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"I--I never dreamed of this, Abner!" she whispered. "It's--it's so sudden."
"But you ain't goin' to say no, are you?"
"Well, I--I----" She blushed again. "I must say I like you a great deal, Abner."
"Then say yes."
"Well, I will," declared the widow, and then she allowed him to kiss her. Abner felt very happy, and asked her to set the day at once.
"Bein' as you're to git out o' this house, you might as well give up the boarders, an' come to my house at once," he said.
The widow consented, and said she would marry him in ten days. He drove home almost in a dream, and at once had the house put in order, and actually bought himself a new suit of clothes and a new hat.
"It's a good bit o' money to spend," he reasoned. "But I've got to do the proper thing, or she won't feel like lettin' go o' that gold."
When the time came, they were married in the local church, and then he drove her home. Her furniture had already arrived. She at once took possession of the place, and began to set things to rights.
"I won't ask her about that pot o' gold jest yet," mused Abner. "I'll have to wait a few days at least."
CHAPTER XVI
ABNER VISITS NEW YORK
Several days pa.s.sed, and Nat's uncle did all in his power to please his new wife. He found her very tart at times, and inclined to have her own way, but she was a good cook and general housekeeper, and that counted for a great deal.
"It won't do to cross her," he told himself. "I've got to find out about thet gold first."
At last he could stand the suspense no longer and so, one day, while at the dinner table, he told the story of a rich find of money by a lady in Philadelphia.
"It was in the weekly paper," said he, "and by the way," he went on, "what about the pot of gold you found?"
"The pot of gold I found?" she repeated, blankly.
"Yes, the one you found in the well. What did you do with it?"
"Why, I never found any pot of gold in a well, Abner! What put that in your head?"
He shoved back his chair in horror, and gazed at her blankly.
"Didn't you tell me you had found a pot of gold in a well, Lucy?" he demanded.
"Never!"
"Certainly, you did. You asked me if you could keep it or if the law could take it from you. I told you the law couldn't touch it."
"Oh, I remember now!" she answered, sweetly. "I read about such a find in a story magazine, and I was wondering if the finder could keep it, or if it would have to be turned over to the person who owned the property on which the well was located. But I certainly never said anything about my finding a pot of gold."
"Well, I'll be jiggered! Didn't you go to the bank an' ask 'em if they would take five thousand dollars?"
"Oh, I was only curious to know how much they would take, that was all, Abner." And she smiled again.
Abner could not endure that smile, and pus.h.i.+ng back his chair still further, he arose and left the house. Once in the barn he shook his fist viciously at an imaginary enemy.
"Of all the fools!" he muttered. "I've been tuk in clean an' clear! She ain't got no pot o' gold, an' never did have! If this ain't jest the worst yet. Abner Balberry, you ought to be kicked full o' holes, and ducked in the pond besides!"
He felt in no mental condition to go back to the house, and so did not return until it was time for supper. He found a good meal awaiting him, and his wife on hand as pert as ever.
"What made you run off?" she demanded. "It wasn't a nice way to do."
"You fooled me about thet pot o' gold," he answered, bluntly.
"I never did, and I want you to stop talking about it, Abner Balberry."
This was said so sharply it fairly made him jump.
"Eh?"
"Did you marry me simply for my money?" she demanded, coming up to him with her hands on her hips.
"N--no!" he stammered.
"Well, then, stop talking about a pot o' gold. I haven't any, and neither have you."
"Ain't you got no money o' your own, Lucy?"
"If I have I'm going to keep it to myself," she answered. "Come to supper."
He sat down and ate in silence. The next day he wanted to speak about money again, but she cut him short.
"I don't want to hear about it," she said, tartly. "I'm your wife, and I am going to do my share, keeping house and helping around. And you have got to do your share, and treat me fairly. I once heard that the first Mrs. Balberry didn't get all that was coming to her--that she had to wear the same dress and bonnet for years. Now, I want to say, right now, that isn't my style. When I want a new dress I want it, and you are going to give it to me."
"Am I?" he said, slowly.
"Yes, you are, Abner Balberry, and if I want spending money you have got to give me that, too. If you don't, I'll quit work and won't do a blessed thing around the house. So there!"
She spoke with such vigor that it made him groan. He felt it in his bones that she meant to have her way.
"I am a-goin' to do my duty," he said, humbly.
"You'd better. If you don't----" and she ended with a shake of her head that meant a great deal.
"She's bound to have her way," he told himself later. "I've got to git used to it, I suppose. Drat the luck, anyway. I wish I had never heard o' thet pot o' gold!"
In a roundabout fas.h.i.+on Abner Balberry had heard that Nat had gone to Buffalo, and then he learned through a man who had been to New York that his nephew was in the metropolis. Abner had often longed to visit New York, and here he saw his opportunity to do so.