a fight with the youngest Mack boy and rubbed his nose in the gutter, and Mrs. Mack was very angry, and said her boy's nose would never be handsome again; and she, Miss Lydia, didn't know what to do because Johnny wouldn't tell her what the fight was about and wouldn't apologize.
"Johnny's fifteen and the Mack boy is seventeen; and a boy doesn't need a handsome nose," said Doctor Lavendar. "I'd not interfere, if I were you."
Then she got the real question out: Didn't Doctor Lavendar think it might be bad for Johnny to visit Mr. and Mrs. Robertson? "They're very rich, you know," Miss Lydia warned him, piteously.
"They've taken a fancy to him, have they?" Doctor Lavendar asked. She nodded. The old man meditated. "Lydia," he said at last, "you are so rich, and they're so poor, I'd be charitable, if I were you."
So she was charitable. And for the next three or four years Johnny went away for his good times, and old Miss Lydia stayed at home and had very bad times for fear that Mr. and Mrs. Robertson might suddenly turn into Johnny's father and mother! Then the father and mother would come to Old Chester in the summer and have their bad times, for fear that Miss Lydia would "influence" Johnny against Mr. and Mrs. Robertson. (We got to quite like the Robertsons, though we didn't see much of them. "Pity they had no children," said Old Chester; "all that Smith money going begging!")
The Smith money certainly went begging, so far as Johnny was concerned.
Every time his father and mother tried to spend it on him Miss Lydia put her little frightened will between the boy and his grandfather's fortune. "Boys can't accept presents, Johnny, except from relations, you know," she would tell him; "it isn't nice." And Johnny, thinking of the gun or the pony or what not, would stick out his lips and sigh and say no, he "s'posed not." As a result of such remarks he developed as healthy a pride as one could hope for in a lad, and by the time he was eighteen he was hot with embarra.s.sment when Mrs. Robertson tried to force things upon him.
"No, ma'am," he would say, awkwardly. "I--I can't take any presents."
"Why not?" she would demand, deeply hurt.
"Well, you know, you are not a relation," Johnny would say; and his mother would rush up to her room and pace up and down, up and down, and cry until she could hardly see.
"She's robbed us of our own child!" she used to tell her husband.
As for Johnny, he told Miss Lydia once that Mrs. Robertson was kind, and all that, but she was a nuisance.
"Oh, Johnny, I wouldn't say _that_, dear. She's been nice to you."
"What makes her?" said Johnny, curiously. "Why is she always gus.h.i.+ng round?"
"Well, she likes you, Johnny."
Johnny grinned. "I don't see why. I'm afraid I'm not awfully polite to her. She was telling me she'd give me anything on earth I wanted; made me feel like a fool!" said Johnny, "and I said, 'Aunty gives me everything I want, thank you'; and she said, 'She doesn't love you as much as I do.' And I said (all this love talk makes me kind of sick!) I said, 'Oh yes, she does; she loved me when I was a squealing baby! You didn't know me then.'"
"What did she say?" Miss Lydia asked, breathlessly.
"Oh, she sort of cried," said Johnny, with a bored look.
But his perplexity about Mrs. Robertson's gush lingered in his mind, and a year or two later, on his twentieth birthday, as it happened, he asked Miss Lydia again what on earth it meant? . . . The Robertsons had braved the raw Old Chester winter and come down to the old house to be near their son on that day. They came like the Greeks, bearing gifts, which, it being Johnny's birthday, they knew could not be refused--and old Miss Lydia, unlike the priest of Apollo, had no spear to thrust at them except the forbidden spear of Truth! So her heart was in her mouth when Johnny, who had gone to supper with his father and mother, came home at nearly midnight and told her how good they were to him. But he was preoccupied as he talked, and once or twice he frowned. Then suddenly he burst out:
"Aunty, why does Mr. Robertson bother about me?"
"Does he?" Miss Lydia said.
"Well, yes; he says he wants me to go into his firm when I leave college. He says he'll give me mighty good pay. But--but he wants me to take his name."
"_Oh!_" said Miss Lydia. She looked so little and pretty, lying there in her bed, with her soft white hair--the frizette had vanished some years ago--parted over her delicate furrowed brow, and her blue eyes wide and frightened, like a child's, that Johnny suddenly hugged her.
"As for the name part of it," he said, "I said my name was Smith. Not handsome or distinguished, but my own. I said I had no desire to change it, but if I ever did it would be to Sampson."
A meager tear stood in the corner of Miss Lydia's eye. "That was very nice of you, Johnny," she said, quaveringly.
"I'd like the business part of it all right," said Johnny. . . . "Say, Aunt Lydia--what _is_ all the milk in the coconut about me? Course I'm not grown up for nothing; I know I'm--queer. I got on to that when I was fifteen--I put the date on Eddy Mack's nose! But I'd like to know, really, who I am?"
"You're my boy," said Miss Lydia.
"You bet I am!" said Johnny; "but who were my father and mother?"
"They lived out West, and--"
"I know all that fairy tale, Aunty. Let's have the facts."
Miss Lydia was silent; her poor old eyes blinked; then she said: "They--deserted you, Johnny. But you mustn't mind."
The young man's face reddened sharply. "They weren't married, I suppose, when I was born?" he said, in a husky voice.
"They--got married before you were born."
He frowned, but he was obviously relieved; then he looked puzzled. "Yet they deserted me? Were they too poor to take care of me?"
"Well, no," Miss Lydia confessed.
"Not poor, yet they dumped me onto your doorstep?" he repeated, bewildered, but with a slow anger growing in his face. "Well, I guess I'm well rid of 'em if they were that kind of people! Cowards. I'd rather have murderers 'round, than cowards!"
"Oh, my dear, you mustn't be unjust. They gave me money for your support."
"Money!" he said. "They paid you to take me off their hands?" He paused; "Aunt Lydia," he said--and as he spoke his upper lip lifted and she saw his teeth--"Aunt Lydia, I'll never ask you about them again. I have no interest in them. They are nothing to me, just as I was nothing to them.
But tell me one thing, is Smith my name?"
"Yes," said Miss Lydia (it's his _middle_ name, she a.s.sured herself truthfully).
But Johnny laughed: "I guess you just called me Smith. Well, that's all right, though I'd rather you'd made it Sampson. But Smith will do. I said so to Mrs. Robertson. I said that my name was the same as her father's, and I thought he was the finest old man I'd ever known, and, though I was no relation, I hoped my Smith name would be as dignified as his."
"What did she say?" said Miss Lydia.
"Oh, she got weepy," said Johnny, good-naturedly; "she's always either crying or kissing. But she's kind. Look at those!" he said, displaying some sleeve links that his mother's soft, adoring fingers had fastened into his cuffs. "Well, I don't take a berth with a new name tacked on to it, at Robertson & Carey's. He'll have to get some other fellow to swap names for him!"
He went off to his room, his face still dark with the deep, elemental anger which that word "deserted" had stirred in him, but whistling as if to declare his entire indifference to the deserters. Old Miss Lydia, alone, trembled very much. "Take their name! _What will they do next?_"
she said to herself.
The Robertsons were asking each other the same question, "What can we do now to get him?" The lure of a business opportunity had not moved the boy at all, and what he had said about being called Sampson had been like a knife-thrust in their hearts. It made Mary Robertson so angry that she sprang at a fierce retaliation: "She _couldn't_ keep him--he wouldn't stay with her--if we told him the truth!" she said to Johnny's father.
"But we never can tell him," Carl reminded her.
"Sometimes I think she'll drive me to it!" said Mary.
An Old Chester Secret Part 10
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