Aunt Jane's Nieces at Millville
My ribs seem all right, and in
another ten days I shall remove the splints from my arm."
"You have no medical attendance?"
"Not since I left the hospital. But I imagine this pure, bracing air is
better for me than a dozen doctors," was the cheerful reply.
"And what are your future plans?"
The young man smiled. He was little more than a boy, but his questioner
noticed that he had a fine manly face and his eye was clear and
steadfast.
"Nothing further than to get to work again as soon as I am able to
undertake it," he said.
Uncle John looked thoughtfully, and drummed with his finger upon the
little table.
"Joseph," he remarked, presently, "I bought this farm at a price
altogether too small, considering its value."
The boy flushed.
"Please do not say that!" he exclaimed, hastily. "I am well aware that I
virtually robbed you, and my only excuse is that I believed I would win
my fight and be able to redeem the place. But that is over now, and you
must not think that because I am ill and helpless I am an object
of charity."
"Phoo!" said the little man; "aren't you accepting charity from Old
Hucks?"
"But he stands as a second father to me. He is an old retainer of my
family, and one of my ambitions is to secure a home for him and Nora in
their old age. No; I do not feel at all embarrassed in accepting money
or assistance from Thomas."
"Young man," said Uncle John, sternly, "one of the follies of youth is
the idea of being independent of the good-will of your fellow-creatures.
Every person who lives is dependent on some other person for something
or other, and I'll not allow you to make a fool of yourself by refusing
to let me take you in hand. Your brain is affected--"
"It is not!"
"You are mentally unbalanced, and need a guardian. That's me. You are
helpless and cannot resist, so you're my prisoner. Dare to defy me, dare
to oppose my wishes in any way, and I'll have you put in a
straight-jacket and confined in a padded cell. Understand me, sir?"
Joseph Wegg looked into the little man's round face until the tears
filled his own eyes and blurred his vision.
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In a village there lived two men who had the self-same name. Both were named Claus. But one of them owned four horses, and the other owned only one horse; so to distinguish between them people called the man who had four horses Big Claus, and the man who had only one horse Little Claus. Now I'll tell you what happened to these two, for this is a true story.
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