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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Store Boy + +Author: Horatio Alger, Jr. + +Release Date: January 15, 2004 [eBook #10724] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: US-ASCII + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STORE BOY*** + + +E-text prepared by booksmith + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE STORE BOY + </h1> + <h2> + By Horato Alger, Jr. + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I — BEN BARCLAY MEETS A TRAMP </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II — BEN AND HIS MOTHER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III — MRS. BARCLAY'S CALLERS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV — UNPLEASANT BUSINESS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V — PROFESSOR HARRINGTON'S + ENTERTAINMENT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI — TWO YOUNG RIVALS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII — THE TRAMP MAKES ANOTHER CALL + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII — SQUIRE DAVENPORT'S FINANCIAL + OPERATION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX — A PROSPECT OF TROUBLE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X — BEN GOES TO NEW YORK </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI — THE MADISON AVENUE STAGE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII — BEN'S LUCK </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII — A STARTLING EVENT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV — BEN SHOWS HIMSELF A HERO </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV — BEN LOSES HIS PLACE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI — BEN FINDS TEMPORARY + EMPLOYMENT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII — WHAT THE LETTER CONTAINED + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII — FAREWELL TO PENTONVILLE + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX — A COOL RECEPTION </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX — ENTERING UPON HIS DUTIES </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI — AT THE THEATER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII — A MYSTERIOUS LETTER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII — BEN'S VISIT TO THIRTY-FIRST + STREET </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV — BEN ON TRIAL </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV — CONRAD TAKES A BOLD STEP </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI — MR. LYNX, THE DETECTIVE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII — THE TELLTALE TICKET </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII — MRS. HILL'S MALICE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX — SOME UNEXPECTED CHANGES </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX — BEN "GOES WEST" </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI — MR. JACKSON RECEIVES A CALL + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII — BEN SELLS THE FARM </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII — GOOD NEWS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV — CONRAD GOES INTO WALL + STREET </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV — TURNING THE TABLES </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI — A LETTER FROM ROSE GARDINER + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII — BEN'S VISIT TO PENTONVILLE + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XXXVIII — CONCLUSION </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I — BEN BARCLAY MEETS A TRAMP + </h2> + <p> + "Give me a ride?" + </p> + <p> + Ben Barclay checked the horse he was driving and looked attentively at the + speaker. He was a stout-built, dark-complexioned man, with a beard of a + week's growth, wearing an old and dirty suit, which would have reduced any + tailor to despair if taken to him for cleaning and repairs. A loose hat, + with a torn crown, surmounted a singularly ill-favored visage. + </p> + <p> + "A tramp, and a hard looking one!" said Ben to himself. + </p> + <p> + He hesitated about answering, being naturally reluctant to have such a + traveling companion. + </p> + <p> + "Well, what do you say?" demanded the tramp rather impatiently. "There's + plenty of room on that seat, and I'm dead tired." + </p> + <p> + "Where are you going?" asked Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Same way you are—to Pentonville." + </p> + <p> + "You can ride," said Ben, in a tone by means cordial, and he halted his + horse till his unsavory companion climbed into the wagon. + </p> + <p> + They were two miles from Pentonville, and Ben had a prospect of a longer + ride than he desired under the circumstances. His companion pulled out a + dirty clay pipe from his pocket, and filled it with tobacco, and then + explored another pocket for a match. A muttered oath showed that he failed + to find one. + </p> + <p> + "Got a match, boy?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Ben, glad to have escaped the offensive fumes of the pipe. + </p> + <p> + "Just my luck!" growled the tramp, putting back the pipe with a look of + disappointment. "If you had a match now, I wouldn't mind letting you have + a whiff or two. + </p> + <p> + "I don't smoke," answered Ben, hardly able to repress a look of disgust. + </p> + <p> + "So you're a good boy, eh? One of the Sunday school kids that want to be + an angel, hey? Pah!" and the tramp exhibited the disgust which the idea + gave him. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I go to Sunday school," said Ben coldly, feeling more and more + repelled by his companion. + </p> + <p> + "I never went to Sunday school," said his companion. "And I wouldn't. It's + only good for milksops and hypocrites." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think you're any better for not going?" Ben couldn't help asking. + </p> + <p> + "I haven't been so prosperous, if that's what you mean. I'm a + straightforward man, I am. You always know where to find me. There ain't + no piety about me. What are you laughin' at?" + </p> + <p> + "No offense," said Ben. "I believe every word you say." + </p> + <p> + "You'd better. I don't allow no man to doubt my word, nor no boy, either. + Have you got a quarter about you?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Nor a dime? A dime'll do." + </p> + <p> + "I have no money to spare." + </p> + <p> + "I'd pay yer to-morrer." + </p> + <p> + "You'll have to borrow elsewhere; I am working in a store for a very smell + salary, and that I pay over to my mother." + </p> + <p> + "Whose store?" + </p> + <p> + "Simon Crawford's; but you won't know any better for my telling you that, + unless you are acquainted in Pentonville" + </p> + <p> + "I've been through there. Crawford keeps the grocery store." + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "What's your name?" + </p> + <p> + "Ben Barclay," answered our hero, feeling rather annoyed at what he + considered intrusive curiosity. + </p> + <p> + "Barclay?" replied the tramp quickly. "Not John Barclay's son?" + </p> + <p> + It was Ben's turn to be surprised. He was the son of John Barclay, + deceased, but how could his ill-favored traveling companion know that? + </p> + <p> + "Did you know my father?" asked the boy, astonished. + </p> + <p> + "I've heerd his name," answered the tramp, in an evasive tone. + </p> + <p> + "What is your name?" asked Ben, feeling that be had a right to be as + curious as his companion. + </p> + <p> + "I haven't got any visitin' cards with me," answered the tramp dryly. + </p> + <p> + "Nor I; but I told you my name." + </p> + <p> + "All right; I'll tell you mine. You can call me Jack Frost." + </p> + <p> + "I gave you my real name," said Ben significantly. + </p> + <p> + "I've almost forgotten what my real name is," said the tramp. "If you + don't like Jack Frost, you can call me George Washington." + </p> + <p> + Ben laughed. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think that name would suit, he said. George Washington never told + a lie." + </p> + <p> + "What d'ye mean by that?" demanded the tramp, his brow darkening. + </p> + <p> + "I was joking," answered Ben, who did not care to get into difficulty with + such a man. + </p> + <p> + "I'm going to joke a little myself," growled the tramp, as, looking + quickly about him, he observed that they were riding over a lonely section + of the road lined with woods. "Have you got any money about you?" + </p> + <p> + Ben, taken by surprise, would have been glad to answer "No," but he was a + boy of truth, and could not say so truly, though he might have felt + justified in doing so under the circumstances. + </p> + <p> + "Come, I see you have. Give it to me right off or it'll be worse for you." + </p> + <p> + Now it happened that Ben had not less than twenty-five dollars about him. + He had carried some groceries to a remote part of the town, and collected + two bills on the way. All this money he had in a wallet in the pocket on + the other side from the tramp. But the money was not his; it belonged to + his employer, and he was not disposed to give it up without a struggle; + though he knew that in point of strength he was not an equal match for the + man beside him. + </p> + <p> + "You will get no money from me," he answered in a firm tone, though be + felt far from comfortable. + </p> + <p> + "I won't, hey!" growled the tramp. "D'ye think I'm goin' to let a boy like + you get the best of me?" + </p> + <p> + He clutched Ben by the arm, and seemed in a fair way to overcome + opposition by superior strength, when a fortunate idea struck Ben. In his + vest pocket was a silver dollar, which had been taken at the store, but + proving to be counterfeit, had been given to Ben by Mr. Crawford as a + curiosity. + </p> + <p> + This Ben extracted from his pocket, and flung out by the roadside. + </p> + <p> + "If you want it, you'll have to get out and get it," he said. + </p> + <p> + The tramp saw the coin glistening upon the ground, and had no suspicion of + its not being genuine. It was not much—only a dollar—but he + was "dead broke," and it was worth picking up. He had not expected that + Ben had much, and so was not disappointed. + </p> + <p> + "Curse you!" he said, relinquishing his hold upon Ben. "Why couldn't you + give it to me instead of throwing it out there?" + </p> + <p> + "Because," answered Ben boldly, "I didn't want you to have it." + </p> + <p> + "Get out and get it for me!" + </p> + <p> + "I won't!" answered Ben firmly. + </p> + <p> + "Then stop the horse and give me a chance to get out." + </p> + <p> + "I'll do that." + </p> + <p> + Ben brought the horse to a halt, and his unwelcome passenger descended, + much to his relief. He had to walk around the wagon to get at the coin. + Our hero brought down the whip with emphasis on the horse's back and the + animal dashed off at a good rate of speed. + </p> + <p> + "Stop!" exclaimed the tramp, but Ben had no mind to heed his call. + </p> + <p> + "No, my friend, you don't get another chance to ride with me," he said to + himself. + </p> + <p> + The tramp picked up the coin, and his practiced eye detected that it was + bogus. + </p> + <p> + "The young villain!" he muttered angrily. "I'd like to wring his neck. + It's a bad one after all." He looked after the receding team and was half + disposed to follow, but he changed his mind, reflecting, "I can pass it + anyhow." + </p> + <p> + Instead of pursuing his journey, he made his way into the woods, and, + stretching himself out among the underbrush, went to sleep. + </p> + <p> + Half a mile before reaching the store, Ben overtook Rose Gardiner, who had + the reputation of being the prettiest girl in Pendleton—at any rate, + such was Ben's opinion. She looked up and smiled pleasantly at Ben as he + took off his hat. + </p> + <p> + "Shall you attend Prof. Harrington's entertainment at the Town Hall this + evening, Ben?" she asked, after they had interchanged greetings. + </p> + <p> + "I should like to go," answered Ben, "but I am afraid I can't be spared + from the store. Shall you go?" + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't miss it for anything. I hope I shall see you there." + </p> + <p> + "I shall want to go all the more then." answered Ben gallantly. + </p> + <p> + "You say that to flatter me," said the young lady, with an arch smile. + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't," said Ben earnestly. "Won't you get in and ride as far as + the store?" + </p> + <p> + "Would it be proper?" asked Miss Rose demurely. + </p> + <p> + "Of course it would." + </p> + <p> + "Then I'll venture." + </p> + <p> + Ben jumped from the wagon, assisted the young lady in, and the two drove + into the village together. He liked his second passenger considerably + better than the first. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II — BEN AND HIS MOTHER + </h2> + <p> + Ben Barclay, after taking leave of the tramp, lost no time in driving to + the grocery store where he was employed. It was a large country store, + devoted not to groceries alone, but supplies of dry-goods, boots and + shoes, and the leading articles required in the community. There were two + other clerks besides Ben, one the son, another the nephew, of Simon + Crawford, the proprietor. + </p> + <p> + "Did you collect any money, Ben?" asked Simon, who chanced to be standing + at the door when our hero drove up. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; I collected twenty-five dollars, but came near losing it on the + way home." + </p> + <p> + "How was that? I hope you were not careless." + </p> + <p> + "No, except in taking a stranger as a passenger. When we got to that piece + of woods a mile back, he asked me for all the money I had." + </p> + <p> + "A highwayman, and so near Pentonville!" ejaculated Simon Crawford. "What + was he like?" + </p> + <p> + "A regular tramp." + </p> + <p> + "Yet you say you have the money. How did you manage to keep it from him?" + </p> + <p> + Ben detailed the stratagem of which he made use. + </p> + <p> + "You did well," said the storekeeper approvingly. "I must give you a + dollar for the one you sacrificed." + </p> + <p> + "But sir, it was bad money. I couldn't have passed it." + </p> + <p> + "That does not matter. You are entitled to some reward for the courage and + quick wit you displayed. Here is a dollar, and—let me see, there is + an entertainment at the Town Hall this evening, isn't there?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. Prof. Harrington, the magician, gives an entertainment," said + Ben eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "At what time does it commence?" + </p> + <p> + "At eight o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "You may leave the store at half-past seven. That will give you enough + time to get there." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir. I wanted to go to the entertainment, but did not like to + ask for the evening." + </p> + <p> + "You have earned it. Here is the dollar," and Mr. Crawford handed the + money to his young clerk, who received it gratefully. + </p> + <p> + A magical entertainment may be a very common affair to my young readers in + the city, but in a country village it is an event. Pentonville was too + small to have any regular place of amusement, and its citizens were + obliged to depend upon traveling performers, who, from time to time, + engaged the Town Hall. Some time had elapsed since there had been any such + entertainment, and Prof. Harrington was the more likely to be well + patronized. Ben, who had the love of amusement common to boys of his age, + had been regretting the necessity of remaining in the store till nine + o'clock, and therefore losing his share of amusement when, as we have + seen, an opportunity suddenly offered. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad I met the tramp, after all," he said to himself. "He has + brought me luck." + </p> + <p> + At supper he told is mother what had befallen him, but she tool a more + serious view of it than he did. + </p> + <p> + "He might have murdered you, Ben," she said with a shudder. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no; he wouldn't do that. He might have stolen Mr. Crawford's money; + that was the most that was likely to happen." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think there were highwaymen about here. Now I shall be worrying + about you." + </p> + <p> + "Don't do that mother; I don't feel in any danger. Still, if you think it + best, I will carry a pistol." + </p> + <p> + "No, no, Ben! it might go off and kill you. I would rather run the risk of + a highwayman. I wonder if the man is prowling about in the neighborhood + yet?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't think my bogus dollar will carry him very far. By the way, + mother, I must tell yon one strange thing. He asked me if I was John + Barclay's son." + </p> + <p> + "What!" exclaimed Mrs. Barclay, in a tone of great surprise. "Did he know + your name was Barclay?" + </p> + <p> + "Not till I told him. Then it was he asked if I was the son of John + Barclay." + </p> + <p> + "Did he say he knew your father?" + </p> + <p> + "I asked him, but he answered evasively." + </p> + <p> + "He might have seen some resemblance—that is, if he had ever met + your father. Ah! it was a sad day for us all when your poor father died. + We should have been in a very different position," the widow sighed. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mother," said Ben; "but when I get older I will try to supply my + father's place, and relieve you from care and trouble." + </p> + <p> + "You are doing that in a measure now, my dear boy," said Mrs. Barclay + affectionately. "You are a great comfort to me." + </p> + <p> + Ben's answer was to go up to his mother and kiss her. Some boys of his age + are ashamed to show their love for the mother who is devoted to them, but + it a false shame, that does them no credit. + </p> + <p> + "Still, mother, you work too hard," said Ben. "Wait till I am a man, and + you shall not need to work at all." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay had been a widow for five years. Her husband had been a + commercial traveler, but had contracted a fever at Chicago, and died after + a brief illness, without his wife having the satisfaction of ministering + to him in his last days. A small sum due him from his employers was paid + over to his family, but no property was discovered, though his wife had + been under the impression that her husband possessed some. He had never + been in the habit of confiding his business affairs to her, and so, if he + had investments of any kind, she could not learn anything about them. She + found herself, therefore, with no property except a small cottage, worth, + with its quarter acre of land, perhaps fifteen hundred dollars. As Ben was + too small to earn anything, she had been compelled to raise about seven + hundred dollars on mortgage, which by this time had been expended for + living. Now, Ben was earning four dollars a week, and, with her own + earnings, she was able to make both ends meet without further + encroachments upon her scanty property; but the mortgage was a source of + anxiety to her, especially as it was held by Squire Davenport, a lawyer of + considerable means, who was not overscrupulous about the methods by which + he strove to increase his hoards. Should he at any time take it into his + head to foreclose, there was no one to whom Mrs. Barclay could apply to + assume the mortgage, and she was likely to be compelled to sacrifice her + home. He had more than once hinted that he might need the money but as yet + had gone no further. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay had one comfort, however, and a great one. This was a good + son. Ben was always kind to his mother—a bright, popular, promising + boy—and though at present he was unable to earn much, in a few years + he would be able to earn a good income, and then his mother knew that she + would be well provided for. So she did not allow herself to borrow trouble + but looked forward hopefully, thanking God for what He had given her. + </p> + <p> + "Won't you go up to the Town Hall with me, mother?" asked Ben. I am sure + you would enjoy it." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Ben, for wishing me to have a share in your amusements," his + mother replied, "but I have a little headache this evening, and I shall be + better off at home." + </p> + <p> + "It isn't on account of the expense you decline, mother, is it? You know + Mr. Crawford gave me a dollar, and the tickets are but twenty-five cents." + </p> + <p> + "No, it isn't that, Ben. If it were a concert I might be tempted to go in + spite of my headache, but a magical entertainment would not amuse me as + much as it will you." + </p> + <p> + "Just as you think best, mother; but I should like to have you go. You + won't feel lonely, will you?" + </p> + <p> + "I am used to being alone till nine o'clock, when you are at the store." + </p> + <p> + This conversation took place at the supper table. Ben went directly from + the store to the Town Hall, where he enjoyed himself as much as he + anticipated. If he could have foreseen how his mother was to pass that + evening, it would have destroyed all is enjoyment. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III — MRS. BARCLAY'S CALLERS + </h2> + <p> + About half-past eight o'clock Mrs. Barclay sat with her work in her hand. + Her headache was better, but she did not regret not having accompanied Ben + to the Town Hall. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad Ben is enjoying himself," she thought, "but I would rather stay + quietly at home. Poor boy! he works hard enough, and needs recreation now + and then." + </p> + <p> + Just then a knock was heard at the outside door. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder who it can be?" thought the widow. "I supposed everybody would + be at the Town Hall. It may be Mrs. Perkins come to borrow something." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Perkins was a neighbor much addicted to borrowing, which was rather + disagreeable, but might have been more easily tolerated but that she + seldom returned the articles lent. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay went to the door and opened it, fully expecting to see her + borrowing neighbor. A very different person met her view. The ragged hat, + the ill-looking face, the neglected attire, led her to recognize the tramp + whom Ben had described to her as having attempted to rob him in the + afternoon. Terrified, Mrs. Barclay's first impulse was to shut the door + and bolt it. But her unwelcome visitor was too quick for her. Thrusting + his foot into the doorway, he interposed an effectual obstacle in the way + of shutting the door. + </p> + <p> + "No, you don't, ma'am!" he said, with as laugh. "I understand your little + game. You want to shut me out." + </p> + <p> + "What do you want?" asked the widow apprehensively. + </p> + <p> + "What do I want?" returned the tramp. "Well, to begin with, I want + something to eat—and drink," he added, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + "Why don't you go to the tavern?" asked Mrs. Barclay, anxious for him to + depart. + </p> + <p> + "Well, I can't afford it. All the money I've got is a bogus dollar your + rogue of a son gave me this afternoon." + </p> + <p> + "You stole it from him," said the widow indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "What's the odds if I did. It ain't of no value. Come, haven't you + anything to eat in the house? I'm hungry as a wolf." + </p> + <p> + "And you look like one!" thought Mrs. Barclay, glancing at his + unattractive features; but she did not dare to say it. + </p> + <p> + There seemed no way of refusing, and she was glad to comply with his + request, if by so doing she could soon get rid of him. + </p> + <p> + "Stay here," she said, "and I'll bring you some bread and butter and cold + meat." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, I'd rather come in," said the tramp, and he pushed his way + through the partly open door. + </p> + <p> + She led the way uneasily into the kitchen just in the rear of the sitting + room where she had been seated. + </p> + <p> + "I wish Ben was here," she said to herself, with sinking heart. + </p> + <p> + The tramp seated himself at the kitchen table, while Mrs. Barclay, going + to the pantry, brought out part of a loaf of bread, and butter, and a few + slices of cold beef, which she set before him. Without ceremony he + attacked the viands and ate as if half famished. When about half through, + he turned to the widow, and asked: + </p> + <p> + "Haven't you some whisky in the house?" + </p> + <p> + "I never keep any," answered Mrs. Barclay. + </p> + <p> + "Rum or gin, then?" I ain't partic'lar. I want something to warm me up." + </p> + <p> + "I keep no liquor of any kind. I don't approve of drink, or want Ben to + touch it." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you belong to the cold water army, do you?" said the tramp with a + sneer. "Give me some coffee, then." + </p> + <p> + "I have no fire, and cannot prepare any." + </p> + <p> + "What have you got, then?" demanded than unwelcome guest impatiently. + </p> + <p> + "I can give you a glass of excellent well water." + </p> + <p> + "[illegible] Do you want to choke me?" returned the tramp in disgust. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose I mix you some molasses and water," suggested the widow, anxious + to propitiate her dangerous guest. + </p> + <p> + "Humph! Well, that will do, if you've got nothing better. Be quick about + it, for my throat is parched." + </p> + <p> + As soon as possible the drink was prepared and set beside his plate. He + drained it at a draught, and called for a second glass, which was supplied + him. Presently, for all things must have an end, the tramp's appetite + seemed to be satisfied. He threw himself back in his chair, stretched his + legs, and, with his hands in his pockets, fixed his eyes on the widow. + </p> + <p> + "I feel better," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear it," said Mrs. Barclay. "Now, if you'll be kind enough, + leave the house, for I expect Ben back before long." + </p> + <p> + "And you don't want him to get hurt," laughed the tramp. "Well, I do owe + him a flogging for a trick he played on me." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, pray, go away!" said Mrs. Barclay, apprehensively. "I have given you + some supper, and that ought to satisfy you." + </p> + <p> + "I can't go away till I've talked to you a little on business." + </p> + <p> + "Business! What business can you have with me?" + </p> + <p> + "More than you think. You are the widow of John Barclay, ain't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; did you know my husband?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; that is, I saw something of him just before he died." + </p> + <p> + "Can you tell me anything about his last moments?" asked the widow, + forgetting the character of her visitor, and only thinking of her husband. + </p> + <p> + "No, that isn't in my line. I ain't a doctor nor yet a minister. I say, + did he leave any money?" + </p> + <p> + "Not that we have been able to find out. He owned this hone, but left no + other property." + </p> + <p> + "That you know of," said the tramp, significantly. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know of any?" asked Mrs. Barclay eagerly. "How did you happen to + know him?" + </p> + <p> + "I was the barkeeper in the hotel where he died. It was a small house, not + one of your first-class hotels." + </p> + <p> + "My husband was always careful of his expenses. He did not spend money + unnecessarily. With his prudence we all thought he must have some + investments, but we could discover none." + </p> + <p> + "Have you got any money in the house?" asked the tramp, with seeming + abruptness. + </p> + <p> + "Why do you ask?" returned the widow, alarmed. "Surely, you would not rob + me?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't want to rob you. I want to sell you something." + </p> + <p> + "I don't care to buy. It takes all our money for necessary expenses." + </p> + <p> + "You don't ask what I have to sell." + </p> + <p> + "No, because I cannot buy it, whatever it may be." + </p> + <p> + "It is—a secret," said the tramp. + </p> + <p> + "A secret!" repeated Mrs. Barclay, bewildered. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, and a secret worth buying. Your husband wasn't so poor as you think. + He left stock and papers representing three thousand dollars, and I am the + only man who can put you in the way of getting it." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay was about to express her surprise, when a loud knock was head + at the outer door. + </p> + <p> + "Who's that?" demanded the tramp quickly. "Is it the boy?" + </p> + <p> + "No, he would not knock." + </p> + <p> + "Then, let me get out of this," he said, leaping to his feet. "Isn't there + a back door?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, there it is." + </p> + <p> + He hurried to the door, unbolted it, and made his escape into the open + beyond the house, just as the knock was repeated. + </p> + <p> + Confused by what she had heard, and the strange conduct of her visitor, + the widow took the lamp and went to the door. To her surprise she found on + opening it, two visitors, in one of whom she recognized Squire Davenport, + already referred to as holding a mortgage on her house. The other was a + short, dark-complexioned man, who looked like a mechanic. + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me the lateness of my call, Mrs. Barclay," said the squire + smoothly. "I come on important business. This is Mr. Kirk, a cousin of my + wife." + </p> + <p> + "Walk in, gentlemen," said Mrs. Barclay. + </p> + <p> + "This is night of surprises," she thought to herself. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV — UNPLEASANT BUSINESS + </h2> + <p> + It was now nine o'clock, rather a late hour for callers in the country, + and Mrs. Barclay waited not without curiosity to hear the nature of the + business which had brought her two visitors at that time. + </p> + <p> + "Take seats, gentlemen," she said, with the courtesy habitual to her. + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport, who was disposed to consider that he had a right to the + best of everything, seated himself in the rocking-chair, and signed his + companion to a cane chair beside him. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Kirk," he commenced, "is thinking of coming to Pentonville to live." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear it," said Mrs. Barclay politely. Perhaps she would not + have said this if she had known what was coming next. + </p> + <p> + "He is a carpenter," continued the squire, "and, as we have none in the + village except old Mr. Wade, who is superannuated, I think he will find + enough to do to keep him busy." + </p> + <p> + "I should think so," assented the widow. + </p> + <p> + "If he does not, I can employ him a part of the time on my land." + </p> + <p> + "What has all this to do with me?" thought Mrs. Barclay. + </p> + <p> + She soon learned. + </p> + <p> + "Of course he will need a house," pursued the squire, "and as his family + is small, he thinks this house will just suit him." + </p> + <p> + "But I don't wish to sell," said the widow hurriedly. "I need this house + for Ben and myself." + </p> + <p> + "You could doubtless find other accommodations. I dare say you could hire + a couple of rooms from Elnathan Perkins." + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't live in that old shell," said Mrs. Barclay rather indignantly, + "and I am sure Ben wouldn't." + </p> + <p> + "I apprehend Benjamin will have no voice in the matter," said Squire + Davenport stiffly. "He is only a boy." + </p> + <p> + "He is my main support, and my main adviser," said Mrs. Barclay, with + spirit, "and I shall not take any step which is disagreeable to him." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Kirk looked disappointed, but the squire gave him an assuring look, as + the widow could see. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you may change your mind," said the squire significantly. "I am + under the impression that I hold a mortgage on this property." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir," assented Mrs. Barclay apprehensively. + </p> + <p> + "For the sum of seven hundred dollars, if I am not mistaken." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I shall have need of this money for other purposes, and will trouble you + to take it up." + </p> + <p> + "I was to have three months' notice," said the widow, with a troubled + look. + </p> + <p> + "I will give you three months' notice to-night," said the squire. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know where to raise the money," faltered Mrs. Barclay. + </p> + <p> + "Then you had better sell to my friend here. He will assume the mortgage + and pay you three hundred dollars." + </p> + <p> + "But that will be only a thousand dollars for the place." + </p> + <p> + "A very fair price, in my opinion, Mrs. Barclay." + </p> + <p> + "I have always considered it worth fifteen hundred dollars," said the + widow, very much disturbed. + </p> + <p> + "A fancy price, my dear madam; quite an absurd price, I assure you. What + do you say, Kirk?" + </p> + <p> + "I quite agree with you, squire," said Kirk, in a strong, nasal tone. "But + then, women don't know anything of business." + </p> + <p> + "I know that you and your cousin are trying to take advantage of my + poverty," said Mrs. Barclay bitterly. "If you are a carpenter, why don't + you build a house for yourself, instead of trying to deprive me of mine?" + </p> + <p> + "That's my business," said Kirk rudely. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Kirk cannot spare the time to build at present," said the squire. + </p> + <p> + "Then why doesn't he hire rooms from Elnathan Perkins, as you just + recommended to me?" + </p> + <p> + "They wouldn't suit him," said the squire curtly. "He has set his mind on + this house." + </p> + <p> + "Squire Davenport," said Mrs. Barclay, in a softened voice, "I am sure you + cannot understand what you ask of me when you seek to take my home and + turn me adrift. Here I lived with my poor husband; here my boy was born. + During my married life I have had no other home. It is a humble dwelling, + but it has associations and charms for me which it can never have for no + one else. Let Mr. Kirk see some other house and leave me undisturbed in + mine." + </p> + <p> + "Humph!" said the squire, shrugging his shoulders; "you look upon the + matter from a sentimental point of view. That is unwise. It is simply a + matter of business. You speak of the house as yours. In reality, it is + more mine than yours, for I have a major interest in it. Think over my + proposal coolly, and you will see that you are unreasonable. Mr. Kirk may + be induced to give you a little more—say three hundred and fifty + dollars—over and above the mortgage, which, as I said before, he is + willing assume." + </p> + <p> + "How does it happen that you are willing to let the mortgage remain, if he + buys, when you want the money for other purposes?" asked the widow keenly. + </p> + <p> + "He is a near relative of my wife, and that makes the difference, I + apprehend." + </p> + <p> + "Well, madam, what do you say?" asked Kirk briskly. + </p> + <p> + "I say this, that I will keep the house if I can." + </p> + <p> + "You needn't expect that I will relent," said the squire hastily. + </p> + <p> + "I do not, for I see there is no consideration in your heart for a poor + widow; but I cannot help thinking that Providence will raise up some kind + friend who will buy the mortgage, or in some other way will enable me to + save my home." + </p> + <p> + You are acting very foolishly, Mrs. Barclay, as you will realize in time. + I give you a week in which to change your mind. Till then my friend Kirk's + offer stands good. After that I cannot promise. If the property sold at + auction I shouldn't he surprised if it did not fetch more than the amount + of my lien upon it." + </p> + <p> + "I will trust in Providence, Squire Davenport." + </p> + <p> + "Providence won't pay off your mortgage, ma'am," said Kirk, with a coarse + laugh. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay did not answer. She saw that he was a man of coarse fiber and + did not care to notice him. + </p> + <p> + "Come along, Kirk," said the squire. "I apprehend she will be all right + after a while. Mrs. Barclay will see her own interest when she comes to + reflect." + </p> + <p> + "Good-evening, ma'am," said Kirk. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay inclined her head slowly, but did not reply. + </p> + <p> + When the two had left the house she sank into a chair and gave herself to + painful thoughts. She had known that Squire Davenport had the right to + dispossess her, but had not supposed he would do so as long as she paid + the interest regularly. In order to do this, she and Ben had made earnest + efforts, and denied themselves all but the barest necessities. Thus far + she had succeeded. The interest on seven hundred dollars at six per cent. + had amounted to forty-two dollars, and this was a large sum to pay, but + thus far they had always had it ready. That Squire Davenport, with his own + handsome mansion, would fix covetous eyes on her little home, she had not + anticipated, but it had come to pass. + </p> + <p> + As to raising seven hundred dollars to pay off the mortgage, or induce any + capitalist to furnish it, she feared it would be quite impossible. + </p> + <p> + She anxiously waited for Ben's return from the Town Hall in order to + consult with him. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V — PROFESSOR HARRINGTON'S ENTERTAINMENT + </h2> + <p> + Meanwhile Ben Barclay was enjoying himself at Professor Harrington's + entertainment. He was at the Town Hall fifteen minutes before the time, + and secured a seat very near the stage, or, perhaps it will be more + correct to say, the platform. He had scarcely taken his seat when, to his + gratification, Rose Gardiner entered the hall and sat down beside him. + </p> + <p> + "Good-evening, Ben," she said pleasantly. "So you came, after all." + </p> + <p> + Ben's face flushed with pleasure, for Rose Gardiner was, as we have said, + the prettiest girl in Pentonville, and for this reason, as well as for her + agreeable manners, was an object of attraction to the boys, who, while too + young to be in love, were not insensible to the charms of a pretty face. I + may add that Rose was the niece of the Rev. Mr. Gardiner, the minister of + the leading church in the village. + </p> + <p> + "Good-evening, Rose," responded Ben, who was too well acquainted with the + young lady to address her more formally; "I am glad to be in such + company." + </p> + <p> + "I wish I could return the compliment," answered Rose, with a saucy smile. + </p> + <p> + "Don't be too severe," said Ben, "or you will hurt my feelings." + </p> + <p> + "That would be a pity, surely; but how do do you happen to get off this + evening? I thought you spent your evenings at the store." + </p> + <p> + "So I do, generally, but I was excused this evening for a special reason," + and then he told of his adventure with the tramp. + </p> + <p> + Rose listened with eager attention. + </p> + <p> + "Weren't you terribly frightened?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Ben, adding, with a smile: "Even if I had been, I shouldn't + like to confess it." + </p> + <p> + "I should have been so frightened that I would have screamed," continued + the young lady. + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think of that," said Ben, amused. "I'll remember it next time." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, now I know you are laughing at me. Tell me truly, weren't you + frightened?" + </p> + <p> + "I was only afraid I would lose Mr. Crawford's money. The tramp was + stronger than I, and could have taken it from me if he had known I had + it." + </p> + <p> + "You tricked him nicely. Where did he go? Do you think he is still in + town?" + </p> + <p> + "He went into the woods. I don't think he is in the village. He would be + afraid of being arrested." + </p> + <p> + At that very moment the tramp was in Ben's kitchen, but of that Ben had no + idea. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what I should do if I met him," said Rose. "You see I came + alone. Aunt couldn't come with me, and uncle, being a minister, doesn't + care for such things." + </p> + <p> + "Then I hope you'll let me see you home," said Ben gallantly. + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't like to trouble you," said Rose, with a spice of coquetry. "It + will take you out of your way." + </p> + <p> + "I don't mind that," said Ben eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Besides there won't be any need. You say the tramp isn't in the village." + </p> + <p> + "On second thoughts, I think it very likely he is," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "If you really think so—" commenced Rose, with cunning hesitation. + </p> + <p> + "I feel quite sure of it. He's a terrible looking fellow." + </p> + <p> + Rose smiled to herself. She meant all the time to accept Ben's escort, for + he was a bright, attractive boy, and she liked his society. + </p> + <p> + "Then perhaps I had better accept your offer, but I am sorry to give you + so much trouble." + </p> + <p> + "No trouble at all," said Ben promptly. + </p> + <p> + Just then Prof. Harrington came forward and made his introductory speech. + </p> + <p> + "For my first experiment, ladies and gentlemen," he said, when this was + over, "I should like a pocket handkerchief." + </p> + <p> + A countrified-looking young man on the front seat, anxious to share in the + glory of the coming trick, produced a flaming red bandanna from his pocket + and tendered it with outstretched hand. + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind," said the professor, "but this will hardly answer my + purpose. I should prefer a linen handkerchief. Will some young lady oblige + me?" + </p> + <p> + "Let him have yours, Rose," suggested Ben. + </p> + <p> + Rose had no objection, and it was passed to the professor. + </p> + <p> + "The young lady will give me leave to do what I please with the + handkerchief?" asked the professor. + </p> + <p> + Rose nodded assent. + </p> + <p> + "Then," said the professor, "I will see if it is proof against fire." + </p> + <p> + He deliberately unfolded it, crushed it in his hand, and then held it in + the flame of a candle. + </p> + <p> + Rose uttered a low ejaculation. + </p> + <p> + "That's the last of your handkerchief, Rose," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "You made me give it to him. You must buy me another," said the young + lady. + </p> + <p> + "So I will, if you don't get it back safe." + </p> + <p> + "How can I?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. Perhaps the professor does," answered Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Really," said the professor, contemplating the handkerchief regretfully. + "I am afraid I have destroyed the handkerchief; I hope the young lady will + pardon me." + </p> + <p> + He looked at Rose, but she made no sign. She felt a little disturbed, for + it was a fine handkerchief, given her by her aunt. + </p> + <p> + "I see the young lady is annoyed," continued the magician. "In that case I + must try to repair damages. I made a little mistake in supposing the + handkerchief to be noncombustible. However, perhaps matters are not so bad + as they seem." + </p> + <p> + He tossed the handkerchief behind a screen, and moved forward to a table + on which was a neat box. Taking a small key from his pocket, he unlocked + it and drew forth before the astonished eyes of his audience the + handkerchief intact. + </p> + <p> + "I believe this is your handkerchief, is it not?" he asked, stepping down + from the platform and handing it back to Rose. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Rose, in amazement, examining it carefully, and unable to + detect any injury. + </p> + <p> + "And it is in as good condition as when you gave it to me?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "So much the better. Then I shall not be at the expense of buying a new + one. Young man, have you any objections to lending me your hat?" + </p> + <p> + This question was addressed to Ben. + </p> + <p> + "No, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I will promise not to burn it, as I did the young lady's + handkerchief. You are sure there is nothing in it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + By this time the magician had reached the platform. + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry to doubt the young gentleman's word," said the professor, "but + I will charitably believe he is mistaken. Perhaps he forgot these articles + when he said it was empty," and he drew forth a couple of potatoes and + half a dozen onions from the hat and laid them on the table. + </p> + <p> + There was a roar of laughter from the audience, and Ben looked rather + confused, especially when Rose turned to him and, laughing, said: + </p> + <p> + "You've been robbing Mr. Crawford, I am afraid, Ben." + </p> + <p> + "The young gentleman evidently uses his hat for a market-basket," + proceeded the professor. "Rather a strange taste, but this is a free + country. But what have we here?" + </p> + <p> + Out came a pair of stockings, a napkin and a necktie. + </p> + <p> + "Very convenient to carry your wardrobe about with you," said the + professor, "though it is rather curious taste to put them with vegetables. + But here is something else," and the magician produced a small kitten, who + regarded the audience with startled eyes and uttered a timid moan. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Ben! let me have that pretty kitten," said Rose. + </p> + <p> + "It's none of mine!" said Ben, half annoyed, half amused. + </p> + <p> + "I believe there is nothing more," said the professor. + </p> + <p> + He carried back the hat to Ben, and gave it to him with the remark: + </p> + <p> + "Young man, you may call for your vegetables and other articles after the + entertainment." + </p> + <p> + "You are welcome to them," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you; you are very liberal." + </p> + <p> + When at length the performance was over, Ben and Rose moved toward the + door. As Rose reached the outer door, a boy about Ben's age, but + considerably better dressed, stepped up to her and said, with a + consequential air: + </p> + <p> + "I will see you home, Miss Gardiner." + </p> + <p> + "Much obliged, Mr. Davenport," said Rose, "but I have accepted Ben's + escort." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI — TWO YOUNG RIVALS + </h2> + <p> + Tom Davenport, for it was the son of Squire Davenport who had offered his + escort to Rose, glanced superciliously at our hero. + </p> + <p> + "I congratulate you on having secured a grocer's boy as escort," he said + in a tone of annoyance. + </p> + <p> + Ben's fist contracted, and he longed to give the pretentious aristocrat a + lesson, but he had the good sense to wait for the young lady's reply. + </p> + <p> + "I accept your congratulations, Mr. Davenport," said Rose coldly. "I have + no desire to change my escort." + </p> + <p> + Tom Davenport laughed derisively, and walked away. + </p> + <p> + "I'd like to box his ears," said Ben, reddening. + </p> + <p> + "He doesn't deserve your notice, Ben," said Rose, taking his arm. + </p> + <p> + But Ben was not easily appeased. + </p> + <p> + "Just because his father is a rich man," he resumed. + </p> + <p> + "He presumes upon it," interrupted Rose, good-naturedly. "Well, let him. + That's his chief claim to consideration, and it is natural for him to make + the most of it." + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, I hope that can't be said of me," returned Ben, his brow + clearing. "If I had nothing but money to be proud of, I should be very + poorly off." + </p> + <p> + "You wouldn't object to it, though." + </p> + <p> + "No, I hope, for mother's sake, some day to be rich." + </p> + <p> + "Most of our rich men were once poor boys," said Rose quietly. "I have a + book of biographies at home, and I find that not only rich men, but men + distinguished in other ways, generally commenced in poverty." + </p> + <p> + "I wish you'd lend me that book," said Ben. "Sometimes I get despondent + and that will give me courage." + </p> + <p> + "You shall have it whenever you call at the house. But you mustn't think + too much of getting money." + </p> + <p> + "I don't mean to; but I should like to make my mother comfortable. I don't + see much chance of it while I remain a 'grocer's boy,' as Tom Davenport + calls me." + </p> + <p> + "Better be a grocer's boy than spend your time in idleness, as Tom does." + </p> + <p> + "Tom thinks it beneath him to work." + </p> + <p> + "If his father had been of the sane mind when he was a boy, he would never + have become a rich man." + </p> + <p> + "Was Squire Davenport a poor boy?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, so uncle told me the other day. When he was a boy he worked on a + farm. I don't know how he made his money, but I presume he laid the + foundation of his wealth by hard work. So, Tom hasn't any right to look + down upon those who are beginning now as his father began." + </p> + <p> + They had by this time traversed half the distance from the Town Hall to + the young lady's home. The subject of conversation was changed and they + began to talk about the evening's entertainment. At length they reached + the minister's house. + </p> + <p> + "Won't you come in, Ben?" asked Rose. + </p> + <p> + "Isn't it too late?" + </p> + <p> + "No, uncle always sits up late reading, and will be glad to see you." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will come in for a few minutes." + </p> + <p> + Ben's few minutes extended to three-quarters of an hour. When he came out, + the moon was obscured and it was quite dark. Ben had not gone far when he + heard steps behind him, and presently a hand was laid on his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + "Hello, boy!" said a rough voice. + </p> + <p> + Ben started, and turning suddenly, recognized in spite of the darkness, + the tramp who had attempted to rob him during the day. He paused, + uncertain whether he was not going to be attacked, but the tramp laughed + reassuringly. + </p> + <p> + "Don't be afraid, boy," he said. "I owe you some money, and here it is." + </p> + <p> + He pressed into the hand of the astonished Ben the dollar which our hero + had given him. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think it will do me any good," he said. "I've given it back, and + now you can't say I robbed you." + </p> + <p> + "You are a strange man," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I'm not so bad as I look," said the tramp. "Some day I may do you a + service. I'm goin' out of town to-night, and you'll hear from me again + some time." + </p> + <p> + He turned swiftly, and Ben lost sight of him. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII — THE TRAMP MAKES ANOTHER CALL + </h2> + <p> + My readers will naturally be surprised at the tramp's restitution of a + coin, which, though counterfeit, he would probably have managed to pass, + but this chapter will throw some light on his mysterious conduct. + </p> + <p> + When he made a sudden exit from Mrs. Barclay's house, upon the appearance + of the squire and his friend, he did not leave the premises, but posted + himself at a window, slightly open, of the room in which the widow + received her new visitors. He listened with a smile to the squire's + attempt to force Mrs. Barclay to sell her house. + </p> + <p> + "He's a sly old rascal!" thought the tramp. "I'll put a spoke in his + wheel." + </p> + <p> + When the squire and his wife's cousin left the house, the tramp followed + at a little distance. Not far from the squire's handsome residence Kirk + left him, and the tramp then came boldly forward. + </p> + <p> + "Good-evenin'," he said familiarly. + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport turned sharply, and as his eye fell on the + unprepossessing figure, he instinctively put his hand in the pocket in + which he kept his wallet. + </p> + <p> + "Who are you?" he demanded apprehensively. + </p> + <p> + "I ain't a thief, and you needn't fear for your wallet," was the reply. + </p> + <p> + "Let me pass, fellow! I can do nothing for you." + </p> + <p> + "We'll see about that!" + </p> + <p> + "Do you threaten me?" asked Squire Davenport, in alarm. + </p> + <p> + "Not at all; but I've got some business with you—some important + business." + </p> + <p> + "Then call to-morrow forenoon," said Davenport, anxious to get rid of his + ill-looking acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + "That won't do; I want to leave town tonight." + </p> + <p> + "That's nothing to me." + </p> + <p> + "It may be," said the tramp significantly. "I want to speak to you about + the husband of the woman you called on to-night." + </p> + <p> + "The husband of Mrs. Barclay! Why, he is dead!" ejaculated the squire, in + surprise. + </p> + <p> + "That is true. Do you know whether he left any property?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I believe not." + </p> + <p> + "That's what I want to talk about. You'd better see me to-night." + </p> + <p> + There was significance in the tone of the tramp, and Squire Davenport + looked at him searchingly. + </p> + <p> + "Why don't you go and see Mrs. Barclay about this matter?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I may, but I think you'd better see me first." + </p> + <p> + By this time they had reached the Squire's gate. + </p> + <p> + "Come in," he said briefly. + </p> + <p> + The squire led the way into a comfortable sitting room, and his rough + visitor followed him. By the light of an astral lamp Squire Davenport + looked at him. + </p> + <p> + "Did I ever see you before?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Probably not." + </p> + <p> + "Then I don't see what business we can have together. I am tired, and wish + to go to bed." + </p> + <p> + "I'll come to business at once, then. When John Barclay died in Chicago, a + wallet was found in his pocket, and in that wallet was a promissory note + for a thousand dollars, signed by you. I suppose you have paid that sum to + the widow?" + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport was the picture of dismay. He had meanly ignored the + note, with the intention of cheating Mrs. Barclay. He had supposed it was + lost, yet here, after some years, appeared a man who knew of it. As Mr. + Barclay had been reticent about his business affairs, he had never told + his wife about having deposited this sum with Squire Davenport, and of + this fact the squire had meanly taken advantage. + </p> + <p> + "What proof have you of this strange and improbable story?" asked the + squire, after a nervous pause. + </p> + <p> + "The best of proof," answered the tramp promptly. "The note was found and + is now in existence." + </p> + <p> + "Who holds it—that is, admitting for a moment the truth of your + story?" + </p> + <p> + "I do; it is in my pocket at this moment." + </p> + <p> + At this moment Tom Davenport opened the door of the apartment, and stared + in open-eyed amazement at his father's singular visitor. + </p> + <p> + "Leave the room, Tom," said his father hastily. "This man is consulting me + on business." + </p> + <p> + "Is that your son, squire?" asked the tramp, with a familiar nod. "He's + quite a young swell." + </p> + <p> + "What business can my father have with such a cad?" thought Tom, + disgusted. + </p> + <p> + Tom was pleased, nevertheless, at being taken for "a young swell." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII — SQUIRE DAVENPORT'S FINANCIAL OPERATION + </h2> + <p> + Squire Davenport was a thoroughly respectable man in the estimation of the + community. That such a man was capable of defrauding a poor widow, + counting on her ignorance, would have plunged all his friends and + acquaintances into the profoundest amazement. + </p> + <p> + Yet this was precisely what the squire had done. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Barclay, who had prospered beyond his wife's knowledge, found himself + seven years before in possession of a thousand dollars in hard cash. + Knowing that the squire had a better knowledge of suitable investments + than he, he went to him one day and asked advice. Now, the squire was fond + of money. When he saw the ample roll of bank notes which his neighbor took + from his wallet, he felt a desire to possess them. They would not be his, + to be sure, but merely to have them under his control seemed pleasant. So + he said: + </p> + <p> + "Friend Barclay, I should need time to consider that question. Are you in + a hurry?" + </p> + <p> + "I should like to get the money out of my possession. I might lose it or + have it stolen. Besides, I don't want my wife to discover that I have it." + </p> + <p> + "It might make her extravagant, perhaps," suggested the squire. + </p> + <p> + "No, I am not afraid of that; but I want some day to surprise her by + letting her see that I am a richer man than she thinks." + </p> + <p> + "Very judicious! Then no one knows that you have the money?" + </p> + <p> + "No one; I keep my business to myself." + </p> + <p> + "You are a wise man. I'll tell you what I will do, friend Barclay. While I + am not prepared to recommend any particular investment, I will take the + money and give you my note for it, agreeing to pay six per cent. interest. + Of course I shall invest it in some way, and I may gain or I may lose, but + even if I do lose you will be safe, for you will have my note, and will + receive interest semi-annually." + </p> + <p> + The proposal struck Mr. Barclay quite favorably. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose I can have the money when I want it again?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, certainly! I may require a month's notice to realize on securities; + but if I have the money in bank I won't even ask that." + </p> + <p> + "Then take the money, squire, and give me the note." + </p> + <p> + So, in less than five minutes, the money found its way into Squire + Davenport's strong box, and Mr. Barclay left the squire's presence well + satisfied with his note of hand in place of his roll of greenbacks. + </p> + <p> + Nearly two years passed. Interest was paid punctually three times, and + another payment was all but due when the unfortunate creditor died in + Chicago. Then it was that a terrible temptation assailed Squire Davenport. + No one knew of the trust his neighbor had reposed in him—not even + his wife. Of course, if the note was found in his pocket, all would be + known. But perhaps it would not be known. In that case, the thousand + dollars and thirty dollars interest might be retained without anyone being + the wiser. + </p> + <p> + It is only fair to say that Squire Davenport's face flushed with shame as + the unworthy thought came to him, but still he did not banish it. He + thought the matter over, and the more he thought the more unwilling he was + to give up this sum, which all at once had become dearer to him than all + the rest of his possessions. + </p> + <p> + "I'll wait to see whether the note is found," he said to himself. "Of + course, if it is, I will pay it—" That is, he would pay it if he + were obliged to do it. + </p> + <p> + Poor Barclay was buried in Chicago—it would have been too expensive + to bring on the body—and pretty soon it transpired that he had left + no property, except the modest cottage in which his widow and son + continued to live. + </p> + <p> + Poor Mrs. Barclay! Everybody pitied her, and lamented her straitened + circumstances. Squire Davenport kept silence, and thought, with guilty + joy, "They haven't found the note; I can keep the money, and no one will + be the wiser!" + </p> + <p> + How a rich man could have been guilty of such consummate meaness I will + not undertake to explain, but "the love of money is the root of evil," and + Squire Davenport had love of money in no common measure. + </p> + <p> + Five years passed. Mrs. Barclay was obliged to mortgage her house to + obtain the means of living, and the very man who supplied her with the + money was the very man whom her husband had blindly trusted. She little + dreamed that it was her own money he was doling out to her. + </p> + <p> + In fact, Squire Davenport himself had almost forgotten it. He had come to + consider the thousand dollars and interest fully and absolutely his own, + and had no apprehension that his mean fraud would ever be discovered. Like + a thunderbolt, then, came to him the declaration of his unsavory visitor + that the note was in existence, and was in the hands of a man who meant to + use it. Smitten with sudden panic, he stared in the face of the tramp. But + he was not going to give up without a struggle. + </p> + <p> + "You are evidently trying to impose upon me," he said, mentally bracing + up. "You wish to extort money from me." + </p> + <p> + "So I do," said the tramp quietly. + </p> + <p> + "Ha! you admit it?" exclaimed the squire. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly; I wouldn't have taken the trouble to come here at great + expense and inconvenience if I hadn't been expecting to make some money." + </p> + <p> + "Then you have come to the wrong person; I repeat it, you've come to the + wrong person!" said the squire, straightening his back and eying his + companion sternly. + </p> + <p> + "I begin to think I have," assented the visitor. + </p> + <p> + "Ha! he weakens!" thought Squire Davenport. "My good man, I recommend you + to turn over a new leaf, and seek to earn an honest living, instead of + trying to levy blackmail on men of means." + </p> + <p> + "An honest living!" repeated the tramp, with a laugh. "This advice comes + well from you." + </p> + <p> + Once more the squire felt uncomfortable and apprehensive. + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand you," he said irritably. "However, as you yourself + admit, you have come to the wrong person." + </p> + <p> + "Just so," said the visitor, rising. "I now go to the right person." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" asked Squire Davenport, in alarm. + </p> + <p> + "I mean that I ought to have gone to Mrs. Barclay." + </p> + <p> + "Sit down, sit down!" said the squire nervously. "You mustn't do that." + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" demanded the tramp, looking him calmly in the face. + </p> + <p> + "Because it would disturb her mind, and excite erroneous thoughts and + expectations." + </p> + <p> + "She would probably be willing to give me a good sum for bringing it to + her, say, the overdue interest. That alone, in five years and a half, + would amount to over three hundred dollars, even without compounding." + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport groaned in spirit. It was indeed true! He must pay away + over thirteen hundred dollars, and his loss in reputation would be even + greater than his loss of money. + </p> + <p> + "Can't we compromise this thing?" he stammered. "I don't admit the + genuineness of the note, but if such a claim were made, it would seriously + annoy me. I am willing to give you, say, fifty dollars, if you will + deliver up the pretended note." + </p> + <p> + "It won't do, squire. Fifty dollars won't do! I won't take a cent less + than two hundred, and that is only about half the interest you would have + to pay." + </p> + <p> + "You speak as if the note were genuine," said the squire uncomfortably. + </p> + <p> + "You know whether it is or not," said the tramp significantly. "At any + rate, we won't talk about that. You know my terms." + </p> + <p> + In the end Squire Davenport paid over two hundred dollars, and received + back the note, which after a hasty examination, he threw into the fire. + </p> + <p> + "Now," he said roughly, "get out of my house, you—forger." + </p> + <p> + "Good-evening, squire," said the tramp, laughing and nodding to the + discomfited squire. "We may meet again, some time." + </p> + <p> + "If you come here again, I will set the dog on you." + </p> + <p> + "So much the worse for the dog! Well, good-night! I have enjoyed my + interview—hope you have." + </p> + <p> + "Impudent scoundrel!" said the squire to himself. "I hope he will swing + some day!" + </p> + <p> + But, as he thought over what had happened, he found comfort in the thought + that the secret was at last safe. The note was burned, and could never + reappear in judgment against him. Certainly, he got off cheap. + </p> + <p> + "Well," thought the tramp as he strode away from the squire's mansion, + "this has been a profitable evening. I have two hundred dollars in my + pocket, and—I still have a hold on the rascal. If he had only + examined the note before burning it, he might have made a discovery!" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX — A PROSPECT OF TROUBLE + </h2> + <p> + When Ben returned home from the Town Hall he discovered, at the first + glance, that his mother was in trouble. + </p> + <p> + "Are you disturbed because I came home so late?" asked Ben. "I would have + been here sooner, but I went home with Rose Gardiner. I ought to have + remembered that you might feel lonely." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay smiled faintly. + </p> + <p> + "I had no occasion to feel lonely," she said. "I had three callers. The + last did not go away till after nine o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you were not alone, mother," said Ben, thinking some of his + mother's neighbors might have called. + </p> + <p> + "I should rather have been alone, Ben. They brought bad news—that + is, one of them did." + </p> + <p> + "Who was it, mother? Who called on you?" + </p> + <p> + "The first one was the same man who took your money in the woods." + </p> + <p> + "What, the tramp!" exclaimed Ben hastily. "Did he frighten you?" + </p> + <p> + "A little, at first, but he did me no harm. He asked for some supper, and + I gave it to him." + </p> + <p> + "What bad news did he bring?" + </p> + <p> + "None. It was not he. On the other hand, what he hinted would be good news + if it were true. He said that your father left property, and that he was + the only man that possessed the secret." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think this can be so?" said Ben, looking at his mother in + surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what to think. He said he was a barkeeper in the hotel where + your poor father died, and was about to say more when a knock was heard at + the door, and he hurried away, as if in fear of encountering somebody." + </p> + <p> + "And he did not come back?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "That is strange," said Ben thoughtfully. "Do you know, mother, I met him + on my way home, or rather, he came up behind me and tapped me on the + shoulder." + </p> + <p> + "What did be say?" asked Mrs. Barclay eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "He gave me back the bogus dollar he took from me saying, with a laugh, + that it would be of no use to him. Then he said he might do me a service + sometime, and I would some day hear from him." + </p> + <p> + "Ben, I think that man took the papers from the pocket of your dying + father, and has them now in his possession. He promised to sell me a + secret for money, but I told him I had none to give." + </p> + <p> + "I wish we could see him again, but he said he should leave town to-night. + But, mother, what was the bad news you spoke of?" + </p> + <p> + "Ben, I am afraid we are going to lose our home," said the widow, the look + of trouble returning to her face. + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean, mother?" + </p> + <p> + "You know that Squire Davenport has a mortgage on the place for seven + hundred dollars; he was here to-night with a man named Kirk, some + connection of his wife. It seems Kirk is coming to Pentonville to live, + and wants this house." + </p> + <p> + "He will have to want it, mother," said Ben stoutly. + </p> + <p> + "Not if the squire backs him as he does; he threatens to foreclose the + mortgage if I don't sell." + </p> + <p> + Ben comprehended the situation now, and appreciated its gravity. + </p> + <p> + "What does he offer, Mother?" + </p> + <p> + "A thousand dollars only—perhaps a little more." + </p> + <p> + "Why that would be downright robbery." + </p> + <p> + "Not in the eye of the law. Ben, we are in the power of Squire Davenport, + and he is a hard man." + </p> + <p> + "I would like to give him a piece of my mind, mother. He might be in + better business than robbing you of your house." + </p> + <p> + "Do nothing hastily, Ben. There is only one thing that we can do to save + the house, and that is, to induce someone to advance the money necessary + to take up the mortgage." + </p> + <p> + "Can you think of anybody who would do it?" + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay shook her head. + </p> + <p> + "There is no one in Pentonville who would be willing, and has the money," + she said. "I have a rich cousin in New York, but I have not met him since + I was married; he thought a great deal of me once, but I suppose he + scarcely remembers me now. He lived, when I last heard of him, on + Lexington Avenue, and his name is Absalom Peters." + </p> + <p> + "And he is rich?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, very rich, I believe." + </p> + <p> + "I have a great mind to ask for a day's vacation from Mr. Crawford, and go + to New York to see him." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid it would do no good." + </p> + <p> + "It would do no harm, except that it would cost something for traveling + expenses. But I would go as economically as possible. Have I your + permission, mother?" + </p> + <p> + "You can do as you like, Ben; I won't forbid you, though I have little + hope of its doing any good." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will try and get away Monday. To-morrow is Saturday, and I can't + be spared at the store; there is always more doing, you know, on Saturday + than any other day." + </p> + <p> + "I don't feel like giving any advice, Ben. Do as you please." + </p> + <p> + The next day, on his way home to dinner, Ben met his young rival of the + evening previous, Tom Davenport. + </p> + <p> + "How are you, Tom?" said Ben, nodding. + </p> + <p> + "I want to speak to you, Ben Barclay," said the young aristocrat, pausing + in his walk. + </p> + <p> + "Go ahead! I'm listening," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + Tom was rather annoyed at the want of respect which, in his opinion, Ben + showed him, but hardly knew how to express his objections, so he came at + once to the business in hand. + </p> + <p> + "You'd better not hang around Rose Gardiner so much," he said + superciliously. + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean by that?" demanded Ben quickly. + </p> + <p> + "You forced your attentions on her last evening at the Town Hall." + </p> + <p> + "Who told you so?" + </p> + <p> + "I saw it for myself." + </p> + <p> + "I thought Rose didn't tell you so." + </p> + <p> + "It must be disagreeable to her family to have a common grocer's boy seen + with her." + </p> + <p> + "It seems to me you take a great deal of interest in the matter, Tom + Davenport. You talk as if you were the guardian of the young lady. I + believe you wanted to go home with her yourself." + </p> + <p> + "It would have been far more suitable, but you had made her promise to go + with you." + </p> + <p> + "I would have released her from her promise at once, if she had expressed + a wish to that effect. Now, I want to give you a piece of advice." + </p> + <p> + "I don't want any of your advice," said Tom loftily. "I don't want any + advice from a store boy." + </p> + <p> + "I'll give it to you all the same. You can make money by minding your own + business." + </p> + <p> + "You are impudent!" said Tom, flushing with anger. "I've got something + more to tell you. You'll be out on the sidewalk before three months are + over. Father is going to foreclose the mortgage on your house." + </p> + <p> + "That remains to be seen!" said Ben, but his heart sank within him as he + realized that the words would probably prove true. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X — BEN GOES TO NEW YORK + </h2> + <p> + Pentonville was thirty-five miles distant from New York, and the fare was + a dollar, but an excursion ticket, carrying a passenger both ways, was + only a dollar and a half. Ben calculated that his extra expenses, + including dinner, might amount to fifty cents, thus making the cost of the + trip two dollars. This sum, small as it was, appeared large both to Ben + and his mother. Some doubts about the expediency of the journey suggested + themselves to Mrs. Barclay. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think you had better go, Ben?" she said doubtfully. "Two dollars + would buy you some new stockings and handkerchiefs." + </p> + <p> + "I will do without them, mother. Something has got to be done, or we shall + be turned into the street when three months are up. Squire Davenport is a + very selfish man, and he will care nothing for our comfort or + convenience." + </p> + <p> + "That is true," said the widow, with a sigh. "If I thought your going to + New York would do any good, I would not grudge you the money—" + </p> + <p> + "Something will turn up, or I will turn up something," said Ben + confidently. + </p> + <p> + When he asked Mr. Crawford for a day off, the latter responded: "Yes, Ben, + I think I can spare you, as Monday is not a very busy day. Would you be + willing to do an errand for me?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly Mr. Crawford, with pleasure." + </p> + <p> + "I need a new supply of prints. Go to Stackpole & Rogers, No. —— + White Street, and select me some attractive patterns. I shall rely upon + your taste." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," said Ben, gratified by the compliment. + </p> + <p> + He received instructions as to price and quantity, which he carefully + noted down. + </p> + <p> + "As it will save me a journey, not to speak of my time, I am willing to + pay your fare one way." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir; you are very kind." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Crawford took from the money drawer a dollar, and handed it to Ben. + </p> + <p> + "But I buy an excursion ticket, so that my fare each way will be but + seventy-five cents." + </p> + <p> + "Never mind, the balance will go toward your dinner." + </p> + <p> + "There, mother, what do you say now?" said Ben, on Saturday night. "Mr. + Crawford is going to pay half my expenses, and I am going to buy some + goods for him." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad he reposes so much confidence in you, Ben. I hope you won't + lose his money." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I don't carry any. He buys on thirty days. All I have to do is to + select the goods." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps it is for the best that you go, after all," said Mrs. Barclay. + "At any rate, I hope so." + </p> + <p> + At half-past seven o'clock on Monday morning Ben stood on the platform of + the Pentonville station, awaiting the arrival of the train. + </p> + <p> + "Where are you going?" said a voice. + </p> + <p> + Ben, turning, saw that it was Tom Davenport who had spoken. + </p> + <p> + "I am going to New York," he answered briefly. + </p> + <p> + "Has Crawford discharged you?" + </p> + <p> + "Why do you ask? Would you like to apply for the position?" asked Ben + coolly. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I would condescend to be a grocer's boy?" returned Tom + disdainfully. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know." + </p> + <p> + "If I go into business it will be as a merchant." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear it." + </p> + <p> + "You didn't say what you were going to New York for?" + </p> + <p> + "I have no objection to tell you, as you are anxious to know; I am going + to the city to buy goods." + </p> + <p> + Tom looked not only amazed, but incredulous. + </p> + <p> + "That's a likely story," said he, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + "It is a true story." + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to say Crawford trusts you buy goods for him?" + </p> + <p> + "So it seems." + </p> + <p> + "He must be getting weak-headed." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose you call and give him that gratifying piece of information." + </p> + <p> + Just then the train came thundering up, and Ben jumped aboard. Tom + Davenport looked after him with a puzzled glance. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder whether that boy tells the truth," he said to himself. "He + thinks too much of himself, considering what he is." + </p> + <p> + It never occurred to Tom that the remark would apply even better to him + than the boy he was criticising. As a rule we are the last to recognize + our own faults, however quick we may be to see the faults of others. + </p> + <p> + Two hours later Ben stood in front of the large dry-goods jobbing house of + Stackpole & Rogers, in White Street. + </p> + <p> + He ascended the staircase to the second floor, which was very spacious and + filled with goods in great variety. + </p> + <p> + "Where is the department of prints?" he inquired of a young man near the + door. + </p> + <p> + He was speedily directed and went over at once. He showed the salesman in + charge a letter from Mr. Crawford, authorizing him to select a certain + amount of goods. + </p> + <p> + "You are rather a young buyer," said the salesman, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "It is the first time I have served in that way," said Ben modestly; "but + I know pretty well what Mr. Crawford wants." + </p> + <p> + Half an hour was consumed in making his selections. + </p> + <p> + "You have good taste," said the salesman, "judging from your selections." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you." + </p> + <p> + "If you ever come to the city to look for work, come here, and I will + introduce you to the firm." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. How soon can you ship the goods?" + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid not to-day, as we are very busy. Early next week we will send + them." + </p> + <p> + His business concluded, Ben left the store and walked up to Broadway. The + crowded thoroughfare had much to interest him. He was looking at a window + when someone tapped him on the shoulder. + </p> + <p> + It was a young man foppishly attired, who was smiling graciously upon him. + </p> + <p> + "Why, Gus Andre," he said, "when did you come to town, and how did you + leave all the folks in Bridgeport?" + </p> + <p> + "You have made a mistake," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Isn't your name Gus Andre?" + </p> + <p> + "No, it is Ben Barclay, from Pentonville." + </p> + <p> + "I really beg your pardon. You look surprisingly like my friend Gussie." + </p> + <p> + Five minutes later there was another tap on our hero's shoulder, as he was + looking into another window, and another nicely dressed young man said + heartily: "Why, Ben, my boy, when did you come to town?" + </p> + <p> + "This morning," answered Ben. "You seem to know me, but I can't remember + you." + </p> + <p> + "Are you not Ben Barclay, of Pentonville." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but——" + </p> + <p> + "Don't you remember Jim Fisher, who passed part of the summer, two years + since, in your village?" + </p> + <p> + "Where were you staying?" asked Ben. + </p> + <p> + It was the other's turn to looked confused. + </p> + <p> + "At—the Smiths'," he answered, at random. + </p> + <p> + "At Mrs. Roxana Smith's?" suggested Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, yes," said the other eagerly, "she is my aunt." + </p> + <p> + "Is she?" asked Ben, with a smile of amusement, for he had by this time + made up his mind as to the character of his new friend. "She must be proud + of her stylish nephew. Mrs. Smith is a poor widow, and takes in washing." + </p> + <p> + "It's some other Smith," said the young man, discomfited. + </p> + <p> + "She is the only one by that name in Pentonville." + </p> + <p> + Jim Fisher, as he called himself, turned upon his heel and left Ben + without a word. It was clear that nothing could be made out of him. + </p> + <p> + Ben walked all the way up Broadway, as far as Twenty-first Street, into + which he turned, and walked eastward until he reached Gramercy Park, + opposite which Lexington Avenue starts. In due time he reached the house + of Mr. Absalom Peters, and, ascending the steps, he rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + "Is Mr. Peters in?" he asked of the servant who answered the bell. + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Will he be in soon?" + </p> + <p> + "I guess not. He sailed for Europe last week." + </p> + <p> + Ben's heart sank within him. He had hoped much from Mr. Peters, before + whom he meant to lay all the facts of his mother's situation. Now that + hope was crushed. + </p> + <p> + He turned and slowly descended the steps. + </p> + <p> + "There goes our last chance of saving the house," he said to himself + sadly. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI — THE MADISON AVENUE STAGE + </h2> + <p> + Ben was naturally hopeful, but he had counted more than he was aware on + the chance of obtaining assistance from Absalom Peters toward paying off + his mother's mortgage. As Mr. Peters was in Europe nothing could be done, + and them seemed absolutely no one else to apply to. They had friends, of + course, and warm ones, in Pentonville, but none that were able to help + them. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose we must make up our minds to lose the house," thought Ben. + "Squire Davenport is selfish and grasping, and there is little chance of + turning him." + </p> + <p> + He walked westward till he reached Madison Avenue. A stage approached, + being bound downtown, and, feeling tired, he got in. The fare was but five + cents, and he was willing to pay it. + </p> + <p> + Some half dozen other passengers beside himself were in the stage. + Opposite Ben sat a handsomely dressed, somewhat portly lady, of middle + age, with a kindly expression. Next her sat a young man, attired + fashionably, who had the appearance of belonging to a family of position. + There were, besides, an elderly man, of clerical appearance; a nurse with + a small child, a business man, intent upon the financial column of a + leading paper, and a schoolboy. + </p> + <p> + Ben regarded his fellow-passengers with interest. In Pentonville he seldom + saw a new face. Here all were new. Our young hero was, though be did not + know it, an embryo student of human nature. He liked to observe men and + women of different classes and speculate upon their probable position and + traits. It so happened that his special attention was attracted to the + fashionably-attired young man. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose he belongs to a rich family, and has plenty of money," thought + Ben. "It must be pleasant to be born with a gold spoon in your mouth, and + know that you are provided for life." + </p> + <p> + If Ben had been wiser he would have judged differently. To be born to + wealth removes all the incentives to action, and checks the spirit of + enterprise. A boy or man who finds himself gradually rising in the world, + through his own exertions, experiences a satisfaction unknown to one whose + fortune is ready-made. However, in Ben's present strait it is no wonder he + regarded with envy the supposed young man of fortune. + </p> + <p> + Our hero was destined to be strangely surprised. His eyes were unusually + keen, and enabled him after a while to observe some rather remarkable + movements on the part of the young man. Though his eyes were looking + elsewhere, Ben could see that his right hand was stealthily insinuating + itself into the pocket of the richly-dressed lady at his side. + </p> + <p> + "Is it possible that he is a pickpocket?" thought Ben, in amazement. "So + nicely dressed as he is, too!" + </p> + <p> + It did not occur to Ben that he dressed well the better to avert suspicion + from his real character. Besides, a man who lives at other people's + expense can afford to dress well. + </p> + <p> + "What shall I do?" thought Ben, disturbed in mind. "Ought I not to warn + the lady that she is in danger of losing her money?" + </p> + <p> + While he was hesitating the deed was accomplished. A pearl portemonnaie + was adroitly drawn from the lady's pocket and transferred to that of the + young man. It was done with incredible swiftness, but Ben's sharp eyes saw + it. + </p> + <p> + The young man yawned, and, turning away from the lady, appeared to be + looking out of a window at the head of the coach. + </p> + <p> + "Why, there is Jack Osborne," he said, half audibly, and, rising, pulled + the strap for the driver to stop the stage. + </p> + <p> + Then was the critical moment for Ben. Was he to allow the thief to escape + with the money. Ben hated to get into a disturbance, but he felt that it + would be wrong and cowardly to be silent. + </p> + <p> + "Before you get out," he said, "hand that lady her pocketbook." + </p> + <p> + The face of the pickpocket changed and he darted a malignant glance at + Ben. + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean, you young scoundrel?" he said. + </p> + <p> + "You have taken that lady's pocketbook," persisted Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to insult me?" + </p> + <p> + "I saw you do it." + </p> + <p> + With a half exclamation of anger, the young man darted to the door. But he + was brought to a standstill by the business man, who placed himself in his + way. + </p> + <p> + "Not so fast, young man," he said resolutely. + </p> + <p> + "Out of the way!" exclaimed the thief, in a rage. "It's all a base lie. I + never was so insulted in my life." + </p> + <p> + "Do you miss your pocketbook, madam?" asked the gentleman, turning to the + lady who had been robbed. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," she answered. "It was in the pocket next to this man." + </p> + <p> + The thief seeing there was no hope of retaining his booty, drew it from + his pocket and flung it into the lady's lap. + </p> + <p> + "Now, may I go?" he said. + </p> + <p> + There was no policeman in sight, and at a nod from the lady, the + pickpocket was allowed to leave the stage. + </p> + <p> + "You ought to have had him arrested. He is a dangerous character," said + the gentleman who had barred his progress. + </p> + <p> + "It would have been inconvenient for me to appear against him," said the + lady. "I am willing to let him go." + </p> + <p> + "Well, there is one comfort—if he keeps on he will be hauled up + sooner or later," remarked the gentleman. "Would your loss have been a + heavy one?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + "I had quite a large sum in my pocketbook, over two hundred dollars. But + for my young friend opposite," she said, nodding kindly at Ben, "I should + have lost it with very small chance of recovery." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to have done you a service, madam," said Ben politely. + </p> + <p> + "I know it is rather imprudent to carry so large sum about with me," + continued the lady, but I have a payment to make to a carpenter who has + done work in my house, and I thought he might not find it convenient use a + check." + </p> + <p> + "A lady is in more danger than a gentleman," observed the business man, + "as she cannot so well hide away her pocketbook. You will need to be + careful as you walk along the street." + </p> + <p> + "I think it will be best to have a neighbor whom I can trust," said the + lady. "Would you mind taking this seat at my side?" she continued, + addressing Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I will change with pleasure," said our hero, taking the seat recently + vacated by the pickpocket. + </p> + <p> + "You have sharp eyes, my young friend," said his new acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + "My eyes are pretty good," said Ben, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "They have done me good service to-day. May I know to whom I am indebted + for such timely help?" + </p> + <p> + "My name is Benjamin Barclay." + </p> + <p> + "Do you live in the city?" + </p> + <p> + "No, madam. I live in Pentonville, about thirty miles from New York." + </p> + <p> + "I have heard of the place. Are you proposing to live here?" + </p> + <p> + "No madam. I came in to-day on a little business of my own, and also to + select some goods for a country store in which I am employed." + </p> + <p> + "You are rather young for such a commission." + </p> + <p> + "I know the sort of goods Mr. Crawford sells, so it was not very difficult + to make the selection." + </p> + <p> + "At what time do you go back?" + </p> + <p> + "By the four o'clock train." + </p> + <p> + "Have you anything to do meanwhile?" + </p> + <p> + "No, madam," answered Ben, a little surprised. + </p> + <p> + "Then I should like to have you accompany me to the place where I am to + settle my bill. I feel rather timid after my adventure with our late + fellow-passenger." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be very happy to oblige you, madam," said Ben politely. + </p> + <p> + He had just heard a public clock strike one and he knew, therefore, that + he would have plenty of time. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII — BEN'S LUCK + </h2> + <p> + "We will get out here," said Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + They had reached the corner of Fourth Street and Broadway. + </p> + <p> + Ben pulled the strap, and with his new friend left the stage. He offered + his hand politely to assist the lady in descending. + </p> + <p> + "He is a little gentleman," thought Mrs. Hamilton, who was much pleased + with our hero. + </p> + <p> + They turned from Broadway eastward, and presently crossed the Bowery also. + Not far to the east of the last avenue they came to a carpenter's shop. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Plank, a middle-aged, honest-looking mechanic, looked up in surprise + when Mrs. Hamilton entered the shop. + </p> + <p> + "You didn't expect a call from me?" said the lady pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + "No, ma'am. Fashionable ladies don't often find their way over here." + </p> + <p> + "Then don't look upon me as a fashionable lady. I like to attend to my + business myself, and have brought you the money for your bill." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, ma'am. You never made me wait. But I am sorry you had the + trouble to come to my shop. I would have called at your house if you had + sent me a postal." + </p> + <p> + "My time was not so valuable as yours, Mr. Plank. I must tell you, + however, that you came near not getting your money this morning. Another + person undertook to collect your bill." + </p> + <p> + "Who was it?" demanded the carpenter indignantly. "If there's anybody + playing such tricks on me I will have him up before the courts." + </p> + <p> + "It was no acquaintance of yours. The person in question had no spite + against you and you would only have suffered a little delay." + </p> + <p> + Then Mrs. Hamilton explained how a pickpocket had undertaken to relieve + her of her wallet, and would have succeeded but for her young companion. + </p> + <p> + "Oh they're mighty sharp, ma'am, I can tell you," said the carpenter. "I + never lost anything, because I don't look as if I had anything worth + stealing; but if one of those rascals made up his mind to rob me, ten to + one he'd do it." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Plank receipted his bill and Mrs. Hamilton paid him a hundred and + eighty-seven dollars and fifty cents. Ben could not help envying him as he + saw the roll of bills transferred to him. + </p> + <p> + "I hope the work was done satisfactory," said Mr. Plank. (Perfect grammar + could not be expected of a man who, from the age of twelve, had been + forced to earn his own living.) + </p> + <p> + "Quite so, Mr. Plank," said the lady graciously. "I shall send for you + when I have any more work to be done." + </p> + <p> + There was no more business to attend to, and Mrs. Hamilton led the way + out, accompanied by Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I will trouble you to see me as far as Broadway," said the lady. "I am + not used to this neighborhood and prefer to have an escort." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think this morning," said Ben to himself, "that a rich lady + would select me as her escort." + </p> + <p> + On the whole, he liked it. It gave him a feeling of importance, and a + sense of responsibility which a manly boy always likes. + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to stay with you as long as you like," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Benjamin, or shall I say Ben?" + </p> + <p> + "I wish you would. I hardly know myself when I am called Benjamin." + </p> + <p> + "As we are walking alone, suppose you tell me something of yourself. I + only know your name, and that you live in Pentonville. What relations have + you?" + </p> + <p> + "A mother only—my father is dead." + </p> + <p> + "And you help take care of your mother, I suppose?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; father left us nothing except the house we live in, or, at least, we + could get track of no other property. He died in Chicago suddenly." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are getting along comfortably—you and your mother," said + Mrs. Hamilton kindly. + </p> + <p> + "We have our troubles," answered Ben. "We are in danger of having our + house taken from us." + </p> + <p> + "How is that?" + </p> + <p> + "A rich man in our village, Squire Davenport, has a mortgage of seven + hundred dollars upon it. He wants the house for a relative of his wife, + and threatens to foreclose at the end of three months." + </p> + <p> + "The house must be worth a good deal more than the mortgage." + </p> + <p> + "It is worth twice as much; but if it is put up at auction I doubt if it + will fetch over a thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "This would leave your mother but three hundred?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Ben despondingly. + </p> + <p> + "Have you thought of any way of raising the money?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I came up to the city to-day to see a cousin of mother's, a Mr. + Absalom Peters, who lives on Lexington Avenue, and I had just come from + there when I got into the stage with you." + </p> + <p> + "Won't he help you?" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps he might if he was in the city; though mother has seen nothing of + him for twenty years; but, unfortunately, he just sailed for Europe." + </p> + <p> + "That is indeed a pity. I suppose you haven't much hope now?" + </p> + <p> + "Unless Mr. Peters comes back. He is the only one we can think of to call + upon." + </p> + <p> + "What sort of a man is this Squire Davenport?" + </p> + <p> + "He is a very selfish man, who thinks only of his own interests. We felt + safe, because we did not suppose he would have any use for a small house + like ours; but night before last he called on mother with the man he wants + it for." + </p> + <p> + "He cannot foreclose just yet, can he?" asked Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "No; we have three months to look around." + </p> + <p> + "Three months is a long time," said the lady cheerfully. "A good deal can + happen in three months. Do the best you can, and keep up hope." + </p> + <p> + "I shall try to do so." + </p> + <p> + "You have reason to do so. You may not save your house, but you have, + probably, a good many years before you, and plenty of good fortune may be + in store for you." + </p> + <p> + The cheerful tone in which the lady spoke some how made Ben hopeful and + sanguine, at any rate, for the time being. + </p> + <p> + "In this country, the fact that you are a poor boy will not stand in the + way of your success. The most eminent men of the day, in all branches of + business, and in all professions, were once poor boys. I dare say, looking + at me, you don't suppose I ever knew anything of poverty." + </p> + <p> + "No," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Yet I was the daughter of a bankrupt farmer, and my husband was clerk in + a country store. I am not going to tell you how he came to the city and + prospered, leaving me, at his death, rich beyond my needs. Yet that is his + history and mine. Does it encourage you? + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it does," answered Ben earnestly. + </p> + <p> + "It is for that reason, perhaps, that I take an interest in country boys + who are placed as my husband once was," continued Mrs. Hamilton. "But here + we are at Broadway. It only remains to express my acknowledgment of your + timely assistance." + </p> + <p> + "You are quite welcome," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I am sure of that, but I am none the less indebted. Do me the favor to + accept this." + </p> + <p> + She opened her portemonnaie, and taking from it a banknote, handed it to + Ben. + </p> + <p> + In surprise he looked at it, and saw that it was a twenty-dollar bill. + </p> + <p> + "Did you know this was a twenty-dollar bill?" he asked in amazement. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly," answered the lady, with a smile. "It is less than ten per + cent. of the amount I would have lost but for you. I hope it will be of + service to you." + </p> + <p> + "I feel rich with it," answered Ben. "How can I thank you, Mrs. Hamilton?" + </p> + <p> + "Call on me at No. —— Madison Avenue, and do it in person, + when you next come to the city," said the lady, smiling. "Now, if you will + kindly call that stage, I will bid you good-by—for the present." + </p> + <p> + Ben complied with her request, and joyfully resumed his walk down + Broadway. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII — A STARTLING EVENT + </h2> + <p> + Though Ben had failed in the main object of his expedition, he returned to + Pentonville in excellent spirits. He felt that he had been a favorite of + fortune, and with good reason. In one day he had acquired a sum equal to + five weeks' wages. Added to the dollar Mr. Crawford had contributed toward + his expenses, he had been paid twenty-one dollars, while he had spent a + little less than two. It is not every country boy who goes up to the great + city who returns with an equal harvest. If Squire Davenport had not + threatened to foreclose the mortgage, he would have felt justified in + buying a present for his mother. As it was, he feared they would have need + of all the money that came in to meet contingencies. + </p> + <p> + The train reached Pentonville at five o'clock, and about the usual time + Ben opened the gate and walked up to the front door of his modest home. He + looked so bright and cheerful when he entered her presence that Mrs. + Barclay thought be must have found and been kindly received by the cousin + whom he had gone up to seek. + </p> + <p> + "Did you see Mr. Peters?" she asked anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "No, mother; he is in Europe." + </p> + <p> + A shadow came over the mother's face. It was like taking from her her last + hope. + </p> + <p> + "I was afraid you would not be repaid for going up to the city," she said. + </p> + <p> + "I made a pretty good day's work of it, nevertheless, mother. What do you + say to this?" and he opened his wallet and showed her a roll of bills. + </p> + <p> + "Is that Mr. Crawford's money?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "No, mother, it is mine, or rather it is yours, for I give it to you." + </p> + <p> + "Did you find a pocketbook, Ben? If so, the owner may turn up." + </p> + <p> + "Mother, the money is mine, fairly mine, for it was given me in return for + a service I rendered a lady in New York." + </p> + <p> + "What service could you have possibly rendered, Ben, that merited such + liberal payment?" asked his mother in surprise. + </p> + <p> + Upon this Ben explained, and Mrs. Barclay listened to his story with + wonder. + </p> + <p> + "So you see, mother, I did well to go to the city," said Ben, in + conclusion. + </p> + <p> + "It has turned out so, and I am thankful for your good fortune. But I + should have been better pleased if you had seen Mr. Peters and found him + willing to help us about the mortgage." + </p> + <p> + "So would I, mother, but this money is worth having. When supper is over I + will go to the store to help out Mr. Crawford and report my purchase of + goods. You know the most of our trade is in the evening." + </p> + <p> + After Ben had gone Mrs. Barclay felt her spirits return as she thought of + the large addition to their little stock of money. + </p> + <p> + "One piece of good fortune may be followed by another," she thought. "Mr. + Peters may return from Europe in time to help us. At any rate, we have + nearly three months to look about us, and God may send us help." + </p> + <p> + When the tea dishes were washed and put away Mrs. Barclay sat down to mend + a pair of Ben's socks, for in that household it was necessary to make + clothing last as long as possible, when she was aroused from her work by a + ringing at the bell. + </p> + <p> + She opened the door to admit Squire Davenport. + </p> + <p> + "Good-evening," she said rather coldly, for she could not feel friendly to + a man who was conspiring to deprive her of her modest home and turn her + out upon the sidewalk. + </p> + <p> + "Good-evening, widow," said the squire. + </p> + <p> + "Will you walk in?" asked Mrs. Barclay, not over cordially. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, I will step in for five minutes. I called to see if you had + thought better of my proposal the other evening." + </p> + <p> + "Your proposal was to take my house from me," said Mrs. Barclay. "How can + you suppose I would think better of that?" + </p> + <p> + "You forget that the house is more mine than yours already, Mrs. Barclay. + The sum I have advanced on mortgage is two-thirds of the value of the + property." + </p> + <p> + "I dispute that, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Let it pass," said the squire, with a wave of the hand. "Call it + three-fifths, if you will. Even then the property is more mine than yours. + Women don't understand business, or you would see matters in a different + light." + </p> + <p> + "I am a woman, it is true, but I understand very well that you wish to + take advantage of me," said the widow, not without excusable bitterness. + </p> + <p> + "My good lady, you forget that I am ready to cancel the mortgage and pay + you three hundred and fifty dollars for the house. Now, three hundred and + fifty dollars is a handsome sum—a very handsome sum. You could put + it in the savings bank and it would yield you quite a comfortable income." + </p> + <p> + "Twenty dollars, more or less," said Mrs. Barclay. "Is that what you call + a comfortable income? How long do you think it would keep us alive?" + </p> + <p> + "Added, of course, to your son's wages. Ben is now able to earn good + wages." + </p> + <p> + "He earns four dollars a week, and that is our main dependence." + </p> + <p> + "I congratulate you. I didn't suppose Mr. Crawford paid such high wages." + </p> + <p> + "Ben earns every cent of it." + </p> + <p> + "Very possibly. By the way, what is this that Tom was telling me about Ben + being sent to New York to buy goods for the store?" + </p> + <p> + "It is true, if that is what you mean." + </p> + <p> + "Bless my soul! It is very strange of Crawford, and I may add, not very + judicious." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose Mr. Crawford is the best judge of that, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Even if the boy were competent, which is not for a moment to be thought + of, it is calculated to foster his self-conceit." + </p> + <p> + "Ben is not self-conceited," said Mrs. Barclay, ready to resent any slur + upon her boy. "He has excellent business capacity, and if he were older I + should not need to ask favors of anyone." + </p> + <p> + "You are a mother, and naturally set an exaggerated estimate upon your + son's ability, which, I presume, is respectable, but probably not more. + However, let that pass. I did not call to discuss Ben but to inquire + whether you had not thought better of the matter we discussed the other + evening." + </p> + <p> + "I never shall, Squire Davenport. When the time comes you can foreclose, + if you like, but it will never be done with my consent." + </p> + <p> + "Ahem! Your consent will not be required." + </p> + <p> + "And let me tell you, Squire Davenport, if you do this wicked thing, it + won't benefit you in the end." + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "I am not at all surprised to find you so unreasonable, Mrs. Barclay," he + said. "It's the way with women. I should be glad if you would come to look + upon the matter in a different light; but I cannot sacrifice my own + interests in any event. The law is on my side." + </p> + <p> + "The law may be on your side, but the law upholds a great deal that is + oppressive and cruel." + </p> + <p> + "A curious set of laws we should have if women made them," said the + squire. + </p> + <p> + "They would not bear so heavily upon the poor as they do now." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I won't stop to discuss the matter. If you come to entertain + different views about the house, send word by Ben, and we will arrange the + details without delay. Mr. Kirk is anxious to move his family as soon as + possible, and would like to secure the house at once." + </p> + <p> + "He will have to wait three months at least," said Mrs. Barclay coldly. + "For that time, I believe the law protects me." + </p> + <p> + "You are right there; but at the end of that tine you cannot expect as + liberal terms as we are now prepared to offer you." + </p> + <p> + "Liberal!" repeated the widow, in a meaning tone. + </p> + <p> + "So I regard it," said the squire stiffly. "Good-evening." + </p> + <p> + An hour later Mrs. Barclay's reflections were broken in upon by the + ominous clang of the engine bell. This is a sound which always excites + alarm in a country village. + </p> + <p> + "Where's the fire?" she asked anxiously, of a boy who was running by the + house. + </p> + <p> + "It's Crawford's store!" was the startling reply. "It's blazin' up like + anything. Guess it'll have to go." + </p> + <p> + "I hope Ben'll keep out of danger," thought Mrs. Barclay, as she hurriedly + took her shawl and bonnet and started for the scene of excitement. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV — BEN SHOWS HIMSELF A HERO + </h2> + <p> + A fire in a country village, particularly where the building is a + prominent one, is sure to attract a large part of the resident population. + Men, women, and children, as well as the hook and ladder company, hurried + to the scene of conflagration. Everybody felt a personal interest in + Crawford's. It was the great emporium which provided all the families in + the village with articles of prime and secondary necessity. If Paris can + be called France, then Crawford's might be called Pentonville. + </p> + <p> + "Crawford's on fire!" exclaimed old Captain Manson. "Bless my soul! It + cannot be true. Where's my cane?" + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean to say you're goin' to the fire, father?" asked his + widowed daughter in surprise, for the captain had bowed beneath the weight + of eighty-six winters, and rarely left the domestic hearth. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I'd stay at home when Crawford's was a-burning?" returned + the captain. + </p> + <p> + "But remember, father, you ain't so young as you used to be. You might + catch your death of cold." + </p> + <p> + "What! at a fire?" exclaimed the old man, laughing at his own joke. + </p> + <p> + "You know what I mean. It's dreadfully imprudent. Why, I wouldn't go + myself." + </p> + <p> + "Shouldn't think you would, at your time of life!" retorted her father, + chuckling. + </p> + <p> + So the old man emerged into the street, and hurried as fast as his + unsteady limbs would allow, to the fire. + </p> + <p> + "How did it catch?" the reader will naturally ask. + </p> + <p> + The young man who was the only other salesman besides Ben and the + proprietor, had gone down cellar smoking a cigar. In one corner was a heap + of shavings and loose papers. A spark from his cigar must have fallen + there. Had he noticed it, with prompt measures the incipient fire might + have been extinguished. But he went up stairs with the kerosene, which he + had drawn for old Mrs. Watts, leaving behind him the seeds of destruction. + Soon the flames, arising, caught the wooden flooring of the upper store. + The smell of the smoke notified Crawford and his clerks of the impending + disaster. When the door communicating with the basement was opened, a + stifling smoke issued forth and the crackling of the fire was heard. + </p> + <p> + "Run, Ben; give the alarm!" called Mr. Crawford, pale with dismay and + apprehension. It was no time then to inquire how the fire caught. There + was only time to save as much of the stock as possible, since it was clear + that the fire had gained too great a headway to be put out. + </p> + <p> + Ben lost no time, and in less than ten minutes the engine, which, + fortunately, was housed only ten rods away, was on the ground. Though it + was impossible to save the store, the fire might be prevented from + spreading. A band of earnest workers aided Crawford in saving his stock. A + large part, of course, must be sacrificed; but, perhaps, a quarter was + saved. + </p> + <p> + All at once a terrified whisper spread from one to another: + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Morton's children! Where are they? They must be in the third story." + </p> + <p> + A poor woman, Mrs. Morton, had been allowed, with her two children, to + enjoy, temporarily, two rooms in the third story. She had gone to a + farmer's two miles away to do some work, and her children, seven and nine + years of age, had remained at home. They seemed doomed to certain death. + </p> + <p> + But, even as the inquiry went from lip to lip, the children appeared. They + had clambered out of a third story window upon the sloping roof of the + rear ell, and, pale and dismayed, stood in sight of the shocked and + terrified crowd, shrieking for help! + </p> + <p> + "A ladder! A ladder!" exclaimed half a dozen. + </p> + <p> + But there was no ladder at hand—none nearer than Mr. Parmenter's, + five minutes' walk away. While a messenger was getting it the fate of the + children would be decided. + </p> + <p> + "Tell 'em to jump!" exclaimed Silas Carver. + </p> + <p> + "They'd break their necks, you fool!" returned his wife. + </p> + <p> + "Better do that than be burned up!" said the old man. + </p> + <p> + No one knew what to do—no one but Ben Barclay. + </p> + <p> + He seized a coil of rope, and with a speed which surprised even himself, + climbed up a tall oak tree, whose branches overshadowed the roof of the + ell part. In less than a minute he found himself on a limb just over the + children. To the end of the rope was fastened a strong iron hook. + </p> + <p> + Undismayed by his own danger, Ben threw his rope, though he nearly lost + his footing while he was doing it, and with an aim so precise that the + hook caught in the smaller girl's dress. + </p> + <p> + "Hold on to the rope, Jennie, if you can!" he shouted. + </p> + <p> + The girl obeyed him instinctively. + </p> + <p> + Drawing the cord hand over hand, the little girl swung clear, and was + lowered into the arms of Ebenezer Strong, who detached the hook. + </p> + <p> + "Save the other, Ben!" shouted a dozen. + </p> + <p> + Ben needed no spur to further effort. + </p> + <p> + Again he threw the hook, and this time the older girl, comprehending what + was required, caught the rope and swung off the roof, scarcely in time, + for her clothing had caught fire. But when she reached the ground ready + hands extinguished it and the crowd of anxious spectators breathed more + freely, as Ben, throwing down the rope, rapidly descended the tree and + stood once more in safety, having saved two lives. + </p> + <p> + Just then it was that the poor mother, almost frantic with fear, arrived + on the ground. + </p> + <p> + "Where are my darlings? Who will save them?" she exclaimed, full of + anguish, yet not comprehending that they were out of peril. + </p> + <p> + "They are safe, and here is the brave boy who saved their lives," said + Ebenezer Strong. + </p> + <p> + "God bless you, Ben Barclay!" exclaimed the poor mother. "You have saved + my life as well as theirs, for I should have died if they had burned." + </p> + <p> + Ben scarcely heard her, for one and another came up to shake his hand and + congratulate him upon his brave deed. Our young hero was generally + self-possessed, but he hardly knew how to act when he found himself an + object of popular ovation. + </p> + <p> + "Somebody else would have done it if I hadn't," he said modestly. + </p> + <p> + "You are the only one who had his wits about him," said Seth Jones. "No + one thought of the rope till you climbed the tree. We were all looking for + a ladder and there was none to be had nearer than Mr. Parmenter's." + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't have thought of it myself if I hadn't read in a daily paper of + something like it," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Ben," said Mr. Crawford, "I'd give a thousand dollars to have done what + you did. You have shown yourself a hero." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Ben, how frightened I was when I saw you on the branch just over the + burning building," said a well-known voice. + </p> + <p> + Turning, Ben saw it was his mother who spoke. + </p> + <p> + "Well, it's all right now, mother," he said, smiling. "You are not sorry I + did it?" + </p> + <p> + "Sorry! I am proud of you." + </p> + <p> + "I am not proud of my hands," said Ben. "Look at them." + </p> + <p> + They were chafed and bleeding, having been lacerated by his rapid descent + from the tree. + </p> + <p> + "Come home, Ben, and let me put some salve on them. How they must pain + you!" + </p> + <p> + "Wait till the fire is all over, mother." + </p> + <p> + The gallant firemen did all they could, but the store was doomed. They + could only prevent it from extending. In half an hour the engine was taken + back, and Ben went home with his mother. + </p> + <p> + "It's been rather an exciting evening, mother," said Ben. "I rather think + I shall have to find a new place." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV — BEN LOSES HIS PLACE + </h2> + <p> + Ben did not find himself immediately out of employment. The next morning + Mr. Crawford commenced the work of ascertaining what articles he had + saved, and storing them. Luckily there was a vacant store which had once + been used for a tailor's shop, but had been unoccupied for a year or more. + This he hired, and at once removed his goods to it. But he did not display + his usual energy. He was a man of over sixty, and no longer possessed the + enterprise and ambition which had once characterized him. Besides, he was + very comfortably off, or would be when he obtained the insurance money. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what I shall do," he said, when questioned. "I was brought + up on a farm, and I always meant to end my days on one. Perhaps now is as + well any time, since my business is broken up." + </p> + <p> + This came to the ears of Squire Davenport, who was always keen-scented for + a bargain. His wife's cousin, Mr. Kirk, who has already been introduced to + the reader, had, in his earlier days, served as a clerk in a country + store. He had no capital, to be sure, but the squire had plenty. It + occurred to him as a good plan to buy out the business himself, hire Kirk + on a salary to conduct it, and so add considerably to his already handsome + income. He sent for Kirk, ascertained that he was not only willing, but + anxious, to manage the business, and then he called on Mr. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + It is unnecessary to detail the negotiations that ensued. It was Squire + Davenport's wish to obtain the business as cheaply as possible. The + storekeeper, however, had his own estimate of its worth, and the squire + was obliged to add considerable to his first offer. In the end, however, + he secured it on advantageous terms, and Mr. Crawford now felt able to + carry out the plan he had long had in view. + </p> + <p> + It was in the evening, a week after the fire, that the bargain was struck, + and Ben was one of the first to hear of it. + </p> + <p> + When he came to work early the next morning he found his employer in the + store before him, which was not usual. + </p> + <p> + "You are early, Mr. Crawford," he said, in evident surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Ben," was the reply. "I can afford to come early for a morning or + two, as I shall soon be out of business." + </p> + <p> + "You haven't sold out, have you?" inquired Ben quickly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; the bargain was struck last evening." + </p> + <p> + "How soon do you leave the store?" + </p> + <p> + "In three days. It will take that time to make up my accounts." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry," said Ben, "for I suppose I shall have to retire, too." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know about that, Ben. Very likely my successor may want you." + </p> + <p> + "That depends on who he is. Do you mind telling me, or is it a secret?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no; it will have to come out, of course. Squire Davenport has bought + the business." + </p> + <p> + "The squire isn't going to keep the store, is he?" asked Ben, in + amazement. + </p> + <p> + "No; though he will, no doubt, supervise it. He will employ a manager." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know who is to be the manager, Mr. Crawford?" + </p> + <p> + "Some connection of his named Kirk." + </p> + <p> + Ben whistled. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know him?" the storekeeper was led to inquire. + </p> + <p> + "I have not seen him, but he called with the squire on my mother," said + Ben significantly. + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to recommend you to him." + </p> + <p> + "It will be of no use, Mr. Crawford," answered Ben, in a decided tone. "I + know he wouldn't employ me, nor would I work for him if he would. Neither + he nor the squire is a friend of mine." + </p> + <p> + "I did not dream of this, Ben. I am sorry if the step I have taken is + going to deprive you of employment," said Mr. Crawford, who was a + kind-hearted man, and felt a sincere interest in his young clerk. + </p> + <p> + "Never mind, Mr. Crawford, I am not cast down. There will be other + openings for me. I am young, strong, and willing to work, and I am sure I + shall find something to do." + </p> + <p> + "That's right, Ben. Cheer up, and if I hear of any good chance, rest + assured that I will let you know of it." + </p> + <p> + Tom Davenport was not long in hearing of his father's bargain. He heard it + with unfeigned pleasure, for it occurred to him at once that Ben, for whom + he had a feeling of hatred, by no means creditable to him, would be thrown + out of employment. + </p> + <p> + "Promise me, pa, that you won't employ Ben Barclay," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I have no intention of employing that boy," said his father. "Mr. Kirk + has a son of his own, about Ben's age, and will, no doubt, put him into + the store, unless you should choose to go in and learn the business." + </p> + <p> + "What! I become a store boy!" exclaimed Tom, in disgust. "No, thank you. I + might be willing to become salesman in a large establishment in the city, + but I don't care to go into a country grocery." + </p> + <p> + "It wouldn't do you any harm," said the squire, who was not quite so + high-minded as his son. "However, I merely mentioned it as something you + could do if you chose." + </p> + <p> + "Bah! I don't choose it," said Tom decidedly. + </p> + <p> + "Well, well; you won't have to do it." + </p> + <p> + "It would put me on a level with Ben Barclay, if I stepped into his shoes. + Won't he be down in the month when he hears he has lost his place?" and + Tom chuckled at the thought. + </p> + <p> + "That is no concern of mine," said the squire. "I suppose he can hire out + to a farmer." + </p> + <p> + "Just the business for him", said Tom, "unless he should prefer to go to + New York and set up as a bootblack. I believe I'll suggest that to him!" + </p> + <p> + "Probably he won't thank you for the suggestion." + </p> + <p> + "I guess not. He's as proud as he is poor. It's amusing to see what airs + he puts on." + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport, however, was not so much interested in that phase of the + subject as Tom, and did not reply. + </p> + <p> + "I think I'll go down street," thought Tom. "Perhaps I may come across + Ben. I shall enjoy seeing how he takes it." + </p> + <p> + Tom had scarcely walked a hundred yards when he met, not the one of whom + he had thought, but another to whom he felt glad to speak on the same + subject. This was Rose Gardiner, the prettiest girl in the village, who + had already deeply offended Tom by accepting Ben as her escort from the + magical entertainment in place of him. He had made advances since, being + desirous of ousting Ben from his position of favorite, but the young lady + had treated him coldly, much to his anger and mortification. + </p> + <p> + "Good-morning, Miss Rose," said Tom. + </p> + <p> + "Good-morning," answered Rose civilly. + </p> + <p> + "Have you heard the news?" + </p> + <p> + "To what news do you refer?" + </p> + <p> + "Crawford has sold out his business." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed!" said Rose, in surprise; "who has bought it?" + </p> + <p> + "My father. Of course, he won't keep store himself. He will put in a + connection of ours, Mr. Kirk." + </p> + <p> + "This is news, indeed! Where is Mr. Crawford going?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know, I'm sure. I thought you'd be more apt to inquire about + somebody else?" + </p> + <p> + "I am not good at guessing enigmas," said Rose. + </p> + <p> + "Your friend, Ben Barclay," returned Tom, with a sneer. "Father won't have + him in the store!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I see; you are going to take his place," said Rose mischievously. + </p> + <p> + "I? What do you take me for?" said Tom, haughtily. "I suppose Ben Barclay + will have to go to work on a farm." + </p> + <p> + "That is a very honorable employment," said Rose calmly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; he can be a hired man when he grows up. Perhaps, though, he will + prefer to go to the city and become a bootblack." + </p> + <p> + "Ben ought to be very much obliged to you for the interest you feel in his + welfare," said Rose, looking steadily and scornfully at Tom. + "Good-morning." + </p> + <p> + "She feels sore about it," thought Tom complacently. "She won't be quite + so ready to accept Ben's attentions when he is a farm laborer." + </p> + <p> + Tom, however, did not understand Rose Gardiner. She was a girl of good + sense, and her estimate of others was founded on something else than + social position. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI — BEN FINDS TEMPORARY EMPLOYMENT + </h2> + <p> + "Oh, Ben, what shall we do?" exclaimed Mrs. Barclay, when she heard Mr. + Crawford had sold out his business. + </p> + <p> + "We'll get along somehow, mother. Something will be sure to turn up." + </p> + <p> + Ben spoke more cheerfully than he felt. He knew very well that Pentonville + presented scarcely any field for a boy, unless he was willing to work on a + farm. Now, Ben had no objections to farm labor, provided he had a farm of + his own, but at the rate such labor was paid in Pentonville, there was + very little chance of ever rising above the position of a "hired man," if + he once adopted the business. Our young hero felt that this would not + satisfy him. He was enterprising and ambitious, and wanted to be a rich + man some day. + </p> + <p> + Money is said, by certain moralists, to be the root of all evil. The love + of money, if carried too far, may indeed lead to evil, but it is a natural + ambition in any boy or man to wish to raise himself above poverty. The + wealth of Amos Lawrence and Peter Cooper was a source of blessing to + mankind, yet each started as a poor boy, and neither would have become + rich if he had not striven hard to become so. + </p> + <p> + When Ben made this cheerful answer his mother shook her head sadly. She + was not so hopeful as Ben, and visions of poverty presented themselves + before her mind. + </p> + <p> + "I don't see what you can find to do in Pentonville, Ben," she said. + </p> + <p> + "I can live a while without work while I am looking around, mother," Ben + answered. "We have got all that money I brought from New York yet." + </p> + <p> + "It won't last long," said his mother despondently. + </p> + <p> + "It will last till I can earn some more," answered Ben hopefully. + </p> + <p> + Ben was about to leave the house when a man in a farmer's frock, driving a + yoke of oxen, stopped his team in the road, and turned in at the widow's + gate. + </p> + <p> + It was Silas Greyson, the owner of a farm just out of the village. + </p> + <p> + "Did you want to see mother?" asked Ben. + </p> + <p> + "No, I wanted to see you, Benjamin," answered Greyson. "I hear you've left + the store." + </p> + <p> + "The store has changed hands, and the new storekeeper don't want me." + </p> + <p> + "Do you want a job?" + </p> + <p> + "What is it, Mr. Greyson?" Ben replied, answering one question with + another. + </p> + <p> + "I'm goin' to get in wood for the winter from my wood lot for about a + week," said the farmer, "and I want help. Are you willin' to hire out for + a week?" + </p> + <p> + "What'll you pay me?" asked Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I'll keep you, and give you a cord of wood. Your mother'll find it handy. + I'm short of money, and calc'late wood'll be just as good pay." + </p> + <p> + Ben thought over the proposal, and answered: "I'd rather take my meals at + home, Mr. Greyson, and if you'll make it two cords with that + understanding, I'll agree to hire out to you." + </p> + <p> + "Ain't that rather high?" asked the farmer, hesitating. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think so." + </p> + <p> + Finally Silas Greyson agreed, and Ben promised to be on hand bright and + early the next day. It may be stated here that wood was very cheap at + Pentonville, so that Ben would not be overpaid. + </p> + <p> + There were some few things about the house which Ben wished to do for his + mother before he went to work anywhere, and he thought this a good + opportunity to do them. While in the store his time had been so taken up + that he was unable to attend to them. He passed a busy day, therefore, and + hardly went into the street. + </p> + <p> + Just at nightfall, as he was in the front yard, he was rather surprised to + see Tom Davenport open the gate and enter. + </p> + <p> + "What does he want, I wonder?" he thought, but he said, in a civil tone: + "Good-evening, Tom." + </p> + <p> + "You're out of business, ain't you?" asked Tom abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "I'm not out of work at any rate!" answered Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Why, what work are you doing?" interrogated Tom, in evident + disappointment. + </p> + <p> + "I've been doing some jobs about the house, for mother." + </p> + <p> + "That won't give you a living," said Tom disdainfully. + </p> + <p> + "Very true." + </p> + <p> + "Did you expect to stay in the store?" asked Tom. + </p> + <p> + "Not after I heard that your father had bought it," answered Ben quietly. + </p> + <p> + "My father's willing to give you work," said Tom. + </p> + <p> + "Is he?" asked Ben, very much surprised. + </p> + <p> + It occurred to him that perhaps he would have a chance to remain in the + store after all, and for the present that would have suited him. Though he + didn't like the squire, or Mr. Kirk, he felt that he had no right, in his + present circumstances, to refuse any way to earn an honest living. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Tom. "I told him he'd better hire you." + </p> + <p> + "You did!" exclaimed Ben, more and more amazed. "I didn't expect that. + However, go on, if you please." + </p> + <p> + "He's got three cords of wood that he wants sawed and split," said Tom, + "and as I knew how poor you were I thought it would be a good chance for + you." + </p> + <p> + You might have thought from Tom's manner that he was a young lord, and Ben + a peasant. Ben was not angry, but amused. + </p> + <p> + "It is true," he said. "I am not rich; still, I am not as poor as you + think." + </p> + <p> + He happened to have in his pocketbook the money he had brought from New + York, and this he took from his pocket and displayed to the astonished + Tom. + </p> + <p> + "Where did you get that money?" asked Tom, surprised and chagrined. + </p> + <p> + "I got it honestly. You see we can hold out a few days. However, I may be + willing to accept the job you offer me. How much is your father willing to + pay me?" + </p> + <p> + "He is willing to give you forty cents a day." + </p> + <p> + "How long does he expect me to work for that?" + </p> + <p> + "Ten hours." + </p> + <p> + "That is four cents an hour, and hard work at that. I am much obliged to + you and him, Tom, for your liberal offer, but I can't accept it." + </p> + <p> + "You'll see the time when you'll be glad to take such a job," said Tom, + who was personally disappointed that he would not be able to exhibit Ben + as his father's hired dependent. + </p> + <p> + "You seem to know all about it, Tom," answered Ben. "I shall be at work + all next week, at much higher pay, for Silas Greyson." + </p> + <p> + "How much does he pay you?" + </p> + <p> + "That is my private business, and wouldn't interest you." + </p> + <p> + "You're mighty independent for a boy in your position." + </p> + <p> + "Very likely. Won't you come in?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Tom ungraciously; "I've wasted too much time here already." + </p> + <p> + "I understand Tom's object in wanting to hire me," thought Ben. "He wants + to order me around. Still, if the squire had been willing to pay a decent + price, I would have accepted the job. I won't let pride stand in the way + of my supporting mother and myself." + </p> + <p> + This was a sensible and praiseworthy resolution, as I hope my young + readers will admit. I don't think much of the pride that is willing to let + others suffer in order that it may be gratified. + </p> + <p> + Ben worked a full week for Farmer Greyson, and helped unload the two cords + of wood, which were his wages, in his mother's yard. Then there were two + days of idleness, which made him anxious. On the second day, just after + supper, he met Rose Gardiner coming from the post office. + </p> + <p> + "Have you any correspondents in New York, Ben?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "What makes you ask, Rose?" + </p> + <p> + Because the postmaster told me there was a letter for you by this + evening's mail. It was mailed in New York, and was directed in a lady's + hand. I hope you haven't been flirting with any New York ladies, Mr. + Barclay." + </p> + <p> + "The only lady I know in New York is at least fifty years old," answered + Ben, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "That is satisfactory," answered Rose solemnly. "Then I won't be jealous." + </p> + <p> + "What can the letter be?" thought Ben. "I hope it contains good news." + </p> + <p> + He hurried to the post office in a fever of excitement. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII — WHAT THE LETTER CONTAINED + </h2> + <p> + "I hear there is a letter for me, Mr. Brown," said Ben to the postmaster, + who was folding the evening papers, of which he received a parcel from the + city by the afternoon train. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Ben," answered the postmaster, smiling. "It appears to be from a + lady in New York. You must have improved your time during your recent + visit to the city." + </p> + <p> + "I made the acquaintance of one lady older than my mother," answered Ben. + "I didn't flirt with her any." + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, I should judge that she became interested in you or she + wouldn't write." + </p> + <p> + "I hope she did, for she is very wealthy," returned Ben. + </p> + <p> + The letter was placed in his hands, and he quickly tore it open. + </p> + <p> + Something dropped from it. + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" asked the postmaster. + </p> + <p> + Ben stooped and picked it up, and, to his surprise, discovered that it was + a ten-dollar bill. + </p> + <p> + "That's a correspondent worth having," said Mr. Brown jocosely. "Can't you + give me a letter of introduction?" + </p> + <p> + Ben didn't answer, for he was by this time deep the letter. We will look + over his shoulder and read it with him. It ran thus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "No. —— Madison Avenue, + New York, October 5. + + "My Dear Young Friend: + + "Will you come to New York and call upon me? I have a very pleasant + remembrance of you and the service you did me recently, and think I + can employ you in other ways, to our mutual advantage. I am willing + to pay you a higher salary than you are receiving in your country + home, besides providing you with a home in my own house. I inclose + ten dollars for expenses. Yours, with best wishes, + + "Helen Hamilton" +</pre> + <p> + Ben's heart beat with joyful excitement as he read this letter. It could + not have come at a better time, for, as we know, he was out of employment, + and, of course, earning nothing. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Ben," said the postmaster, whose curiosity was excited, is it good + news?" + </p> + <p> + "I should say it was," said Ben emphatically. "I am offered a good + situation in New York." + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so! How much are offered?" + </p> + <p> + "I am to get more than Mr. Crawford paid me and board in a fine house + besides—a brownstone house on Madison Avenue." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I declare! You are in luck," ejaculated Mr. Brown. "What are you to + do?" + </p> + <p> + "That's more than I know. Here is the letter, if you like to read it." + </p> + <p> + "It reads well. She must be a generous lady. But what will your mother + say?" + </p> + <p> + "That's what I want to know," said Ben, looking suddenly sober. "I hate to + leave her, but it is for my good." + </p> + <p> + "Mothers are self-sacrificing when the interests of their children are + concerned." + </p> + <p> + "I know that," said Ben promptly; "and I've got one of the best mothers + going." + </p> + <p> + "So you have. Every one likes and respects Mrs. Barclay." + </p> + <p> + Any boy, who is worth anything, likes to hear his mother praised, and Ben + liked Mr. Brown better for this tribute to the one whom he loved best on + earth. He was not slow in making his way home. He went at once to the + kitchen, where his mother was engaged in mixing bread. + </p> + <p> + "What's the matter, Ben? You look excited," said Mrs. Barkley. + </p> + <p> + "So I am, mother. I am offered a position." + </p> + <p> + "Not in the store?" + </p> + <p> + "No; it is in New York." + </p> + <p> + "In New York!" repeated his mother, in a troubled voice. "It would cost + you all you could make to pay your board in some cheap boarding house. If + it were really going to be for your own good, I might consent to part with + you, but—" + </p> + <p> + "Read that letter, mother," said Ben. "You will see that I shall have an + elegant home and a salary besides. It is a chance in a thousand." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay read the letter carefully. + </p> + <p> + "Can I go, mother?" Ben asked anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "It will be a sacrifice for me to part with you," returned his mother + slowly; "but I agree with you that it is a rare chance, and I should be + doing wrong to stand in the way of your good fortune. Mrs. Hamilton must + have formed a very good opinion of you." + </p> + <p> + "She may be disappointed in me," said Ben modestly. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think she will," said Mrs. Barclay, with a proud and affectionate + glance at her boy. "You have always been a good son, and that is the best + of recommendations." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid you are too partial, mother. I shall hate to leave you + alone." + </p> + <p> + "I can bear loneliness if I know you are prospering, Ben." + </p> + <p> + "And it will only be for a time, mother. When I am a young man and earning + a good income, I shall want you to come and live with me." + </p> + <p> + "All in good time, Ben. How soon do you want to go?" + </p> + <p> + "I think it better to lose no time, mother. You know I have no work to + keep me in Pentonville." + </p> + <p> + "But it will take two or three days to get your clothes ready." + </p> + <p> + "You can send them to me by express. I shall send you the address." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Barclay was a fond mother, but she was also a sensible woman. She + felt that Ben was right, and, though it seemed very sudden, she gave him + her permission to start the next morning. Had she objected strenuously, + Ben would have given up his plan, much as he desired it, for he felt that + his mother had the strongest claims upon him, and he would not have been + willing to run counter to her wishes. + </p> + <p> + "Where are you going, Ben?" asked his mother, as Ben put on his hat and + moved toward the door. + </p> + <p> + "I thought I would like to call on Rose Gardiner to say good-by," answered + Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Quite right, my son. Rose is a good friend of yours, and an excellent + girl" + </p> + <p> + "I say ditto to that, mother," Ben answered warmly. + </p> + <p> + I am not going to represent Ben as being in love—he was too young + for that—but, like many boys of his age, he felt a special + attraction in the society of one young girl. His good taste was certainly + not at fault in his choice of Rose Gardiner, who, far from being frivolous + and fashionable, was a girl of sterling traits, who was not above making + herself useful in the household of which she formed a part. + </p> + <p> + On his way to the home of Rose Gardiner, Ben met Tom Davenport. + </p> + <p> + "How are you getting along?" asked Tom, not out of interest, but + curiosity. + </p> + <p> + "Very well, thank you." + </p> + <p> + "Have you got through helping the farmer?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "It was a very long job. Have you thought better of coming to saw wood for + father?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I have thought worse of it," answered Ben, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "You are too proud. Poor and proud don't agree." + </p> + <p> + "Not at all. I would have had no objection to the work. It was the pay I + didn't like." + </p> + <p> + "You can't earn more than forty cents a day at anything else." + </p> + <p> + "You are mistaken. I am going to New York to-morrow to take a place, where + I get board and considerable more money besides." + </p> + <p> + "Is that true?" asked Tom, looking as if he had lost his best friend. + </p> + <p> + "Quite so. The party inclosed ten dollars to pay my expenses up to the + city." + </p> + <p> + "He must be a fool." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. It happens to be a lady." + </p> + <p> + "What are you to do?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know yet. I am sure I shall be well paid. I must ask you to + excuse me now, as I am going to call on Rose Gardiner to bid her good-by." + </p> + <p> + "I dare say she would excuse you," said Tom, with a sneer. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps so; but I wouldn't like to go without saying good-by." + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, he will be out of my way," thought Tom, "and I can + monopolize Rose. I'm glad he's going." + </p> + <p> + He bade Ben an unusually civil good-night at this thought occurred to him. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII — FAREWELL TO PENTONVILLE + </h2> + <p> + "I have come to say good-by, Rose," said Ben, as the young lady made her + appearance. + </p> + <p> + "Good-by!" repeated Rose, in surprise. "Why, where are you going?" + </p> + <p> + "To New York." + </p> + <p> + "But you are coming back again?" + </p> + <p> + "I hope so, but only for a visit now and then. I am offered a position in + the city." + </p> + <p> + "Isn't that rather sudden?" said Rose, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + Ben explained how he came to be offered employment. + </p> + <p> + "I am to receive higher pay than I did here, and a home besides," he + added, in a tone of satisfaction. "Don't you think I am lucky?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Ben, and I rejoice in your good fortune; but I shall miss you so + much," said Rose frankly. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of that," returned Ben. "I hoped you would miss me a little. + You'll go and see mother now and then, won't you? She will feel very + lonely." + </p> + <p> + "You may be sure I will. It is a pity you have to go away. A great many + will be sorry." + </p> + <p> + "I know someone who won't." + </p> + <p> + "Who is that?" + </p> + <p> + "Tom Davenport." + </p> + <p> + Rose smiled. She had a little idea why Tom would not regret Ben's absence. + </p> + <p> + "Tom could be spared, as well as not," she said. + </p> + <p> + "He is a strong admirer of yours, I believe," said Ben mischievously. + </p> + <p> + "I don't admire him," retorted Rose, with a little toss of her head. + </p> + <p> + Ben heard this with satisfaction, for though he was too young to be a + lover, he did have a strong feeling of attraction toward Rose, and would + have been sorry to have Tom step into his place. + </p> + <p> + As Ben was preparing to go, Rose said, "Wait a minute, Ben." + </p> + <p> + She left the room and went upstairs, but returned almost immediately, with + a small knit purse. + </p> + <p> + "Won't you accept this, Ben?" she said. "I just finished it yesterday. It + will remind you of me when you are away." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Rose. I shall need nothing to keep you in my remembrance, but + I will value it for your sake." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you will be fortunate and fill it very soon, Ben." + </p> + <p> + So the two parted on the most friendly terms, and the next day Ben started + for New York in the highest of spirits. + </p> + <p> + After purchasing his ticket, he gave place to Squire Davenport, who also + called for a ticket to New York. Now, it so happened that the squire had + not seen Tom since the interview of the latter with our hero, and was in + ignorance of his good luck. + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to New York, Benjamin?" he asked, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Isn't it rather extravagant for one in your circumstances?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; if I had no object in view." + </p> + <p> + "Have you any business in the city?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; I am going to take a place." + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport was still more surprised, and asked particulars. These + Ben readily gave, for he was quite elated by his good fortune. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, that's it, is it?" said the squire contemptuously. "I thought you + might have secured a position in some business house. This lady probably + wants you to answer the doorbell and clean the knives, or something of + that sort." + </p> + <p> + "I am sure she does not," said Ben, indignant and mortified. + </p> + <p> + "You'll find I am right," said the squire confidently. "Young man, I can't + congratulate you on your prospects. You would have done as well to stay in + Pentonville and work on my woodpile." + </p> + <p> + "Whatever work I may do in New York, I shall be a good deal better paid + for than here," retorted Ben. + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport shrugged his shoulders, and began to read the morning + paper. To do him justice, he only said what he thought when he predicted + to Ben that he would be called upon to do menial work. + </p> + <p> + "The boy won't be in so good spirits a week hence," he thought. "However, + that is not my affair. There is no doubt that I shall get possession of + his mother's house when the three months are up, and I don't at all care + where he and his mother go. If they leave Pentonville I shall be very well + satisfied. I have no satisfaction in meeting either of them," and the + squire frowned, as if some unpleasant thought had crossed his mind. + </p> + <p> + Nothing of note passed during the remainder of the journey. Ben arrived in + New York, and at once took a conveyance uptown, and due time found + himself, carpet-bag in hand, on the front steps of Mrs. Hamilton's house. + </p> + <p> + He rang the bell, and the door was opened by a servant. + </p> + <p> + "She's out shopping," answered the girl, looking inquisitively at Ben's + carpet-bag. "Will you leave a message for her?" + </p> + <p> + "I believe I am expected," said Ben, feeling a little awkward. "My name is + Benjamin Barclay." + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Hamilton didn't say anything about expecting any boy," returned the + servant. "You can come in, if you like, and I'll call Mrs. Hill." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose that is the housekeeper," thought Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Very well," he answered. "I believe I will come in, as Mrs. Hamilton + wrote me to come." + </p> + <p> + Ben left his bag in the front hall, and with his hat in his hand followed + the servant into the handsomely-furnished drawing room. + </p> + <p> + "I wish Mrs. Hamilton had been here," he said to himself. "The girl seems + to look at me suspiciously. I hope the housekeeper knows about my coming." + </p> + <p> + Ben sat down in an easy-chair beside a marble-topped center table, and + waited for fifteen minutes before anyone appeared. He beguiled the time by + looking over a handsomely illustrated book of views, but presently the + door was pushed open and he looked up. + </p> + <p> + The newcomer was a spare, pale-faced woman, with a querulous expression, + who stared coldly at our hero. It was clear that she was not glad to see + him. "What can I do for you, young man?" she asked in a repellent tone. + </p> + <p> + "What a disagreeable-looking woman!" thought Ben. "I am sure we shall + never be friends." + </p> + <p> + "Is Mrs. Hamilton expected in soon?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I really cannot say. She does not report to me how long she expects to be + gone." + </p> + <p> + "Didn't she speak to you about expecting me?" asked Ben, feeling decidedly + uncomfortable. + </p> + <p> + "Not a word!" was the reply. + </p> + <p> + "She wrote to me to come here, but perhaps she did not expect me so soon." + </p> + <p> + "If you have come here to collect a bill, or with any business errand, I + can attend to you. I am Mrs. Hamilton's cousin." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you; it will be necessary for me to see Mrs. Hamilton." + </p> + <p> + "Then you may as well call in the afternoon, or some other day." + </p> + <p> + "That's pretty cool!" thought Ben. "That woman wants to get me out of the + house, but I propose to 'hold the fort' till Mrs. Hamilton arrives." + </p> + <p> + "I thought you might know that I am going to stay here," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "What!" exclaimed Mrs. Hill, in genuine surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Hamilton has offered me a position, though I do not know what the + duties are to be, and am going to make my home here." + </p> + <p> + "Really this is too much!" said the pale-faced lady sternly. "Here, + Conrad!" she called, going to the door. + </p> + <p> + A third party made his appearance on the scene, a boy who looked so much + like Mrs. Hill that it was clear she was his mother. He was two inches + taller than Ben, but looked pale and flabby. + </p> + <p> + "What's wanted, ma?" he said, staring at Ben. + </p> + <p> + "This young man has made a strange mistake. He says Mrs. Hamilton has sent + for him and that he is going to live here. + </p> + <p> + "He's got cheek," exclaimed Conrad, continuing to stare at Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Tell him he'd better go!" + </p> + <p> + "You'd better go!" said the boy, like a parrot. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," returned Ben, provoked, "but I mean to stay." + </p> + <p> + "Go and call a policeman, Conrad," said Mrs. Hill. "We'll see what he'll + have to say then." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX — A COOL RECEPTION + </h2> + <p> + "This isn't quite the reception I expected," thought Ben. He was provoked + with the disagreeable woman who persisted in regarding and treating him as + an intruder, but he was not nervous or alarmed. He knew that things would + come right, and that Mrs. Hill and her promising son would see their + mistake. He had half a mind to let Conrad call a policeman, and then turn + the tables upon his foes. But, he knew that this would be disagreeable to + Mrs. Hamilton, whose feelings he was bound to consider. + </p> + <p> + "Before you call a policeman," he said quietly, "it may be well for you to + read this letter." + </p> + <p> + As he spoke handed Mrs. Hill the letter he had received from Mrs. + Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill took the letter suspiciously, and glared over it. As she read, a + spot of red glowed in each pallid check, and she bit her lips in + annoyance. + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand it," she said slowly. + </p> + <p> + Ben did not feel called upon to explain what was perfectly intelligible. + He saw that Mrs. Hill didn't want to understand it. + </p> + <p> + "What is it, ma?" asked Conrad, his curiosity aroused. + </p> + <p> + "You can read it for yourself, Conrad," returned his mother. + </p> + <p> + "Is he coming to live here?" ejaculated Conrad, astonished, indicating Ben + with a jerk of his finger. + </p> + <p> + "If this letter is genuine," said Mrs. Hill, with at significant emphasis + on the last word. + </p> + <p> + "If it is not, Mrs. Hamilton will be sure to tell you so," said Ben, + provoked. + </p> + <p> + "Come out, Conrad; I want to speak to you," said his mother. + </p> + <p> + Without ceremony, they left Ben in the parlor alone, and withdrew to + another part of the house, where they held a conference. + </p> + <p> + "What does it all mean, ma?" asked Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "It means that your prospects are threatened, my poor boy. Cousin + Hamilton, who is very eccentric, has taken a fancy to this boy, and she is + going to confer favors upon him at your expense. It is too bad!" + </p> + <p> + "I'd like to break his head!" said Conrad, scowling. + </p> + <p> + "It won't do, Conrad, to fight him openly. We must do what we can in an + underhand way to undermine him with Cousin Hamilton. She ought to make you + her heir, as she has no children of her own." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think she likes me," said the boy. "She only gives me two dollars + a week allowance, and she scolded me the other day because she met me in + the hall smoking a cigarette." + </p> + <p> + "Be sure not to offend her, Conrad. A great deal depends on it. Two + dollars ought to answer for the present. When you are a young man, you may + be in very different circumstances." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know about that," grumbled Conrad. "I may get two dollars a week + then, but what's that?" + </p> + <p> + "You may be a wealthy man!" said his mother impressively. "Cousin Hamilton + is not so healthy as she looks. I have a suspicion that her heart is + affected. She might die suddenly." + </p> + <p> + "Do you really think so?" said Conrad eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "I think so. What you must try to do is to stand well with her, and get + her to make her will in your favor. I will attend to that, if you will do + as I tell you." + </p> + <p> + "She may make this boy her heir," said Conrad discontentedly. "Then where + would I be?" + </p> + <p> + "She won't do it, if I can help it," said Mrs. Hill with an emphatic nod. + "I will manage to make trouble between them. You will always be my first + interest, my dear boy." + </p> + <p> + She made a motion to kiss her dear boy, but Conrad, who was by no means of + an affectionate disposition, moved his head suddenly, with an impatient + exclamation, "Oh, bother!" + </p> + <p> + A pained look came over the mother's face, for she loved her son, + unattractive and disagreeable as he was, with a love the greater because + she loved no one else in the world. Mother and son were selfish alike, but + the son the more so, for he had not a spark of love for any human being. + </p> + <p> + "There's the bell!" said Mrs. Hill suddenly. "I do believe Cousin Hamilton + has come. Now we shall find out whether this boy's story is true." + </p> + <p> + "Let's go downstairs, ma! I hope it's all a mistake and she'll send me for + a policeman." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid the boy's story is correct. But his day will be short." + </p> + <p> + When they reached the hall, Mrs. Hamilton had already been admitted to the + house. + </p> + <p> + "There's a boy in the drawing room, Mrs. Hamilton," said Mrs. Hill, "who + says he is to stay here—that you sent for him." + </p> + <p> + "Has he come already?" returned Mrs. Hamilton. "I am glad of it." + </p> + <p> + "Then you did send for him?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course. Didn't I mention it to you? I hardly expected he would come so + soon." + </p> + <p> + She opened the door of the drawing room, and approached Ben, with extended + hand and a pleasant smile. + </p> + <p> + "Welcome to New York, Ben," she said. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting + long?" + </p> + <p> + "Not very long," answered Ben, shaking her hand. + </p> + <p> + "This is my cousin Mrs. Hill, who relieves me of part of my housekeeping + care," continued Mrs. Hamilton, "and this is her son, Conrad. Conrad, this + is a companion for you, Benjamin Barclay, who will be a new member of our + small family." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are well, Conrad," said Ben, with a smile, to the boy who but + a short time before was going for a policeman to put him under arrest. + </p> + <p> + "I'm all right," said Conrad ungraciously. + </p> + <p> + "Really, Cousin Hamilton, this is a surprise" said Mrs. Hill. "You are + quite kind to provide Conrad with a companion, but I don't think he felt + the need of any, except his mother—and you." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton laughed. She saw that neither Mrs. Hill nor Conrad was glad + to see Ben, and this was only what she expected, and, indeed, this was the + chief reason why she had omitted to mention Ben's expected arrival. + </p> + <p> + "You give me too much credit," she said, "if you think I invited this + young gentleman here solely as a companion to Conrad. I shall have some + writing and accounts for him to attend to." + </p> + <p> + "I am sure Conrad would have been glad to serve you in that way, Cousin + Hamilton," said Mrs. Hill. "I am sorry you did not give him the first + chance." + </p> + <p> + "Conrad wouldn't have suited me," said Mrs. Hamilton bluntly. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I may not be competent," suggested Ben modestly. + </p> + <p> + "We can tell better after trying you," said his patroness. "As for Conrad, + I have obtained a position for him. He is to enter the offices of Jones + & Woodhull, on Pearl Street, to-morrow. You will take an early + breakfast, Conrad, for it will be necessary for you to be at the office at + eight o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "How much am I to get?" asked Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "Four dollars a week. I shall let you have all this in lieu of the weekly + allowance I pay you, but will provide you with clothing, as heretofore, so + that this will keep you liberally supplied with pocket money." + </p> + <p> + "Conrad's brow cleared. He was lazy, and did not enjoy going to work, but + the increase of his allowance would be satisfactory. + </p> + <p> + "And now, Ben, Mrs. Hill will kindly show you your room. It is the large + hall bedroom on the third floor. When you have unpacked your valise, and + got to feel at home, come downstairs, and we will have a little + conversation upon business. You will find me in the sitting room, on the + next floor." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said Ben politely, and he followed the pallid cousin + upstairs. He was shown into a handsomely furnished room, bright and + cheerful. + </p> + <p> + "This is a very pleasant room," he said. + </p> + <p> + "You won't occupy it long!" said Mrs. Hill to herself. "No one will step + into my Conrad's place, if I can help it." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX — ENTERING UPON HIS DUTIES + </h2> + <p> + When Ben had taken out his clothing from his valise and put it away in the + drawers of the handsome bureau which formed a part of the furniture of his + room, he went downstairs, and found his patroness in a cozy sitting room, + on the second floor. It was furnished, Ben could not help thinking, more + as if it were designed for a gentleman than a lady. In one corner was a + library table, with writing materials, books, and papers upon it, and an + array of drawers on either side of the central part. + </p> + <p> + "Come right in, Ben," said Mrs. Hamilton, who was seated at the table. "We + will talk of business." + </p> + <p> + This Ben was quite willing to do. He was anxious to know what were to be + his duties, that he might judge whether he was competent to discharge + them. + </p> + <p> + "Let me tell you, to begin with," said his patroness, "that I am possessed + of considerable wealth, as, indeed, you may have judged by way of living. + I have no children, unfortunately, and being unwilling, selfishly, to + devote my entire means to my own use exclusively, I try to help others in + a way that I think most suitable. Mrs. Hill, who acts as my housekeeper, + is a cousin, who made a poor marriage, and was left penniless. I have + given a home to her and her son." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think Mrs. Hill likes my being here," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "You are, no doubt, right. She is foolish enough to be jealous because I + do not bestow all my favors upon her." + </p> + <p> + "I think she will look upon me as a rival of her son." + </p> + <p> + "I expected she would. Perhaps she will learn, after a while, that I can + be a friend to you and him both, though, I am free to admit, I have never + been able to take any fancy to Conrad, nor, indeed, was his mother a + favorite with me. But for her needy circumstances, she is, perhaps, the + last of my relatives that I would invite to become a member of my + household. However, to come to business: My money is invested in various + ways. Besides the ordinary forms of investment, stocks, bonds, and + mortgages, I have set up two or three young men, whom I thought worthy, in + business, and require them to send in monthly statements of their business + to me. You see, therefore, that I have more or less to do with accounts. I + never had much taste for figures, and it struck me that I might relieve + myself of considerable drudgery if I could obtain your assistance, under + my supervision, of course. I hope you have a taste for figures?" + </p> + <p> + "Arithmetic and algebra are my favorite studies," said Ben promptly. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of it. Of course, I did not know that, but had you not been + well versed in accounts, I meant to send you to a commercial school to + qualify you for the duties I wished to impose upon you." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think it will be necessary," answered Ben. "I have taken lessons + in bookkeeping at home, and, though it seems like boasting, I was better + in mathematics than any of my schoolfellows." + </p> + <p> + "I am so glad to hear that. Can you write well?" + </p> + <p> + "Shall I write something for you?" + </p> + <p> + "Do so." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton vacated her place, and Ben, sitting at the desk, wrote two + or three copies from remembrance. + </p> + <p> + "Very well, indeed!" said his patroness approvingly. "I see that in + engaging you I have made no mistake." + </p> + <p> + Ben's cheek flushed with pleasure, and he was eager to enter upon his new + duties. But he could not help wondering why he had been selected when + Conrad was already in the house, and unemployed. He ventured to say: + </p> + <p> + "Would you mind telling me why you did not employ Conrad, instead of + sending for me?" + </p> + <p> + "There are two good and sufficient reasons: Conrad is not competent for + such an office; and secondly, I should not like to have the boy about me + as much as he would need to be. I have obtained for him a position out of + the house. One question remains to be considered: How much wages do you + expect?" + </p> + <p> + "I would prefer to leave that to you, Mrs. Hamilton. I cannot expect high + pay." + </p> + <p> + "Will ten dollars a week be adequate?" + </p> + <p> + "I can't earn as much money as that," said Ben, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps not, and yet I am not sure. If you suit me, it will be worth my + while to pay you as much." + </p> + <p> + "But Conrad will only receive four dollars a week. Won't he be angry?" + </p> + <p> + "Conrad is not called upon to support his mother, as I understand you + are." + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind to think of that, Mrs. Hamilton." + </p> + <p> + "I want to be kind to you, Ben," said his patroness with a pleasant smile. + </p> + <p> + "When shall I commence my duties?" + </p> + <p> + "Now. You will copy this statement into the ledger you see here. Before + doing so, will you look over and verify the figures?" + </p> + <p> + Ben was soon hard at work. He was interested in his work, and the time + slipped fast. After an hour and a half had passed, Mrs. Hamilton said: + </p> + <p> + "It is about time for lunch, and I think there will be no more to do + to-day. Are you familiar with New York?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I have spent very little time in the city." + </p> + <p> + "You will, no doubt, like to look about. We have dinner at six sharp. You + will be on tine?" + </p> + <p> + "I will be sure to be here." + </p> + <p> + "That reminds me—have you a watch?" + </p> + <p> + Ben shook his head. + </p> + <p> + "I thought it might be so. I have a good silver watch, which I have no + occasion for." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton left the room, and quickly returned with a neat silver + hunting-case watch, with a guilt chain. + </p> + <p> + "This is yours, Ben," she said, "if you like it." + </p> + <p> + "Do you give it to me?" asked Ben joyously. He had only expected that it + would be loaned to him. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I give it to you, and I hope you will find it useful." + </p> + <p> + "How can I thank you, Mrs. Hamilton, for your kindness?" + </p> + <p> + "You are more grateful than Conrad. I gave him one just like it, and he + was evidently dissatisfied became it was not gold. When you are older the + gold watch may come." + </p> + <p> + "I am very well pleased with the silver watch, for I have long wanted one, + but did not see any way of obtaining it." + </p> + <p> + "You are wise in having moderate desires, Ben. But there goes the lunch + bell. You may want to wash your hands. When you have done so come down to + the dining room, in the rear of the sitting room." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill and Conrad were already seated at the table when Ben descended. + </p> + <p> + "Take a seat opposite Conrad, Ben," said Mrs. Hamilton, who was sitting at + one end of the table. + </p> + <p> + The lunch was plain but substantial, and Ben, who had taken an early + breakfast, enjoyed it. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose we shall not have Conrad at lunch to-morrow?" said Mrs. + Hamilton. "He will be at the store." + </p> + <p> + Conrad made a grimace. He world have enjoyed his freedom better. + </p> + <p> + "I won't have much of my four dollars left if I have to pay for lunch," he + said in a surly tone. + </p> + <p> + "You shall have a reasonable allowance for that purpose." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose Mr. Barclay will lunch at home," said Mrs. Hill. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, since his work will be here. He is to be my home clerk, and + will keep my accounts." + </p> + <p> + "You needn't have gone out of the house for a clerk, Cousin Hamilton. I am + sure Conrad would have been glad of the work." + </p> + <p> + "It will be better for Conrad to learn business in a larger + establishment," said Mrs. Hamilton quietly. + </p> + <p> + This was a new way of looking at it, and helped to reconcile Mrs. Hill to + an arrangement which at first had disappointed her. + </p> + <p> + "Have you any engagements this afternoon, Conrad?" asked Mrs. Hamilton. + "Ben will have nothing to do, and you could show him the city." + </p> + <p> + "I've got an engagement with a fellow," said Conrad hastily. + </p> + <p> + "I can find my way about alone, thank you," said Ben. "I won't trouble + Conrad." + </p> + <p> + "Very well. This evening, however, Ben, I think you may enjoy going to the + theater. Conrad can accompany you, unless he has another engagement." + </p> + <p> + "I'll go with him," said Conrad, more graciously, for he was fond of + amusements. + </p> + <p> + "Then we will all meet at dinner, and you two young gentlemen can leave in + good time for the theater." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI — AT THE THEATER + </h2> + <p> + After dinner, Ben and Conrad started to walk to the theater. The distance + was about a mile, but in the city there is so much always to be seen that + one does not think of distance. + </p> + <p> + Conrad, who was very curious to ascertain Ben's status in the household, + lost no time in making inquiries. + </p> + <p> + "What does my aunt find for you to do?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + It may be remarked, by the way, that no such relationship ever existed + between them, but Mrs. Hill and her son thought politic to make the + relationship seem as close as possible, as it would, perhaps, increase + their apparent claim upon their rich relative. + </p> + <p> + Ben answered the question. + </p> + <p> + "You'll have a stupid time," said Conrad. "All the same, she ought to have + given the place to me. How much does she pay you?" + </p> + <p> + Ben hesitated, for he knew that his answer would make his companion + discontented. + </p> + <p> + "I am not sure whether I am at liberty to tell," he answered, with + hesitation. + </p> + <p> + "There isn't any secret about it, is there?" said Conrad sharply. + </p> + <p> + No, I suppose not. I am to receive ten dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Ten dollars a week!" ejaculated Conrad, stopping short in the street. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "And I get but four! That's a shame!" + </p> + <p> + "I shall really have no more than you, Conrad. I have a mother to provide + for, and I shall send home six dollars a week regularly." + </p> + <p> + "That doesn't make any difference!" exclaimed Conrad, in excitement. "It's + awfully mean of aunt to treat you so much better than she does me." + </p> + <p> + "You mustn't say that to me," said Ben. "She has been kind to us both, and + I don't like to hear anything said against her." + </p> + <p> + "You're not going to tell her?" said Conrad suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly not," said Ben indignantly. "What do you take me for?" + </p> + <p> + "Some fellows would, to set Aunt Hamilton against me." + </p> + <p> + "I am not so mean as that." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad I can depend on you. You see, the old lady is awfully rich—doesn't + know what to do with her money—and as she has no son, or anybody + nearer than me and mother, it's natural we should inherit her money." + </p> + <p> + "I hope she will enjoy it herself for a good many years." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, she's getting old," said Conrad carelessly. "She can't expect to live + forever. It wouldn't be fair for young people if their parents lived to a + hundred. Now, would it?" + </p> + <p> + "I should be very glad to have my mother live to a hundred, if she could + enjoy life," said Ben, disgusted with his companoin's sordid selfishness. + </p> + <p> + "Your mother hasn't got any money, and that makes a difference." + </p> + <p> + Ben had a reply, but he reflected it would be of little use to argue with + one who took such widely different views as Conrad. Moreover, they were + already within a block or two of the theater. + </p> + <p> + The best seats were priced at a dollar and a half, and Mrs. Hamilton had + given Conrad three dollars to purchase one for Ben and one for himself. + </p> + <p> + "It seems an awful price to pay a dollar and a half for a seat," said + Conrad. "Suppose we go into the gallery, where the seats are only fifty + cents?" + </p> + <p> + "I think Mrs. Hamilton meant us to take higher-priced seats." + </p> + <p> + "She won't care, or know, unless we choose to tell her." + </p> + <p> + "Then you don't propose to give her back the difference?" + </p> + <p> + "You don't take me for a fool, do you? I'll tell you what I'll do. If you + don't mind a fifty-cent seat, I'll give you twenty-five cents out of this + money." + </p> + <p> + Ben could hardly believe Conrad was in earnest in this exhibition of + meanness. + </p> + <p> + "Then," said he, "you would clear seventy-five cents on my seat and a + dollar on your own?" + </p> + <p> + "You can see almost as well in the gallery," said Conrad. "I'll give you + fifty cents, if you insist upon it." + </p> + <p> + "I insist upon having my share of the money spent for a seat," said Ben, + contemptuously. "You can sit where you please, of course." + </p> + <p> + "You ain't very obliging," said Conrad sullenly. "I need the money, and + that's what made me propose it. As you've made so much fuss about it, + we'll take orchestra seats." + </p> + <p> + This he did, though unwillingly. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I shall ever like that boy," thought Ben. "He's a little + too mean." + </p> + <p> + They both enjoyed the play, Ben perhaps with the most zest, for he had + never before attended a city theater. At eleven o'clock the curtain fell, + and they went out. + </p> + <p> + "Come, Ben," said Conrad, "you might treat a fellow to soda water." + </p> + <p> + "I will," answered Ben. "Where shall we go?" + </p> + <p> + "Just opposite. They've got fine soda water across the street." + </p> + <p> + The boys drank their soda water, and started to go home. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose we go in somewhere and have a game of billiards?" suggested + Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "I don't play," answered Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I'll teach you; come along," urged Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "It is getting late, and I would rather not." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you go to roost with the chickens in the country?" sneered + Conrad. You'll learn better in the city—if you stay." + </p> + <p> + "There is another reason," continued Ben. "I suppose it costs money to + play billiards, and I have none to spare." + </p> + <p> + "Only twenty-five cents a game." + </p> + <p> + "It will be cheaper to go to bed." + </p> + <p> + "You won't do anything a fellow wants you to," grumbled Conrad. "You + needn't be so mean, when you are getting ten dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "I have plenty to do with my money, and I want to save up something every + week." + </p> + <p> + On the whole the boys did not take to each other. They took very different + views of life and duty, and there seemed to be small prospect of their + becoming intimate friends. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton had gone to bed when they returned, but Mrs. Hill was up + watching for her son. She was a cold, disagreeable woman, but she was + devoted to her boy. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you have come home so soon," she said. + </p> + <p> + "I wanted to play a game of billiards, but Ben wouldn't," grumbled Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "If you had done so, I should have had to sit up later for you, Conrad." + </p> + <p> + "There was no use in sitting up for me. I ain't a baby," responded Conrad + ungratefully. + </p> + <p> + "You know I can't sleep when I know you are out, Conrad." + </p> + <p> + "Then you're very foolish. Isn't she, Ben?" + </p> + <p> + "My mother would feel just so," answered Ben. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill regarded him almost kindly. He had done her a good turn in + bringing her son home in good season. + </p> + <p> + "She may be a disagreeable woman," thought Ben, "but she is good to + Conrad," and this made him regard the housekeeper with more favor. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII — A MYSTERIOUS LETTER + </h2> + <p> + From time to time, Mrs. Hamilton sent Ben on errands to different parts of + the city, chiefly to those who had been started in business with capital + which she had supplied. One afternoon, he was sent to a tailor on Sixth + Avenue with a note, the contents of which were unknown to him. + </p> + <p> + "You may wait for an answer," said Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + He readily found the tailor's shop, and called for Charles Roberts, the + proprietor. + </p> + <p> + The latter read the note, and said, in a business like tone: + </p> + <p> + "Come to the back part of the shop, and I will show you some goods." + </p> + <p> + Ben regarded him in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Isn't there some mistake?" he said. "I didn't know I was to look at any + goods." + </p> + <p> + "As we are to make a suit for you, I supposed you would have some choice + in the matter," returned the tailor, equally surprised. + </p> + <p> + "May I look at the letter?" asked Ben. + </p> + <p> + The tailor put it into his hands. + </p> + <p> + It ran thus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Mr. Roberts: You will make a suit for the bearer, from any goods he + may select, and charge to the account of + Helen Hamilton." +</pre> + <p> + "Mrs. Hamilton did not tell me what was in the note," said Ben, smiling. + "She is very kind." + </p> + <p> + Ben allowed himself to be guided by the tailor, and the result was a + handsome suit, which was sent home in due time, and immediately attracted + the attention of Conrad. Ben had privately thanked his patroness, but had + felt under no obligation to tell Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "Seems to me you are getting extravagant!" said Conrad enviously. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know but I am," answered Ben good-naturedly. + </p> + <p> + "How much did you pay for it?" + </p> + <p> + "The price was thirty-five dollars." + </p> + <p> + "That's too much for a boy in your circumstances to pay." + </p> + <p> + "I think so myself, but I shall make it last a long time." + </p> + <p> + "I mean to make Aunt Hamilton buy me a new suit," grumbled Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "I have no objection, I am sure," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I didn't ask your permission," said Conrad rudely. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder what he would say if he knew that Mrs. Hamilton paid for my + suit?" Ben said to himself. He wisely decided to keep the matter secret, + as he knew that Conrad would be provoked to hear of this new proof of his + relative's partiality for the boy whom he regarded as a rival. + </p> + <p> + Conrad lost no time in preferring his request to Mrs. Hamilton for a new + suit. + </p> + <p> + "I bought you a suit two months since," said Mrs. Hamilton quietly. "Why + do you come to me for another so soon?" + </p> + <p> + "Ben has a new suit," answered Conrad, a little confused. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know that that has anything to do with you. However, I will ask + Ben when he had his last new suit." + </p> + <p> + Ben, who was present, replied: + </p> + <p> + "It was last November." + </p> + <p> + "Nearly a year since. I will take care that you are supplied with new + suits as often as Ben." + </p> + <p> + Conrad retired from the presence of his relative much disgusted. He did + not know, but suspected that Ben was indebted to Mrs. Hamilton for his new + suit, and although this did not interfere with a liberal provision for + him, he felt unwilling that anyone beside himself should bask in the favor + of his rich relative. He made a discovery that troubled him about this + time. + </p> + <p> + "Let me see your watch, Ben," he said one day. + </p> + <p> + Ben took out the watch and placed it in his hand. + </p> + <p> + "It's just like mine," said Conrad, after a critical examination. + </p> + <p> + "Is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; don't you see? Where did you get it?" + </p> + <p> + "It was a gift," answered Ben. + </p> + <p> + "From my aunt?" + </p> + <p> + "It was given me by Mrs. Hamilton." + </p> + <p> + "She seems to be very kind to you," sneered Conrad, with a scowl. + </p> + <p> + "She is indeed!" answered Ben earnestly. + </p> + <p> + "You've played your cards well," said Conrad coarsely. + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand you," returned Ben coldly. + </p> + <p> + "I mean that, knowing her to be rich, you have done well to get on the + blind side of her." + </p> + <p> + "I can't accept the compliment, if you mean it as such. I don't think Mrs. + Hamilton has any blind side, and the only way in which I intend to commend + myself to her favor is to be faithful to her interests." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you're mighty innocent; but all the same, you know how to feather + your own nest." + </p> + <p> + "In a good sense, I hope I do. I don't suppose anyone else will take the + trouble to feather it for me. I think honesty and fidelity are good + policy, don't you?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't pretend to be an angel," answered Conrad sullenly. + </p> + <p> + "Nor I," said Ben, laughing. + </p> + <p> + Some days later, Conrad came to Ben one day, looking more cordial than + usual. + </p> + <p> + "Ben," he said, "I have a favor to ask of you." + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Will you grant it?" + </p> + <p> + "I want to know first what it is." + </p> + <p> + "Lend me five dollars?" + </p> + <p> + Ben stared at Conrad in surprise. He had just that amount, after sending + home money to his mother, but he intended that afternoon to deposit three + dollars of it in the savings bank, feeling that he ought to be laying up + money while he was so favorably situated. + </p> + <p> + "How do you happen to be short of money?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "That doesn't need telling. I have only four dollars a week pocket money, + and I am pinched all the time." + </p> + <p> + "Then, supposing I lent you the money, how could you manage to pay me back + out of this small allowance?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I expect to get some money in another way, but I cannot unless you + lend me the money." + </p> + <p> + "Would you mind telling me how?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, the fact is, a fellow I know—that is, I have heard of him—has + just drawn a prize of a thousand dollars in a Havana lottery. All he paid + for his ticket was five dollars." + </p> + <p> + "And is this the way you expect to make some money?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I am almost sure of winning." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose you don't?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, what's the use of looking at the dark side?" + </p> + <p> + "You are not so sensible as I thought, Conrad," said Ben. "At least a + hundred draw a blank to one who draws a small prize, and the chances are a + hundred to one against you." + </p> + <p> + "Then you won't lend me the money?" said Conrad angrily. + </p> + <p> + "I would rather not." + </p> + <p> + "Then you're a mean fellow!" + </p> + <p> + "Thank you for your good opinion, but I won't change my determination." + </p> + <p> + "You get ten dollars a week?" + </p> + <p> + "I shall not spend two dollars a week on my own amusement, or for my own + purposes." + </p> + <p> + "What are you going to do with the rest, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Part I shall send to my mother; part I mean to put in some savings bank." + </p> + <p> + "You mean to be a miser, then?" + </p> + <p> + "If to save money makes one a miser, then I shall be one." + </p> + <p> + Conrad left the room in an angry mood. He was one with whom prosperity + didn't agree. Whatever his allowance might be, he wished to spend more. + Looking upon himself as Mrs. Hamilton's heir, he could not understand the + need or expediency of saving money. He was not wholly to blame for this, + as his mother encouraged him in hopes which had no basis except in his own + and her wishes. + </p> + <p> + Not quite three weeks after Ben had become established his new home he + received a letter which mystified and excited him. + </p> + <p> + It ran thus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "If you will come at nine o'clock this evening to No. —— West + Thirty-first Street, and call for me, you will hear something to your + advantage. + James Barnes." +</pre> + <p> + "It may be something relating to my father's affairs," thought Ben. "I + will go." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII — BEN'S VISIT TO THIRTY-FIRST STREET + </h2> + <p> + Ben's evenings being unoccupied, he had no difficulty in meeting the + appointment made for him. He was afraid Conrad might ask him to accompany + him somewhere, and thus involve the necessity of an explanation, which he + did not care to give until he had himself found out why he had been + summoned. + </p> + <p> + The address given by James Barnes was easy to find. Ben found himself + standing before a brick building of no uncommon exterior. The second floor + seemed to be lighted up; the windows were hung with crimson curtains, + which quite shut out a view of what was transpiring within. + </p> + <p> + Ben rang the bell. The door was opened by a colored servant, who looked at + the boy inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + "Is Mr. Barnes within?" asked Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know the gentleman," was the answer. + </p> + <p> + "He sent me a letter, asking me to meet him here at nine o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "Then I guess it's all right. Are you a telegraph boy?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Ben, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I reckon it's all right," said the negro, rather to himself than to Ben. + "Come upstairs." + </p> + <p> + Ben followed his guide, and at the first landing a door was thrown open. + Mechanically, Ben followed the servant into the room, but he had not made + half a dozen steps when he looked around in surprise and bewilderment. + Novice as he was, a glance satisfied him that he was in a gambling house. + The double room was covered with a soft, thick carpet, chandeliers + depended from the ceiling, frequent mirrors reflecting the brilliant + lights enlarged the apparent size the apartment, and a showy bar at one + end of the room held forth an alluring invitation which most failed to + resist. Around tables were congregated men, young and old, each with an + intent look, watching the varying chances of fortune. + </p> + <p> + "I'll inquire if Mr. Barnes is here," said Peter, the colored servant. + </p> + <p> + Ben stood uneasily looking at the scene till Peter came back. + </p> + <p> + "Must be some mistake," he said. "There's no gentleman of the name of + Barnes here." + </p> + <p> + "It's strange," said Ben, perplexed. + </p> + <p> + He turned to go out, but was interrupted. A man with a sinister + expression, and the muscle of a prize fighter, walked up to him and said, + with a scowl: + </p> + <p> + "What brings you here, kid?" + </p> + <p> + "I received a letter from Mr. Barnes, appointing to meet me here." + </p> + <p> + "I believe you are lying. No such man comes here." + </p> + <p> + "I never lie," exclaimed Ben indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "Have you got that letter about you?" asked the man suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + Ben felt in his pocket for the letter, but felt in vain. + </p> + <p> + "I think I must have left it at home," he said nervously. + </p> + <p> + The man's face darkened. + </p> + <p> + "I believe you come here as a spy," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Then you are mistaken!" said Ben, looking him fearlessly in the face. + </p> + <p> + "I hope so, for your sake. Do you know what kind of a place this is?" + </p> + <p> + "I suppose it is a gambling house," Ben answered, without hesitation. + </p> + <p> + "Did you know this before you came here?" + </p> + <p> + "I had not the least idea of it." + </p> + <p> + The man regarded him suspiciously, but no one could look into Ben's honest + face and doubt his word. + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, you've found it out. Do you mean to blab?" + </p> + <p> + "No; that is no business of mine." + </p> + <p> + "Then you can go, but take care that you never come here again." + </p> + <p> + "I certainly never will." + </p> + <p> + "Give me your name and address." + </p> + <p> + "Why do you want it?" + </p> + <p> + "Because if you break your word, you will be tracked and punished." + </p> + <p> + "I have no fear," answered Ben, and he gave his name and address. + </p> + <p> + "Never admit this boy again, Peter," said the man with whom Ben had been + conversing; neither this boy, nor any other, except a telegraph boy." + </p> + <p> + "All right, sah." + </p> + <p> + A minute later, Ben found himself on the street, very much perplexed by + the events of the evening. Who could have invited him to a gambling house, + and with what object in view? Moreover, why had not James Barnes kept the + appointment he had himself made? These were questions which Ben might have + been better able to answer if he could have seen, just around the corner, + the triumphant look of one who was stealthily watching him. + </p> + <p> + This person was Conrad Hill, who took care to vacate his position before + Ben had reached the place where he was standing. + </p> + <p> + "So far, so good!" he muttered to himself. "Master Ben has been seen + coming out of a gambling house. That won't be likely to recommend him to + Mrs. Hamilton, and she shall know it before long." + </p> + <p> + Ben could not understand what had become of the note summoning him to the + gambling house. In fact, he had dislodged it from the vest pocket in which + he thrust it, and it had fallen upon the carpet near the desk in what Mrs. + Hamilton called her "office." Having occasion to enter the room in the + evening, his patroness saw it on the carpet, picked it up, and read it, + not without surprise. + </p> + <p> + "This is a strange note for Ben to receive," she said to herself. "I + wonder what it means?" + </p> + <p> + Of course, she had no idea of the character of the place indicated, but + was inclined to hope that some good luck was really in store for her young + secretary. + </p> + <p> + "He will be likely to tell me sooner or later," she said to herself. "I + will wait patiently, and let him choose his own time. Meanwhile I will + keep the note." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton did not see Ben till the next morning. Then he looked + thoughtful, but said nothing. He was puzzling himself over what had + happened. He hardly knew whether to conclude that the whole thing was a + trick, or that the note was written in good faith. + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand why the writer should have appointed to meet me at + such a place," he reflected. "I may hear from him again." + </p> + <p> + It was this reflection which led him to keep the matter secret from Mrs. + Hamilton, to whom be had been tempted to speak. + </p> + <p> + "I will wait till I know more," he said to himself. "This Barnes knows my + address, and he can communicate with me if he chooses." + </p> + <p> + Of course, the reader understands that Conrad was at the bottom of the + trick, and that the object was to persuade Mrs. Hamilton that the boy she + trusted was in the habit of visiting gambling houses. The plan had been + suggested by Conrad, and the details agreed on by him and his mother. This + explains why Conrad was so conveniently near at hand to see Ben coming out + of the gambling house. + </p> + <p> + The boy reported the success of this plan to his mother. + </p> + <p> + "I never saw a boy look so puzzled," he said, with a chuckle, "when he + came out of the gambling house. I should like to know what sort of time he + had there. I expected he would get kicked out." + </p> + <p> + "I feel no interest in that matter," said his mother. "I am more + interested to know what Cousin Hamilton will say when she finds where her + model boy has been." + </p> + <p> + "She'll give him his walking ticket, I hope." + </p> + <p> + "She ought to; but she seems so infatuated with him that there is no + telling." + </p> + <p> + "When shall you tell her, mother?" + </p> + <p> + "I will wait a day or two. I want to manage matters so as not to arouse + any suspicion." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV — BEN ON TRIAL + </h2> + <p> + "Excuse my intrusion, Cousin Hamilton; I see you are engaged." + </p> + <p> + The speaker was Mrs. Hill, and the person addressed was her wealthy + cousin. It was two days after the event recorded in the last chapter. + </p> + <p> + "I am only writing a note, about which there is no haste. Did you wish to + speak to me?" + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton leaned back in her chair, and waited to hear what Mrs. Hill + had to say. There was very little similarity between the two ladies. One + was stout, with a pleasant, benevolent face, to whom not only children, + but older people, were irresistibly attracted. The other was thin, with + cold, gray eyes, a pursed-up mouth, thin lips, who had never succeeded in + winning the affection of anyone. True, she had married, but her husband + was attracted by a small sum of money which she possessed, and which had + been reported to him as much larger than it really was. + </p> + <p> + When asked if she wished to speak, Mrs. Hill coughed. + </p> + <p> + "There's a matter I think I ought to speak of," she said, "but it is + painful for me to do so." + </p> + <p> + "Why is it painful?" asked Mrs. Hamilton, eyeing her steadily. + </p> + <p> + "Because my motives may be misconstrued. Then, I fear it will give you + pain." + </p> + <p> + "Pain is sometimes salutary. Has Conrad displeased you?" + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed!" answered Mrs. Hill, half indignantly. "My boy is a great + comfort to me." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear it," said Mrs. Hamilton dryly. + </p> + <p> + For her own part, Mrs. Hamilton thought her cousin's son one of the least + attractive young people she had ever met, and save for a feeling of pity, + and the slight claims of relationship, would not have been willing to keep + him in the house. + </p> + <p> + "I don't see why you should have judged so ill of my poor Conrad," + complained Mrs. Hill. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you are so well pleased with him. Let me know what you have to + communicate." + </p> + <p> + "It is something about the new boy—Benjamin." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton lifted her eyebrows slightly. + </p> + <p> + "Speak without hesitation," she said. + </p> + <p> + "You will be sure not to misjudge me?" + </p> + <p> + "Why should I?" + </p> + <p> + "You might think I was jealous on account of my own boy." + </p> + <p> + "There is no occasion for you to be jealous." + </p> + <p> + "No, of course not. I am sure Conrad and I have abundant cause to be + grateful to you." + </p> + <p> + "That is not telling me what you came to tell," said Mrs. Hamilton + impatiently. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid you are deceived in the boy, Cousin Hamilton." + </p> + <p> + "In what respect?" + </p> + <p> + "I am almost sorry I had not kept the matter secret. If I did not consider + it my duty to you, I would have done so." + </p> + <p> + "Be kind enough to speak at once. You need not apologize, nor hesitate on + my account. What has Ben been doing?" + </p> + <p> + "On Tuesday evening he was seen coming out of a well-known gambling + house." + </p> + <p> + "Who saw him?" + </p> + <p> + "Conrad." + </p> + <p> + "How did Conrad know that it was a gambling house?" + </p> + <p> + "He had had it pointed out to him as such," Mrs. Hill answered, with some + hesitation. + </p> + <p> + "About what time was this?" + </p> + <p> + "A little after nine in the evening." + </p> + <p> + "And where was the gambling house situated?" + </p> + <p> + "On Thirty-first Street." + </p> + <p> + A peculiar look came over Mrs. Hamilton's face. + </p> + <p> + "And Conrad reported this to you?" + </p> + <p> + "The same evening." + </p> + <p> + "That was Tuesday?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I could not make up my mind to tell you immediately, because I did + not want to injure the boy." + </p> + <p> + "You are more considerate than I should have expected." + </p> + <p> + "I hope I am. I don't pretend to like the boy. He seems to have something + sly and underhand about him. Still, he needs to be employed, and that made + me pause." + </p> + <p> + "Till your sense of duty to me overcame your reluctance?" + </p> + <p> + "Exactly so, Cousin Hamilton. I am glad you understand so well how I feel + about the matter." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill was quite incapable of understanding the irony of her cousin's + last remark, and was inclined to be well pleased with the reception her + news had met with. + </p> + <p> + "Where is Conrad?" + </p> + <p> + "He is not in the house. He didn't want me to tell you." + </p> + <p> + "That speaks well for him. I must speak to Ben on the subject." + </p> + <p> + She rang the bell, and a servant appeared. + </p> + <p> + "See if Master Ben is in his room," said the lady. "If so ask him to come + here for five minutes." + </p> + <p> + Ben was in the house and in less than two minutes he entered the room. He + glanced from one lady to the other in some surprise. Mrs. Hamilton wore + her ordinary manner, but Mrs. Hill's mouth was more pursed up than ever. + She looked straight before her, and did not look at Ben at all. + </p> + <p> + "Ben," said Mrs. Hamilton, coming to the point at once, "did you visit a + gambling house in Thirty-first Street on Tuesday evening?" + </p> + <p> + "I did," answered Ben promptly. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill moved her hands slightly, and looked horror-stricken. + </p> + <p> + "You must have had some good reason for doing so. I take it for granted + you did not go there to gamble?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Ben, with a smile. "That is not in my line." + </p> + <p> + "What other purpose could he have had, Cousin Hamilton?" put in Mrs. Hill + maliciously. + </p> + <p> + Ben eyed her curiously. + </p> + <p> + "Did Mrs. Hill tell you I went there?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I felt it my duty to do so," said that lady, with acerbity. "I dislike to + see my cousin so deceived and imposed upon by one she had befriended." + </p> + <p> + "How did you know I went there, Mrs. Hill?" + </p> + <p> + "Conrad saw you coming out of the gambling house." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't see him. It was curious he happened be in that neighborhood just + at that time," said Ben significantly. + </p> + <p> + "If you mean to insinuate that Conrad goes to such places, you are quite + mistaken," said Mrs. Hill sharply. + </p> + <p> + "It was not that I meant to insinuate at all." + </p> + <p> + "You have not yet told me why you went there, Ben?" said Mrs. Hamilton + mildly." + </p> + <p> + "Because I received a mysterious letter, signed James Barnes, asking me to + come to that address about nine o'clock in the evening. I was told I would + hear something of advantage to myself." + </p> + <p> + "Did you meet any such man there?" asked Mrs. Hill. + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Have you got the letter you speak of?" asked Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Ben. "I must have dropped it somewhere. I felt in my pocket + for it when I reached the gambling house, but it was gone." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill looked fairly triumphant. + </p> + <p> + "A very queer story!" she said, nodding her head. "I don't believe you + received any such letter. I presume you had often been to the same place + to misspend your evenings." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think so, Mrs. Hamilton?" inquired Ben anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "It is a pity you lost that letter, Ben." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it is," answered Ben regretfully. + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Hill," said Mrs. Hamilton, "if you will withdraw, I would like to + say a few words to Ben in private." + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, Cousin Hamilton," returned the poor cousin, with alacrity. "I + think his race is about run," she said to herself, in a tone of + congratulation. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV — CONRAD TAKES A BOLD STEP + </h2> + <p> + "I hope, Mrs. Hamilton, you don't suspect me of frequenting gambling + houses?" said Ben, after his enemy had left the room. + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Mrs. Hamilton promptly. "I think I know you too well for + that." + </p> + <p> + "I did go on Tuesday evening, I admit," continued Ben. "I saw that Mrs. + Hill did not believe it, but it's true. I wish I hadn't lost the letter + inviting me there. You might think I had invented the story." + </p> + <p> + "But I don't, Ben; and, for the best of all reasons, because I found the + note on the carpet, and have it in my possession now." + </p> + <p> + "Have you?" exclaimed Ben gladly. + </p> + <p> + "Here it is," said the lady, as she produced the note from the desk before + her. "It is singular such a note should have been sent you," she added + thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + "I think so, too. I had no suspicion when I received it, but I think now + that it was written to get to into a scrape." + </p> + <p> + "Then it must have been written by an enemy. Do you know of anyone who + would feel like doing you a bad turn?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Ben, shaking his head. + </p> + <p> + "Do you recognize the handwriting?" + </p> + <p> + "No; it may have been written by some person I know, but I have no + suspicion and no clew as to who it is." + </p> + <p> + "I think we will let the matter rest for a short time. If we say nothing + about it, the guilty person may betray himself." + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind to keep your confidence in me, Mrs. Hamilton," said Ben + gratefully. + </p> + <p> + "I trust you as much as ever, Ben, but I shall appear not to—for a + time." + </p> + <p> + Ben looked puzzled. + </p> + <p> + "I won't explain myself," said Mrs. Hamilton, with a smile, "but I intend + to treat you coolly for a time, as if you had incurred my displeasure. You + need not feel sensitive, however, but may consider that I am acting." + </p> + <p> + "Then it may be as well for me to act, too," suggested Ben. + </p> + <p> + "A good suggestion! You will do well to look sober and uneasy." + </p> + <p> + "I will do my best," answered Ben brightly. + </p> + <p> + The programme was carried out. To the great delight of Mrs. Hill and + Conrad, Mrs. Hamilton scarcely addressed a word to Ben at the supper + table. When she did speak, it was with an abruptness and coldness quite + unusual for the warm-hearted woman. Ben looked depressed, fixed his eyes + on his plate, and took very little part in the conversation. Mrs. Hill and + Conrad, on the other hand, seemed in very good spirits. They chatted + cheerfully, and addressed an occasional word to Ben. They could afford to + be magnanimous, feeling that he had forfeited their rich cousin's favor. + </p> + <p> + After supper, Conrad went into his mother's room. + </p> + <p> + "Our plan's working well, mother," he said, rubbing his hands. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Conrad, it is. Cousin Hamilton is very angry with the boy. She + scarcely spoke a word to him." + </p> + <p> + "He won't stay long, I'll be bound. Can't you suggest, mother, that he had + better be dismissed at once?" + </p> + <p> + "No, Conrad; we have done all that is needed. We can trust Cousin Hamilton + to deal with him. She will probably keep him for a short time, till she + can get along without his services." + </p> + <p> + "It's lucky he lost the letter. Cousin Hamilton will think he never + received any." + </p> + <p> + So the precious pair conferred together. It was clear that Ben had two + dangerous and unscrupulous enemies in the house. + </p> + <p> + It was all very well to anticipate revenge upon Ben, and his summary + dismissal, but this did not relieve Conrad from his pecuniary + embarrassments. As a general thing, his weekly allowance was spent by the + middle of the week. Ben had refused to lend money, and there was no one + else he could call upon. Even if our hero was dismissed, there seemed + likely to be no improvement in this respect. + </p> + <p> + At this juncture, Conrad was, unfortunately, subjected to a temptation + which proved too strong for him. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton was the possessor of an elegant opera glass, which she had + bought some years previous in Paris at a cost of fifty dollars. Generally, + when not in use, she kept it locked up in a bureau drawer. It so happened, + however, that it had been left out on a return from a matinee, and lay + upon her desk, where it attracted the attention of Conrad. + </p> + <p> + It was an unlucky moment, for he felt very hard up. He wished to go to the + theater in the evening with a friend, but had no money. + </p> + <p> + It flashed upon him that he could raise a considerable sum on the opera + glass at Simpson's, a well-known pawnbroker on the Bowery, and he could, + without much loss of time, stop there on his way down to business. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely giving himself time to think, he seized the glass and thrust it + into the pocket of his overcoat. Then, putting on his coat, he hurried + from the house. + </p> + <p> + Arrived at the pawnbroker's, he produced the glass, and asked: + </p> + <p> + "How much will you give me on this?" + </p> + <p> + The attendant looked at the glass, and then at Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "This is a very valuable glass," he said. "Is it yours?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Conrad glibly. "It belongs to a lady in reduced + circumstances, who needs to raise money. She will be able to redeem it + soon." + </p> + <p> + "Did she send you here?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "We will loan you twenty dollars on it. Will that be satisfactory?" + </p> + <p> + "Quite so," answered Conrad, quite elated at the sum, which exceeded his + anticipations. + </p> + <p> + "Shall we make out the ticket to you or the lady?" + </p> + <p> + "To me. The lady does not like to have her name appear in the matter." + </p> + <p> + This is so frequently the case that the statement created no surprise. + </p> + <p> + "What is your name?" inquired the attendant. + </p> + <p> + "Ben Barclay," answered Conrad readily. + </p> + <p> + The ticket was made out, the money paid over, and Conrad left the + establishment. + </p> + <p> + "Now I am in funds!" he said to himself, "and there is no danger of + detection. If anything is ever found out, it will be Ben who will be in + trouble, not I." + </p> + <p> + It was not long before Mrs. Hamilton discovered her loss. She valued the + missing opera glass, for reasons which need not be mentioned, far beyond + its intrinsic value, and though she could readily have supplied its place, + so far as money was concerned, she would not have been as well pleased + with any new glass, though precisely similar, as with the one she had used + for years. She remembered that she had not replaced the glass in the + drawer, and, therefore, searched for it wherever she thought it likely to + have been left. But in vain. + </p> + <p> + "Ben," she said, "have you seen my glass anywhere about?" + </p> + <p> + "I think," answered Ben, "that I saw it on your desk." + </p> + <p> + "It is not there now, but it must be somewhere in the house." + </p> + <p> + She next asked Mrs. Hill. The housekeeper was entirely ignorant of + Conrad's theft, and answered that she had not seen it. + </p> + <p> + "I ought not to have left it about," said Mrs. Hamilton. "It may have + proved too strong a temptation to some one of the servants." + </p> + <p> + "Or someone else," suggested Mrs. Hill significantly. + </p> + <p> + "That means Ben," thought Mrs. Hamilton, but she did not say so. + </p> + <p> + "I would ferret out the matter if I were you," continued Mrs. Hill. + </p> + <p> + "I intend to," answered Mrs. Hamilton quietly. "I valued the glass far + beyond its cost, and I will leave no means untried to recover it." + </p> + <p> + "You are quite right, too." + </p> + <p> + When Conrad was told that the opera glass had been lost, he said: + </p> + <p> + "Probably Ben stole it." + </p> + <p> + "So I think," assented his mother. "But it will be found out. Cousin + Hamilton has put the matter into the hands of a detective." + </p> + <p> + For the moment, Conrad felt disturbed. But he quickly recovered himself. + </p> + <p> + "Pshaw! they can't trace it to me," he thought. "They will put it on Ben." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI — MR. LYNX, THE DETECTIVE + </h2> + <p> + The detective who presented himself to Mrs. Hamilton was a quiet-looking + man, clad in a brown suit. Except that his eyes were keen and searching, + his appearance was disappointing. Conrad met him as he was going out of + the house, and said to himself contemptuously: "He looks like a muff." + </p> + <p> + "I have sent for you, Mr. Lynx," said Mrs. Hamilton, "to see if you can + help me in a matter I will explain to you," and then she gave him all the + information she possessed about the loss of the opera glass. + </p> + <p> + "How valuable was the glass?" inquired Mr. Lynx. + </p> + <p> + "It cost fifty dollars in Paris," said Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "But you set a higher value upon it for other reasons? Just so." + </p> + <p> + "You are right." + </p> + <p> + "Will you favor me with an exact description of the article?" said the + detective, producing his notebook. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton did so, and the detective made an entry. + </p> + <p> + "Have you ever had anything taken out of your house by outside parties?" + he asked. + </p> + <p> + "On one occasion, when my brother was visiting me, his overcoat was taken + from the hatstand in the hall." + </p> + <p> + "A sneak thief, of course. The glass, however, was not so exposed?" + </p> + <p> + "No; it was not on the lower floor at all." + </p> + <p> + "It looks, then, as if it was taken by someone in the house." + </p> + <p> + "It looks so," said Mrs. Hamilton gravely. + </p> + <p> + "Have you confidence in your servants? Or, rather, have you reason to + suspect any of them?" + </p> + <p> + "I believe they are honest. I don't believe they would be tempted by such + an article." + </p> + <p> + "Not, perhaps, for their own use, but a glass like this may be pawned for + a considerable sum. Being of peculiar appearance, the thief would be + hardly likely to use it himself or herself. Detection would be too sure." + </p> + <p> + "No doubt you are right." + </p> + <p> + "How long has the glass been missing?" resumed the detective. + </p> + <p> + "Three days." + </p> + <p> + "No doubt it has been pawned by this time. Your course is clear." + </p> + <p> + "And what is that?" + </p> + <p> + "To make a tour of the pawnshops, and ascertain whether such an article + has been brought to any one of them." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, Mr. Lynx. I leave the matter in your hands. I trust everything + to your judgment." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I will try to deserve your confidence. And now, good-day. I + may call upon you to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Lynx left the presence of the lady, and went downstairs. He had just + reached the bottom of the staircase, when a thin lady glided from the rear + of the hall, and spoke to him. + </p> + <p> + "Are you the detective summoned by Mrs. Hamilton?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, madam," answered Mr. Lynx, surveying housekeeper attentively. + </p> + <p> + "I am Mrs. Hill, the housekeper," said she. "I may add that I am a cousin + of Mrs. Hamilton's." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lynx bowed, and waited for further information. He knew who was + addressing him, for he had questioned Mrs. Hamilton as to the different + inmates of the house. + </p> + <p> + "I stopped you," said Mrs. Hill, "because I have my suspicions, and I + thought I might help you in this investigation." + </p> + <p> + "I shall feel indebted to you for any help you can afford. Do you mind + telling me upon what your suspicions rest?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't like to accuse or throw suspicions on anyone," said the + housekeeper, but I think it is my duty to help my cousin in this matter." + </p> + <p> + "Undoubtedly," said Mr. Lynx, noticing that she paused. "Proceed." + </p> + <p> + "You may or may not be aware that my cousin employs a boy of about + sixteen, whom, as I think, she engaged rather rashly, without knowing + anything of his antecedents. He assists her in her writing and accounts—in + fact, is a sort of secretary. + </p> + <p> + "His name is Benjamin Barclay, is it not?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know anything of his habits?" + </p> + <p> + "He is very plausible. In fact, I think his appearance is in his favor; + but I think he is sly. Still water, you know, runs deep." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lynx bowed assent. + </p> + <p> + "I was disposed," proceeded Mrs. Hill artfully, "to think well of the boy, + and to approve my cousin's selection, until last week he was seen leaving + a well-known gambling house in Thirty-first Street." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! That is certainly suspicious." + </p> + <p> + "Is it not?" + </p> + <p> + "Who saw him leaving the gambling house, Mrs. Hill?" + </p> + <p> + "My son, Conrad." + </p> + <p> + "Curious that he should have been near at the time!" + </p> + <p> + "He was taking a walk. He generally goes out in the evening." + </p> + <p> + "Of course your son would not visit such a place?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly not," answered Mrs. Hill, looking offended at the suggestion. + </p> + <p> + "By the way, are the two boys intimate? Do they seem to like each other?" + </p> + <p> + "My Conrad always treats the other boy well, out of common politeness, but + I don't think he likes him very well." + </p> + <p> + "Is your son in any situation?" + </p> + <p> + "He is now." + </p> + <p> + "Was he at the time this Benjamin was engaged by Mrs. Hamilton?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Rather singular that she did not employ your son, instead of seeking out + a stranger, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Now that you mention it, I confess that I did feel hurt at the slight to + my boy. However, I don't wish to interfere with Cousin Hamilton, or + obtrude my son upon her." + </p> + <p> + "Strong jealousy there!" thought the detective. + </p> + <p> + "So you think this Ben Barclay may have taken the glass?" he said + inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + "I do. Since he visits gambling houses, he doubtless squanders money, and + can find a market for more than he can honestly earn." + </p> + <p> + "As you say, gambling often leads to dishonesty. Does Mrs. Hamilton know + that her protege visited a gambling house?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Mentioned it to him, I suppose?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Of course, he denied it?" + </p> + <p> + "No; he admitted it, but said he received a letter from a stranger + appointing to meet him there. It is rather curious that he couldn't show + the letter, however. He pretended he had lost it." + </p> + <p> + "Did Mrs. Hamilton believe him?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. I think not, for, though she has not discharged him, she + treats him very coldly." + </p> + <p> + "Have you any further information to give me?" + </p> + <p> + "No. I hope this will be of some service to you." + </p> + <p> + "I think it will. Thank you, and good-afternoon." + </p> + <p> + "There! I've prejudiced him against Ben," said Mrs. Hill to herself, with + a satisfied smile. "These detectives are glad of a hint, sharp as they + think themselves. If he finds out that it is Ben, he will take all the + credit to himself, and never mention me in the matter. However, that is + just what I wish. It is important that I should not appear too active in + getting the boy into trouble, or I may be thought to be influenced by + interested motives, though, Heaven knows, I only want justice for myself + and my boy. The sooner we get this boy out of the house, the better it + will be for us." + </p> + <p> + As Mr. Lynx left the house, he smiled to himself. + </p> + <p> + "That woman and her son hate Ben Barclay, that much is certain, and look + upon him as an interloper and a rival. I rather sympathize with the poor + fellow. I should be sorry to find him guilty, but I shall not stop short + till I have ferreted out the truth." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII — THE TELLTALE TICKET + </h2> + <p> + Conrad still had the pawnbroker's ticket which he had received in return + for the opera glasses, and did not quite know what to do with it. He + didn't intend to redeem the glass, and if found in his possession, it + would bring him under suspicion. Now that a detective had the matter in + charge, it occurred to him that it would be well to have the ticket found + in Ben's room. + </p> + <p> + The two had rooms upon the same floor, and it would, therefore, be easy to + slip into Ben's chamber and leave it somewhere about. + </p> + <p> + Now, it chanced that Susan, the chambermaid, was about, though Conrad did + not see her, when he carried out his purpose, and, instigated by + curiosity, she peeped through the half-open door, and saw him place the + ticket on the bureau. + </p> + <p> + Wondering what it was, she entered the room after Conrad had vacated it, + and found the ticket Conrad had placed there. + </p> + <p> + Susan knew what a pawnbroker's ticket was, and read it with curiosity. + </p> + <p> + She saw that it was made out to Ben Barclay. + </p> + <p> + "How, then, did Master Conrad get hold of it?" she said to herself. "It's + my belief he's trying to get Master Ben into trouble. It's a shame, it is, + for Master Ben is a gentleman and he isn't." + </p> + <p> + Between the two boys, Susan favored Ben, who always treated her with + consideration, while Conrad liked to order about the servants, as if they + were made to wait upon him. + </p> + <p> + After Conrad had disposed of the pawn ticket, he said carelessly to his + mother: + </p> + <p> + "Mother, if I were you, I'd look into Ben's room. You might find the opera + glass there." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think he'd leave it there. He would pawn it." + </p> + <p> + "Then you might find the ticket somewhere about." + </p> + <p> + Upon this hint, Mrs. Hill went up to Ben's room, and there, upon the + bureau, she naturally found the ticket. + </p> + <p> + "I thought so," she said to herself. "Conrad was right. The boy is a + thief. Here is the ticket made out to him by name. Well, well, he's brazen + enough, in all conscience. Now shall I show it to Cousin Hamilton at once, + or shall I wait until the detective has reported?" + </p> + <p> + On the whole, Mrs. Hill decided to wait. She could delay with safety, for + she had proof which would utterly crush and confound the hated interloper. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the detective pursued his investigations. Of course, he visited + Simpson's, and there he learned that the opera glass, which he readily + recognized from the description, had been brought there a few days + previous. + </p> + <p> + "Who brought it?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "A boy of about sixteen." + </p> + <p> + "Did he give his name?" + </p> + <p> + The books were referred to, and the attendant answered in the affirmative. + </p> + <p> + "He gave the name of Ben Barclay," he answered. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think that was his real name?" asked the detective. + </p> + <p> + "That depends on whether he had a right to pawn it." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose he stole it?" + </p> + <p> + "Then, probably, he did not give his real name." + </p> + <p> + "So I think," said Mr. Lynx quietly. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know if there is a boy by that name?" + </p> + <p> + "There is; but I doubt if he knows anything about the matter." + </p> + <p> + "I will call again, perhaps to-morrow," he added. "I must report to my + principal what I have discovered." + </p> + <p> + From Simpson's he went straight to Mrs. Hamilton, who had as yet received + no communication from the housekeeper. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Mr. Lynx," she asked, with interest, "have you heard anything of + the glass?" + </p> + <p> + "I have seen it," was the quiet reply. + </p> + <p> + "Where?" + </p> + <p> + "At a well-known pawnshop on the Bowery." + </p> + <p> + "Did you learn who left it?" asked Mrs. Hamilton eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "A boy—about sixteen years of age—who gave the name of Ben + Barclay." + </p> + <p> + "I can't believe Ben would be guilty of such a disgraceful act!" + ejaculated Mrs. Hamilton, deeply moved. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII — MRS. HILL'S MALICE + </h2> + <p> + At this moment there was a low knock on the door. + </p> + <p> + "Come in!" said Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill, the housekeeper, glided in, with her usual stealthy step. + </p> + <p> + "I really beg pardon for intruding," she said, with a slight cough, "but I + thought perhaps I might throw light on the matter Mr. Lynx is + investigating." + </p> + <p> + "Well?" said the detective, eying her attentively. + </p> + <p> + "I had occasion to go into Ben's room to see if the girl had put things in + order, when my attention was drawn to a ticket upon the bureau. You can + tell whether it is of importance," and she handed it, with an air of + deference, to Mr. Lynx. + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" asked Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "It is a pawn ticket," answered Mr. Lynx attentively. + </p> + <p> + "Let me see it, please!" + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton regarded it with mingled pain and incredulity. + </p> + <p> + "I need not say," continued the housekeeper, "that I was surprised and + saddened at this evidence of the boy's depravity. Cousin Hamilton has been + so kind to him that it seems like the height of ingratitude." + </p> + <p> + "May I ask, madam," said Mr. Lynx, "if your suspicions had fastened on + this boy, Ben, before you found the pawn ticket?" + </p> + <p> + "To tell the truth, they had." + </p> + <p> + "And what reason had you for forming such suspicions?" + </p> + <p> + "I knew that the boy frequented gambling houses, and, of course, no + salary, however large, would be sufficient for a boy with such habits." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton did not speak, which somewhat embarrassed Mrs. Hill. Mr. + Lynx, however, was very affable, and thanked her for her assistance. + </p> + <p> + "I felt it my duty to assist Cousin Hamilton," said she, "though I am + sorry for that ungrateful boy. I will now withdraw, and leave you to + confer together." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill would like to have been invited to remain, but such an + invitation was not given. + </p> + <p> + "What do you think, Mr. Lynx?" asked Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "I think your housekeeper does not like Ben Barclay," he answered dryly. + </p> + <p> + "And you don't think him guilty?" she asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "No; the boy isn't fool enough, first, to give his own name at the + pawnbroker's, and next, to leave the ticket exposed in his room." + </p> + <p> + "How then did it come there?" + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lynx was saved the trouble of answering by another tap on the door. + </p> + <p> + "Who is it now?" he said. + </p> + <p> + He stepped to the door, and opening it, admitted Susan. + </p> + <p> + "What is it, Susan," asked Mrs. Hamilton, in some surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Did Mrs. Hill bring you a pawn ticket, ma'am?" + </p> + <p> + "And what do you know about it?" demanded Mr. Lynx brusquely. + </p> + <p> + "And did she say she found it on Master Ben's bureau?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Susan," said the mistress; "what can you tell us about it?" + </p> + <p> + "I can tell you this, ma'am, that I saw Master Conrad steal into the room + this morning, and put it there with his own hands." + </p> + <p> + "Ha! this is something to the purpose." said the detective briskly. + </p> + <p> + "Are you sure of this, Susan?" asked Mrs. Hamilton, evidently shocked. + </p> + <p> + "I can take my Bible oath of it, ma'am; and it's my belief that he's + tryin' to get Master Ben into trouble." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Susan," said her mistress. "You have done not only Ben, but + myself, a valuable service. You can go. I will see that you do not regret + it." + </p> + <p> + "Don't tell Mrs. Hill that I told you, or she'd be my enemy for life!" + </p> + <p> + "I will see to that." + </p> + <p> + As Susan left the room, Mr. Lynx said: + </p> + <p> + "You won't require my services any longer. It is clear enough who pawned + the glass." + </p> + <p> + "You mean—" + </p> + <p> + "I mean the boy Conrad, whose mother was so anxious to fix the guilt upon + your young secretary. If you have the slightest doubt about it, invite the + young gentleman to accompany you to Simpson's to redeem the opera glass." + </p> + <p> + "I will." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX — SOME UNEXPECTED CHANGES + </h2> + <p> + When Conrad came home his first visit was to his mother. + </p> + <p> + "Has anything been found out about the stolen opera glass?" he asked, with + a studied air of indifference. + </p> + <p> + "I should say there had," she answered. "I followed the clew you + suggested, and searched the boy's room. On the bureau I found the pawn + ticket." + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so! What a muff Ben must have been to leave it around so + carelessly! What did you do with it?" + </p> + <p> + "I waited till Mr. Lynx was conferring with Cousin Hamilton, and then I + carried it in and gave it to them." + </p> + <p> + "What did they say?" asked Conrad eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "They seemed thunderstruck, and Mr. Lynx very politely thanked me for the + help I had given them." + </p> + <p> + "Has Ben been bounced yet?" + </p> + <p> + "No; but doubtless he will be very soon. Cousin Hamilton doesn't want to + think him a thief and gambler, but there seems no way of escaping from + such a mass of proof." + </p> + <p> + "I should say not. Do you think she's told Ben? Does he look down in the + mouth?" continued Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "I haven't seen him since." + </p> + <p> + When they met at the table Mrs. Hamilton's manner toward Ben was decidedly + frigid, as Conrad and his mother saw, much to their satisfaction. Ben + looked sober, but his appetite did not appear to be affected. + </p> + <p> + "Your course is about run, young man!" thought Mrs. Hill. + </p> + <p> + "I should like to see you after supper, Conrad," said Mrs. Hamilton. "Come + into my sitting room." + </p> + <p> + "I wonder if she is going to give me Ben's place," thought Conrad, hardly + knowing whether he wished it or not. + </p> + <p> + With a jaunty air and a self-satisfied smile, he followed Mrs. Hamilton + into her "private office," as she sometimes called it. + </p> + <p> + "Shut the door, Conrad," she said. + </p> + <p> + He did so. + </p> + <p> + "I have heard news of the opera glass," she commenced. + </p> + <p> + "Mother gave me a hint of that," said Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "It was stolen and pawned at Simpson's on the Bowery." + </p> + <p> + "It's a great shame!" said Conrad, thinking that a safe comment to make. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it was a shame and a disgrace to the one who took it." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think Ben would do such a thing," continued Conrad, growing + bolder. + </p> + <p> + "Nor I," said Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "After all you have done for him, too. I never liked the boy, for my + part." + </p> + <p> + "So I suspected," said Mrs. Hamilton dryly. "However, I will tell you what + I want of you. I am going down to Simpson's to-morrow to redeem the glass, + and want you to go with me." + </p> + <p> + "You want me to go with you!" ejaculated Conrad, turning pale. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I don't care to go to that part of the City by myself, and I will + take you to keep me company." + </p> + <p> + "But I must go to the office," faltered Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "I will send Ben to say that you can't go to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "Why don't you take Ben to Simpson's, or the detective?" suggested Conrad, + in great alarm, bethinking himself that it would hardly do to take Ben, + since the attendant would certify that he was not the one who pawned the + glass. + </p> + <p> + "Because I prefer to take you. Have you any objection to go!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no, of course not!" answered Conrad, not daring to make any further + objection. + </p> + <p> + In the morning Mrs. Hill came to Mrs. Hamilton, and said: + </p> + <p> + "Poor Conrad has a terrible toothache! He is afraid he won't be able to go + with you to Simpson's. Will you kindly excuse him?" + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton expected some such excuse. + </p> + <p> + "I will take Ben, then," she said. + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to keep that boy—after what be has done?" asked the + housekeeper. + </p> + <p> + "It is inconvenient for me to part with him just yet." + </p> + <p> + "Then—I hope you will excuse the suggestion—I advise you to + keep your bureau drawers locked." + </p> + <p> + "I think it best myself," said Mrs. Hamilton. Is Conrad's toothache very + bad?" + </p> + <p> + "The poor fellow is in great pain." + </p> + <p> + When Ben was invited by Mrs. Hamilton to go to the pawnbroker's he made no + objection. + </p> + <p> + "It is only fair to tell you, Ben," said Mrs. Hamilton, that the person + who pawned the opera glass gave your name." + </p> + <p> + "Then," said Ben, "I should like to know who it is." + </p> + <p> + "I think I know," said his patroness; "but when we redeem the glass we + will ask for a description of him." + </p> + <p> + An hour later they entered the pawnbroker's shop. Mrs. Hamilton presented + the ticket and made herself known. + </p> + <p> + "Will you tell me," she asked, "whether you have ever seen the young + gentleman that accompanies me?" + </p> + <p> + "Not to my knowledge," answered the attendant, after attentively regarding + Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Can you remember the appearance of the boy who pawned the opera glass?" + </p> + <p> + "He was taller than this boy, and pale. He was thinner also. His hair was + a light brown." + </p> + <p> + A light dawned upon Ben, and his glance met that of Mrs. Hamilton, so that + she read his suspicions. + </p> + <p> + "I think we both know who it was that took your name, Ben," she said; "but + for the present I wish you to keep it secret." + </p> + <p> + "I will certainly do so, Mrs. Hamilton." + </p> + <p> + "I am placed in difficult circumstances, and have not made up my mind what + to do." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you won't allow yourself to be prejudiced against me by any false + stories." + </p> + <p> + "No, I can promise you that. I have perfect confidence in you." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you for that, Mrs. Hamilton," said Ben gratefully. + </p> + <p> + "Yet I am about to take a course that will surprise you." + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "I am going to let you leave me for a time, and put Conrad in your place." + </p> + <p> + Ben looked bewildered, as well he might. There was nothing that would have + surprised him more. + </p> + <p> + "Then I am afraid you don't find me satisfactory," he said anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "You discharge me from your service." + </p> + <p> + "No" answered Mrs. Hamilton, smiling; "I have other work for you to do. I + mean to give you a confidential commission." + </p> + <p> + Ben's face brightened up immediately. + </p> + <p> + "You will find me faithful," he said, "and I hope I may repay your + confidence." + </p> + <p> + "I think you will. I will explain matters to you before you reach the + house, as I don't want Mrs. Hill or Conrad to know about the matter. + Indeed, for reasons of my own, I shall let them think that I discharged + you." + </p> + <p> + Ben smiled; he was not averse to such a plan. + </p> + <p> + "And now for the business. I own a farm in the western part of + Pennsylvania. I have for years let it for a nominal sum to a man named + Jackson. Of late he has been very anxious to buy it, and has offered me a + sum greater than I had supposed it to be worth. As I know him to be a + close-fisted man, who has tried more than once to get me to reduce the + small rent I charge him, this naturally excites my curiosity. I think + something has been discovered that enhances the value of the farm, and, if + so, I want to know it. You are a boy, and a visit to the neighborhood will + not excite surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I understand," said Ben. "When do you wish me to start?" + </p> + <p> + "This afternoon. I have prepared written instructions, and here is a + pocketbook containing a hundred and fifty dollars for expenses." + </p> + <p> + "Shall I need so much?" + </p> + <p> + "Probably not; but I wish you to be amply provided. You will remove all + your things from my house, but you may store anything you don't need to + carry." + </p> + <p> + When Conrad heard that Mrs. Hamilton had taken Ben with her, he was + alarmed lest it should be discovered that the boy pawning the opera glass + was not Ben, but himself. When, upon Mrs. Hamilton's return, he was + summoned to her presence, he entered with trepidation. + </p> + <p> + "Is your toothache better, Conrad?" asked Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "A little better, thank you." + </p> + <p> + "I am going to make a change in your position. Ben is to leave me, and you + will take his place as my secretary." + </p> + <p> + Conrad's heart bounded with joy and surprise. + </p> + <p> + "How can I thank you, Cousin Hamilton!" he said, with a feeling of great + relief. + </p> + <p> + "By serving me well." + </p> + <p> + "All has turned out for the best, mother," said Conrad joyfully, as he + sought his mother's presence. "Ben is bounced, and I am to take his + place." + </p> + <p> + "Heaven be praised!" ejaculated Mrs. Hill. + </p> + <p> + "I hope you'll soon find a place," said Conrad mockingly, when Ben left + the house, valise in hand. + </p> + <p> + "I think I shall," answered Ben calmly. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX — BEN "GOES WEST" + </h2> + <p> + Undisturbed by the thought that his departure was viewed with joy by + Conrad and his mother, Ben set out on his Western journey. + </p> + <p> + His destination was Centerville, in Western Pennsylvania. I may as well + say that this is not the real name of the place, which, for several + reasons, I conceal. + </p> + <p> + Though Ben was not an experienced traveler, he found no difficulty in + reaching his destination, having purchased a copy of "Appleton's Railway + Guide," which afforded him all the information he required. About fifty + miles this side of Centerville he had for a seat companion a man of middle + age, with a pleasant face, covered with a brown beard, who, after reading + through a Philadelphia paper which he had purchased of the train-boy, + seemed inclined to have a social chat with Ben. + </p> + <p> + "May I ask your destination, my young friend?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + Ben felt that it was well for him to be cautious, though he was pleasantly + impressed with the appearance of his companion. + </p> + <p> + "I think I shall stop over at Centerville," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! That is my destination." + </p> + <p> + "Do you live there?" asked Ben. + </p> + <p> + "No," said the other, laughing. "Do I look like it? I thought you would + read 'New York' in my face and manner." + </p> + <p> + "I am not an experienced observer," said Ben modestly. + </p> + <p> + "Centerville has a prosperous future before it," said the stranger. + </p> + <p> + "Has it? I don't know much about the place. I never was there." + </p> + <p> + "You know, of course, that it is in the oil region?" + </p> + <p> + "I didn't even know that." + </p> + <p> + "A year ago," resumed the stranger, "it was a humdrum farming town, and + not a very prosperous one either. The land is not of good quality, and the + farmers found it hard work to get a poor living. Now all is changed." + </p> + <p> + Ben's attention was aroused. He began to understand why Mr. Jackson wished + to buy the farm he rented from Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "This is all new to me," he said. "I suppose oil has been found there?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; one old farm, which would have been dear at three thousand dollars, + is now yielding hundreds of barrels daily, and would fetch fifty thousand + dollars easily." + </p> + <p> + Ben began to be excited. If he could only sell Mrs. Hamilton's farm for + half that he felt that he would be doing an excellent thing. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are interested in some of the petroleum wells?" he said. + </p> + <p> + "Not yet, but I hope to be. In fact, I don't mind confessing that I + represent a New York syndicate, and that my object in making this journey + is to purchase, if I can, the Jackson farm." + </p> + <p> + "The Jackson farm!" repeated Ben, his breath almost taken away by his + surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; do you know anything about it?" asked his companion. + </p> + <p> + "I have heard of a farmer in Centerville named Peter Jackson." + </p> + <p> + "That is the man." + </p> + <p> + "And his farm is one of the lucky ones, then?" + </p> + <p> + "It promises to be." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose, then, you will have to pay a large sum for it?" said Ben, + trying to speak calmly. + </p> + <p> + "Jackson is very coy, and, I think, grasping. He wants fifty thousand + dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Of course you won't pay so much?" + </p> + <p> + "I should hardly feel authorized to do so. I may go as high as forty + thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + Ben was dazzled. If he could effect a sale at this price he would be doing + a splendid stroke of business, and would effectually defeat the plans of + Mr. Jackson, who, it appeared, had pretended that he was the owner of the + farm, hoping to obtain it from Mrs. Hamilton at a valuation which would + have been suitable before the discovery of oil, but now would be + ludicrously disproportionate to its real value. + </p> + <p> + "Shall or shall I not, tell this gentleman the truth?" he reflected. + </p> + <p> + He thought over the matter and decided to do so. The discovery must be + made sooner or later, and there would be no advantage in delay. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think Jackson will sell," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" asked the stranger, in surprise. "Do you know him?" + </p> + <p> + "I never saw him in my life." + </p> + <p> + "Then how can you form any opinion on the subject?" + </p> + <p> + Ben smiled. + </p> + <p> + "The answer is easy enough," he said. "Mr. Jackson can't sell what he + doesn't own." + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to say that he is not the owner of the farm which he proposes + to sell us?" + </p> + <p> + "That is just what I mean. He is no more the owner than you or I." + </p> + <p> + "You speak confidently, young man. Perhaps you can tell me who is the + owner?" + </p> + <p> + "I can. The owner is Mrs. Hamilton, of New York." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! That is a genuine surprise. Can you give me her address? I should + like to communicate with her." + </p> + <p> + "I will cheerfully give you her address, but it won't be necessary, for I + represent her." + </p> + <p> + "You!" exclaimed the stranger incredulously. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; and I am going out to Centerville now as her agent. This Jackson, + who is her tenant, has been urging her to sell him the farm for some time. + He has offered a sum larger than the farm would be worth but for the + discovery of petroleum, but has taken good care not to speak of this." + </p> + <p> + "How much does he offer?" + </p> + <p> + "Five thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "The rascal!" He offers five thousand, and expects us to pay him fifty + thousand dollars for his bargain. What an unmitigated swindle it would + have been if he had carried out his scheme!" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you would like to see his last letter?" said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I should. I want to see what the old rascal has to say for himself." + </p> + <p> + Ben took from his pocket the letter in question, and put it into the hands + of his new acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + It was dated at Centerville, October 21. It was written in a cramped hand, + showing that the farmer was not accustomed to letter-writing. + </p> + <p> + It ran thus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Respected Madam: + + "As I have already wrote you, I would like to buy the farm, and will + give you more than anybody else, because I am used to living on it, + and it seems like home. I am willing to pay five thousand dollars, + though I know it is only worth four, but it is worth more to me than + to others. I offer you more because I know you are rich, and will not + sell unless you get a good bargain. Please answer right away. + + "Yours respectfully, + Peter Jackson. + + "P.S.—My offer will hold good for only two weeks." +</pre> + <p> + "He seems to be very much in earnest," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "He has reason to be so, as he hopes to make forty-five thousand dollars + on his investment." + </p> + <p> + "He will be bitterly disappointed," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "I don't care anything about Jackson," said the stranger. "I would just as + soon negotiate with you. Are you authorized to sell the farm?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Ben; "but Mrs. Hamilton will probably be guided by my + advice in the mater." + </p> + <p> + "That amounts to the same thing. I offer you forty thousand dollars for + it." + </p> + <p> + "I think favorably of your proposal, Mr. ——" + </p> + <p> + "My name is Taylor." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Taylor; but I prefer to delay answering till I am on the ground and + can judge better of the matter." + </p> + <p> + "You are right. I was surprised at first that Mrs. Hamilton should have + selected so young an agent. I begin to think her choice was a judicious + one." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI — MR. JACKSON RECEIVES A CALL + </h2> + <p> + "Suppose we join forces, Ben," said Mr. Taylor familiarly. + </p> + <p> + "How do you mean?" + </p> + <p> + "We will join forces against this man Jackson. He wants to swindle both of + us—that is, those whom we represent. + </p> + <p> + "I am willing to work with you" answered Ben, who had been favorably + impressed by the appearance and frankness of his traveling companion. + </p> + <p> + "Then suppose to-morrow morning—it is too late to-day—we call + over and see the old rascal." + </p> + <p> + "I would rather not have him know on what errand I come, just at first." + </p> + <p> + "That is in accordance with my own plans. You will go as my companion. He + will take you for my son, or nephew, and, while I am negotiating, you can + watch and judge for yourself." + </p> + <p> + "I like the plan," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "When he finds out who you are he will feel pretty badly sold." + </p> + <p> + "He deserves it." + </p> + <p> + The two put up at a country hotel, which, though not luxurious, was + tolerably comfortable. After the fatigue of his journey, Ben enjoyed a + good supper and a comfortable bed. The evening, however, he spent in the + public room of the inn, where he had a chance to listen to the + conversation of a motley crowd, some of them native and residents, others + strangers who had been drawn to Centerville by the oil discoveries. + </p> + <p> + "I tell you," said a long, lank individual, "Centerville's goin' to be one + of the smartest places in the United States. It's got a big future before + it." + </p> + <p> + "That's so," said a small, wiry man; "but I'm not so much interested in + that as I am in the question whether or not I've got a big future before + me." + </p> + <p> + "You're one of the owners of the Hoffman farm, ain't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I wish I owned the whole of it. Still, I've made nigh on to a + thousand dollars durin' the last month for my share of the profits. Pretty + fair, eh?" + </p> + <p> + "I should say so. You've got a good purchase; but there's one better in my + opinion." + </p> + <p> + "Where's that?" + </p> + <p> + "Peter Jackson's farm." + </p> + <p> + Here Ben and Mr. Taylor began to listen with interest. + </p> + <p> + "He hasn't begun to work it any, has he?" + </p> + <p> + "Not much; just enough to find out its value." + </p> + <p> + "What's he waitin' for?" + </p> + <p> + "There's some New York people want it. If he can get his price, he'll sell + it to them for a good sum down." + </p> + <p> + "What does he ask?" + </p> + <p> + "He wants fifty thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Whew! that's rather stiffish. I thought the property belonged to a lady + in New York." + </p> + <p> + "So it did; but Jackson says he bought it a year ago." + </p> + <p> + "He was lucky." + </p> + <p> + Ben and Mr. Taylor looked at each other again. It was easy to see the old + farmer's game, and to understand why he was so anxious to secure the farm, + out of which he could make so large a sum of money. + </p> + <p> + "He's playing a deep game, Ben," said Taylor, when they had left the room. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but I think I shall be able to put a spoke in his wheel." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be curious to see how he takes it when he finds the negotiation + taken out of his hands. We'll play with him a little, as a cat plays with + a mouse." + </p> + <p> + The next morning, after a substantial breakfast, Ben and his new friend + took a walk to the farm occupied by Peter Jackson. It was about half a + mile away, and when reached gave no indication of the wealth it was + capable of producing. The farmhouse was a plain structure nearly forty + years old, badly in need of paint, and the out-buildings harmonized with + it in appearance. + </p> + <p> + A little way from the house was a tall, gaunt man, engaged in mending a + fence. He was dressed in a farmer's blue frock and overalls, and his gray, + stubby beard seemed to be of a week's growth. There was a crafty, greedy + look in his eyes, which overlooked a nose sharp and aquiline. His feet + were incased in a pair of cowhide boots. He looked inquiringly at Taylor + as he approached, but hardly deigned to look at Ben, who probably seemed + too insignificant to notice. He gave a shrewd guess at the errand of the + visitor, but waited for him to speak first. + </p> + <p> + "Is this Mr. Jackson?" asked Taylor, with a polite bow. + </p> + <p> + "That's my name, stranger," answered the old man. + </p> + <p> + "My name is Taylor. I wrote to you last week." + </p> + <p> + "I got the letter," said Jackson, going on with his work. It was his plan + not to seem too eager but to fight shy in order to get his price. Besides, + though he would have been glad to close the bargain on the spot, there was + an embarrassing difficulty. The farm was not his to sell, and he was + anxiously awaiting Mrs. Hamilton's answer to his proposal. + </p> + <p> + "She can't have heard of the oil discoveries," he thought, "and five + thousand dollars will seem a big price for the farm. She can't help + agreeing to my terms." + </p> + <p> + This consideration made him hopeful, but for all that, he must wait, and + waiting he found very tantalizing. + </p> + <p> + "Have you decided to accept my offer, Mr. Jackson?" + </p> + <p> + "Waal, I'll have to take a leetle time to consider. How much did you say + you'd give?" + </p> + <p> + "Forty thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "I'd ought to have fifty." + </p> + <p> + "Forty thousand dollars is a big sum of money." + </p> + <p> + "And this farm is a perfect gold mine. Shouldn't wonder if it would net a + hundred thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "There is no certainty of that, and the purchasers will have to take a big + risk" + </p> + <p> + "There isn't much risk. Ask anybody in Centerville what he thinks of the + Jackson farm." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose I were ready to come to your terms—mind, I don't say I am—would + you sign the papers to-day?" + </p> + <p> + Jackson looked perplexed. He knew could not do it. + </p> + <p> + "What's your hurry?" he said. + </p> + <p> + "The capitalists whom I represent are anxious to get to work as soon as + possible. That's natural, isn't, it?" + </p> + <p> + "Ye-es," answered Jackson. + </p> + <p> + "So, the sooner we fix matters the better. I want to go back to New York + to-morrow if I can." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I can give my answer as soon as that. Wait a minute, + though." + </p> + <p> + A boy was approaching, Jackson's son, if one could judge from the + resemblance, holding a letter in his hand. + </p> + <p> + "Come right here, Abner," he called out eagerly. + </p> + <p> + Abner approached, and his father snatched the letter from his hand. It + bore the New York postmark, but, on opening it, Jackson looked bitterly + disappointed. He had hoped it was from Mrs. Hamilton, accepting his offer + for the farm; but, instead of that, it was an unimportant circular. + </p> + <p> + "I'll have to take time to think over your offer, Mr. Taylor," he said. + "You see, I'll have to talk over matters with the old woman." + </p> + <p> + "By the way," said Taylor carelessly, "I was told in the village that you + didn't own the farm—that it was owned by a lady in New York." + </p> + <p> + "She used to own it," said the fanner, uneasily; "but I bought it of her a + year ago." + </p> + <p> + "So that you have the right to sell it?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course I have." + </p> + <p> + "What have you to say to that, Ben?" asked Taylor quietly. + </p> + <p> + "That if Mrs. Hamilton has sold the farm to Mr. Jackson she doesn't know + it." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean, boy?" gasped Jackson. + </p> + <p> + "I mean that when I left New York Mrs. Hamilton owned the farm." + </p> + <p> + "It's a lie!" muttered the farmer; but he spoke with difficulty. "I bought + it a year ago." + </p> + <p> + "In that case it is strange that you should have written a week ago + offering five thousand dollars for the farm." + </p> + <p> + "Who says I wrote?" + </p> + <p> + "I do; and I have your letter in my pocket," answered Ben firmly. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII — BEN SELLS THE FARM + </h2> + <p> + The farmer stared at Ben panic-stricken. He had thought success within his + grasp. He was to be a rich man—independent for life—as the + result of the trick which he was playing upon Mrs. Hamilton. His + disappointment was intense, and he looked the picture of discomfiture. + </p> + <p> + "I don't believe you," he faltered after a pause. + </p> + <p> + Ben drew a letter from his inside pocket and held it up. + </p> + <p> + "Do you deny the writing?" he said. + </p> + <p> + "Give it to me!" said Jackson, with a sudden movement. + </p> + <p> + "No, thank you; I prefer to keep it. I shall make no use of it unless it + is necessary. I called here to notify you that Mrs. Hamilton does not + propose to sacrifice the farm. If it is sold at all it will be to someone + who will pay its full value." + </p> + <p> + "You can't sell it," said Jackson sullenly. "I have a lease." + </p> + <p> + "Produce it." + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, I shall stay till my year's out." + </p> + <p> + "That will depend upon the new owner. If he is willing, Mrs. Hamilton will + not object." + </p> + <p> + "I think you've got him there, Ben," said Mr. Taylor, with a laugh. "Mr. + Jackson, I think it won't be worth while to continue our conversation. You + undertook to sell what was not yours. I prefer to deal with the real owner + or her representative." + </p> + <p> + "That boy is an impostor!" muttered Jackson. "Why, he's only a school boy. + What does he know about business?" + </p> + <p> + "I think he has proved a match for you. Good-morning, Mr. Jackson. Ben, + let us be going." + </p> + <p> + "Now," said Taylor as they were walking toward the inn, "what do you say + to my offer?" + </p> + <p> + "Please state it, Mr. Taylor." + </p> + <p> + "I offer forty thousand dollars for the farm. It may be worth considerably + more than that; but, on the other hand, the wells may soon run dry. I have + to take the chances." + </p> + <p> + "That seems a fair offer, Mr. Taylor," said Ben frankly. "If I were the + owner I would accept it; but I am acting for another who may not think as + I do." + </p> + <p> + "Will you consult her and let me know?" + </p> + <p> + "I will write at once." + </p> + <p> + "Why not telegraph? The delay would be too great if you trust to the + mail." + </p> + <p> + "I will do as you suggest," answered Ben, "if there is an opportunity to + telegraph from this place." + </p> + <p> + "There is an office at the depot." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will take that on my way back to the hotel." + </p> + <p> + At one corner of the depot Ben found a telegraph operator. After a little + consideration, he dashed off the following telegram: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "No. —— Madison Avenue, New York. + + "To Mrs. Hamilton: + + "Oil has been discovered on your farm. I am offered forty thousand + dollars for it by a responsible party. What shall I do? + + "Ben Barclay." +</pre> + <p> + "Send answer to the hotel," said Ben, to the operator. + </p> + <p> + Four hours later a messenger brought to Ben the following dispatch: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Your news is most surprising. Sell at the figure named if you think + it best. You have full powers. + + "Helen Hamilton." +</pre> + <p> + Mr. Taylor watched Ben's face eagerly as he read the telegram, for he knew + that it must relate to his offer. + </p> + <p> + "What does your principal say?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + "You can read the telegram, Mr. Taylor." + </p> + <p> + Taylor did so. + </p> + <p> + "So you have full powers?" he said. "Mrs. Hamilton must feel great + confidence in you." + </p> + <p> + There was a proud flush on Ben's cheek as he replied: + </p> + <p> + "I have reason to think that she does. I hope it is not misplaced." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you won't drive a hard bargain with me, Ben." + </p> + <p> + "I don't mean to bargain at all. You have made a fair offer, and I will + accept it." + </p> + <p> + Taylor looked pleased. + </p> + <p> + "Some boys in your position," he said, "would have stipulated for a + present." + </p> + <p> + "I shall do nothing of the kind," said Ben promptly. "I should not think + it honest." + </p> + <p> + "Your honesty, my boy, is of the old-fashioned kind. It is not the kind + now in vogue. I like you the better for it, and if you were not in Mrs. + Hamilton's employ I would try to secure your services myself." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Mr. Taylor. The time may come when shall remind you of your + promise." + </p> + <p> + "You will find I have not forgotten it. And now to business. We will go to + a lawyer and have the necessary papers drawn up, which you shall sign in + behalf of your principal." + </p> + <p> + The business was speedily arranged, and by supper-time Ben found that he + had nothing further to detain him in Centerville. He felt that he had done + a smart stroke of business. Mrs. Hamilton had been surprised at receiving + an offer of five thousand dollars for the farm, yet he had sold it for + forty thousand! + </p> + <p> + As they were returning from the lawyer's office they met farmer Jackson + just returning from the post office. + </p> + <p> + "By the way, Mr. Jackson," said Taylor, "you will perhaps be interested to + learn that your farm has been sold." + </p> + <p> + The farmer paused, and looked troubled. + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to turn me out of the house?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Not if you wish to live in it. I shall employ workmen at once to sink + wells, and develop the property. They will need to board somewhere. Are + you willing to board them?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I shall be glad to," answered Jackson. "I am a poor man, and it's + hard work living by farming." + </p> + <p> + "Very well; we can no doubt make an arrangement. I am obliged to go to New + York to complete arrangements for the transfer of the property, but I + shall come back as soon as possible and commence operations." + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't mind workin' for myself," said Jackson. + </p> + <p> + "Then you are the first man I engage." + </p> + <p> + The old farmer brightened up. He was to make money out of the new + discoveries after all, though not in the way he had comtemplated. + </p> + <p> + "When are you going back to New York, Ben?" asked Taylor. + </p> + <p> + "There is nothing to detain me here any longer." + </p> + <p> + "We can go back together, then." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to travel in your company, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Do you expect to remain in Mrs. Hamilton's employ?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," answered Ben. + </p> + <p> + "What were you doing?" + </p> + <p> + "Keeping accounts and acting as her private secretary." + </p> + <p> + "Do you like it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I find it very pleasant, or would be but for one thing." + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "She has relatives living in the house who do not like me." + </p> + <p> + "Jealous, eh?" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps so." + </p> + <p> + "Let me say frankly, that you are fitted for something higher. I am a good + judge of men—" + </p> + <p> + Ben smiled. + </p> + <p> + "Boys, then; and I consider you a boy of excellent business capacity. + After I have got my oil wells under way, I should like to engage you as + superintendent." + </p> + <p> + "I am flattered by your good opinion, Mr. Taylor, but it is a business I + know nothing of." + </p> + <p> + "You would make it your business to learn it, or I mistake you." + </p> + <p> + "You are right there, sir." + </p> + <p> + "However, there will be plenty of time to arrange about this matter. It + would probably be two months before I felt justified in leaving another in + charge." + </p> + <p> + The two started for New York. About fifty miles before reaching the city, + as Ben was reading a magazine he had purchased from the train-boy, he felt + a touch upon his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + Looking up, he recognized, to his amazement, the tramp with whom he had + had an adventure some weeks before in Pentonville. + </p> + <p> + "I see you know me," said the tramp, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII — GOOD NEWS + </h2> + <p> + The tramp, as we may call him for want of a different name, certainly + showed signs of improvement in his personal appearance. He looked quite + respectable, in fact, in a business suit of gray mixed cloth, and would + have passed muster in any assemblage. + </p> + <p> + "I think I have met you before," answered Ben, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps it would have been more of a compliment not to have recognized + me. I flatter myself that I have changed." + </p> + <p> + "So you have, and for the better." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I believe we rode together when we last met." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Ben. + </p> + <p> + "And you were not sorry to part copy with me—is it not so?" + </p> + <p> + "I won't contradict you." + </p> + <p> + "Yet I am inclined to be your friend." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of it," said Ben politely, though, truth to tell, he did not + anticipate any particular benefit to accrue from the acquaintance of the + speaker. + </p> + <p> + "I see you don't attach much importance to my offer of friendship. Yet I + can do you an important service." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Taylor, who had been occupying a seat with Ben, here arose. + </p> + <p> + "You have something to say to my young friend," he said. "Take my seat." + </p> + <p> + "Don't let me deprive you of it," said the other with a politeness Ben had + not deemed him capable of. + </p> + <p> + "By no means. I am going into the smoking car to smoke a cigar. Ben, I + will be back soon." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't expect to meet you so far from Pentonville," said Ben's new + companion, unable to suppress his curiosity. + </p> + <p> + "I don't live in Pentonville now." + </p> + <p> + "Where then?" + </p> + <p> + "In the city of New York." + </p> + <p> + "Are you employed there?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but I am just returning from a trip to Western Pennsylvania." + </p> + <p> + "Did you go on business?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Well, you are getting on, for a country boy. What do you hear from home?" + </p> + <p> + "My mother is well, but I fancy that is not what you mean." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I am interested about your mother. Has she yet paid off that + mortgage on her cottage?" + </p> + <p> + "How did you know there was a mortgage," asked Ben, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I know more than you suppose. What are the chances that she will be able + to pay?" + </p> + <p> + "They are very small," answered Ben, gravely, "but the money is not yet + due." + </p> + <p> + "When will it be due?" + </p> + <p> + "In about six weeks." + </p> + <p> + "Squire Davenport will foreclose—I know him well enough for that." + </p> + <p> + "So I suppose," said Ben, soberly. + </p> + <p> + "Is there no friend who will oblige you with the money?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know of anyone I should feel at liberty to call on." + </p> + <p> + It came into his mind that Mrs. Hamilton was abundantly able to help them, + but she did not know his mother, and it would savor of presumption for him + to ask so great a favor. True, he had effected a most profitable sale for + her, but that was only in the line of his faithful duty, and gave him no + claim upon his employer. + </p> + <p> + "I thought, perhaps, the gentlemen you were traveling with—the one + who has gone info the smoking-car—might—" + </p> + <p> + "He is only a business acquaintance; I have known him less than a week." + </p> + <p> + "To be sure, that alters matters. He is not your employer, then?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Then I believe I shall have to help you myself." + </p> + <p> + Ben stared at his companion in amazement. What! this man who had robbed + him of a dollar only four weeks before, to offer assistance in so + important a matter! + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are joking," said he, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + "Joking! Far from it. I mean just what I say. If Squire Davenport + undertakes to deprive your mother of her home, I will interfere, and, you + will see, with effect." + </p> + <p> + "Would you mind explaining to me how you would help us?" asked Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, in confidence, it being understood that I follow my own course in + the matter." + </p> + <p> + "That is fair enough." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose I tell you, then, that Squire Davenport—I believe that is + the title he goes by in your village—owes your mother more than the + amount of the mortgage." + </p> + <p> + "Is this true?" said Ben, much surprised. + </p> + <p> + "It is quite true." + </p> + <p> + "But how can it be?" + </p> + <p> + "Your father, at his death, held a note of Davenport's for a thousand + dollars—money which he had placed in his hands—a note bearing + siX — per cent. interest." + </p> + <p> + Ben was more and more surprised; at first he was elated, then depressed. + </p> + <p> + "It will do me no good," he said, "nothing was found at father's death, + and the note is no doubt destroyed." + </p> + <p> + "So Squire Davenport thinks," said his companion quietly. + </p> + <p> + "But isn't it true?" + </p> + <p> + "No; that note not only is in existence, but I knew where to lay my hands + on it." + </p> + <p> + "Then it will more than offset the mortgage?" said Ben joyfully. + </p> + <p> + "I should say. No interest has been paid on the note for more than five + years. The amount due must be quite double the amount of the mortgage." + </p> + <p> + "How can I thank you for this information?" said Ben. "We shall not be + forced to give up our little cottage, after all. But how could Squire + Davenport so wickedly try to cheat us of our little property?" + </p> + <p> + "My dear boy," said the tramp, shrugging his shoulders, "your question + savors of verdancy. Learn that there is no meanness too great to be + inspired by the love of money." + </p> + <p> + "But Squire Davenport was already rich." + </p> + <p> + "And for that reason he desired to become richer." + </p> + <p> + "When shall we go to see the squire and tell him about the note?" + </p> + <p> + "I prefer that you should wait till the day the mortgage comes due. When + is that?" + </p> + <p> + "On the twentieth of December." + </p> + <p> + "Then on the nineteenth of December we will both go to Pentonville and + wait till the squire shows his hand." + </p> + <p> + "You seem to be—excuse me—in better circumstances than when we + last met." + </p> + <p> + "I am. An old uncle of mine died last month, and considerately left me ten + thousand dollars. Perhaps if he had known more about my way of life he + would have found another heir. It has led me to turn over a new leaf, and + henceforth I am respectable, as befits a man of property. I even keep a + card case." + </p> + <p> + He drew out a card case and handed a card to Ben. It bore the name of + Harvey Dinsmore. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Dinsmore," said our young hero, I rejoice at your good fortune." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. Shall we be friends?" + </p> + <p> + "With pleasure." + </p> + <p> + "Then I have more good news for you. Your father owned twenty-five shares + in a Western railway. These shares are selling at par, and a year's + dividends are due." + </p> + <p> + "Why, we shall be rich," said Ben, fairly dazzled by this second stroke of + good fortune. + </p> + <p> + "I hope so; though this is only a beginning." + </p> + <p> + "How can we prove that the railway shares belong to us?" + </p> + <p> + "Leave that to me. On the nineteenth of December you will meet me in + Pentonville. Till then we probably shall not meet." + </p> + <p> + At this moment Mr. Taylor made his appearance, returning from the + smoking-car, and Harvey Dinsmore left them. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Ben, has your friend entertained you?" asked Taylor. + </p> + <p> + "He has told me some very good news." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear it." + </p> + <p> + In due time they reached New York, and Ben started uptown to call upon + Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV — CONRAD GOES INTO WALL STREET + </h2> + <p> + When Conrad succeeded Ben as Mrs. Hamilton's private secretary, he was + elated by what he considered his promotion. His first disappointment came + when he learned that his salary was to be but five dollars a week. He did + not dare to remonstrate with his employer, but he expressed himself freely + to his mother. + </p> + <p> + "Cousin Hamilton might afford to pay me more than five dollars a week," he + said bitterly. + </p> + <p> + "It is small," said his mother cautiously, "but we must look to the + future." + </p> + <p> + "If you mean till Cousin Hamilton dies, it may be twenty or thirty years. + Why, she looks healthier than you, mother, and will probably live longer." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill looked grave. She did not fancy this speech. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think we shall have to wait so long," she said. "When you are + twenty-one Cousin Hamilton will probably do something for you." + </p> + <p> + "That's almost five years," grumbled Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "At any rate we have got Ben Barclay out of the house, that's one + comfort." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I am glad of that; but I'd rather be in my old place than this, if I + am to get only five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Young people are so impatient," sighed Mrs. Hill. "You don't seem to + consider that it isn't alone taking Ben's place, but you have got rid of a + dangerous rival for the inheritance." + </p> + <p> + "That's true," said Conrad, "and I hated Ben. I'd rather any other boy + would cut me out than he." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know what has become of him?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I expect that he has gone back to the country—unless he's + blacking boots or selling papers downtown somewhere. By Jove, I'd like to + come across him with a blacking-brush. He used to put on such airs. I + would like to have heard Cousin Hamilton give him the grand bounce." + </p> + <p> + Nothing could be more untrue than that Ben putting on airs, but Conrad saw + him through the eyes of prejudice, and persuaded himself that such was the + fact. In reality Ben was exceedingly modest and unassuming, and it was + this among other things that pleased Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + Conrad continued to find his salary insufficient. He was still more + dissatisfied after an interview with one of his school companions, a boy + employed in a Wall Street broker's office. + </p> + <p> + He was just returning from an errand on which Mrs. Hamilton had sent him, + when he overtook Fred Lathrop on his way uptown. + </p> + <p> + The attention of Conrad was drawn to a heavy gold ring with a handsome + stone on Fred's finger. + </p> + <p> + "Where did you get that ring?" asked Conrad, who had himself a fancy for + rings. + </p> + <p> + "Bought it in Maiden Lane. How do you like it?" + </p> + <p> + "It is splendid. Do you mind telling me how much you paid?" + </p> + <p> + "I paid forty-five dollars. It's worth more." + </p> + <p> + "Forty-five dollars!" ejaculated Conrad. "Why, you must be a millionaire. + Where did you get so much money?" + </p> + <p> + "I didn't find it in the street," answered Fred jocularly. + </p> + <p> + "Can't you tell a feller? You didn't save it out of your wages, did you?" + </p> + <p> + "My wages? I should say not. Why, I only get six dollars a week, and have + to pay car fare and lunches out of that." + </p> + <p> + "Then it isn't equal to my five dollars, for that is all clear. But, all + the same, I can't save anything." + </p> + <p> + "Nor I." + </p> + <p> + "Then how can you afford to buy forty-five dollar rings?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't mind telling you," said Fred. "I made the money by speculating." + </p> + <p> + "Speculating!" repeated Conrad, still in the dark. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I'll tell you all about it." + </p> + <p> + "Do! there's a good fellow." + </p> + <p> + "You see, I bought fifty Erie shares on a margin." + </p> + <p> + "How's that?" + </p> + <p> + "Why I got a broker to buy me fifty shares on a margin of one per cent. He + did it to oblige me. I hadn't any money to put up, but I had done him one + or two favors, and he did it out of good nature. As the stock was on the + rise, he didn't run much of a risk. Well, I bought at 44 and sold at 45 + 1-4. So I made fifty dollars over and above the commission. I tell you I + felt good when the broker paid me over five ten-dollar bills." + </p> + <p> + "I should think you would." + </p> + <p> + "I was afraid I'd spend the money foolishly, so I went right off and + bought this ring. I can sell it for what I gave any time." + </p> + <p> + Conrad's cupidity was greatly excited by this remarkable luck of Fred's. + </p> + <p> + "That seems an easy way of making money," he said. "Do you think I could + try it?" + </p> + <p> + "Anybody can do it if he's got the money to plank down for a margin." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I quite understand." + </p> + <p> + "Then I'll tell you. You buy fifty shares of stock, costing, say, fifty + dollars a share." + </p> + <p> + "That would be twenty-five hundred dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, if you bought it right out. But you don't. You give the broker + whatever per cent. he requires, say a dollar a share—most of them + don't do it so cheap—and he buys the stock on your account. If it + goes up one or two points, say to fifty-one or fifty-two, he sells out, + and the profit goes to you, deducting twenty-five cents a share which he + charges for buying and selling. Besides that, he pays you back your + margin." + </p> + <p> + "That's splendid. But doesn't it ever go down?" + </p> + <p> + "I should say so. If it goes down a dollar a share, then, of course, you + lose fifty dollars." + </p> + <p> + Conrad looked serious. This was not quite so satisfactory. + </p> + <p> + "It is rather risky, then," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Of course, there's some risk; but you know the old proverb, 'Nothing + venture, nothing have.' You must choose the right stock—one that is + going up." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know anything about stock," said Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "I do," said Fred. "If I had money I know what I'd buy." + </p> + <p> + "What?" asked Conrad eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Pacific Mail." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think that's going up?" + </p> + <p> + "I feel sure of it. I overheard my boss and another broker talking about + it yesterday, and they both predicted a bull movement in it." + </p> + <p> + "Does that mean it's going up?" + </p> + <p> + "To be sure." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to buy some." + </p> + <p> + "Have you got money to plank down as a margin?" + </p> + <p> + Conrad had in his pocketbook fifty dollars which he had collected for Mrs. + Hamilton, being a month's rent on a small store on Third Avenue. It + flashed upon him that with this money he could make fifty dollars for + himself, and be able to pay back the original sum to Mrs. Hamilton as soon + as the operation was concluded. + </p> + <p> + "Could you manage it for me, Fred?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I wouldn't mind." + </p> + <p> + "Then I'll give you fifty dollars, and you do the best you can for me. If + I succeed I'll make you a present." + </p> + <p> + "All right. I hope you'll win, I am sure [illegible]" + </p> + <p> + Not giving himself time to think of the serious breach of trust he was + committing, Conrad took the money from his pocket and transferred it to + his companion. + </p> + <p> + "It won't take long, will it?" he asked anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "Very likely the stock will be bought and sold to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "That will be splendid. You'll let me know right off?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I'll attend to that." + </p> + <p> + Conrad went home and reported to Mrs. Hamilton that the tenant had not + paid, but would do so on Saturday. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hamilton was a little surprised, for the Third Avenue tenant had + never before put her off. Something in Conrad's manner excited her + suspicion, and she resolved the next day to call herself on Mr. Clark, the + tenant. He would be likely to speak of the postponement, and give reasons + for it. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV — TURNING THE TABLES + </h2> + <p> + "Now Conrad," said Mrs. Hamilton, "will you tell me by what authority you + send away my visitors?" + </p> + <p> + "I didn't suppose you would want to see Ben," stammered Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "After what he has done?" + </p> + <p> + "What has he done?" + </p> + <p> + "He stole your opera glass and pawned it." + </p> + <p> + "You are mistaken. It was stolen by a different person." + </p> + <p> + Conrad started uneasily, and his mother, who was not in the secret, looked + surprised. + </p> + <p> + "I know who took the opera glass," continued Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "Who was it?" asked the housekeeper. + </p> + <p> + "Your son, I regret to say." + </p> + <p> + "This is a slander!" exclaimed Mrs. Hill angrily. "Cousin Hamilton, that + boy has deceived you." + </p> + <p> + "My information did not come from Ben, if that is what you mean." + </p> + <p> + "My son would be incapable of stealing," continued Mrs. Hill. + </p> + <p> + "I should be glad to think so. It can easily be settled. Let Conrad go + with me tomorrow to the pawnbroker from whom I recovered the glass, and + see if he recognizes him." + </p> + <p> + "He would be sure to say it was me," stammered Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "At any rate he told me it was not Ben, who made no opposition to + accompanying me." + </p> + <p> + "I see there is a plot against my poor boy," said Mrs. Hill bitterly. + </p> + <p> + "On the contrary, I shall be glad to believe him innocent. But there is + another matter that requires investigation. Conrad, here is a letter which + has come for you. Are you willing I should open and read it?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't like to show my letters," said Conrad sullenly. + </p> + <p> + "The boy is right," said his mother, always ready to back up her son. + </p> + <p> + "I have good reason for wishing to know the contents of the letter," said + Mrs. Hamilton sternly. "I will not open it, unless Conrad consents, but I + will call on the brokers and question them as to their motive in + addressing it to a boy." + </p> + <p> + Conrad was silent. He saw that there was no escape for him. + </p> + <p> + "Shall I read it?" asked Mrs. Hamilton. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Conrad feebly. + </p> + <p> + The letter was opened. + </p> + <p> + It ran thus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Mr. Conrad Hill: + + "You will be kind enough to call at our office at once, and pay + commission due us for buying add selling fifty shares Pacific Mail. + The fall in the price of the stock, as we have already notified you, + exhausted the money you placed in our hands as margin. + + "Yours respectfully," + "BIRD & BRANT." +</pre> + <p> + "I hope, Cousin Hamilton, you won't be too hard on the poor boy," said the + housekeeper. "He thought he would be able to replace the money." + </p> + <p> + "You and Conrad have done your best to prejudice me against Ben." + </p> + <p> + "You are mistaken," said the housekeeper quickly, showing some evidence of + agitation. + </p> + <p> + "I have learned that the letter which lured Ben to a gambling house was + concocted between you. The letter I have in my possession." + </p> + <p> + "Who told you such a falsehood? If it is Ben—" + </p> + <p> + "It is not Ben, Mrs. Hill. He is as much surprised as you are to learn it + now. The letter I submitted to an expert, who has positively identified + the handwriting as yours, Mrs. Hill. You were very persistent in your + attempts to make me believe than Ben was addicted to frequenting gambling + houses." + </p> + <p> + "I see you are determined to believe me guilty," said Mrs. Hill. "Perhaps + you think I know about the opera glass and this stock gambling?" + </p> + <p> + "I have no evidence of it, but I know enough to justify me in taking a + decisive step." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hill listened apprehensively. + </p> + <p> + "It is this: you and Conrad must leave my house. I can no longer tolerate + your presence here." + </p> + <p> + "You send us out to starve?" said the housekeeper bitterly. + </p> + <p> + "No; I will provide for you. I will allow you fifty dollars a month and + Conrad half as much, and you can board where you please." + </p> + <p> + "While that boy usurps our place?" said Mrs. Hill bitterly. + </p> + <p> + "That is a matter to be decided between Ben and myself." + </p> + <p> + "We will go at once," said the housekeeper. + </p> + <p> + "I don't require it. You can stay here until you have secured a + satisfactory boarding place." + </p> + <p> + But Conrad and his mother left the house the next morning. They saw that + Mrs. Hamilton was no longer to be deceived, and they could gain nothing by + staying. There was an angry scene between the mother and son. + </p> + <p> + "Were you mad, Conrad," said his mother, "to steal, where you were sure to + be found out? It is your folly that has turned Cousin Hamilton against + us?" + </p> + <p> + "No; it is that boy. I'd like to wring his neck!" + </p> + <p> + "I hope he will come to some bad end," said Mrs. Hill malignantly. "If he + had not come to the house none of this would have happened." + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Ben and his patroness had a satisfactory conversation. + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are satisfied with my management, Mrs. Hamilton?" said our + hero. + </p> + <p> + "You have done wonderfully, Ben. Through you I am the richer by + thirty-five thousand dollars at the very least, for the farm would have + been dear at five thousand, whereas it was sold for forty thousand." + </p> + <p> + "I am very glad you are satisfied." + </p> + <p> + "You shall have reason to be glad. I intend to pay you a commission for + selling the place." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said Ben joyfully. + </p> + <p> + He thought it possible Mrs. Hamilton might give him fifty dollars, and + this would have been very welcome. + </p> + <p> + "Under the circumstances, I shall allow you an extra commission—say + 10 per cent. How much will 10 per cent. amount to on forty thousand + dollars?" + </p> + <p> + "Four thousand," answered Ben mechanically. + </p> + <p> + "Consider yourself worth fourth thousand dollars, then." + </p> + <p> + "But this is too much, Mrs. Hamilton," said Ben, scarcely crediting his + good fortune. + </p> + <p> + "Then give half of it to your mother," said Mrs. Hamilton, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "Now we can pay off the mortgage!" exclaimed Ben, joyfully. + </p> + <p> + "What mortgage?" + </p> + <p> + Ben told the story, and it aroused the lively sympathy of his patroness. + </p> + <p> + "As soon as the purchase money is paid," she said, "you shall have you + commission, and sooner if it is needed." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI — A LETTER FROM ROSE GARDINER + </h2> + <p> + Ben resumed his place as the secretary and confidential clerk of Mrs. + Hamilton. He found his position more agreeable when Mrs. Hill and Conrad + were fairly out of the house. In place of the first a pleasant-faced + German woman was engaged, and there were no more sour looks and sneering + words. + </p> + <p> + Of course Ben kept up a weekly correspondence with his mother. He did not + tell her the extent of his good fortune—he wished that to be a + surprise, when the time came. From his mother, too, he received weekly + letters, telling him not unfrequently how she missed him, though she was + glad he was doing so well. + </p> + <p> + One day beside his mother's letter was another. He did not know the + handwriting, but, looking eagerly to the end, he saw the name of Rose + Gardiner. + </p> + <p> + "What would Rose say," Ben asked himself, "if she knew that I am worth + four thousand dollars?" + </p> + <p> + The money had been paid to Ben, and was deposited in four different + savings banks, till he could decide on a better investment. So he was + quite sure of having more than enough to pay off the mortgage and redeem + the cottage. + </p> + <p> + "Since mother is worrying, I must write and set her mind at rest," he + decided. + </p> + <p> + He wrote accordingly, telling his mother not to feel anxious, for he had + wealthy friends, and he felt sure, with their help, of paying off the + mortgage. "But don't tell anybody this," he continued, "for I want to give + the squire and Mr. Kirk a disagreeable surprise. I shall come to + Pentonville two days before, and may stay a week." + </p> + <p> + He had already spoken to Mrs. Hamilton about having this week as a + vacation. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII — BEN'S VISIT TO PENTONVILLE + </h2> + <p> + On the eighteenth of December Ben arrived in Pentonville. It was his first + visit since he went up to New York for good. He reached home without + observation, and found his mother overjoyed to see him. + </p> + <p> + "It has seemed a long, long time that you have been away, Ben," she said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mother; but I did a good thing in going to New York." + </p> + <p> + "You are looking well, Ben, and you have grown." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mother; and best of all, I have prospered. Squire Davenport can't + have the house!" + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean to say, Ben, that you have the money to pay it off?" asked + his mother, with eager hope. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mother; and, better still, the money is my own." + </p> + <p> + "This can't be true, Ben!" she said incredulously. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but it is, though! You are to ask me no questions until after the + twentieth. Then I will tell you all." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid I shall have to send you to the store, for I am out of + groceries." + </p> + <p> + A list was given, and Ben started for the store. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Kirk looked up in surprise as he entered. + </p> + <p> + "You're the Barclay boy, ain't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I thought you were in New York." + </p> + <p> + "I was, but I have just got home." + </p> + <p> + "Couldn't make it, go, hey?" + </p> + <p> + Ben smiled, but did not answer. + </p> + <p> + "I may give you something to do," said Kirk, in a patronizing tone. + "You've been employed in this store, I believe." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I was here some months." + </p> + <p> + "I'll give you two dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said Ben meekly, "but I shall have to take a little time to + decide—say the rest of the week." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you want to help your mother move?" + </p> + <p> + "She couldn't move alone." + </p> + <p> + "Very well; you can begin next Monday." + </p> + <p> + When Ben was going home, he met his old enemy, Tom Davenport. Tom's eyes + lighted up when he saw Ben, and he crossed the street to speak to him. It + may be mentioned that, though Ben had a new and stylish suit of clothes, + he came home in the old suit he had worn away, and his appearance, + therefore, by no means betokened prosperity. + </p> + <p> + "So you're back again!" said Tom abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I always said you'd come back." + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to look for something to do?" Tom asked. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Kirk has offered me a place in the store." + </p> + <p> + "How much pay?" + </p> + <p> + "Two dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "You'd better take it." + </p> + <p> + "I hardly think I can work at that figure," said Ben, mildly. + </p> + <p> + "Kirk won't pay you any more." + </p> + <p> + "I'll think of it. By the way, Tom, call around and see me some time." + </p> + <p> + "I hardly think I shall have time," said Tom haughtily. "He talks as if I + were his equal!" he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + "Well, good afternoon. Remember me to your father." + </p> + <p> + Tom stared at Ben in surprise. Really the store boy was getting very + presumptuous he thought. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVIII — CONCLUSION + </h2> + <p> + On the evening of the nineteenth of December, Ben stood on the piazza of + the village hotel when the stage returned from the depot. He examined + anxiously the passengers who got out. His eyes lighted up joyfully as he + recognized in one the man he was looking for. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Dinsmore," he said, coming forward hastily. + </p> + <p> + "You see I have kept my word," said Harvey Dinsmore, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "I feared you would not come." + </p> + <p> + "I wished to see the discomfiture of our friend Squire Davenport. So + to-morrow is the day?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to be on hand when the squire calls." + </p> + <p> + "That will be at twelve o'clock. My mother has received a note from him + fixing that hour." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will come over at half-past eleven if you will allow me." + </p> + <p> + "Come; we will expect you." + </p> + <p> + "And how have you fared since I saw you, my young friend?" + </p> + <p> + "I have been wonderfully fortunate, but I have kept my good fortune a + secret from all, even my mother. It will come out to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "Your mother can feel quite at ease about the mortgage." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, even if you had not come I am able to pay it." + </p> + <p> + "Whew! then you have indeed been fortunate for a boy. I suppose you + borrowed the money?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I earned it." + </p> + <p> + "Evidently you were born to succeed. Will you take supper with me?" + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. Mother will expect me at home." + </p> + <p> + At half-past eleven the next forenoon the stranger called at door of Mrs. + Barclay. He was admitted by Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Mother," said Ben, "this is Mr. Harvey Dinsmore." + </p> + <p> + "I believe we have met before," said Dinsmore, smiling. "I fear my first + visit was not welcome. To-day I come in more respectable guise and as a + friend." + </p> + <p> + "You are welcome, sir," said the widow courteously. "I am glad to see you. + I should hardly have known you." + </p> + <p> + "I take that as a compliment. I am a tramp no longer, but a respectable + and, I may add, well-to-do citizen. Now I have a favor to ask." + </p> + <p> + "Name it, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Place me, if convenient, where I can hear the interview between Mr. + Davenport and yourself without myself being seen." + </p> + <p> + Ben conducted Dinsmore into the kitchen opening out of the sitting room, + and gave him a chair. + </p> + <p> + At five minute to twelve there was a knock at the outer door, and Ben + admitted Squire Davenport. + </p> + <p> + "So you are home again, Benjamin," said the squire. "Had enough of the + city?" + </p> + <p> + "I am taking a vacation. I thought mother would need me to-day." + </p> + <p> + "She will—to help her move." + </p> + <p> + "Step in, sir." + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport, with the air of a master, followed Ben into the sitting + room. Mrs. Barclay sat quietly at the table with her sewing in hand. + </p> + <p> + "Good-day, widow," said the squire patronizingly. + </p> + <p> + He was rather surprised at her quiet, unruffled, demeanor. He expected to + find her tearful and sad. + </p> + <p> + "Good-day, Squire Davenport," she said quietly. "Is your family well?" + </p> + <p> + "Zounds! she takes it coolly," thought the squire. + </p> + <p> + "Very well," he said dryly. "I suppose you know my business?" + </p> + <p> + "You come about the mortgage?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; have you decided where to move?" + </p> + <p> + "My mother does not propose to move," said Ben calmly. + </p> + <p> + "Oho! that's your opinion, is it? I apprehend it is not for you to say." + </p> + <p> + "That's where we differ. We intend to stay." + </p> + <p> + "Without consulting me, eh?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "You are impudent, boy!" said the squire, waxing wrathful. "I shall give + you just three days to find another home, though I could force you to + leave at once." + </p> + <p> + "This house belongs to my mother." + </p> + <p> + "You are mistaken. It belongs to me." + </p> + <p> + "When did you buy it?" + </p> + <p> + "You are talking foolishly. I hold a mortgage for seven hundred dollars on + the property, and you can't pay it. I am willing to cancel the mortgage + and pay your mother three hundred dollars cash for the place." + </p> + <p> + "It is worth a good deal more." + </p> + <p> + "Who will pay more?" demanded the quire, throwing himself back in his + chair. + </p> + <p> + "I will," answered Ben. + </p> + <p> + "Ho, ho! that's a good joke," said the squire. "Why, you are not worth + five dollars in the world." + </p> + <p> + "It doesn't matter whether I am or not. My mother won't sell." + </p> + <p> + "Then pay the mortgage," said the squire angrily. + </p> + <p> + "I am prepared to do so. Have you a release with you?" + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport stared at Ben in amazement. + </p> + <p> + "Enough of this folly!" he said sternly. I am not in the humor for jokes." + </p> + <p> + "Squire Davenport, I am not joking. I have here money enough to pay the + mortgage," and Ben drew from his pocket a thick roll of bills. + </p> + <p> + "Where did you get that money?" asked Squire Davenport, in evident + discomfiture. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think it necessary to answer that question; but there is another + matter I wish to speak to you about. When will you be ready to pay the sum + you owe my father's estate?" + </p> + <p> + Squire Davenport started violently. + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" he demanded hoarsely. + </p> + <p> + Harvey Dinsmore entered the room from the kitchen at that point. + </p> + <p> + "I will answer that question," he said. "Ben refers to a note for a + thousand dollars signed by you, which was found on his father's person at + the time of his death." + </p> + <p> + "No such note is in existence," said the squire triumphantly. He + remembered that he had burned it. + </p> + <p> + "You are mistaken. That note you burned was only a copy! I have the + original with me." + </p> + <p> + "You treacherous rascal!" exclaimed the squire, in great excitement. + </p> + <p> + "When I have dealings with a knave I am not very scrupulous," said + Dinsmore coolly. + </p> + <p> + "I won't pay the note you have trumped up. This is a conspiracy." + </p> + <p> + "Then," said Ben, "the note will be placed in the hands of a lawyer." + </p> + <p> + "This is a conspiracy to prevent my foreclosing the mortgage. But it won't + work," said the squire angrily. + </p> + <p> + "There you are mistaken. I will pay the mortgage now in the presence of + Mr. Dinsmore, and let the other matter be settled hereafter. Please + prepare the necessary papers." + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the squire did as requested. The money was paid over, and Ben, + turning to his mother, said: + </p> + <p> + "Mother, the house is ours once more without incumbrance." + </p> + <p> + "Thank God!" ejaculated the widow. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Dinsmore," said Squire Davenport, when the business was concluded, + "may I have a private word with you? Please accompany me to my house." + </p> + <p> + "As you please, sir." + </p> + <p> + When they emerged into the street Squire Davenport said: + </p> + <p> + "Of course this is all a humbug. You can't have the original with you?" + </p> + <p> + "But I have, sir. You should have looked more closely at the one you + burned." + </p> + <p> + "Can't we compromise this matter?" asked the squire, in an insinuating + tone. + </p> + <p> + "No sir," said Dinsmore with emphasis. "I have got through with rascality. + You can't tempt me. If I were as hard up as when I called upon you before, + I might not be able to resist you; but I am worth over ten thousand + dollars, and—" + </p> + <p> + "Have you broken into a bank?" asked Squire Davenport, with a sneer. + </p> + <p> + "I have come into a legacy. To cut matters short, it will be for your + interest to pay this claim, and not allow the story to be made known. It + would damage your reputation." + </p> + <p> + In the end this was what the squire was forced very unwillingly to do. The + amount he had to pay to the estate of the man whose family he had sought + to defraud was nearly fifteen hundred dollars. This, added to Ben's four + thousand, made the family very comfortable. Mr. Kirk was compelled to look + elsewhere for a house. No one was more chagrined at the unexpected issue + of the affair than Tom Davenport, whose mean and jealous disposition made + more intense his hatred of Ben. + </p> + <h3> + * * * * * * * * * + </h3> + <p> + Several years have elapsed. Ben is in the office of a real estate lawyer + in New York, as junior partner. All Mrs. Hamilton's business is in his + hands, and it is generally thought that he will receive a handsome legacy + from her eventually. Mrs. Barclay prefers to live in Pentonville, but Ben + often visits her. Whenever he goes to Pentonville he never fails to call + on Rose Gardiner, now a beautiful young lady of marriageable age. She has + lost none of her partiality for Ben, and it is generally understood that + they are engaged. I have reason to think that the rumor is correct and + that Rose will change her name to Barclay within a year. Nothing could be + more agreeable to Mrs. Barclay, who has long looked upon Rose as a + daughter. + </p> + <p> + Tom Davenport is now in the city, but his course is far from creditable. + His father has more than once been compelled to pay his debts, and has + angrily refused to do so again. In fact, he has lost a large part of his + once handsome fortune, and bids fair to close his life in penury. Success + has come to Ben because he deserved it, and well-merited retribution to + Tom Davenport. Harvey Dinsmore, once given over to evil courses, has + redeemed himself, and is a reputable business man in New York. Mrs. + Hamilton still lives, happy in the success of her protege. Conrad and his + mother have tried more than once to regain their positions in her + household, but in vain. None of my young readers will pity them. They are + fully rewarded for their treachery. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + Transcriber's comments: + Typographical errors have been left as in the original book. Specifically, + meaness, companoin's, housekeper + + Repeated or incorrect words have been left as in the original book. + For example + how do do, turn to looked, worth fourth thousand + + In a couble of places, the original material is illegible. 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