Harvard University -- Fiction; Love stories; Plantations -- Virginia -- Fiction; Youth -- Fiction
“But there is another matter in which I want to ask your
help, and this part of my letter is on no one’s authority
but my own, for I have thought best not to worry my mother
with the affair. Phillip has just written us that he has lost
some money at cards, not a great deal, but a considerable sum
to us ‘poor Virginians.’ Perhaps Mr. Corliss wrote you that
our circumstances are considerably altered since my father’s
death? We really have very little money now, although when our
property here is sold we shall not be poverty stricken. We
thought it a pity to spoil Phillip’s enjoyment of his first
year at college by acquainting him with the real state of
affairs, and so he doesn’t know how hard it is for us to find
the money for his expenses. And we had rather he didn’t know
yet. And so if there is any way of keeping him from playing
cards for money, won’t you please try it? It is not that we are
very strict here about such things; only that Phillip, though
he does not know it, cannot afford to use his money that way. I
am sure that you will find some manner of keeping him from it
without letting him know I have written to you. I fear he would
not forgive me if he knew. We have no right to ask you to give
your time to looking after Phillip, and you must think us very
selfish and exacting. But do please believe that, at least, we
are not ungrateful.
“Thanking you again on my mother’s behalf and on my own,
“Sincerely yours,
“MARGARET RYERSON.”
When David came in a few minutes later he found John puffing hard at an
empty pipe, his hands――one of them holding a letter――clasped behind his
head and his countenance expressing great contentment.
CHAPTER IX
While they were preparing for bed that night John took David into his
confidence, in a measure, and asked his advice. He made no mention of
the letter. David’s views were not encouraging.
“What you want to do,” he said, “is to retire into the extreme
distance and rest upon your haunches. Every fellow has the inalienable
right to get rid of his money as he bloody well pleases, and even a
foster-mother has no business dictating, Johnnie. If I were Phil and
you tried it with me I’d punch your old head for you.”
“But Phil hasn’t the right to spend money he hasn’t got,” answered
John. “And that’s what it amounts to. Of course, it’s mostly his
family’s fault. They’ve no business letting him think that there’s
plenty of money when there isn’t――――”
“Different from most fellows’ families,” growled David.
“Well, it’s my duty to interfere.”
“It’s your duty to mind your own affairs. Look here, has Phil owned up
to you that he’s been losing his tin?”
“Not exactly. He acknowledges that he’s broke, but he hasn’t mentioned
cards.”
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