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He read it slowly by the light of his lamp, bending back the fold to do so. He did not wonder at it. He knew what it meant and why the boy had fastened it there. "Ye s'all gae to her, lad," he said, "ye s'all gae to the mither. I'm thankfu', verra thankfu', that the father kenned the truth afoor he deed." He raised his precious burden to his heart and began again his journey.
I don't mean nothin' like that you've been jest as good to me as you could be; you've been awful good to me, al'ays! but it ain't like, you know; it ain't like havin' a home with your own mother." "Never min', laddie; never min'; ye s'all have a hame, an' a mither too some day, I mak' na doot, some day." There was silence for a time, then Bachelor Billy continued:
"Wha' for do ye want the lad?" asked Billy, advancing and placing a chair for the stranger to sit in. "Well, to speak confidentially, I believe it's something about his parentage." "Who his father an' mother waur?" "Yes." "Then he s'all go wi' ye if he like. Ralph, ye can put on the new jacket an' go wi' the mon." The boy's heart beat tumultuously as he hurried on his best clothes.
The squire's face no longer made a kind of sunshine in the big, low rooms and on the pleasant terraces. He was confined to his own apartments, and there Richard went to talk to him. But he was facing death with a calm and grand simplicity. "I'd hev liked to hev lived a bit longer, Richard, if it hed been His will; but he knows what's best. I s'all answer willingly when he calls me.
"I let you do that yourself. My congratulations, sir. You certainly know how to insult your own manhood as well as the most confirmed scoundrel could wish!" "You insult again!" quivered M. Lemaire, his French accent asserting itself. "I s'all make you pay for zat!" He struck wildly, badly, as a Frenchman does who has no knowledge of boxing.
He bit his lip before replying, to help hold back his mingled feeling of pleasure at the bright prospect opening for Ralph, and of pain for the separation which must follow. "I dinna ken," he said at last, "how aught could be better for the lad than bein' wi' ye. Ye're ower kin' to think o' it. It'll be hard partin' wi' im, but, if the lad wishes it, he s'all gae.
"S'all right, Abe," Morris cried. "Andrew Carnegie ain't looking to buy off us goods, Abe, and even so, Abe, he never made it a couple of failures like Kleebaum, Abe." "Well, Mawruss, is that all you got against him that he owns an oitermobile? Maybe he plays golluf, too, Mawruss." "Golluf I don't know nothing about, Abe," Morris replied, "but auction pinochle he does play it, Abe.
I tell you, Abe, a feller has got to ride in one of them things to appreciate 'em." "S'all right, Mawruss," Abe cried. "I take your word for it. What I am worrying about now, Mawruss, is this here Kleebaum." "Kleebaum is A Number One, Abe," Morris said. "I was talking to Fixman about him and Fixman says that there ain't a better judge of an oitermobile between Chicago and the Pacific Coast."
"I ha' no time to read it," said Billy, "but if the judge says as the lad s'ould gae to court again, he s'all gae. We mus' obey the law. An' I s'all gae wi' 'im. Whaur the lad gae's I s'all gae. I s'all stay by 'im nicht an' day. If the law says he mus' live wi' Seemon Craft, then I s'all live wi' Seemon Craft also.
"We s'all see about zat," declared the madam with righteous indignation. "We s'all see how you can amuse yourself. You refuse to keep your word zat you marry me? All right zen, you do! I bring suit to-day for brich promise, and I have here one, two, three, a dozen weetness. I make what you call subpoena on zem all. We s'all see."
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