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FLINT'S RETURN. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. — ANDY MAKES AN INVESTMENT. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. — SQUIRE CARTER'S RELATIVES. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. — MR. WARREN AND HIS SUCCESS. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. — ANDY MAKES A COMMISSION. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. — ANDY'S VISIT HOME. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. — THE INTEREST IS PAID. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. — AN UNEXPECTED PROPOSAL. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. — THE TRAP. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. — A CRITICAL MOMENT. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII. — A SUDDEN TRAGEDY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV. — SETH JOHNSON'S GIFT. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV. — THE RETURN OF AN OLD + FRIEND. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. — SAD FOREBODINGS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII. — CONCLUSION. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHY + </h2> + <p> + Horatio Alger, Jr., the author of about seventy books, was born January + 13th, 1834, at Revere, Massachusetts, and died July 18th, 1899, at Natick, + Massachusetts. + </p> + <p> + He was the son of a clergyman; was graduated at Harvard College, now + Harvard University, Cambridge, Massachusetts, in 1852, and from its + Divinity School in 1860, and was pastor of the Unitarian Church at + Brewster, Massachusetts, from 1862 to 1866. + </p> + <p> + He removed to New York City in 1866, where he wrote his first book for + boys, <i>Ragged Dick</i>, which had a wonderful sale. This was followed by + <i>Fame and Fortune</i>, and many others, of which the best-known titles + are: <i>Andy Grant's Pluck, Adrift in New York, Ben's Nugget, Charlie + Codman's Cruise, Chester Rand, Five Hundred Dollars, Grit, Helping + Himself, The Young Adventurer, The Young Explorer, The Young Miner, The + Young Musician, The Store Boy, The Tin Box, Walter Sherwood's Probation, + and Work and Win</i>. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Alger's stories are pure in tone, inspiring in influence, and are as + popular now as when they were first published, because they were written + about real boys who did honest things successfully. Millions of his books + have been sold since they were first published. <i>The World's Work</i> of + June, 1910, said they were then selling at the rate of over one million + copies a year. This estimate is low; it is a fact that they are now + selling at the rate of over two million copies a year. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + ANDY GRANT'S PLUCK. + </h1> + <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. — THE TELEGRAM. + </h2> + <p> + "A telegram for you, Andy!" said Arthur Bacon, as he entered the room of + Andy Grant in Penhurst Academy. + </p> + <p> + "A telegram!" repeated Andy, in vague alarm, for the word suggested + something urgent—probably bad news of some kind. + </p> + <p> + He tore open the envelope and read the few words of the message: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Come home at once. Something has happened. + + "MOTHER." +</pre> + <p> + "What can it be?" thought Andy, perplexed. "At any rate, mother is well, + for she sent the telegram." + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" asked Arthur. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. You can read the telegram for yourself." + </p> + <p> + "Must you go home?" asked Arthur, in a tone of regret. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. When is there a train?" + </p> + <p> + "At three this afternoon." + </p> + <p> + "I will take it. I must go and see Dr. Crabb." + </p> + <p> + "But won't you come back again?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. I am all in the dark. I think something must have happened + to my father." + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crabb was at his desk in his library—it was Saturday afternoon, + and school was not in session—when Andy knocked at the door. + </p> + <p> + "Come in!" said the doctor, in a deep voice. + </p> + <p> + Andy opened the door and entered. Dr. Crabb smiled, for Andy was his + favorite pupil. + </p> + <p> + "Come in, Grant!" he said. "What can I do for you?" + </p> + <p> + "Give me permission to go home. I have just had a telegram. I will show it + to you." + </p> + <p> + The doctor was a man of fifty-five, with a high forehead and an + intellectual face. He wore glasses, and had done so for ten years. They + gave him the appearance of a learned scholar, as he was. + </p> + <p> + "Dear me!" he said. "How unfortunate! Only two weeks to the end of the + term, and you are our <i>primus</i>!" + </p> + <p> + "I am very sorry, sir; but perhaps I may be able to come back." + </p> + <p> + "Do so, by all means, if you can. There is hardly a pupil I could not + better spare." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," said Andy gratefully. "There is a train at three + o'clock. I would like to take it." + </p> + <p> + "By all means. And let me hear from you, even if you can't come back." + </p> + <p> + "I will certainly write, doctor. Thank you for all your kindness." + </p> + <p> + Penhurst Academy was an endowed school. On account of the endowments, the + annual rate to boarding scholars was very reasonable—only three + hundred dollars, including everything. + </p> + <p> + The academy had a fine reputation, which it owed in large part to the high + character and gifts of Dr. Crabb, who had been the principal for + twenty-five years. He had connected himself with the school soon after he + left Dartmouth, and had been identified with it for the greater part of + his active life. + </p> + <p> + Andy had been a pupil for over two years, and was an excellent Latin and + Greek scholar. In a few months he would be ready for college. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crabb was anxious to have him go to Dartmouth, his own <i>alma mater</i>, + being convinced that he would do him credit and make a brilliant record + for scholarship. Indeed, it was settled that he would go, his parents + being ready to be guided by the doctor's advice. + </p> + <p> + From Penhurst to Arden, where Andy's parents lived, was fifty miles. + Starting at three o'clock, the train reached Arden station at five. + </p> + <p> + As Andy stepped on the platform he saw Roland Hunter, the son of a + neighbor. + </p> + <p> + "How are you, Andy?" said Roland, with a cheerful greeting. "How do you + happen to be coming home? Is it vacation?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I was summoned home by a telegram. Is—are they all well at + home?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, so far as I know." + </p> + <p> + Andy breathed a sigh of relief. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of that," he said. "I was afraid some one in the family might + be sick." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think so. I would have heard, living so near." + </p> + <p> + "Father is well, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Come to think of it, I heard he had a bad headache." + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, it isn't anything serious. Are you going home? If you are, + I'll walk along with you." + </p> + <p> + "We can do better than that; I've got uncle's buggy on the other side of + the depot. I'll take you, bag and baggage." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Roland. My bag is rather heavy, and as it is a mile to the + house, I shall be glad to accept your offer." + </p> + <p> + "Bundle in, then," said Roland, merrily. "I don't know but I ought to + charge you a quarter. That's the regular fare by stage." + </p> + <p> + "All right! charge it if you like," rejoined Andy, smiling. "Are your + folks all well?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, especially Lily. You and she are great friends, I believe." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes," answered Andy, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "She thinks a good deal more of you than she does of me." + </p> + <p> + "Girls don't generally appreciate their brothers, I believe. If I had a + sister, I presume she would like you better than me." + </p> + <p> + Roland dropped Andy at his father's gate. + </p> + <p> + It may be said here that Mr. Grant owned a farm of fifty acres, that + yielded him a comfortable living when supplemented by the interest on + three thousand dollars invested in government bonds. On the farm was a + house of moderate size which had always been a pleasant home to Andy and + his little brother Robert, generally called Robbie. + </p> + <p> + Andy opened the gate and walked up to the front door, valise in hand. + </p> + <p> + The house and everything about it seemed just as it did when he left at + the beginning of the school term. But Andy looked at them with different + eyes. + </p> + <p> + Then he had been in good spirits, eager to return to his school work. Now + something had happened, he did not yet know what. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Grant was in the back part of the house, and Andy was in the sitting + room before she was fully aware of his presence. Then she came in from the + kitchen, where she was preparing supper. + </p> + <p> + Her face seemed careworn, but there was a smile upon it as she greeted her + son. + </p> + <p> + "Then you got my telegram?" she said. "I didn't think you would be here so + soon." + </p> + <p> + "I started at once, mother, for I felt anxious. What has happened? Are you + all well?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, thank God, we are in fair health, but we have met with misfortune." + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Nathan Lawrence, cashier of the bank in Benton, has disappeared with + twenty thousand dollars of the bank's money." + </p> + <p> + "What has that to do with father? He hasn't much money in that bank." + </p> + <p> + "Your father is on Mr. Lawrence's bond to the amount of six thousand + dollars." + </p> + <p> + "I see," answered Andy, gravely, "How much will he lose?" + </p> + <p> + "The whole of it." + </p> + <p> + This, then, was what had happened. To a man in moderate circumstances, it + must needs be a heavy blow. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose it will make a great difference?" said Andy, inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + "You can judge. Your father's property consists of this farm and three + thousand dollars in government bonds. It will be necessary to sacrifice + the bonds and place a mortgage of three thousand dollars on the farm." + </p> + <p> + "How much is the farm worth?" + </p> + <p> + "Not over six thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Then father's property is nearly all swept away." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said his mother, sadly. "Hereafter he will receive no help from + outside interest, and will, besides, have to pay interest on a mortgage of + three thousand dollars, at six per cent." + </p> + <p> + "One hundred and eighty dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Altogether, then, it will diminish our income by rather more than three + hundred dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Andy." + </p> + <p> + "That is about what my education has been costing father," said Andy, in a + low voice. + </p> + <p> + He began to see how this misfortune was going to affect him. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid," faltered Mrs. Grant, "that you will have to leave school." + </p> + <p> + "Of course I must," said Andy, speaking with a cheerfulness which he did + not feel. "And in place of going to college I must see how I can help + father bear this burden." + </p> + <p> + "It will be very hard upon you, Andy," said his mother, in a tone of + sympathy. + </p> + <p> + "I shall be sorry, of course, mother; but there are plenty of boys who + don't go to college. I shall be no worse off than they." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you bear the disappointment so well, Andy. It is of you your + father and I have thought chiefly since the blow fell upon us." + </p> + <p> + "Who will advance father the money on mortgage, mother?" + </p> + <p> + "Squire Carter has expressed a willingness to do so. He will be here this + evening to talk it over." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry for that, mother. He is a hard man. If there is a chance to + take advantage of father, he won't hesitate to do it." + </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. — SQUIRE CARTER. + </h2> + <p> + When Mr. Grant entered the room, he seemed to Andy to have grown five + years older. His face was sad, and he had lost the brisk, cheerful manner + which was habitual to him. + </p> + <p> + "Has your mother told you?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, father." Then he added with indignation: "What a wicked man Mr. + Lawrence must be!" + </p> + <p> + "I suppose he was tempted," said Mr. Grant, slowly. "Here is a note I + received from him this morning." + </p> + <p> + Andy took the envelope from his father's hand, and, opening it, read the + following lines: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "OLD FRIEND: Perhaps by the time you receive this letter you will + have heard of the wrong I have done you and yours, and the loss I + have brought upon you. It is to me a source of the greatest sorrow, + for I fear you will never recover from it. I am just ready to go + away. I cannot stay here to receive punishment, for it would tie my + hands, and prevent my making reparation, as I hope some day to do. + Why did I go wrong? I can't explain, except that it was infatuation. + In a moment of madness I took some of the funds of the bank and + risked them in Wall Street. I lost and went in deeper, hoping to be + more fortunate and replace the stolen money. That is the way such + things usually happen. + + "I can say no more, except that it will be my earnest effort to give + you back the money you will lose by me. It may take years, but I + hope we both shall live long enough for me to do it. + + "NATHAN LAWRENCE." +</pre> + <p> + Andy read this letter in silence and gave it back to his father. + </p> + <p> + "Do you believe he is sincere?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; he has many good points, and I believe he really feels attached to + me." + </p> + <p> + "He has taken a strange way to show it." + </p> + <p> + "He was weak, and yielded to temptation. There are many like him." + </p> + <p> + "Do you believe he will ever be able to make up the loss?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. He is a man of fine business talent, and may be able in + time to do something, but his defalcation amounts to twenty thousand + dollars." + </p> + <p> + "We must try to make the best of it, father. You have been spending three + hundred dollars a year for me, besides the expense of my clothes. If that + is saved, it will make up your loss of income." + </p> + <p> + "But, my dear boy, I don't like to sacrifice your prospects." + </p> + <p> + "It won't be sacrificing them," said Andy, with forced cheerfulness. "It + will only change them. Of course, I must give up the thought of a college + education, but I may make a success in business." + </p> + <p> + "It will be very hard upon you," said Mr. Grant, sadly. + </p> + <p> + "No, father. I won't deny that I shall be sorry just at first, but it may + turn out better for me in the end." + </p> + <p> + "You are a good boy, to take it so well, Andy. I had no right to risk so + much, even for a friend like Lawrence." + </p> + <p> + "You have known Mr. Lawrence for many years, have you not, father?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; we were schoolboys together. I thought him the soul of honor. But I + ought not to have risked three-quarters of my estate, even for him." + </p> + <p> + "You can't be blamed, father. You had full confidence in him." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I had full confidence in him," sighed Mr. Grant. + </p> + <p> + "And he may yet be able to make up the loss to you." + </p> + <p> + Though Andy said this, he only said it to mitigate his father's regret, + for he had very little confidence in the missing cashier or his promises. + He was repaid by seeing his father brighten up. + </p> + <p> + "You have cheered me, Andy," he said. "I don't care so much for myself, + but I have been thinking of you and your mother." + </p> + <p> + "And we have been thinking of you, father," said Mrs. Grant. "It might be + worse." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see very well how that could be." + </p> + <p> + "We are in good health, thank God! and your reputation is unblemished. + Compare your position with that of Nathan Lawrence, forced to flee in + disgrace under a load of shame." + </p> + <p> + "You are right, wife. He is more to be pitied than I am." + </p> + <p> + "Is he a married man, father?" + </p> + <p> + "No; that is, he is a widower." + </p> + <p> + "While we are spared to each other. We must trust in God and hope for the + best." + </p> + <p> + "Mother tells me you expect to get part of the money you need from Squire + Carter," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he has promised to take a mortgage of three thousand dollars on the + old place." + </p> + <p> + "I have heard he is a hard man, father. I don't think he is influenced by + kindness." + </p> + <p> + "I can't afford to inquire into his motives. It is enough that he will + furnish the money. But for that I might have to sell the farm, and then we + should be quite helpless." + </p> + <p> + About seven o'clock Squire Carter made his appearance. Andy opened the + door for him. + </p> + <p> + He was a tall, florid-faced man, with an air of consequence based upon his + knowledge that he was the richest man in the town. + </p> + <p> + "Good-evening, Andrew," he said, for he was always formal. "So you are + home from school?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "When did you come?" + </p> + <p> + "This afternoon, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you heard of your father's misfortune?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Ha! it is very sad—very sad, indeed. I quite feel for your father. + I am trying to help him out of his trouble. He was a very foolish man to + risk so much on that rascal, Lawrence." + </p> + <p> + Andy was disposed to agree with the squire, but he did not like to hear + his father blamed. + </p> + <p> + "I think he realizes that he was unwise, Squire Carter," said Andy. "Won't + you walk in?" + </p> + <p> + "I suppose your father is at home?" said the squire, as he stepped into + the front entry. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; he was expecting you." + </p> + <p> + Andy opened the door of the sitting room, and the squire entered. Mr. + Grant rose from the rocking-chair in which he was seated and welcomed his + visitor. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to see you, squire," he said. "Take a seat by the fire." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said the squire, with dignity. "I came, as I said I would. I + do not desert an old neighbor because he has been unfortunate." + </p> + <p> + But for his patronizing tone his words would have awakened more gratitude. + As it was, his manner seemed to say: "See how kind-hearted I am." + </p> + <p> + Somehow, Andy felt more and more sorry to think his father must be + indebted to such a man. + </p> + <p> + "It is getting quite fallish," said the squire, rubbing his hands. "I + suppose I am more sensitive to cold, as my home is heated throughout with + steam." + </p> + <p> + "I hope we shall be able to make you comfortable, Squire Carter," returned + Mrs. Grant, who had entered the room in time to hear this last speech. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, Mrs. Grant. I always adapt myself to circumstances." + </p> + <p> + "That is very kind in you," Andy was tempted to say, but he forbore. It + would not do to offend the village magnate. + </p> + <p> + "I see you have sent for Andrew," observed the squire, with a wave of his + hand toward the boy. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I shall not be able to keep him at Penhurst Academy any longer." + </p> + <p> + "Very sensible decision of yours. No doubt it cost you a pretty penny to + keep him there?" + </p> + <p> + "The school charge is three hundred dollars a year." + </p> + <p> + "Bless my soul! How extravagant! You will excuse my saying so, but I think + you have been very unwise. It really seems like a wasteful use of money." + </p> + <p> + "Don't you believe in education, squire?" asked Mrs. Grant. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but why couldn't he get all the education he needs here?" + </p> + <p> + "Because there is no one here who teaches Latin and Greek." + </p> + <p> + "And what good would Latin and Greek do him? I don't know anything of + Latin and Greek, and yet I flatter myself I have succeeded pretty well. I + believe I am looked up to in the village, eh?" + </p> + <p> + "No doubt you occupy a prominent position, squire, but the boy had a fancy + for the languages and wanted to go to college." + </p> + <p> + "I shall not send my son to college, though, of course, I can afford it." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps he doesn't care to go." + </p> + <p> + "No the boy is sensible. He will be satisfied with the advantages his + father enjoyed. Supposing your boy had gone to college, what would you + have made of him?" + </p> + <p> + "He thought he would have liked to prepare himself for a teacher or + professor." + </p> + <p> + "It's a poor business, Neighbor Grant. A schoolmate of mine became a + teacher—the teacher of an academy—and I give you my word, he's + as poor as poverty." + </p> + <p> + "Money isn't everything, squire." + </p> + <p> + "It's a good deal, as in your present circumstances you must admit. But we + may as well come to business." + </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. — ANDY LEAVES THE ACADEMY. + </h2> + <p> + "You need to raise three thousand dollars, I believe, Neighbor Grant?" + began the squire. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, squire." + </p> + <p> + "Three thousand dollars is a good deal of money." + </p> + <p> + "I realize that," said Mr. Grant, sadly. + </p> + <p> + "I was about to say it is a good deal to raise on the security of the + farm." + </p> + <p> + "The farm cost me six thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "It would fetch only five thousand now. It wouldn't fetch that at a forced + sale." + </p> + <p> + "But for my losses, I wouldn't consider an offer of less than six + thousand." + </p> + <p> + "Of course, you are attached to it, and that gives it a fancy value in + your eyes." + </p> + <p> + "It is good land and productive. Then, it is well situated, and the + buildings are good." + </p> + <p> + "Well, tolerable," said the squire, cautiously. "However, that's neither + here nor there. You want three thousand dollars, and I have agreed to let + you have it. I will take a mortgage for two years, the interest being, as + usual, six per cent." + </p> + <p> + "Two years?" repeated Farmer Grant, uneasily. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I am not sure that I can spare the money longer than two years. I + give you that time to pay it off." + </p> + <p> + "But it will be impossible for me to pay it off in two years. In fact, it + will take all my income to live and pay the interest." + </p> + <p> + "Of course that isn't my lookout." + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean that you will foreclose in two years?" + </p> + <p> + "Not necessarily. I may not need the money so soon. Besides, you may find + some one else to take it off my hands." + </p> + <p> + "Can't you say five years, squire?" pleaded the farmer. + </p> + <p> + Squire Carter shook his head. + </p> + <p> + "No; you can take it or leave it. I am not at all anxious to take the + mortgage, and if my terms are not agreeable, we will consider the + negotiations at an end." + </p> + <p> + "I won't make any difficulty, squire; I accept your terms." + </p> + <p> + "That is sensible. I can't, for my part, see how five years would have + been more favorable to you than two." + </p> + <p> + "My son Andrew is sixteen. By the time he is twenty-one he might help me." + </p> + <p> + "There's not much chance of that—unless he marries a fortune," said + the squire, jocosely. "I suppose you will keep him at home to help you on + the farm?" + </p> + <p> + "We haven't talked the matter over yet. I will consult his wishes as far + as I can. He can't earn much money on the farm. What are you going to do + with your son?" + </p> + <p> + "Conrad will probably be a merchant, or a banker," said the squire, + pompously. + </p> + <p> + "With your means you can select any path in life for him." + </p> + <p> + "True; as my son he will have a great advantage. Well, as our business is + arranged, I will leave you. If you will call at Lawyer Tower's office + to-morrow at noon the papers can be drawn up, and I will give you a check + for the money." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, squire. I will meet the appointment." + </p> + <p> + "If you don't want Andrew to work on the farm I will turn over his case in + my mind and see if I can get him a position." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I should be glad to have him well started in some business + where he can raise himself." + </p> + <p> + As the term of the academy was so nearly completed, Andy went back with + his father's permission, to remain till vacation. He sought an interview + at once with Dr. Crabb, the principal, and informed him of the necessity + he was under of leaving the institution. + </p> + <p> + "I am really sorry, Andrew," said the doctor. "You are one of my best + pupils. I am not sure but the best. There is scarcely one that I would not + sooner lose. I shall be willing to take you for half price—that is, + for one hundred and fifty dollars—till you are ready for college." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Dr. Crabb," replied Andy, gratefully. "You are very kind, but + even that sum my father, in his changed circumstances, would be unable to + pay. Besides, it would be quite out of my power to go to college even if I + were prepared." + </p> + <p> + "It is a thousand pities," said the principal, with concern. "If you must + leave, you must. I am not sure but I should be willing to take you + gratuitously." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you; but I feel that I ought to go to work at once to help my + father. It is not enough that I free him from expense." + </p> + <p> + "No doubt you are right. I respect you for your determination. You need + not hesitate to apply to me at any time in the future if you see any way + in which I can be of service to you." + </p> + <p> + "I think it will help me if you will give me a letter of recommendation, + which I can show to any one from whom I seek employment." + </p> + <p> + "I will give you such a letter with great pleasure;" and the doctor, + sitting down at his desk, wrote a first-class recommendation of his + favorite pupil. + </p> + <p> + There was general regret in the academy when it was learned that Andy must + leave them. One little boy of twelve—Dudley Cameron, a special + favorite of Andy—came to him to ask if there was no way by which he + could manage to stay. + </p> + <p> + "No, Dudley! I am too poor," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "If I write to papa and ask him to send you a thousand dollars, will you + stay?" asked the little boy, earnestly. + </p> + <p> + "No, Dudley; you mustn't do anything of the kind. Even if your father + liked me as well as you do, and would give me the money, I could not take + it. I must go to work to help my father." + </p> + <p> + "You will write to me sometimes, Andy?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I will be sure to do that." + </p> + <p> + The little fellow's warm-hearted offer, and the expressions of sympathy + and regret on the part of his schoolmates, cheered Andy. It was pleasant + to think that he would be missed. + </p> + <p> + On the closing day he received the first prize for scholarship from the + hands of Dr. Crabb. + </p> + <p> + "You will take my best wishes with you, Andy," said the venerable + principal. "Let me hear from you when you have made any business + arrangement." + </p> + <p> + The farewells were said, and Andy set out on his return home. + </p> + <p> + He was leaving the old life behind him. A new one lay before him, but what + it was to be he could not foresee. + </p> + <p> + He reached Arden in due course and set out to walk home. He had barely + started when he heard his name called. + </p> + <p> + Looking around, he saw Conrad Carter, the squire's only son, on his + bicycle. + </p> + <p> + "So you've come home from the academy?" said Conrad, curiously. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Andy, briefly. + </p> + <p> + He never could bring himself to like Conrad, who made himself offensive + and unpopular by his airs of superiority. Indeed, there was no boy in + Arden so thoroughly disliked as Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "You'll have a pretty long vacation," went on Conrad, with a significant + laugh. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I suppose so." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, it's the best thing for you. I thought it foolish when your + father sent you off to the academy. If the Arden grammar school is good + enough for me it is good enough for you." + </p> + <p> + "There is nothing to prevent your going to the academy." + </p> + <p> + "I know that. My father could afford it, even if it cost a good deal more. + You wanted to go to college, didn't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "It was very foolish for a poor boy like you." + </p> + <p> + "Of course your age and experience make your opinion of value," said Andy, + with a sarcasm which he did not care to conceal. + </p> + <p> + "I advise you not to be too independent," returned Conrad, displeased. + "Are you going to work on the farm?" + </p> + <p> + "I may till I get a situation." + </p> + <p> + "I'll speak to father. He might take you for an errand boy." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think that place would suit me." + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "I want to go into some mercantile establishment and learn business." + </p> + <p> + "That's what I am going to do when I get through school. Of course there + is no hurry in my case." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose not." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you know that my father has taken a mortgage on your father's + farm?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I know that." + </p> + <p> + "If your father can't pay the mortgage when it is due, father will have to + take the farm." + </p> + <p> + Andy made no answer, but thought Conrad more disagreeable than ever. By + way of changing the conversation, he said: + </p> + <p> + "That's a new bicycle, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I got tired of the old one. This is a very expensive one. Wouldn't + you like to own a bicycle?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Of course, you never will." + </p> + <p> + "Then I must be content without one." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I must leave you. I'll come around soon and see you ride a horse to + plow." + </p> + <p> + As Conrad sped away on his wheel, Andy said to himself: + </p> + <p> + "I shouldn't like to be rich if it made me as disagreeable as Conrad." + </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. — PREPARING FOR THE PICNIC. + </h2> + <p> + The change in his father's circumstances had come so suddenly that Andy + could not immediately decide upon a plan of securing employment. + </p> + <p> + He was not idle, however. There was work to do on the farm, and he took + off his uniform, for Penhurst Academy was a military school, and donned, + instead, a rough farm suit, in which he assisted his father. + </p> + <p> + If he felt a pang of regret he did not show it, for he did not wish to add + to his father's grief over his imprudent act of friendship. + </p> + <p> + It was while he was at work hoeing corn that Conrad Carter came up one + day, and leaning against the fence, looked at Andy with an amused + expression. + </p> + <p> + "Oho, you've turned farmer in earnest!" he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, for the time being," answered Andy, composedly. + </p> + <p> + "You look fine in your overalls." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think so? Thank you for the compliment." + </p> + <p> + "You might as well keep on. You will probably succeed better as a farmer + than in business." + </p> + <p> + "I mean to succeed in anything I undertake." + </p> + <p> + "You've got a comfortable opinion of yourself." + </p> + <p> + "While you, on the contrary, are modest and unassuming." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" asked Conrad, coloring. + </p> + <p> + "I meant to compliment you, but if you don't like it I will take it back. + Suppose I say that you are neither modest nor unassuming." + </p> + <p> + "If that is the way you are going to talk to me I will go away," said + Conrad, haughtily. "It is a little imprudent, considering—" + </p> + <p> + "Considering what?" + </p> + <p> + "That my father can turn you all out at the end of two years." + </p> + <p> + "If that is the way you are going to talk to me I shall be glad to have + you go away, as you just threatened." + </p> + <p> + "Pride and poverty don't go together very well," said Conrad, provoked. + </p> + <p> + "I don't want to be either proud or poor," returned Andy, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "That fellow provokes me," thought Conrad. "However, he'll repent it some + time." + </p> + <p> + In five minutes his place was taken by Valentine Burns, an intimate friend + of Andy's. His father kept the village store, and was one of the leading + citizens of Arden. + </p> + <p> + "Hard at work, I see, Andy," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Don't you want to help me?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I'm too lazy. I have to work in the store out of school hours, you + know. Are you going to the picnic?" + </p> + <p> + "What picnic?" + </p> + <p> + "There's a Sunday-school picnic next Thursday afternoon. Both churches + unite in it. All the young people will be there. You would have heard of + it if you hadn't been absent at school." + </p> + <p> + "I will certainly go. There are so few amusements in Arden that I can't + afford to miss any. I suppose there will be the usual attractions?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, and an extra one besides. There's a gentleman from the city staying + at the hotel, who has offered a prize of ten dollars to the boy who will + row across the pond in the shortest time." + </p> + <p> + "The distance is about half a mile, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; a little more." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you will go in for the prize, Val. You have a nice boat to + practice in." + </p> + <p> + "No amount of practice would give me the prize. I don't excel as a rower." + </p> + <p> + "Who is expected to win?" + </p> + <p> + "Conrad Carter confidently counts on securing the prize. There is no boy + in Arden that can compete with him, except—" + </p> + <p> + "Well, except whom?" + </p> + <p> + "Andy Grant." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," said Andy, thoughtfully. "I can row pretty well—that + is, I used to; but I am out of practice." + </p> + <p> + "Why don't you get back your practice?" + </p> + <p> + "I have no boat." + </p> + <p> + "Then use mine," said Valentine, promptly. + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, Val. How many days are there before the picnic?" + </p> + <p> + "Five. In five days you can accomplish a great deal." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to win the ten dollars. I want to go to the city and look + for a place, and I don't want to ask father for the money." + </p> + <p> + "Ten dollars would carry you there nicely, and give you a day or two to + look around." + </p> + <p> + "True; well, Val, I will accept your kind offer. Is Conrad practicing?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; he is out every afternoon." + </p> + <p> + "I can't go till after supper." + </p> + <p> + "Then begin this evening. You know where I keep my boat. I will be at the + boathouse at half-past six, and you can meet me there." + </p> + <p> + "All right. You are a good friend, Val." + </p> + <p> + "I try to be, but it isn't all friendship." + </p> + <p> + "What else, then?" + </p> + <p> + "I want Conrad defeated. He is insufferable now, and if he wins the prize + he will be worse than ever." + </p> + <p> + Prospect Pond was a little distance out of the village. It was a beautiful + sheet of water, and a favorite resort for picnic parties. Conrad Carter, + Valentine Burns, and two or three other boys and young men had boats + there, and a man named Serwin kept boats to hire. + </p> + <p> + But the best boats belonged to Valentine and Conrad. It was rather + annoying to Conrad that any one should have a boat as good as his own, but + this was something he could not help. He consoled himself, however, by + reflecting that he was a better oarsman than Valentine. + </p> + <p> + He had been out practicing during the afternoon, accompanied by John + Larkin, a neighbor's son. John stood on the bank and timed him. + </p> + <p> + "Well, John, how do I row?" he asked, when he returned from his trial + trip. + </p> + <p> + "You did very well," said John. + </p> + <p> + "There won't be any one else that can row against me, eh?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't think of any one. Valentine has as good a boat—" + </p> + <p> + "I don't admit that," said Conrad, jealously. + </p> + <p> + "I would just as soon have his as yours," said John, independently; "but + he can't row with you." + </p> + <p> + "I should think not." + </p> + <p> + "Jimmy Morris is a pretty good rower, but he has no boat of his own, and + would have to row in one of Serwin's boats. You know what they are." + </p> + <p> + "He couldn't come up to me, no matter in what boat he rowed," said Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "Well, perhaps not; I don't know." + </p> + <p> + "Well, you ought to know, John Larkin." + </p> + <p> + "My opinion's my own, Conrad," said John, manfully. + </p> + <p> + "All the same, you are mistaken." + </p> + <p> + "If Valentine would lend his boat to Jimmy we could tell better." + </p> + <p> + "He won't do it. He will want it himself," said Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "As matters stand now, I think you will win the prize." + </p> + <p> + "I think so myself." + </p> + <p> + It may be thought surprising that nothing was said of Andy Grant and his + chances, but, in truth, his boy friends in Arden had never seen him row + during the last two years. + </p> + <p> + As a matter of fact, he had been the champion oarsman of Penhurst Academy, + but this they did not know. During his vacations at home he had done very + little rowing, his time being taken up in other ways. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder whether Andy Grant can row?" said John Larkin. + </p> + <p> + Conrad laughed. + </p> + <p> + "He can hoe corn and potatoes better than he can row, I fancy," he said. + </p> + <p> + "He's a first-rate fellow," said Larkin, warmly. + </p> + <p> + "He's poor and proud, that's what he is. I called at the farm this morning + and he insulted me." + </p> + <p> + "Are you sure it wasn't the other way?" + </p> + <p> + "Look here, John Larkin, if you don't treat me with more respect I won't + associate with you." + </p> + <p> + "Do as you like," said John, independently. "I'd just as soon associate + with Valentine or Andy." + </p> + <p> + "My father can buy out both their fathers." + </p> + <p> + "That don't make you any the better fellow. Why are you so anxious to win + this prize? Is it the money you are after?" + </p> + <p> + "No. If I want ten dollars my father will give it to me. It isn't the + money, but the glory that I think of." + </p> + <p> + "If I had your practice I'd go in for it myself. I shouldn't mind + pocketing ten dollars." + </p> + <p> + "No doubt it would be welcome to you." + </p> + <p> + "Let me try your boat for a few minutes." + </p> + <p> + "You can have it for ten minutes." + </p> + <p> + "I would like it long enough to row over the course." + </p> + <p> + "You can have it that long. I'm going over it again myself as soon as I + have got rested from the last trial." + </p> + <p> + John Larkin got into the boat and rowed very creditably, but was soon + called in by the owner of the craft. + </p> + <p> + John began to ask himself what benefit he got from associating with + Conrad, who showed his selfishness on all occasions. + </p> + <p> + "I wish he would get beaten, after all," thought John; "but I don't know + who there is to do it. Valentine is only a passable rower, and Jimmy + Morris has no boat of his own." + </p> + <p> + Conrad came back in good spirits. He had beaten his former record by + three-quarters of a minute. + </p> + <p> + "I'm sure of the prize," he said, in exultation. + </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. — THE BOAT RACE. + </h2> + <p> + As Andy rowed only in the evening, and Conrad practiced in the afternoon, + it chanced that the coming rivals never met; nor was Conrad aware that + Andy proposed to dispute the prize with him. + </p> + <p> + Even at first Valentine was surprised and pleased to observe how Andy + handled the oars. Before the evening was over he demonstrated the fact + that he was a first-class oarsman, much to the satisfaction of his friend. + </p> + <p> + "You must have had a good deal of practice at the gymnasium," said + Valentine. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; the director of the gymnasium, who is an all-around athlete, gave + the boys special instruction, by which we all profited. He was a graduate + of Harvard, and an old member of the University crew." + </p> + <p> + "That accounts for it. Your rowing has a style to it that Conrad cannot + show." + </p> + <p> + "Probably he has never had any instructions." + </p> + <p> + "Whatever he has accomplished has come by practice. He pulls a strong oar, + but there is a roughness and lack of smoothness about his work. Still, he + gets over the water pretty fast." + </p> + <p> + "And that counts. How does his speed compare with mine?" + </p> + <p> + "As you rowed to-night, I think the race would be a close one. But this is + only the first evening. Keep on practicing daily, and I will bet on you + every time." + </p> + <p> + Andy looked pleased. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear you say this," he said. "I shall not row for glory, but + for the ten dollars, which I shall find very useful. You have a fine boat, + Val. How does Conrad's compare with yours?" + </p> + <p> + "I should hardly know how to choose between them. His boat is a fine one, + but mine is quite as good." + </p> + <p> + "And I suppose there is no other on the pond as fine." + </p> + <p> + "No; Serwin's boats are old style, and have been in use for years. If you + rowed in one of those against Conrad you would be sure to be beaten." + </p> + <p> + "Then if I win I shall be indebted to you for the victory." + </p> + <p> + Valentine smiled. + </p> + <p> + "I should be glad to think I had anything to do with gaining the prize for + you, even indirectly; but it will be due in a large measure to your own + good rowing. Only, keep up your practicing." + </p> + <p> + "I will do so." + </p> + <p> + "I want you to win; and, besides, I want Conrad to lose. I hope he won't + hear anything of your entering the race." + </p> + <p> + Two days before the picnic Valentine happened to meet Conrad at his + father's store. + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to enter the boat race at the picnic?" asked the latter. + </p> + <p> + "I am not certain." + </p> + <p> + "You have the only boat that can compare with mine. Have you been + practicing any?" + </p> + <p> + "I have been rowing a little." + </p> + <p> + "I shall have to look out," said Conrad, but his manner did not indicate + apprehension. "Probably the prize will go either to you or me." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you for the compliment." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose we have a little trial by ourselves? It may do us both good." + </p> + <p> + "I don't mind. When shall it be?" + </p> + <p> + "Say to-morrow afternoon." + </p> + <p> + "Very well. I will be at the pond at four o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "All right." + </p> + <p> + The two boys met according to agreement, and the race took place. + </p> + <p> + Conrad beat easily by eight lengths, although Valentine exerted himself to + the best of his ability. + </p> + <p> + "That settles it," said Conrad, triumphantly. "You can't row against me." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid you are right," returned Valentine, with an air of chagrin. + </p> + <p> + "You will need more practice, though you row fairly well. I think you pull + the best oar next to me," said Conrad, in a patronizing tone. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I see that I must practice more." + </p> + <p> + "There will be no need for me to practice," said Conrad to himself. "I've + got a dead sure thing." + </p> + <p> + It might have been supposed that Conrad would be indifferent to the money + value of the prize offered, but he had extravagant tastes, and found his + allowance from his father, though a liberal one, insufficient for his + needs. He began to consider in what way he would spend the money, which he + considered as good as won. + </p> + <p> + At length the day for the picnic dawned. The day previous had been + unpleasant, and there had been considerable anxiety lest the weather + should prove unpleasant. But greatly to the general satisfaction it was + bright with sunshine, and the temperature was delightful. + </p> + <p> + The young people of both societies turned out <i>en masse</i> and looked + forward to a good time. + </p> + <p> + The race had been fixed for half-past three o'clock. At that hour the + superintendent of the Sunday school came forward and said: + </p> + <p> + "Owing to the liberality of Mr. Gale, of New York, a boarder at the hotel, + a prize of ten dollars has been offered to the best oarsman who may + compete for it. Boats will start from the pier, and the course will be to + the opposite bank of the pond and back. I am sure that this will prove a + very attractive feature of our picnic. Boys who intend to compete will now + present themselves." + </p> + <p> + The first to come forward was Conrad Carter. He was dressed in a handsome + boating costume, and his manner indicated great confidence. He looked + around for Valentine, but the latter made no motion toward the shore, + though his boat was in the pond drawn up with the rest. + </p> + <p> + "Aren't you going to row, Valentine?" asked Conrad, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "No; I have lent my boat to Andy Grant." + </p> + <p> + At the same time Andy, in his ordinary attire, came forward, and stepped + into Valentine's boat. + </p> + <p> + Conrad arched his brows in surprise. He had been disappointed to find that + Valentine would not row, but he was quite as well pleased at the prospect + of beating Andy. + </p> + <p> + He was rather surprised, however, as he had never heard that Andy could + row. + </p> + <p> + "He must be a fool to think of rowing against me," he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + Next came Jimmy Morris, who took his place in one of Serwin's boats. + </p> + <p> + Two other boys also appeared in hired boats, one of them being Dennis + Carlyle, a friend of John Larkin. + </p> + <p> + When the boats were in line, a superintendent gave the signal. + </p> + <p> + Conrad got the first start. The others kept together, a length or two + behind Conrad. Andy did not appear to be exerting himself, but his strokes + showed a smoothness that was lacking in any of the rest. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gale, the donor of the prize, who was himself a good rower, took + notice of him. + </p> + <p> + "Who is that boy?" he asked, pointing to Andy. "I don't think I have seen + him before." + </p> + <p> + "It is Andy Grant, the son of Farmer Grant." + </p> + <p> + "Why haven't I seen him before?" + </p> + <p> + "He has been absent at school—at Penhurst Academy." + </p> + <p> + "He knows how to row. See how he handles his oars." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't know he was a rower." + </p> + <p> + "He is, and a good one. I shouldn't be surprised if he wins the race." + </p> + <p> + "What, against Conrad Carter?" asked the superintendent, incredulously. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. It is easy to see that he has been trained, while Conrad, though he + pulls a strong oar, rows like a country amateur." + </p> + <p> + Conrad was so intent upon his own work that he had not had an opportunity + of watching his competitors. When he had nearly reached the point selected + on the other bank, he turned about and saw Andy close behind him. + </p> + <p> + Andy was not apparently exerting himself, but pulled a strong, steady + stroke, and seemed quite free from excitement. For the first time Conrad + saw that he was a competitor not to be despised. + </p> + <p> + After the turn Conrad and Andy led the procession. Next came Jimmy Morris, + and last of all Dennis Carlyle. + </p> + <p> + The latter managed to catch a crab, and in his attempt to right himself + tumbled into the water. + </p> + <p> + "Don't mind me!" he called out humorously. "I am only taking a bath." + </p> + <p> + So the other contestants kept on, in the same order. + </p> + <p> + But this was not to continue. Suddenly Andy made a spurt and forged ahead + of Conrad. The young aristocrat could hardly believe his eyes when he saw + Valentine's boat, impelled by a competitor whom he had despised, take the + leading place. + </p> + <p> + He flushed with vexation and made a desperate effort to regain his lost + position. But he was excited, and did not use his strength to the best + advantage. + </p> + <p> + To his great annoyance he saw that Andy was continuing to gain upon him, + and that without any great effort. His smooth, steady stroke was most + effective. Even the unpracticed eye could see his superiority to any of + his competitors. + </p> + <p> + When the goal was reached he was five lengths ahead of Conrad, and twelve + lengths ahead of Jimmy Morris. + </p> + <p> + It was a genuine surprise to the spectators, and a great shout went up. + </p> + <p> + "Three cheers for Andy Grant!" + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled, and he raised his hat in acknowledgment of the compliment. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gale pressed forward and greeted the young victor. + </p> + <p> + "You have done yourself credit," he said. "You know how to row. Where did + you learn?" + </p> + <p> + "At Penhurst Academy; I was trained by a Harvard oarsman." + </p> + <p> + "He understood his business, and so do you. I have great pleasure in + presenting you with the prize." + </p> + <p> + With a sullen look Conrad listened to those words. Without a word he + sprang on shore, and, as soon as he could, turned his back upon the + picnic. + </p> + <p> + "Conrad is terribly disappointed!" said Valentine. "You have made yourself + famous, Andy." + </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. — A LIBERAL OFFER. + </h2> + <p> + Thoroughly mortified and crestfallen, Conrad went home. He hoped to go up + to his room without observation, but his father noticed his entrance. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Conrad," he said, with a smile, "did you carry off the honors at + the picnic?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I didn't," answered Conrad, bitterly. + </p> + <p> + "Did Valentine Burns defeat you?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Who did win the prize?" + </p> + <p> + "Andy Grant." + </p> + <p> + Squire Carter was amazed. + </p> + <p> + "Can he row?" he ejaculated. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, a little." + </p> + <p> + "But he beat you?" + </p> + <p> + "I tell you how it was, father," said Conrad, who had decided upon his + story. "I was well ahead till we got halfway back, when I got a terrible + pain in my arm. I must have strained it, I think. Of course I couldn't do + anything after that, and Andy, who was next to me, went in and won." + </p> + <p> + Squire Carter never thought of doubting Conrad's story. His pride extended + to his family and all connected with him, and he felt satisfied that + Conrad was the best rower in the village. + </p> + <p> + "Where did the Grant boy learn to row?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I heard him tell Mr. Gale that he learned at the academy." + </p> + <p> + "You don't think he is equal to you?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course he isn't. I am miles ahead of him." + </p> + <p> + "It was very unfortunate that your arm gave out. You had better speak to + your mother, and she will put some arnica on it." + </p> + <p> + "I will," said Conrad cunningly. "I would rather have had any boy beat me + than that upstart, Andy Grant. He will put on no end of airs. Besides, I + shall miss the money." + </p> + <p> + "That, at any rate, I can make up to you. Here are two five-dollar bills." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, father," said Conrad, as, with much satisfaction, he pocketed + the bills. "It was lucky I thought about the strain," he said to himself. + "All the same, it is awfully humiliating to be beaten by that beggar." + </p> + <p> + "How do you think Conrad accounts for his defeat, Andy?" said Valentine + the next day. + </p> + <p> + "I can't tell." + </p> + <p> + "He says he strained the muscles of his arm." + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled. + </p> + <p> + "If it will make him feel any better, I have no objection to that + explanation." + </p> + <p> + "His father has given him ten dollars, so he will not lose any money. But + he won't get any of the boys to believe his story." + </p> + <p> + "The money is very acceptable to me," said Andy. "If I had lost, my father + couldn't have made it up to me." + </p> + <p> + At five o'clock, on his way to the post office, Andy met Mr. Gale. + </p> + <p> + Walter Gale was a young man about twenty-five. He had a pleasant face, and + his manner was genial. He had a strong sympathy with boys, and he was a + favorite with them. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Andrew," he said; "have you recovered from your exertions in the + boat race?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes; I am used to rowing, and felt very little fatigue." + </p> + <p> + "I hear that Conrad is very much mortified by his defeat." + </p> + <p> + "I believe he is. He felt sure of winning." + </p> + <p> + "And he would have done so if you had remained out of the list." + </p> + <p> + "He told Valentine Burns that he strained the muscles of his arm, and that + this defeated him." + </p> + <p> + "I should think better of him if he would acknowledge that he was fairly + beaten. Are you at leisure this evening?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Then call upon me at the hotel. I shall be glad to know you better." + </p> + <p> + This invitation Andy was very glad to accept. He was drawn to the young + man, and felt that he was likely to prove a sincere friend. + </p> + <p> + At seven o'clock he left the farmhouse, and on arriving at the hotel found + Mr. Gale sitting on the piazza. + </p> + <p> + "I was looking for you," said the young man. "Come up to my room." + </p> + <p> + He led the way to a front corner apartment on the second floor. It was the + best room in the hotel, and he had furnished it in the most comfortable + and attractive manner. Pictures hung on the walls, and there was a + bookcase containing a goodly array of volumes. + </p> + <p> + "What a pleasant room!" exclaimed Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I have tried to make myself comfortable. What I lack most is + society." + </p> + <p> + "I wonder that you are content to live in the country. Are you not + accustomed to the city?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but I had a severe sickness in the spring, and the doctors + recommended me to absent myself for a time from the excitement of the town + and take up my residence in the country." + </p> + <p> + "Didn't that interfere with your business?" + </p> + <p> + Walter Gale smiled. + </p> + <p> + "Fortunately, or unfortunately," he answered, "I have no business. Until + two years since I was employed in an insurance office in the city. The + death of an uncle has made me pecuniarily independent, so that I had + leisure to be sick." + </p> + <p> + "You look in good health now." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but I have a nervous temperament, and am obliged to be careful. Now + tell me about yourself. You have been for some time at Penhurst Academy?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; for two years." + </p> + <p> + "Do you go back there?" + </p> + <p> + "No; my father has met with serious losses, and can no longer afford to + send me. I must stay at home and help him." + </p> + <p> + "And this is a disappointment to you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I was expecting to go to college in a few months." + </p> + <p> + "I believe your father is a farmer?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Do you expect to assist him on the farm?" + </p> + <p> + "Till I can get something to do. I shall try to get some business + situation. Business pays better than farming." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are a good Latin and Greek scholar?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; that is, I like the languages, and stood high in my classes." + </p> + <p> + "My own education is limited. Though I am rich now, I was a poor boy. At + sixteen I had made some progress in Latin and commenced Greek, when my + father's failure obliged me to seek employment. The uncle who has now made + me rich would do nothing for me; so I left school half educated." + </p> + <p> + "You would be able to make up deficiencies now," suggested Andy. + </p> + <p> + "That is what I have been thinking of, if I can get a satisfactory + teacher." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think you can find a classical teacher in Arden." + </p> + <p> + "I know of one, if he would be willing to undertake the task." + </p> + <p> + "Who is it?" asked Andy, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + "Andrew Grant," answered this young man, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean me?" asked Andy, with a wondering face. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly. You are fresh from school, and I am sure you would be + competent to teach me." + </p> + <p> + "But I am only a boy." + </p> + <p> + "Age has nothing to do with a teacher's qualifications, except as to + discipline. You wouldn't find me a very advanced pupil. I had read one + book in <i>Caesar</i> when I was compelled to leave school, and had begun + to translate Greek a little. Now the question is, are you willing to teach + me?" + </p> + <p> + "If you think I am competent, Mr. Gale." + </p> + <p> + "I don't doubt that. We will begin, if you like, next Monday. Perhaps, in + order to avoid village gossip, it will be well to pass yourself off as my + private secretary. Indeed, I will employ you a little in that way also." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be very glad to serve you in any way." + </p> + <p> + "Then come to-morrow morning at nine and remain with me till twelve. Now + about the compensation." + </p> + <p> + "Fix that to suit yourself, Mr. Gale. I am almost ashamed to ask + anything." + </p> + <p> + "The laborer is worthy of his hire, Andy. Suppose I pay you six dollars a + week to begin with?" + </p> + <p> + "The money will be very acceptable, but I am afraid you will be overpaying + me." + </p> + <p> + "I will take my risk of that. On the whole, I will call it nine dollars a + week, and we will spend the afternoon together also. I will send to the + city for a boat, and you shall give me lessons in rowing." + </p> + <p> + Andy's eyes sparkled. Nothing would please him better, and the prospect of + earning nine dollars a week made him feel like a millionaire. + </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. — AN ENCOUNTER WITH A TRAMP. + </h2> + <p> + It is hardly necessary to say that Andy's parents were equally surprised + and pleased at his new engagement. + </p> + <p> + "You will like that better than working on the farm, I expect, Andy?" said + Sterling Grant. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, father. I am willing to work, but I don't feel much interest in + farming." + </p> + <p> + "It is hard work and poor pay, Andy, but I like it. I was brought up to it + when a boy, and there is nothing else I can do." + </p> + <p> + "Andy is already beginning to get some advantage from his education," said + Mrs. Grant. + </p> + <p> + Andy reported for duty, and during the first morning made up his mind that + he should enjoy his new employment. Mr. Gale really desired to acquire a + knowledge of Latin and Greek, and worked faithfully. + </p> + <p> + To Andy it was like a review of his own studies, and he experienced a + satisfaction in the rapid progress of his pupil. + </p> + <p> + He felt quite at home with Mr. Gale, though their acquaintance had been so + brief. When twelve o'clock came he was really sorry. + </p> + <p> + "What time shall I come over this afternoon, Mr. Gale?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "At two o'clock. Can you borrow your friend Valentine's boat? I have sent + for one, but it may be several days before it arrives." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes; I am sure Val will let me have it. He is a very good-natured + boy." + </p> + <p> + "I will be glad to pay for its use." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think he'd accept anything." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will make him a present." + </p> + <p> + Before he returned to the hotel, Andy saw Valentine and obtained the loan + of his boat. + </p> + <p> + At three o'clock Mr. Gale and Andy started from the boathouse, and again + Andy became a teacher. + </p> + <p> + The young man was a good rower, but Andy was able to give him some points. + Sometimes they sat idle and let the boat float at will. + </p> + <p> + About four o'clock Conrad came down for his usual afternoon row. He was + surprised and not altogether pleased at meeting Andy and his companion. + </p> + <p> + "Why are you not hoeing potatoes?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I've got a vacation," answered Andy, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "Are you out for a row?" inquired Mr. Gale, pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Conrad, sullenly. + </p> + <p> + Though Walter Gale had nothing to do with his defeat, he could not quite + forgive him for awarding the prize to Andy. He felt mortified whenever he + thought of it, and wished Mr. Gale to understand that he was not inferior + to Andy. + </p> + <p> + "I was unlucky the other day," he said. "I strained my muscles or I would + not have been beaten." + </p> + <p> + "That was lucky for me, then," said Andy, good-naturedly. + </p> + <p> + "I didn't care so much for the money, but if I had been in my usual form I + should have gained the prize." + </p> + <p> + "Then you wouldn't object to a second race?" said Walter Gale, quietly. + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" + </p> + <p> + "If you would like to try it again over the same course, I will put up + five dollars." + </p> + <p> + Conrad hesitated. + </p> + <p> + He would not object to winning five dollars. Indeed, he wished very much + to have that sum, but he was not quite so sure that he could beat Andy as + he claimed to be. + </p> + <p> + Should Andy win again, he would be obliged to concede his superiority. + </p> + <p> + "No," he said, after a pause; "I don't think I care to race again." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will make you another offer, but not so good a one. I row a little + myself—indeed, Andy is training me, so that I hope soon to row + better. If you will row against me, I will pay you two dollars. That will + be the prize." + </p> + <p> + "But suppose you win?" + </p> + <p> + "Then I keep the two dollars myself. It will cost you nothing." + </p> + <p> + "I'll row," said Conrad, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Very well. We will appoint Andy umpire, or referee, whatever you call + it." + </p> + <p> + Conrad was not altogether pleased with this selection, but he waived his + objections and the race was rowed, Andy giving the signal. + </p> + <p> + Conrad won by a dozen lengths, Mr. Gale making a very good second. + </p> + <p> + "You have won, Conrad," said the young man, good-naturedly. "Here is the + prize." + </p> + <p> + Conrad pocketed the bill with a good deal of satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + "I will row you any day," he said. + </p> + <p> + Walter Gale shook his head. + </p> + <p> + "I must wait till I have improved," he said, "or you will beat me every + time." + </p> + <p> + Conrad would much prefer to have beaten Andy, but the two dollars gave him + not a little satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Gale must be rich," he reflected. "I wish I could get in with him." + </p> + <p> + "As Andy has to work on the farm," he said, "I shall be glad to go out + with you any afternoon." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you; but I have made an arrangement with Andy that will save him + from the necessity of farm work." + </p> + <p> + Conrad opened his eyes in surprise. + </p> + <p> + Later in the evening, when he met Andy at the village store, he asked: + </p> + <p> + "How much does Mr. Gale pay you for going with him?" + </p> + <p> + "The arrangement is private, Conrad, or I would tell you." + </p> + <p> + "How much are you with him?" + </p> + <p> + "I go to the hotel at nine o'clock in the morning." + </p> + <p> + "What do you do then?" + </p> + <p> + "He calls me his private secretary." + </p> + <p> + "Do you get as much as three dollars a week?" + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry, I can't tell you." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, if it is such a profound secret. You seem to have got in with + him." + </p> + <p> + "He treats me very kindly." + </p> + <p> + "Is he rich?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know, but I presume he is." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see what keeps him in such a dull hole as Arden, when he could + live in the city and be in the midst of things." + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, it is lucky for me that he chooses to stay here." + </p> + <p> + "What on earth does he want of a private secretary?" demanded Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you had better ask him." + </p> + <p> + "Probably he only hires you out of pity." + </p> + <p> + "I won't trouble myself about his motives, as long as he appears to like + having me with him." + </p> + <p> + Several days passed. The mornings were spent in study, the afternoons on + the pond. + </p> + <p> + There had been no change in the program, so that Andy was surprised when, + one morning, Mr. Gale said: + </p> + <p> + "We will omit our lessons this morning; I am going to send you to Benton + on an errand." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I have an account with the bank, and will send a check by you to be + cashed." + </p> + <p> + "All right, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I will engage a top buggy for you at the hotel stable. I suppose you are + used to driving?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "And I suppose you know the way to Benton?" + </p> + <p> + "I have been there a good many times." + </p> + <p> + "Then there will be no trouble." + </p> + <p> + "When do you want me to start?" + </p> + <p> + "At eleven o'clock. That would get you home late to dinner. You may, + therefore, stop and dine at the hotel in Benton." + </p> + <p> + This would make it a day's excursion. Andy liked driving, and the visit to + Benton would be a pleasure to him. + </p> + <p> + "I will run home and tell mother I shall not be back to dinner," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Very well. Be back here at eleven o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "All right, sir." + </p> + <p> + When Andy reached the hotel on his return he found the buggy ready. + Harnessed to it was the best horse in the hotel stable. + </p> + <p> + "A pleasant journey to you!" said Walter Gale, smiling at Andy from the + piazza. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir." + </p> + <p> + Andy drove off at good speed. It was a bright, clear morning. The air was + invigorating, and his spirits rose. + </p> + <p> + He reflected upon his good luck in having found such a friend as Walter + Gale. He had been unfortunate, to be sure, in being compelled to leave + school, but the hardship was very much mitigated by Mr. Gale's friendship. + </p> + <p> + He had gone two-thirds of the way when he overtook a man whose bloated + look and shabby clothing proclaimed him to belong to the large class of + tramps whose business seems to be to roam through the country in quest of + plunder. + </p> + <p> + The man looked up as Andy reached him. + </p> + <p> + "I say, boy," he called out, "give me a lift, won't you?" + </p> + <p> + Andy was kind-hearted, but he was repelled by the unsavory look of the man + who asked him this favor. He felt that it would be very unpleasant to have + such a man sitting beside him in the buggy. + </p> + <p> + "I think you must excuse me," he said. + </p> + <p> + "What for?" asked the man, with a scowl. "Are you too proud to take in a + poor man?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't object to you being poor," answered Andy; "but you look as if you + had been drinking." + </p> + <p> + The man replied by an oath, and, bending over, he picked up a good-sized + stone and flung it at the young driver. Fortunately his condition made his + aim unsteady, and the stone flew wide of the mark. + </p> + <p> + Andy whipped up the horse, and was soon out of danger. + </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. — A MOMENT OF DANGER. + </h2> + <p> + Andy did not examine the check till he reached the bank in Benton. Then, + glancing at it before he presented it to the paying-teller, he found that + it was for one hundred and twenty-five dollars. + </p> + <p> + "How will you have it?" asked the teller. + </p> + <p> + "Twenty-five dollars in small bills; the rest in fives and tens," answered + Andy, as instructed by Mr. Gale. + </p> + <p> + The bills were counted out and placed in his hands. To Andy they seemed a + large sum of money, and, indeed, the roll was big enough to convey that + impression. + </p> + <p> + As he left the bank he saw the familiar but not welcome face of the tramp + who had stopped him glued against the pane. He had attended to some + errands before going to the bank, which allowed the fellow time to reach + it in season to watch him. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder if he saw me putting away the bills?" thought Andy. + </p> + <p> + However, in a town like Benton, there was little chance of robbery. + </p> + <p> + The tramp looked at him with evil significance as he left the bank. + </p> + <p> + "Give me a dollar," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I can't," answered Andy. + </p> + <p> + "I saw you with a big roll of bills." + </p> + <p> + "They are not mine." + </p> + <p> + "Give me enough to buy a dinner, then," growled the tramp. + </p> + <p> + "Why should I give you anything? You threw a stone at me on the road." + </p> + <p> + The tramp turned away muttering, and the glance with which he eyed Andy + was far from friendly. + </p> + <p> + As directed, Andy went over to the hotel and got dinner. He took the + opportunity to dispose of the bills, putting all the large ones in his + inside vest pocket. The small bills he distributed among his other + pockets. + </p> + <p> + Andy started for home at two o'clock. He felt some responsibility, + remembering that he had a considerable sum of money with him. + </p> + <p> + This made him anxious, and he felt that he should be glad to get home safe + and deliver his funds to Mr. Gale. Probably he would not have thought of + danger if he had not met the tramp on his way over. + </p> + <p> + The road for the most part was clear and open, but there was one portion, + perhaps a third of a mile in length, bordered by trees and underbrush. It + was so short, however, that it would be soon passed over. + </p> + <p> + But about the middle of it a man sprang from the side of the road and + seized the horse by the bridle. It did not require a second look to + satisfy Andy that it was the tramp. + </p> + <p> + The crisis had come! Andy's heart was in his mouth. He was a brave boy, + but it might well make even an older person nervous to be stopped by an + ill-looking tramp, who was without doubt a criminal. + </p> + <p> + "Let go that bridle!" called Andy in a tone which, in spite of his + nervousness, was clear and resolute. + </p> + <p> + "So I will when I have got what I want," answered the tramp. + </p> + <p> + "What do you want?" + </p> + <p> + "Look at me and you can tell what I want." + </p> + <p> + "I presume you want money, but I have none to give you." + </p> + <p> + "You are lying. You have plenty of money about your clothes." + </p> + <p> + "I said I had no money to give you." + </p> + <p> + "Didn't I see you get a roll of bills at the bank?" + </p> + <p> + "Very likely you did, but what about that?" + </p> + <p> + "I want some of them. I won't take all, but I am a poor man, and I need + them more than the man you are taking them to." + </p> + <p> + "Whom do you think I am taking them to?" + </p> + <p> + "Squire Carter. He is the only man in Arden that keeps no much money in + the bank." + </p> + <p> + "You are mistaken; the money is not his." + </p> + <p> + "Whose, then?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't feel called upon to tell you." + </p> + <p> + "Well, that's neither here nor there. I want some of it. I'll be content + with half, whoever owns it." + </p> + <p> + "You won't get any. Let go the horse, or I'll run you down." + </p> + <p> + "You're a smart kid, but you are no match for me. I don't scare worth a + cent." + </p> + <p> + "Listen to me," said Andy; "if you should succeed in robbing me, you would + be caught and sent to jail. How will that suit you?" + </p> + <p> + "It wouldn't be the first time I've been in jail. I'd just as soon be + there as to tramp around without a cent of money." + </p> + <p> + Andy was not surprised to hear that he had to deal with an ex-convict. He + understood that this man was a desperate character. He saw that he was a + strong, powerful man, in the full vigor of life. + </p> + <p> + Any contest between them would be most unequal. He was but sixteen and the + tramp was near forty. What could he do? + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you what I'll do," he said, willing to try an experiment. "I've + got two dollars of my own. I'll give you that if you'll let go my horse's + bridle and give me no more trouble." + </p> + <p> + The tramp laughed mockingly. + </p> + <p> + "Do you take me for a fool?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Why?" + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I will be satisfied with two dollars, when you have a + hundred in your pocket? Two dollars wouldn't last me a day." + </p> + <p> + "I have nothing to do with that. It is all I mean to give you." + </p> + <p> + "Then I shall have to help myself." + </p> + <p> + His cool impudence made Andy angry, and he brought down the whip forcibly + on the horse's back. + </p> + <p> + Naturally the animal started, and nearly tore himself from the grasp of + the tramp. + </p> + <p> + "So that is your game," said the fellow between his closed teeth. "If you + try that again I'll pull you out of the buggy and give you such a beating + as you never had before." + </p> + <p> + Andy remained cool and self-possessed. To carry out his threat the tramp + would have to let go of the bridle, and in that case Andy determined to + put his horse to his paces. + </p> + <p> + The tramp relaxed his hold and the horse stood stock-still, finding his + attempt to get away futile. + </p> + <p> + "Well," said the tramp, "you didn't make much by that move, did you?" + </p> + <p> + "Did you make any more?" + </p> + <p> + "By Jove! you're a cool kid. But, after all, you're only a kid. Now, do as + I tell you." + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "Put your hand in your pocket and take out fifty dollars. You've got as + much, haven't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "That's right. Speak the truth. You may have more, but fifty'll do me." + </p> + <p> + "Do you expect me to give you fifty dollars?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I do." + </p> + <p> + "I don't mean to do it." + </p> + <p> + Andy had satisfied himself that the tramp had no weapon, and this + encouraged him. He could not hold the horse and attack him at one and the + same time, but with a revolver he would have been at his mercy. + </p> + <p> + Besides, Andy's ears were keen, and he thought he heard the sound of + wheels behind him. The tramp's attention was too much occupied, and + perhaps his hearing was too dull to catch the sounds, as yet faint. + </p> + <p> + Thus it was that the other team was almost upon them before the tramp was + aware of it. The newcomer was Saul Wheelock, a blacksmith, a strong, + powerful man, fully six feet in height, and with muscles of steel. + </p> + <p> + He had seen the buggy standing still on the highway, and he could not + understand the cause until he got near enough to see the tramp at the + horse's head. + </p> + <p> + He sprang from the wagon he was driving, and before the vagabond was fully + sensible of his danger he had him by the coat collar. + </p> + <p> + "What are you about?" he demanded, giving him a rough shake. + </p> + <p> + The tramp, turning, found he was in the hands of a man whom he was + compelled to respect. He cared nothing for rank or learning, but physical + force held him in awe. + </p> + <p> + He stood mute, unprepared, with an excuse. + </p> + <p> + "Why, it's you, Andy!" said the blacksmith. "Why did this rascal stop + you?" + </p> + <p> + "He wants me to give him money. I've just been to the bank in Benton to + draw out some for Mr. Gale at the hotel." + </p> + <p> + "Why, you scoundrel!" exclaimed the indignant blacksmith, shaking the + tramp till his teeth chattered. "So you're a thief, are you?" + </p> + <p> + "Let me go!" whined the tramp. "I haven't taken anything. I'm a poor, + unfortunate man. If I could get any work to do I wouldn't have been driven + to this." + </p> + <p> + "No doubt you're a church member," said the blacksmith, in a sarcastic + tone. + </p> + <p> + "Let me go! I'll promise to lead a good life. This young man says he'll + give me two dollars. I'll take it and go." + </p> + <p> + "Don't give him a cent, Andy. You can go, but I'll give you something to + remember me by." + </p> + <p> + He gave the tramp a vigorous kick that nearly prostrated him, and then, + getting into his wagon, said: + </p> + <p> + "I'll keep along with you, Andy. I don't think you'll have any more + trouble." + </p> + <p> + The tramp slunk into the woods, baffled and disappointed. If looks could + have annihilated the sturdy blacksmith, his span of life would have been + brief. + </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. — CONRAD'S SCHEME. + </h2> + <p> + When Andy told Mr. Gale the story of his adventures on the trip to Benton, + he received cordial congratulations on his courage. + </p> + <p> + "You have shown a great deal of pluck, Andy," he said. "The next time you + have occasion to go over to the bank for me I will accompany you. Now, if + you are not too tired, I want you to go down to the pond. I have something + to show you." + </p> + <p> + They walked side by side till they reached the pond. + </p> + <p> + Andy's curiosity was not specially excited. He talked with Mr. Gale on + different topics, and had hardly time to consider what it was he was to + see. But when he reached the boathouse he saw floating at the small pier + an elegant rowboat, built of cedar, and much handsomer than either + Conrad's or Valentine's. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, what a beauty!" he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Mr. Gale, quietly; "you will have quite the best boat on the + pond." + </p> + <p> + "I?" exclaimed Andy, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, for the boat is yours." + </p> + <p> + "But I don't understand," stammered Andy. + </p> + <p> + "It is plain enough," said Walter Gale, with a pleasant smile. "The boat + is yours. I give it to you." + </p> + <p> + "How can I thank you?" exclaimed Andy, grasping his friend's hand. "I + can't believe that this beautiful boat is mine." + </p> + <p> + "You will realize it after a while. Let me tell you how I got it. It was + built for a rich young man in New York, one of the Four Hundred, I + believe, but as he received an unexpected invitation to go abroad for two + years, he authorized the builder to sell it for him at a considerable + reduction from the price he paid. So it happens that I was able to secure + it for you. Now let us go out for a row. It will be the trial trip." + </p> + <p> + Fifteen minutes later Conrad got into his boat and started out. It was not + long before his eyes were attracted to the new boat. + </p> + <p> + He could see at once, for he was a judge, that it was far more elegant and + costly than his own, and he was seized by a pang of envy. His own boat + seemed to him quite inferior, though but a short time before he had + regarded it with pride. + </p> + <p> + He was curious to see the craft and pulled up to it. + </p> + <p> + "That is a fine boat you have there, Mr. Gale," he said. + </p> + <p> + "So I think," returned the young man. "I feel quite satisfied with it" + </p> + <p> + "When did it come down?" + </p> + <p> + "I only received it this morning." + </p> + <p> + "How much did it cost?" asked Conrad, who was not troubled by bashfulness. + </p> + <p> + "A small fortune," answered Walter Gale, with a smile. "I am afraid I must + decline to give the exact figures." + </p> + <p> + "I asked because I may ask my father to buy me one like it." + </p> + <p> + Conrad was perfectly well aware that such a request would be promptly + denied. Squire Carter was not disposed to be extravagant, and he had even + hesitated for some time before incurring the outlay required for Conrad's + present boat. + </p> + <p> + The new boat was so elegant, so graceful, and so thoroughly finished in + every part, that Conrad could not help coveting it. He was not very much + to be blamed, for it was one that would captivate the fancy of any boy who + was fond of the water. + </p> + <p> + "I should like to try the boat some time, Mr. Gale," he said. + </p> + <p> + "If the owner is willing, I am," returned the young man. + </p> + <p> + "The owner? Why, doesn't it belong to you?" asked Conrad, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "No; it belongs to Andy." + </p> + <p> + "That boat belong to Andy Grant?" exclaimed Conrad, with an incredulous + frown. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I have given it to him. You will have to ask his permission." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to have you try it," said Andy, pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, but I don't think I care for it," replied Conrad, coldly. + </p> + <p> + He felt a pang of mortification to think that the farmer's son should have + a boat so much superior to his own. + </p> + <p> + "If you change your mind, let me know," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Conrad is jealous," remarked Walter Gale. "He doesn't like to have you + own a boat that is superior to his." + </p> + <p> + "I think you are right, Mr. Gale. If the case were reversed I would not + mind." + </p> + <p> + "Because you are not disposed to be envious or jealous." + </p> + <p> + When Conrad returned home there was a cloud upon his brow. It was easy for + any one to see that he was in bad humor. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter, Conrad?" asked his father. "You look as if you had + lost your best friend." + </p> + <p> + "I hate Andy Grant," exploded Conrad, his eyes flashing with anger. + </p> + <p> + "Why, what has Andy done now? You haven't had a fight, have you?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I wouldn't demean myself by fighting with him." + </p> + <p> + "What is it, then?" + </p> + <p> + "He is always doing something to annoy me." + </p> + <p> + "I am still in the dark." + </p> + <p> + "He has got a new boat, far handsomer than mine. I shouldn't wonder if it + cost twice as much." + </p> + <p> + Squire Conrad was surprised. + </p> + <p> + "Where did he get it?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + "It was a present from Mr. Gale, the young man at the hotel." + </p> + <p> + "He must like young Grant very much?" + </p> + <p> + "It is ridiculous that a poor boy should own such a boat." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see how we can help it," said the squire, philosophically. + </p> + <p> + He did not take the superiority of Andy's boat so much to heart as his + son. + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you how you can make it right, father." + </p> + <p> + "How?" + </p> + <p> + "By buying me a boat as good or better than the new one." + </p> + <p> + "Why should I buy you another boat? The one you have is only six months + old, and it cost me a pretty penny, I assure you." + </p> + <p> + "That may be, but I shall not feel any more satisfaction in it, now that + Andy has a better one." + </p> + <p> + "All this is foolish, my son." + </p> + <p> + "Then you won't buy me a new boat?" + </p> + <p> + "Most certainly I won't," said the squire, firmly. + </p> + <p> + Conrad's countenance fell, but another idea came to him. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose Andy is willing to exchange with me for something to boot?" + </p> + <p> + "You say the boat is a fine one?" + </p> + <p> + "Elegant." + </p> + <p> + "You may offer him ten dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Won't you say fifteen, father? I assure you it is worth much more than + that difference." + </p> + <p> + "You can offer him ten dollars, and see what he has to say to it." + </p> + <p> + Conrad managed to see Andy the next day, and made him the offer. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I would part with Mr. Gale's gift?" said Andy, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "He wouldn't care; and ten dollars is a good deal of money," said Conrad, + insinuatingly. + </p> + <p> + "If you offered me fifty dollars I would say the same. I am not + particularly in want of money." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you say that because you are earning three dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Who told you how much Mr. Gale paid me?" asked Andy, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "Then he does get three dollars a week," reflected Conrad. + </p> + <p> + He redoubled his entreaties, but Andy refused firmly. + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later Conrad met on the street a shabby figure with whom we + are already acquainted. It was the tramp who figured in an encounter with + Andy when on his way to Benton. + </p> + <p> + "Young gentleman," said the tramp, with a whine, "you look rich and + generous. Can't you spare a poor man a trifle?" + </p> + <p> + "You look as if you drank," replied Conrad, with brutal frankness. "Your + nose is red." + </p> + <p> + "That's owing to a skin disease. I have belonged to the Temperance Society + for five years." + </p> + <p> + "Humph! you don't look like it. Why don't you work?" + </p> + <p> + "Because I can find nothing to do." + </p> + <p> + Here a contemptible suggestion offered itself to Conrad. + </p> + <p> + "If you will do something for me, and keep mum, I'll give you two + dollars." + </p> + <p> + "I'll do it if it isn't too hard." + </p> + <p> + "Then I'll tell you what it is. There's a boat on the pond that belongs to + an enemy of mine. He is always crowing over me. Now, if you'll manage this + evening to set it on fire, I'll give you two dollars." + </p> + <p> + "How shall I set it on fire? With a match?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I'll supply you with some shavings, a few pieces of board, and some + pitch. There won't be any trouble about it." + </p> + <p> + "Who owns the boat?" + </p> + <p> + Conrad described Andy. + </p> + <p> + "That's the boy who—but never mind! I'll do it." + </p> + <p> + Once convinced that in this way he could get revenge on the boy who had + humiliated and got the best of him, the tramp was only too willing to help + Conrad in his scheme. + </p> + <p> + When Conrad went home at nine o'clock, after supplying the tramp with + combustibles, he said to himself: + </p> + <p> + "There won't be much left of Andy's boat in the morning." + </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. — THE TRAMP'S MISTAKE. + </h2> + <p> + Conrad went to bed with the comfortable conviction that before morning + Andy's beautiful boat would be ruined. I am sorry to say that the meanness + of the act which he had instigated did not strike him. + </p> + <p> + Whatever feeling he had was of exultation at the injury done to his enemy, + as he persisted in regarding Andy. + </p> + <p> + It did seem a pity that such an elegant boat should be destroyed. If Andy + would only have agreed to exchange for ten—even fifteen—dollars + to boot, this would have been avoided. + </p> + <p> + "He was a fool not to accept," soliloquized Conrad. "He will regret it + when he sees what has happened." + </p> + <p> + He got up at the usual hour and took breakfast. Every time the bell rang + he thought it might be some one to bring him the desired news. + </p> + <p> + Just after supper Andy met his friend, Valentine, and told him of the + beautiful gift he had received. + </p> + <p> + "Come down and look at it, Val," he said. "It is elegant." + </p> + <p> + Valentine's curiosity was excited, and he at once accepted the invitation. + </p> + <p> + He uttered an exclamation of surprise when he saw the new boat. + </p> + <p> + "It is a little beauty!" he said. "It is far ahead of Conrad's or of + mine." + </p> + <p> + "Conrad wants to exchange. He offered me ten dollars to boot." + </p> + <p> + "You wouldn't think of accepting?" + </p> + <p> + "No; it is worth much more than that. Besides, it is Mr. Gale's gift, and + even if he had offered fifty dollars I should still refuse." + </p> + <p> + "And you would do right, too. But are you going to leave it out all + night?" + </p> + <p> + "I shall have to. I have no boathouse to put it in." + </p> + <p> + "There is room in my boathouse for two boats," said Valentine. "I will + help you put it inside." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Val. I will be glad to pay you rent for the use of the place." + </p> + <p> + "I don't want any money, Andy; I will do it out of friendship." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you; but you mustn't forget that I am quite able to pay." + </p> + <p> + "That's true, and I am glad of it; but, all the same, I don't want any + money." + </p> + <p> + "I wonder Conrad doesn't have a boathouse." + </p> + <p> + "He tells me his father has promised him one. He has not yet decided upon + a location." + </p> + <p> + The two boys got into Andy's boat and rowed it a few rods till they + reached the boathouse. There was no difficulty in putting it away. The + boathouse was double, and there was room for two boats. + </p> + <p> + "I will have another key made, Andy, so that you can get at your boat when + I am not with you." + </p> + <p> + "All right! That will be very nice." + </p> + <p> + "How do you like Mr. Gale?" + </p> + <p> + "Tiptop. I was very fortunate to fall in with him. It will be a great loss + to me when he goes away." + </p> + <p> + "Is he thinking of going soon?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't think so—I hope not." + </p> + <p> + It was later in the evening when the tramp went down to the pond, provided + with the shavings and other combustibles which Conrad had provided. + </p> + <p> + Conrad, after meeting him, had gone home at once. He thought it more + prudent, in view of the plot in which he was engaged, to avoid suspicion + by not being seen in company with the tramp. + </p> + <p> + "Give me the two dollars now," said the tramp, when the fuel was handed + him. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I am a fool?" answered Conrad, sharply. "If I should do + that, you would go off and not do the work." + </p> + <p> + "I'll do the work fast enough. I want to get even with that young rascal." + </p> + <p> + "What! Do you know him?" + </p> + <p> + "I have met him," answered the tramp, evasively. "He played me a mean + trick, and I want to get even with him." + </p> + <p> + "What sort of a trick was it?" + </p> + <p> + "I will tell you some other time—I haven't time now. I wish I had a + hatchet." + </p> + <p> + "What for?" + </p> + <p> + "Then, if the fire didn't spoil the boat, I'd hack it up." + </p> + <p> + "I think I can get you a hatchet, but you must not leave it on the bank, + for my father's initial, 'C,' is on it." + </p> + <p> + "All right. I'll be careful." + </p> + <p> + The hatchet was delivered to the tramp a little later. + </p> + <p> + About eight o'clock the tramp went down to the lake and looked for Andy's + boat. + </p> + <p> + There was but one in sight—Conrad's—but he never doubted that + this was the one he was to destroy. He waited till half-past eight, when + he considered it dark enough for his purpose. + </p> + <p> + He carefully laid the shavings in one end of the boat, covered them over + with pieces of board, which, with the help of the hatchet, he split into + smaller pieces, and then set them on fire. + </p> + <p> + The flames blazed fiercely and did considerable damage to the boat, not + ruining it, however. But to finish the work he used the hatchet, and + hacked vigorously at the woodwork till it was mutilated and its usefulness + and beauty spoiled. + </p> + <p> + The tramp contemplated this work with satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + "I've done the job pretty well," he chuckled to himself. "I'd like to be + lookin' on when the boy sees it." + </p> + <p> + Now that he had done the job he wanted his pay. Conrad had agreed to meet + him at an old ruined barn not far from his house at eight o'clock in the + morning. + </p> + <p> + "It won't do to call for me earlier," he said, "for it might excite + suspicion." + </p> + <p> + From the breakfast table Conrad directed his steps to the barn. + </p> + <p> + The tramp was sitting outside, smoking a pipe. + </p> + <p> + "I've been waiting for you," he said. "I haven't had any breakfast." + </p> + <p> + "Did you do the job?" + </p> + <p> + "Did I? Well, I reckon. That boat ain't no good any more." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think any one saw you do it?" + </p> + <p> + "No; it was pretty dark, and there wasn't no one round. It may have been + found out by now. Give me the two dollars and I'll be off." + </p> + <p> + "You are sure you did the job? You are not deceiving me?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I'm not. You can go and see for yourself." + </p> + <p> + This, however, did not seem prudent. Conrad wished some one else to + discover the ruined boat. + </p> + <p> + After all, there was no reason to doubt the tramp's word. His avowed + hostility to Andy made it quite certain that he had done his work. + </p> + <p> + "Here's the money," he said. + </p> + <p> + "And here's the hatchet." + </p> + <p> + "I wish it was back in the toolhouse where it belongs," thought Conrad. + "However, I'll manage to get it back without any one seeing me." + </p> + <p> + He decided to return to the barn at once, carrying the hatchet with him. + He was not to do it without observation. Just before he reached the barn + he met John Larkin. + </p> + <p> + "What are you doing with the hatchet, Conrad?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I have been using it in the pasture." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't know but you were going to imitate George Washington and cut + down a cherry tree." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I have," said Conrad, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + He felt in good humor, for his plan had been carried out. He was aching to + see just how badly Andy's boat was injured, and as there was no school, it + being Saturday, he proposed to John Larkin to go down to the pond. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose we have a row, John," he said. "We'll take a trip across the + pond." + </p> + <p> + "All right." + </p> + <p> + They were perhaps thirty rods from the pond when they met Jimmy Morris, + coming from it. He seemed excited. He had been running and was breathless. + </p> + <p> + "What's the matter, Jimmy?" asked John Larkin. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy looked toward Conrad, who naturally guessed the cause of his + excitement. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Conrad," he said. "It is such a pity! I am so sorry for you!" + </p> + <p> + "Why are you sorry for me?" demanded Conrad, sharply. + </p> + <p> + "Because your boat is ruined. It is all hacked up, and has been set on + fire." + </p> + <p> + "My boat! You mean Andy Grant's?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't. Come and see for yourself." + </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. — CONRAD'S DISAPPOINTMENT. + </h2> + <p> + With his mind in a whirl, and still believing that it was Andy's boat + which had been injured instead of his own, Conrad pushed on rapidly toward + the pond. Yet he had an instinctive fear that his informant might be + correct. + </p> + <p> + When he reached the point where his boat had been moored, he used his eyes + eagerly. + </p> + <p> + It was all true! His boat—his beautiful boat—with which he had + been perfectly satisfied till Andy received a better, was scorched and + hacked up till it was clear he could never use it again, and Andy's boat + was not visible anywhere. Tears of rage filled Conrad's eyes. + </p> + <p> + "It is a terrible mistake!" he ejaculated. + </p> + <p> + "Mistake! What do you mean?" asked John Larkin. + </p> + <p> + Conrad reflected that his words were betraying him. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what I am saying," he replied, vaguely. "Yes, I do. I + believe Andy Grant did this." + </p> + <p> + "Andy Grant!" repeated Jimmy Morris. "Why should he injure your boat?" + </p> + <p> + "Because he hates me." + </p> + <p> + "Andy isn't that kind of a boy. Besides, he has a newer and much handsomer + boat himself." + </p> + <p> + There it was! That was what stung Conrad. His boat was second to Andy's. + </p> + <p> + As the three boys stood on the bank, a small boy, named Peter Hill, came + up. He lived in the house nearest the boats. + </p> + <p> + "Did you see any one near the boat, Peter?" asked John Larkin. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I seed a big tramp in de boat. He set it on fire." + </p> + <p> + "That explains it, Conrad!" exclaimed Jimmy Morris. "I saw the tramp + myself in the village." + </p> + <p> + "Pooh!" said Conrad. "I don't believe it." + </p> + <p> + "But I seed him burnin' de boat!" persisted little Peter. + </p> + <p> + "Then why didn't you tell somebody?" + </p> + <p> + "All de folks was away and I didn't dare to go near it. He had a hatchet, + too." + </p> + <p> + "I say, Conrad, let us hunt for the tramp, and, if we find him, have him + arrested." + </p> + <p> + For obvious reasons this proposal of John Larkin did not meet Conrad's + approval. He was afraid of what the tramp would tell. + </p> + <p> + "I'll ask my father what to do," he replied, evasively. "The mischief is + done and there is no help for it." + </p> + <p> + Conrad was already looking more cheerful. An idea had come to him. + </p> + <p> + Now that the boat was destroyed, his father might be willing to buy him + another, and, if so, he might be persuaded to buy one as good as Andy's, + perhaps better. He turned to go home, and let the boys know that he did + not care for company. + </p> + <p> + On the way, not far from his own house, he encountered the tramp. At the + sight of this man, whose stupid blunder had cost him his boat, his eyes + blazed with anger. + </p> + <p> + But this the tramp did not see. He slouched up to his young employer, + saying, with a cunning grin: + </p> + <p> + "Well, did you see it?" + </p> + <p> + "Did I see it?" repeated Conrad, boiling over with fury. "Yes, I did." + </p> + <p> + "I did it pretty well, didn't I? I guess the boat isn't good for much + now." + </p> + <p> + "You stupid fool!" blazed out Conrad. "It is my boat that you ruined. I + have a great mind to have you arrested!" + </p> + <p> + "Your boat? It was the boat you pointed out to me." + </p> + <p> + "No, it wasn't. It was my own boat." + </p> + <p> + "Then where was the other boat? I didn't see but one." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know, but you might have had sense enough to know that you'd got + the wrong boat." + </p> + <p> + The tramp's hopes fell. He had intended to ask for another dollar from + Conrad, but he saw now that there was no chance whatever of his obtaining + it. + </p> + <p> + "You'd better get out of town as soon as you can," said Conrad, roughly. + </p> + <p> + "Why should I?" demanded the tramp, sullenly. + </p> + <p> + "Because you were seen destroying the boat." + </p> + <p> + "Who saw me?" + </p> + <p> + "A small boy who lives at the next house. You might be arrested." + </p> + <p> + "If I am, I'll tell the truth. I'll tell who put me up to it." + </p> + <p> + "And I'll deny it. Do you think any one would believe your word against + mine, especially as it was my boat that was ruined?" + </p> + <p> + The tramp saw the logic of this remark and walked away. He was seen no + more in the village. + </p> + <p> + "Now I'll tackle father," thought Conrad. + </p> + <p> + He directed his steps homeward and informed the squire of what had + happened. + </p> + <p> + His father frowned and looked displeased. + </p> + <p> + "If you are not smart enough to take care of your boat," he said, coldly, + "you will have to suffer the consequences." + </p> + <p> + "But I don't see how I am to blame?" + </p> + <p> + "Have you any idea who did the mischief?" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps Andy Grant did—he doesn't like me." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think that very probable. You can charge him with it if you think + best. But I thought you told me he had a new boat of his own?" + </p> + <p> + "So he has—a perfect beauty! It is ever so much better than mine. I + wish—" + </p> + <p> + "Well, what do you wish?" + </p> + <p> + "That you would buy me one like his." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I like that. After losing your boat through your own carelessness, + you want me to invest a large sum in another." + </p> + <p> + "Must I go without one, then?" asked Conrad, in dismay. + </p> + <p> + "It looks that way." + </p> + <p> + Conrad resorted to earnest entreaties. He was willing, now, to accept any + sort of boat, for he was fond of rowing; but Squire Carter had just heard + unfavorable reports from his broker about a speculation he had entered + into, and he was inflexible. + </p> + <p> + "What a fool I was!" reflected Conrad, bitterly. "My boat was a good one, + even if it wasn't as fine as Andy's, and now I have none. I shall have to + borrow his or Valentine's when I want to go out rowing." + </p> + <p> + Later in the day he met Andy. + </p> + <p> + Andy had heard of Conrad's loss and was full of sympathy. + </p> + <p> + "Conrad," he said, "it's a shame about your boat being destroyed." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it is pretty hard." + </p> + <p> + "The boys say a tramp did the mischief." + </p> + <p> + "I think it very likely. There was a tramp about town yesterday. I saw him + myself." + </p> + <p> + "What could have been his object? Ruining the boat would not benefit him." + </p> + <p> + "It might have been out of revenge. He asked me for a quarter and I + wouldn't give it to him." + </p> + <p> + This explanation occurred to Conrad on the spur of the moment. + </p> + <p> + "Can't you have him arrested?" + </p> + <p> + "He is probably out of town by this time." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you will have a new boat?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, after a while." + </p> + <p> + "I will lend you mine any time you wish." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said Conrad, but he spoke coldly and ungraciously. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to him humiliating to receive any favors from a poor boy like + Andy Grant. + </p> + <p> + Two weeks later, when Andy went over to the hotel, as usual, to meet his + employer and pupil, Mr. Gale said: + </p> + <p> + "I have some news for you." + </p> + <p> + "I hope it is good news." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know that you will consider it so. I shall have to leave you for + a time." + </p> + <p> + Andy's face fell. This certainly was bad news. + </p> + <p> + "I have received a letter this morning," continued Walter Gale, "from an + uncle living in the interior of Pennsylvania. He is not an old man—I + don't think he is much over fifty—but he writes me that he is near + his end. The doctor says he may live three months, certainly not over six. + He has always been a bachelor, and I believe owns coal mines of + considerable value. I was always a favorite of his, and now that he is so + sick he wants me to go out and be with him in the closing weeks of his + life." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you will go?" said Andy, and he looked very sober. + </p> + <p> + "I think it is my duty—don't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I suppose it is your duty." + </p> + <p> + Andy began to think what he should do. He had had an easy and profitable + engagement with Mr. Gale, but this would now be over, and he would have to + go back to farm work, or try to get a place in the village store. + </p> + <p> + The latter would yield him only two dollars and a half a week, which + seemed to him very small compared with what he now received. + </p> + <p> + "I shall miss you very much, Mr. Gale," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I hope you will. I shall certainly miss you." + </p> + <p> + "It will seem very dull going to work on the farm after my pleasant days + with you." + </p> + <p> + "You won't need to go to work on the farm, unless you choose to do so." + </p> + <p> + "But I must earn something; I cannot be idle." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I forgot to tell you what arrangements I propose to make for you." + </p> + <p> + Andy looked up eagerly. + </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. — SOMETHING UNEXPECTED. + </h2> + <p> + "Our separation will only be temporary," continued Mr. Gale, "but I do not + wish to leave you unprovided for during my absence, I shall allow you five + dollars a week while I am away." + </p> + <p> + Andy brightened up. + </p> + <p> + "How kind you are, Mr. Gale!" he said. "I don't think you ought to do + this." + </p> + <p> + Walter Gale smiled. + </p> + <p> + "I can very well afford it," he said; "so we will regard the matter as + settled." + </p> + <p> + "How soon must you go?" + </p> + <p> + "I shall start to-morrow—my preparations will be easily made. How + would you like to go to New York to see me off?" + </p> + <p> + "I should be delighted," answered Andy. "I have only been to New York + twice in my life." + </p> + <p> + "Then you will enjoy the day. You can take the afternoon train home." + </p> + <p> + At the farm, Mr. and Mrs. Grant heard with regret of Mr. Gale's departure, + but they were pleased to hear that Andy would be in receipt of an income. + </p> + <p> + "How will you fill up your time, Andy?" asked his father. + </p> + <p> + "I have my books, and will keep up my Latin and Greek. I will pay you four + dollars a week, and you can hire a boy for that to help you. I think I can + spend my time more profitably in studying." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think Mr. Gale will return?" + </p> + <p> + "He has promised to do so. I am to see him off to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to trust that boy alone in New York?" asked his Aunt Jane, + with asperity. + </p> + <p> + "Why, what could happen to me?" asked Andy, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "You might get run over." + </p> + <p> + "I am not a little boy, Aunt Jane. I can take care of myself." + </p> + <p> + "You may meet with an accident for all your smartness." + </p> + <p> + "I think Andy is old enough to take care of himself," said his father, + mildly. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well! have it your own way. You can't say but I've warned you," and + she sniffed severely. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder what makes Aunt Jane so disagreeable," thought Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you'd like to go and take care of him," suggested Mr. Grant, with + a smile. "You are old enough to take care of yourself." + </p> + <p> + "You needn't twit me with my age, Sterling," said Jane, with an injured + sniff. + </p> + <p> + "I don't. Old age is honorable." + </p> + <p> + This made matters worse. + </p> + <p> + "You talk as if I was seventy-five. I don't consider myself an old + person." + </p> + <p> + In spite of the melancholy presentiment of Aunt Jane, Andy set out for New + York with Mr. Gale. An hour and a half brought them to the metropolis. + </p> + <p> + "I should like to show you something of the city, Andy," said his + companion, "but I shall have to spend the time in shopping." + </p> + <p> + "I shall see something of the city if I go about with you." + </p> + <p> + "That is true." + </p> + <p> + At one o'clock they went to the Sinclair House, on Broadway, to dine. They + selected a table where there was but one other guest, who seemed known to + Walter Gale. + </p> + <p> + "Good-morning, Mr. Flint," said the young man. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, it's you, Walter, is it?" returned the other, a stout man, whose hair + was beginning to grow gray. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been?" + </p> + <p> + "Rusticating in a Connecticut town." + </p> + <p> + "Is the young man with you a brother? But, no; I remember that you have no + brother." + </p> + <p> + "He isn't related to me, but I think as much of him as if he were. His + name is Andrew Grant." + </p> + <p> + "A good name. Is he attending school?" + </p> + <p> + "He has recently left school." + </p> + <p> + "If he were seeking a position I could find a place for him." + </p> + <p> + "In your own employ?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I have a boy, but I don't find him reliable or faithful. He will + leave me on Saturday night." + </p> + <p> + "Andy," said his friend, "how would you like to enter Mr. Flint's employ?" + </p> + <p> + "Very much," answered Andy, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + At the same time he wondered what was the nature of Mr. Flint's business. + </p> + <p> + "Then after dinner we will walk together to Mr. Flint's store in Union + Square." + </p> + <p> + "There is my card," said Mr. Flint. + </p> + <p> + Andy received it and read the name: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + F. FLINT, + + UNION SQUARE. + + JEWELRY. +</pre> + <p> + The two men conversed together, and when dinner was over they walked up + Broadway to Fourteenth Street. Turning the left-hand corner, they soon + reached a jewelry store of modest appearance, but evidently containing a + valuable stock. + </p> + <p> + A youth with light-brown hair, who seemed to have been born tired, was + leaning against the counter. This, doubtless, was the boy who was not + satisfactory. + </p> + <p> + "John," said Mr. Flint, "have you carried the parcel to Forty-eighth + Street?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir," answered the boy. + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "I thought it would do just as well after lunch." + </p> + <p> + "There you are mistaken. Put on your hat at once and go," said his + employer, sharply. + </p> + <p> + "You see," went on Mr. Flint, after the boy had started, "the trouble I + have with John. He needs to be looked after continually." + </p> + <p> + "You won't have that trouble with Andy." + </p> + <p> + "No, I think not." + </p> + <p> + Walter Gale accompanied Mr. Flint to the back part of the store, where + they held a conversation in a low tone. Presently Walter Gale came back, + and signified to Andy that they must be going. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Flint will expect you to present yourself for duty on Tuesday + morning," he said. "You will reach the store at eight o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "All right, sir." + </p> + <p> + On returning to the street, Walter Gale said: + </p> + <p> + "I propose to take the next train for Philadelphia. You may accompany me + to the Cortlandt Street station. Can you find your way from there to the + Grand Central Depot?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "You will get there in time to take the afternoon train back to Arden. You + haven't asked me what salary you are to receive." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to know, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Five dollars a week, which is better than is generally paid to a new + boy." + </p> + <p> + "Will it pay my expenses, Mr. Gale?" asked Andy, doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + "No; but you remember that I promised you five dollars a week. Instead of + paying it to you I will give you a note to Mrs. Norris, who keeps a + comfortable boarding house on Clinton Place. She knows me well, and will + assign you a room, looking to me for payment. That will leave you five + dollars a week for your personal expenses, clothing, etc." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be rich, Mr. Gale, thanks to your kindness." + </p> + <p> + "Mind, Andy, I am to have you back whenever I want you. Probably I may + spend some weeks with my uncle, and during this time you may as well work + for Mr. Flint." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I shall suit him?" asked Andy, with some anxiety. + </p> + <p> + "I feel sure of it. You will find him strict in business, but kind and + reasonable. I shall expect to hear from you soon after you enter upon your + duties. I shall find life pretty dull at my uncle's house, and your + letters will bring something of the excitement of the outside world to + me." + </p> + <p> + "I will write you every week, Mr. Gale." + </p> + <p> + "If it won't be asking too much of you, I shall be glad to have you do + so." + </p> + <p> + Andy crossed the ferry with Mr. Gale, and then returning at once, took the + four o'clock train for Arden. + </p> + <p> + His news created considerable stir at home. All were pleased except Aunt + Jane. + </p> + <p> + "Brother," she said, "are you going to trust Andy alone in New York?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Jane; he must begin to rely upon himself some time, and he may as + well begin now." + </p> + <p> + "It's temptin' Providence, in my opinion." + </p> + <p> + "It might be so with some boys, but I have faith in Andy's prudence and + good sense." + </p> + <p> + "He ain't any different from other boys, as you will find." + </p> + <p> + But in spite of these ominous words Andy made arrangements to leave Arden + on Monday morning. He looked forward eagerly to his new life in New York. + </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. — ANDY LEAVES HOME. + </h2> + <p> + Conrad was not slow in learning of Mr. Gale's departure from the hotel. + The intelligence pleased him, for, as he supposed, it threw Andy out of + employment. He sought an early opportunity of speaking to him on the + subject. + </p> + <p> + At five o'clock in the afternoon the mail came in at the post office. + Among those who congregated there at the time were Conrad and Andy. + </p> + <p> + "So you've lost your place?" began Conrad, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" asked Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Gale has left town, hasn't he?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Where has he gone?" + </p> + <p> + "To Pennsylvania, to stay with an uncle who is very sick." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think he will come back to Arden?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know, but I think it is doubtful." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose, then, you will go back to work on the farm?" + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled. + </p> + <p> + "Things might be worse," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I think it is the best thing you can do." + </p> + <p> + "Why do you think so?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, you are a poor boy, and there is nothing else for you to do." + </p> + <p> + "Did you ever think of becoming a farmer?" + </p> + <p> + "I should say not," replied Conrad, haughtily. "I shall probably be a + lawyer or a merchant." + </p> + <p> + "I might become a merchant myself—some day." + </p> + <p> + Conrad laughed. + </p> + <p> + "When you do," he said, "let me know." + </p> + <p> + "I will." + </p> + <p> + "By the way, you won't want that boat of yours now." + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "You won't get time to use it. I'll give you twenty dollars for it." + </p> + <p> + "It is not for sale," answered Andy, firmly. + </p> + <p> + "It will be after a while," said Conrad, in a self-satisfied tone. "I will + see the time when you will be glad enough to get the money I offer." + </p> + <p> + During the few days that Andy remained at home he did some work on the + farm. Mr. Grant's boy helper was sick with a cold, and Andy stepped into + his place. + </p> + <p> + The next time of Conrad's meeting him he was at work digging potatoes. + Conrad smiled and nodded. He felt quite friendly as he witnessed what he + considered Andy's humiliation. + </p> + <p> + "My father may give you a little job," he said, as he leaned over the + fence. + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "He needs some work done round the house. He will pay you fifty cents a + day. When can you come?" + </p> + <p> + "Just at present I am too busy. If I can spare the time I will let you + know." + </p> + <p> + "I like to see upstarts brought down to their level," thought Conrad. + "Andy Grant won't be putting on any more airs, I reckon." + </p> + <p> + On Monday morning Andy stood on the platform of the railroad station with + a good-sized gripsack in his hand. He was about starting for New York to + enter upon his duties at the jewelry store. + </p> + <p> + Swinging a light cane, Conrad Carter appeared on the platform with his + father, who was going to the city on business. With a good deal of + surprise he recognized Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Where are you going?" he asked, abruptly, with a glance at the gripsack. + </p> + <p> + "To New York," answered Andy. + </p> + <p> + "What business have you there?" + </p> + <p> + "I have a position in a store on Union Square. I shall be pleased to have + you call when you are in the city." + </p> + <p> + Conrad was greatly surprised. + </p> + <p> + "What kind of a store is it?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "A jewelry store. I haven't a card with me, but will send you one." + </p> + <p> + Conrad didn't appear to be glad at Andy's good fortune. He had made up his + mind that his humble rival, as he chose to consider him, would be obliged + to work on the farm, and now he had found a way to avoid it. + </p> + <p> + "I think your father will have to find some one else to assist him," Andy + continued; "you see, I shall be otherwise occupied." + </p> + <p> + "What pay will you receive?" + </p> + <p> + "If you will excuse me, I would rather not tell." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, just as you like. Where will you live? Will you sleep in the store?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I am to board on Clinton Place, with a Mrs. Norris." + </p> + <p> + "Did you know about this when we were talking the other day?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Why didn't you tell me?" + </p> + <p> + "I would have done so if I had known how much interest you took in my + plans." + </p> + <p> + The rumble of the approaching train was heard, and Andy was obliged to + enter a car. It chanced that it was unusually full, and Andy found but one + vacant seat—the one beside Squire Carter. + </p> + <p> + The squire now noticed Andy for the first time. + </p> + <p> + "Where are you going, Andrew?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "To New York, sir." + </p> + <p> + "On any special errand?" + </p> + <p> + "I am going to work there." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! What kind of a place?" + </p> + <p> + "I shall have a place with Mr. Flint, of Union Square, a jeweler." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose Mr. Gale obtained you the place?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I am not sure that you are acting wisely. I doubt if you can make + expenses. What are you to be paid?" + </p> + <p> + "Five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "That is very fair pay for a boy of your age, but it won't go very far in + New York." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose New York is an expensive place to live in," said Andy, + noncommittally. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. You will have to pay all your wages for board. Your other expenses + will have to come out of your father's pocket." + </p> + <p> + "I may be advanced." + </p> + <p> + "It will be a good while, first. You seem to be acting very + injudiciously." + </p> + <p> + This remark did not trouble Andy. As his board was to be paid by Mr. Gale, + his salary would be practically ten dollars a week; but this he did not + care to tell. + </p> + <p> + "Country boys are always in a stew to get work in the city," observed the + squire. "If they would only take the advice of their elders, they would + see that it is better to stay in the country." + </p> + <p> + "They think probably that there is more chance of advancement in the city. + Horace Greeley never would have risen to distinction if he had remained in + his native village." + </p> + <p> + "Ahem! there are exceptions. What is the number of the store where you + will be employed?" + </p> + <p> + Andy told him. + </p> + <p> + "I may call in upon you some time. I am often in the city on business." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad if you will," said Andy, sincerely. "It will seem + pleasant to me to see an Arden face." + </p> + <p> + Andy got out of the cars at the Grand Central Depot. He was not quite sure + of his way to Clinton Place, but he was not in the least disturbed. He was + naturally self-reliant. + </p> + <p> + He asked the question of a gentleman, and was advised to take a Fourth + Avenue car through the tunnel as far as Eighth Street, but he thought he + should prefer to walk, as it would enable him to enjoy the sights and + scenes of the metropolis. All these were fresh and interesting to him. + </p> + <p> + He had gone but a dozen steps from the depot when a plausible stranger of + thirty-five years, apparently, stopped him. + </p> + <p> + "Young man, may I have a word with you?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "If you wish." + </p> + <p> + "I speak to you, because I judge from your appearance that you have a + good, kind heart." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are right, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I am very awkwardly placed. My sister is very sick in Yonkers and has + sent for me. On my way to the depot in a horse car I had my pocket picked, + and I have not enough money to get to the bedside of my poor sister. If + you would kindly lend me a quarter—" + </p> + <p> + Andy was kind-hearted, and he was not versed in city wiles. He put his + hand in his pocket and drew out a twenty-five-cent silver coin. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to help you," he said, as he passed the coin to the applicant. + </p> + <p> + "You have a noble heart. I thank you," said the stranger, feelingly. + </p> + <p> + Andy felt pleased to think that he had done the man a favor, but his + satisfaction was short-lived. + </p> + <p> + A stout, pleasant-looking man who had caught sight of the conference + addressed him. + </p> + <p> + "Did you give that man any money?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes sir." + </p> + <p> + "What did he need it for?" + </p> + <p> + "His pocket had been picked, and he wanted to go to Yonkers to visit his + sick sister." + </p> + <p> + His new friend laughed. + </p> + <p> + "That's a new story," he said. "The man is an arrant fraud. Your money + will be spent for drink. He has no sick sister." + </p> + <p> + This was quite a shock to Andy. He saw that he had been victimized, and + must hereafter be on his guard against plausible strangers. + </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. — THE FIRST DAY IN NEW YORK. + </h2> + <p> + By dint of a little inquiry Andy found his way to Mrs. Norris' boarding + house in Clinton Place. It was a plain three-story-and-basement house of + brick and looked thoroughly respectable. + </p> + <p> + Andy took a general view of it, and thought he should take it. To his + country eyes it looked quite aristocratic. It was higher than any house in + Arden, even Squire Carter's. + </p> + <p> + He ascended the steps and rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + It was answered by a Swedish girl named Eva, a blond girl of the true + Scandinavian type. + </p> + <p> + "Is Mrs. Norris at home?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "She is upstairs," was the reply. + </p> + <p> + "I should like to see her." + </p> + <p> + "Who shall I tell her calls?" + </p> + <p> + "She won't know my name. Tell her it is some one with a letter from Mr. + Walter Gale." + </p> + <p> + "Won't you step in?" + </p> + <p> + She ushered Andy into a small reception room opening from the hall. It was + a very small room, provided with a sofa, one chair and a writing desk. + Just over the sofa hung an engraving of Washington crossing the Delaware. + </p> + <p> + Andy sat down on the sofa and placed his gripsack in front of him. There + was nothing to occupy his mind, so he sat patiently, wondering what sort + of a looking woman the landlady might be. + </p> + <p> + Soon there was a rustle of garments, and a stout, pleasant-looking lady, + of perhaps fifty, wearing a small cap set off with red ribbons, entered + the room. + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Norris?" said Andy, inquiringly, rising out of respect. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I am Mrs. Norris. Eva told me you had a letter from Mr.—I + didn't catch the name." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Walter Gale." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, Mr. Gale. I know him very well." + </p> + <p> + "Did he ever board here?" + </p> + <p> + "No; he boarded at one of the hotels. Mr. Gale is a rich man." + </p> + <p> + She took the letter and read it. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Gale asks if I can take you to board, and offers to pay your board. + He must be a great friend of yours?" + </p> + <p> + "He is. I hope the arrangement will be satisfactory." + </p> + <p> + "Quite so. I couldn't wish any better paymaster than Mr. Gale. Are you + going to work in the city?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I have a place in Mr. Flint's jewelry store on Union Square." + </p> + <p> + "Really? That is quite a high-toned place. I got my best spoons there." + </p> + <p> + "Have you got a room for me?" asked Andy, a little anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I've got a small hall bedroom. I suppose you didn't expect a square + room?" + </p> + <p> + "It would be too expensive." + </p> + <p> + "It wouldn't be if you had a roommate. There's a gentleman on the third + floor front, a Mr. Warren. He is sickly, and writes for some of the + papers. He told me he would like a roommate; but perhaps you would prefer + a small room alone?" + </p> + <p> + "I should." + </p> + <p> + "Then I've a small room on the same floor. It was occupied till last week + by a music teacher, but he was three weeks behind in his rent and I had to + let him go. It's a trying business, keeping a boarding house, Mr.—" + </p> + <p> + "Grant," suggested Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. That's a good name. I suppose you're in nowise related to the + general?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I wish I was." + </p> + <p> + "If you will follow me upstairs I'll show you the room. You can bring your + valise." + </p> + <p> + Andy took it in his hand and followed the landlady up two flights of + stairs. She panted a little, being a stout lady, but Andy would have run + upstairs if he had been alone. + </p> + <p> + On the upper floor there were three rooms, the doors of all being open. + </p> + <p> + "That is Mr. Warren's room," said Mrs. Norris, pointing to the front + apartment. + </p> + <p> + It was a room of about fourteen feet square, and was neatly furnished. It + contained a double bed and the usual chamber furniture. + </p> + <p> + "It will accommodate two gentlemen nicely," said Mrs. Norris. "Perhaps, + after you get acquainted with Mr. Warren, you may strike up a bargain to + room with him." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I should like to room with a sickly gentleman." + </p> + <p> + "Well, there is something in that. One night Mr. Warren had a fit—I + don't know what kind of one—and rolled onto the floor. I room just + underneath, and I was very much frightened." + </p> + <p> + "It would have frightened me, too, if I had roomed with him." + </p> + <p> + "Well, fits ain't very pleasant, I allow." + </p> + <p> + "Who rooms in the third room, next to mine?" + </p> + <p> + "A young man of eighteen, named Perkins. I don't rightly know what sort of + a place he is in. I think it's a neckwear store on Spring Street." + </p> + <p> + Andy was rather glad to learn that there was one boarder somewhere near + his own age. + </p> + <p> + He did not think he should enjoy the acquaintance of Mr. Warren. He was + prejudiced against him by the knowledge that he was sickly and had fits. + </p> + <p> + "There are other boarders on my second floor. You will make their + acquaintance at the table." + </p> + <p> + "What are your hours for meals, Mrs. Norris?" + </p> + <p> + "We have lunch from twelve to one. Breakfast is from seven to nine, and we + have dinner from six to seven, though in the case of a boarder who is kept + later by business we stretch a point, and try to accommodate him. I hope + that will suit you." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I am sure it will." + </p> + <p> + "Shall you be at lunch to-day?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't think so. I am going to explore the city a little." + </p> + <p> + "Very few of my boarders are present at lunch. Still there is a bite for + them, if they do come." + </p> + <p> + "I would like to wash, if you will send up some water and a towel." + </p> + <p> + "Eva will bring them right up. Have you soap of your own?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Gentlemen often prefer providing their own. If you will give me your name + in full, I will enter it on my books." + </p> + <p> + "My name is Andrew Grant." + </p> + <p> + "Very well." + </p> + <p> + "What is your rate of board? Mr. Gale will pay it, but I should like to + know what it is." + </p> + <p> + "Five dollars a week for your room. Mr. Warren pays seven, but he has a + large room to himself. If you should decide to room with him, I shall + charge you five dollars apiece." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you; I don't think we shall come to any agreement." + </p> + <p> + She went downstairs, and Andy surveyed his room with interest. + </p> + <p> + It was certainly small—quite the narrowest room he had ever seen. + There was one window from which he had a view of the back yard, rather a + forlorn-looking space. There was a cat perched on the high, board fence + separating the yard from that of the adjoining house. + </p> + <p> + Andy liked cats, and called out "Pussy." The cat looked up, and mewed her + recognition and acknowledgment of the friendly overture. Then Eva came up + with a pitcher of water and a towel. + </p> + <p> + "Will one do you?" she asked. "The rest are in the wash, and I'll bring + you another this evening." + </p> + <p> + "One will be sufficient for the present." + </p> + <p> + "So you're comin' here to live?" she said, sociably. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Eva." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you don't have fits, like Mr. Warren." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I ever had one yet," answered Andy, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "I'm glad of that. I'm afraid of gentlemen that have fits." + </p> + <p> + Eva went downstairs, and Andy proceeded to make his ablutions. It was a + dusty day, and the water was refreshing. + </p> + <p> + After he had washed his face and hands he opened his gripsack and took out + his brush and comb, which he placed on a tiny bureau in one corner of the + room. It contained two drawers, and in one of them he put away the + contents of the valise. + </p> + <p> + By this time it was half-past ten, and he put on his hat and went + downstairs. He went out into the street, and after a moment of indecision + walked to Broadway. He thought he could not do better than to walk down + this wonderful thoroughfare, of which he had heard so much. + </p> + <p> + It did occur to him that he might report at the jewelry store, but he + would see enough of that hereafter and he preferred to take a little walk + about the city. + </p> + <p> + Andy used his eyes to good advantage. He looked in at the shop windows, + and watched the human tide that swept by him. + </p> + <p> + Finally he found himself accosted by one of the passersby. + </p> + <p> + "My young friend, could you oblige me with a quarter to take me to Newark? + My pocket has been picked, and—" + </p> + <p> + All this seemed familiar. Andy looked up and recognized at once the + stranger whom he had relieved in front of the Grand Central Depot. + </p> + <p> + "When did you get back from Yonkers?" he asked, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "I never was in Yonkers." + </p> + <p> + "I gave you a quarter only an hour or two ago to get to your sick sister + in Yonkers." + </p> + <p> + Muttering that there was some mistake, the man hurried away, looking + confused. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder if I shall ever meet him again?" thought Andy. + </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. — ANDY'S OPPOSITE NEIGHBOR. + </h2> + <p> + Andy walked about the city, using his eyes industriously. At one o'clock + he went into a restaurant on Park Row, where he got a fair lunch for + twenty-five cents. + </p> + <p> + This was more than he intended to pay usually, but on this first day in + the city he did not care to go back to the boarding house. + </p> + <p> + After lunch he made his way to the entrance of the Brooklyn Bridge, and + got into one of the cars. He enjoyed the prospect visible from the + windows, and felt that this alone would pay him for visiting New York. + </p> + <p> + Just before they reached the other end there was a cry of alarm from a + stout German woman who sat on the other side of the car. + </p> + <p> + "I've been robbed!" she exclaimed. "My purse is gone!" + </p> + <p> + Of course this attracted general attention. + </p> + <p> + "Was there much in the purse, madam?" asked a kind-looking, elderly man. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, there was six dollars—it was a great deal to me." + </p> + <p> + "Are you sure you had it when you entered the car?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I took it out of my pocket when I paid for a ticket." + </p> + <p> + "I think your pocket must have been picked." + </p> + <p> + Sitting next to the woman was a man who seemed absorbed in reading a + morning newspaper; even the woman's complaint did not appear to excite his + attention. + </p> + <p> + This led Andy to move his head to get a nearer view of him. He started in + surprise. It was the adventurer, whom he had already met twice that + morning. He had little doubt that he was the thief. + </p> + <p> + It was perhaps somewhat rash to hazard a charge without proof, but he felt + indignant and could not resist the impulse. + </p> + <p> + "I think that man has your purse," he said, pointing to the individual + behind the newspaper. + </p> + <p> + "This is an outrage!" exclaimed the latter, with assumed anger. "I am a + Boston merchant." + </p> + <p> + He was respectably dressed, and the charge did not seem very plausible. + </p> + <p> + "My boy, you should be careful how you make such charges," said his next + neighbor, reprovingly. + </p> + <p> + But Andy was not abashed. + </p> + <p> + "I know something of that man," he said, quietly. "I have met him twice + this morning." + </p> + <p> + "Has he robbed you?" + </p> + <p> + "No; but he asked me to give him a quarter to take him to his sick sister + in Yonkers. This was at the Grand Central Depot; an hour or two later I + met him on Broadway, and he wanted money to take him to Newark." + </p> + <p> + "The boy is entirely mistaken," said the adventurer. + </p> + <p> + At the same instant, under cover of the newspaper, he adroitly let the + stolen purse drop to the floor at his feet. + </p> + <p> + By this time the cars had reached the Brooklyn end of the bridge. + </p> + <p> + "Why, there is your purse," exclaimed the adventurer, with a sudden glance + downward. "You must have dropped it." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, thank you, sir!" said the poor woman, overjoyed. + </p> + <p> + "I hope you won't suspect a gentleman again," said the thief, in lofty + indignation. + </p> + <p> + "No, I won't, sir. I was sure you didn't take it." + </p> + <p> + Andy, who had seen the trick, smiled, but he was satisfied with the + recovery of the purse. + </p> + <p> + The passengers looked puzzled. They had not made up their minds as to the + guilt or innocence of the man charge with the theft. + </p> + <p> + "You see, young man," said Andy's neighbor, in a tone of reproof, "you + were mistaken." + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled again. + </p> + <p> + "I saw him drop the purse on the floor," he answered, quietly. + </p> + <p> + "Bless my soul! Are you sure?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + The passengers left the car, Andy and the thief among them. + </p> + <p> + Andy lost track of his acquaintance till, as they reached Fulton Street, + he heard some one hissing in his ear: + </p> + <p> + "Boy, you are too fresh! I'll get even with you yet!" + </p> + <p> + Then the thief, passing him rapidly, got into a Myrtle Avenue car, and + this was the last he saw of him for that day. + </p> + <p> + Andy walked about the streets of Brooklyn for a while and returned by + Fulton Ferry. Then he went back to his boarding place, arriving there + between three and four o'clock. + </p> + <p> + As he went up to his room he noticed that the door of the large room + opposite was open. A young man, of about thirty, was sitting in a + rocking-chair, reading. + </p> + <p> + He was of medium height and sallow complexion. He wore his hair long, and + had a high, narrow forehead. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose that is the man who has fits," thought Andy. + </p> + <p> + The young man had noticed Andy's entrance into his own room, and, rising + from the rocking-chair, crossed the hall and knocked lightly at the door. + </p> + <p> + "Come in," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose this is Mr. Grant," began the young man, bowing. "I am Mr. + Warren, and live in the room opposite." + </p> + <p> + "Won't you come in and sit down?" asked Andy, with a glance at the only + chair the room contained. + </p> + <p> + "Don't let me take your only chair. I'll sit on the bed, if you don't + mind." + </p> + <p> + "Make yourself at home, Mr. Warren," said Andy, with easy cordiality. + </p> + <p> + "So you know my name?" + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Norris spoke to me of you." + </p> + <p> + "Did she? What did she say?" asked the young man, showing some curiosity. + </p> + <p> + "I think she said you were literary—that you wrote for some of the + magazines." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I am very fond of writing. Do you write?" + </p> + <p> + "Not for publication." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, yes, I see. You would be rather young for an author." + </p> + <p> + "Are you connected with any particular magazine?" + </p> + <p> + "No. I am a free lance. I contribute to several. I have just sent an + article to the <i>Century</i>." + </p> + <p> + Andy was rather surprised, for he knew that the <i>Century</i> held high + rank among contemporary magazines. It did not occur to him that any one + might send an article to that magazine, but that to have it accepted and + published would be a different matter. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you enjoy writing?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; there is nothing I like so well." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you will show me some of your articles." + </p> + <p> + "I can show you a poem which appeared last week in the village paper at + home." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, I should like to see it." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Warren went up to his room, and speedily returned with a small weekly + paper. + </p> + <p> + On the front page, at the head of the first column, was a short poem by G. + Byron Warren. This was the first stanza, which Mr. Warren volunteered to + read aloud: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "'I'd like to be a robin, + And flit from bough to bough; + I'd pour sweet music on the air + If God would teach me how.'" +</pre> + <p> + "I don't quite like that last line," he said looking up from the paper. + "Can you suggest any improvement?" + </p> + <p> + "You might say, 'And charm the pensive cow,'" suggested Andy, + mischievously. + </p> + <p> + "True, that might be a striking figure. I will consider it when I revise + the poem for publication in book form." + </p> + <p> + The rest of the poem was of similar quality. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think they would accept that for the <i>Century</i>," thought + Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Do you devote yourself to literary work, or are you in business?" he + asked. + </p> + <p> + "I may go into business, but at present I only write. I send a letter once + a month to the Greenville <i>Banner</i>." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose they pay?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh—ah, yes," answered the poet, in a hesitating voice, "but the + terms are strictly confidential. If you ever pick up any incidents in your + daily walks, Mr. Grant, I shall be glad if you will communicate them to + me, that I may weave them into my correspondence." + </p> + <p> + "With pleasure." + </p> + <p> + Then it occurred to Andy to tell his neighbor about the street adventurer + whom he had met three times that morning. + </p> + <p> + "Capital!" exclaimed Warren. "I will get that into my next letter. I see, + Mr. Grant, you have an observing eye. You would make a good reporter for + one of the city dailies." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think so?" asked Andy, feeling complimented. + </p> + <p> + "I am sure of it." + </p> + <p> + "How long have you lived in the city, Mr. Warren?" + </p> + <p> + "About three months. Some time I will tell you why I came here," he + continued, with an air of mystery. + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to hear." + </p> + <p> + "I will tell you now, for I see you have a sympathetic soul. I loved, and + my love was returned, but a heartless parent interposed and separated two + loving hearts." + </p> + <p> + He took out his handkerchief and wiped his eyes. Andy hardly knew whether + to laugh or to express sympathy. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose that often happens?" he said, rather lamely. "Perhaps he may + yet repent." + </p> + <p> + "I live in that hope. When I have become famous, I will go back and offer + myself again to Sophia. I suppose you have had no heart experiences as + yet, Mr. Grant?" + </p> + <p> + "Not as yet, but I can sympathize with you." + </p> + <p> + "I am so glad you have come. I shall make you my confidential friend." + </p> + <p> + Then the conversation drifted into other channels. + </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. — ANDY AT WORK. + </h2> + <p> + Punctually as the clock struck eight the next morning Andy entered the + store of Mr. Flint on Union Square. He looked for his employer, but the + jeweler seldom arrived before nine, his residence being in Harlem. + </p> + <p> + Behind the counter, arranging the goods in one of the cases, was a man + with reddish hair who might at a guess be thirty-five years of age. It was + Mr. Flint's head clerk, Simon Rich, who had been absent when Andy made his + first call. + </p> + <p> + "What can I do for you, boy?" he asked, superciliously. + </p> + <p> + "Is Mr. Flint in?" + </p> + <p> + "No. You can tell me your business." + </p> + <p> + "I have come here to work." + </p> + <p> + "Oh!" + </p> + <p> + This exclamation was long-drawn out. Mr. Rich then proceeded to examine + Andy from head to foot in a manner which was extremely offensive. + </p> + <p> + Andy understood that for some reason this man would be his enemy. He would + have understood his hostility better had he known that the boy just + discharged was the head clerk's nephew. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are well acquainted with the business?" remarked Rich, with + a sneer. + </p> + <p> + "I know nothing about it." + </p> + <p> + "Humph! you stand a chance of being very useful." + </p> + <p> + "I hope to become familiar with it soon," said Andy, coloring. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose you sweep out, to begin with." + </p> + <p> + He pointed out the broom, and Andy went to work. + </p> + <p> + "I wish he were a more agreeable man," thought Andy. "I am afraid he will + make my position unpleasant." + </p> + <p> + Here a customer came in, and Mr. Rich was occupied for the next ten + minutes. + </p> + <p> + The customer, a lady, bought a gold chain. + </p> + <p> + "Shall I send it?" asked the clerk. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but not till twelve o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "To what address?" + </p> + <p> + She gave a number on Fifty-sixth Street. + </p> + <p> + "Very well." + </p> + <p> + "There will be an errand for you," said Rich, as he put back the chains + not selected. + </p> + <p> + Andy nodded. He felt that he would rather be absent on an errand than in + the company of Simon Rich. + </p> + <p> + "Where did Mr. Flint pick you up?" inquired Rich. + </p> + <p> + This was rude, but Andy felt that it would not be politic to get into a + quarrel with the head clerk so soon. + </p> + <p> + "We met at lunch," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Where?" + </p> + <p> + "At the Sinclair House." + </p> + <p> + "Had you never seen him before?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Queer that he should engage you at such short notice!" + </p> + <p> + "He was acquainted with the gentleman I was with." + </p> + <p> + "What name?" + </p> + <p> + "Walter Gale." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I have seen him. Are you related to Mr. Gale?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Are you aware that the boy you have displaced—John Crandall—is + my nephew?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; I didn't know it. I am sorry he has lost his place." + </p> + <p> + "He is a good boy, but Mr. Flint became prejudiced against him. Did he say + anything about him when he engaged you?" + </p> + <p> + "I believe he said that he was not satisfactory, but as I did not know him + I did not notice." + </p> + <p> + Another customer came in, and at nine o'clock Mr. Flint entered. + </p> + <p> + "I see you are on hand," he said, pleasantly, to Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "When did you come to the city?" + </p> + <p> + "Yesterday, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Have you a boarding place?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, in Clinton Place. I was recommended to it by Mr. Gale." + </p> + <p> + "That is well. Mr. Rich, this is the new boy." + </p> + <p> + "So he told me," said Rich, coldly. + </p> + <p> + "Have you had any customers?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. There is one article to be sent—a gold chain—to + Mrs. Mason, of Fifty-sixth Street." + </p> + <p> + "Any time mentioned?" + </p> + <p> + "Twelve o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "You can send Andrew at that time." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, sir." + </p> + <p> + Andy was very glad of his employer's presence. It checked any + manifestation of rudeness on the part of the clerk. + </p> + <p> + At quarter to twelve a box containing the chain was handed to Andy, + addressed to Mrs. Mason. + </p> + <p> + "Did you notice the lady who purchased the chain?" asked Mr. Flint. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I wish this box placed in her hands. Ask her to give you a receipt for + it." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Here is money for car fare. You may go to lunch after delivering the + box." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + Andy took a Broadway car, and just after twelve reached the house. The + door was opened by a man-servant. + </p> + <p> + "I have a parcel for Mrs. Mason," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "All right; I'll take it." + </p> + <p> + "I am only to deliver it into her hands." + </p> + <p> + "She isn't at home." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will wait for her. She said she would be here at twelve." + </p> + <p> + The man was about to speak rudely, when a lady mounted the steps. + </p> + <p> + "Are you from Mr. Flint?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, madam." + </p> + <p> + "I am Mrs. Mason." + </p> + <p> + "I remember you," said Andy, bowing. "Will you be kind enough to give me a + receipt?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly. Step into the hall, and I won't keep you waiting long." + </p> + <p> + Andy sat down. + </p> + <p> + "Why didn't you give me the parcel, boy?" asked the servant. + </p> + <p> + "Because you are not Mrs. Mason. I had strict orders to deliver it to + her." + </p> + <p> + "Humph! that is being mighty particular." + </p> + <p> + "I have nothing to do with Mr. Flint's rules." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Mason returned almost immediately. + </p> + <p> + "Here is the receipt, and thank you," she said, pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + Andy bowed, and opened the door to go out. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid I have interfered with your lunch," she said. + </p> + <p> + "I am going to it now, thank you." + </p> + <p> + "My lunch is just ready. Perhaps you will accept an invitation to lunch + with me?" + </p> + <p> + "I shall be very glad to do so." + </p> + <p> + Andy had been brought up as a gentleman, and was not at all embarrassed, + as some boys would have been, by this attention from a lady. + </p> + <p> + "Follow me, then," she said, as she led the way downstairs to the front + basement. + </p> + <p> + A small table was set there, and Mrs. Mason pointed to a seat. + </p> + <p> + "You are my only guest," she said. "My boy is out of town just at present. + Shall I help you to some cold chicken?" + </p> + <p> + "Thank you." + </p> + <p> + Besides the chicken there was bread and butter, some kind of preserve, and + hot tea. It was all very plain, but Andy enjoyed it. + </p> + <p> + "I ought to know the name of my guest," said Mrs. Mason. + </p> + <p> + "My name is Andrew Grant." + </p> + <p> + "Have you been long at Mr. Flint's?" + </p> + <p> + "This is my first day." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you will find the situation a pleasant one. You are not a city + boy?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I came from Arden." + </p> + <p> + They were waited upon at table by Gustave, the man who had treated Andy + rudely. + </p> + <p> + He did not look at all pleasant at having to wait upon the boy from + "Flint's," and evidently considered his mistress very eccentric. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Mason gossiped pleasantly, and evidently enjoyed her young company. + </p> + <p> + "That is better than eating alone," she said, as she rose from the table. + "I feel quite well acquainted with you, Andrew. You must come up sometime + when my boy is at home. He is a year or two younger than you, but I think + you will get on together." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be very glad to come," replied Andy, gratefully. "Thank you for + all your kindness." + </p> + <p> + He went back to the store at once. + </p> + <p> + "You are back early," said Mr. Flint. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; Mrs. Mason invited me to lunch, and that saved time." + </p> + <p> + Simon Rich looked surprised. His nephew had never received so much + attention from a customer. + </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. — ANDY'S FELLOW BOARDERS. + </h2> + <p> + As time went on, Andy became sensible that Simon Rich was indeed no friend + of his. He was watched with a cold vigilance that was nothing less than a + lookout for imperfections. Andy saw that it would be necessary for him to + be unusually careful and attentive to his duties. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Flint, on the other hand, was always kind and cordial, notwithstanding + the slighting words from Mr. Rich. + </p> + <p> + One day when Andy returned from lunch he found a boy talking with Simon + Rich. He recognized him as his predecessor. + </p> + <p> + The boy, John Crandall, looked at him with an ill-natured glance. As Simon + Rich did not see fit to introduce him he did not speak. When Rich went out + to lunch John Crandall accompanied him. + </p> + <p> + "Don't you think there is any chance of my getting back, Uncle Simon?" + asked John. + </p> + <p> + "Not at present. That boy you saw seems to have the inside track with Mr. + Flint." + </p> + <p> + "What sort of a boy is he?" + </p> + <p> + "He's too fresh. I don't like him." + </p> + <p> + "What made Mr. Flint take him on?" + </p> + <p> + "Heaven knows; I don't." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think he is likely to stay?" + </p> + <p> + "Not if I can help it." + </p> + <p> + "Can't you prejudice Mr. Flint against him?" + </p> + <p> + "I will if I can. I am looking for a chance to get him into trouble, but + it isn't easy, as he is a goody-goody sort of a boy. He tries to get in + with people. You know Mrs. Mason, of Fifty-sixth Street?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I have carried purchases there." + </p> + <p> + "The very first day he was here he went there with a chain, and she + invited him to lunch." + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean it?" exclaimed John, in surprise. "She never took any + notice of me." + </p> + <p> + They went to the Dairy Restaurant, on Union Square, for lunch. + </p> + <p> + "Uncle Simon," said John, when they were going out, "can't you give me + fifty cents? You know I haven't a cent of money, now that my salary is + stopped." + </p> + <p> + "What do you want fifty cents for?" demanded his uncle, frowning. + </p> + <p> + "I want to go to the Grand Opera House to-night. I haven't been to the + theater for two weeks." + </p> + <p> + "And you can't expect to while you are not earning anything." + </p> + <p> + "But that isn't my fault," pleaded John. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it is. You neglected your duties at Flint's, and he saw it. That is + why you lost your place." + </p> + <p> + "It is pretty hard going about without a cent of money in your pocket." + </p> + <p> + "Then you should have kept your place. Have you been around to look for + another position?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I thought you would get me back into Flint's." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think there is much chance, but I will try to get the other boy + out." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you'll do that; I hate the sight of him. I feel as if he had + turned me out of my place." + </p> + <p> + "How do you like the new boy, Mr. Rich?" asked the jeweler at the end of + the first week. + </p> + <p> + "I don't care much for him," said Simon Rich, coldly. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter with him? Does he neglect his work?" + </p> + <p> + "No," Rich admitted, unwillingly. + </p> + <p> + "What have you against him, then?" + </p> + <p> + "He has a sneaking way about him." + </p> + <p> + "On the contrary, he seems to me to be unusually frank and open." + </p> + <p> + "He is trying to get into your good graces." + </p> + <p> + "Well, that is proper, isn't it? + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but—" + </p> + <p> + "Well?" + </p> + <p> + "I think he will bear watching." + </p> + <p> + "Surely you don't suspect him of dishonesty." + </p> + <p> + "Still waters run deep," said the clerk, sententiously. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Flint smiled to himself as he turned away. He understood that the + secret of his head clerk's prejudice was the fact that Andy had taken the + place of his nephew. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Andy had got well acquainted at his boarding house. Besides Mr. + Warren he found his next neighbor, Sam Perkins, quite sociable. + </p> + <p> + Sam was a youth of eighteen, and was employed in a furnishing-goods store + on lower Broadway. He was fortunate in the location of his store, as he + finished work at half-past five, and was able to be at supper at the + regular hour. He seemed rather fond of dress and indulged in a variety of + showy neckties, being able to get them at wholesale rates. + </p> + <p> + He introduced himself to Andy the first evening. + </p> + <p> + "What pay do you get?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "I get seven, but it's too small. A man can't live on it. Why, my car fare + costs me sixty cents a week." + </p> + <p> + "It must be rather a tight squeeze." + </p> + <p> + "The folks at home allow me two dollars a week besides. You see, the + governor's got money. But I tell you money melts away in New York." + </p> + <p> + "No doubt. There are a good many ways of spending money here." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose we go to the theater to-night." + </p> + <p> + "I would rather wait a while. This is my first night in the city." + </p> + <p> + "Have you got acquainted with old Warren?" + </p> + <p> + "You mean the occupant of the large room opposite?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I have talked with him a little." + </p> + <p> + "How do you like him?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know him well enough to judge," said Andy, cautiously. + </p> + <p> + "He's a crank—and soft at that. Pretends that he is literary and + writes for the magazines." + </p> + <p> + "He does, doesn't he?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he writes for them, but I don't think his articles get printed. He + just sits round and writes, and isn't any company at all. I have tried to + get him to go to the theater, but he won't. Once I was hard up—hadn't + but a nickel—and asked him to lend me a quarter. He wouldn't." + </p> + <p> + "Very likely he hasn't got much money." + </p> + <p> + "That's right. Did you ever see such shabby neckties as he wears?" + </p> + <p> + "He hasn't your advantages about getting new neckties," said Andy, with a + smile, for he had already learned where Sam was at work. + </p> + <p> + "How do you like the tie I have on? It's a stunner, isn't it?" asked Sam, + complacently. + </p> + <p> + "It's very showy." + </p> + <p> + "I get a new necktie every week. You see, I get them at half price. Girls + always notice your necktie." + </p> + <p> + "Then I don't think they'll pay me much attention." + </p> + <p> + "Your tie is too sober, that's a fact. Better let me bring you one. I can + get it half off. They won't know but it's for me." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I may by and by accept your offer. Now, I don't want to spend + any extra money." + </p> + <p> + At the table Andy was introduced to a Mr. and Mrs. Osborn, who did not + appear to be long married. She was tall, angular and thirty-five. He was + at least five years younger. He had married her for her money, but she let + him have little advantage of it, dealing it out in small sums. + </p> + <p> + He occupied a small clerkship at eight dollars a week, out of which he had + to pay his own board, while his wife, who had an income from property of a + thousand dollars a year, defrayed her own expenses, and occasionally + allowed him a dollar or two. + </p> + <p> + He was much better looking than his wife, and it was this, perhaps, that + made her jealous if he looked at another woman. The particular object of + her jealousy was a Miss Manson, who held a business position at an uptown + milliner's. She was pleasant and piquant. + </p> + <p> + There was also a Mr. Kimball, who was a salesman at Hearn's. He liked to + discuss financial problems, and felt that he should have been a banker, + but found no one to talk with, as Mr. Osborn's ideas on finance were + elementary. + </p> + <p> + Indeed, Mrs. Osborn was the only one at the table who was competent to + converse with him on his favorite subject. + </p> + <p> + "Miss Manson, may I pass you the sugar?" asked Mr. Osborn on the first + occasion of Andy's appearing at dinner. + </p> + <p> + "Miss Manson can reach the sugar bowl herself," interposed Mrs. Osborn, + with a reproving frown. + </p> + <p> + "I like to be neighborly, my dear," said her husband, deprecatingly. + </p> + <p> + "I see you do." + </p> + <p> + Miss Manson smiled, and so did others at the table, who detected Mrs. + Osborn's jealousy. + </p> + <p> + "Have you read the President's financial message, Mr. Osborn?" asked Mr. + Kimball. + </p> + <p> + "No; I don't take any interest in such things." + </p> + <p> + "I have read it, Mr. Kimball," said Mrs. Osborn, "and I approve his + recommendations." + </p> + <p> + "So do I, with one exception," returned Mr. Kimball; and they began a + conversation in which none of the other boarders took an interest. + </p> + <p> + When supper was over, Andy and Sam went for a walk. Mr. Warren excused + himself on the ground that he was writing a poem for one of the magazines. + </p> + <p> + "So you are with a jeweler," said Sam. "I may come up and buy a ring some + day. Do you allow a discount to friends?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know yet. I will favor you if I can." + </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. — A PLOT AGAINST ANDY. + </h2> + <p> + Some six weeks later, about the middle of the forenoon, a Western Union + Telegraph boy entered the store and handed Mr. Flint a telegram. + </p> + <p> + Tearing it open, the jeweler read the contents and seemed quite agitated. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Rich," he said, turning to the head clerk, "I have bad news. My only + brother is dangerously sick. This dispatch says that if I wish to see him + alive I must start at once." + </p> + <p> + "Where does he live?" + </p> + <p> + "In Denver, Colorado." + </p> + <p> + "That is a long way off." + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I don't see how I can leave the business, but I cannot bear to think + of my brother dying without my seeing him again." + </p> + <p> + "I think, sir, that I can keep things straight. I have been with you for + six years." + </p> + <p> + "True, and you know the business thoroughly. Besides, you can write or + telegraph me, if need be, every day." + </p> + <p> + "I will do so, sir. You can depend on me." + </p> + <p> + "Besides, you will have Andrew to help you. He is a good and faithful + boy." + </p> + <p> + To this Simon Rich made no reply, but there was a look on his face that + boded no good for Andy. + </p> + <p> + "I think I will go home at once and get ready. It is necessary that I + should start immediately. I shall have no time to give you directions, but + I will write you as soon as I reach Denver." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, sir," said Simon Rich, smoothly. "Make your mind quite easy. + All will go well during your absence." + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later, when Andy returned from an errand, Mr. Flint was gone. + </p> + <p> + "I have a message for Mr. Flint," said Andy, as he entered the store. + </p> + <p> + "You can give it to me." + </p> + <p> + "I was told to deliver it to Mr. Flint personally." + </p> + <p> + "You will find that rather a hard job, young man," said Rich, with a + sneer. + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand you," returned Andy, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Flint is on his way to Denver by this time." + </p> + <p> + "Does he go on business?" + </p> + <p> + "He has received news that his only brother lies there at the point of + death." + </p> + <p> + "How long will he be gone?" asked Andy, who began to understand that this + was likely to prove bad news for him. + </p> + <p> + "Probably not less than three weeks. Of course, I shall manage the store + while he is away. Did you hear that?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "And I want you to understand," continued Rich, in a bullying tone, "that + I won't stand any nonsense from you. You will have to attend strictly to + business. I sha'n't be such an easy-going boss as Mr. Flint." + </p> + <p> + "I always aim to do my duty," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "You will find it best to do so while I am in charge. Now, don't stand + gaping there, but go to work." + </p> + <p> + Andy was moved to an angry reply, but thought it prudent to refrain. He + realized that for three weeks, and probably longer, he was to be at the + mercy of a man who evidently disliked him. + </p> + <p> + How he should be able to stand it he did not know. He determined, however, + to do his duty as well as he knew how, and not to reply when the head + clerk was insolent and abusive. + </p> + <p> + About an hour later Simon Rich gave him a postal, which he directed him to + drop in the nearest mail boX. — It was addressed to John Crandall, + Andy's predecessor, and ran thus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "DEAR JOHN: Come around as soon as you can. I have news for you. + + Your uncle, + SIMON RICH." +</pre> + <p> + About four o'clock John Crandall entered the store. + </p> + <p> + "Andrew," said Rich, "you may go to the branch post office at Ninth Street + and get a dollar's worth of postage stamps." + </p> + <p> + Andy understood that stamps were not needed, and that the errand was + devised to get him out of the way. However it was his duty to obey. + </p> + <p> + When he was fairly out of the store, John asked, with some curiosity: + </p> + <p> + "What is the news you were going to tell me, Uncle Simon?" + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Flint has started for Colorado, and I am in full charge of the + store," answered Rich, with a triumphant smile. + </p> + <p> + "Golly! That's great news!" exclaimed John. "Now you can discharge that + cub and get me in again." + </p> + <p> + "I mean to, but you will have to wait a few days." + </p> + <p> + "Why need I?" + </p> + <p> + "Because I must have a good excuse for bouncing him. Mr. Flint will + inquire, you know." + </p> + <p> + "I should think it would be easy to invent one." + </p> + <p> + "Well, not altogether easy, but I have a plan. You see, the boy is one of + the goody-goody kind who has no bad habits. If I could catch him playing + pool, or anything of that kind, there would be no trouble; but he is one + of your model boys." + </p> + <p> + "Like me," suggested John. + </p> + <p> + "I never took you for a model boy. Still, you are my nephew, and I must do + the best I can for you." + </p> + <p> + "What is the plan you have thought of?" + </p> + <p> + "I haven't fully decided; but come in to-morrow, and I may think of + something by that time." + </p> + <p> + "I wish I was here now. It will be good fun, now that old Flint is gone." + </p> + <p> + "Be careful not to say 'old Flint' before Andrew. He might repeat it to + the boss when he returns." + </p> + <p> + "If he should I would punch his head," said John, promptly. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I would advise you to do that," said Simon Rich, shrewdly. + </p> + <p> + "Why not? I could lick him with one hand." + </p> + <p> + "If you ever get into a fight with him you will need two. He is strong and + muscular." + </p> + <p> + "You seem to be taking his part, Uncle Simon." + </p> + <p> + "Not at all, but I won't shut my eyes to facts. Andrew is much stronger + than you are." + </p> + <p> + John did not look well pleased, but his uncle added: + </p> + <p> + "In this case, however, it is not a matter of strength. We must use + cunning." + </p> + <p> + "All right, uncle. You know best, of course." + </p> + <p> + "Of course I know best. All you have to do is to be guided by me. We must + get rid of him in such a way that Mr. Flint will approve of my action." + </p> + <p> + "It will be a great day for me when I take his place." + </p> + <p> + "Exactly. Be patient, and it will come about. Meanwhile I want you to + treat him as a friend." + </p> + <p> + "Why?" + </p> + <p> + "So that he won't suspect that there is any conspiracy against him." + </p> + <p> + "I see. You are a smart one, Uncle Simon." + </p> + <p> + "I flatter myself that I know what I am about," returned Rich, + complacently. + </p> + <p> + Andy was considerably surprised at the kindness with which he was treated, + during the next few days, by the head salesman. He had expected something + very different. He began to think he had misjudged Mr. Rich. + </p> + <p> + He was still more surprised when the next day at his lunch hour he was + invited to the Dairy Kitchen by John Crandall. He did not care to accept, + but John insisted upon it, and he thought it would be rude to refuse. + </p> + <p> + John chatted very pleasantly during the meal, and Andy was both surprised + and pleased. + </p> + <p> + "Have you got a new place?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "No, but uncle thinks he can get me one before long." + </p> + <p> + "I hope it will be a good one." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I think it will," said John, showing his teeth and smiling + significantly. + </p> + <p> + So passed several days, and Andy began to think that Mr. Rich had become + his friend. But at length the storm broke. + </p> + <p> + One day, as he entered the store, he noticed that Simon Rich was looking + grave and stern. + </p> + <p> + "Andrew," he said, without preface, "something very disagreeable has + happened." + </p> + <p> + "What is it, Mr. Rich?" + </p> + <p> + "A gold watch has disappeared from this case." + </p> + <p> + "A valuable one?" asked Andy, innocently. + </p> + <p> + "It is one that retails at fifty dollars. I would not have had this occur + during Mr. Flint's absence for twice that sum." + </p> + <p> + "Have you any idea of what has become of it?" + </p> + <p> + "Not at present, but as you and my nephew are in the store so much, of + course you would have opportunities of taking it." + </p> + <p> + "Uncle Simon," said John, who was present, "I insist on your searching + me." + </p> + <p> + "I will do so, though I am sure neither you nor Andrew is at fault." + </p> + <p> + "Search me, too, Mr. Rich," said Andy, fearlessly. + </p> + <p> + Nothing was found on John, but thrusting his hand into the upper pocket of + Andy's vest, Simon Rich drew out a folded paper. + </p> + <p> + "What is this?" he cried. "A pawn ticket for a gold watch? What does this + mean?" + </p> + <p> + "Let me see it," said Andy, dumfounded. + </p> + <p> + It was a ticket issued by a Third Avenue pawnbroker for a gold watch, on + which ten dollars appeared to have been loaned. The name of the borrower + appeared as A. Grant. + </p> + <p> + "Miserable boy!" said the salesman, severely; "so you have turned thief. + What a hypocrite you must be!" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what it means," faltered Andy, quite overwhelmed. + </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. — ANDY IS DISCHARGED. + </h2> + <p> + "You don't know what it means!" repeated Simon Rich in a sarcastic tone. + "Probably not. I understand it." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I stole a watch and pawned it, Mr. Rich?" demanded Andy, + with spirit. + </p> + <p> + "There seems to be absolute proof of your dishonesty. Will you explain + how, otherwise, this pawn ticket is found in your pocket?" + </p> + <p> + "I can't explain it, nor can I understand it. All I can say is, that I + never saw it before." + </p> + <p> + "You must think I am a fool to be deceived by such a story." + </p> + <p> + "I can't believe that Andy pawned a watch," said John Crandall, + hypocritically. + </p> + <p> + "Will you be kind enough to inform me who did, then?" asked his uncle, + with pretended severity. + </p> + <p> + "I can't guess." + </p> + <p> + "Nor any one else, I fancy. Of course, Andrew, after this proof of your + dishonesty, I cannot retain you in my, or rather in Mr. Flint's + employment." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Rich, will you do me a favor?" + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Will you go with me to the pawnbroker who issued the ticket and ask him + if he ever saw me before?" + </p> + <p> + "I have no time to go on such a foolish errand. Can you give me the ten + dollars you obtained for the watch?" + </p> + <p> + "I didn't obtain a dollar nor a cent for the watch. I know nothing about + it." + </p> + <p> + "Probably you have laid it away somewhere, or spent it." + </p> + <p> + "That is not true, and I am sure you don't believe it yourself." + </p> + <p> + "No impudence, young man! I am forced to believe it. I have treated you + kindly since Mr. Flint went away, and that is sufficient to show that I + wish to do you no injustice. Is this true or not?" + </p> + <p> + "I have no fault to find with your treatment, except now." + </p> + <p> + "I shall continue to act as your friend. I might have you arrested, and + your conviction would be certain with the evidence I have in my + possession. But I will not do it. I will redeem the watch at my own + expense and be content with discharging you." + </p> + <p> + "I believe there is a plot against me," said Andy, pale but firm. "It will + come out some time. When do you wish me to go?" + </p> + <p> + "At once. I will pay you to the end of the week, but I could not feel safe + in retaining your services any longer. John, will you oblige me by taking + Andrew's place till I have a chance to secure another boy?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Uncle Simon, but I don't want to feel that I have had anything to do + with Andy's discharge." + </p> + <p> + "You have not. No one is responsible for it but himself." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will stay while you need me. I don't want to leave you in a hole." + </p> + <p> + Simon Rich went to the money drawer and drew out a five-dollar bill. + </p> + <p> + "Here is your pay to the end of the week," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I prefer to accept pay only to to-day," replied Andy. + </p> + <p> + "As you please." + </p> + <p> + Andy walked out of the store feeling crushed and overwhelmed. He was all + at sea concerning the pawn ticket. He could not understand how it got into + his pocket. + </p> + <p> + He formed a resolution. He would go around to the pawnbroker's and see if + he could obtain any information. + </p> + <p> + He found the pawn shop without difficulty. It was a small apartment, but + seemed quite full of goods of all varieties. + </p> + <p> + A small man of perhaps sixty was behind the counter. Seated in a + rocking-chair, sewing, an old lady was to be seen in the rear of the shop. + </p> + <p> + Andy had never before been in a pawn shop, and would have been interested + in examining it if his errand had not been so serious. + </p> + <p> + He walked up to the counter. + </p> + <p> + "Well, young man, what is your business?" asked the old man. + </p> + <p> + "Do you remember lending some money on a new gold watch last Monday?" + </p> + <p> + "Was the watch stolen?" asked the pawnbroker, with shade of anxiety. + </p> + <p> + "You will have no difficulty about it. It will be redeemed." + </p> + <p> + "How much did I lend on it?" + </p> + <p> + "Ten dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I remember." + </p> + <p> + "Can you remember who brought it in?" + </p> + <p> + "No, except that it was a boy about your size." + </p> + <p> + "Did he look like me?" + </p> + <p> + "I can't remember. You see, I have so many customers." + </p> + <p> + "I remember," said the old lady, speaking up. "He was about your size." + </p> + <p> + "It was not I?" + </p> + <p> + "No; he was thinner than you, and he was dark complexioned." + </p> + <p> + A light began to dawn upon Andy. This description fitted John Crandall. + </p> + <p> + "Do you remember what kind of an overcoat he wore?" + </p> + <p> + "It was a light overcoat." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. Will you please remember this if you are asked?" + </p> + <p> + "Did the young gentleman own the watch?" + </p> + <p> + "He was employed by another party, but I cannot tell you any more at + present. The watch will probably be redeemed by a man about thirty-five. + Don't mention to him that any one has asked you questions about it." + </p> + <p> + "All right. I shall be glad to oblige you. You are sure it was not + stolen?" + </p> + <p> + "The man who sent the boy was not dishonest. You will have no trouble." + </p> + <p> + "It was a new watch, and I thought it might be stolen. We poor pawnbrokers + have a hard time. If we take stolen property we get into trouble, but how + can we tell if the rings and watches they bring in are stolen?" + </p> + <p> + "Very true. I can see that you must sometimes be puzzled. Do those who + pawn articles generally give their own names?" + </p> + <p> + "Very seldom. They almost always give wrong names. That sometimes leads to + trouble. I remember a gentleman who mislaid his ticket, and he could not + remember what name he gave. If he had we might have overlooked the loss of + the pawn ticket. As it was, we did not know but he might be a fraud, + though I think it was all right, and the watch he pawned was his own." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you for answering my questions. I am sorry to have troubled you," + said Andy, politely. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it is no matter," rejoined the old man, who felt very favorably + impressed by Andy's good looks, and frank, open manner. + </p> + <p> + As Andy went out of the shop he experienced a feeling of relief. He saw + that he would be able to prove his innocence through the testimony of the + pawnbroker and his wife. He was in no hurry. It would do when Mr. Flint + returned. He did not want the friendly jeweler to think that he had been + dishonest. + </p> + <p> + It was clear that he was the victim of a conspiracy, and that the plot had + been engineered by Simon Rich and carried out by his nephew. + </p> + <p> + As Andy's board was paid by Walter Gale, he would not be distressed by + want of employment, but would be able to remain in New York. He might + obtain another position, though he foresaw that it would be useless to + apply to Simon Rich for a letter of recommendation. + </p> + <p> + He had not gone more than a hundred feet when he met a boy whom he knew, + named James Callahan. + </p> + <p> + "How do you happen to be here, Andy?" he asked. "Are you on an errand for + the firm?" + </p> + <p> + "I have left them." + </p> + <p> + "Why is that?" + </p> + <p> + "They—or rather the clerk—charged me with stealing a gold + watch and pawning it." + </p> + <p> + "Where?" asked the boy, in some excitement. + </p> + <p> + Andy pointed out the pawnbroker's shop from which he had just come. + </p> + <p> + "I saw John Crandall coming out of there yesterday." + </p> + <p> + "You did?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I am not surprised. The pawnbroker described to me the boy who pawned the + watch, and I recognized John from the description." + </p> + <p> + "What does it all mean?" + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Flint has gone out West, and Mr. Rich and John have conspired to get + me into trouble." + </p> + <p> + "When were you discharged?" + </p> + <p> + "Less than an hour since." + </p> + <p> + "Who has taken your place?" + </p> + <p> + "John Crandall." + </p> + <p> + James Callahan whistled. + </p> + <p> + "I see," he said. "It was thundering mean. What are you going to do about + it?" + </p> + <p> + "Wait till Mr. Flint comes home. Give me your address. I may want to call + you as a witness." + </p> + <p> + Callahan gave his number on Ninth Avenue. + </p> + <p> + "I will note it down." + </p> + <p> + "How are you going to get along while you are without a place?" asked + James, with friendly solicitude. + </p> + <p> + "I have a friend who will pay my board." + </p> + <p> + "Good! I am glad to hear it." + </p> + <p> + "Now," thought Andy, "I have a chain of proof that will clear me with Mr. + Flint. That is what I care most about." + </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. — AN INVITATION TO DINNER + </h2> + <p> + Andy reached his boarding house at four o'clock. + </p> + <p> + "What brings you home so early, Mr. Grant?" asked Warren, whose door was + open. "Is business poor?" + </p> + <p> + "It is with me," answered Andy; "I am discharged." + </p> + <p> + "You don't tell me so! How did it happen?" + </p> + <p> + "My employer is out West, and the head salesman has discharged me and + engaged his nephew in my place." + </p> + <p> + "It's a shame. What shall you do about it?" + </p> + <p> + "Wait till Mr. Flint gets home." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you won't leave us." + </p> + <p> + "No, I think not." + </p> + <p> + "Of course you will miss your salary. I wish I could lend you some money, + but I have not heard from the article I sent to the <i>Century</i>. If + accepted, they will send me a large check." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Mr. Warren. I shall be able to get along for the present." + </p> + <p> + Soon Sam Perkins arrived, with a new and gorgeous necktie. + </p> + <p> + "Glad to see you, Andy," he said. "Won't you go with me to the Star + Theater this evening?" + </p> + <p> + "I can't, Sam; I have no money to spare." + </p> + <p> + "I thought you got a good salary?" + </p> + <p> + "Just at present I have none at all. I have been discharged." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry for that. I wish there was a vacancy in our place; I should + like to get you in there." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. That is quite friendly." + </p> + <p> + Andy was about to go down to supper when Eva, the servant, came upstairs. + </p> + <p> + "There's a messenger boy downstairs wants to see you, Mr. Grant," she + said. + </p> + <p> + In some surprise Andy went downstairs to see the messenger. He was a short + boy of fourteen, Tom Keegan by name. + </p> + <p> + "I have a letter for Andrew Grant," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Give it to me; I am Andrew Grant. Here's a dime." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said the boy in a tone of satisfaction, for his weekly income + was small. + </p> + <p> + Andy opened the letter. It was written on fashionable note paper. At the + top of the paper was a monogram formed of the letters H and M. + </p> + <p> + Here is the letter: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "MY DEAR MR. GRANT: I shall be glad to have you take dinner with me + at seven o'clock. I should have given you earlier notice, but + supposed you would not be back from the store till six o'clock. You + will meet my son Roy, who is a year or two younger than yourself, + and my brother, John Crawford. Both will be glad to see you. Yours + sincerely, + + "HENRIETTA MASON." +</pre> + <p> + "What is it, Andy?" asked Sam. + </p> + <p> + "You can read the note." + </p> + <p> + "By George, Andy, you are getting into fashionable society! Couldn't you + take me along, too?" + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid I am not well enough acquainted to take such a liberty." + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you what I'll do for you. I'll lend you my best necktie." + </p> + <p> + Sam produced a gorgeous red tie, which he held up admiringly. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Sam," said Andy, "but I think that won't suit me as well as + you." + </p> + <p> + "What are you going to wear?" + </p> + <p> + Andy took from the bureau drawer a plain black tie. + </p> + <p> + "That!" exclaimed Sam, disgusted. "That is awfully plain." + </p> + <p> + "It suits my taste." + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me, Andy, but I don't think you've got any taste." + </p> + <p> + Andy laughed good-naturedly. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly my taste differs from yours," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you'll have a fine layout. I'd like to go to a fashionable + dinner myself." + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you all about it when I get back." + </p> + <p> + "Just mention that you've got a friend—a stylish young man whom + they'd like to meet. That may bring me an invitation next time." + </p> + <p> + Andy laughed. + </p> + <p> + "So far as I am concerned, Sam," he said, "I wish you were going. But you + have an engagement at the Star Theater." + </p> + <p> + "So I have. I almost forgot." + </p> + <p> + Andy had very little time for preparation, but made what haste he could, + and just as the public clocks struck seven he rang the bell of Mrs. + Mason's house. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you received my invitation in time," said the lady. + </p> + <p> + "So am I," returned Andy; "nothing could have been more welcome." + </p> + <p> + Just then Roy and her brother, Mr. Crawford, entered. + </p> + <p> + Roy was a very pleasant-looking boy, with dark-brown hair and a dark + complexion. He was perhaps two inches shorter than Andy. + </p> + <p> + "This is Roy," said Mrs. Mason. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to see you," said Roy, offering his hand. + </p> + <p> + Andy felt that he should like his new boy friend. + </p> + <p> + Next he was introduced to Mr. Crawford, a stout gentleman of perhaps + forty, looking very much like his sister. + </p> + <p> + "I have heard my sister speak of you so often that I am glad to meet you, + Andy," he said, affably. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir." + </p> + <p> + "John, lead the way to the dining room," said his sister. + </p> + <p> + So they filed downstairs, and took their seats at the table. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Crawford sat at the head, opposite his sister, while Roy and Andy + occupied the sides. + </p> + <p> + When dinner was nearly over, Mr. Crawford remarked: + </p> + <p> + "I believe, Andy, you are in the employ of Mr. Flint, the jeweler." + </p> + <p> + "I was," answered Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Surely you have not left him?" exclaimed Mrs. Mason. + </p> + <p> + "No, I have been discharged." + </p> + <p> + "I am surprised to hear it. I thought you were a favorite with Mr. Flint." + </p> + <p> + "So I was. He does not know I have been discharged." + </p> + <p> + "You puzzle me." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Flint is in Colorado, and Mr. Rich, his head salesman, has taken the + opportunity to discharge me, and put his nephew in my place." + </p> + <p> + "But surely he would not venture to do this without some pretext." + </p> + <p> + "He claims that I took a watch from the case, and pawned it." + </p> + <p> + "Of course that is untrue." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, and I am in a position to prove it when Mr. Flint returns." + </p> + <p> + Andy told the story of his visit to the pawn shop, and the discovery he + made there. + </p> + <p> + "This is a shameful plot!" said Mrs. Mason, indignantly. "I am afraid you + are in trouble, deprived of your income." + </p> + <p> + "Fortunately I have no board to pay. That is paid by the gentleman who + procured me the situation." + </p> + <p> + Presently they went upstairs. + </p> + <p> + "Roy," said his mother, "we will excuse you for an hour while you are + getting your Latin lesson." + </p> + <p> + "I don't like Latin, mother," grumbled Roy, "at least not to-night. I am + afraid I can't fix my thoughts on the lesson. I want to be with Andy." + </p> + <p> + "What are you studying in Latin, Roy?" asked Andy. + </p> + <p> + "<i>Caesar</i>." + </p> + <p> + "If you wish, I will help you." + </p> + <p> + "Can you?" asked Roy, joyfully. + </p> + <p> + "I have been through <i>Caesar</i>, and <i>Virgil</i>, also. When I left + the academy I was studying <i>Cicero</i>." + </p> + <p> + "Roy will be glad of your help, Andy," said his mother. "I did not know + you were such a scholar." + </p> + <p> + "I was getting ready for college, but my father's losses required me to + break off." + </p> + <p> + Andy proved such an efficient helper that Roy found himself at leisure in + half an hour. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime Mrs. Mason asked her brother: + </p> + <p> + "What do you think of my protege?" + </p> + <p> + "He seems a manly and attractive boy." + </p> + <p> + "Can't you find something for him to do?" + </p> + <p> + "I will talk with him presently, and then decide." + </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. — NEW PROSPECTS. + </h2> + <p> + After Roy, with Andy's assistance, had prepared his lesson in <i>Caesar</i>, + John Crawford began to converse with him with a view of forming a judgment + of his business qualifications. + </p> + <p> + "Are you especially interested in the jewelry line?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. It was merely chance that led me to Mr. Flint's store." + </p> + <p> + "I see you are a Latin scholar. What career did you expect to follow if + your father's misfortune had not interrupted your education?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I should care for a profession. I prefer a life of + business." + </p> + <p> + "You have had no special business in view?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. I think I could adapt myself to any that I had an opportunity to + follow." + </p> + <p> + "What pay did you receive from Mr. Flint?" + </p> + <p> + "Five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "I will tell you why I am inquiring. I am in the real estate business, in + rather a large way. I have a boy in the office who is not suited to his + position. He is a good scholar, but has no head for business. I have made + up my mind to discharge him on Saturday. Would you like his place?" + </p> + <p> + "Very much, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I can only offer you five dollars a week, but as soon as you make + yourself worth more I will raise you." + </p> + <p> + "That is quite satisfactory, Mr. Crawford. As soon as Mr. Flint returns I + can get a recommendation from him. I am quite sure I shall like your + business better." + </p> + <p> + "My sister's recommendation is sufficient." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, John," said Mrs. Mason. + </p> + <p> + "If you become interested in the business and show an aptitude for it, + there will be a chance to rise. It depends upon that. If you only work for + the money, you won't rise." + </p> + <p> + "I understand, Mr. Crawford, and I am satisfied." + </p> + <p> + "Mother," said Roy, "I wish you would engage Andy to come here evenings + and help me with my lessons. I should learn twice as fast. Besides, I + should like his company." + </p> + <p> + Roy was an only child, and it was the desire of his mother's heart that he + should acquire a good education. Her means were ample and her disposition + generous. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know but Andy would feel too tired, after being in your uncle's + office all day, to teach you in the evening, she said. + </p> + <p> + "Would you, Andy?" asked Roy. + </p> + <p> + "No; I should enjoy reviewing my old studies with you." + </p> + <p> + "Then, I will engage you," said Mrs. Mason. "You can come here at eight + every evening." + </p> + <p> + "I will do so with pleasure." + </p> + <p> + "And for compensation I will pay you as much as my brother does." + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't charge anything for helping Roy," said Andy. "It would only be + a pleasure to me." + </p> + <p> + "Andrew," said Mr. Crawford. "I am afraid you will never make a business + man if you are willing to work on those terms. My advice to you is to + accept my sister's offer. She can afford to pay you what she offers, and + you have your living to make." + </p> + <p> + "I shall insist upon paying," said Mrs. Mason, "though I appreciate Andy's + generous offer." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you very much. With such an income I shall feel rich." + </p> + <p> + "I am so glad you are going to help me, Andy," said Roy. "We'll have bully + times." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think Julius Caesar ever made use of such an expression, Roy," + said his uncle. + </p> + <p> + "When do you wish me to come down to business, Mr. Crawford?" asked Andy. + </p> + <p> + "You may as well come to-morrow, and get broken in before your regular + engagement commences." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to do so." + </p> + <p> + "For this week you need only stay till three o'clock in the afternoon. + There isn't much doing after that." + </p> + <p> + When Andy went home it will not be wondered at if he was in a state of + exhilaration. His discharge from the jeweler's had turned out to his + advantage. His income was now ten dollars a week, and he had no board to + pay. He certainly ought to lay up money. + </p> + <p> + He said to himself that now he would not go back to Mr. Flint's even if he + had the chance. + </p> + <p> + When he entered his room he found Sam Perkins waiting for him. + </p> + <p> + "I have been thinking, Andy," he said, "that I might be able to get you + into our store. I will speak to Mr. Chambers to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "There is no occasion, Sam, though I thank you for your kind offer; I have + a place." + </p> + <p> + "What, already?" ejaculated Sam, in amazement. "What chance have you had + to hunt up a place?" + </p> + <p> + "The place hunted me up," answered Andy, with a smile. "I met a gentleman + at dinner, who offered to take me into his employment." + </p> + <p> + "What business?" + </p> + <p> + "Real estate." + </p> + <p> + "What is the firm?" + </p> + <p> + "John Crawford & Co." + </p> + <p> + "I know of the house. The office is on lower Broadway. It is a big firm." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of that." + </p> + <p> + "How much are you to get?" + </p> + <p> + "Five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Won't you find it hard to live on that?" + </p> + <p> + "I have got another place, too." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" + </p> + <p> + "I am to help a boy about his Latin in the evening. I shall get five + dollars a week for that, too." + </p> + <p> + "What! ten dollars a week in all?" + </p> + <p> + "You are right. I give you credit for your mathematical talent." + </p> + <p> + "Why, Andy, you are born to good luck! I wish I was paid ten dollars a + week," said Sam, rather enviously. "But I didn't know you understood + Latin." + </p> + <p> + "You don't know how learned I am," said Andy, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "When will you get time for your pupil?" + </p> + <p> + "In the evening." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry for that. I sha'n't often meet you if you are to be occupied + day and evening, too." + </p> + <p> + "We shall meet at breakfast and supper. I sha'n't leave here to go uptown + till half-past seven." + </p> + <p> + "But you can't go to the theater." + </p> + <p> + "I am willing to give that up for five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "So would I be." + </p> + <p> + "If I hear of any other boy who needs a Latin tutor I will recommend you." + </p> + <p> + The next morning Andy reported at Mr. Crawford's office. The office he + found to be a large one, consisting of three rooms, one of them small, and + appropriated to Mr. Crawford's special use. + </p> + <p> + In the outer rooms were two or three clerks and a boy. The last, James + Grey, was a good-natured looking fellow, but he had no force or + efficiency. He had already received notice that he was to be discharged on + the coming Saturday. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are coming in my place," said he to Andy. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose so. I am sorry that I shall be throwing you out of a position." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you needn't mind. I am to be telephone boy at an uptown hotel. My + cousin got the place for me." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of that." + </p> + <p> + "It will be a soft snap, I think." + </p> + <p> + "What are the hours?" + </p> + <p> + "I go on at five o'clock in the afternoon, and stay till midnight." + </p> + <p> + "Will you like that?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, I can lie abed the next morning till ten or eleven o'clock, and + I won't have much to do when I am on duty. I shall buy a lot of dime + novels, and that will fill up the time." + </p> + <p> + "How do you like the real estate business?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, so-so. I guess I'll like being a telephone boy better." + </p> + <p> + "Andrew, you may go round with James, and he will give you a little idea + of your duties," said Mr. Crawford. "James, you can go to the post office + now." + </p> + <p> + "All right, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you will soon get another place." + </p> + <p> + "I have got one already, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! I am very glad." + </p> + <p> + "I am to be a telephone boy." + </p> + <p> + "I wish you success." + </p> + <p> + As they walked to the post office together, James remarked: + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Crawford is a nice man, but I guess I don't hustle enough for him." + </p> + <p> + "I think I can hustle," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Then you'll suit him." + </p> + <p> + On Saturday night, when James was paid his salary, he received five + dollars extra as a present. Andy thought this very kind and considerate on + the part of his new employer. To his surprise he, too, was paid half a + week's salary—something he did not expect. + </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. — JOHN CRANDALL SEEKS TO INJURE ANDY + </h2> + <p> + Though Simon Rich had succeeded in reinstating his nephew in the store in + place of Andy, he was not altogether happy. John Crandall was naturally + lazy and inefficient, and his temporary discharge did not seem to have + improved him. + </p> + <p> + When sent out on errands he loitered, and had more than once put his uncle + to considerable inconvenience. He obliged to admit to himself that Andy + had been more satisfactory. + </p> + <p> + In the midst of this experience John preferred a request to have his + salary raised a dollar a week. + </p> + <p> + "You know very well that I have no authority to raise your wages," said + his uncle, sharply. + </p> + <p> + "Why not, Uncle Simon? You have taken me back on your own authority." + </p> + <p> + "And I begin to think that I have made a great mistake." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you'd like to have the country boy back again?" + </p> + <p> + "I am not sure but I would. He did not stay away so long on errands as you + do." + </p> + <p> + "I wonder what he is doing?" said John, starting off on a new tack. "I + don't suppose he can get a new place." + </p> + <p> + "If you see him, you might ask him to call," said Simon Rich. + </p> + <p> + "Why?" asked John, suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "I may discharge you and take him back." + </p> + <p> + "In that case, I will tell Mr. Flint about pawning the watch." + </p> + <p> + Simon Rich looked at his nephew with anger, mingled with dismay. He began + to see, now, that to a certain extent he had put himself in John's power. + </p> + <p> + "You treacherous young rascal, I have a great mind to wring your neck!" he + said, wrathfully. + </p> + <p> + "Uncle Simon," observed John, significantly, "I guess you'd better not act + hastily." + </p> + <p> + "What a fool I was to put myself in the power of that cub!" soliloquized + the head salesman. + </p> + <p> + John saw the effect of his words and decided to follow them up. + </p> + <p> + "Don't you think you can raise my wages?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't. You will be lucky if you stay here till Mr. Flint comes + back. After that, I can't protect you. He will probably be angry to see + you back here. I shall have to tell him that I took you in temporarily. + Now I will give you some advice. If you want to remain here permanently, + turn over a new leaf, and work faithfully. In that case I can speak well + of you, and Mr. Flint may be induced to retain you." + </p> + <p> + John began to think that this might be good advice, and for a day or two + paid more attention to his duties. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder I don't see Andy somewhere," he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + "I am out a good deal, and I ought to meet him. He is probably hunting up + positions." + </p> + <p> + It was not till Tuesday afternoon that he did see him. Andy had been sent + to the St. Denis Hotel to meet a customer of the firm. As he came out he + fell in with John. + </p> + <p> + John was the first to see him. + </p> + <p> + "Hello, Andy!" he exclaimed. "How are you getting along?" + </p> + <p> + "Pretty well, thank you." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you haven't struck a job yet?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, I have." + </p> + <p> + "You have!" ejaculated John, in surprise. "What kind of a job?" + </p> + <p> + "I am in a large real estate office down town." + </p> + <p> + "Did they take you without a recommendation?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "My uncle wouldn't give you one." + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't ask him for one." + </p> + <p> + "Who did recommend you, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Mason, of West Fifty-sixth Street." + </p> + <p> + "I know. She is one of our customers." + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Probably she hasn't heard of your being suspected of pawning a watch from + our stock." + </p> + <p> + "You might tell her." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I shall," John said to himself. "What pay do you get?" + </p> + <p> + "Five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think you would get a place." + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled. + </p> + <p> + "I presume Mr. Rich did not care to have me get another place." + </p> + <p> + "He thought you would have to go back to the country." + </p> + <p> + "I am better off than when I was in the jewelry store," said Andy. "How + are you getting along?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, first-class." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you will be able to keep the place." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't know but you might be wanting to come back." + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't go back if I had the chance." + </p> + <p> + John was pleased to hear this. He was afraid that Mr. Flint might not be + satisfied with his uncle's explanation, and that somehow the truth might + come out. + </p> + <p> + "You must excuse me now," said Andy. "I ought to go back to the office at + once." + </p> + <p> + John returned to the jeweler's full of excitement. + </p> + <p> + "Whom do you think I met just now, Uncle Simon?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Andy?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Did you speak with him?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose he is hunting for a place." + </p> + <p> + "No; he has got one." + </p> + <p> + "Where is he working?" + </p> + <p> + "In a real estate office down town. He is getting five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think he could get a place without a recommendation." + </p> + <p> + "He was recommended by one of our customers—Mrs. Mason." + </p> + <p> + "I see. Well, that is lucky for him." + </p> + <p> + Simon Rich spoke indifferently. He was rather glad that Andy had found a + place, as Mr. Flint would be less likely to find fault with his dismissal. + </p> + <p> + Not so John. He had never forgiven Andy for superseding him, and he felt + aggrieved that he had so soon found employment. Thinking it over, there + came to him a mean suggestion. He might be able to get Andy discharged + from his present place. + </p> + <p> + As his uncle seemed indifferent, and might not approve of his contemplated + action, he decided to say nothing about it. + </p> + <p> + That evening, after supper, he made his way up to West Fifty-sixth Street, + and sought out the residence of Mrs. Mason. + </p> + <p> + He rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + "Can I see Mrs. Mason?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "What name shall I mention?" + </p> + <p> + "Say it is a boy from Mr. Flint's." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Mason received the message in some surprise. What could a boy from + Flint's have to say to her? + </p> + <p> + However, she entered the parlor, where John Crandall was waiting to see + her. + </p> + <p> + "You are from Mr. Flint's?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, ma'am." + </p> + <p> + "What business can you have with me? I have bought no jewelry lately." + </p> + <p> + "I know it, Mrs. Mason. It isn't about jewelry I wish to speak." + </p> + <p> + "What, then?" + </p> + <p> + "I met, to-day, a boy who was lately employed by our firm—Andrew + Grant." + </p> + <p> + "Well?" + </p> + <p> + "He said you had recommended him to a real estate firm down town." + </p> + <p> + "I did so." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you didn't know that he had been discharged from our place for + dishonesty." + </p> + <p> + "I begin to understand," thought Mrs. Mason, and she sat down and examined + John curiously. + </p> + <p> + "Did he steal anything?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, ma'am," answered John, glibly. "He took a watch—a gold watch + out of the case and pawned it." + </p> + <p> + "That was bad. And you have come up to tell me of it? You are very + considerate. Did Mr. Rich send you, or do you come of your own accord?" + </p> + <p> + "I came of my own accord. I thought you were deceived in the boy." + </p> + <p> + "What do you think I ought to do?" + </p> + <p> + "I thought you would take back the recommendation and get the boy + discharged." + </p> + <p> + "Can you wait here half an hour while I consider what is best to be done?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, ma'am." ("I guess I've put a spoke in his wheel," thought John.) + </p> + <p> + In about half an hour the door opened, and to John's amazement Andy walked + in. + </p> + <p> + "You here!" he gasped. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I hear you have been warning Mrs. Mason against me." + </p> + <p> + "I thought she ought to know that you were sent away from our store in + disgrace." + </p> + <p> + "I have something to say to you," said Andy, quietly. "I have been to the + pawnbroker's, and got a description of the boy who pawned the watch!" + </p> + <p> + John turned pale. + </p> + <p> + "I see you understand," Andy went on, "who did it. So do I, and so does + Mrs. Mason. You won't make anything by your attempt to injure me. + Good-evening!" + </p> + <p> + John Crandall left the house without a word. He began to be alarmed. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose Andy tells Flint," he soliloquized. "No matter; he can't prove + it." + </p> + <p> + But he felt uneasy, nevertheless. He did not say anything to his uncle + about his visit. + </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. — MR. FLINT'S RETURN. + </h2> + <p> + Mr. Crawford was something more than an ordinary real estate dealer. He + was thorough and painstaking in whatever he undertook. + </p> + <p> + In his private office he had a library of volumes relating to + architecture, practical building, real estate, law, etc. This Andy + discovered, and he asked his employer if he might borrow books therefrom. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Crawford seemed pleased, but he asked: + </p> + <p> + "Do you think you will feel any interest in such dry volumes?" + </p> + <p> + "I shall not read for interest, but for improvement," answered Andy. "If I + am to follow up this business I want to find out all I can about it." + </p> + <p> + "You are an unusually sensible boy," said Mr. Crawford. "I am sure you + will succeed." + </p> + <p> + "I mean to, if it is possible." + </p> + <p> + From this time John Crawford felt an added interest in Andy, and took + pains to push him forward, and gave him practical information about real + estate. + </p> + <p> + "How do you like Andy, John?" asked Mrs. Mason, not long afterward. + </p> + <p> + "He is a treasure. He does credit to your recommendation." + </p> + <p> + "I am very much pleased to hear you say so. I consider him a remarkable + boy. Roy gets much higher marks at school since Andy began to help him in + his lessons." + </p> + <p> + One day Andy was sent up to the Grand Central Depot on an errand. He + arrived just as a train came in from the West. What was his surprise to + see Mr. Flint getting out of a parlor car. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Flint!" he cried, joyfully. + </p> + <p> + "Andy!" exclaimed the jeweler. "It seems pleasant to see a home face. But + how do you happen to be up here at this time? Did Mr. Rich send you?" + </p> + <p> + "Then you have not heard—" began Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Heard what?" + </p> + <p> + "That I have been discharged from your store." + </p> + <p> + "When did this happen?" asked the jeweler, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "About two weeks ago." + </p> + <p> + "Rich never wrote me about it. Who is in your place?" + </p> + <p> + "John Crandall." + </p> + <p> + "His nephew? The boy I discharged?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Flint's face assumed a stern look. + </p> + <p> + "This will have to be explained," he said. "What was the pretext for + discharging you?" + </p> + <p> + "Dishonesty. He charged me with stealing a gold watch and pawning it." + </p> + <p> + "Ridiculous!" + </p> + <p> + "Then you don't believe me guilty?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly not." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Mr. Flint." + </p> + <p> + "Tell me the circumstances." + </p> + <p> + "Please excuse me now, Mr. Flint. I am in a real estate office, and am on + an errand. If you like, I will call at your house and explain. In the + meantime I will let Mr. Rich give you his version." + </p> + <p> + "Call this evening, Andy." + </p> + <p> + "It will have to be between seven and half-past seven, as I have a pupil + in the evening." + </p> + <p> + "Come to supper at my house, as soon after six as possible." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, sir." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Flint had telegraphed to Simon Rich of his coming, but through some + mistake the telegram did not reach him, so that he was quite taken by + surprise when his employer entered the store. + </p> + <p> + "I had no idea you were anywhere near New York, Mr. Flint," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Didn't you get my telegram from Buffalo, Mr. Rich?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. I hope you are well." + </p> + <p> + Just then John Crandall came in from an errand. + </p> + <p> + "You here!" said the jeweler. "Where is Andy Grant?" + </p> + <p> + "I was obliged to discharge him," replied Rich, nervously. + </p> + <p> + "Why?" + </p> + <p> + "Very much to my surprise I discovered that he had stolen a gold watch + from the case." + </p> + <p> + "What evidence had you of it?" + </p> + <p> + "I found the pawn ticket in his pocket. He pawned it on Third Avenue." + </p> + <p> + "This surprises me very much," said the jeweler, quietly. "Andrew did not + strike me as a dishonest boy." + </p> + <p> + "I was amazed, sir. I could hardly believe my eyes." + </p> + <p> + "What led you to search for the ticket?" + </p> + <p> + "I knew that the watch must have been taken either by him or John, who + came into the shop occasionally. I accordingly searched both." + </p> + <p> + "And you found the ticket in Andrew's pocket?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "What did he say? Did he admit the theft?" + </p> + <p> + "No; he brazened it out, but of course the evidence was overwhelming." + </p> + <p> + "So you discharged him?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I did not dare to have him remain." + </p> + <p> + "And you engaged your nephew in his place?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. John happened to be here, and knew something of the duties, so + I engaged him temporarily, subject, of course, to your approval." + </p> + <p> + "Where is Andrew now? Have you seen him since?" + </p> + <p> + "John saw him one day. Where was it, John?" + </p> + <p> + "On Broadway, near the St. Denis Hotel. He said he had a place." + </p> + <p> + "Where?" + </p> + <p> + "In a real estate office." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you gave him no recommendation, Mr. Rich?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; I couldn't do it conscientiously. Of course, now that you have + returned, if you are dissatisfied with John's being here, we can advertise + for another boy." + </p> + <p> + "I will take a day to consider it. I shall only stay here half an hour and + then go up to the house." + </p> + <p> + When Mr. Flint left the store, Simon Rich said: + </p> + <p> + "The old man took Andy's discharge more quietly than I anticipated." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think he will let me stay, Uncle Simon?" + </p> + <p> + "I can't tell yet. One thing I must tell you—you won't stay long + unless you turn over a new leaf and attend to your duties." + </p> + <p> + "I'll do that, never fear! What I am afraid of is, that Andy will come + around and tell a lot of lies." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think it will work. You see, the pawn ticket was found in his + pocket. He can't get over that very well." + </p> + <p> + John knew more than his uncle of the nature of Andy's defense, and he + could not help feeling apprehensive. + </p> + <p> + Soon after six o'clock Andy made his appearance at Mr. Flint's house, + where he was cordially received. + </p> + <p> + "I have heard the story of Mr. Rich, Andy," he said. "Now let me have your + defense." + </p> + <p> + "I can give it very briefly. The watch was pawned by John Crandall. Of + course it was given him by Mr. Rich." + </p> + <p> + "How did you find that out?" + </p> + <p> + "I went around to the pawnbroker's, and obtained a description of the boy + who pawned the watch. It tallied exactly with John's appearance. That was + not all. I met, the same day, a boy named Jimmy Callahan. He saw John + coming out of the pawnbroker's the day before the charge was made against + me." + </p> + <p> + "That is pretty conclusive. Can you explain how the ticket was put in your + pocket?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; that puzzles me." + </p> + <p> + "It could easily be done, no doubt. Now, do you want to return to my + employ?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir, I think not. I am in a real estate office, and I think there is + more chance for me to rise." + </p> + <p> + "How did you obtain the position?" + </p> + <p> + "Through Mrs. Mason, of West Fifty-sixth Street. She has been a very good + friend to me. The gentleman who employs me is her brother." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be sorry to lose you, Andy, but I wish you to consult your own + interest. As to John Crandall, I shall discharge him at once. I will not + permit him to profit by the conspiracy against you. Can you stay this + evening?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. I am helping Mrs. Mason's son, Roy, in his Latin lessons. For + this I am paid five dollars per week." + </p> + <p> + "You seem to be very well provided for, I must say." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, I have been fortunate." + </p> + <p> + The next day Mr. Flint notified Simon Rich that he was acquainted with the + manner in which evidence had been procured against Andy. Then he turned to + the nephew. + </p> + <p> + "The watch was pawned by you, John," he said, "under the direction of your + uncle." + </p> + <p> + "No, sir," said John. "If Andy Grant has told you this he has told a lie." + </p> + <p> + "The matter is easily settled. Come around with me to the pawnbroker's." + </p> + <p> + John stammered and finally confessed. + </p> + <p> + "Of course I cannot retain your services after this. You, Mr. Rich, may + remain till the end of the month. I shall then feel obliged to make a + change." + </p> + <p> + Never were two conspirators more quickly punished. Simon Rich repented + bitterly yielding to the temptation to injure Andy. His malice had + recoiled upon himself. + </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. — ANDY MAKES AN INVESTMENT. + </h2> + <p> + Andy wrote to his friend, Walter Gale, who, it will be remembered, was + watching in Pennsylvania by the bedside of his uncle, giving him an + account of his change of business. He received the following reply: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "I felt indignant when I read your news of the conspiracy of Simon + Rich, but was pleased that it led to your advantage. I am inclined + to think that you will find your new business a better one than the + jewelry trade. The latter, if you went in for yourself, would call + for a large capital. In the real estate business capital is not so + much needed as good judgment and a large lot of acquaintances. I am + not personally acquainted with Mr. Crawford, but know him by + reputation as an energetic and honorable business man. If you do not + find your income adequate, all you have to do is to apply to me. I + will send you fifty dollars or more at any time. + + "Now, as to the prospects of my return, they are remote. My uncle + seems cheered by my presence, and his health has improved. He cannot + live more than a year or two at the best, but when I came here it + seemed to be only a matter of months. I shall remain while I can do + him good. + + "When Mr. Flint returns he will do you justice. You can afford to + wait, as your income is larger than before. You suggest that I need + not continue to pay your board. This, however, I intend to do, and + will advise you to lay aside some money every week, and deposit in a + savings bank. The habit of saving is excellent, and cannot be formed + too early." +</pre> + <p> + "I am lucky to have such a friend," reflected Andy, as he finished reading + this letter. "I will try to make myself worthy of such good fortune." + </p> + <p> + At the end of six months Andy had acquired a large practical acquaintance + with the real estate business. He displayed a degree of judgment which + surprised Mr. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + "You seem more like a young man than a boy," he said. "I am not at all + sure but I could leave my business in your hands if I wished to be + absent." + </p> + <p> + This compliment pleased Andy. He had also been raised to seven dollars a + week, and this he regarded as a practical compliment. + </p> + <p> + One evening on his return from West Fifty-sixth Street he strayed into the + Fifth Avenue Hotel, where he sat down to rest in the reading room. + </p> + <p> + Two men were sitting near him whose conversation he could not help + hearing. + </p> + <p> + "I own a considerable plot in Tacoma," said one. "I bought it two years + since, when I was on my way back from California. I should like to sell + the plot if I could get a purchaser." + </p> + <p> + "If the Northern Pacific Railroad is ever completed, the land will be + valuable," replied the other. + </p> + <p> + "True; but will it ever be completed? That date will be very remote, I + fancy." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think so. I would buy the land myself if I had the money, but + just at present I have none to spare. How much did you invest?" + </p> + <p> + "A thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "You might sell, perhaps, through a real estate agent?" + </p> + <p> + "The real estate agents here know very little of Western property. I + should not know to whom to apply." + </p> + <p> + Andy thought he saw a chance to procure business for his firm. + </p> + <p> + "Gentlemen," he said, "will you excuse my saying that I am in a real + estate office, and think you can make some satisfactory arrangement with + us?" + </p> + <p> + At the same time he handed the owner of the Tacoma property a card of the + firm. + </p> + <p> + "Crawford!" repeated his friend. "Yes, that is a reputable firm. You + cannot do better than adopt the young man's suggestion." + </p> + <p> + Andy Grant had written his name on the card. + </p> + <p> + "You are rather young for a real estate agent, Mr. Grant," remarked the + lot owner. + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled. + </p> + <p> + "I am only a subordinate," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Has your principal ever dealt in Western property?" asked Mr. Bristol. + </p> + <p> + "Not to any extent, but I have heard him speak favorably of it." + </p> + <p> + "I will call at your office to-morrow forenoon, then." + </p> + <p> + Andy apprised Mr. Crawford of the appointment made. + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to see your acquaintance, Andy," said Mr. Crawford. "I + have advices from a friend of mine in Washington that the railroad is sure + to be completed within a short time. This land will be worth buying. Have + you any money?" + </p> + <p> + "I have a hundred dollars in a savings bank," answered Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Then I will give you a quarter interest in the purchase, and you can give + me a note for the balance which at present you are unable to pay. I am + sure we shall make a good deal of money within a short time, and I want + you to reap some advantage, as it will have come to me through you." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir. I shall be very glad to have a share in the investment." + </p> + <p> + About eleven o'clock, James Bristol, who proved to be a resident of + Newark, New Jersey, presented himself at the office and was introduced by + Andy to Mr. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + "Andy has told me of your business," said the real estate agent. "You have + some property in Tacoma." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I was persuaded to invest in some two years since. Now I need the + money. Do you think you can find me a customer?" + </p> + <p> + "What do you ask for it?" + </p> + <p> + "A thousand dollars—the same price I paid." + </p> + <p> + "Is it eligibly situated?" + </p> + <p> + "If the town ever amounts to anything, it will be in the business part." + </p> + <p> + "How many lots will it divide into?" + </p> + <p> + "Twenty-five of the usual city dimensions." + </p> + <p> + "Then I think I will take it off your hands. Part I will reserve for + myself, and a part I will allot to a friend." + </p> + <p> + "Can you pay me cash?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I will make out a check at once." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Bristol breathed a sigh of satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + "I don't mind telling you," he said, "that I am very glad to realize on + the investment. I have to meet a note for five hundred dollars in three + days, and I was at a loss to know how to raise the money." + </p> + <p> + "Then the transaction will be mutually satisfactory," rejoined Mr. + Crawford. + </p> + <p> + "Well, Andy," said his employer, when his customer left the office, "we + are now Western land owners. I will draw up a note, which I will get you + to sign, for a hundred and fifty dollars, and you can assign to me the + money in the savings bank. I shall expect interest at the rate of six per + cent." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be very glad to pay it, sir." + </p> + <p> + It was a satisfaction to Andy to think that he had made an investment + which was likely ere many years to make him golden returns. He began to + read with interest the accounts of the growth and development of the West, + and decided to be unusually economical in the future, so as to be able to + pay up the note due to Mr. Crawford, that he might feel that he owned his + Western property without incumbrance. + </p> + <p> + While Andy, as a rule, dressed neatly, there was one respect in which he + did not win the approval of his neighbor, Sam Perkins. + </p> + <p> + "I should think a boy with your income would be more particular about his + neckties," said Sam. + </p> + <p> + "What's the matter with my neckties, Sam? Are they not neat?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but they are plain, such as a Quaker might wear. Why don't you get a + showy tie, like mine?" + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled as he noticed the gorgeous tie which his friend wore. + </p> + <p> + "I don't like to be showy," he said. + </p> + <p> + "You'll never attract the attention of the girls with such a plain tie as + you wear. Now, when I walked on Fifth Avenue last Sunday afternoon, as + many as twenty girls looked admiringly at my tie." + </p> + <p> + "That would make me feel bashful, Sam." + </p> + <p> + "Let me bring you one from the store like mine. You shall have it at the + wholesale price." + </p> + <p> + "No; I think not. It wouldn't be as becoming to me as to you. I don't want + to be considered a dude." + </p> + <p> + "I don't mind it. Next week I'm going to buy a pair of patent leathers. + They will be really economical, as I shall not have to spend money on + shines." + </p> + <p> + One Saturday afternoon, when Andy was walking through one of the quiet + streets west of Bleecker, his attention was drawn to a small boy, + apparently about eleven years old, who was quietly crying as he walked + along the sidewalk. He had never seen the boy before that he could + remember, yet his face wore a familiar expression. + </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. — SQUIRE CARTER'S RELATIVES. + </h2> + <p> + Andy was kind-hearted, and the boy's evident sorrow appealed to him. He + went forward and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I went to the baker's to buy some bread for mother, and the baker tells + me that the quarter is a bad one." + </p> + <p> + "Let me look at it." + </p> + <p> + The coin had a dull appearance and a greasy feeling. It was unquestionably + counterfeit. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it is bad," said Andy. "Is your mother poor?" + </p> + <p> + "Very poor," answered the boy. "This quarter was all the money she had, + and now we shall have no supper." + </p> + <p> + "Whom do you mean by 'we'?" + </p> + <p> + "My little brother and myself." + </p> + <p> + Andy intended at first simply to give the boy a good coin for the bad one, + but he saw that there was a call for something more. + </p> + <p> + "Do you live near here?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; just across the street." + </p> + <p> + "I will go back with you to the baker's, and then I will go with you to + see your mother. Perhaps I can help her." + </p> + <p> + The boy put his hand confidingly in Andy's, and the two went a little + distance to the baker's. + </p> + <p> + "Now make your purchases," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "If you have brought back that bad quarter I won't take it," announced the + baker, sharply. + </p> + <p> + "I will pay you," said Andy, quietly. + </p> + <p> + "Then it's all right. The boy brought me a very bad quarter. I have to + look sharp, for a good many bad coins are offered me." + </p> + <p> + Andy produced a genuine silver piece, and the bread was handed to the boy, + with the change. + </p> + <p> + The boy looked at it hesitatingly. + </p> + <p> + "It is yours," he said to Andy. + </p> + <p> + "No, I have changed quarters with you. I will keep the bad one." + </p> + <p> + Again he looked at the boy, and again the resemblance to some familiar + face puzzled him. + </p> + <p> + "What is your name?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Ben Carter." + </p> + <p> + Carter! That explained it. The boy looked like Conrad Carter, though he + had a pleasanter expression. + </p> + <p> + "Have you an Uncle Philemon?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + "How did you know?" asked the boy, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Because you look like Conrad Carter." + </p> + <p> + "He is my cousin." + </p> + <p> + "And you are poor?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Your uncle is considered rich." + </p> + <p> + "I know he is, but he won't do anything for mother." + </p> + <p> + Andy was now all the more desirous of seeing the boy's family. + </p> + <p> + "I know your uncle," he said. "Do you think he knows you are so poor?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, for mother has written to him." + </p> + <p> + By this time they had reached the place which Ben called home. + </p> + <p> + "Go upstairs and I will follow," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + They went up two flights, and the boy opened a door at the top of the + landing. + </p> + <p> + There was a woman not far from forty in the room. On her face was a look + of settled sorrow. At her knee was a small boy five years of age. She + looked at Andy inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + "Mother," said Ben, "here is the bread. I couldn't have bought it, for the + quarter was bad, if this boy had not given me another quarter." + </p> + <p> + "This young gentleman," corrected the mother. + </p> + <p> + "No, Mrs. Carter; I am a boy, and I prefer to be called so. I came up with + Ben, for I find that he is related to Squire Carter, of Arden, whom I know + very well." + </p> + <p> + "You know Philemon Carter?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; he lives in Arden. That is my birthplace." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Carter's countenance fell. + </p> + <p> + "Philemon Carter was my husband's brother," she said; "but there is little + friendship between us." + </p> + <p> + "He is reputed rich." + </p> + <p> + "And we are poor. I see you wonder at that. When my husband's father died, + Philemon was executor. It was understood that he was worth twenty-five + thousand dollars. Yet of this amount my poor husband received but one + thousand. I may be uncharitable, but I have always felt that Philemon + cheated us out of our rightful share." + </p> + <p> + "I should not be surprised. I never liked Squire Carter. He always seemed + to me to be a selfish man." + </p> + <p> + "He has certainly acted selfishly toward us." + </p> + <p> + "Does he know of your poverty?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. Only two weeks since, in a fit of despair, I wrote to him for help. + Here is his answer." + </p> + <p> + She handed a letter to Andy. He instantly recognized the handwriting of + the magnate of Arden. + </p> + <p> + "Shall I read it?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, do so, and let me know what you think of it." + </p> + <p> + This was the letter: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "SOPHIA: I have received your letter, and am surprised that you + should expect me to help support you. You are my brother's widow, it + is true, but your destitution is no fault of mine. My brother was + always shiftless and unpractical, and to such men good luck never + comes. He might at any rate have insured his life, and so made + comfortable provision for you. You cannot expect me to repair his + negligence. You say you have two boys, one eleven years of age. He + is certainly able to earn money by selling papers or tending an + office. + + "As for myself, I am not a rich man, but have always been careful to + meet my expenses and provide for the future. I, too, have a son, + Conrad, whom I think it my duty to educate and start in life. Any + money I might send you would be so much taken from him. I advise you + to apply to some charitable society if you need temporary + assistance. It will be much better than to write me begging letters. + Yours truly, + + "PHILEMON CARTER." +</pre> + <p> + "This is a very cold-blooded letter," said Andy, indignantly. "He might at + least have inclosed a five-dollar bill." + </p> + <p> + "He inclosed nothing. I shall never apply to him again." + </p> + <p> + "Philemon Carter is considered to be one of the richest men in Arden. He + is taxed for twenty-five thousand dollars, and is probably worth double + that sum. People wonder where he got all his money." + </p> + <p> + "A part of it is my husband's rightful share of the estate, I have no + doubt." + </p> + <p> + "Can you do nothing about it?" + </p> + <p> + "How can I? I am poor and have no influential friends. He denies + everything." + </p> + <p> + "I will think of that, Mrs. Carter. I know a lawyer down town who may some + time look into the matter for you. In the meanwhile, is there any special + work you can do?" + </p> + <p> + "Before I was married I was for a time a typewriter." + </p> + <p> + "I will see if I can hear of a situation of that kind. The lawyer I spoke + of may require an operator." + </p> + <p> + "I would thankfully accept such a position." + </p> + <p> + "Does Ben earn anything?" + </p> + <p> + "He makes a little selling papers." + </p> + <p> + "He ought to be going to school at his age." + </p> + <p> + "If I could get any work to do I would send him." + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Carter, will you accept a little help from me?" + </p> + <p> + Andy drew a five-dollar bill from his pocketbook and tendered it to the + widow. + </p> + <p> + "But," she said, "can you spare this? It is a large sum, and you are only + a boy, probably not earning much." + </p> + <p> + "I am a boy, but I am handsomely paid for my services. Besides, I have + good friends to whom I can apply if I run short of money." + </p> + <p> + "Heaven bless you!" said Mrs. Carter, earnestly. "You cannot tell how much + good this money will do me. This morning I was utterly discouraged. I felt + that the Lord had forsaken me. But I was mistaken. He has raised up for me + a good friend, who—" + </p> + <p> + "Hopes to be of a good deal more service to you. I must leave you now, but + I shall bear you in mind, and hope soon to be the bearer of good tidings. + I will take down your address, and call upon you again soon. Will you + allow me to offer you a suggestion?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly." + </p> + <p> + "Then send out and buy some meat. This dry bread is not sufficient for + you. Don't be afraid to spend the money I leave with you. I will see that + you have more." + </p> + <p> + As Andy left Mrs. Carter's humble home he felt more than ever the cold and + selfish character of the man who, himself living luxuriously, suffered his + brother's family to want. + </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. WARREN AND HIS SUCCESS. + </h2> + <p> + Andy told Mr. Crawford about the poor family he had visited, and what he + had done to help them. + </p> + <p> + "You must let me refund the money, Andy," said his employer. "Five dollars + is a good deal for a boy to give." + </p> + <p> + "Don't forget that I have a double income, Mr. Crawford. I would prefer + that this money should come from me. If you are willing to give another + five dollars, it will be appreciated." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will make it ten. Will you take charge of this bill and give it to + Mrs. Carter?" + </p> + <p> + "With the greatest pleasure, Mr. Crawford. You have no idea what happiness + it will give the family." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you called my attention to their needs. If I could do anything + more to help them—" + </p> + <p> + "You can if you know any one who wants a typewriter." + </p> + <p> + "Is the boy able to work a typewriter?" + </p> + <p> + "No, but the mother is. Before her marriage she was in a lawyer's office." + </p> + <p> + "That is a fortunate suggestion. I have a college friend—a classmate + at Columbia—Mr. Gardner, who has just parted with his typewriter, + who is about to be married." + </p> + <p> + "May I call at his office, and ask for the situation for Mrs. Carter?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; it is on Nassau Street." + </p> + <p> + Andy seized his hat and went over to the lawyer's office. + </p> + <p> + It was 132 Nassau Street, in the Vanderbilt Building. He went up in the + elevator and found Mr. Gardner in. + </p> + <p> + "I come from Mr. Crawford," said Andy. "He says you need a typewriter." + </p> + <p> + "Are you a typewriter?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I ask for the position for a lady;" and he told the story. + </p> + <p> + "You say she has had experience in a lawyer's office?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "That will make her more desirable. When can she call?" + </p> + <p> + "I will have her here to-morrow morning at any hour." + </p> + <p> + "Say ten o'clock—a little before, perhaps." + </p> + <p> + The lawyer was a pleasant-looking man of medium age, and Andy felt sure + that he would be a kind and considerate employer. + </p> + <p> + After office hours, and before going up to his pupil, Andy called at the + humble home of Mrs. Carter. The widow's face brightened as she saw him. + </p> + <p> + "You are my good friend," she said. "You are welcome." + </p> + <p> + "My employer, Mr. Crawford, sends you this," and Andy displayed the bill. + </p> + <p> + "It is a godsend. It will enable me to pay my rent, due on Saturday, and + give me three dollars over." + </p> + <p> + "But that is not all. I have procured you a situation as typewriter in a + lawyer's office. You will have to be on hand to-morrow morning a little + before ten. The office is Mr. Gardner's, at 132 Nassau Street." + </p> + <p> + "I can hardly believe in my good fortune. I will be there." + </p> + <p> + "Can you leave the children?" + </p> + <p> + "I will ask my neighbor, Mrs. Parker, to look after them. What a good + young man you are!" she exclaimed, gratefully. + </p> + <p> + "Not young man—boy," corrected Andy, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "Won't you stay and take a cup of tea?" + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Mrs. Carter, but I have an evening engagement. Oh, by the way, + I forgot to say that Mr. Gardner will pay you ten dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "I shall feel rich. I shall no longer be worried by thoughts of + starvation." + </p> + <p> + "Some time you might consult Mr. Gardner about your brother-in-law's + withholding your share of the estate. He will be able to advise you." + </p> + <p> + Andy felt a warm glow in his heart at the thought of the happiness he had + been instrumental in bringing to the poor family. He had learned the great + lesson that some never learn, that there is nothing so satisfactory as + helping others. We should have a much better world if that was generally + understood. + </p> + <p> + The next day Andy received a letter from his stanch friend, Valentine + Burns. He read it eagerly, for it brought him some home news, and in spite + of his success he had not forgotten Arden and his many friends there. + </p> + <p> + This was the letter: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "DEAR ANDY: How long it seems since I saw you! You know that you + were my most intimate friend, and of course I miss you very much. To + be sure, there is Conrad, who seems willing to bestow his company + upon me, as my father happens to be pretty well off, but I look upon + Conrad as a snob, and don't care much about him. When we met + yesterday, he inquired after you. + + "'What's your friend, Andy Grant, doing in the city?' + + "'He is in a real estate office,' I replied. + + "'Humph! how much does he get paid?' + + "'Five dollars.' + + "'That is probably more than he earns, but it isn't much to live + upon.' + + "I didn't care to tell him that you had another income, but said: + 'Don't you think you could live on it?' + + "'I couldn't live on ten dollars a week,' said Conrad, loftily. + 'But, then, I haven't been accustomed to live like Andy Grant.' + + "It must be pleasant to you to know that Conrad feels so much + interest in your welfare. + + "Sometimes I see your father. He looks careworn. I suppose he is + thinking of the difficult position in which he is placed. I am sorry + to say that last week he lost his best cow by some disease. I heard + that he valued it at fifty dollars. I hope that you won't let this + worry you. The tide will turn some time. I saw your mother day + before yesterday. She is glad of your success, but of course she + misses you. She always receives me very cordially, knowing that we + are intimate friends. + + "I wish I could see you, Andy. You have no idea how I miss you. I + like quite a number of the boys, but none is so near to me as you + were. + + "Well, Andy, I must close. Come to Arden soon, if you can. It will + do us good to see you, and I think even Conrad will be glad, as it + will give him a chance to pump you as to your position. + + "Your affectionate friend, + + "VALENTINE BURNS." +</pre> + <p> + "So father has lost his best cow—old Whitey," said Andy, + thoughtfully. "If I were not owing money to Mr. Crawford for the land in + Tacoma I would buy him a new one, but some time I hope the land will be + valuable, and then I can make the loss good to father." + </p> + <p> + The reader has not, I hope, forgotten Andy's fellow lodger, S. Byron + Warren. Mr. Warren was always writing something for the <i>Century</i>, + the <i>Atlantic</i>, or some other leading magazine, but never had been + cheered by an acceptance. The magazine editors seemed leagued against him. + </p> + <p> + But one evening, when Andy returned from the office, he found Mr. Warren + beaming with complacence. + </p> + <p> + "You look happy to-night, Mr. Warren," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered the author; "look at that." + </p> + <p> + He held out to Andy an eight-page paper called <i>The Weekly Magnet</i>, + and pointed out a story of two columns on the second page. Under the title + Andy read, "By S. Byron Warren." It was called "The Magician's Spell; A + Tale of Sunny Spain." + </p> + <p> + "I congratulate you," said Andy. "When did you write the story?" + </p> + <p> + "Last winter." + </p> + <p> + "How does it happen to be published so late?" + </p> + <p> + "You see, I sent it first to <i>Scribner's</i>, then to <i>Harper's</i>, + and then to the <i>Atlantic</i>. They didn't seem to fancy it, so I sent + it to the <i>Magnet</i>." + </p> + <p> + "I hope they paid you for it." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Warren, proudly. "They gave me a dollar and a half for + it." + </p> + <p> + "Isn't that rather small?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, it is small, but the paper is poor. The editor wrote to me that he + would be glad to pay me ten dollars for such a sketch when they are more + prosperous." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you will write again? You must feel greatly encouraged." + </p> + <p> + "I have been writing another story to-day. I shall mail it to them + to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "I hope the <i>Magnet</i> will prosper for your sake." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I hope so, too. Ah, Andy, you don't know how it seems to see + your own words in print!" said the author. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid I never shall, Mr. Warren. I was not intended for an author." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I think you might write something," said Warren, patronizingly. + </p> + <p> + "No; I shall leave the literary field to you." + </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. — ANDY MAKES A COMMISSION. + </h2> + <p> + Mr. Crawford was busy in his office when a gentleman of fifty entered. + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are at leisure, Crawford," he said. + </p> + <p> + "But I am not, Mr. Grayling. I am unusually busy." + </p> + <p> + "I wanted you to go out and show me that house in Mount Vernon which you + mentioned to me the other day. My wife is desirous of moving from the city + for the sake of the children." + </p> + <p> + "Won't to-morrow do?" + </p> + <p> + "To-morrow I shall be busy myself. To-day is so fine that I managed to get + off. Can't you manage to go?" + </p> + <p> + "No, Grayling, I can't possibly be spared from the office." + </p> + <p> + "Is there no one you can send with me?" + </p> + <p> + Mr. Crawford hesitated a moment. Then, as his eye fell upon Andy, he had a + sudden thought. + </p> + <p> + "I will send this young man," he said. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Grayling smiled. + </p> + <p> + "He seems quite a young man," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Mr. Crawford, with an answering smile, "he is several years + short of forty." + </p> + <p> + "If you think he will do I shall be glad of his company." + </p> + <p> + "Wait five minutes, and I will give him the necessary instructions." + </p> + <p> + "Have you ever been in Mount Vernon, Andy?" asked his employer. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; I have a boy friend there, and I once spent a Sunday there." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Grayling wishes to purchase a residence there. I shall place him in + your charge, and give you an order for the key. I will mention some points + to which I wish you to call his attention." + </p> + <p> + Andy was pleased with the commission. It seemed like a step in advance. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Mr. Crawford, for your confidence in me." + </p> + <p> + "If you succeed in selling the house to Mr. Grayling, I will give you one + per cent. commission." + </p> + <p> + "I will do my best, sir. I have no claim to anything except through your + kindness." + </p> + <p> + "Now let me see how much business ability you have." + </p> + <p> + Andy and the prospective purchaser took the cars at the Grand Central + Station, and in forty minutes found themselves in Mount Vernon. + </p> + <p> + At the depot, much to his satisfaction, Andy found his friend, Tom Blake. + </p> + <p> + "What brings you here, Andy?" asked Tom, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I have come to show the Griffith house to this gentleman. Can you direct + me to it?" + </p> + <p> + "I will go with you." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Tom. You will be doing me a favor. Is it far?" + </p> + <p> + "Little more than half a mile." + </p> + <p> + "Shall we walk or ride, Mr. Grayling?" + </p> + <p> + "Walk, by all means. It is a charming day, and a walk will do me good." + </p> + <p> + They reached the house. It was a spacious country residence in good + condition, and Mr. Grayling was favorably impressed. The key was procured + and they entered. + </p> + <p> + The interior bore out the promise of the exterior. The rooms were well and + even handsomely finished. They were twelve in number, and there was a + good-sized bathroom. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder if the plumbing is good?" said Mr. Grayling. + </p> + <p> + "I will test it as far as I can," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "You seem to have a good deal of experience for one so young." + </p> + <p> + "No, sir, not very much, but I have made a careful study of the subject. + Mr. Crawford has a good architectural library, and I have made use of it." + </p> + <p> + After a careful inspection, Andy made a favorable report. + </p> + <p> + "Of course," he said, "if I am mistaken we will make matters right." + </p> + <p> + "That will be satisfactory. What is your price for the house?" + </p> + <p> + "Eight thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Grayling, after a brief consideration, said: + </p> + <p> + "That seems reasonable. I will buy the house. How soon can you give me + possession?" + </p> + <p> + "In a week." + </p> + <p> + "Very good. Then our business seems to be concluded. We will catch the + next train back to the city." + </p> + <p> + "Would you mind giving me a memorandum stating that you will buy the + house?" + </p> + <p> + "I will do so. We will stop at a stationery store, and I will make it + out." + </p> + <p> + When Andy re-entered Mr. Crawford's office the real estate agent inquired: + </p> + <p> + "How does Mr. Grayling like the house?" + </p> + <p> + "He has bought it." + </p> + <p> + "Is it possible? At what figure?" + </p> + <p> + "Eight thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Good! I was authorized to take two hundred dollars less, if need be." + </p> + <p> + "He asked no reduction." + </p> + <p> + "I hope he won't change his mind." + </p> + <p> + "He won't. Here is his written agreement to take the house." + </p> + <p> + "Excellent. Did he offer this assurance?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. I asked for it." + </p> + <p> + "Andy, you have succeeded admirably. I shall have great pleasure in + keeping my promise and paying you eighty dollars, or one per cent, on the + purchase money." + </p> + <p> + "That will be very acceptable, Mr. Crawford. I don't often earn eighty + dollars in one day." + </p> + <p> + In reply to Mr. Crawford's inquiries, Andy gave a detailed account of his + visit, and his employer drew a check for eighty dollars, which he placed + in his hands. + </p> + <p> + "Now that I see what you can do," he said, "I shall send you out again." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you will find my services too expensive." + </p> + <p> + "No. In addition to my regular percentage I receive an extra hundred + dollars for getting the full eight thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + Andy cashed the check, and deposited the money in a savings bank. He did + not pay it to Mr. Crawford on account of the land in Tacoma, for it + occurred to him that he might have occasion to use it. + </p> + <p> + In this he proved correct. + </p> + <p> + Three weeks later he received a letter from his father. Sterling Grant was + a farmer, little used to writing letters, and Andy knew that there must be + some special reason for his writing at this time. + </p> + <p> + He opened the letter quickly, and this was what he read: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "DEAR ANDY: I am in trouble. Next Tuesday the semi-annual interest + on Squire Carter's three thousand dollars falls due, and I have but + twenty dollars to meet it. My crops have not been up to the average. + I have lost my best cow, and somehow everything seems to have gone + against me. I expected to sell ten tons of hay, and have had but + seven to spare. This alone made a difference of sixty dollars. + + "I saw the squire yesterday, and told him how I was situated. I + asked him if he would kindly wait for the greater part of the + interest, accepting twenty dollars on account. He at once refused. + 'I am sorry you have been unlucky, Mr. Grant,' he said, 'but of + course I am not responsible for your misfortune. The three thousand + dollars I lent you I regard strictly as an investment. Had I + supposed the interest would not be paid promptly, I should, of + course, have declined to lend. You will have to meet the interest, + or take the consequences.' + + "I have tried to borrow the money in the village, but thus far I + have been unable to do so. I may have to sell two of my cows, but + that will cripple me, for, as you know, I depend a good deal on + selling milk and butter. Of course this worries me a good deal. I + don't know why I write to you, for with your small pay it is hardly + likely that you can help me. Still, if you have ten or fifteen + dollars to spare, it will aid me. If your friend, Mr. Gale, were + near at hand, perhaps he would advance a little money. I might get + along with selling one cow, in that case. Two would cripple me. + + "Let me know at once what you can do, that I may make plans. Your + mother is as well as usual, except that she is worried. We both send + love. + + "Your affectionate father, + + "STERLING GRANT." +</pre> + <p> + When Andy read this letter he felt, with a thrill of joy, that he had it + in his power to relieve his father from anxiety. He had, with the + commission received recently from Mr. Crawford, a hundred and fifty + dollars in the bank. He withdrew eighty dollars of this, and then + explaining to Mr. Crawford his reason for it, asked for time for a visit + home. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, Andy," said the real estate agent. "Can I lend you any money?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; I have enough." + </p> + <p> + As he could not leave till the next day, he telegraphed his father in this + way: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Don't worry. I shall reach home to-morrow. ANDY" +</pre> + <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. — ANDY'S VISIT HOME. + </h2> + <p> + When Andy stepped on the station platform at Arden, he looked about him to + see if any of his friends were in sight. + </p> + <p> + To his great satisfaction he saw Valentine Burns, who had come to escort + an aunt to the cars. + </p> + <p> + "Where did you drop from, Andy?" he asked, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "From the city. I am going to stop over Sunday." + </p> + <p> + "Good! I am delighted to see you." + </p> + <p> + "And I to see you. You are my dearest friend—except Conrad." + </p> + <p> + Valentine smiled. + </p> + <p> + "Of course no one is so near to me as he. Well, what's the news?" + </p> + <p> + "The only news I know of comes from Conrad. I hope it isn't true." + </p> + <p> + "What did he say?" + </p> + <p> + "That your father couldn't pay the interest on the mortgage held by his + father, and was going to be turned out, though the squire might take your + two best cows and call it even." + </p> + <p> + "He seems to be a good friend of the family, doesn't he?" remarked Andy, + quietly. + </p> + <p> + "It isn't true, is it?" + </p> + <p> + "It is true that father hasn't money enough to pay the interest." + </p> + <p> + "What will happen, then?" + </p> + <p> + "You forget that he has a rich son," said Andy, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "Can you help him out?" + </p> + <p> + "That is what I am here for." + </p> + <p> + "I am very glad to hear it," said Valentine, with an air of relief. "Even + if I didn't like your family, I wouldn't like to see Conrad triumph over + you." + </p> + <p> + "Come around this evening, Val. We shall have plenty to talk about." + </p> + <p> + "I will." + </p> + <p> + When Andy entered the farmhouse he received a warm welcome from his + mother, and a cordial grasp of the hand from his father, who was less + demonstrative. But there was an air of grave anxiety on the faces of both. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to see you, Andy," said Sterling Grant, "but I wish you had + come under more cheerful circumstances. We are in a good deal of trouble." + </p> + <p> + "I have come to get you out of it." + </p> + <p> + "Can you?" asked the farmer, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. How much have you got toward the interest?" + </p> + <p> + "Only twenty dollars." + </p> + <p> + "And the whole sum is—" + </p> + <p> + "Ninety dollars." + </p> + <p> + "I can give you the seventy dollars you require." + </p> + <p> + "Where did you get the money? Have you borrowed it?" + </p> + <p> + "No. It belongs to me. I will explain later. Now I am hungry, and while + mother is looking for some lunch for me we will talk about other matters." + </p> + <p> + "I am very much relieved, Andy. I will go and tell the squire I shall be + able to meet the interest." + </p> + <p> + "Don't do it, father. We will leave him to suppose it will not be paid, + and see what course he intends to pursue. Don't breathe a word to + undeceive him." + </p> + <p> + "I will do as you say, Andy, though I don't know your object. Do you still + like your place in New York?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I am learning the business fast, and have good hopes for the future. + Mr. Crawford is an excellent man, and takes an interest in me." + </p> + <p> + "That is good. After all, things are brightening. When I got up this + morning I felt about discouraged." + </p> + <p> + "I telegraphed you not to worry, father." + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Mrs. Grant was preparing an appetizing lunch for her son. She + knew just what he liked. When it was placed on the table, he did full + justice to it. + </p> + <p> + "It tastes better than anything I get in the city, mother," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I didn't suppose our plain table would compare with city meals." + </p> + <p> + "They're not in it with you," said Andy. "I am only afraid I shall make + myself sick by overeating." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Grant was greatly pleased that Andy had not lost his taste for home + fare. + </p> + <p> + "How you have grown, Andy!" she said. "And you are looking so well, too! + Do you have to work very hard?" + </p> + <p> + "Hard work agrees with me, mother. No; I don't hurt myself." + </p> + <p> + "I wish I could be here when the squire comes for the interest," Andy + said, later. + </p> + <p> + "He will call this evening. You will see him," said Sterling Grant. + </p> + <p> + "Then I shall be sure to stay at home." + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, at the house of Squire Carter, there was a conference between + father and son. + </p> + <p> + Conrad had a new and bright idea. He had always coveted Andy's boat, + which, as we know, was much better than his own had been. It occurred to + him that here would be a good opportunity to get it for a trifle. + </p> + <p> + "Pa," he said, "will you do me a favor?" + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" asked his father, suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "You know I haven't got a boat now. Won't you let Mr. Grant pay part of + the interest in Andy's boat?" + </p> + <p> + "What do I want with the boat?" asked the squire, impatiently. + </p> + <p> + "Pa, you can make a great bargain. I hear that it cost seventy-five + dollars. You can allow the farmer twenty dollars, and sell it for forty + dollars cash." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know about that." + </p> + <p> + But the squire's tone was less decided. He liked a bargain, and he knew + that there was some reason in what Conrad said. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Grant might not feel at liberty to sell his son's boat," he argued. + </p> + <p> + "Andy would let him. He thinks a good deal of his family." + </p> + <p> + "I'll think of it; but I intended to propose taking two of his cows." + </p> + <p> + "That you can do next time. Probably he won't have the interest six months + from now." + </p> + <p> + "I'll see about it." + </p> + <p> + "There is one other thing; you would have a better chance to sell the boat + for a profit than the cows." + </p> + <p> + "Well, Conrad, I will think of it, as I said. I am going around to Farmer + Grant's this evening, and I will broach the subject." + </p> + <p> + Later in the day Conrad met Jimmy Morris. + </p> + <p> + "Have you heard the news, Conrad?" asked Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Andy Grant is in Arden. He arrived from the city this morning." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear it." + </p> + <p> + "Why? Are you and Andy such great friends?" + </p> + <p> + "It isn't on account of friendship; it's on account of business." + </p> + <p> + "What business?" + </p> + <p> + "I can't tell you, but you will very likely hear soon." + </p> + <p> + Conrad hoped to meet Andy and broach the subject of buying the boat. He + decided from his knowledge of the farmer's son that, much as he valued his + boat, he would be willing to sacrifice it for the sake of his father. In + this thought he paid an unconscious tribute to Andy, for in similar + circumstances he would have been incapable of anything so unselfish. + </p> + <p> + About half-past seven, Andy, looking out of the window, saw the stately + and dignified figure of Squire Carter coming up the front path. + </p> + <p> + "The squire is coming, father," he said. "I want you to look sober, just + as if you were unprepared to pay the interest." + </p> + <p> + Squire Carter had already been informed by Conrad that Andy was in the + village. He showed no surprise, therefore, when he saw him. + </p> + <p> + He had also been down to the river and taken a look at Andy's boat. He + could see that it was a very handsome one, and doubtless worth as much as + Conrad reported. + </p> + <p> + "So you have come home, Andrew?" he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Squire Carter." + </p> + <p> + "You haven't lost your place, have you?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. I have come home on a visit." + </p> + <p> + "Ahem! You arrived at an unfortunate time for your father. He has had bad + luck. Things seem to have gone against him." + </p> + <p> + "So I heard, sir." + </p> + <p> + "If you had been at home to help him on the farm, things would have been + different, maybe." + </p> + <p> + "I hope to help him by staying in the city." + </p> + <p> + "That isn't very likely. I don't approve, for my part, of boys leaving + home to work." + </p> + <p> + "I think I shall succeed in the end, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Ahem! I have no doubt you think so, but boys like you haven't much + judgment. I suppose you know that interest is due on the mortgage for the + first six months, and that your father can't meet it." + </p> + <p> + "I have heard so, Squire Carter." + </p> + <p> + "As a friend of your father I have a plan to propose that may make things + easy for him. I am glad to see you, for a part of my business is with + you." + </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. — THE INTEREST IS PAID. + </h2> + <p> + Andy was surprised by the squire's words. He could not conjecture what + business Squire Carter could have with him. + </p> + <p> + "First," said the squire, "may I ask, Mr. Grant, whether you can pay the + interest on the mortgage which I hold when it comes due?" + </p> + <p> + "I have only twenty-five dollars at my command now, Squire Carter. Perhaps + something may turn up between now and next Tuesday." + </p> + <p> + "That is extremely likely," said the squire, in a tone of sarcasm. + </p> + <p> + "Have you anything to propose? Are you willing to wait a month?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; I am not. It will be extreme folly on my part. Do you expect to + come into a fortune within thirty days?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir." + </p> + <p> + "So I presume. However, I have a plan to propose. I did intend to say that + I would allow you fifty dollars for your two best cows. But even that + would not pay the deficit. I believe your son owns a boat." + </p> + <p> + "I do," said Andy, looking up. He began to understand the squire's plan. + </p> + <p> + "I am willing to allow twenty dollars for it, as my son has taken a fancy + to it, and his own boat was destroyed through the malice of a tramp. This, + with fifty dollars for your two cows, would pay the interest all but + twenty dollars, which you say you are able to pay in cash." + </p> + <p> + "Squire Carter, my cows are of a choice breed, and are worth fifty dollars + each." + </p> + <p> + "They would not fetch that sum. Indeed, twenty-five dollars each is all + that you would have any chance of getting. If you doubt it, you may try to + get an offer elsewhere." + </p> + <p> + "What should I do without the cows? I depend on the butter and milk I + obtain from them for a good part of my cash income." + </p> + <p> + "That is your lookout," said the squire, shrugging his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "You don't appear to have much consideration for me." + </p> + <p> + "Business is business, Mr. Grant. You owe me ninety dollars. If you can't + pay me in one form, you must in another." + </p> + <p> + "I would like to say a word, Squire Carter," said Andy. "The boat for + which you offer twenty dollars cost Mr. Gate seventy-five." + </p> + <p> + "I don't believe it." + </p> + <p> + "I have his word for it." + </p> + <p> + "Very likely, but it wouldn't be the first case where a man overstated the + price of his purchase." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Gale would not deceive me in that way." + </p> + <p> + "Have it as you like. The boat is second-hand now, and worth far less than + when it was new," persisted the squire. + </p> + <p> + "There is considerable difference between twenty dollars and + seventy-five." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I might stretch a point and call it twenty-five, as Conrad is + desirous of having the boat. In that case there would be five dollars + coming to you, which you would doubtless find very handy." + </p> + <p> + "I think I shall have to decline your offer, Squire Carter." + </p> + <p> + "And leave your poor father in trouble? I thought better of you." + </p> + <p> + Squire Carter was surprised to find that both Andy and his father were + cool, and apparently not suffering anxiety. He had thought they would be + sad, and would resort to entreaties. + </p> + <p> + "Does it strike you, Squire Carter, that you are trying to drive a very + hard bargain with my father and myself? You offer a very low sum for the + cows and for my boat." + </p> + <p> + "If you can get more anywhere else, you are quite at liberty to do so," + said the squire, in a tone of indifference. + </p> + <p> + He felt that father and son were in his power, and that he would have his + own way in the end. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think we shall sell at all," said Andy, calmly. + </p> + <p> + "What!" ejaculated the squire. "Not sell at all? Do you think I will allow + the interest to remain unpaid?" + </p> + <p> + "The interest will be paid." + </p> + <p> + "How? Where will you get the money?" + </p> + <p> + "I will supply my father with what he needs." + </p> + <p> + "You talk like a fool!" said the squire, sharply. "Do you think I will + allow myself to be humbugged by a boy?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; but you can rely upon what I say." + </p> + <p> + "Have you borrowed the money from Mr. Gale?" + </p> + <p> + "I have not seen Mr. Gale for several months. He does not know of my + father's pecuniary trouble. If he did, I think he would come to his and my + assistance. As to the boat, I value it not only on account of its + intrinsic worth, but because he gave it to me. Conrad cannot have it." + </p> + <p> + Squire Carter was much irritated. Besides, he did not believe that Andy + would really be able to furnish his father with the help he needed. + </p> + <p> + "I am not easily deceived, Andrew Grant," he said. "It is useless for me + to remain here any longer. I will only say that if the interest is not + paid on Tuesday next, your father must take the consequences." + </p> + <p> + "He is ready to pay it now—before it is due—if you will give + him a receipt." + </p> + <p> + "Wh—what!" ejaculated the squire, in amazement. + </p> + <p> + "I mean what I say. Father, will you give the squire writing materials and + ask him to make out a receipt?" + </p> + <p> + "Is this—straight? Are you really able to pay the interest now?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. You need have no fear on that score. When my father wrote me + about his difficulty I procured the money, and I have it here." + </p> + <p> + Half incredulous, Squire Carter made out the receipt, and a roll of bills + was handed to him. He counted them carefully, and put them in his wallet. + </p> + <p> + "The money is correct," he said, stiffly. "I am glad you are able to pay + it." + </p> + <p> + "Thanks to Andy here," said his father, with a grateful look at his son. + </p> + <p> + "All is well so far, but if your son has borrowed the money it will have + to be repaid." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't borrow it, Squire Carter." + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to say that you have been able to save it up out of your + boy's wages?" + </p> + <p> + "I received it from my employer for special services." + </p> + <p> + Squire Carter left the house not altogether satisfied. He had received his + interest, but he had hoped to profit by the farmer's needs, and get what + would have been of considerably greater value than the money. In this he + had been disappointed. + </p> + <p> + "But six months hence interest will be due again," he reflected, by way of + consolation. "This time the Grants were lucky, but won't be so all the + time. Besides, when the mortgage falls due it will take more help than the + boy can give to settle it." + </p> + <p> + When the squire reached home, he found Conrad waiting to see him. + </p> + <p> + "Well, pa," he said, "am I going to have the boat?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered his father, shortly. + </p> + <p> + "Why not? You said you would get it for me." + </p> + <p> + "They wouldn't sell." + </p> + <p> + "Then how will they pay the interest?" + </p> + <p> + "It is paid already." + </p> + <p> + Conrad opened his eyes wide with amazement. + </p> + <p> + "Where did the money come from?" + </p> + <p> + "The boy advanced it to his father." + </p> + <p> + "You must be joking, pa. Where could Andy get ninety dollars?" + </p> + <p> + "He only had to supply seventy. As to where it came from I can't tell. You + had better ask him." + </p> + <p> + "So I will. It's a shame I can't have the boat." + </p> + <p> + "He wants too much for it." + </p> + <p> + "How much does he want?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. If he will let you have it for thirty dollars, you can buy + it." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, pa. It's the same as mine. A boy like Andy can't afford to + refuse thirty dollars." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. He seems a mighty independent sort of boy." + </p> + <p> + Conrad lost no time in trying to purchase the boat of Andy, but of course + without success. + </p> + <p> + "I would rather keep it myself," was the reply. + </p> + <p> + "But you can't use it." + </p> + <p> + "Not at present, perhaps, but I may be able to some time. Besides, Mr. + Gale gave it to me, and I shouldn't be willing to part with it. At any + rate, I wouldn't sell for thirty dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Never mind, Conrad," said his father. "When the next interest is payable, + Andrew will probably be glad to accept your offer." + </p> + <p> + Andy enjoyed the short visit home. He managed to see the boys with whom he + was most intimate, and promised to look out for positions in the city for + two of them. At home his presence was a source of comfort and joy to his + mother. It gladdened him to see the bright look on her face, which had + been grave and anxious when he arrived. + </p> + <p> + On Monday, morning he set out for New York on an early train, feeling that + his visit had been in every way a success. Several boys were at the + station to see him off, but among them he did not perceive Conrad Carter. + </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. — AN UNEXPECTED PROPOSAL. + </h2> + <p> + Three months later, when Andy entered the office one morning, he found Mr. + Crawford in a thoughtful mood. + </p> + <p> + "I wish you were older, Andy," he began, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "Why, sir?" + </p> + <p> + "Because I have a commission I could then intrust to you." + </p> + <p> + "Then I am too young for it now?" + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid so. And yet—but I will tell you what it is, and see if + you consider yourself equal to it. How old are you now?" + </p> + <p> + "Seventeen, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I will explain myself. I am intimately acquainted with the men who are + engineering the Northern Pacific Railroad, and I have reliable advices + that work will at once be resumed on it, and probably the road will be + completed in less than a year." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose this will raise the price of our land in Tacoma?" + </p> + <p> + "Precisely. Still, I think it will not be advisable to sell for some time + to come. My object is rather to buy more land." + </p> + <p> + "I should think it would be a good idea." + </p> + <p> + "The time to buy is now, before the public learn of the probable early + completion of the railroad. If I could spare the time from my business I + would go out there at once." + </p> + <p> + "I should think it would pay, Mr. Crawford." + </p> + <p> + "Doubtless it would, but I cannot arrange to leave now. I expect to have + some large transactions in real estate during the next two or three + months." + </p> + <p> + "I see the difficulty, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I will come to the point. Do you think you could go to Tacoma, look + carefully over the ground, and secure desirable lots for me?" + </p> + <p> + "I think I could, sir, under instructions from you." + </p> + <p> + "That is what I had in view when I said I wished you were older." + </p> + <p> + "You could, at any rate, rely upon my faithfully carrying out your + instructions." + </p> + <p> + "I am sure of that, and I also have considerable confidence in your good + judgment. At any rate, I will take the risk. What day is to-day?" + </p> + <p> + "Thursday." + </p> + <p> + "Make preparations to start on Monday. Can you do so?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + Andy felt a thrill of delight at the prospect held out to him. He had + always felt a strong desire to see the great West, but had realized that + he should probably have to wait a good many years before his wish was + gratified. It had been a dream, but now his dream bade fair to become + actuality. + </p> + <p> + "I will prepare a general letter of instructions and make such suggestions + as may occur to me," continued Mr. Crawford. "I will excuse you from + office work for the balance of the week, in order that you may make the + necessary preparations." + </p> + <p> + As the Northern Pacific road was not completed, it was decided that Andy + should go to San Francisco by the Union Pacific and Central Pacific roads, + and take steamer thence to Puget Sound. + </p> + <p> + "You can stay in San Francisco three days," said Mr. Crawford, + considerately. "It will give you a chance to rest and see the city." + </p> + <p> + On Monday Andy started on his long journey. He wrote a brief letter to his + mother, as follows: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "DEAR MOTHER: I am going West on some business for Mr. Crawford. I + will write you on the way. You are at liberty to tell this to any + one in Arden, but I don't care to have the extent of my journey + known. You may think I am young for such a trip, but I have no + fears. The business is important, but it is simple, and I hope to + carry it through successfully. + + In haste, your loving son, + + ANDY." +</pre> + <p> + However, Mrs. Grant was not the first one to hear of Andy's trip. It so + happened that at the station Andy met Conrad Carter, who had just come + into the city for a day. + </p> + <p> + "How do you happen to be here?" asked Conrad, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I am leaving the city." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are discharged and going home," remarked Conrad, loftily. + </p> + <p> + "No; I am going on some business for my employer." + </p> + <p> + "How far do you go?" + </p> + <p> + "My first stop will be Chicago." + </p> + <p> + Conrad was amazed. + </p> + <p> + "Is this straight?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "You are going on business for the firm?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Crawford must be a fool." + </p> + <p> + "Why?" + </p> + <p> + "To send an ignorant country boy to Chicago." + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Crawford has succeeded very well in business, and I don't think he is + a fool." + </p> + <p> + "He must be infatuated with you." + </p> + <p> + "If he is, that is lucky for me." + </p> + <p> + "How long do you expect to be away?" + </p> + <p> + "I can't say; I can't tell how long it will take me to transact my + business." + </p> + <p> + "I wish pa would let me go to Chicago," said Conrad, enviously. "You are a + poor boy, and yet you travel more than I." + </p> + <p> + "Your time will come, Conrad." + </p> + <p> + "Has your employer given you much money to travel with?" + </p> + <p> + "I am to draw on him for what I want." + </p> + <p> + "Say, won't you write me a letter from Chicago? I wish I had known you + were going; I would have asked pa to let me go with you." + </p> + <p> + Andy was amused at Conrad's change of front. He knew very well that Conrad + was no more his friend than before, but that his notions were strictly + selfish. However, he promised to write to him if he could get time, and + made the promise in good faith. + </p> + <p> + "I wish Valentine were going with me," he thought; "but I should not enjoy + Conrad's company." + </p> + <p> + Andy's journey to Chicago was uneventful. About two hours before the train + arrived a tall man left his seat on the opposite side of the car and + seated himself beside Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Good-morning," he began. "I suppose, like me, you propose to stop in + Chicago?" + </p> + <p> + "For about twenty-four hours," answered Andy. + </p> + <p> + "And then you go on further?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "How far?" + </p> + <p> + "I cannot tell you definitely," answered Andy, who thought it wise to be + on his guard. + </p> + <p> + "Could you oblige me with small bills for a ten? I am owing a dollar to + the porter." + </p> + <p> + Andy took out a large-sized wallet from an inner pocket and opened it. It + contained about fifty dollars in bills of different denominations. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid I cannot accommodate you," he said, "unless two five-dollar + bills will answer your purpose." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid it won't help me." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry," said Andy, politely. + </p> + <p> + He did not observe the covetous glance of the stranger as he noted the + large wallet and its contents. It occurred to him afterward that his + companion had not produced the bill he wished changed. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well," said the stranger, carelessly, "it doesn't matter. I can get + the bill changed at the depot. Are you traveling on business?" he + inquired. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "So am I. I represent the firm of Arnold & Constable, in New York. + Doubtless you have heard of them." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes. They are well known." + </p> + <p> + "I have been in their employ for five years. Before that I worked for + Claflin." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed!" + </p> + <p> + "You do not mention the name of your firm." + </p> + <p> + "No, I am traveling on private business for the head of the firm." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, yes. I don't wish to be inquisitive. You do right to keep the + business to yourself." + </p> + <p> + "You see, it is not my business." + </p> + <p> + "Just so! You are young for a business agent." + </p> + <p> + "That is true, but I am growing older every day." + </p> + <p> + "Exactly so! Good joke!" + </p> + <p> + Andy's companion laughed quite heartily, rather to the surprise of his + young acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + "I am very glad to have met you. You see, I am very social, and can't + stand being alone. By the way, where do you stop in Chicago?" + </p> + <p> + "At the Sherman House." + </p> + <p> + "Good hotel! I have stopped there often. Still, there is nothing as + homelike as a private house. I have a friend living in the city who keeps + a first-class boarding house and only charges transient guests a dollar + and a quarter a day. I wish you could be induced to go there with me. At + the hotel you will have to pay three or four dollars." + </p> + <p> + Now, Andy was naturally economical, and thought it would be praiseworthy + to save money for Mr. Crawford. He inquired the location of the boarding + house, and imprudently decided to act on his companion's proposal. + </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. — THE TRAP. + </h2> + <p> + Andy left the depot with his new acquaintance, who gave his name as + Percival Robinson, and, following his lead, boarded a horse car, which + took them both a distance of three miles to the southern part of the city. + As they went on, dwellings became scattering. + </p> + <p> + "Your friend's house seems quite out of the way," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but Chicago is a city of distances. It really doesn't make much + difference where you stop. Street cars will carry you anywhere." + </p> + <p> + "Still it would be pleasanter to be centrally located." + </p> + <p> + "But by going some way out you get cheaper accommodations." + </p> + <p> + "That is true," thought Andy; "and I have time enough." + </p> + <p> + At length Robinson signaled to the conductor to stop. + </p> + <p> + Andy followed him out of the car. They seemed to be in the very outskirts + of the city. + </p> + <p> + Robinson led the way to a rather shabby brick house standing by itself. It + was three stories in height. + </p> + <p> + "This is where my friend lives," he said, walking up the front steps and + ringing the front-door bell. + </p> + <p> + Two minutes later the door was opened by a red-haired man in his shirt + sleeves. + </p> + <p> + "Hello, Tom!" he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + "I thought his name was Percival," Andy said to himself. + </p> + <p> + "My young friend and I will stay overnight with you," said Robinson. + </p> + <p> + "All right. Come in." + </p> + <p> + A door on the left was opened, and Andy saw a sanded floor, and on one + side of the room a bar. + </p> + <p> + "Go in there a minute," said Robinson, "while I speak to my friend." + </p> + <p> + Andy went in, and picked up a copy of the <i>Clipper</i> from the table—the + only paper in the room. + </p> + <p> + In five minutes the two returned. + </p> + <p> + "I'll take your gripsack," said the man in shirt sleeves. "I will show you + to your room." + </p> + <p> + They went up two flights of stairs to a room on the third floor. It was a + small apartment about ten feet square, with a double bed in one corner. + </p> + <p> + "I guess you'll both be comfortable here," said the landlord. + </p> + <p> + "I think I would rather have a room to myself," said Andy, by no means + satisfied. + </p> + <p> + "Sorry we can't accommodate you, but the house is full." + </p> + <p> + It didn't look so, but then the lodgers might be out. + </p> + <p> + Andy thought for a moment he would go downstairs, and take a car back to + the central part of the city, but he was afraid his action would seem + strange, and he made no objection. + </p> + <p> + "I guess we'll get along together," said Robinson, in an easy tone. + </p> + <p> + Andy didn't think so, but he found it awkward to make objections. + </p> + <p> + "I will take a wash," he said, seeing that the pitcher on the washstand + contained water. + </p> + <p> + "All right!" returned Robinson. "Just make yourself at home. I'll go + downstairs. You'll find me there." + </p> + <p> + Left alone, Andy reproached himself for his too ready yielding to the + plans of his companion. He wondered why he had done so. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Crawford didn't ask me to be economical," he reflected. "He is + willing I should pay ordinary prices at a hotel. I think I have been very + foolish. However, I am in for it. It will serve as a lesson to me, which I + will remember hereafter." + </p> + <p> + He looked out of the window. There was a lot behind the hotel—if it + was a hotel—covered with ashes, tin cans, and other litter. + </p> + <p> + "I am sure," thought Andy, "this isn't the kind of hotel Mr. Crawford + wished me to stay at." + </p> + <p> + When he had washed he went downstairs. As he passed the door of the + barroom he saw Mr. Robinson inside, sitting at the table, with a bottle + and a glass before him. + </p> + <p> + "Come in, Grant, and have some whisky," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, but I don't care for whisky." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you would prefer beer?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't care to drink anything, thank you." + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean to say you're a temperance crank?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I think I am." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, do just as you please. By the way, it is the rule here to pay + for board in advance." + </p> + <p> + "How much is it?" + </p> + <p> + "A dollar and a quarter, please," said this red-haired man, who stood + behind the bar. + </p> + <p> + Andy paid over the money. + </p> + <p> + "I thought perhaps you would stay more than one day." + </p> + <p> + "No, I have little time. I shall have to leave to-morrow. I think, Mr. + Robinson, I will go out and take a walk." + </p> + <p> + "All right! Supper will be ready in two hours." + </p> + <p> + Andy nodded. + </p> + <p> + He had a great mind to go upstairs and get his gripsack. Then he would be + able to go where he pleased. He went out and began to walk about in the + neighborhood of the hotel. + </p> + <p> + It did not seem to be a very pleasant quarter of the city, and it was + certainly a good distance from the center. + </p> + <p> + "I sha'n't learn much about Chicago if I stay here," he thought. + </p> + <p> + Again he execrated his folly in so weakly yielding to the representations + of a man he knew nothing about. + </p> + <p> + He walked for half an hour and then returned slowly. There didn't seem to + be much to look at, and his walk had no interest for him. + </p> + <p> + Not far from the hotel he met a well-dressed boy, and was impelled to + speak to him. + </p> + <p> + "Do you live near by?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "No, but I have an uncle living in that house over there. I came to spend + the day with my cousins." + </p> + <p> + "I am a stranger in this city. I met a man who took me to that brick + house. He recommended it as a cheap boarding place. Do you know anything + about it?" + </p> + <p> + "I know that it has a bad reputation." + </p> + <p> + "Will you tell me what you know about it? You will be doing me a favor." + </p> + <p> + "The bar does a good business in the evening. I have heard of several + cases where men who put up there complained of being robbed." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I am not much surprised to hear it." + </p> + <p> + "Have you taken a room there?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I am afraid I was foolish." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you won't be robbed—that's all." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to get out, but I am afraid if I come downstairs with my + grip they would try to stop my going." + </p> + <p> + "Where is your room?" + </p> + <p> + "At the back part of the house, looking out on the lot." + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you what you can do," said the other boy, after a moment's + thought. "Have you paid anything for your room?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but I don't mind that." + </p> + <p> + "Then drop your grip out of the window. I'll catch it." + </p> + <p> + "I will." + </p> + <p> + "Then you can take a car and go down into the city." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know the way to the Sherman House?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly." + </p> + <p> + "If you will go there with me, I'll make it worth your while." + </p> + <p> + "All right. I was just about going home, anyway." + </p> + <p> + "Then I'll go upstairs and get my bag." + </p> + <p> + Andy went to his room, opened the window, and, looking down, saw his new + boy friend. + </p> + <p> + "Are you ready?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "You needn't try to catch it. There's nothing in it that will break." + </p> + <p> + "Fling her out!" + </p> + <p> + Andy did so. + </p> + <p> + "Now come down. You'll find me here." + </p> + <p> + An hour later supper was served. Percival Robinson and three other men, + likewise patrons of the barroom, sat down. The landlord himself was one of + the party. + </p> + <p> + "Where is the kid?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I saw him go out an hour ago," said one of the guests. + </p> + <p> + "He has probably come back and is in his room," said Robinson. "I will go + up and call him." + </p> + <p> + He went upstairs quickly and entered the room assigned to Andy and + himself. It was empty. + </p> + <p> + "The boy has taken a long walk," he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + Then he looked about for Andy's grip. It occurred to him that he would + have a good opportunity to examine its contents. + </p> + <p> + He started in surprise and dismay, for the grip was gone. + </p> + <p> + "He must have given me the slip," he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + "Did any one see the boy go out with his gripsack?" he asked, as he + returned. + </p> + <p> + "I saw him go out, but he had nothing in his hand," answered the landlord. + </p> + <p> + "Well, he's gone, bag and baggage," returned Robinson, very much annoyed. + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, he has paid his bill," said the landlord, complacently. + </p> + <p> + "Bother his hotel bill!" muttered Robinson, roughly. "I meant to have a + good deal more than that." + </p> + <p> + "Have you any idea where he has gone?" + </p> + <p> + "I think he may have gone to the Sherman House. I'll go there after supper + and see if I can find him." + </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. — A CRITICAL MOMENT. + </h2> + <p> + Guided by his boy companion, Andy found the Sherman House and registered + there. The change was a very satisfactory one, and he enjoyed the + comfortable room to which he was assigned. + </p> + <p> + After a hearty supper he took a seat in the office and watched with + interest the crowds that surged in and out of the hotel. Presently he saw + a familiar figure entering. + </p> + <p> + It was his late companion, Percival Robinson. The latter was not long in + recognizing the boy. + </p> + <p> + He walked up to the chair on which Andy was seated and addressed him with + a look of anger. + </p> + <p> + "So I have found you, have I?" he said, roughly. + </p> + <p> + Andy knew that this man had no right to interfere with him, and answered, + coolly: + </p> + <p> + "So it seems." + </p> + <p> + "Why did you play me such a mean trick, boy?" + </p> + <p> + "My name is Andrew," said Andy, with dignity. "What right have you to + speak to me in this manner?" + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you presently. You have made a nice return for my kindness." + </p> + <p> + "I know of no kindness. You got acquainted with me on the train, and took + me to a house where I didn't care to stop." + </p> + <p> + "Why didn't you care to stop there?" + </p> + <p> + "Because I found that it didn't have a good reputation. My employer + wouldn't care to have me stay at such a house." + </p> + <p> + "You are mighty independent for a young boy. I want you to return the + pocketbook of which you relieved me." + </p> + <p> + Andy was startled at this reckless charge. + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" he demanded, hotly. "You know that this is a + falsehood." + </p> + <p> + "We'll see if you will brazen it out. If you don't give me back the + pocketbook, which I have no doubt you have in your pocket at this moment, + I will have you arrested." + </p> + <p> + Andy began to feel nervous. He was a stranger in Chicago. There was no one + to identify him or vouch for his honesty. What if this man should carry + out his threat and have him arrested? + </p> + <p> + However, Andy had pluck, and didn't intend to surrender at discretion. + </p> + <p> + This conversation had attracted the attention of two or three guests of + the hotel, who were disposed to look with suspicion upon Andy. His accuser + appeared like a man of good position, being well dressed and with an air + of assurance. + </p> + <p> + One old gentleman, who was fond of giving advice, said, reprovingly: + </p> + <p> + "My boy, you will find it best to hand the gentleman his pocketbook. It is + sad to see one so young guilty of theft." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps the boy is not guilty," suggested another guest. + </p> + <p> + "I am in the employ of a gentleman in New York," said Andy, "and this man + is scheming to rob me." + </p> + <p> + "You are perfectly shameless!" said Robinson, encouraged by what the old + gentleman had said. "I will give you just five minutes to return my + pocketbook, or I will have you arrested." + </p> + <p> + Andy felt that he was in a tight place, but his wits had not deserted him. + </p> + <p> + "As you claim the pocketbook," he said, "perhaps you will tell how much + money there is in it." + </p> + <p> + "I can't tell exactly," replied Robinson. "I spend money liberally, and I + have not counted the money lately." + </p> + <p> + "That is quite reasonable," said the old gentleman. "I don't know how much + money there is in my wallet." + </p> + <p> + "What is there besides money in the pocketbook?" asked Andy following up + his advantage. + </p> + <p> + "I think there are a few postage stamps," answered Robinson at a guess. + </p> + <p> + "You certainly have a good deal of assurance, young man," said the old + gentleman in a tone of reproof. "If I were in this gentleman's place I + would summon a policeman at once." + </p> + <p> + "I prefer to give the boy a chance," said Robinson, who had his own + reasons for not bringing the matter to the knowledge of the police. "I + don't want to get him into trouble. I only want my money back." + </p> + <p> + "You are more considerate than he deserves," said Andy's critic. "And by + the way, here is the hotel detective. Officer, will you come here, please? + Here is a case that requires your attention." + </p> + <p> + The hotel detective, a quiet-looking man, approached. + </p> + <p> + Robinson was far from thanking the old gentleman for his officiousness. He + feared recognition. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter?" asked the detective, coming up and eying Robinson + sharply. + </p> + <p> + The old gentleman volunteered an explanation. + </p> + <p> + The detective seemed amused. + </p> + <p> + "So this man charges the boy with robbing him?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; and we all believe that he has good grounds for doing so." + </p> + <p> + "I don't believe it," said the gentleman who had already spoken for Andy. + </p> + <p> + "What have you to say, my boy?" asked the detective, turning to Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Only that I made the acquaintance of this man on the train. He induced me + to go to a small hotel on the outskirts of the city, on the ground that I + could board there cheaply. What I saw and heard there excited my + suspicions, and I left the place without his knowledge." + </p> + <p> + "Taking my pocketbook with you. I incautiously laid it on the bed. When I + went up later I found that it and you had disappeared." + </p> + <p> + "Do you hear that, officer?" asked the old gentleman, triumphantly. + </p> + <p> + "I do," answered the detective. Then, turning to Robinson with a change of + tone, he asked: + </p> + <p> + "How did you get so much money, Tom Maitland?" + </p> + <p> + Robinson turned pale. He saw that he was recognized. + </p> + <p> + "I will let the matter drop," he said. "I don't want to get the boy into + trouble." + </p> + <p> + He turned toward the door, but the detective was too quick for him. + </p> + <p> + "You will have to go with me," he said. "You have been trying a bold + confidence game. I shall have to lock you up." + </p> + <p> + "Gentlemen," said Robinson, turning pale, "will you permit this outrage?" + </p> + <p> + "It is an outrage!" said the old gentleman, hotly. + </p> + <p> + "My friend," inquired the detective, "do you know this man?" + </p> + <p> + "No; but—" + </p> + <p> + "Then let me introduce him as Tom Maitland, one of the cleverest + confidence men in Chicago." + </p> + <p> + He produced a pair of handcuffs, which he deftly slipped over the wrists + of Percival Robinson, and led him out of the hotel. + </p> + <p> + Andy was satisfactorily vindicated, and, it must be admitted, enjoyed the + discomfiture of the old gentleman, who slunk away in confusion. + </p> + <p> + When Andy set out on his journey he intended to go to Tacoma by way of San + Francisco, but found, as he proceeded, that he could go by the Northern + Pacific as far as it was built, and proceed the rest of the way by stage + and over Puget Sound. This seemed to him to afford greater variety, and he + adopted the plan. + </p> + <p> + Some hundreds of miles east of his destination he took the stage. It was + rather a toilsome mode of traveling, but he obtained a good idea of the + country through which he was passing. + </p> + <p> + At that time stage robberies were frequent, nor have they wholly ceased + now. Among the stage robbers who were most dreaded was a certain Dick + Hawley, who had acquired a great reputation for daring, and was known to + have been engaged in nearly twenty stage robberies. + </p> + <p> + As they approached that part of the route in which he operated, there was + a great anxiety manifested by the passengers, and especially by a thin, + cadaverous-looking man from Ohio. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think we shall meet Dick Hawley to-day, driver?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "I can't say, sir. I hope not." + </p> + <p> + "How often have you met him?" + </p> + <p> + "Three times." + </p> + <p> + "Did he rob the stage every time?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Were there many passengers on board?" asked Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Nearly ten every time." + </p> + <p> + "And they allowed one man to rob them?" + </p> + <p> + "Wait till you meet him," said the driver, shrugging his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "If he stops the stage I shall die of fright," said the cadaverous-looking + man. "I know I shall." + </p> + <p> + "Have you a good deal of money with you?" asked a fellow passenger. + </p> + <p> + "I have ninety-seven dollars and a half," answered the other, soberly. + </p> + <p> + "Better lose that than die! If you give it up, there won't be any danger + of bodily injury." + </p> + <p> + The cadaverous-looking man groaned, but did not reply. + </p> + <p> + Gradually they ascended, for they were among the mountains, till they + reached a narrow ledge or shelf scarcely wider than the stage. On one side + there was a sheer descent of hundreds of feet, and great caution was + requisite. + </p> + <p> + Just at the highest point a horseman appeared around a curve and stationed + himself directly in front of the stage, with a revolver pointed at the + driver. + </p> + <p> + "Stop and give up your money, or I fire!" he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + It was the dreaded highwayman, Dick Hawley. + </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. — A SUDDEN TRAGEDY. + </h2> + <p> + The driver pulled up short. The passengers realized that something had + happened, and the nervous man put his head out of the window. + </p> + <p> + Instantly a change came over his face. + </p> + <p> + "We are all dead men!" he groaned. "It is the highwayman!" + </p> + <p> + Andy felt startled in spite of his pluck, and so did the other passengers. + </p> + <p> + "I would jump out and confront the scoundrel," said a determined-looking + man, "but there is no room. We are on the verge of a precipice." + </p> + <p> + "What will happen?" exclaimed the cadaverous-looking man in an agony of + terror. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose we shall be robbed. That will be better than tumbling over the + precipice." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, why did I ever leave home?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. Ask me something easier," said the resolute man, in + disgust. "Such a man as you ought never to stir from his own fireside." + </p> + <p> + "Stop the coach and pass over your watches and pocketbooks!" cried Dick + Hawley, in a commanding tone. + </p> + <p> + By way of exciting alarm and enforcing his order he fired one charge of + his revolver. The consequences he did not anticipate. + </p> + <p> + The terrified stage horses, alarmed by the report, got beyond control of + the driver and dashed forward impetuously. The highwayman had hardly time + to realize his danger when his horse was overthrown and pushed over the + precipice along with its rider, while the stage dashed on. The last that + the passengers saw of Dick Hawley was a panic-stricken face looking upward + as he fell rapidly down toward the rocks at the bottom. + </p> + <p> + "He's gone! We are saved!" exclaimed the cadaverous-looking man, joyfully. + </p> + <p> + "That is, if the coach doesn't tumble after him." + </p> + <p> + But the coach was saved. Had the horses swerved in their course all would + have been killed. As it was, the dangerous place was safely crossed and + the stage emerged upon a broad plateau. + </p> + <p> + The driver stopped the horses, and, dismounting from the box, came around + to the coach door. + </p> + <p> + "I congratulate you, gentlemen," he said. "We had a close shave, but we + are out of danger. Dick Hawley will rob no more stages." + </p> + <p> + "Driver, you are a brave man—you have saved us," said one of the + passengers. + </p> + <p> + "It was not I; it was the horses." + </p> + <p> + "Then you did not start them up?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I should not have dared to do it. They were frightened by the + revolver and took the matter into their own hands." + </p> + <p> + "Dick Hawley was foolhardy. Had he ever stopped a stage at this point + before?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he did so last year." + </p> + <p> + "And succeeded?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; he made a big haul. This time he has met his deserts." + </p> + <p> + There were no further incidents that deserve recording in Andy's journey. + It is needless to say that he enjoyed it. The scenes through which he + passed were new and strange to him. It was a country he had never expected + to see, and for this reason, perhaps, he enjoyed it the more. + </p> + <p> + At last he reached Tacoma. It was irregularly built on a hillside. There + were no buildings of any pretensions. All its importance was to come. + </p> + <p> + He put up at the Tacoma House, a hotel of moderate size, and after dinner + he went out to see the town. He sought out the plot of lots owned jointly + by Mr. Crawford and himself, and found that they were located not far from + the center of the business portion of the town. + </p> + <p> + It took no sagacity to foresee that the land would rise in value rapidly, + especially after the Northern Pacific Railroad was completed. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon, feeling tired, he sat in his room and read a book he had + picked up at a periodical store—a book treating of the great + Northwest. The partitions were thin, and noises in the adjoining room were + easily audible. + </p> + <p> + His attention was drawn to a sound of coughing, and a groan indicating + pain. It was evident that the next apartment was occupied by a sick man. + </p> + <p> + Andy's sympathies were excited. It seemed to be a forlorn position to be + sick and without attention in this remote quarter. After a moment's + hesitation he left his own room and knocked at the other door. + </p> + <p> + "Come in!" was the reply, in a hollow voice. + </p> + <p> + Andy opened the door and entered. + </p> + <p> + On the bed lay a man, advanced in years, with hollow cheeks and every + appearance of serious illness. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid you are very sick," said Andy, gently. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I have an attack of grip. I am afraid I will have to pass in my + checks." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it isn't as bad as that," said Andy, in a reassuring tone. "Have you + no one to take care of you?" + </p> + <p> + "No; everybody here is occupied with schemes for money-making. I can't get + any one to look after me for love or money." + </p> + <p> + "Then you have no near friend or relative in Tacoma?" + </p> + <p> + "No; nor, I may say, anywhere else. I have a niece, however, in Syracuse. + She is at school. She is the only tie, the only one on whom I have any + claim." + </p> + <p> + "If you need money—" began Andy, feeling a little delicate about + offering pecuniary assistance. + </p> + <p> + "No, I have no need of that kind. I suppose I look poor, for I never cared + about my personal appearance, but I am one of the largest owners of real + estate in Tacoma, besides having some thousands of dollars in a San + Francisco bank. But what good will it all do me? Here I am, sick, and + perhaps near death." + </p> + <p> + "I will do what I can for you," said Andy. "I am myself a visitor in + Tacoma. I came on business for a New York gentleman. I am authorized to + buy lots in Tacoma. When you are better, I will make you an offer for your + land, if you care to sell." + </p> + <p> + "Help me to get well, and you shall have it on your own terms." + </p> + <p> + "You will need some one besides myself. Do you authorize me to hire an + attendant?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I shall be glad to have you do so. I begin to hope for recovery, + through your assistance. I had given myself up for lost." + </p> + <p> + "Then I will go out and see what I can do. Do you authorize me to pay + liberally for the service of a nurse?" + </p> + <p> + "Pay anything—fifty dollars a week, if necessary; I can afford it." + </p> + <p> + "I will go out at once. I will see if I can buy some oranges." + </p> + <p> + Andy left the hotel and walked toward the steamboat wharf. It was + deserted, except by two persons. + </p> + <p> + A young man of thirty, bronzed by exposure to the weather, who looked like + a farmer, stood beside a plain, cheap trunk, on which sat a woman somewhat + younger, who had a weary and anxious look. + </p> + <p> + The young man—her husband, doubtless—seemed troubled. + </p> + <p> + "Good-afternoon," said Andy, pleasantly. "Are you in any trouble? Is there + anything I can do for you?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, my boy, I'm in a tight place. I came here from Iowa, with my wife, + expecting to meet a cousin who had promised to get me employment. I find + he has left Tacoma. So here I am, with less than five dollars in my pocket + and no prospect of work. I'm not a coward, but I don't mind saying I'm + afraid to think of what will become of us." + </p> + <p> + An idea came to Andy. + </p> + <p> + Here was a chance to secure a nurse. + </p> + <p> + "Is your wife used to sickness?" he asked. "Could she take care of a sick + man?" + </p> + <p> + The woman brightened up. + </p> + <p> + "I took care of my father for a year," she answered. "I'm a middlin' good + nurse." + </p> + <p> + "She's the best nurse I know of," put in her husband. + </p> + <p> + "All right! Then I can find you employment. An acquaintance of mine, an + old man—as old, probably, as your father—is sick with grip at + the Tacoma House. He will pay you liberally. Can you come with me at + once?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, and be glad to." + </p> + <p> + "Come, then. You will be paid twenty-five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Why that's a fortune!" said the woman, amazed. + </p> + <p> + "Come with me at once, and your husband can follow at his leisure." + </p> + <p> + "Maria, that's what I call a streak of good luck," said her husband, + overjoyed. "Go along with this young man, and I'll get a cheap room + somewhere in town. I'll take the trunk along with me." + </p> + <p> + He shouldered the small trunk, and his wife went off with Andy. + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes she was installed in the sick chamber, and soon showed + that she understood her business. A doctor was sent for, and Seth Johnson, + for this was the sick man's name, was soon made comfortable. + </p> + <p> + He ratified Andy's bargain, and paid, besides, for Mrs. Graham's board at + the hotel. He did not gain rapidly, for his strength was at a low ebb, but + he improved steadily. + </p> + <p> + The husband found employment in a couple of days, and their temporary + despondency gave place to hope and courage. + </p> + <p> + "You've done better for me than my cousin would have done, Andy," said + Graham, a few days later. "You've set me on my feet, and I'm not afraid + now but I'll get along." + </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. — SETH JOHNSON'S GIFT. + </h2> + <p> + It was four weeks before Seth Johnson became convalescent. His system was + run down, and he was in a very critical state when found by Andy. Careful + nursing saved him. + </p> + <p> + When able to get out, he accompanied Andy to show him his lots. The plot + was about as large as Mr. Crawford's, but was a little further from the + center of the town. It would make about twenty-five lots of the average + size. + </p> + <p> + "How much will you take for the entire plot?" asked Andy. + </p> + <p> + "I don't want to sell the whole," said Johnson. + </p> + <p> + "I thought you meant to leave Tacoma for good?" + </p> + <p> + "So I do, but I propose to give one-fifth of the land to a friend." + </p> + <p> + "Then let me know how much you will take for the remaining four-fifths." + </p> + <p> + "Will five thousand dollars be too much?" + </p> + <p> + "I will buy it at that figure," said Andy, promptly. + </p> + <p> + "You don't ask me to whom I intend to give the fifth which I reserve?" + </p> + <p> + "It is probably no one whom I know." + </p> + <p> + "On the contrary, it is one whom you know well—it is yourself." + </p> + <p> + Andy looked his amazement. + </p> + <p> + "But how have I deserved such a gift?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "You have saved my life. If you had not found and befriended me, I should + not have been living at this moment. 'All that a man hath will he give in + exchange for his life,' the Bible says. I don't give all, but I give + merely one-fifth of my land. I have ten thousand dollars, besides, in San + Francisco." + </p> + <p> + "I am deeply grateful to you, Mr. Johnson. I am a poor boy, and this + unexpected gift will help me to carry out some plans for the benefit of my + father, who is in an embarrassed condition." + </p> + <p> + "I advise you not to sell the land till you can sell at an advanced + price." + </p> + <p> + "I shall not do so. When the Northern Pacific is completed I am sure lots + will be much higher." + </p> + <p> + "To be sure. You are young and can wait. I am old, and I have no + particular desire to make money. I have enough to see me through." + </p> + <p> + When Andy started for New York he had the company of Seth Johnson. It was + agreed that the final arrangements for the transfer of the lots should + take place in Mr. Crawford's office. + </p> + <p> + They reached the city without adventure, and Andy, with his new friend, + reported at his employer's. + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are satisfied with what I have done, Mr. Crawford," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "Thoroughly so. You have made a good purchase. I shall pay you five + hundred dollars as an acknowledgment of the service you have rendered me." + </p> + <p> + "But, Mr. Crawford, Mr. Johnson has already given me five lots." + </p> + <p> + "True; but this is his gift, not mine. You must not be afraid of becoming + too rich. You will need all your money." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, but not for myself. I can now relieve my father's anxiety." + </p> + <p> + "Do you intend to tell him the amount of your good fortune?" + </p> + <p> + "I will only tell him of your gift." + </p> + <p> + On the basis of the sum which Mr. Crawford paid for the other four-fifths, + Andy's share of Mr. Johnson's land amounted to twelve hundred and fifty + dollars. But when, three months later, active operations for the extension + and completion of the railroad commenced, it could easily have been sold + for double. + </p> + <p> + But Andy was too sagacious to sell. In a year his father's mortgage would + be payable, and he wanted to be prepared for that. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Andy devoted himself with energy to mastering the details of the + real estate business. Perhaps because he now himself owned real estate, he + became very much interested in it. He was not able often to visit Arden, + but he never let a week pass without writing a letter home. + </p> + <p> + It was usually addressed to his mother, as his father was more accustomed + to guiding the plow than the pen. He also heard occasionally from his boy + friends. No letters were more welcome than those of Valentine Burns. About + three months before the mortgage became due he received the following from + Valentine: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "DEAR ANDY: I wish I could see you oftener, but I know you are busy, + and getting on. That is a great satisfaction to me. Your last letter + informing me that you had been raised to fifteen dollars a week gave + me much pleasure. I wanted to tell Conrad, only you didn't wish to + have me. He is getting prouder and more disagreeable every day. He + really seems to have a great spite against you, though I cannot + understand why. + + "I met him the other day, and he inquired after you. 'He hasn't been + to Arden lately,' he said. + + "'No,' I answered, 'he is too busy.' + + "'Probably he can't afford the railway fare,' said Conrad. + + "'I think he is getting good pay,' I said. + + "'I know better. He isn't getting over six dollars at most,' said + Conrad. + + "'Did he tell you so?' I asked. + + "'No, but I heard on good authority,' he replied. + + "'I wish I were getting that,' I said. + + "'You wouldn't want to live on it,' he rejoined. + + "'Well, perhaps not,' I admitted. + + "'He won't long have a home to come back to,' said Conrad, after a + pause. + + "'Why not?' I inquired. + + "'My father holds a mortgage on his father's farm, and it will fall + due in three months,' he answered. + + "'Surely he won't foreclose?' + + "'Surely he will,' returned Conrad. 'Old Grant will have to leave + the farm and go to the poorhouse, or, at any rate, to some small + place like the Sam Martin house. It contains four rooms, and is good + enough for a bankrupt.' + + "This made me uneasy. I hope, Andy, you will find some friend who + will be able and willing to advance money to pay the mortgage when + it falls due. I hear Squire Carter is treating with a city man to + buy the place. He evidently feels sure that it will come into his + possession." +</pre> + <p> + When Andy read this portion of the letter he smiled. + </p> + <p> + "I suspect Conrad and his father will be disappointed," he said to + himself. "The city man will have to look elsewhere for an investment." + </p> + <p> + One day Andy had a pleasant surprise. Just in front of him on Broadway he + saw a figure that looked familiar. + </p> + <p> + The tall, bent form, and long white hair he recognized at once as + belonging to Dr. Crabb, the principal of Penhurst Academy. + </p> + <p> + He pressed forward. + </p> + <p> + "Dr. Crabb!" he exclaimed. "It is long since we have met. I hope you are + well." + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crabb surveyed him with a puzzled look; Andy had grown so much that he + could not place him. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are one of my old pupils," he said, "but I shall have to + ask your name." + </p> + <p> + "Don't you remember Andy Grant?" + </p> + <p> + "Bless my soul! is it possible? Why, you have grown much taller and + larger." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; I don't want to stand still." + </p> + <p> + "And what are you doing now?" + </p> + <p> + "I am in business in this city." + </p> + <p> + "That is well, but it is a great pity you could not have remained at + school." + </p> + <p> + "I thought so myself at the time I left, but I'm quite reconciled to the + change now." + </p> + <p> + "Doubtless you are doing your duty, wherever you are. In what business are + you engaged?" + </p> + <p> + "I am in a real estate office." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are making fine wages?" + </p> + <p> + "I receive fifteen dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Bless my soul! Why, that is all I pay my head assistant. You must be + giving great satisfaction. And how is your father?" + </p> + <p> + "He is pretty well, sir; but his loss of property has worn upon him." + </p> + <p> + "Naturally. Did I not understand that he had to mortgage his farm." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I hope there is no danger of foreclosure?" + </p> + <p> + "There might be, sir; but when the danger comes I shall be able to help + him." + </p> + <p> + "I am not much of a capitalist, Andy. I understand Latin and Greek better + than I do investments, but if a loan of a few hundred dollars will help + him I shall be willing to let him have it." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you very much, Dr. Crabb, but my employer, Mr. Crawford, will give + me all the help I need." + </p> + <p> + "I am truly pleased to hear it. I wish you were able to return to the + academy. You were our <i>primus</i>, and I did not like to spare you. You + might in time have succeeded me." + </p> + <p> + "I hope it will be a long time before you require a successor, doctor. I + shall confine my ambitions to succeeding in my business." + </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. — THE RETURN OF AN OLD FRIEND. + </h2> + <p> + One afternoon Andy was busy writing in the office when he heard himself + called by name, and, looking up, saw Walter Gale, who had just entered. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Gale!" he exclaimed, joyfully, rising and grasping the hands of his + friend. + </p> + <p> + "So you know me? Upon my word, you have grown so that I find it difficult + to recognize you." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I believe I have grown taller." + </p> + <p> + "And more manly. I need not ask if you are well. Your appearance answers + that question." + </p> + <p> + "I was never better." + </p> + <p> + "And you enjoy your work?" + </p> + <p> + "Immensely. But when did you reach the city?" + </p> + <p> + "This morning. As you see, I have lost no time in looking you up." + </p> + <p> + "Shall you stay here now?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Gale, gravely; "my poor uncle is dead. His sickness was a + painful one, and he is better off." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you are to be in the city. I hope to see you often." + </p> + <p> + "You will, if I can have my way. I have hired a handsome and roomy flat on + Madison Avenue, and I expect you to come and live with me." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be delighted to do so if you will let me pay my share of the + expenses." + </p> + <p> + "You will pay me with your company. I will receive no other pay. My uncle + has left me all his property—at least a hundred thousand dollars—and + I was rich before." + </p> + <p> + "I will certainly accept your offer, since I am sure you will like to have + me." + </p> + <p> + "You were teaching a boy, I believe?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but he is so well advanced now that he does not need my assistance. + I am free to accept your kind offer." + </p> + <p> + "Call upon me this evening, and arrange to move to-morrow. I am very + lonely, and want young and cheerful company." + </p> + <p> + When Andy called upon his friend in the evening he found him sumptuously + lodged. The next evening he moved in. + </p> + <p> + "What news from Arden, Andy?" asked Mr. Gale. + </p> + <p> + "Nothing much, except that Squire Carter is expecting to foreclose the + mortgage on father's farm next week." + </p> + <p> + "Is that so? We must not permit that." + </p> + <p> + "No; I have a thousand dollars in bank, and I shall ask Mr. Crawford + to-morrow if he will advance me two thousand on some lots I own in + Tacoma." + </p> + <p> + "That will not be necessary. I will myself advance the full amount, and + you can pay me whenever you sell your lots." + </p> + <p> + "That is very kind, Mr. Gale, and relieves me very much." + </p> + <p> + "Don't overestimate the kindness. I have more money than I know what to do + with." + </p> + <p> + "There are others in the same position who would not help me." + </p> + <p> + "I am your friend. That makes the difference. When you go to Arden I will + go, too. It will be pleasant for me to see the place where I passed so + enjoyable a summer and made so good a friend." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be delighted to have your company, Mr. Gale." + </p> + <p> + Two evenings later, as Andy was walking up Broadway toward his new home, + he saw a familiar figure in front of him—the figure of a boy about + his own age. Evidently the boy had been drinking, and could not walk + straight. + </p> + <p> + Once, as he turned half around, Andy, with a start, recognized John + Crandall, who had treated him so meanly at Mr. Flint's. He had no reason + to like him, but his compassion was aroused. + </p> + <p> + "John," said Andy, linking his arm in his, "how do you happen to be in + this condition?" + </p> + <p> + "Who are you?" hiccoughed John. + </p> + <p> + "I am Andy Grant. Don't you know me?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, you used to be at Mr. Flint's. Where are you taking me?" he asked, + suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "To my room. I will take care of you to-night. What are you doing now?" + </p> + <p> + "I was in a place on Wall Street, but I got bounced yesterday. I took the + money they paid me and got drunk." + </p> + <p> + "That was foolish. Where is your uncle?" + </p> + <p> + "He has gone to Chicago. I'm awful unlucky, Andy." + </p> + <p> + "If you will turn over a new leaf and stop drinking I'll see if I can't + get you another place." + </p> + <p> + "Will you?" asked John, hopefully. "Don't you hate me?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "I should think you would. I got you out of Flint's." + </p> + <p> + "You did me a service without intending it." + </p> + <p> + "You're a good fellow," hiccoughed John. "I'm sorry I treated you so + mean." + </p> + <p> + "I'm not, since it led to my securing my present place. But we must turn + down here." + </p> + <p> + "Where do you live?" + </p> + <p> + "On Madison Avenue." + </p> + <p> + "Madison Avenue? You must be a swell." + </p> + <p> + Andy smiled. + </p> + <p> + "If you work hard you may become a swell, too." + </p> + <p> + When they entered the flat, John stared about him in amazement. + </p> + <p> + "How can you afford to live in such a fine place?" he said. + </p> + <p> + "Because a friend bears the greater part of the expense. Now, let me help + you undress. We have a spare room, and I will let you occupy it. In the + morning I will wake you up for breakfast." + </p> + <p> + John Crandall was soon fast asleep. A few minutes later Mr. Gale came in. + </p> + <p> + "We have a visitor to-night," said Andy. + </p> + <p> + "A friend of yours?" + </p> + <p> + "He may become so, but thus far he has been anything but that." + </p> + <p> + Andy told the story of John's attempt to injure him. + </p> + <p> + "And yet you befriend him?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. Wouldn't you?" + </p> + <p> + Walter Gale smiled. + </p> + <p> + "Tell me your reasons," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I have no grudge against him. Besides, if we only benefit those whom we + like, there isn't much credit in that." + </p> + <p> + "Exactly. There isn't much credit in my doing you favors." + </p> + <p> + "Don't think I am ungrateful, Mr. Gale; I appreciate all you have done for + me." + </p> + <p> + "I understand you, Andy, and I like you better for what you have done. + What further plans have you?" + </p> + <p> + "I should like to get John a place, and give him a chance to redeem + himself. He needs a friend badly." + </p> + <p> + "He shall have one. We will both help him." + </p> + <p> + When John Crandall awoke the next morning he was himself again. The + effects of his intoxication had passed off, and he seemed ashamed of the + predicament in which Andy had found him. + </p> + <p> + "Have you any home, John?" asked Andy. + </p> + <p> + "No; that is, I have a room, but I spent all the money that was coming to + me, and they won't let me stay. I don't know what I shall do," he said, + despondently. + </p> + <p> + "If Mr. Gale and I will find you a new place, will you try to keep it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I will." + </p> + <p> + "Then we will stand by you. You can stay here till I come from the office + this afternoon, and I will find you a boarding place." + </p> + <p> + "You are a good fellow, Andy. You are my very best friend." + </p> + <p> + "I will try to be." + </p> + <p> + "And I will try to deserve your kindness." + </p> + <p> + Before the week was out John had a new place on Pearl Street, and was an + inmate of the boarding house in Clinton Place, where Andy stayed when he + first came to the city. + </p> + <p> + He really turned over a new leaf, and became a favorite and trusted + employee in the Pearl Street store. Andy had saved him. + </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. — SAD FOREBODINGS. + </h2> + <p> + The day which had been so eagerly awaited by Squire Carter dawned at last. + The mortgage on Sterling Grant's farm was due, and he intended to + foreclose. There was a gentleman from the city who had taken a fancy to + the farm and had offered him eight thousand dollars for it. The squire + hoped to obtain it by foreclosure at less than five thousand. This would + be taking advantage of the farmer; but, as the squire said to himself, + complacently, "Business is business!" These words are used as an excuse + for a great many mean acts. + </p> + <p> + At supper time, the evening before, Sterling Grant looked sad and + troubled. + </p> + <p> + "Wife," he said, "I am afraid we shall have to bid good-by to the old farm + to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "Do you really think the squire will foreclose, Sterling?" + </p> + <p> + "I know he will. I called on him to-day, and begged and pleaded with him + to extend the mortgage another year, but it was all in vain." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see how people can be so hard-hearted," said Mrs. Grant, + indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "It's the squire's nature. He says that business is business." + </p> + <p> + "I thought perhaps Andy might do something. He has five hundred dollars, + and maybe a little more." + </p> + <p> + "It would do no good, wife. I hinted that I might be able to pay a part of + the mortgage, but the squire wouldn't hear of it. He said the whole or + none." + </p> + <p> + "I am sure Andy would help us if he could." + </p> + <p> + "I know that, but the mortgage is for three thousand dollars. It is quite + beyond his ability to lift." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid you are right, Sterling," said his wife, with a sigh. "I + thought perhaps Andy would be here by this time." + </p> + <p> + "It would do no good to come unless he brought the money with him." + </p> + <p> + "He may come yet by the seven o'clock train." + </p> + <p> + "We had better not count on that, or we shall only be the more + disappointed." + </p> + <p> + "What shall you do, Sterling, if the squire takes the farm?" + </p> + <p> + "There will be some money left, but I am afraid not much." + </p> + <p> + "Isn't the place worth six thousand dollars?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes but it won't fetch that at a forced sale. The squire told me this + afternoon that it wasn't worth more than fifteen hundred dollars over and + above the face of the mortgage." + </p> + <p> + "It would be wicked to sell for that." + </p> + <p> + "We must be content with what we can get." + </p> + <p> + After supper the farmer took his hat, and walked slowly and soberly about + the farm. He felt that it was his farewell. Till now it had been his. + To-morrow it would pass from his possession. + </p> + <p> + "It is hard," he sighed, "but it can't be helped. At any rate, we won't + starve." + </p> + <p> + There was a small house, with half an acre of land attached on the + outskirts of the village, which he could get at a moderate rental. He had + inquired about it, and had made up his mind to secure it. + </p> + <p> + "But it is humble," objected his wife. + </p> + <p> + "We must not be proud, wife," he said. We can make it look homelike with + our furniture in it." + </p> + <p> + "But what will you do for an income, Sterling?" + </p> + <p> + "I can work out by the day. Perhaps the man who buys our farm—I hear + the squire has got a purchaser for it—will employ me." + </p> + <p> + "To work out by the day at your age, Sterling!" said his wife, + indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "It will be hard, but if it is necessary I can do it." + </p> + <p> + "But I want to help, Sterling. I can get sewing to do." + </p> + <p> + "No, no; I won't consent to that." + </p> + <p> + "Then I won't consent to your working by the day." + </p> + <p> + "Well, we won't discuss it to-night. We will let the future take care of + itself." + </p> + <p> + Just then the noise of wheels was heard, and a buggy stopped at the door. + </p> + <p> + "I do believe it's Andy!" exclaimed Mrs. Grant, joyfully. + </p> + <p> + It was Andy. A minute later, he was in the house. + </p> + <p> + "I am late," he said. "I lost the regular train, and had to get off at + Stacy, six miles away; but I got a man from the stable to bring me over." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to see you, Andy," said his mother. + </p> + <p> + "And so am I," added Sterling Grant, "though it is a sad time." + </p> + <p> + "Why a sad time, father?" + </p> + <p> + "The squire will foreclose to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "No, he won't foreclose, father. I will stop it." + </p> + <p> + "But how can you prevent it, my son?" + </p> + <p> + "By paying the three thousand dollars, father." + </p> + <p> + "Have you got the money?" asked his father, incredulously. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "But how—?" + </p> + <p> + "Don't ask me any questions, father. Be satisfied with the knowledge that + I have got it." + </p> + <p> + "Heaven be praised!" said the farmer, fervently. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think Squire Carter will say that." + </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. — CONCLUSION. + </h2> + <p> + A little before twelve o'clock on the following day, Squire Carter rang + the bell at the farmhouse door. He was dressed with scrupulous neatness, + and there was a smile of triumphant anticipation on his face. + </p> + <p> + Andy answered the bell. + </p> + <p> + "Walk in, squire," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Ha! So you are home, Andy?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Ahem! Your father has been unfortunate." + </p> + <p> + "Then you intend to foreclose?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I need the money and must have it." + </p> + <p> + "Isn't that rather hard on an old neighbor?" + </p> + <p> + "You are a boy, Andy, and don't understand. Business is business." + </p> + <p> + "Well, come in." + </p> + <p> + Mr. and Mrs. Grant were sitting by the fireplace. They looked calm, not + sorrowful, as the squire anticipated. + </p> + <p> + "Ahem! My friends, I am sorry for you!" said the squire, in a perfunctory + way. "Life is full of disappointments, as we read in the Scriptures." + </p> + <p> + "What do you propose to do with the farm, squire?" asked the farmer, + calmly. + </p> + <p> + "I may sell it, if I can find a purchaser. I haven't thought much about + it." + </p> + <p> + "That is right, squire. It isn't well to count your chickens before they + are hatched." + </p> + <p> + It was Andy who spoke. + </p> + <p> + "Andrew, you are very flippant," said the squire, displeased. "I apprehend + that there is very little doubt as to my having the farm to sell." + </p> + <p> + "What do you suppose is going to become of my father?" + </p> + <p> + "That is not for me to say. If I run the farm I may hire him to work on + it." + </p> + <p> + "He has made up his mind to work on it." + </p> + <p> + "With or without my permission?" said the squire, with a sneer. + </p> + <p> + "Exactly so." + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand you," said the squire, with dignified displeasure. + </p> + <p> + "I presume not, but you will understand better when I say that he stands + prepared to pay off the mortgage, and the farm will remain his." + </p> + <p> + "Impossible!" ejaculated the squire, turning pale. + </p> + <p> + "Quite possible, sir. Have you the mortgage with you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Here is a release which you will please sign. Father, you had better pay + the squire at once." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Grant took out a big wallet, and counted out thirty one-hundred-dollar + bills. + </p> + <p> + "I believe that is correct, squire," he said. + </p> + <p> + "No, it isn't. You haven't paid the interest," snarled the squire. + </p> + <p> + "Here is another hundred dollars—that will cover it." + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes later Squire Carter left the farmhouse with a heavy frown upon + his face. He was bitterly disappointed, and the money did not console him. + </p> + <p> + This was not the last of his disappointments. His brother's widow in New + York sued him for an accounting of his father's estate, and he was + obliged, not long afterward, to pay her five thousand dollars. This put + the widow and her son in a comfortable position, but seriously embarrassed + the squire, who had lost money by ill-advised speculation. + </p> + <p> + Two years later he had to sell his fine place and take a much humbler one + half a mile from the village. Conrad was obliged to seek a place, and is + bitterly humiliated because he receives but four dollars a week, while the + boy he used to look down upon is prosperous and successful. + </p> + <p> + Andy has sold out his property in Tacoma to such advantage that he counts + himself worth twenty thousand dollars. He continues to live in handsome + style with his friend, Walter Gale, and is to be taken into partnership in + the real estate office by Mr. Crawford when he attains the age of + twenty-one. + </p> + <p> + Of the less important characters in our story it may be said that Byron + Warden has had a story published in the nickel library, and is very proud + of this measure of success. He continues to write poems for the <i>Century</i> + and other prominent magazines. They always come back to him "respectfully + declined," but he cherishes the hope that some day he will receive a more + favorable answer. + </p> + <p> + Valentine Burns holds a place in Mr. Crawford's office and is giving + excellent satisfaction. Simon Rich, formerly head clerk for Mr. Flint, has + proved a defaulter, and is a fugitive in Canada. Sam Perkins still dazzles + the world with his showy neckties, but thus far has only risen to ten + dollars a week. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Grant and his wife are happy in Andy's success, and there is no danger + of the farm passing from their possession. Quite unexpectedly the farmer + has received a check from Nathan Lawrence, the defaulting cashier of the + Benton bank, for a thousand dollars, with assurance that in time the + entire three thousand dollars will be paid up. + </p> + <p> + "After all father," writes Andy, "it was lucky for me that I had to leave + school. It was the beginning of my present prosperity." + </p> + <h3> + THE END. + </h3> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14831 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |