Luck and Pluck. Alger Horatio Jr.

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spoke, he was thoroughly in earnest, and would do precisely as he said. He knew very well, too, that, though he was older and taller than John, he would very likely be worsted in an encounter. He preferred, therefore, that his mother should fight his battles for him.

      "You hear, mother," he said. "He defies you. I knew he would. You remember what I told you."

      Mrs. Oakley did remember very well, and the recollection made her angry.

      "John Oakley," she said, "you will find that it won't do to insult me."

      "I have no wish to insult you, Mrs. Oakley," said John. "I have not forgotten who you are, and I shall try to treat you accordingly."

      "What do you mean by that?" said Mrs. Oakley, turning pale with rage.

      She was misled by the statement Ben had made, and she thought John referred to the fact that she had been his father's house-keeper,—a point on which she felt sensitive.

      "I mean," said John, a little surprised at this outburst, "that I have not forgotten that you are my father's widow, and as such are entitled to my respect."

      "Was that what you meant?" asked Mrs. Oakley, suspiciously.

      "Certainly," said John. "What else could I mean?"

      Mrs. Oakley turned to Ben, who shrugged his shoulders, intimating that he did not believe it.

      "All very fine," said his mother, "but words are cheap. If you think I am entitled to your respect, you will do as I require. Will you promise this?"

      "I would rather not promise," said John. "If it is anything I ought to do, I will do it."

      "It is something you ought to do," said Mrs. Oakley.

      "What is it?"

      "I require you immediately to apologize to my son Benjamin, for the blows you struck him with the whip this afternoon."

      "I cannot do this," said John, firmly.

      "Why can't you do it?"

      "Because I had a good reason for striking him. He ought to apologize to me for striking me first."

      "Catch me doing it!" said Ben, scornfully.

      "I have no fault to find with him for striking you," said Mrs. Oakley. "On the contrary, I think him perfectly justified in doing so. You forced him off the horse after I had given him permission to ride, and I should have been ashamed of him if he had not resisted. I am glad he gave you such a lesson."

      Once more John looked at Ben, and was not surprised to see the smile of triumph that rose to his face as he listened to these words of his mother.

      "Well," said Mrs. Oakley, impatiently, "what have you to say?"

      "What can I say? You are determined to find me in the wrong."

      "It is because you are wrong. I demand once more, John Oakley, will you apologize to my son?"

      "I will not," said John, firmly.

      "Please to remember that you are left dependent upon me, and that your future comfort will be a good deal affected by the way in which you decide."

      "Whatever happens," said John, who partly understood the threat, "I refuse to apologize, unless—"

      "Unless what?"

      "If Ben will say that he is sorry that he struck me, I will say the same to him."

      "Ben will do nothing of the kind," said Mrs. Oakley, promptly. "I should be ashamed of him if he did."

      "Catch me apologizing to such a whipper-snapper as you!" muttered Ben.

      "Then I have no more to say," said John.

      "But I have," said Mrs. Oakley, angrily. "You have chosen to defy me to my face, but you will bitterly repent of it. I'll break your proud spirit for you!"

      John certainly did not feel very comfortable as he left the room. He was not afraid of what his stepmother could do, although he knew she could annoy him in many ways, but it was disagreeable to him to feel at variance with any one.

      "If my poor father had only lived," he thought, "how different all would have been!"

      But it was useless to wish for this. His father was no longer on earth to protect and shield him from the malice of Ben and his mother. Trials awaited him, but he determined to be true to himself, and to the good principles which he had been taught.

      As for Mrs. Oakley, having once resolved to annoy John, she lost no time in beginning her persecutions. She had a small, mean nature, and nothing was too petty for her to stoop to.

      John and Ben had been accustomed to occupy bedrooms on the second floor, very prettily furnished, and alike in every respect. It had been the policy of Squire Oakley to treat the two boys precisely alike, although Ben had no claim upon him, except as the son of the woman whom he had married. Now that he was dead, Mrs. Oakley determined that Ben should occupy a superior position, and should be recognized throughout the house as the eldest son and heir. After her unsatisfactory interview with John, just described, in which he had refused to apologize, she summoned Jane, and said:—

      "Jane, you may remove John's clothes from the bedchamber where he has slept to the attic room next to your own."

      "Is Master John going to sleep there?" asked Jane, in amazement.

      "Certainly."

      "And shall I move Master Ben's things upstairs, also?"

      "Of course not," said Mrs. Oakley, sharply. "What made you think of such a thing?"

      "Beg pardon, ma'am; but who is going to have Master John's room?"

      "You ask too many questions, Jane. It is no concern of yours that I am aware of."

      Jane did not venture to reply, but went out muttering:—

      "It's a shame, so it is, to put Master John upstairs in that poor room, while Ben stays downstairs. He's a young reprobate, so he is, just for all the world, like his mother."

      The fact was, that John was a favorite in the house, and Ben was not. The latter was in the habit of domineering over the servants, and making all the trouble in his power, while John was naturally considerate, and always had a pleasant word for them. However, Mrs. Oakley's commands must be obeyed, and Jane, much against her will, found herself obliged to remove John's things to the attic. She found John already in his chamber.

      "Excuse me, Master John," she said, "but I have orders to move your things up to the attic."

      "What!" exclaimed John, in amazement.

      Jane repeated her words.

      "Did Mrs. Oakley tell you to do that?"

      "Yes, Master John, and a shame it is."

      "Is Ben to go up into the attic too?"

      "The mistress said no."

      "Wait a minute, Jane; I'll go and speak to Mrs. Oakley."

      John went downstairs, and found

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