True Riches: Wealth Without Wings

The meeting of Claire and Jasper, for the final settlement of Mr. Elder’s estate, was to take place at the office of Grind, at ten o’clock.  Before keeping his appointment, the former turned over in his mind, with careful deliberation, the circumstances which had just occurred; and the more he thought of it, the better satisfied was he that a fraud had been committed.  The author of that fraud could be no one else but the guardian of Fanny; of whose honesty Claire had, with good reason, no very high opinion.  His conclusion was, not to accept, at present, a settlement of the estate.

With an uneasy foreboding of evil—­he was, in fact, rarely now without that feeling—­Leonard Jasper took his way to the office of Grind.  Notwithstanding he had defied Martin, he yet feared him.  But he was so near to the point of comparative safety, that he hoped soon to be past all real danger from this quarter.  Too little time had elapsed, since he parted with him, for Martin to see Claire, even if a thought of assailing him in that quarter had crossed his mind.  So Jasper believed.  How sadly taken by surprise was he, therefore, when, on meeting Claire, the latter said—­

“Since I saw you yesterday, a matter has come to my knowledge which I feel bound to investigate, before proceeding any farther in this business.”

As if struck by a heavy blow, Jasper moved a pace or two backward, while an instant pallor overspread his face.  Quickly recovering himself, he said—­

“Explain yourself, Edward.  What matter has come to your knowledge?”

“On that subject I would prefer speaking with you alone,” replied Claire.

“This room is at your service,” said Grind, rising and retiring toward his front office.  “You will be altogether free from intrusion.”  And he passed out, closing the door behind him.

“Edward,” said Jasper, in as firm a voice as he could assume, “What is the meaning of this?  You look at me with an expression of countenance, and have spoken in a tone that implies a belief on your part that I have not acted fairly in the matter of this guardianship.”

“Such, at least, is my impression,” replied Claire, firmly.

“Have you come here to insult me, sir?” Jasper drew himself up with an offended manner.

“No, Mr. Jasper.  I have no such intention.  All I purpose is, to ascertain how far certain information received by me this morning is correct.”

“What information?”

The merchant became a good deal agitated.

“A man named Martin called on me”—­

“Martin! oh, the wretch!  My curses rest on him, for a base betrayer!”

Claire was startled at the effect produced by his mention of the name of Martin.  Jasper, on hearing this name, believed that every thing had been divulged, and, in the bitterness and despair of this conviction, threw off all concealment.  His countenance, which had partly gained its usual colour, became pallid again, while large beads of sweat oozed from the relaxed pores and stood upon his forehead.  Moving back a step or two, he sank into a chair, and averting his face, sat struggling with himself to regain the mastery over his feelings.

How changed, in a few brief years, had become the relation of these two men.  The poor, humble, despised, but honest clerk, now stood erect, while the merchant cowered before him in humiliation and fear.

“Edward,” said Jasper, as soon as he had sufficient composure of mind to think somewhat clearly and speak calmly, “What do you purpose doing in this matter?”

“What is right, Mr. Jasper,” answered Claire, firmly.  “That is my duty.”

“Ruin! ruin! ruin!” exclaimed Jasper, in a low voice, again losing command of himself, and wringing his hands hopelessly.  “Oh! that it should have come to this!”

Astonished as Claire was by what he now heard and saw, he felt the necessity of preserving the most entire self-possession.  When Jasper again put the question—­

“What do you purpose doing, Edward?” he replied.

“I shall be better able to answer that question when I have all the particulars upon which to make up a decision.  At present, I only know that a large amount of property has been withheld from Miss Elder; and that I have only to bring this man Martin into a court of justice to have every thing made clear.”

“And this you purpose doing?”

“I shall do so, undoubtedly; unless the object to be gained by such a course is secured in another way.”

“Quite as much, believe me, Edward, can be gained through private arrangement as by legal investigation,” returned Jasper, his manner greatly subdued.  “You and I can settle every thing, I am sure, between ourselves; and, as far as my ability will carry me, it shall be to your entire satisfaction.  I have greatly mistaken your character, or you will take no pleasure in destroying me.”

“Pleasure in destroying you?” Claire was still further affected with surprise.  “In no man’s destruction could I take pleasure.”

“I believe you Edward.  And now let me give you a history of this matter from the beginning.  You will know better what course to pursue when you comprehend it fully.”

And then, to the astonished ears of Claire, Jasper related how, through the man Martin, he became possessed of the fact that the supposed almost valueless piece of land in Pennsylvania which Mr. Elder had taken to secure a debt of five hundred dollars, contained a rich coal deposite—­and how, as executor to his estate, and the guardian of his child, he had by presenting the child in person before commissioners appointed by the court, obtained an order for the sale of the land, with the declared purpose of investing the proceeds in some productive property.  It was for this that he had been so anxious to get Fanny, and for this that he carried her off forcibly, although his agency in the matter did not appear.  He then related how, in the sale, he became the real purchaser; and how, afterward, the tract, as coal land, was sold to a company for nearly a hundred thousand dollars.

“But Edward,” said Jasper, as he concluded his humiliating narrative, “I am worse off to-day than if I had never made this transaction.  It gave me a large amount of capital for trade and speculation, but it also involved me in connections, and led me into schemes for money-making, that have wellnigh proved my ruin.  In all truth, I am not, this day, worth one-half of what I received for that property.”

Jasper ceased speaking; but astonishment kept Claire silent.

“And now, Edward,” resumed the former, “I am ready to make restitution as far as in my power lies.  You can drag me into court, and thus blast my reputation; or, you can obtain for Miss Elder as much, or even more, than you would probably get by law—­for, if driven into the courts, I will contend to the last moment—­through an amicable arrangement.  Which course are you disposed to take?”

“I have no desire to harm you, Mr. Jasper—­none in the world.  If the terms of settlement which you may offer are such as, under all the circumstances, I feel justified in accepting, I will meet your wishes.  But you must bear in mind that, in this matter, I am not acting for myself.”

“I know—­but your judgment of the case must determine.”

“True—­and in that judgment I will endeavour to hold an equal balance.”

The two men now retired from the lawyer’s office; and, ere parting, arranged a meeting for that evening at the store of Jasper, where they could be entirely alone.  For two or three successive evenings these conferences were continued, until Claire was entirely satisfied that the merchant’s final offer to transfer to the possession of Fanny Elder four houses, valued at five thousand dollars each, in full settlement of her father’s estate, was the very best he could do; and far more than he would probably obtain if an appeal were made to the law.

As quickly as this transfer could be made, it was done.  Not until the long-desired documents, vouching for the equitable settlement of the estate, were in Jasper’s hands, did he breathe freely.  Oh! through what an ordeal he had passed.  How his own pride, self-consequence, and self-sufficiency had been crushed out of him!  And not only in spirit was he humbled and broken.  In his anxiety to settle up the estate of Mr. Elder, and thus get the sword that seemed suspended over his head by a single hair, removed, he had overstepped his ability.  The houses referred to were burdened with a mortgage of nearly ten thousand dollars; this had, of course, to be released; and, in procuring the money therefor, he strained to the utmost his credit, thus cutting off important facilities needed in his large, and now seriously embarrassed business.

It is the last pound that breaks the camel’s back.  This abstraction of money and property took away from Jasper just what he needed to carry him safely through a period of heavy payments, at a time when there was some derangement in financial circles.  In less than a month from the time he settled the estate of Reuben Elder, the news of his failure startled the business community.  He went down with a heavy plunge, and never again rose to the surface.  His ruin was complete.  He had trusted in riches.  Gold was his god; and the idol had mocked him.