"I learned it from young Mr. Dixon, but I could hardly believe it. He referred me to Mr. Simeon Fogson, of Scranton, and I have a letter from that gentleman in my hand. You probably will not care to read it."
"I should like very much to read it, Miss Holbrook. I should like to know whether Mr. Fogson tells the truth."
"Here is the letter, then."
Jed read it with conflicting emotions.
Respected Madam:
I am glad to give you the informashun you ask about that young villen Jed Gilman, who ran away from the Poor House some weeks since after a violent assault on me, his offishul guardeen. Words cannot tell you how much trouble I have had with that boy.
Likewise he has been very impident to Mrs. Fogson. The reeson is that he was too much indulged by my predicesors in offis Mr. and Mrs. Avery. I have tried to do my dooty by the boy, but as Squire Dixon, the Overseer will tell you my efforts has been in vane. I am not supprised that your brother was took in by Jed for he is the artfulest boy I ever seen. I hope for the sake of your young nefew's welfare you will discharge him at once and not allow him to corrup his youthful mind.
Yours respectfully,
Simeon Fogson.
"Well," said Miss Holbrook triumphantly, "that doesn't seem to commend you very highly."
"No," answered Jed, returning the letter to the envelope. "It is such a letter as I should expect Mr. Fogson to write."
"Why?"
"Because he is unfit for his place," answered Jed boldly. "He half starves the poor people under his charge, treats them roughly, and is detested by all."
"He says you are impudent and troublesome."