The Last Cruise of the Spitfire; or, Luke Foster's Strange Voyage

reated. My uncle's manner towards me was getting harsher every day. If it kept up

rth, but this was just the thing I did not wish to do. My uncle was my guardian, and he was bound to support me. To be sure, the support he gave me was merely a nominal one; but I

ice at such an early hour of the morning? I knew that he disliked early rising, and was pretty well

pened the box containing the letters for the firm. There were quite a han

e of them attrac

rected as

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had received since my parents' death, I looked at it with considerable cur

was still more astonished t

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ted with your father, he spending with your mother six weeks at my country residence in Northampton. We met six years ago in

when such proved to be the case), your future might be an uncertain one. He said he had made a will, appointing his friend, John W. Banker

he shook his head in doubt, and said men were strange, and often acted in a way least expected, which is certainly

a, with which I was closely connected. After the funeral of my mother I took passage for Rio de Janeiro, and it was about two weeks ago that I se

mmediately, and I will see what can be done. I send this letter in care of your uncle because I have not had your

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ce, I read the letter through twice. It will be need

Mr. Stillwell, when he had taken me from the academy, had assured me that that was all past and gone, and I had been delighted to have it so, for it

ct in that capacity? This was a question that worried me not a little. I liked Harry's father very

point of going directly to my uncle for an explanation of the case. But then came the recollection of Mr. Stillwell's

during that time my life had been little better than a continual hardship. The letter brought up the memory of t

Indeed, at that moment I was inclined to think that he would be as well satisfied to see

the whole matter I discovered that in reality I knew very little of my own affairs. I had taken many thi

my letter, and I do not doubt but that he would have opened it. As it was, he knew nothing of

this made my mind revert to Mr. Ira Mason. As I have said, the lawyer had taken a

t once. The letter had fired my curiosity, an

e a storm of anger against me. I determined to wait

busybody, now away to Washington on business, and Mr. Canning, a young man who had been but recently taken in, not s

ive miles out of the city, in New Jersey. There were no clerks but Gus and

made up my mind he was about to lecture me for having taken my time, and I brace

u've got back at l

s,

her a lon

no reply. What

ll," he went on. "To be honest, I

an't please yo

gely. "After your dirty work to-day I

nly putting it

, I didn't muss up the office,

han before, and I could see that he was really angry bec

and left just b

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same, it

crimes off on my son. But it w

to try to reason with him, but hung up my hat a