Ruth Fielding at Lighthouse Point Part 5
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"No, Aunty. I jumped in," returned the girl, and then told her briefly about her adventure on the _Lanawaxa_.
"Goodness me! Goodness me!" exclaimed Aunt Alvirah. "Whatever would your uncle say if he knew about it?"
"And what is the matter with Uncle Jabez?" demanded Ruth, sitting down at the end of the table to eat her "bite." "You haven't told me that."
"I 'lowed to do so," sighed the old woman. "But I don't want him to hear us a-gossipin' about it. You know how Jabez is. I dunno as he knows _I_ know what I know----"
"That sounds just like a riddle, Aunt Alvirah!" laughed Ruth.
"And I reckon it _is_ a riddle," she said. "I only know from piecin'
this, that, and t'other together; but I reckon I fin'ly got it pretty straight about the Tintacker Mine--and your uncle's lost a power o'
money by it, Ruthie."
"What's the Tintacker Mine?" demanded Ruth, in wonder.
"It's a silver mine. I dunno where it is, 'ceptin' it's fur out West and that your uncle put a lot of money into it and he can't git it out."
"Why not?"
"'Cause it's busted, I reckon."
"The mine's 'busted'" repeated the puzzled Ruth.
"Yes. Or so I s'pect. I'll tell ye how it come about. The feller come along here not long after you went to school last Fall, Ruthie."
"What fellow?" asked Ruth, trying to get at the meat in the nut, for Aunt Alvirah was very discursive.
"Now, you lemme tell it my own way, Ruthie," admonished the old woman.
"You would better," and the girl laughed, and nodded. "It was one day when I was sweepin' the sittin' room--ye know, what Mercy Curtis had for her bedroom while she was out here last Summer."
Ruth nodded again encouragingly, and the little old woman went on in her usual rambling way:
"I was a-sweepin', as I say, and Jabez come by and put his head in at the winder. 'That's too hard for ye, Alviry,' says he. 'Let the dust be--it ain't eatin' nothin'.' Jest like a man, ye know!
"'Well,' says I, 'if I didn't sweep onc't in a while, Jabez, we'd be wadin' to our boot-tops in dirt.' Like that, ye know, Ruthie. And he says, 'They hev things nowadays for suckin' up the dirt, instead of kickin' it up that-a-way,' and with that a voice says right in the yard, 'You're right there, Mister. An' I got one of 'em here to sell ye.'
"There was a young feller in the yard with a funny lookin' rig-a-ma-jig in his hand, and his hat on the back of his head, and lookin' jest as busy as a toad that's swallered a hornet. My! you wouldn't think that feller had a minnit ter stay, the way he acted. Scurcely had time to sell Jabez one of them 'Vac-o-jacs,' as he called 'em."
"A vacuum cleaner!" exclaimed Ruth.
"That's something like it. Only it was like a carpet-sweeper, too. I seen pitchers of 'em in the back of a magazine onc't. I never b'lieved they was for more'n ornament; but that spry young feller come in and worked it for me, and he sucked up the dust out o' that ingrain carpet till ye couldn't beat a particle out o' it with an ox-goad!
"But I didn't seem ter favor that Vac-o-jac none," continued Aunt Alvirah. "Ye know how close-grained yer Uncle is. I don't expect him ter buy no fancy fixin's for an ol' creetur like me. But at noon time he come in and set one o' the machines in the corner."
"He bought it!" cried Ruth.
"That's what he done. He says, 'Alviry, ef it's any good to ye, there it is! I calkerlate that's a smart young man. He got five dollars out o' me easier than _I_ ever got five dollars out of a man in all my days.'
"I tell ye truthful, Ruthie! I can't use it by myself. It works too hard for anybody that's got my back and bones. But Ben, he comes in once in a while and works it for me. I reckon your uncle sends him."
"But, Aunt Alviry!" cried Ruth. "What about the Tintacker Mine? You haven't told me a thing about _that_."
"But I'm a-comin' to it," declared the old woman. "It's all of a piece--that and the Vac-o-jac. I seen the same young feller that sold Jabez the sweeper hangin' about the mill a good bit. And nights Jabez figgered up his accounts and counted his money till 'way long past midnight sometimes. Bimeby he says to me, one day:
"'Alviry, that Vac-o-jac works all right; don't it?'
"I didn't want to tell him it was hard to work, and it does take up the dirt, so I says 'Yes.'
"'Then I reckon I'll give the boy the benefit of the doubt, and say he's honest,' says Jabez.
"I didn't know what he meant, and I didn't ask. 'Twouldn't be _my_ place ter ask Jabez Potter his business--you know that, Ruthie. So I jest watched and in a day or two back come the young sweeper feller again, and we had him to dinner. This was long before Thanksgivin'. They sat at the table after dinner and I heard 'em talking about the mine."
"Ah-ha!" exclaimed Ruth, with a smile. "Now we come to the mine, do we?"
"I told you it was all of a piece," said Aunt Alvirah, complacently.
"Well, it seemed that the boy's father--this agent warn't more than a boy, but maybe he was a sharper, jest the same--the boy's father and another man found the mine. Prospected for it, did they say?"
"That is probably the word," agreed Ruth, much interested.
"Well, anyhow, they found it and got out some silver. Then the boy's father bought out the other man. Then he stopped finding silver in it.
And then he died, and left the mine to his folks. But the boy went out there and rummaged around the mine and found that there was still plenty of silver, only it had to be treated--or put through something--a pro--a prospect----"
"Process?" suggested Ruth.
"That's it, deary. Some process to refine the silver, or git it out of the ore, or something. It was all about chemicals and machinery, and all that. Your Uncle Jabez seemed to understand it, but it was all Dutch to me," declared Aunt Alvirah.
"Well, what happened?"
"Why," continued the old woman, "the Tintacker Mine, as the feller called it, couldn't be made to pay without machinery being bought, and all that. He had to take in a partner, he said. And I jedge your Uncle Jabez bought into the mine. Now, for all I kin hear, there ain't no mine, or no silver, or no nothin'. Leastwise, the young feller can't be heard from, and Jabez has lost his money--and a big sum it is, Ruthie. It's hurt him so that he's got smaller and smaller than ever.
Begrudges the very vittles we have on the table, I believe. I'm afraid, deary, that unless there's a change he won't want you to keep on at that school you're going to, it's so expensive," and Aunt Alvirah gathered the startled girl into her arms and rocked her to and fro on her bosom.
"That's what I was comin' to, deary," she sobbed. "I had ter tell ye; he told me I must. Ye can't go back to Briarwood, Ruthie, when it comes Fall."
CHAPTER VI
UNCLE JABEZ AT HIS WORST
It was true that Mr. Potter had promised Ruth only one year at school.
The miller considered he owed his grand-niece something for finding and restoring to him his cash-box which he had lost, and which contained considerable money and the stocks and bonds in which he had invested.
Jabez Potter prided himself on being strictly honest. He was just according to his own notion. He owed Ruth something for what she had done--something more than her "board and keep"--and he had paid the debt. Or, so he considered.
There had been a time when Uncle Jabez seemed to be less miserly. His hard old heart had warmed toward his niece--or, so Ruth believed. And he had taken a deep interest--for him--in Mercy Curtis, the lame girl.
Ruth knew that Uncle Jabez and Dr. Davison together had made it possible for Mercy to attend Briarwood Hall. Of course, Uncle Jabez would cut off that charity as well, and the few tears Ruth cried that night after she went to bed were as much for Mercy's disappointment as for her own.
"But maybe Dr. Davison will a.s.sume the entire cost of keeping Mercy at school," thought the girl of the Red Mill. "Or, perhaps, Mr. Curtis may have paid the debts he contracted while Mercy was so ill, and will be able to help pay her expenses at Briarwood."
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