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“Yes, sir.”
“Then come home with me. You shall be my guest for a week. During that time we will examine and decide about the model.”
“Thank you, sir; you are very kind,” said Herbert, hesitating.
“What makes you hesitate?”
“I am afraid I don't look fit to visit a gentleman's family.”
“Oh, never mind that,” said Mr. Cameron, heartily. “We are plain people, and don't value fine dress.”
“Will there be time for me to go home first?”
“Yes; you can meet me two hours hence at the St. Nicholas Hotel. I occupy Room 121. On second thoughts, you may as well wait for me in the reading room.”
“All right, sir.”
Herbert hurried home, arrayed himself in clean clothes, put up a small bundle of necessary articles, and in an hour and a half was at the hotel awaiting Mr. Cameron. He left a note for Cornelius Dixon, explaining that he was called out of the city for a few days, but would write soon. He did not enter into details, for he was not at all certain that things would turn out as he hoped.
Mr. Cameron lived in a substantial country house, with a fine garden attached. Nothing was wanting of comfort in his hospitable home, but he avoided show and ostentation. To Herbert was assigned a large, well-furnished chamber, the best he had ever occupied, and he was made to feel at home. The next day he accompanied Mr. Cameron to the manufactory, which he found to be a scene of busy industry, employing three hundred hands.
“I shall be busy to-day; but to-night I will look at your father's model,” said the manufacturer. “Probably it will be three or four days before I can come to any decision.”
Herbert passed his time pleasantly for the next three or four days. Yet he could not avoid feeling anxious. Interest day was close at hand, and his hopes might end in failure.
On the fourth day Mr. Cameron said to him: “Well, Herbert, I have made up my mind about your father's invention.”
Herbert's suspense was great. His heart almost stopped beating.
The manufacturer went on:
“I consider it practicable, and am disposed to make you an offer for it. Are you authorized to conclude terms?”
“My mother will agree to anything I propose, sir.”
“Then this is my offer. The model must be patented at once. I will see to that. Then make over to me half the invention, and I will agree to pay you and your mother one thousand dollars a year for the next ten years.”
“Are you in earnest?” gasped Herbert.
“Entirely so,” said Mr. Cameron. “Will that satisfy you?”
“I would have accepted a quarter of the sum you offer, sir.”
“Better not tell me that,” said Mr. Cameron, smiling. “I might take advantage of it. Will you consider it a bargain, then?”
“Oh, how happy my mother will be!” said Herbert.
“Don't you want to go home, and carry the news?”
“I should like to very much.”
Then his countenance changed. Two days hence, as he reflected, the interest would be payable. Must they lose the house, after all? If only he had a small part of the money, it would make matters all right.
“Does anything trouble you?” asked the manufacturer, noticing the sudden change in his countenance.
Upon this Herbert told him exactly how they were situated in regard to the house, and in what danger they were of losing it.
“If it's nothing worse that that,” said Mr. Cameron, I cheerfully, “you needn't feel anxious. I will advance you; a hundred dollars on account of the contract, and you shall give me a receipt for it.”
Herbert's face cleared instantly, and he was warm in his gratitude.
The next morning he started for home.
After all, the little model which his father left behind, had proved to be his most valuable legacy.
CHAPTER XXXV HERBERT'S RETURN
Mrs. Carter was setting the table for her solitary supper. She had been very lonely since Herbert went away. The days seemed doubly long. Most of all she missed him at mealtime. He kept her informed of all that was going on in the village, and when there was no news to tell he talked over their plans for the future. Life seemed very dull and monotonous without him. Yet the poor mother always wrote cheerfully, for she did not want to damp his courage, or interfere with the plan of life he had formed. She felt that there was nothing for him to do in Wrayburn, and, since she could not go to him, they must be content to live apart for the present.
“I wish I could see my boy,” she sighed, as she poured out her solitary cup of tea, and tried to force down a few mouthfuls of toast. “Shall we ever be able to live together again?”
There was a noise at the outer door, a quick step was heard, and Herbert rushed in, nearly upsetting the table in his impetuosity, as he embraced his mother.
“Are you glad to see me, mother?” he asked.
“You don't know how I have longed to see you!” was the heartfelt reply.
She did not ask what brought him home, nor care to ask just yet. She was too happy in having him back.
“You don't ask for my news, mother,” said Herbert, after a pause.
“Is it good news?” she asked, wistfully.
“Suppose I should tell you that Mr. Cameron's father has agreed to pay two hundred dollars for father's model!”
“Has he, really?” asked Mrs. Carter, her face lighting up.
“He has bought it, that is, half of it; but he is to pay more than that.”
“More than two hundred dollars, Herbert?”
“More than three hundred. What do you think of that?”
“Are you in earnest, Herbert?”
“Quite in earnest, mother; only it is better than a dream. You mustn't be too much excited, mother, when you hear the whole. I will only say that we shan't have to pinch any more, or lie awake thinking how to ward off starvation.”
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