A Cousin's Conspiracy: or, A Boy's Struggle for an Inheritance

“You will need money to take you away.”

“There is a little more in the trunk.”

“But only a little. It is not quite all I have. I have a hundred dollars in gold laid away for you.”

Ernest looked surprised.

“I must tell you where it is while I still have life. Do you remember the oak tree on the little knoll half a mile away?”

“Yes, I know it.”

“Dig under that tree five feet in a westerly direction. There is a wooden box about a foot below the surface. There’s nothing to mark the spot, for it was buried a year since, and the grass has grown over it. After I am gone go there and get the money, but don’t let anyone see you. It will be best to go at night. There are evil-disposed men who would rob you of it. I am sorry it is so little, Ernest.”

“But it seems to me a good deal.”

“To a boy it may seem so. Once I thought I might have a good deal more to leave you. Go to the trunk and search till you find a paper folded in an envelope with your name.”

Ernest went to the trunk. He found the envelope readily, and held it up.

“Is that it, uncle?”

“Yes. Put it in your pocket, and read it after I am gone. Then be guided by circumstances. It may amount to something hereafter.”

“Very well, uncle.”

“I have told you, Ernest, that I do not expect to live long. I have a feeling that twenty-four hours from now I shall be gone.”

“Oh, no, uncle, not so soon!” exclaimed Ernest in a shocked tone.

“Yes, I think so. If you have any questions to ask me while I yet have life, ask, for it is your right.”

“Yes, Uncle Peter, I have long wished to know something about myself. Have I any relatives except you?”

“I am not your relative,” answered the old man slowly.

“Are you not my uncle?” he asked.

“No; there is no tie of blood between us.”

“Then how does it happen that we have lived together so many years?”

“I was a servant in your father’s family. When your father died the care of you devolved upon me.”

“Where was I born?”

“In a large town in the western part of New York State. Your grandfather was a man of wealth, but your father incurred his displeasure by his marriage to a poor but highly educated and refined girl. A cousin of your father took advantage of this and succeeded in alienating father and son. The estate that should have descended to your father was left to the cousin.”

“Is he still living?”

“Yes.”

“But my father died?”

“Yes; he had a fever which quickly carried him off when you were five years of age.”

“Was he very poor?”

“No; he inherited a few thousand dollars from an aunt, and upon this he lived prudently, carrying on a small business besides. Your mother died when you were three years old, your father two years later.”

“And then you took care of me?”

“Yes.”

“And I have been a burden to you these many years!”

“No! Don’t give me too much credit. A sum of money was put into my hands to spend for you. We lived carefully, and it lasted. We have been here three years, and it has cost very little to live in that time. The hundred dollars of which I spoke to you are the last of your inheritance. You are not indebted to me for it. It is rightfully yours.”

“What is my uncle’s name?”

“Stephen Ray. He lives a few miles from Elmira on the Erie Road.”

“And is he quite rich?”

“Yes; he is probably worth a quarter of a million dollars. It is money which should have gone to your father.”

“Then the wicked are sometimes prospered in this world?”

“Yes, but this world is not all.”

“Has there been any communication with my cousin in all these years?”

“Yes; two years ago I wrote to him.”

“What did you write?”

“You must forgive me, Ernest, but I saw you growing up without education, and I felt that you should have advantages which I could not give you. I wrote to your cousin, asking if he would pay your expenses in a preparatory school and afterwards at college.”

“What did he reply?”

“Go to the trunk. You will find his letter there. It is in the tray, and addressed to me.”

Ernest found it readily.

“May I read it?” he asked.

“Yes, I wish you to do so.”

It ran thus: