The Guinea Stamp Part 10
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'Very well, uncle; but I don't think I'll let you up-stairs to-morrow.'
'It's for Walter, not for me. If I'm better, I've something else to do to-morrow.'
'Well, we'll see,' said Gladys briskly. 'Now I must set on the kettle.
Wouldn't you like something for tea?'
'No, nothing. I've no hunger,' he answered, and his eyes followed her as she crossed the floor and busied herself with her accustomed skill about the fireplace.
'You're an industrious creature. Nothing comes amiss to you,' he said musingly. 'It's a poor life for a young woman like you. I wonder you've stood it so long?'
'It has been a very good life on the whole, uncle,' Gladys replied cheerfully. 'I have had a great many blessings; I never go out but I feel how many. And I have always tried to be contented.'
'Have you never been very angry with me,' he asked unexpectedly.
'No, never; but'--
'But what?'
'Sorry for you often.'
'Why?'
'Because you did not take all the good of life you might.'
'How could I? A poor man can't revel in the good things of life,' he said, with a slight touch of irritation.
'No, quite true; but some poor people seem to make more out of small things. That was what I meant,' said Gladys meekly. 'But we must not talk anything disagreeable, uncle; it is not good for you.'
'But I want to talk. I say, were you disappointed because I never took you into Ayrs.h.i.+re in the summer?'
'Yes, uncle, a little, but it soon pa.s.sed. When summer comes again, you will take me, I am sure.'
'You will go, anyhow, whether I do or not,' he said pointedly. 'Will you tell me, child, what you think of Walter?'
'Of Walter, uncle?' Gladys paused, with her hand on the cupboard door, and looked back at him with a slightly puzzled air.
'Yes. Do you think him a clever chap?'
'I do. I think he can do anything, Uncle Abel,' she replied warmly.
'Yes, Walter is very clever.'
'And good?'
'And good. You and I know that there are few like him,' was her immediate reply.
'And you like him?'
'Of course I do; it would be very strange if I did not,' she replied, without embarra.s.sment.
'Do you think he would be capable of filling a much higher post than he has at present?'
'Of course I do; and if you will not be angry, I will say that I have often thought that you do not pay him enough of money.'
'There's nothing like going through the hards in youth. It won't do him any harm,' said the old man. 'He won't suffer by it, I promise you that.'
'Perhaps not; but when he has educated himself,--which won't be long now, Uncle Abel, he is getting on so fast,--he will not stay here. We could not expect it.'
'Why not, if there's money in it?'
'_Is_ there money in it?'
A shrewd little smile wreathed her lips, and her whole manner indicated that her sense of humour was touched.
'There's money in most things if they are attended to,' he said, with his usual evasiveness; 'and a young, strong man can work up a small thing into a paying concern if he watches his opportunity.'
'Money is not everything,' Gladys replied, as she began to spread the cloth, 'but it can do a great deal.'
'Ay, you are right, my girl; this is a poor world to live in without it.
Suppose you were a rich woman, what would you do with your money?'
'Help people who have none; it is the only use money is for.'
'Now you speak out of ignorance,' said the old man severely. 'Don't you know that there's a kind of people--Walter's parents, for instance--whom it is not only useless, but criminal, to help with money? Just think of the poor lad's case. He has only had a small wage, certainly; but if it had been three times bigger it would have been the same thing.'
Gladys knit her brows perplexedly.
'It is hard, uncle, certainly. The plan would be, to help them in a different way.'
'But how? There are plenty rich and silly women in Glasgow who are systematically fleeced by the undeserving poor--people who have no earthly business to be poor, who have hands and heads which can give them a competence, only they are moral idiots. No woman should be allowed full use of large sums of money. She is so soft-hearted, she can't say no, and she's imposed on half the time.'
'You are very hard on women, Uncle Abel,' said Gladys, still amused with his enthusiasm. She had no fear of him. Although there was not much in common between them, there was a kind of quiet understanding, and they had many discussions of the kind. 'I would rather be poor always, Uncle Abel, if I were not allowed to spend as I wished. I should just have to learn to be prudent and careful by experience.'
'Ay, by experience, which would land you in the poorhouse. Have you no desire for the things other women like--fine clothes, trinkets, and such-like?'
'I don't know, uncle, because I have never had any,' said Gladys, with a little laugh. 'I daresay I should like them very well.'
The old man gave a grunt, and turned on his pillow, as if tired of talk.
Gladys busied herself with the evening meal, and when it was ready called Walter down. It was a pretty sight to see her waiting on the old man, attending to his comforts, and coaxing him to eat. In the evening she ran out to get some medicine for him, and when he was left with Walter, busy at his books at the table, he sat up suddenly, as if he had something interesting and important to say.
'How are you getting on with your learning, Wat? You are pretty constant at it. If there's anything in application, you should succeed.'
'It's pretty tough work, though, when a fellow's getting older.'
'Older,' repeated the old man, with a quiet chuckle. 'How old are you?'
'Nineteen.'
'Nineteen, are you? Well, you look it. You've vastly improved of late. I suppose you think yourself rather an ill-used sort of person--ill used by me, I mean?'
The Guinea Stamp Part 10
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