Destiny eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 466 pages of information about Destiny.

Destiny eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 466 pages of information about Destiny.

“We’ll talk about it some more—­when I get good an’ ready—­if I ever do—­an’ if I don’t we won’t never talk about it any more.  Go to bed!”

When the lad disappeared up the stairway, he left a long and constrained silence behind him.  From the mother’s chair came a sound that hinted at secret weeping, and at last Tom Burton straightened his hunched shoulders and gazed across at young Edwardes, whose eyes were no longer smiling, but very sober.

“I hope you’re satisfied now,” said the host bitterly.  “You’ve played merry hell with this family.  Yesterday my son did my bidding without question.  My daughter was an obedient child an’ a natural one without foolishness.  You’ve been under my roof three hours an’ my house rises rebellious against me in my old age.  And you bear a name that’s always stood for order an’ wisdom—­not for stirrin’ up trouble.  I reckon I ought to turn you out in the snow, but I won’t—­I only hope you’re satisfied.”

“Mr. Burton,” answered the young millionaire quietly, “I should be sorry to have you think that.  If I have kindled a spark in little Mary that you never saw before it is nothing of which either you or she need feel ashamed.  As for the boy, it was not I who incited him.  He has been suppressing thoughts until now that reached the point of eruption, that’s all.”  He paused, then added very thoughtfully:  “Even if I did influence them both, it was as the unconscious tool upon which the hand of Destiny chanced to fall.  The boy only seeks fulfilment; fulfilment that will make life better for all of you—­if he succeeds.”

“Yes—­if he succeeds.  All he’s got to do is to start out empty-handed and lick the world to a frazzle.  All I’ve got to do is to gamble the little savings of twenty-five years of frugal living on his being able to do it.”

“That,” said Edwardes, “was hardly what I meant.  If you’ll let me make one suggestion, since you credit me with already having done so much, it is this.  That boy may be, or may not be, the genius he thinks himself, but he’s got a brain that drives and torments him.  He thinks!  If you will treat him as a counsellor and argue with him without sternness it will pay you.  The final decision will rest with you, but let him argue.  Don’t choke him off and make a vassal of him instead of a son.  His type of brain can’t be leashed.”

The father sat moody and did not at once reply.  Finally he shook himself out of his reverie and repeated:  “Argue with him?  How can a man argue with a boy that thinks he’s a genius and a miracle-worker?  Besides, while he’s gabbin’ nonsense he can look at you with somethin’ in his eyes that makes you feel like a fool.”

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