California -- Fiction; Mines and mineral resources -- Fiction; Sierra Nevada (Calif. and Nev.) -- Fiction; Western stories
"As far back as I can remember, my home has been on a cow ranch in the
southern part of the state. I can't remember my mother, who died when I
was very young. I always thought my father wealthy until he died, two
weeks ago, and his will was read to me. He had orange and lemon groves
besides the cattle ranch, and was a stockholder in a substantial country
bank. I was graduated at the State University, and went from there to
France. Since, I've been resting up and sort of managing Dad's property.
"My father was a peculiar man, and was never overly confidential with
me. He was uneducated, as the term is understood today--a
rough-and-ready old Westerner who had made his strike and settled down
to peaceful days--or so I always imagined. But two weeks ago he died
suddenly from a stroke of apoplexy; and when his will was read to me I
got a jolt from which I haven't yet recovered.
"The home ranch and the other real estate, together with all livestock
and appurtenances--with one exception, which I shall mention later--were
willed to the Catholic Church, to be handled as they saw fit. It seemed
that there was little else to be disposed of. I was left five hundred
dollars in cash, a saddle horse named Poche, a silver-mounted bridle and
saddle and martingales, the old Spanish spurs you see on my feet, and
the Old Tabor Ivison Place, in Chaparral County, of which I knew almost
nothing. That was all--with the exception of the written instructions in
my father's handwriting that were given me by his lawyers. Maybe you can
throw some light on the matter, Mr. Tamroy. Would you care to hear my
father's last message to me?"
Tamroy evinced his eagerness by scraping forward his chair.
Oliver took from a leather billbook a folded piece of paper. "I don't
know that I ought to," he smiled, "but, after all, I'll never learn the
mystery of it if I keep the matter from people about here. So here goes:
"'_My dear son Oliver_:
"'As you know perfectly well, I am an ignorant old Westerner.
There is no use mincing matters in regard to this. When I was
young I didn't have much of a chance to get an education; but
when I grew up and married, and you was born, I said you'd
never be allowed to grow up in ignorance like I did. So I tried
to give you an education, and you didn't fail me.'
"'I did this for a double purpose, Oliver. I knew that I was
going to die someday, and that then you'd have to settle a
little matter that's bothered me since before you was born. For
pretty near thirty years, Oliver, I've had a problem to fight;
and I never knew how to settle the matter because I wasn't
educated. So I let it rest and waited for you to grow up, and
go through college. And now that's happened; and you're
educated and fit to answer the question that's bothered me for
nearly half my life. The answer is either Yes or No, and you've
got to find out which is right.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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