Harper's Round Table, August 27, 1895 Part 1
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Harper's Round Table, August 27, 1895.
by Various.
OAKLEIGH.
BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.
CHAPTER X.
Tony Bronson was the son of a man who had made a great deal of money in a doubtful line of business by rather shady proceedings. In other words, he was not strictly honest, and had ama.s.sed a large fortune in a manner that would not bear investigation.
Of this Tony, of course, was ignorant; but he inherited from his father a mean spirit and a determination to turn every circ.u.mstance to his own account. He had been sent early to St. Asaph's School that he might a.s.sociate with the sons of gentlemen and become a gentleman himself, but he had acquired only the outward veneering. His manners were most courteous, his language carefully chosen, and he had sufficient wit to enable him to readily adapt himself to his companions, but he had not the instincts of a true gentleman. He was mean, he was something of a coward, and he was very much of a bully.
Years ago, soon after the two boys first met at St. Asaph's, Neal detected Tony in a cowardly, dishonorable action, and had openly accused him of it. Tony never forgave him, but he bided his time. With an unlimited amount of pocket-money of his own, he soon discovered that Neal was running short. When a convenient opportunity came he offered to lend him a small sum. Neal, after a moment's hesitation, weakly accepted the money, a.s.suring himself that it was only for a short time, and that he could easily repay it, and then have no more to do with Bronson. It saved him trouble.
Thus it had gone on. The time never came when Neal felt able to pay the debt; on the other hand, he borrowed more, and now it had reached alarming proportions. His monthly allowance, when it arrived, was gone in a flash, for Neal had never been in the habit of denying himself. It would have been hard for him to explain why he did not go frankly to his sister, tell her the whole story, and ask for her help, except that he was thoroughly ashamed of having placed himself in such straits and did not want to acknowledge it.
Tony Bronson had become intimate with Tom Morgan at St. Asaph's, Tom not being particular in his choice of friends. In that way he had come to visit the Morgans in Brenton. His handsome face and apparently perfect manner attracted many to him who could not see beneath the surface, and his languid man-of-the-world air made an impression.
He cultivated this to the last degree. He was not naturally so lazy, but he thought it effective.
When he said to Edith that he wished to tell her something about Neal Gordon, she looked at him in still greater surprise.
"I want to ask your help, Miss Franklin. A girl can manage these things so much better than a fellow. I like Gordon immensely, and I want to do all I can to help him out of a sc.r.a.pe."
"Does he know that you are speaking to me about him?"
"No, of course not. The fact is--"
"Then I think, Mr. Bronson," interrupted Edith, gently, but with decision, "that perhaps it would be better for us not to discuss him."
"But you quite misunderstand me, Miss Franklin. I am speaking only for his own good. I can't bear to see a fellow going straight to the bad, as I really am very much afraid he is, and not lift a finger to help him. I thought if I told you that perhaps you might speak to his sister--"
Edith interrupted him again, with heightened color. "I can do nothing of the sort. Nothing would induce me to speak to Mrs. Franklin on the subject. I--I couldn't possibly."
Bronson looked at her compa.s.sionately.
"Ah, it is as I thought! You and Mrs. Franklin are not congenial. I am so sorry."
Edith said nothing. She knew that he should not make such a remark to her, a perfect stranger. She felt that he did not ring true. And yet she could not bring herself to administer the reproof that Cynthia would have given under like circ.u.mstances.
"I am afraid I have offended you," said Bronson, presently; "do forgive me! And if you like I will say no more about the bad sc.r.a.pe Gordon is in. I thought perhaps I could prevent a letter coming from the faculty, but I see it's of no use. I'm awfully sorry for the fellow. You don't really think you could do anything to influence his sister?"
At last Edith found her voice.
"I don't think I can. And if you don't mind I would rather not discuss the Gordons--I mean, Mrs. Franklin and her brother."
"Certainly not, if you don't wish, and you won't repeat what I said, of course. If we can't help him, of course we had better not let it get out about Gordon any sooner than necessary. But holloa! What's this? The carpet seems to be getting damp."
It undoubtedly was, and gave forth a most unpleasantly moist sound when pressed. Upon investigation they found that the bottom of the canoe was filled with water. They had sprung a leak.
"We had better get back as quickly as possible," said Edith, rather relieved to have the conversation come to an end. "Is there a sponge there? I can bail if it gets any worse."
But no sponge was to be found, and it rapidly grew worse; Edith's skirts were damp and draggled. Presently there was an inch of water above the carpet.
"We shall sink if this goes on," she said.
"Oh, I fancy not," returned Bronson, easily; "we haven't very far to go."
But their progress was not rapid, and the pool in the canoe grew deeper.
"Perhaps you will lend me your cap," said Edith; "I can use it as a dipper." He did so, and she bailed vigorously. "It must be a very large leak. I suppose we got it on that rock in the rapids, and we sc.r.a.ped again just before we tied up, which made it worse. If it were our boat I would not care, but I think it is Neal's."
She was so occupied that she did not see Bronson smile. His smile was not attractive, though his teeth were perfect.
Matters would have gone badly with them if they had not at this moment met Jack and Kitty Morgan in the Franklins' canoe.
"What's the row?" called Jack.
"Nothing much," said Bronson. "We've sprung a little leak, that's all."
"A little leak! I should think so. My eye! Why, man, you must have a regular hole for the water to come in like that. Where have you been, anyhow? You had better put in here at this little beach and step over into my boat."
"What's the matter with stepping over right where we are? No need of going to sh.o.r.e."
Jack eyed him with curiosity and contempt. He looked so much like Cynthia that Bronson felt withered. He did not care for Cynthia, for he knew that she did not like him.
Jack did not speak at once, but paddled towards the bank. Then he said:
"You won't try stepping from one canoe to another in mid-stream if I have anything to say about it."
The change was safely accomplished, and they proceeded down the river towing the injured boat, the carpet and cus.h.i.+ons having been transferred with the pa.s.sengers. Relieved of the weight it did not fill as rapidly, and they at last reached the picnic-ground.
Bronson was mortified at coming back in such ignominious plight, but he made the best of it.
"I am awfully sorry, Gordon, if it is your canoe. It must have been pretty frail, though, to go to pieces at a mere scratch."
"She's the finest cedar canoe to be found in the city of Boston, and it would take more than a mere scratch to do her up this way. From appearances I should say you had pounded round on the rocks pretty freely," growled Neal, who had turned the boat upside down, and was examining it carefully.
Bronson stooped over him. For the moment they were alone.
"Of course I would feel worse about it if it were any one's but yours.
As it is, we'll just call ten off that fifty still owing. That will go towards repairs. More than cover them, I should say."
Then he sauntered off, his hands in his pockets.
"What a cad the fellow is!" muttered Neal. "It would give me real pleasure to knock him down."
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