so you have to pick berries for a living?" asked Philip, inexultation.
"Yes," answered Harry, coolly.
"I must go home and tell mother," said Philip, briskly. "Wait a minute, though. Do you want a job?"
"Yes," responded Harry, rather surprised that Philip should feel anyinterest in the matter.
"Then I can give you one. Come up to the house early every morning, andI'll hire you to black my shoes. I'll give – let me see – thirty cents aweek."
"Thank you, but I couldn't come up to your house. Bring them down tomine every morning, and I may accept the job."
"Do you think I would demean myself by carrying dirty shoes round thevillage?" demanded Philip, angrily.
"I don't know," said Harry, coolly. "You'll have to do it, if you wantme to black them."
Philip muttered something about impudence, but went off very wellpleased, to report to his mother that she could trade at Mead's oncemore, as he had sent off Harry Gilbert.
CHAPTER VI
UNCLE OBED ARRIVES FROM ILLINOIS
It seemed odd to Harry to enter Mead's store, where he had beenemployed, merely as a customer.
Mr. Mead nodded pleasantly.
"It seems natural to see you here, Harry," he said. "Have you beenberrying?"
"Yes, and I would like to sell my berries."
"Very well. You know what I pay – eight cents a quart."
"I have four quarts."
"Measure them out yourself, Harry. I will make an exception in yourcase, if you wish it, and give you the money for them."
Harry accepted this offer, as he did not know of what groceries hismother stood in need.
As he walked out of the store, he felt more confidence than he had donein the morning. He had not got a place, to be sure, but he had earnedthirty-two cents. This was not quite half what he had been accustomed toearn at the store, but it was something.
A little way from the store, Harry passed an old man, dressed neatly, but in a well-worn suit, walking with some difficulty, with the help ofa stout cane. He looked to be seventy years old, at least, and hisappearance indicated that he was poor.
As Harry passed, the old man called out:
"Stop a minute, boy!"
Harry stopped, and waited respectfully to learn what the old man wanted. It is a common complaint that most boys are wanting in respect to oldage, but this charge could not be brought against Harry, who wasuniformly courteous to all persons older than himself.
Though he suspected the old man to be very poor, it made no differenceto him.
"Can you tell me where Mr. Ross lives?" asked the stranger.
"Yes, sir. I suppose you mean Colonel Ross?"
"I believe that's what they call him. His wife is my niece."
Harry was very much surprised to hear this.
"Have you ever been there before, sir?" asked Harry.
"No; I've been living out in Illinoy. But I'm getting old, and my onlydaughter died last month. So I've come here to visit my niece."
"I don't believe Mrs. Ross will be very glad to see her uncle," thought
Harry; "and I'm sure Philip won't."
"I will show you the way, sir, if you wish," said Harry, politely.
"I wish you would, if it isn't too much trouble," said the old man.
"Oh, no trouble at all," said Harry.
"You seem to be a very obliging boy. What is your name?"
"Harry Gilbert."
"Are your parents living?"
"My mother is living, but my father's dead – that is, we expect he is. Hewas a sea captain, and never came back from his last voyage."
"Did he leave your mother well off?" asked the old man, gazingattentively at Harry.
Harry thought him rather inquisitive for a stranger, but credited himwith good motives, and answered, readily:
"No, sir; we are quite poor; but I have had a place where I earned fourdollars a week – at the grocery store. Mr. Mead had a nephew come lastweek, and now I am out of work."
"That is unlucky for you."
"Yes, sir; but I shall try hard to get something else soon."
"You look like an industrious boy."
"I like to work."
"Where do you live?"
It so happened that Harry's house could be pointed out across thefields, though at least a quarter of a mile away.
"There it is," he said, pointing it out; "but, perhaps, you cannot seeso far?"
"Oh, yes, I can see it."
By this time they had reached the gate of Colonel Ross, and Harry feltthat he might safely leave the old man.
Out on the lawn was Philip Ross, who, with surprise and displeasure, sawHarry opening the gate for one whom he mentally designated as an oldtramp.
"What do you want here?" he asked, in a tone far from courteous orrespectful.
"What is your name?" asked the old man, fixing his glance on thequestioner.
"My name is Philip Ross, and I am the son of Colonel Ross," answered
Philip, with an air of consequence.
"Then I am your great-uncle, Philip," said the old man, surveying hisyoung kinsman with an interest inspired by the feeling of relationship.
"My great-uncle," repeated Philip, in mingled bewilderment and dismay.
"Yes, Philip, I'm your mother's uncle, come all the way from Illinoy tovisit you."
Harry was amused to see upon the face of his young antagonist a look ofstupefaction.
It was a severe blow to Philip, especially in Harry's presence, to beclaimed as a kinsman by a shabby, old tramp. It was upon his tongue toexpress a doubt as to the relationship, but he forbore.
"Is your mother at home?" asked the old man.
"You can ring the bell and see," answered Philip, deliberately turninghis back and walking off.
The old man looked after him, with a shrewd glance of intelligence, butexpressed no opinion of him.
"Harry," he said, turning to his young guide, "will you come with me tothe door and ring the bell?"
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