The Corner House Girls Part 2
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He was the Kenway girls' single wealthy relative. He was considered eccentric. He was-or had been-a bachelor and lived in Milton, an upstate town some distance from Bloomingsburg, and had occupied, almost alone, the old Stower homestead on the corner of Main and Willow Streets-locally known as "the Old Corner House."
"Do take the gentleman to the parlor door," said Ruth, hastily, hearing the footstep of the visitor at the top of the stairs. "Dot, go unlock that door, dear."
"Aunt Sarah's sitting in there, Ruth," whispered Aggie, hastily.
"Well, but Aunt Sarah won't bite him," said Ruth, hurriedly removing her ap.r.o.n and smoothing her hair.
"Just think of Uncle Peter being dead," repeated Aggie, in a daze.
"And he was Aunt Sarah's half brother, you know. Of course, neither her father nor mother was Uncle Peter's father or mother-their parents were all married twice. And--"
"Oh, don't!" gasped the plump sister. "We never _can_ figure out the relations.h.i.+p-you know we can't, Ruth. Really, Aunt Sarah isn't blood-kin to us at all."
"Uncle Peter never would admit it," said Ruth, slowly. "He was old enough to object, mother said, when our grandfather married a second time."
"Of course. I know," acknowledged Aggie. "Aunt Sarah isn't really a Stower at all!"
"But Aunt Sarah's always said the property ought to come to her, when Uncle Peter died."
"I hope he _has_ left her something-I do hope so. It would help out a lot," said Aggie, serious for the moment.
"Why-yes. It would be easier for us to get along, if she had her own support," admitted Ruth.
"And we'd save five cents a week for peppermints!" giggled Aggie suddenly, seeing the little white bag of candy on the table.
"How you do talk, Ag," said Ruth, admonis.h.i.+ngly, and considering herself presentable, she went through the bedroom into the front room, or "parlor," of the flat. Aggie had to stay to watch the cake, which was now turning a lovely golden brown in the oven.
The tall, gray gentleman with the sharp eyes and beak-like nose, had been ushered in by the two little girls and had thankfully taken a seat. He was wiping his perspiring forehead with a checked silk handkerchief, and had set the high hat down by his chair.
Those quick, gray eyes of his had taken in all the neat poverty of the room. A careful and tasteful young housekeeper was Ruth Kenway.
Everything was in its place; the pictures on the wall were hung straight; there was no dust.
In one of the two rockers sat Aunt Sarah. It was the most comfortable rocker, and it was drawn to the window where the sun came in. Aunt Sarah had barely looked up when the visitor entered, and of course she had not spoken. Her knitting needles continued to flash in the sunlight.
She was a withered wisp of a woman, with bright brown eyes under rather heavy brows. There were three deep wrinkles between those eyes.
Otherwise, Aunt Sarah did not show in her countenance many of the ravages of time.
Her hair was but slightly grayed; she wore it "crimped" on the sides, doing it up carefully in cunning little "pigtails" every night before she retired. She was scrupulous in the care of her hands; her plain gingham dress was neat in every particular.
Indeed, she was as prim and "old-maidish" as any spinster lady possibly could be. Nothing ever seemed to ruffle Aunt Sarah. She lived sort of a detached life in the Kenway family. Nothing went on that she was not aware of, and often-as even Ruth admitted-she "had a finger in the pie" which was not exactly needed!
"I am Mr. Howbridge," said the visitor, rising and putting out his hand to the oldest Kenway girl, and taking in her bright appearance in a single shrewd glance.
On her part, Aunt Sarah nodded, and pressed her lips together firmly, flas.h.i.+ng him another birdlike look, as one who would say: "That is what I expected. You could not hide your ident.i.ty from me."
"I am-or was," said the gentleman, clearing his throat and sitting down again, but still addressing himself directly to Ruth, "Mr. Peter Stower's attorney and confidant in business-if he could be said to be confidential with anybody. Mr. Stower was a very secretive man, young lady."
Aunt Sarah pursed her lips and tossed her head, as though mentally saying: "You can't tell me anything about _that_."
Ruth said: "I have heard he was peculiar, sir. But I do not remember of ever seeing him."
"You did see him, however," said Mr. Howbridge. "That was when you were a very little girl. If I am not mistaken, it was when this lady,"
and he bowed to the silent, knitting figure in the rocking-chair, "who is known as your Aunt Sarah, came to live with your mother and father."
"Possibly," said Ruth, hastily. "I do not know."
"It was one of few events of his life, connected in any way with his relatives, of which Mr. Stower spoke to me," Mr. Howbridge said. "This lady expressed a wish to live with your mother, and your Uncle Peter brought her. I believe he never contributed to her support?" he added, slowly.
Aunt Sarah might have been a graven image, as far as expressing herself upon _this_ point went. Her needles merely flashed in the sunlight. Ruth felt troubled and somewhat diffident in speaking of the matter.
"I do not think either father or mother ever minded _that_," she said.
"Ah?" returned Mr. Howbridge. "And your mother has been dead how long, my dear?" Ruth told him, and he nodded. "Your income was not increased by her death? There was no insurance?"
"Oh, no, sir."
He looked at her for a moment with some embarra.s.sment, and cleared his throat again before asking his next question.
"Do you realize, my dear, that you and your sisters are the only living, and direct, relatives of Mr. Peter Stower?"
Ruth stared at him. She felt that her throat was dry, and she could not bring her tongue into play. She merely shook her head slowly.
"Through your mother, my dear, you and your sisters will inherit your Great Uncle Peter's property. It is considerable. With the old Corner House and the tenement property in Milton, bonds and cash in bank, it amounts to-approximately-a hundred thousand dollars."
"But-but--Aunt Sarah!" gasped Ruth, in surprise.
"Ahem! your Aunt Sarah was really no relative of the deceased."
Here Aunt Sarah spoke up for the first time, her knitting needles clicking. "I thank goodness I was not," she said. "My father was a Maltby, but Mr. Stower, Peter's father, always wished me to be called by his name. He always told my mother he should provide for me. I have, therefore, looked to the Stower family for my support. It was and is my right."
She tossed her head and pursed her lips again.
"Yes," said Mr. Howbridge. "I understand that the elder Mr. Stower died intestate-without making a will, my dear," he added, speaking again to Ruth. "If he ever expressed his intention of remembering your Aunt Sarah with a legacy, Mr. Peter Stower did not consider it mandatory upon him."
"But of course Uncle Peter has remembered Aunt Sarah in _his_ will?"
questioned the dazed Ruth.
"He most certainly did," said Mr. Howbridge, more briskly. "His will was fully and completely drawn. I drew it myself, and I still have the notes in the old man's handwriting, relating to the bequests.
Unfortunately," added the lawyer, with a return to a grave manner, "the actual will of Mr. Peter Stower cannot be found."
Aunt Sarah's needles clicked sharply, but she did not look up. Ruth stared, wide-eyed, at Mr. Howbridge.
"As was his custom with important papers, Mr. Stower would not trust even a safety deposit box with the custody of his will. He was secretive, as I have said," began the lawyer again.
Then Aunt Sarah interrupted: "Just like a magpie," she snapped. "I know 'em-the Stowers. Peter was always doing it when he was a young man-hidin' things away-'fraid a body would see something, or know something. That's why he wanted to get _me_ out of the house. Oh, I knew his doin's and his goin's-on!"
"Miss Maltby has stated the case," said Mr. Howbridge, bowing politely. "Somewhere in the old house, of course, Mr. Stower hid the will-and probably other papers of value. They will be found in time, we hope. Meanwhile--"
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