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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Cast Upon the Breakers + +Author: Horatio Alger + +Release Date: January 16, 2006 [EBook #399] +Last Updated: January 9, 2019 + + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CAST UPON THE BREAKERS *** + + + + +Produced by Charles Keller and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + CAST UPON THE BREAKERS + </h1> + <h2> + by Horatio Alger, Jr. + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. -- A FAITHLESS GUARDIAN. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. -- THE CASKET OF JEWELS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. -- A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. -- IN PURSUIT OF A THIEF. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. -- A YOUNG FINANCIAL WRECK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. -- AN IMPUDENT ADVENTURER. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. -- AT THE NEWSBOY’S LODGING HOUSE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. -- RODNEY FINDS A PLACE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. -- THE FIRST DAY AT WORK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. -- MIKE PUTS ON A UNIFORM. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. -- MISSING GOODS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. -- WHAT WAS FOUND IN RODNEY’S ROOM. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. -- CHARGED WITH THEFT. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. -- RODNEY IS DISCHARGED. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. -- A RICH FIND. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. -- A SURPRISING TURN OF FORTUNE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. -- JASPER’S PERPLEXITY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. -- RODNEY’S SECRET IS DISCOVERED. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. -- JASPER’S REVENGE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. -- RODNEY LOSES HIS PUPIL. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. -- CONTINUED ILL LUCK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. -- AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE TURNS UP. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. -- MR. WHEELER HAS A SET BACK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. -- A CHANGE OF SCENE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. -- JEFFERSON PETTIGREW’S HOME. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. -- THE BOY CAPITALIST. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. -- THE FAILURE OF SQUIRE SHELDON’S PLOT. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. -- A MINISTER’S GOOD FORTUNE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. -- A MINING TOWN IN MONTANA. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. -- THE MYSTERIOUS ROBBERY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. -- MR. WHEELER EXPLAINS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. -- RODNEY FALLS INTO A TRAP. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII. -- UNDERGROUND. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV. -- RODNEY’S DISCOVERY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV. -- A BLOODY CONFLICT. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. -- THE RODNEY MINE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII. -- CONCLUSION. </a> + </p> + + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> + <p> + A FAITHLESS GUARDIAN. + </p> + <p> + “Well, good by, Rodney! I leave school tomorrow. I am going to learn a + trade.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to part with you, David. Couldn’t you stay another term?” + </p> + <p> + “No: my uncle says I must be earning my living, and I have a chance to + learn the carpenter’s trade.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “To Duffield, some twenty miles away. I wish I were in your shoes. You + have no money cares, and can go on quietly and complete your education.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know how I am situated, David. I only know that my guardian pays + my expenses at this boarding school.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you are a star boarder, and have the nicest room in the institution. + I am only a poor day scholar. Still I feel thankful that I have been + allowed to remain as long as I have. Who is your guardian?” + </p> + <p> + “A Mr. Benjamin Fielding, of New York.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he a business man?” + </p> + <p> + “I believe so.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know how much you will inherit when you come of age?” asked David, + after a short pause. + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t an idea.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me your guardian ought to have told you.” + </p> + <p> + “I scarcely know my guardian. Five years ago I spent a week at his home. I + don’t remember much about it except that he lives in a handsome house, and + has plenty of servants. Since then, as you know, I have passed most of my + time here, except that in the summer I was allowed to board at the + Catskills or any country place I might select.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and I remember one year you took me with you and paid all my + expenses. I shall never forget your kindness, and how much I enjoyed that + summer.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney Ropes smiled, and his smile made his usually grave face look very + attractive. + </p> + <p> + “My dear David,” he said, “it was all selfishness on my part. I knew I + should enjoy myself much better with a companion.” + </p> + <p> + “You may call that selfishness, Rodney, but it is a kind of selfishness + that makes me your devoted friend. How long do you think you shall remain + at school?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. My guardian has never told me his plans for me. I wish he + would.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall miss you, Rodney, but we will correspond, won’t we?” + </p> + <p> + “Surely. You know I shall always feel interested in you and your welfare.” + </p> + <p> + David was a plain boy of humble parentage, and would probably be a hard + working mechanic. In fact he was looking for nothing better. + </p> + <p> + But Rodney Ropes looked to be of genteel blood, and had the air of one who + had been brought up a gentleman. But different as they were in social + position the two boys had always been devoted friends. + </p> + <p> + The boarding school of which Rodney was, as his friend expressed himself, + a star pupil, was situated about fifty miles from the city of New York. It + was under the charge of Dr. Sampson, a tall, thin man of fair scholarship, + keenly alive to his own interest, who showed partiality for his richer + pupils, and whenever he had occasion to censure bore most heavily upon + boys like David Hull, who was poor. + </p> + <p> + Rodney occupied alone the finest room in the school. There was a great + contrast between his comfortable quarters and the extremely plain + dormitories occupied by less favored pupils. + </p> + <p> + In the case of some boys the favoritism of the teacher would have led them + to put on airs, and made them unpopular with their school fellows. But + Rodney had too noble a nature to be influenced by such considerations. He + enjoyed his comfortable room, but treated his school fellows with a frank + cordiality that made him a general favorite. + </p> + <p> + After David left his room Rodney sat down to prepare a lesson in Cicero, + when he was interrupted by the entrance through the half open door of a + younger boy. + </p> + <p> + “Rodney,” he said, “the doctor would like to see you in his office.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, Brauner, I will go down at once.” + </p> + <p> + He put aside his book and went down to the office of Dr. Sampson on the + first floor. + </p> + <p> + The doctor was sitting at his desk. He turned slightly as Rodney entered. + </p> + <p> + “Take a seat, Ropes,” he said curtly. + </p> + <p> + His tone was so different from his usual cordiality that Rodney was + somewhat surprised. + </p> + <p> + “Am I in disgrace?” he asked himself. “Dr. Sampson doesn’t seem as + friendly as usual.” + </p> + <p> + After a brief interval Dr. Sampson wheeled round in his office chair. + </p> + <p> + “I have a letter for you from your guardian, Ropes,” he said. “Here it is. + Do me the favor to read it here.” + </p> + <p> + With some wonder Rodney took the letter and read as follows: + </p> + <p> + DEAR RODNEY—I have bad news to communicate. As you know, I was left + by your father in charge of you and your fortune. I have never told you + the amount, but I will say now that it was about fifty thousand dollars. + Until two years since I kept it intact but then began a series of reverses + in which my own fortune was swallowed up. In the hope of relieving myself + I regret to say that I was tempted to use your money. That went also, and + now of the whole sum there remains but enough to pay the balance of your + school bills, leaving you penniless. How much I regret this I cannot tell + you. I shall leave New York at once. I do not care at present to say where + I shall go, but I shall try to make good the loss, and eventually restore + to you your lost fortune. I may be successful or I may not. I shall do my + best and I hope in time to have better news to communicate. + </p> + <p> + One thing I am glad to say. I have a casket containing your mother’s + jewels. These are intact. I shall send you the casket by express, knowing + that you will wish to keep them out of regard for your mother’s memory. In + case you are reduced to the necessity of pawning or selling them, I am + sure that your mother, could she be consulted, would advise you to do so. + This would be better than to have you suffer from want. + </p> + <p> + There is nothing further for me to write except to repeat my regret, and + renew my promise to make up your lost fortune if I shall ever to able to + do so. Your Guardian, BENJAMIN FIELDING. + </p> + <p> + Rodney read this like one dazed. In an instant he was reduced from the + position of a favorite of fortune to a needy boy, with his living to make. + </p> + <p> + He could not help recalling what had passed between his friend David and + himself earlier in the day. Now he was as poor as David—poorer, in + fact for David had a chance to learn a trade that would yield him a + living, while he was utterly without resources, except in having an + unusually good education. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Dr. Sampson, “have you read your letter?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Your guardian wrote to me also. This is his letter,” and he placed the + brief epistle in Rodney’s hands. + </p> + <p> + DR. SAMPSON—I have written my ward, Rodney Ropes, an important + letter which he will show you. The news which it contains will make it + necessary for him to leave school. I inclose a check for one hundred and + twenty five dollars. Keep whatever is due you, and give him the balance. + BENJAMIN FIELDING. + </p> + <p> + “I have read the letter, but I don’t know what it means,” said Dr. + Sampson. “Can you throw any light upon it?” + </p> + <p> + “Here is my letter, doctor. You can read it for yourself.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Sampson’s face changed as he read Rodney’s letter. It changed and + hardened, and his expression became quite different from that to which + Rodney had been accustomed. + </p> + <p> + “This is a bad business, Ropes,” said the doctor in a hard tone. + </p> + <p> + He had always said Rodney before. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “That was a handsome fortune which your father left you.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. I never knew before how much it amounted to.” + </p> + <p> + “You only learn when you have lost it. Mr. Fielding has treated you + shamefully.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I suppose he has, but he says he will try to make it up to me + in the future.” + </p> + <p> + “Pish! that is all humbug. Even if he is favored by fortune you will never + get back a cent.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I shall, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You are young. You do not know the iniquities of business men. I do.” + </p> + <p> + “I prefer to hope for the best.” + </p> + <p> + “Just as you please.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you anything more to say to me?” + </p> + <p> + “Only that I will figure up your account and see how much money is to come + to you out of the check your guardian has sent. You can stay here till + Monday; then you will find it best to make new arrangements.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney left the room, realizing that Dr. Sampson’s feelings had been + changed by his pupil’s reverse of fortune. + </p> + <p> + It was the way of the world, but it was not a pleasant way, and Rodney + felt depressed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> + <p> + THE CASKET OF JEWELS. + </p> + <p> + It was not till the latter part of the afternoon that the casket arrived. + Rodney was occupied with a recitation, and it was only in the evening that + he got an opportunity to open it. There was a pearl necklace, very + handsome, a pair of bracelets, two gold chains, some minor articles of + jewelry and a gold ring. + </p> + <p> + A locket attracted Rodney’s notice, and he opened it. It contained the + pictures of his father and mother. + </p> + <p> + His father he could barely remember, his mother died before he was old + enough to have her image impressed upon his memory. He examined the locket + and his heart was saddened. He felt how different his life would have been + had his parents lived. + </p> + <p> + He had never before realized the sorrow of being alone in the world. + Misfortune had come upon him, and so far as he knew he had not a friend. + Even Dr. Sampson, who had been paid so much money on his account, and who + had always professed so great friendship for him, had turned cold. + </p> + <p> + As he was standing with the locket in his hand there was a knock at the + door. + </p> + <p> + “Come in!” he called out. + </p> + <p> + The door opened and a stout, coarse looking boy, dressed in an expensive + manner, entered. + </p> + <p> + “Good evening, John,” said Rodney, but not cordially. + </p> + <p> + Next to himself, John Bundy, who was the son of a wealthy saloon keeper in + the city of New York, had been a favorite with Dr. Sampson. + </p> + <p> + If there was anything Dr. Sampson bowed down to and respected it was + wealth, and Mr. Bundy, senior, was reputed to be worth a considerable + fortune. + </p> + <p> + In Rodney’s mood John Bundy was about the last person whom he wanted to + see. + </p> + <p> + “Ha!” said John, espying the open casket, “where did you get all that + jewelry?” + </p> + <p> + “It contains my mother’s jewels,” said Rodney gravely. + </p> + <p> + “You never showed it to me before.” + </p> + <p> + “I never had it before. It came to me by express this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “It must be worth a good pile of money,” said John, his eyes gleaming with + cupidity. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose it is.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you any idea what it is worth?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no thought about it.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you going to do with it? It won’t be of use to you, especially + the diamond earrings,” he added, with a coarse laugh. + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Rodney shortly. + </p> + <p> + “My eyes, wouldn’t my mother like to own all this jewelry. She’s fond of + ornament, but pa won’t buy them for her.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney did not answer. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Ropes, I mustn’t forget my errand. Will you do me a favor?” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Lend me five dollars till the first of next month. My allowance comes due + then. Now I haven’t but a quarter left.” + </p> + <p> + “What makes you apply to me, Bundy?” + </p> + <p> + “Because you always have money. I don’t suppose you are worth as much as + my father, but you have more money for yourself than I have.” + </p> + <p> + “I have had, perhaps, but I haven’t now.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what’s up? What has happened?” + </p> + <p> + “I have lost my fortune.” + </p> + <p> + John whistled. This was his way of expressing amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what have you been doing? How could you lose your fortune?” + </p> + <p> + “My guardian has lost it for me. That amount to the same thing.” + </p> + <p> + “When did you hear that?” + </p> + <p> + “This morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that true? Are you really a poor boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + John Bundy was astonished, but on the whole he was not saddened. In the + estimation of the school Rodney had always ranked higher than he, and been + looked upon as the star pupil in point of wealth. + </p> + <p> + Now that he was dethroned John himself would take his place. This would be + gratifying, though just at present, and till the beginning of the next + month, he would be distressed for ready money. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that’s a stunner!” he said. “How do you feel about it? Shall you + stay in school?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I can’t afford it. I must get to work.” + </p> + <p> + “Isn’t there anything left—not a cent?” + </p> + <p> + “There may be a few dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “And then,” said Bundy with a sudden thought, “there is this casket of + jewelry. You can sell it for a good deal of money.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t mean to sell it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you’re a fool; that’s all I’ve got to say.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t suppose you will understand my feeling in the matter, but these + articles belonged to my mother. They are all I have to remind me of her. I + do not mean to sell them unless it is absolutely necessary.” + </p> + <p> + “I would sell them quicker’n a wink,” said Bundy. “What’s the good of + keeping them?” + </p> + <p> + “We won’t discuss the matter,” said Rodney coldly. + </p> + <p> + “Do you mind my telling the other boys about your losing your money?” + </p> + <p> + “No; it will be known tomorrow at any rate; there is no advantage in + concealing it.” + </p> + <p> + A heavy step was heard outside. It stopped before the door. + </p> + <p> + “I must be getting,” said Bundy, “or I’ll get into trouble.” + </p> + <p> + It was against the rule at the school for boys to make calls upon each + other in the evening unless permission were given. + </p> + <p> + John Bundy opened the door suddenly, and to his dismay found himself + facing the rigid figure of Dr. Sampson, the principal. + </p> + <p> + “How do you happen to be here, Bundy?” asked the doctor sternly. + </p> + <p> + “Please, sir, I was sympathizing with Ropes on his losing his money,” said + Bundy with ready wit. + </p> + <p> + “Very well! I will excuse you this time.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m awful sorry for you, Ropes,” said Bundy effusively. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” responded Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “You can go now,” said the principal. “I have a little business with + Master Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, sir. Good night.” + </p> + <p> + “Good night.” + </p> + <p> + “Won’t you sit down, Dr. Sampson?” said Rodney politely, and he took the + casket from the chair. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I wish to have five minutes’ conversation with you. So these are the + jewels, are they?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “They seem to be quite valuable,” went on the doctor, lifting the pearl + necklace and poising it in his fingers. “It will be well for you to have + them appraised by a jeweler.” + </p> + <p> + “It would, sir, if I wished to sell them, but I mean to keep them as they + are.” + </p> + <p> + “I would hardly advise it. You will need the money. Probably you do not + know how near penniless you are.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I don’t know.” + </p> + <p> + “Your guardian, as you are aware, sent me a check for one hundred and + twenty five dollars. I have figured up how much of this sum is due to me, + and I find it to be one hundred and thirteen dollars and thirty seven + cents.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” said Rodney indifferently. + </p> + <p> + “This leaves for you only eleven dollars and sixty three cents. You follow + me, do you not?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you any money saved up from your allowance?” + </p> + <p> + “A few dollars only, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Ahem! that is a pity. You will need all you can raise. But of course you + did not anticipate what has occurred?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I will throw off the thirty seven cents,” said the principal + magnanimously, “and give you back twelve dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I would rather pay you the whole amount of your bill,” said Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Ahem! Well perhaps that would be more business-like. So you don’t wish to + part with any of the jewelry, Ropes?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought, perhaps, by way of helping you, I would take the earrings, and + perhaps the necklace, off your hands and present them to Mrs. Sampson.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney shuddered with aversion at the idea of these precious articles, + which had once belonged to his mother, being transferred to the stout and + coarse featured consort of the principal. + </p> + <p> + “I think I would rather keep them,” he replied. + </p> + <p> + “Oh well, just as you please,” said Dr. Sampson with a shade of + disappointment for he had no idea of paying more than half what the + articles were worth. “If the time comes when you wish to dispose of them + let me know.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney nodded, but did not answer in words. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, Ropes,” went on the doctor in a perfunctory way, “I am very + sorry for you. I shall miss you, and, if I could afford it, I would tell + you to stay without charge. But I am a poor man.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Rodney hastily, “I understand. I thank you for your words but + would not under any circumstances accept such a favor at your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid you are proud, Ropes. Pride is—ahem—a wrong + feeling.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so, Dr. Sampson, but I wish to earn my own living without being + indebted to any one.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you are right, Ropes. I dare say I should feel so myself. When do + you propose leaving us?” + </p> + <p> + “Some time tomorrow, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall feel sad to have you go. You have been here so long that you seem + to me like a son. But we must submit to the dispensations of Providence—” + and Dr. Sampson blew a vigorous blast upon his red silk handkerchief. “I + will give you the balance due in the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney was glad to be left alone. He had no faith in Dr. Sampson’s + sympathy. The doctor had the reputation of being worth from thirty to + forty thousand dollars, and his assumption of being a poor man Rodney knew + to be a sham. + </p> + <p> + He went to bed early, for tomorrow was to be the beginning of a new life + for him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> + <p> + A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE. + </p> + <p> + When it was generally known in the school that Rodney was to leave because + he had lost his property much sympathy was felt and expressed for him. + </p> + <p> + Though he had received more than ordinary attention from the principal on + account of his pecuniary position and expectations, this had not impaired + his popularity. He never put on any airs and was on as cordial relations + with the poorest student as with the richest. + </p> + <p> + “I’m awfully sorry you’re going, Rodney,” said more than one. “Is it + really true that you have lost your property?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is true.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you feel bad about it?” + </p> + <p> + “I feel sorry, but not discouraged.” + </p> + <p> + “I say, Rodney,” said Ernest Rayner, in a low voice, calling Rodney aside, + “are you very short of money?” + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t much left, Ernest.” + </p> + <p> + “Because I received five dollars last week as a birthday present. I + haven’t spent any of it. You can have it as well as not.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney was much moved. “My dear Ernest,” he said, putting his arm + caressingly around the neck of the smaller boy, “you are a true friend. I + won’t forget your generous offer, though I don’t need to accept it.” + </p> + <p> + “But are you sure you have money enough?” asked Ernest. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I have enough for the present. By the time I need more I shall have + earned it.” + </p> + <p> + There was one boy, already introduced, John Bundy, who did not share in + the general feeling of sympathy for Rodney. This was John Bundy. + </p> + <p> + He felt that Rodney’s departure would leave him the star pupil and give + him the chief social position in school. As to scholarship he was not + ambitious to stand high in that. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Ropes,” he said complacently, “I’m to have your room after you’re + gone.” + </p> + <p> + “I congratulate you,” returned Rodney. “It is an excellent room.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I s’pose it’ll make you feel bad. Where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have done.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, I guess there’s no doubt of that. I’m going to get pa to send me + some nice pictures to hang on the wall. When you come back here on a visit + you’ll see how nice it looks.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it will be a good while before I come here on a visit.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I s’pose it’ll make you feel bad. Where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “To the City of New York.” + </p> + <p> + “You’ll have to live in a small hall bedroom there.” + </p> + <p> + “Why will I?” + </p> + <p> + “Because you are poor, and it costs a good deal of money to live in New + York. It’ll be a great come down.” + </p> + <p> + “It will indeed, but if I can earn enough to support me in plain style I + won’t complain. I suppose you’ll call and see me when you come to New + York?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so, if you don’t live in a tenement house. Pa objects to my going + to tenement houses. There’s no knowing what disease there may be in them.” + </p> + <p> + “It is well to be prudent,” said Rodney, smiling. + </p> + <p> + It did not trouble him much to think he was not likely to receive a call + from his quondan schoolmate. + </p> + <p> + “Here is the balance of your money, Ropes,” said Dr. Sampson, drawing a + small roll of bills from his pocket, later in the day. “I am quite willing + to give you the odd thirty seven cents.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, doctor, but I shan’t need it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are poorly provided. Now I would pay you a good sum for some of your + mother’s jewelry, as I told you last evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Rodney hastily, “but I don’t care to sell at present.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me know when you are ready to dispose of the necklace.” + </p> + <p> + Here the depot carriage appeared in the street outside and Rodney with his + gripsack in one hand and the precious casket in the other, climbed to a + seat beside the driver. + </p> + <p> + His trunk he left behind, promising to send for it when he had found a new + boarding place. + </p> + <p> + There was a chorus of good byes. Rodney waved his handkerchief in general + farewell, and the carriage started for the depot. + </p> + <p> + “Be you goin’ for good?” asked Joel, the driver, who knew Rodney well and + felt friendly to him. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Joel.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s kind of sudden, isn’t it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “What makes you go?” + </p> + <p> + “Bad news, Joel.” + </p> + <p> + “Be any of your folks dead?” + </p> + <p> + “It is not death. I haven’t any ‘folks.’ I’m alone in the world. It’s + because I’ve lost my property and am too poor to remain in school.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s too bad,” said the driver in a tone of sympathy. “Where are you + goin’?” + </p> + <p> + “To the city.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you goin’ to work?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I shall have to.” + </p> + <p> + “If you was a little older you might get a chance to drive a street car, + but I s’pose you’re too young.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I don’t think they would take me.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve thought sometimes I should like such a chance myself,” said Joel. + “I’ve got tired of the country. I should like to live in the city where + there’s theaters, and shows, and such like. Do you know what the drivers + on street cars get?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I never heard.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you’d find out and let me know. You can send the letter to Joel + Phipps, Groveton. Then find out if it’s easy to get such a chance.” + </p> + <p> + “I will. I shall be glad to oblige you.” + </p> + <p> + “You always was obligin’, Rodney. I’ve asked Jack Bundy to do it—you + know his folks live in the city—but he never would. He’s a mighty + disagreeable boy. He never liked you.” + </p> + <p> + “Didn’t he?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I surmise he was jealous of you. He used to say you put on so many + airs it made him sick.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think any of the other boys would say that.” + </p> + <p> + “No, but they could say it of him. Do you think his father is rich?” + </p> + <p> + “I have always heard that he was.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope he’s better about paying his debt than Jack. I lent him twenty + five cents a year ago and I never could get it back.” + </p> + <p> + The distance from the school to the station was a mile. Joel fetched the + carriage round with a sweep and then jumped off, opened the door, and then + helped the passengers to disembark, if that word is allowable. + </p> + <p> + “How soon does the train start, Joel?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “In about five minutes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I had better purchase my ticket without delay.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t forget to ask about horse car drivers!” + </p> + <p> + “No, I won’t. I should like to have you come to New York. I know no one + there, and I should feel glad to see a familiar face.” + </p> + <p> + The train came up in time, and Rodney was one of half a dozen passengers + who entered the cars. + </p> + <p> + He obtained a place next to a stout man dressed in a pepper and salt suit. + </p> + <p> + “Is this seat engaged?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Yes—to you,” and his fellow passenger laughed. + </p> + <p> + Rodney laughed too, for he saw that the remark was meant to be jocose. + </p> + <p> + He put his gripsack on the floor at his feet, but held the casket in his + lap. He did not like to run any risk with that. + </p> + <p> + “Are you a drummer?” asked the stout man, with a glance at the casket. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought you might be, and that THAT might contain your samples.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. That is private property.” + </p> + <p> + He had thought of telling what it contained, but checked himself. He knew + nothing of his companion, and was not sure how far it might be safe to + trust a stranger. + </p> + <p> + “I used to be a drummer myself—in the jewelry line—” continued + his companion, “and I carried a box just like that.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, indeed! Then you are not in that business now?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I got tired of it. I deal in quite a different article now.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed?” + </p> + <p> + “Suburban lot.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t happen to have any of them with you?” + </p> + <p> + The stout man roared with laughter, giving Rodney the impression that he + had said a very witty thing. + </p> + <p> + “That’s a good one,” he remarked, “the best I’ve heard for a long time. + No, I haven’t any of the lots with me, but I’ve got a circular. Just cast + your eye over that,” and he drew a large and showy prospectus from his + pocket. + </p> + <p> + “If you should be looking for a good investment,” he continued, “you can’t + do any better than buy a lot at Morton Park. It is only eighteen miles + from the city and is rapidly building up. You can buy lot on easy + installments, and I will myself pick one out for you that is almost sure + to double in value in a year or two.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Rodney, “but I shall have to invest my money, if I get + any, in a different way.” + </p> + <p> + “As what for instance?” + </p> + <p> + “In board and lodging.” + </p> + <p> + “Good. That is even more necessary than real estate.” + </p> + <p> + “How long have you been in the business, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “About six months.” + </p> + <p> + “And how does it pay?” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, if you know how to talk.” + </p> + <p> + “I should think you might do well, then.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. What business are you going into, + that is, if you are going to the city?” + </p> + <p> + “I am going to the city, but I have no idea yet what I shall do.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you may like to become an agent for our lots. I shall be ready to + employ you as sub agent if you feel disposed.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir. If you will give me your card, I may call upon you.” + </p> + <p> + The short man drew from his card case a business card. It bore the name + </p> + <p> + ADIN WOODS. ROYAL BUILDING. NASSAU ST. Morton Park Lots. + </p> + <p> + “Come to see me at any time,” he said, “and we will talk the matter over.” + </p> + <p> + Here the train boy came along and Rodney bought a copy of Puck, while the + agent resumed the perusal of a copy of a magazine. For an hour the cars + ran smoothly. Then there was a sudden shock causing all the passengers to + start to their feet. + </p> + <p> + “We’re off the track!” shouted an excitable person in front of Rodney. + </p> + <p> + The instinct of self preservation is perhaps stronger than any other. + Rodney and his seat mate both jumped to their feet and hurried to the door + of the car, not knowing what was in store for them. + </p> + <p> + But fortunately the train had not been going rapidly. It was approaching a + station and was “slowing up.” So, though it had really run off the track, + there was not likely to be any injury to the passengers. + </p> + <p> + “We are safe,” said Adin Woods. “The only harm done is the delay. I hope + that won’t be long. Suppose we go back to our seat.” They returned to the + seat which they had jointly occupied. + </p> + <p> + Then Rodney made an alarming discovery. “My casket!” he exclaimed. “Where + is it?” + </p> + <p> + “What did you do with it?” + </p> + <p> + “Left it on the seat.” + </p> + <p> + “It may have fallen to the floor.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney searched for it in feverish excitement, but his search was vain. + THE CASKET HAD DISAPPEARED! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> + <p> + IN PURSUIT OF A THIEF. + </p> + <p> + “Were the contents of the casket valuable?” asked the land agent. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it contained my mother’s jewels, all the more valuable because she + is dead,” replied Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Were they of much intrinsic worth?” + </p> + <p> + “They must be worth several hundred dollars at least.” + </p> + <p> + “Then they must be found,” said Adin Woods energetically. “They have + evidently been taken by some passenger during the five minutes we were + away from our seat.” + </p> + <p> + “Were you inquiring about the casket?” asked a lady sitting opposite. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, madam. Can you give any information about it?” + </p> + <p> + “Just after you left your seat the man that sat behind you rose and + reaching over for it went to the rear end of the car and got out.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you had stopped him, madam.” + </p> + <p> + “He was so cool about it that I thought he might be a friend of the young + gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t know him. He must have been a thief.” + </p> + <p> + “What was his appearance, madam?” asked the lot agent. + </p> + <p> + “He was a thin, dark complexioned man, with side whiskers coming half way + down his cheeks.” + </p> + <p> + “And you say he got out of the rear end of the car?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “He won’t get on the train again,” said the agent turning to Rodney. “He + thinks the casket valuable enough to pay him for the interruption of his + journey.” + </p> + <p> + “What shall I do then?” asked Rodney, feeling helpless and at a loss which + way to turn. + </p> + <p> + “Follow him,” said the agent briefly. “He will probably stop over in the + village a day and resume his journey tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Even if I found him I am afraid I shouldn’t know how to deal with him.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll stop over with you and help you + make it hot for him. I’ve had a spite against thieves ever since I had a + valuable overcoat stolen in one of my journeys.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall feel very much obliged to you, Mr. Woods, but won’t it interfere + with your business?” + </p> + <p> + “Not materially. If we succeed in overhauling the rascal I shall feel + sufficiently repaid for the small interruption. But come on, we can’t + afford to linger here while he is carrying off the plunder.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know how I can repay you, Mr. Woods,” said Rodney gratefully. + </p> + <p> + “You can buy a lot of me when you get rich enough.” + </p> + <p> + “I will certainly do so, though I am afraid it will be a long time first.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t know what good fortune may be in store for you. Did you notice, + madam, in which direction the thief went?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I was looking out of the window. He went over the road to the left.” + </p> + <p> + “That leads to the village. You will see, Mr. Ropes, that I was right + about his plans.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t call me Mr. Ropes. Call me Rodney.” + </p> + <p> + “I will. It don’t seem natural to dub a boy Mr. Now, Rodney, follow me.” + </p> + <p> + The two passengers set out on the road that led to the village. They could + see the latter easily, for it was not more than a mile away. + </p> + <p> + “He will be surprised to think we have ‘struck his trail’ so quick,” said + the agent. + </p> + <p> + “Where shall we go first?” + </p> + <p> + “To the hotel if there is one.” + </p> + <p> + “The village seems small.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there are only a few hundred inhabitant probably. It is not a place + where a traveler would be likely to interrupt his journey unless he had a + special object in doing so, like our dishonest friend. However, I think we + shall be able to balk his little game.” + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes’ walk brought them to the village. Looking about they saw a + small hotel just across the way from a neat white chapel. + </p> + <p> + “Follow me,” said the agent. + </p> + <p> + They went into the public room in which there was a small office. + </p> + <p> + The book of arrivals was open, and Adin Woods went forward and examined + it. Silently he pointed to a name evidently just written, for the ink was + scarcely dry. This was the name: Louis Wheeler, Philadelphia. + </p> + <p> + “This may or may not be his real name,” said Mr. Woods in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “Do you wish to register, gentlemen?” asked the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “We will take dinner, and if we decide to stay will register later. By the + way, I recognize this name, but it may not be the man I suppose.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the gentleman just registered.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you mind describing him?” + </p> + <p> + “He was a tall, dark man as near as I can remember.” + </p> + <p> + “And he carried a small casket in his hand?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and a gripsack.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes,” said the agent his face lighting up with satisfaction. “It is + the man I mean—where is he now?” + </p> + <p> + “In his room.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he say how long he intended to stay?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. He said nothing about his plans.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he seem specially careful about the casket?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. He carried that in his hands, but let the servant carry up the + gripsack.” + </p> + <p> + “My friend,” said the agent in an impressive tone, “I am going to surprise + you.” + </p> + <p> + The country clerk looked all curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “Is it about Mr. Wheeler?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the man is a thief. He stole the casket, which contains valuable + jewelry, from my young friend here. We are here to demand a return of the + property or to arrest him. Is there a policeman within call?” + </p> + <p> + “I can summon a constable.” + </p> + <p> + “Do so, but don’t breathe a word of what I have told you.” + </p> + <p> + The clerk called a boy in from the street and gave him instructions in a + low voice. He went at once on his errand, and in ten minutes a stout broad + shouldered man made his appearance. + </p> + <p> + “This gentleman sent for you, Mr. Barlow,” said the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “What can I do for you?” asked the constable. + </p> + <p> + “Help me to recover stolen property.” + </p> + <p> + “That I will do with pleasure if you will tell me what you want me to do.” + </p> + <p> + Adin Woods held a brief conference with the constable, then he led the way + up stairs, followed immediately by Rodney, while the constable kept a + little behind. + </p> + <p> + “His room is No. 9,” said the bell boy. + </p> + <p> + The agent paused before the door of No. 9, and knocked. + </p> + <p> + “Come in!” said a voice. + </p> + <p> + The agent opened the door, and entered, accompanied by Rodney. A glance + showed that the occupant answered the description given by the lady in the + car. + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler changed color, for he recognized both the agent and Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “What is your business?” he asked in a tone which he tried to make + indifferent. + </p> + <p> + “That,” answered Woods, pointing to the jewel casket on the bureau. + </p> + <p> + It looked to him as if Wheeler, if that was his name, had been trying to + open it. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t understand.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will try to make things clear to you. You have, doubtless by + accident” he emphasized the last word, “taken from the car a casket + belonging to my young friend here.” + </p> + <p> + “You are mistaken, sir,” said Wheeler with brazen hardihood. “That casket + belongs to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed. What does it contain?” + </p> + <p> + “I fail to see how that is any of your business,” returned Wheeler, + determined, if possible, to bluff off his visitors. + </p> + <p> + “I admire your cheek, sir. I really do. But I am too old a traveler to be + taken in by such tricks. I propose to have that casket.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, you are the most impudent thief and burglar I ever met. You + break into a gentleman’s room, and undertake to carry off his private + property. Unless you go out at once, I will have you arrested.” + </p> + <p> + “That you can do very readily, for I have an officer within call.” + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler changed color. He began to see that the situation was + getting serious. + </p> + <p> + “There is a great mistake here,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I agree with you.” + </p> + <p> + The agent went to the door, and called “Constable Barlow.” + </p> + <p> + The constable promptly presented himself. + </p> + <p> + “Do you want me, sir?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “That depends on this gentleman here. If he will peacefully restore to my + young friend here yonder jewel casket I am willing to let him go. + Otherwise—” and he glanced at Wheeler significantly. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I have made a mistake,” admitted the thief. “I had a casket + exactly like this. Possibly I have taken the wrong one.” + </p> + <p> + “I have the key to the casket here,” said Rodney, “and I can tell you + without opening it what it contains.” + </p> + <p> + “What did yours contain?” asked the agent. + </p> + <p> + “Jewelry,” answered Wheeler shortly. + </p> + <p> + “What articles?” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind. I am inclined to think this casket belongs to the boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Rodney, you can take it and Mr. Wheeler will probably find his where he + left it.” + </p> + <p> + No objection was made, and the discomfited thief was left a prey to + mortification and disappointment. + </p> + <p> + Rodney handed a dollar to the constable which that worthy official + received with thanks, and he and the agent resumed their journey by an + afternoon train. They saw nothing further of Louis Wheeler who sent for + dinner to be served in his room. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> + <p> + A YOUNG FINANCIAL WRECK. + </p> + <p> + “You have been very fortunate in recovering your jewels,” said the agent. + </p> + <p> + “I owe it to you,” replied Rodney gratefully. + </p> + <p> + “Well, perhaps so. If I have rendered you a service I am very glad.” + </p> + <p> + “And I am very glad to have found so good a friend. I hope you will let me + pay for your ticket to New York.” + </p> + <p> + “It won’t be necessary. The interruption of our journey won’t invalidate + the ticket we have.” + </p> + <p> + An hour later they reached New York. + </p> + <p> + “What are your plans, Rodney?” asked Adin Woods, who by this time had + become quite intimate with his young companion. + </p> + <p> + “I shall call on my guardian, and perhaps he may give me some advice as to + what I do. Where would you advise me to go—to a hotel?” + </p> + <p> + “No; it will be too expensive. I know of a plain boarding house on West + Fourteenth Street where you can be accommodated with lodging and two meals—breakfast + and supper, or dinner as we call it here—for a dollar a day.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to go there, for the present, at least. I haven’t much + money, and must find something to do as soon as possible.” + </p> + <p> + “We will both go there, and if you don’t object we will take a room + together. That will give us a larger apartment. Mrs. Marcy is an old + acquaintance of mine, and will give you a welcome.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney was glad to accept his companion’s proposal. They proceeded at once + to the boarding house, and fortunately found a good room vacant on the + third floor. Mr. Woods went out in the evening to make a call, but Rodney + was glad to go to bed at nine o’clock. + </p> + <p> + The next morning after breakfast Rodney consulted his companion as to what + he should do with the casket. + </p> + <p> + “Do you want to raise money on it?” asked the agent. + </p> + <p> + “No; I shall not do this unless I am obliged to.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you any idea as to the value of the jewels?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will take you first to a jeweler in Maiden Lane, a friend of mine, + who will appraise them. Afterwards I advise you to deposit the casket at a + storage warehouse, or get Tiffany to keep it for you.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do as you suggest.” + </p> + <p> + Maiden Lane is a street largely devoted to jewelers, wholesale and retail. + Rodney followed Mr. Woods into a store about midway between Broadway and + Nassau Street. A pleasant looking man of middle age greeted the agent + cordially. + </p> + <p> + “What can I do for you?” he asked. “Do you wish to buy a diamond ring for + the future Mrs. Woods?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much. I would like to have you appraise some jewelry belonging to my + young friend here.” + </p> + <p> + The casket was opened, and the jeweler examined the contents admiringly. + </p> + <p> + “This is choice jewelry,” he said. “Does your friend wish to sell?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at present,” answered Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “When you do give me a call. I will treat you fairly. You wish me to + appraise these articles?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, if you will.” + </p> + <p> + “It will take me perhaps fifteen minutes.” + </p> + <p> + The jeweler retired to the back part of the store with the casket. + </p> + <p> + In about a quarter of an hour he returned. + </p> + <p> + “Of course I can’t give exact figures,” he said, “but I value the jewelry + at about twelve hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney looked surprised. + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t think it so valuable,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t mean that you could sell it for so much, but if you wish to + dispose of it I will venture to give you eleven hundred.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. If I decide to sell I will certainly come to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said the agent, “I advise you on the whole to store the casket with + Tiffany.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I have to pay storage in advance?” asked Rodney anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “I think not. The value of the jewels will be a sufficient guarantee that + storage will be paid.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney accompanied Adin Woods to the great jewelry store on the corner of + Fifteenth Street and Union Square, and soon transacted his business. + </p> + <p> + “Now, you won’t have any anxiety as to the safety of the casket,” said the + agent. “Your friend of the train will find it difficult to get hold of the + jewels. Now I shall have to leave you, as I have some business to attend + to. We will meet at supper.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney decided to call at the office of his late guardian, Benjamin + Fielding. It was in the lower part of the city. + </p> + <p> + On his way down town he purchased a copy of a morning paper. Almost the + first article he glanced at proved to be of especial interest to him. It + was headed— + </p> + <p> + SKIPPED TO CANADA + </p> + <p> + Rumors have been rife for some time affecting the business standing of Mr. + Benjamin Fielding, the well known commission merchant. Yesterday it was + discovered that he had left the city, but where he has gone is unknown. It + is believed that he is very deeply involved, and seeing no way out of his + embarrassment has skipped to Canada, or perhaps taken passage to Europe. + Probably his creditors will appoint a committee to look into his affairs + and report what can be done. + </p> + <p> + LATER—An open letter has been found in Mr. Fielding’s desk, + addressed to his creditors. It expresses regret for their losses, and + promises, if his life is spared, and fortune favors him, to do all in his + power to make them good. No one doubts Mr. Fielding’s integrity, and + regrets are expressed that he did not remain in the city and help unravel + the tangle in which his affairs are involved. He is a man of ability, and + as he is still in the prime of life, it may be that he will be able to + redeem his promises and pay his debts in full, if sufficient time is given + him. + </p> + <p> + “I can get no help or advice from Mr. Fielding,” thought Rodney. “I am + thrown upon my own resources, and must fight the battle of life as well as + I can alone.” + </p> + <p> + He got out in front of the Astor House. As he left the car he soiled his + shoes with the mud so characteristic of New York streets. + </p> + <p> + “Shine your boots?” asked a young Arab, glancing with a business eye at + Rodney’s spattered shoes. + </p> + <p> + Rodney accepted his offer, not so much because he thought the blacking + would last, as for the opportunity of questioning the free and independent + young citizen who was doing, what he hoped to do, that is, making a living + for himself. + </p> + <p> + “Is business good with you?” asked Rodney. “It ought to be with the street + in this condition.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; me and de Street Commissioner is in league together. He makes + business good for me.” + </p> + <p> + “And do you pay him a commission?” asked Rodney smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I can’t tell no official secrets. It might be bad for me.” + </p> + <p> + “You are an original genius.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I? I hope you ain’t callin’ me names.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no. I am only paying you a compliment. What is your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Mike Flynn.” + </p> + <p> + “Were do you live, Mike?” + </p> + <p> + “At the Lodge.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you mean at the Newsboys’ ‘Lodge?’” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “How much do you have to pay there?” + </p> + <p> + “Six cents for lodgin’, and six cents for supper and breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + “That is, six cents for each.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; you ain’t comin’ to live there, are you?” asked Mike. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know—I may have to.” + </p> + <p> + “You’re jokin’.” + </p> + <p> + “What makes you think I am joking?” + </p> + <p> + “Because you’re a swell. Look at them clo’es!” + </p> + <p> + “I have a good suit of clothes, to be sure, but I haven’t much money. You + are better off than I am.” + </p> + <p> + “How’s that?” asked Mike incredulously. + </p> + <p> + “You’ve got work to do, and I am earning nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “If you’ve got money enough to buy a box and brush, you can go in with + me.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I should like it, Mike. It would spoil my clothes, and I am + afraid I wouldn’t have money enough to buy others.” + </p> + <p> + “I keep my dress suit at home—the one I wear to parties.” + </p> + <p> + “Haven’t you got any father or mother, Mike? How does it happen that you + are living in New York alone?” + </p> + <p> + “My farder is dead, and me mudder, she married a man wot ain’t no good. + He’d bate me till I couldn’t stand it. So I just run away.” + </p> + <p> + “Where does your mother live?” + </p> + <p> + “In Albany.” + </p> + <p> + “Some time when you earn money enough you can ask her to come here and + live with you.” + </p> + <p> + “They don’t take women at the Lodge.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I suppose not,” said Rodney, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Besides she’s got two little girls by her new husband, and she wouldn’t + want to leave them.” + </p> + <p> + By this time the shine was completed, and Rodney paid Mike. + </p> + <p> + “If I ever come to the Lodge, I’ll ask for you,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Where do you live now?” + </p> + <p> + “I’m just staying at a place on Fourteenth Street, but I can’t afford to + stay there long, for they charge a dollar a day.” + </p> + <p> + “Geewholliker, that would bust me, and make me a financial wreck as the + papers say.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you lose your fortune and get reduced to blacking boots?” asked + Rodney jocosely. + </p> + <p> + “I got scooped out of it in Wall Street,” answered Mike. “Jay Gould + cleaned me out.” + </p> + <p> + “And I suppose now he has added your fortune to his.” + </p> + <p> + “You’ve hit it boss.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, good day, Mike, I’ll see you again some day——” + </p> + <p> + “All right! I’m in my office all de mornin’.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> + <p> + AN IMPUDENT ADVENTURER. + </p> + <p> + While Rodney was talking with Mike Flynn he was an object of attention to + a man who stood near the corner of Barclay Street, and was ostensibly + looking in at the window of the drug store. As Rodney turned away he + recognized him at once as his enterprising fellow traveler who had taken + possession of the casket of jewels. + </p> + <p> + He did not care to keep up an acquaintance with him, and started to cross + the street. But the other came forward smiling, and with a nod said: “I + believe you are the young man I met yesterday in the cars and afterwards + at Kentville?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I just wanted to tell you that I had got back my jewel box, the one for + which I mistook yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” said Rodney, who did not believe a word the fellow said. + </p> + <p> + “Quite an amusing mistake, I made.” + </p> + <p> + “It might have proved serious to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Very true, as I shouldn’t have known where to find you to restore your + property.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think that would have troubled you much,” thought Rodney. “Where + did you find your box?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “In the car. That is, the conductor picked it up and left it at the depot + for me. Where are you staying here in the city? At the Astor House?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I have found a boarding house on West Fourteenth Street.” + </p> + <p> + “If it is a good place, I should like to go there. What is the number?” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t recall it, though I could find it,” answered Rodney with reserve, + for he had no wish to have his railroad acquaintance in the house. + </p> + <p> + “Is the gentleman who was traveling with you there also?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a very pleasant gentleman, though he misjudged me. Ha, ha! my + friends will be very much amused when I tell them that I was taken for a + thief. Why, I venture to say that my box is more valuable than yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Very likely,” said Rodney coldly. “Good morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Good morning. I hope we may meet again.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney nodded, but he could not in sincerity echo the wish. + </p> + <p> + He was now confronted by a serious problem. He had less than ten dollars + in his pocketbook, and this would soon be swallowed up by the necessary + expenses of life in a large city. What would he do when that was gone? + </p> + <p> + It was clear that he must go to work as soon as possible. If his guardian + had remained in the city, probably through his influence a situation might + have been secured. Now nothing was to be looked for in that quarter. + </p> + <p> + He bought a morning paper and looked over the Want Column. He found two + places within a short distance of the Astor House, and called at each. One + was in a railroad office. + </p> + <p> + “My boy,” said the manager, a pleasant looking man, “the place was taken + hours since. You don’t seem to get up very early in the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “I could get up at any hour that was necessary,” replied Rodney, “but I + have only just made up my mind to apply for a position.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t meet with any luck today. It is too late. Get up bright and + early tomorrow morning, buy a paper, and make early application for any + place that strikes you as desirable.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir. I am sure your advice is good.” + </p> + <p> + “If you had been the first to call here, I should have taken you. I like + your appearance better than that of the boy I have selected.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “This boy may not prove satisfactory. Call in six days, just before his + week expires, and if there is likely to be a vacancy I will let you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir. You are very kind.” + </p> + <p> + “I always sympathize with boys. I have two boys of my own.” + </p> + <p> + This conversation quite encouraged Rodney. It seemed to promise success in + the future. If he had probably impressed one man, he might be equally + fortunate with another. + </p> + <p> + It was about half past twelve when he passed through Nassau Street. + </p> + <p> + All at once his arm was grasped, and a cheery voice said, “Where are you + going, Rodney?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Woods!” he exclaimed, with pleased recognition. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it’s your old friend Woods.” + </p> + <p> + “You are not the only railroad friend I have met this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Who was the other?” + </p> + <p> + “The gentleman who obligingly took care of my jewel box for a short time.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean to say you have met him? Where did you come across him?” + </p> + <p> + “In front of the Astor House, almost two hours since.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you speak to him?” + </p> + <p> + “He spoke to me. You will be glad to hear that he has recovered his own + casket of jewels.” + </p> + <p> + Adin Woods smiled. + </p> + <p> + “He must think you are easily imposed upon,” he said, “to believe any such + story. Anything more?” + </p> + <p> + “He said his friends would be very much surprised to hear that he had been + suspected of theft.” + </p> + <p> + “So he wanted to clear himself with you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he asked where I was staying.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you didn’t tell him.” + </p> + <p> + “I only said I was at a boarding house on West Fourteenth Street, but + didn’t mention the number.” + </p> + <p> + “He thinks you have the casket with you, and that he may get possession of + it. It is well that you stored it at Tiffany’s.” + </p> + <p> + “I think so. Now I have no anxiety about it. Do you think he will find out + where we live?” + </p> + <p> + “Probably, as you gave him a clew. But, Rodney, it is about lunch time, + and I confess I have an appetite. Come and lunch with me.” + </p> + <p> + “But I am afraid, Mr. Woods, I shall not be able to return the + compliment.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no occasion for it. I feel in good humor this morning. I have + sold one lot, and have hopes of disposing of another. The one lot pays me + a commission of twenty dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could make twenty dollars in a week.” + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes I only sell one lot in a week. It isn’t like a regular + business. It is precarious. Still, take the year through and I make a + pretty good income. Come in here. We can get a good lunch here,” and he + led the way into a modest restaurant, not far from the site of the old + post office, which will be remembered by those whose residence in New York + dates back twenty years or more. + </p> + <p> + “Now we will have a nice lunch,” said the agent. “I hope you can do + justice to it.” + </p> + <p> + “I generally can,” responded Rodney, smiling. “I am seldom troubled with a + poor appetite.” + </p> + <p> + “Ditto for me. Now what have you been doing this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “Looking for a place.” + </p> + <p> + “With what success?” + </p> + <p> + “Pretty good if I had only been earlier.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney told the story of his application to the manager of the railroad + office. + </p> + <p> + “You will know better next time. I think you’ll succeed. I did. When I + came to New York at the age of twenty two I had only fifty dollars. That + small sum had to last me twelve weeks. You can judge that I didn’t live on + the fat of the land during that time. I couldn’t often eat at Delmonico’s. + Even Beefsteak John’s would have been too expensive for me. However, those + old days are over.” + </p> + <p> + The next day and the two following Rodney went about the city making + application for positions, but every place seemed full. + </p> + <p> + On the third day Mr. Woods said, “I shall have to leave you for a week or + more, Rodney.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “To Philadelphia. There’s a man there who is a capitalist and likes land + investments. I am going to visit him, and hope to sell him several lots. + He once lived in this city, so he won’t object to New York investments.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will succeed, Mr. Woods. I think if you are going away I had + better give up the room, and find cheaper accommodations. I am getting + near the end of my money.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right. It is best to be prudent.” + </p> + <p> + That evening Rodney found a room which he could rent for two dollars a + week. He estimated that by economy he could get along for fifty cents a + day for his eating, and that would be a decided saving. + </p> + <p> + He was just leaving the house the next morning, gripsack in hand, when on + the steps he met Louis Wheeler, his acquaintance of the train. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going?” asked Wheeler. + </p> + <p> + “I am leaving this house. I have hired a room elsewhere.” + </p> + <p> + Wheeler’s countenance fell, and he looked dismayed. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I have just taken a room here for a week,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “You will find it a good place.” + </p> + <p> + “But—I wouldn’t have come here if I hadn’t thought I should have + company.” + </p> + <p> + “I ought to feel complimented.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney was convinced that Wheeler had come in the hopes of stealing the + casket of jewels a second time, and he felt amused at the fellow’s + discomfiture. + </p> + <p> + “You haven’t got your jewel box with you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I can take that another time.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it’s still in the house,” thought Wheeler with satisfaction. “It + won’t be my fault if I don’t get it in my hands. Well, good morning,” he + said. “Come around and call on me.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> + <p> + AT THE NEWSBOY’S LODGING HOUSE. + </p> + <p> + Within a week Rodney had spent all his money, with the exception of about + fifty cents. He had made every effort to obtain a place, but without + success. + </p> + <p> + Boys born and bred in New York have within my observation tried for months + to secure a position in vain, so it is not surprising that Rodney who was + a stranger proved equally unsuccessful. + </p> + <p> + Though naturally hopeful Rodney became despondent. + </p> + <p> + “There seems to be no place for me,” he said to himself. “When I was at + boarding school I had no idea how difficult it is for a boy to earn a + living.” + </p> + <p> + He had one resource. He could withdraw the box of jewels from Tiffany’s, + and sell some article that it contained. But this he had a great objection + to doing. One thing was evident however, he must do something. + </p> + <p> + His friend, the lot agent, was out of town, and he hardly knew whom to + advise with. At last Mike Flynn, the friendly bootblack, whose + acquaintance he had made in front of the Astor House, occurred to him. + </p> + <p> + Mike, humble as he was, was better off than himself. Moreover he was a New + York boy, and knew more about “hustling” than Rodney did. So he sought out + Mike in his “office.” + </p> + <p> + “Good morning, Mike,” said Rodney, as the bootblack was brushing off a + customer. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, its you, Rodney,” said Mike smiling with evident pleasure. “How + you’re gettin’ on?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s bad. Can I help you? Just say the word, and I’ll draw a check for + you on the Park Bank.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that where you keep your money?” + </p> + <p> + “It’s one of my banks. You don’t think I’d put all my spondulics in one + bank, do you?” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t trouble you to draw a check this morning. I only want to ask some + advice.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got plenty of that.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t been able to get anything to do, and I have only fifty cents + left. I can’t go on like that.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got to give up my room on Fourteenth Street. I can’t pay for it any + longer. Do you think I could get in at the Lodge?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I’ll introduce you to Mr. O’Connor.” + </p> + <p> + “When shall I meet you?” + </p> + <p> + “At five o’clock. We’ll be in time for supper.” + </p> + <p> + “All right.” + </p> + <p> + At five o’clock Mike accompanied Rodney to the large Newsboys’ Lodging + House on New Chambers Street. Mr. O’Connor, the popular and efficient + superintendent, now dead, looked in surprise at Mike’s companion. He was a + stout man with a kindly face, and Rodney felt that he would prove to be a + friend. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. O’Connor, let me introduce me friend, Mr. Rodney Ropes,” said Mike. + </p> + <p> + “Could you give me a lodging?” asked Rodney in an embarrassed tone. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but I am surprised to see a boy of your appearance here.” + </p> + <p> + “I am surprised to be here myself,” admitted Rodney. + </p> + <p> + The superintendent fixed upon him a shrewd, but kindly glance. + </p> + <p> + “Have you run away from home?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. It is my home that has run away from me.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you parents?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you come from the country?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Where have you been living?” + </p> + <p> + “At a boarding school a few hours from New York.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you leave it?” + </p> + <p> + “Because my guardian sent me word that he had lost my fortune, and could + no longer pay my bills.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been unfortunate truly. What do you propose to do now?” + </p> + <p> + “Earn my living if I can. I have been in the city for about two weeks, and + have applied at a good many places but in vain.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you were right in coming here. Supper is ready, and although it is + not what you are used to, it will satisfy hunger. Mike, you can take + Rodney with you.” + </p> + <p> + Within five minutes Rodney was standing at a long table with a bowl of + coffee and a segment of bread before him. It wouldn’t have been attractive + to one brought up to good living, as was the case with him, but he was + hungry. + </p> + <p> + He had eaten nothing since morning except an apple which he had bought at + a street stand for a penny, and his stomach urgently craved a fresh supply + of food. + </p> + <p> + Mike stood next to him. The young bootblack, who was used to nothing + better, ate his portion with zest, and glanced askance at Rodney to see + how he relished his supper. He was surprised to see that his more + aristocratic companion seemed to enjoy it quite as much as himself. + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t think you’d like it,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Anything tastes good when you’re hungry, Mike.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so.” + </p> + <p> + “And I haven’t eaten anything except an apple, since morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Is dat so? Why didn’t you tell me? I’d have stood treat at de Boss Tweed + eatin’ house.” + </p> + <p> + “I had money, but I didn’t dare to spend it. I was afraid of having + nothing left.” + </p> + <p> + When Rodney had eaten his supper he felt that he could have eaten more, + but the craving was satisfied and he felt relieved. + </p> + <p> + He looked around him with some curiosity, for he had never been in such a + motley gathering before. There were perhaps one hundred and fifty boys + recruited from the street, to about all of whom except himself the term + street Arab might be applied. + </p> + <p> + The majority of them had the shrewd and good humored Celtic face. Many of + them were fun loving and even mischievous, but scarcely any were really + bad. + </p> + <p> + Naturally Rodney, with his good clothes, attracted attention. The boys + felt that he was not one of them, and they had a suspicion that he felt + above them. + </p> + <p> + “Get on to de dude!” remarked one boy, who was loosely attired in a ragged + shirt and tattered trousers. + </p> + <p> + “He means me, Mike,” said Rodney with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Patsy Glenn, what do you mean by callin’ me friend Rodney a dude?” + demanded Mike angrily. + </p> + <p> + “Coz he’s got a dandy suit on.” + </p> + <p> + “What if he has? Wouldn’t you wear one like it if you could!” + </p> + <p> + “You bet!” + </p> + <p> + “Then just let him alone! He’s just got back from de inauguration.” + </p> + <p> + “Where’d you pick him up, Mike?” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind! He’s one of us. How much money have you got in your pocket + Rodney?” + </p> + <p> + “Thirty two cents.” + </p> + <p> + “He can’t put on no frills wid dat money.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so. I take it all back,” and Patsy offered a begrimed hand to + Rodney, which the latter shook heartily with a pleasant smile. + </p> + <p> + That turned the tide in favor of Rodney, the boys gathered around him and + he told his story in a few words. + </p> + <p> + “I used to be rich, boys,” he said, “but my guardian spent all my money, + and now I am as poor as any of you.” + </p> + <p> + “You’d ought to have had me for your guardian, Rodney,” observed Mike. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you had. You wouldn’t have lost my money for me.” + </p> + <p> + “True for you! I say so, boys, if we can find Rodney’s guardian, what’ll + we do to him?” + </p> + <p> + “Give him de grand bounce,” suggested Patsy. + </p> + <p> + “Drop him out of a high winder,” said another. + </p> + <p> + “What’s his name?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t care to tell you, boys. He’s written me a letter, saying he will + try to pay me back some day. I think he will. He isn’t a bad man, but he + has been unlucky.” + </p> + <p> + Mike, at the request of Mr. O’Connor, showed Rodney a locker in which he + could store such articles of clothing as he had with him. After that he + felt more at home, and as if he were staying at a hotel though an humble + one. + </p> + <p> + At eight o’clock some of the boys had already gone to bed, but Mike and + Rodney were among those who remained up. Rodney noticed with what kindness + yet fairness the superintendent managed his unruly flock. Unruly they + might have been with a different man, but he had no trouble in keeping + them within bounds. + </p> + <p> + It was at this time that two strangers were announced, one a New York + merchant named Goodnow, the other a tall, slender man with sandy whiskers + of the mutton chop pattern. + </p> + <p> + “Good evening, Mr. Goodnow,” said the superintendent, who recognized the + merchant as a friend of the society. + </p> + <p> + “Good evening, Mr. O’Connor. I have brought my friend and correspondent + Mr. Mulgrave, of London, to see some of your young Arabs.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to give him all the opportunity he desires.” + </p> + <p> + The Englishman looked curiously at the faces of the boys who in turn were + examining him with equal interest. + </p> + <p> + “They are not unlike our boys of a similar grade, but seem sharper and + more intelligent,” he said. “But surely,” pointing to Rodney, “that boy is + not one of the—Arabs. Why, he looks like a young gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a new comer. He only appeared tonight.” + </p> + <p> + “He must have a history. May I speak with him?” + </p> + <p> + “By all means. Rodney, this gentleman would like to talk with you.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney came forward with the ease of a boy who was accustomed to good + society, and said: “I shall be very happy to speak with him.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. + </h2> + <p> + RODNEY FINDS A PLACE. + </p> + <p> + “Surely,” said the Englishman, “you were not brought up in the street?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no,” answered Rodney, “I was more fortunate.” + </p> + <p> + “Then how does it happen that I find you here—among the needy boys + of the city?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I am needy, too.” + </p> + <p> + “But you were not always poor?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I inherited a moderate fortune from my father. It was only within a + short time that I learned from my guardian that it was lost. I left the + boarding school where I was being educated, and came to the city to try to + make a living.” + </p> + <p> + “But surely your guardian would try to provide for you?” + </p> + <p> + “He is no longer in the city.” + </p> + <p> + “Who was he?” asked Otis Goodnow. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Benjamin Fielding.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it possible? Why, I lost three thousand dollars by him. He has treated + you shamefully.” + </p> + <p> + “It was not intentional, I am sure,” said Rodney. “He was probably drawn + into using my money by the hope of retrieving himself. He wrote me that he + hoped at some time to make restitution.” + </p> + <p> + “You speak of him generously, my lad,” said Mr. Mulgrave. “Yet he has + brought you to absolute poverty.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, and I won’t pretend that it is not a hard trial to me, but if I + can get a chance to earn my own living, I will not complain.” + </p> + <p> + “Goodnow, a word with you,” said the Englishman, and he drew his friend + aside. “Can’t you make room for this boy in your establishment?” + </p> + <p> + Otis Goodnow hesitated. “At present there is no vacancy,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Make room for him, and draw upon me for his wages for the first six + months.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do so, but before the end of that time I am sure he will justify + my paying him out of my own pocket.” + </p> + <p> + There was a little further conference, and then the two gentlemen came up + to where Rodney was standing with Mr. O’Connor. + </p> + <p> + “My boy,” said Mr. Mulgrave, “my friend here will give you a place at five + dollars a week. Will that satisfy you?” + </p> + <p> + Rodney’s face flushed with pleasure. + </p> + <p> + “It will make me very happy,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Come round to my warehouse—here is my business card—tomorrow + morning,” said the merchant. “Ask to see me.” + </p> + <p> + “At what time shall I call, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “At half past nine o’clock. That is for the first morning. When you get to + work you will have to be there at eight.” + </p> + <p> + “There will be no trouble about that, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Now it is my turn,” said the Englishman. “Here are five dollars to keep + you till your first week’s wages come due. I dare say you will find them + useful.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you very much, sir. I was almost out of money.” + </p> + <p> + After the two gentlemen left the Lodging House Rodney looked at the card + and found that his new place of employment was situated on Reade Street + not far from Broadway. + </p> + <p> + “It’s you that’s in luck, Rodney,” said his friend Mike. “Who’d think that + a gentleman would come to the Lodging House to give you a place?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I am in luck, Mike, and now I’m going to make you a proposal.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Why can’t we take a room together? It will be better than living here.” + </p> + <p> + “Sure you wouldn’t room with a poor boy like me?” + </p> + <p> + “Why shouldn’t I? You are a good friend, and I should like your company. + Besides I mean to help you get an education. I suppose you’re not a first + class scholar, Mike?” + </p> + <p> + “About fourth class, I guess, Rodney.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you shall study with me. Then when you know a little more you may + get a chance to get out of your present business, and get into a store.” + </p> + <p> + “That will be bully!” said Mike with pleasure. + </p> + <p> + “Now we’d better go to bed; I must be up bright and early in the morning. + We’ll engage a room before I go to work.” + </p> + <p> + There was no difficulty about rising early. It is one of the rules of the + Lodging House for the boys to rise at six o’clock, and after a frugal + breakfast of coffee and rolls they are expected to go out to their + business whatever it may be. Mike and Rodney dispensed with the regulation + breakfast and went out to a restaurant on Park Row where they fared + better. + </p> + <p> + “Now where shall we go for a room?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “There’s a feller I know has a good room on Bleecker Street,” said Mike. + </p> + <p> + “How far is that?” + </p> + <p> + “A little more’n a mile.” + </p> + <p> + “All right! Let us go and see.” + </p> + <p> + Bleecker Street once stood in better repute than at present. It is said + that A. T. Stewart once made his home there. Now it is given over to shops + and cheap lodging houses. + </p> + <p> + Finally the boys found a room decently furnished, about ten feet square, + of which the rental was two dollars and a half per week. Mike succeeded in + beating down the lodging house keeper to two dollars, and at that figure + they engaged it. + </p> + <p> + “When will you come?” asked Mrs. McCarty. + </p> + <p> + “Right off,” said Mike. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll need a little time to put it in order.” + </p> + <p> + “Me and my partner will be at our business till six o’clock,” returned + Mike. + </p> + <p> + “You can send in your trunks during the day if you like.” + </p> + <p> + “My trunk is at the Windsor Hotel,” said Mike. “I’ve lent it to a friend + for a few days.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. McCarty looked at Mike with a puzzled expression. She was one of + those women who are slow to comprehend a joke, and she could not quite + make it seem natural that her new lodger, who was in rather neglige + costume, should be a guest at a fashionable hotel. + </p> + <p> + “I will leave my valise,” said Rodney, “and will send for my trunk. It is + in the country.” + </p> + <p> + Mike looked at him, not feeling quite certain whether he was in earnest, + but Rodney was perfectly serious. + </p> + <p> + “You’re better off than me,” said Mike, when they reached the street. “If + I had a trunk I wouldn’t have anything to put into it.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll see if I can’t rig you out, Mike. I’ve got a good many clothes, + bought when I was rich. You and I are about the same size. I’ll give you a + suit of clothes to wear on Sundays.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you?” exclaimed Mike, his face showing pleasure. “I’d like to see + how I look in good clo’es. I never wore any yet. It wouldn’t do no good in + my business.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t want to wear them when at work. But wouldn’t you like to change + your business?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you ever tried?” + </p> + <p> + “What’d be the use of tryin’? They’d know I was a bootblack in these + clo’es.” + </p> + <p> + “When you wear a better suit you can go round and try your luck.” + </p> + <p> + “I’d like to,” said Mike wistfully. “I don’t want you to tell at the store + that you room with a bootblack.” + </p> + <p> + “It isn’t that I think of, Mike. I want you to do better. I’m going to + make a man of you.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you are. Sometimes I’ve thought I’d have to be a bootblack always. + When do you think you’ll get the clo’es?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall write to the principal of the boarding school at once, asking him + to forward my trunk by express. I want to economize a little this week, + and shall have to pay the express charges.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll pay up my part of the rent, Rodney, a quarter a day.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney had advanced the whole sum, as Mike was not in funds. + </p> + <p> + “If you can’t pay a dollar a week I will pay a little more than half.” + </p> + <p> + “There ain’t no need. I’ll pay my half and be glad to have a nice room.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got three or four pictures at the school, and some books. I’ll send + for them later on, and we’ll fix up the room.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you? We’ll have a reg’lar bang up place. I tell you that’ll be + better than livin’ at the Lodge.” + </p> + <p> + “Still that seems a very neat place. It is lucky for poor boys that they + can get lodging so cheap.” + </p> + <p> + “But it isn’t like havin’ a room of your own, Rodney. I say, when we’re + all fixed I’ll ask some of me friends to come in some evenin’ and take a + look at us. They’ll be s’prised.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, Mike. I shall be glad to see any of your friends.” + </p> + <p> + It may seem strange that Rodney, carefully as he had been brought up, + should have made a companion of Mike, but he recognized in the warm + hearted Irish boy, illiterate as he was, sterling qualities, and he felt + desirous of helping to educate him. He knew that he could always depend on + his devoted friendship, and looked forward with pleasure to their more + intimate companionship. + </p> + <p> + After selecting their room and making arrangements to take possession of + it, the boys went down town. Rodney stepped into the reading room at the + Astor House and wrote the following letter to Dr. Sampson: + </p> + <p> + DR. PLINY SAMPSON: + </p> + <p> + DEAR SIR—Will you be kind enough to send my trunk by express to No. + 312 Bleecker Street? I have taken a room there, and that will be my home + for the present. I have obtained a position in a wholesale house on Reade + Street, and hope I may give satisfaction. Will you remember me with best + wishes to all the boys? I don’t expect to have so easy or pleasant a time + as I had at school, but I hope to get on, and some time—perhaps in + the summer—to make you a short visit. + </p> + <p> + Yours truly, RODNEY ROPES. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. + </h2> + <h3> + THE FIRST DAY AT WORK. + </h3> + <p> + A little before half past nine Rodney paused in front of a large five + story building on Reade Street occupied by Otis Goodnow. + </p> + <p> + He entered and found the first floor occupied by quite a large number of + clerks and salesmen, and well filled with goods. + </p> + <p> + “Well, young fellow, what can I do for you?” asked a dapper looking clerk. + </p> + <p> + “I would like to see Mr. Goodnow.” + </p> + <p> + “He’s reading his letters. He won’t see you.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney was provoked. + </p> + <p> + “Do you decide who is to see him?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “You’re impudent, young feller.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I? Perhaps you will allow Mr. Goodnow to see me, as long as he told me + to call here this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s a different thing,” returned the other in a different tone. “If + you’re sure about that you can go to the office in the back part of the + room.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney followed directions and found himself at the entrance of a room + which had been partitioned off for the use of the head of the firm. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Goodnow was seated at a desk with his back to him, and was employed in + opening letters. Without turning round he said, “Sit down and I will + attend to you in a few minutes.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney seated himself on a chair near the door. In about ten minutes Mr. + Goodnow turned around. + </p> + <p> + “Who is it?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you remember telling me to call at half past nine. You saw me at + the Newsboys’ Lodging House.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, yes, I remember. I promised my friend Mulgrave that I would give you + a place. What can you do? Are you a good writer?” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I give you a specimen of my handwriting?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; sit down at that desk.” + </p> + <p> + It was a desk adjoining his own. + </p> + <p> + Rodney seated himself and wrote in a firm, clear, neat hand: + </p> + <p> + “I will endeavor to give satisfaction, if you are kind enough to give me a + place in your establishment.” + </p> + <p> + Then he passed over the paper to the merchant. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, very good!” said Mr. Goodnow approvingly. “You won’t be expected to + do any writing yet but I like to take into my store those who are + qualified for promotion.” + </p> + <p> + He rang a little bell on his desk. + </p> + <p> + A boy about two years older than Rodney answered the summons. + </p> + <p> + “Send Mr. James here,” said the merchant. + </p> + <p> + Mr. James, a sandy complexioned man, partially bald, made his appearance. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. James,” said the merchant, “I have taken this boy into my employ. I + don’t know if one is needed, but it is at the request of a friend. You can + send him on errands, or employ him in any other way.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir. I can find something for him to do today at any rate, as + young Johnson hasn’t shown up.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. Whats your name, my lad?” + </p> + <p> + “Rodney Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “Make a note of his name, Mr. James, and enter it in the books. You may go + with Mr. James, and put yourself at his disposal.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney followed the subordinate, who was the head of one of the + departments, to the second floor. Here Mr. James had a desk. + </p> + <p> + “Wait a minute,” he said, “and I will give you a memorandum of places to + call at.” + </p> + <p> + In five minutes a memorandum containing a list of three places was given + to Rodney, with brief instructions as to what he was to do at each. They + were places not far away, and fortunately Rodney had a general idea as to + where they were. + </p> + <p> + In his search for positions he had made a study of the lower part of the + city which now stood him in good stead. + </p> + <p> + As he walked towards the door he attracted the attention of the young + clerk with whom he had just spoken. + </p> + <p> + “Well, did you see Mr. Goodnow?” asked the young man, stroking a sickly + looking mustache. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Has he taken you into the firm?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet, but he has given me a place.” + </p> + <p> + The clerk whistled. + </p> + <p> + “So you are one of us?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Rodney with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “Then you ought to know the rules of the house.” + </p> + <p> + “You can tell me later on, but now I am going out on an errand.” + </p> + <p> + In about an hour Rodney returned. He had been detained at two of the + places where he called. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember what I said?” asked the young clerk as he passed. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “The first rule of the establishment is for a new hand to treat ME on his + first day.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s pretty good for you,” said Rodney, laughing; “I shall have to wait + till my pay is raised.” + </p> + <p> + About the middle of the afternoon, as Rodney was helping to unpack a crate + of goods, the older boy whom he had already seen in the office below, + walked up to him and said, “Is your name Ropes?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “You are wanted in Mr. Goodnow’s office.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney went down stairs, feeling a little nervous. Had he done wrong, and + was he to be reprimanded? + </p> + <p> + He could think of nothing deserving censure. So far as he knew he had + attended faithfully to all the duties required of him. + </p> + <p> + As he entered the office, he saw that Mr. Goodnow had a visitor, whose + face looked familiar to him. He recalled it immediately as the face of the + English gentleman who had visited the Lodging House the day previous with + his employer. + </p> + <p> + “So I find you at work?” he said, offering his hand with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” answered Rodney gratefully, “thanks to you.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you think you will like it?” + </p> + <p> + “Very much, sir. It is so much better than going around the street with + nothing to do.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will try to give satisfaction to my friend, Mr. Goodnow.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall try to do so, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You mustn’t expect to rise to be head salesman in a year. Festina lente, + as the Latin poet has it.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be satisfied with hastening slowly, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “What! you understand Latin?” + </p> + <p> + “Pretty well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Upon my word, I didn’t expect to find a boy in the News boys’ Lodging + House with classical attainments. Perhaps you know something of Greek + also!” he said doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + In reply Rodney repeated the first line of the Iliad. + </p> + <p> + “Astonishing!” exclaimed Mr. Mulgrave, putting up his eyeglass, and + surveying Rodney as if he were a curious specimen. “You don’t happen to + know anything of Sanscrit, do you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I confess my ignorance.” + </p> + <p> + “I apprehend you won’t require it in my friend Goodnow’s establishment.” + </p> + <p> + “If I do, I will learn it,” said Rodney, rather enjoying the joke. + </p> + <p> + “If I write a book about America, I shall certainly put in a paragraph + about a learned office boy. I think you are entitled to something for your + knowledge of Greek and Latin—say five dollars apiece,” and Mr. + Mulgrave drew from his pocket two gold pieces and handed them to Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you very much, sir,” said Rodney. “I shall find this money very + useful, as I have taken a room, and am setting up housekeeping.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you have left the Lodging House?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I only spent one night there.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right. It is no doubt a great blessing to the needy street boys, + but you belong to a different class.” + </p> + <p> + “It is very fortunate I went there last evening, or I should not have met + you and Mr. Goodnow.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to have been the means of doing you a service,” said the + Englishman kindly, shaking hands with Rodney, who bowed and went back to + his work. + </p> + <p> + “I am not sure but you are taking too much notice of that boy, Mulgrave,” + said the merchant. + </p> + <p> + “No fear! He is not a common boy. You won’t regret employing him.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope not.” + </p> + <p> + Then they talked of other matters, for Mr. Mulgrave was to start on his + return to England the following day. + </p> + <p> + At five o’clock Rodney’s day was over, and he went back to Bleecker + Street. He found Mike already there, working hard to get his hands clean, + soiled as they were by the stains of blacking. + </p> + <p> + “Did you have a good day, Mike?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I made a dollar and ten cents. Here’s a quarter towards the rent.” + </p> + <p> + “All right! I see you are prompt in money matters.” + </p> + <p> + “I try to be. Do you know, Rodney, I worked better for feelin’ that I had + a room of my own to go to after I got through. I hope I’ll soon be able to + get into a different business.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope so, too.” + </p> + <p> + Two days later Rodney’s trunk arrived. In the evening he opened it. He + took out a dark mixed suit about half worn, and said, “Try that on, Mike.” + </p> + <p> + Mike did so. It fitted as if it were made for him. + </p> + <p> + “You can have it, Mike,” said Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean it?” exclaimed Mike, delighted. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do. I have plenty of others.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney supplemented his gift by a present of underclothing, and on the + following Sunday the two boys went to Central Park in the afternoon, Mike + so transformed that some of his street friends passed him without + recognition, much to Mike’s delight. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. + </h2> + <p> + MIKE PUTS ON A UNIFORM. + </p> + <p> + A wonderful change came over Mike Flynn. Until he met Rodney he seemed + quite destitute of ambition. The ragged and dirty suit which he wore as + bootblack were the best he had. His face and hands generally bore the + marks of his business, and as long as he made enough to buy three meals a + day, two taken at the Lodging House, with something over for lodging, and + an occasional visit to a cheap theater, he was satisfied. + </p> + <p> + He was fifteen, and had never given a thought to what he would do when he + was older. But after meeting Rodney, and especially after taking a room + with him, he looked at life with different eyes. He began to understand + that his business, though honorable because honest, was not a desirable + one. He felt, too, that he ought to change it out of regard for Rodney, + who was now his close companion. + </p> + <p> + “If I had ten dollars ahead,” he said one day, “I’d give up blackin’ + boots.” + </p> + <p> + “What else would you do?” + </p> + <p> + “I’d be a telegraph boy. That’s more respectable than blackin’ boots, and + it ‘ould be cleaner.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true. Do you need money to join?” + </p> + <p> + “I would get paid once in two weeks, and I’d have to live till I got my + first salary.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess I can see you through, Mike.” + </p> + <p> + “No; you need all your money, Rodney. I’ll wait and see if I can’t save it + myself.” + </p> + <p> + This, however, would have taken a long time, if Mike had not been favored + by circumstances. He was standing near the ladies’ entrance to the Astor + House one day, when casting his eyes downward he espied a neat pocketbook + of Russia leather. He picked it up, and from the feeling judged that it + must be well filled. + </p> + <p> + Now I must admit that it did occur to Mike that he could divert to his own + use the contents without detection, as no one had seen him pick it up. But + Mike was by instinct an honest boy, and he decided that this would not be + right. He thrust it into his pocket, however, as he had no objection to + receiving a reward if one was offered. + </p> + <p> + While he was standing near the entrance, a tall lady, dressed in brown + silk and wearing glasses, walked up from the direction of Broadway. She + began to peer about like one who was looking for something. + </p> + <p> + “I guess its hers,” thought Mike. + </p> + <p> + “Are you looking for anything, ma’am?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + She turned and glanced at Mike. + </p> + <p> + “I think I must have dropped my pocketbook,” she said. “I had it in my + hand when I left the hotel, but I had something on my mind and I think I + must have dropped it without noticing. Won’t you help me look for it, for + I am short sighted?” + </p> + <p> + “Is this it?” asked Mike, producing the pocketbook. + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes!” exclaimed the lady joyfully. “Where did you find it?” + </p> + <p> + “Just here,” answered Mike, indicating a place on the sidewalk. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose there is a good deal of money in it?” said Mike, with + pardonable curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “Then you didn’t open it?” + </p> + <p> + “No, ma’am, I didn’t have a chance. I just found it.” + </p> + <p> + “There may be forty or fifty dollars, but it isn’t on that account I + should have regretted losing it. It contained a receipt for a thousand + dollars which I am to use in a law suit. That is very important for it + will defeat a dishonest claim for money that I have already paid.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I’m glad I found it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are an honest boy. You seem to be a poor boy also.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s true, ma’am. If I was rich I wouldn’t black boots for a livin’.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear me, you are one of the young street Arabs I’ve read about,” and the + lady looked curiously at Mike through her glasses. + </p> + <p> + “I expect I am.” + </p> + <p> + “And I suppose you haven’t much money.” + </p> + <p> + “My bank account is very low, ma’am.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve read a book about a boy named ‘Ragged Dick.’ I think he was a + bootblack, too. Do you know him?” + </p> + <p> + “He’s my cousin, ma’am,” answered Mike promptly. + </p> + <p> + It will be observed that I don’t represent Mike as possessed of all the + virtues. + </p> + <p> + “Dear me, how interesting. I bought the book for my little nephew. Now I + can tell him I have seen ‘Ragged Dick’s’ cousin. Where is Dick now?” + </p> + <p> + “He’s reformed, ma’am.” + </p> + <p> + “Reformed?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, from blackin’ boots. He’s in better business now.” + </p> + <p> + “If I should give you some of the money in this pocketbook, you wouldn’t + spend it on drinking and gambling, would you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, ma’am. I’d reform like my cousin, Ragged Dick.” + </p> + <p> + “You look like a good truthful boy. Here are ten dollars for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thank you, ma’am! you’re a gentleman,” said Mike overjoyed. “No, I + don’t mean that but I hope you’ll soon get a handsome husband.” + </p> + <p> + “My young friend, I don’t care to marry, though I appreciate your good + wishes. I am an old maid from principle. I am an officer of the Female + Suffrage Association.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it a good payin’ office, ma’am?” asked Mike, visibly impressed. + </p> + <p> + “No, but it is a position of responsibility. Please tell me your name that + I may make a note of it.” + </p> + <p> + “My name is Michael Flynn.” + </p> + <p> + “I see. You are of Celtic extraction.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know, ma’am. I never heard that I was. It isn’t anything bad, is + it?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all. I have some Celtic blood in my own veins. If you ever come to + Boston you can inquire for Miss Pauline Peabody.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, ma’am,” said Mike, who thought the lady rather a “queer lot.” + </p> + <p> + “Now I must call upon my lawyer, and leave the receipt which I came so + near losing.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I’m in luck,” thought Mike. “I’ll go home and dress up, and apply + for a position as telegraph boy.” + </p> + <p> + When Rodney came home at supper time he found Mike, dressed in his Sunday + suit. + </p> + <p> + “What’s up now, Mike?” he asked. “Have you retired from business?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, from the bootblack business. Tomorrow I shall be a telegraph boy.” + </p> + <p> + “That is good. You haven’t saved up ten dollars, have you?” + </p> + <p> + “I saved up two, and a lady gave me ten dollars for findin’ her + pocketbook.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s fine, Mike.” + </p> + <p> + There chanced to be a special demand for telegraph boys at that time, and + Mike, who was a sharp lad, on passing the necessary examination, was at + once set to work. + </p> + <p> + He was immensely fond of his blue uniform when he first put it on, and + felt that he had risen in the social scale. True, his earnings did not + average as much, but he was content with smaller pay, since the duties + were more agreeable. + </p> + <p> + In the evenings under Rodney’s instruction he devoted an hour and + sometimes two to the task of making up the deficiencies in his early + education. These were extensive, but Mike was naturally a smart boy, and + after a while began to improve rapidly. + </p> + <p> + So three months passed. Rodney stood well in with Mr. Goodnow, and was + promoted to stock clerk. The discipline which he had revived as a student + stood him in good stead, and enabled him to make more rapid advancement + than some who had been longer in the employ of the firm. In particular he + was promoted over the head of Jasper Redwood, a boy two years older than + himself, who was the nephew of an old employee who had been for fifteen + years in the house. + </p> + <p> + Jasper’s jealousy was aroused, and he conceived a great dislike for + Rodney, of which Rodney was only partially aware. + </p> + <p> + For this dislike there was really no cause. Rodney stood in his way only + because Jasper neglected his duties, and failed to inspire confidence. He + was a boy who liked to spend money and found his salary insufficient, + though he lived with his uncle and paid but two dollars a week for his + board. + </p> + <p> + “Uncle James,” he said one day, “when do you think I will get a raise?” + </p> + <p> + “You might get one now if it were not for the new boy.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he has just been promoted to a place which I hoped to get for you.” + </p> + <p> + “It is mean,” grumbled Jasper. “I have been here longer than he.” + </p> + <p> + “True, but he seems to be Mr. Goodnow’s pet. It was an unlucky day for you + when he got a place in the establishment.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you ask Mr. Goodnow to promote me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but he said he had decided to give Archer’s place to Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + Archer was a young clerk who was obliged, on account of pulmonary + weakness, to leave New York and go to Southern California. + </p> + <p> + “How much does Ropes get now?” + </p> + <p> + “Seven dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “And I only get five, and I am two years older. They ought to have more + regard for you, Uncle James, or I, as your nephew, would get promoted.” + </p> + <p> + “I will see what we can do about it.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish Ropes would get into some scrape and get discharged.” + </p> + <p> + It was a new idea, but Jasper dwelt upon it, and out of it grew trouble + for Rodney. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. + </h2> + <p> + MISSING GOODS. + </p> + <p> + James Redwood was summoned one morning to the counting room of his + employer. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Redwood,” said the merchant “I have reason to think that one of my + clerks is dishonest.” + </p> + <p> + “Who, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “That is what I want you to find out.” + </p> + <p> + “What reason have you for suspecting any one?” + </p> + <p> + “Some ladies’ cloaks and some dress patterns are missing.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure they were not sold?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes: the record of sales has been examined, and they are not included.” + </p> + <p> + “That is strange, Mr. Goodnow,” said Redwood thoughtfully. “I hope I am + not under suspicion.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, not at all.” + </p> + <p> + “The losses seem to have taken place in my department.” + </p> + <p> + “True, but that doesn’t involve you.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you want me to do?” + </p> + <p> + “Watch those under you. Let nothing in your manner, however, suggest that + you are suspicious. I don’t want you to put any one on his guard.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, sir. I will be guided by your instructions. Have you any idea + how long this has been going on?” + </p> + <p> + “Only a few weeks.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Redwood turned to go back to his room, but Mr. Goodnow called him + back. + </p> + <p> + “I needn’t suggest to you,” he said, “that you keep this to yourself. + Don’t let any clerk into the secret.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + James Redwood, however, did not keep his promise. After supper he called + back Jasper as he was about putting on his hat to go out, and said, + “Jasper, I wish to speak with you for five minutes.” + </p> + <p> + “Won’t it do tomorrow morning? I have an engagement.” + </p> + <p> + “Put it off, then. This is a matter of importance.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir,” and Jasper, albeit reluctantly, laid down his hat and + sat down. + </p> + <p> + “Jasper,” said his uncle, “there’s a thief in our establishment.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper started, and his sallow complexion turned yellower than usual. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean, uncle?” he asked nervously. + </p> + <p> + “What I say. Some articles are missing that have not been sold.” + </p> + <p> + “Such as what?” + </p> + <p> + “Ladies’ cloaks and dress patterns.” + </p> + <p> + “Who told you?” asked Jasper in a low tone. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Goodnow.” + </p> + <p> + “What the boss?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly.” + </p> + <p> + “How should he know?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t inquire, and if I had he probably wouldn’t have told me. The + main thing is that he does know.” + </p> + <p> + “He may not be sure.” + </p> + <p> + “He is not a man to speak unless he feels pretty sure.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see how any one could steal the articles without being detected.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems they are detected.” + </p> + <p> + “Did—did Mr. Goodnow mention any names?” + </p> + <p> + “No. He wants to watch and find out the thief. I wish you to help me, + though I am acting against instructions. Mr. Goodnow asked me to take no + one into my confidence. You will see, therefore, that it will be necessary + for you to say nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t breathe a word,” said Jasper, who seemed to feel more at ease. + </p> + <p> + “Now that I have told you so much, can you suggest any person who would be + likely to commit the theft?” + </p> + <p> + Jasper remained silent for a moment, then with a smile of malicious + satisfaction said, “Yes, I can suggest a person.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is it?” + </p> + <p> + “The new boy, Rodney Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + James Redwood shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “I can’t believe that it is he. I am not in love with the young fellow, + who seems to stand in the way of your advancement but he seems straight + enough, and I don’t think it at all likely that he should be the guilty + person.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Uncle James, he SEEMS straight but you know that still waters run + deep.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen anything that would indicate guilt on his part?” + </p> + <p> + “I have noticed this, that, he is very well dressed for a boy of his small + salary, and seems always to have money to spend.” + </p> + <p> + “That will count for something. Still he might have some outide means. + Have you noticed anything else?” + </p> + <p> + Jasper hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “I noticed one evening when he left the store that he had a sizable parcel + under his arm.” + </p> + <p> + “And you think it might have contained some article stolen from the + stock?” + </p> + <p> + “That’s just what I think now. Nothing of the kind occurred to me at that + time, for I didn’t know any articles were missing.” + </p> + <p> + “That seems important. When was it that you noticed this?” + </p> + <p> + “One day last week,” answered Jasper hesitatingly. + </p> + <p> + “Can you remember the day?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Couldn’t you fix it some way?” + </p> + <p> + “No. You see, I didn’t attach any particular importance to it at the time, + and probably it would not have occurred to me again, but for your + mentioning that articles were missing.” + </p> + <p> + “There may be something in what you say,” said his uncle thoughtfully. “I + will take special notice of young Ropes after this.” + </p> + <p> + “So will I.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t let him observe that he is watched. It would defeat our chances of + detecting the thief.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll be careful. Do you want to say anything more, uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “No. By the way, where were you going this evening?” + </p> + <p> + “I was going to meet a friend, and perhaps go to the theater. You couldn’t + lend me a dollar, could you, Uncle James?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I could, but you are not quite able to pay for your own pleasures. + It costs all my salary to live, and its going to be worse next year, for I + shall have to pay a higher rent.” + </p> + <p> + “When I have my pay raised, I can get along better.” + </p> + <p> + “If Ropes loses his place, you will probably step into it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I hope he’ll go, and that soon.” + </p> + <p> + When Jasper passed through the front door and stood on the sidewalk, he + breathed a sigh of relief. + </p> + <p> + “So, they are on to us,” he said to himself. “But how was it found out? + That’s what I’d like to know. I have been very careful. I must see Carton + at once.” + </p> + <p> + A short walk took him to a billiard room not far from Broadway. A young + man of twenty five, with a slight mustache, and a thin, dark face, was + selecting a cue. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Jasper!” he said. “Come at last. Let us have a game of pool.” + </p> + <p> + “Not just yet. Come outide. I want to speak to you.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper looked serious, and Philip Carton, observing it, made no + remonstrance, but taking his hat, followed him out. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what is it?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Something serious. It is discovered at the store that goods are missing.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean it? Are we suspected?” + </p> + <p> + “No one is suspected—yet.” + </p> + <p> + “But how do you know?” + </p> + <p> + “My uncle spoke to me about it this evening—just after supper.” + </p> + <p> + “He doesn’t think you are in it.” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “How did he find out?” + </p> + <p> + “Through the boss. Goodnow spoke to him about it today.” + </p> + <p> + “But how should Goodnow know anything about it?” + </p> + <p> + “That no one can tell but himself. He asked Uncle James to watch the + clerks, and see if he could fasten the theft on any of them.” + </p> + <p> + “That is pleasant for us. It is well we are informed so that we can be on + our guard. I am afraid our game is up.” + </p> + <p> + “For the present at any rate we must suspend operations. Now, have you + some money for me?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, a little.” + </p> + <p> + “A little? Why there are two cloaks and a silk dress pattern to be + accounted for.” + </p> + <p> + “True, but I have to be very careful. I have to submit to a big discount + for the parties I sell to undoubtedly suspect that the articles are + stolen.” + </p> + <p> + “Wouldn’t it be better to pawn them?” + </p> + <p> + “It would be more dangerous. Besides you know how liberal pawnbrokers are. + I’ll tell you what would be better. If I had a sufficient number of + articles to warrant it, I could take them on to Boston or Philadelphia, + and there would be less risk selling them there.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true. I wish we had thought of that before. Now we shall have to + give up the business for a time. How much money have you got for me?” + </p> + <p> + “Seven dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Seven dollars!” exclaimed Jasper in disgust. “Why, that is ridiculous. + The articles must have been worth at retail a hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so, but I only got fourteen for them. If you think you can do any + better you may sell them yourself next time.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought I should assuredly get fifteen dollars out of it,” said Jasper, + looking deeply disappointed. “I had a use for the money too.” + </p> + <p> + “Very likely. So had I.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I suppose I must make it do. Listen and I will tell you how I think + I can turn this thing to my advantage.” + </p> + <p> + “Go ahead!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. + </h2> + <p> + WHAT WAS FOUND IN RODNEY’S ROOM. + </p> + <p> + “There is a boy who stands between me and promotion,” continued Jasper, + speaking in a low tone. + </p> + <p> + “The boy you mentioned the other day?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Rodney Ropes. Mr. Goodnow got him from I don’t know where, and has + taken a ridiculous fancy to him. He has been put over my head and his pay + raised, though I have been in the store longer than he. My idea is to + connect him with the thefts and get him discharged.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean that we are to make him a confederate?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Jasper impatiently. “He would be just the fellow to peach + and get us all into trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “Then what do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “To direct suspicion towards him. We won’t do it immediately, but within a + week or two. It would do me good to have him turned out of the store.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper proceeded to explain his idea more fully, and his companion + pronounced it very clever. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Rodney, not suspecting the conspiracy to deprive him of his + place and his good name, worked zealously, encouraged by his promotion, + and resolved to make a place for himself which should insure him a + permanent connection with the firm. + </p> + <p> + Ten days passed, and Mr. Redwood again received a summons from the office. + </p> + <p> + Entering, he found Mr. Goodnow with a letter in his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Mr. Redwood,” he began, “have you got any clew to the party who has + stolen our goods?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Has any thing been taken since I spoke with you on the subject?” + </p> + <p> + “Not that I am aware of.” + </p> + <p> + “Has any one of the clerks attracted your attention by suspicious + conduct?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir,” answered Redwood, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “Humph! Cast your eye over this letter.” + </p> + <p> + James Redwood took the letter, which was written in a fine hand, and read + as follow: + </p> + <p> + MR. GOODNOW: + </p> + <p> + DEAR SIR,—I don’t know whether you are aware that articles have been + taken from your stock, say, ladies’ cloaks and silk dress patterns, and + disposed of outside. I will not tell you how it has come to my knowledge, + for I do not want to get any one’s ill will, but I will say, to begin + with, that they were taken by one of your employees, and the one, perhaps, + that you would least suspect, for I am told that he is a favorite of + yours. I may as well say that it is Rodney Ropes. I live near him, and + last evening I saw him carry a bundle to his room when he went back from + the store. I think if you would send round today when he is out, you would + find in his room one or more of the stolen articles. I don’t want to get + him into trouble, but I don’t like to see you robbed, and so I tell you + what I know. A FRIEND. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Redwood read this letter attentively, arching his brows, perhaps to + indicate his surprise. Then he read it again carefully. + </p> + <p> + “What do you think of it?” asked the merchant. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know,” answered Redwood slowly. + </p> + <p> + “Have you ever seen anything suspicious in the conduct of young Ropes?” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t say I have. On the contrary, he seems to be a very diligent and + industrious clerk.” + </p> + <p> + “But about his honesty.” + </p> + <p> + “I fancied him the soul of honesty.” + </p> + <p> + “So did I, but of course we are liable to be deceived. It wouldn’t be the + first case where seeming honesty has been a cover for flagrant + dishonesty.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you wish me to do, Mr. Goodnow? Shall I send Ropes down to you?” + </p> + <p> + “No; it would only give him a chance, if guilty, to cover up his + dishonesty.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to follow your instructions.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know where he lodges?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will ask you to go around there, and by some means gain admission + to his room. If he has any of our goods secreted take possession of them + and report to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” Half an hour later Mrs. McCarty, Rodney’s landlady, in + response to a ring admitted Mr. James Redwood. + </p> + <p> + “Does a young man named Ropes lodge here?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I come from the house where he is employed. He has inadvertently left in + his room a parcel belonging to us, and I should be glad if you would allow + me to go up to his room and take it.” + </p> + <p> + “You see, sir,” said Mrs. McCarty in a tone of hesitation, “while you look + like a perfect gentleman, I don’t know you, and I am not sure whether, in + justice to Mr. Ropes, I ought to admit you to his room.” + </p> + <p> + “You are quite right my good lady; I am sure. It is just what I should + wish my own landlady to do. I will therefore ask you to go up to the room + with me to see that all is right.” + </p> + <p> + “That seems all right, sir. In that case I don’t object. Follow me, if you + please.” + </p> + <p> + As they entered Rodney’s room Mr. Redwood looked about him inquisitively. + One article at once fixed his attention. It was a parcel wrapped in brown + paper lying on the bed. + </p> + <p> + “This is the parcel, I think,” he said. “If you will allow me I will open + it, to make sure.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. McCarty looked undecided, but as she said nothing in opposition Mr. + Redwood unfastened the strings and unrolled the bundle. His eyes lighted + up with satisfaction as he disclosed the contents—a lady’s cloak. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. McCarty looked surprised. + </p> + <p> + “Why, it’s a lady’s cloak,” she said, “and a very handsome one. What would + Mr. Ropes want of such a thing as that?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps he intended to make you a present of it.” + </p> + <p> + “No, he can’t afford to make such present.” + </p> + <p> + “The explanation is simple. It belongs to the store. Perhaps Mr. Ropes + left it here inadvertently.” + </p> + <p> + “But he hasn’t been here since morning.” + </p> + <p> + “He has a pass key to the front door?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he may have been here. Would you object to my taking it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, you see I don’t know you.” + </p> + <p> + “Your objection is a proper one. Then I will trouble you to take a look at + the cloak, so that you would know it again.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, sir. I shall remember it!” + </p> + <p> + “That is all, Mrs. ——?” + </p> + <p> + “McCarty, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. McCarty, I won’t take up any more of your time,” and Mr. Redwood + started to go down stairs. + </p> + <p> + “Who shall I tell Mr. Ropes called to see him.” + </p> + <p> + “You needn’t say. I will mention the matter to him myself. I am employed + in the same store.” + </p> + <p> + “All right sir. Where is the store? I never thought to ask Mr. Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “Reade Street, near Broadway. You know where Reade Street is?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. My husband used to work in Chambers Street. That is the first + street south.” + </p> + <p> + “Precisely. Well, I can’t stay longer, so I will leave, apologizing for + having taken up so much of your time.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it’s of no consequence, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a perfect gentleman,” she said to herself, as Mr. Redwood closed + the front door, and went out on the street. “I wonder whether he’s a + widower.” + </p> + <p> + Being a widow this was quite a natural thought for Mrs. McCarty to indulge + in, particularly as Mr. Redwood looked to be a substantial man with a snug + income. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Redwood went back to the store, and went at once to the office. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Redwood,” said Mr. Goodnow, “did you learn anything?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Go on.” + </p> + <p> + “I went to the lodging of young Ropes, and was admitted to his room.” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “And there, wrapped in a brown paper, I found one of our missing cloaks + lying on his bed.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it possible?” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid he is not what we supposed him to be, Mr. Goodnow.” + </p> + <p> + “It looks like it. I am surprised and sorry. Do you think he took the + other articles that are missing?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course I can’t say, sir, but it is fair to presume that he did.” + </p> + <p> + “I am exceedingly sorry. I don’t mind saying, Redwood, that I took an + especial interest in that boy. I have already told you the circumstances + of my meeting him, and the fancy taken to him by my friend Mulgrave.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I have heard you say that.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I am easily taken in, and that boy impressed me as + thoroughly honest. But of course I don’t pretend to be infallible and it + appears that I have been mistaken in him.” + </p> + <p> + The merchant looked troubled, for he had come to feel a sincere regard for + Rodney. He confessed to himself that he would rather have found any of the + other clerks dishonest. + </p> + <p> + “You may send Ropes to me,” he said, “Mr. Redwood, and you will please + come with him. We will investigate this matter at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. + </h2> + <p> + CHARGED WITH THEFT. + </p> + <p> + Rodney entered Mr. Goodnow’s office without a suspicion of the serious + accusation which had been made against him. The first hint that there was + anything wrong came to him when he saw the stern look in the merchants + eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” said Mr. Goodnow, as he leaned back in his chair and fixed his + gaze on the young clerk, “you may have an idea why I have sent for you.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir,” answered Rodney, looking puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “You can’t think of any reason I may have for wishing to see you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir,” and Rodney returned Mr. Goodnow’s gaze with honest unfaltering + eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Possibly you are not aware that within a few weeks some articles have + been missed from our stock.” + </p> + <p> + “I have not heard of it. What kind of articles?” + </p> + <p> + “The boy is more artful than I thought!” soliloquized the merchant. + </p> + <p> + “All the articles missed,” he proceeded, “have been from the room in + charge of Mr. Redwood, the room in which you, among others, are employed.” + </p> + <p> + Something in Mr. Goodnow’s tone gave Rodney the hint of the truth. If he + had been guilty he would have flushed and showed signs of confusion. As it + was, he only wished to learn the truth and he in turn became the + questioner. + </p> + <p> + “Is it supposed,” he asked, “that any one in your employ is responsible + for these thefts?” + </p> + <p> + “It is.” + </p> + <p> + “Is any one in particular suspected?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you tell me who, that is if you think I ought to know?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly you ought to know, for it is you who are suspected.” + </p> + <p> + Then Rodney became indignant. + </p> + <p> + “I can only deny the charge in the most emphatic terms,” he said. “If any + one has brought such a charge against me, it is a lie.” + </p> + <p> + “You can say that to Mr. Redwood, for it is he who accuses you.” + </p> + <p> + “What does this mean, Mr. Redwood?” demanded Rodney quickly. “What have + you seen in me that leads you to accuse me of theft.” + </p> + <p> + “To tell the truth, Ropes, you are about the last clerk in my room whom I + would have suspected. But early this morning this letter was received,” + and he placed in Rodney’s hands the letter given in a preceding chapter. + </p> + <p> + Rodney read it through and handed it back scornfully. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see the person who wrote this letter,” he said. “It is a + base lie from beginning to end.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought it might be when Mr. Goodnow showed it to me,” said Redwood in + an even tone, “but Mr. Goodnow and I agreed that it would be well to + investigate. Therefore I went to your room.” + </p> + <p> + “When, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “This morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it is all right, for I am sure you found nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary, Ropes, I found that the statement made in the letter was + true. On your bed was a bundle containing one of the cloaks taken from our + stock.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney’s face was the picture of amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Is this true?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “It certainly is. I hope you don’t doubt my word.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you bring it back with you?” + </p> + <p> + “No; your worthy landlady was not quite sure whether I was what I + represented, and I left the parcel there. However I opened it in her + presence so that she can testify what I found.” + </p> + <p> + “This is very strange,” said Rodney, looking at his accuser with puzzled + eyes. “I know nothing whatever of the cloak and can’t imagine how it got + into my room.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps it walked there,” said Mr. Goodnow satirically. + </p> + <p> + Rodney colored, for he understood that his employer did not believe him. + </p> + <p> + “May I go to my room,” he asked, “and bring back the bundle with me?” + </p> + <p> + Observing that Mr. Goodnow hesitated he added, “You can send Some one with + me to see that I don’t spirit away the parcel, and come back with it.” + </p> + <p> + “On these conditions you may go. Redwood, send some one with Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney followed the chief of his department back to the cloak room, and + the latter, after a moments thought, summoned Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “Jasper,” he said, “Ropes is going to his room to get a parcel which + belongs to the store. You may go with him.” + </p> + <p> + There was a flash of satisfaction in Jasper’s eyes as he answered with + seeming indifference, “All right! I will go. I shall be glad to have a + walk.” + </p> + <p> + As the two boys passed out of the store, Jasper asked, “What does it mean, + Ropes?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know myself. I only know that there is said to be a parcel + containing a cloak in my room. This cloak came from the store, and I am + suspected of having stolen it.” + </p> + <p> + “Whew! that’s a serious matter. Of course it is all a mistake?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is all a mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “But how could it get to your room unless you carried it there?” + </p> + <p> + Rodney gave Jasper a sharp look. + </p> + <p> + “Some one must have taken it there,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “How on earth did Uncle James find out?” + </p> + <p> + “An anonymous letter was sent to Mr. Goodnow charging me with theft. Did + you hear that articles have been missed for some time from the stock?” + </p> + <p> + “Never heard a word of it,” said Jasper with ready falsehood. + </p> + <p> + “It seems the articles are missing from our room, and some one in the room + is suspected of being the thief.” + </p> + <p> + “Good gracious! I hope no one will suspect me,” said Jasper in pretended + alarm. + </p> + <p> + “It seems I am suspected. I hope no other innocent person will have a like + misfortune.” + </p> + <p> + Presently they reached Rodney’s lodgings. Mrs. McCarty was coming up the + basement stairs as they entered. + </p> + <p> + “La, Mr. Ropes!” she said, “what brings you here in the middle of the + day?” + </p> + <p> + “I hear there is a parcel in my room.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it contains such a lovely cloak. The gentleman from your store who + called a little while ago thought you might have meant it as a present for + me.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid it will be some time before I can afford to make such + present. Do you know if any one called and left the cloak here?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I didn’t let in no one at the door.” + </p> + <p> + “Was the parcel there when you made the bed?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, no, it wasn’t. That is curious.” + </p> + <p> + “It shows that the parcel has been left here since. Now I certainly + couldn’t have left it, for I have been at work all the morning. Come up + stairs, Jasper.” + </p> + <p> + The two boys went up the stairs, and, entering Rodney’s room, found the + parcel, still on the bed. + </p> + <p> + Rodney opened it and identified the cloak as exactly like those which they + carried in stock. + </p> + <p> + He examined the paper in which it was inclosed, but it seemed to differ + from the wrapping paper used at the store. He called Jasper’s attention to + this. + </p> + <p> + “I have nothing to say,” remarked Jasper, shrugging his shoulders. “I + don’t understand the matter at all. I suppose you are expected to carry + the cloak back to the store.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that is the only thing to do.” + </p> + <p> + “I say, Ropes, it looks pretty bad for you.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper said this, but Rodney observed that his words were not accompanied + by any expressions of sympathy, or any words that indicated his disbelief + of Rodney’s guilt. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I took this cloak from the store?” he demanded, facing round + upon Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “Really, I don’t know. It looks bad, finding it in your room.” + </p> + <p> + “I needn’t ask any further. I can see what you think.” + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn’t have me tell a lie, would you, Ropes? Of course such things + have been done before, and your salary is small.” + </p> + <p> + “You insult me by your words,” said Rodney, flaming up. + </p> + <p> + “Then I had better not speak, but you asked me, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I did. Things may look against me, but I am absolutely innocent.” + </p> + <p> + “If you can make Mr. Goodnow think so,” said Jasper with provoking + coolness, “it will be all right. Perhaps he will forgive you.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t want his forgiveness. I want him to think me honest.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hope you are, I am sure, but it won’t do any good our discussing + it, and it doesn’t make any difference what I think any way.” + </p> + <p> + By this time they had reached the store. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. + </h2> + <p> + RODNEY IS DISCHARGED. + </p> + <p> + Rodney reported his return to Mr. Redwood, and in his company went down + stairs to the office, with the package under his arm. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said Mr. Goodnow inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “This is the package, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And it was found in your room?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I found it on my bed.” + </p> + <p> + “Can’t you account for it being there?” asked the merchant searchingly. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You must admit that its presence in your room looks bad for you.” + </p> + <p> + “I admit it sir; but I had nothing to do with it being there.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you any theory to account for it?” + </p> + <p> + “Only this, that some one must have carried it to my room and placed it + where it was found.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you question your landlady as to whether she had admitted any one + during the morning?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. She had not.” + </p> + <p> + “This is very unfavorable to you.” + </p> + <p> + “In what way, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “It makes it probable that you carried in the parcel yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “That I deny,” said Rodney boldly. + </p> + <p> + “I expected you to deny it,” said the merchant coldly. “If this cloak were + the only one that had been taken I would drop the matter. But this is by + no means the case. Mr. Redwood, can you give any idea of the extent to + which we have been robbed?” + </p> + <p> + “So far as I can estimate we have lost a dozen cloaks and about half a + dozen dress patterns.” + </p> + <p> + “This is a serious loss, Ropes,” said Mr. Goodnow. “I should think it + would foot up several hundred dollars. If you can throw any light upon the + thefts, or give me information by which I can get back the goods even at + considerable expense, I will be as considerate with you as I can.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Goodnow,” returned Rodney hotly, “I know no more about the matter + than you do. I hope you will investigate, and if you can prove that I took + any of the missing articles I want no consideration. I shall expect you to + have me arrested, and, if convicted, punished.” + </p> + <p> + “These are brave words, Ropes,” said Mr. Goodnow coldly, “but they are + only words. The parcel found in your room affords strong ground for + suspicion that you are responsible for at least a part of the thefts. + Under the circumstances there is only one thing for me to do, and that is + to discharge you.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You may go to the cashier and he will pay you to the end of the week, but + your connection with the store will end at once.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t care to be paid to the end of the week, sir. If you will give me + an order for payment up to tonight, that will be sufficient.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be as you say.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Goodnow wrote a few words on a slip of paper and handed it to Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “I will leave my address, sir, and if I change it I will notify you. If + you should hear anything as to the real robber I will ask you as a favor + to communicate with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Redwood, you have heard the request of Ropes, I will look to you to + comply with it.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + The merchant turned back to his letters, and Rodney left the office, with + what feelings of sorrow and humiliation may be imagined. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry for this occurrence, Ropes,” said Mr. Redwood, with a touch of + sympathy in his voice. + </p> + <p> + “Do you believe me guilty, Mr. Redwood?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot do otherwise. I hope you are innocent, and, if so, that the + really guilty party will be discovered sooner or later.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + When they entered the room in which Rodney had been employed Jasper came + up, his face alive with curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “how did you come out?” + </p> + <p> + “I am discharged,” said Rodney bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you couldn’t complain of that. Things looked pretty dark for you.” + </p> + <p> + “If I had committed the theft, I would not complain. Indeed, I would + submit to punishment without a murmur. But it is hard to suffer while + innocent.” + </p> + <p> + “Uncle James,” said Jasper, “if Ropes is going will you ask Mr. Goodnow to + put me in his place?” + </p> + <p> + Even Mr. Redwood was disgusted by this untimely request. + </p> + <p> + “It would be more becoming,” he said sharply, “if you would wait till + Ropes was fairly out of the store before applying for his position.” + </p> + <p> + “I want to be in time. I don’t want any one to get ahead of me.” + </p> + <p> + James Redwood did not deign a reply. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry you leave us under such circumstances, Ropes,” he said. “The + time may come when you will be able to establish your innocence, and in + that case Mr. Goodnow will probably take you back again.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney did not answer, but with his order went to the cashier’s desk and + received the four dollars due him. Then, with a heavy heart, he left the + store where it had been such a satisfaction to him to work. + </p> + <p> + On Broadway he met his room mate, Mike Flynn, in the uniform of a + telegraph boy. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you goin’, Rodney?” asked Mike. “You ain’t let off so early, + are you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am let off for good and all, Mike.” + </p> + <p> + “What’s that?” + </p> + <p> + “I am discharged.” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” asked Mike in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “I will tell you when you get home tonight.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney went back to his room, and lay down sad and despondent. Some hours + later Mike came in, and was told the story. The warm hearted telegraph boy + was very angry. + </p> + <p> + “That boss of yours must be a stupid donkey,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. The parcel was found in my room.” + </p> + <p> + “Anybody’d know to look at you that you wouldn’t steal.” + </p> + <p> + “Some thieves look very innocent. The only way to clear me is to find out + who left the bundle at the house.” + </p> + <p> + “Doesn’t Mrs. McCarty know anything about it?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I asked her.” + </p> + <p> + “Some one might have got into the house without her knowing anything about + it. The lock is a very common one. There are plenty of keys that will open + it.” + </p> + <p> + “If we could find some one that saw a person with a bundle go up the + steps, that would give us a clew.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so. We’ll ask.” + </p> + <p> + But for several days no one could be found who had seen any such person. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Rodney was at a loss what to do. He was cut off from applying + for another place, for no one would engage him if he were refused a + recommendation from his late employer. Yet he must obtain some employment + for he could not live on nothing. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think, Mike,” he asked doubtfully, “that I could make anything + selling papers?” + </p> + <p> + “Such business isn’t for you,” answered the telegraph boy. + </p> + <p> + “But it is one of the few things open to me. I can become a newsboy + without recommendations. Even your business would be closed to me if it + were known that I was suspected of theft.” + </p> + <p> + “Thats so,” said Mike, scratching his head in perplexity. + </p> + <p> + “Then would you recommend my becoming a newsboy?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. You couldn’t make more’n fifty or sixty cent a day.” + </p> + <p> + “That will be better than nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “And I can pay the rent, or most of it, as I’ll be doin’ better than you.” + </p> + <p> + “We will wait and see how much I make.” + </p> + <p> + So Rodney swallowed his pride, and procuring a supply of afternoon papers + set about selling them. He knew that it was an honest business, and there + was no disgrace in following it. + </p> + <p> + But one day he was subjected to keen mortification. Jasper Redwood and a + friend—it was Philip Carton, his confederate—were walking + along Broadway, and their glances fell on Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Jasper,” said the elder of the two, “isn’t that the boy who was in + the same store with you?” + </p> + <p> + Jasper looked, and his eyes lighted up with malicious satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + “Oho!” he said. “Well, this is rich!” + </p> + <p> + “Give me a paper, boy,” he said, pretending not to recognize Rodney at + first. “Why, it’s Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Rodney, his cheek flushing. “You see what I am reduced to. + What paper will you buy?” + </p> + <p> + “The Mail and Express.” + </p> + <p> + “Here it is.” + </p> + <p> + “Can’t you get another place?” asked Jasper curiously. + </p> + <p> + “I might if I could get a recommendation, but probably Mr. Goodnow + wouldn’t give me one.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I guess not.” + </p> + <p> + “So I must take what I can get.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you make much selling papers?” + </p> + <p> + “Very little.” + </p> + <p> + “You can’t make as much as you did in the store?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much more than half as much.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you live in the same place?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, for the present.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, by the way, Ropes, I’ve got your old place,” said Jasper in + exultation. + </p> + <p> + “I thought you would get it,” answered Rodney, not without a pang. + </p> + <p> + “Come into the store some day, Ropes. It will seem like old times.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not enter the store till I am able to clear myself of the charge + made against me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then probably you will stay away a long time.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid so.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, ta, ta! Come along, Philip.” + </p> + <p> + As Rodney followed with his eye the figure of his complacent successor he + felt that his fate was indeed a hard one. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. + </h2> + <p> + A RICH FIND. + </p> + <p> + As Jasper and his companion moved away, Carton said, “I’m sorry for that + poor duffer, Jasper.” + </p> + <p> + “Why should you be sorry?” asked Jasper, frowning. + </p> + <p> + “Because he has lost a good place and good prospects, and all for no fault + of his own.” + </p> + <p> + “You are getting sentimental, Philip,” sneered Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “No, but I am showing a little humanity. He has lost all this through you——” + </p> + <p> + “Through us, you mean.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, through us. We have made him the scapegoat for our sins.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh well, he is making a living.” + </p> + <p> + “A pretty poor one. I don’t think you would like to be reduced to selling + papers.” + </p> + <p> + “His case and mine are different.” + </p> + <p> + “I begin to think also that we have made a mistake in getting him + discharged so soon.” + </p> + <p> + “We can’t take anything more.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Because there will be no one to lay the blame upon. He is out of the + store.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true. I didn’t think of that. But I invited him to come around + and call. If he should, and something else should be missing it would be + laid to him.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t believe he will call. I am terribly hard up, and our source of + income has failed us. Haven’t you got a dollar or two to spare?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Jasper coldly. “I only get seven dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have nearly all that. You only have to hand in two dollars a week + to your uncle.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Philip Carton, I hope you don’t expect to live off me. I have + all I can do to take care of myself.” + </p> + <p> + Carton looked at Jasper in anger and mortification. + </p> + <p> + “I begin to understand how good a friend you are,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I am not fool enough to pinch myself to keep you,” said Jasper bluntly. + “You are a man of twenty five and I am only a boy. You ought to be able to + take care of yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Just give me a dollar, or lend it Jasper, and I will risk it at play. I + may rise from the table with a hundred. If I do I will pay you handsomely + for the loan.” + </p> + <p> + “I couldn’t do it, Mr. Carton. I have only two dollars in my pocket, and I + have none to spare.” + </p> + <p> + “Humph! what is that?” + </p> + <p> + Philip Carton’s eyes were fixed upon the sidewalk. There was a flimsy + piece of paper fluttering about impelled by the wind. He stooped and + picked it up. + </p> + <p> + “It is a five dollar bill,” he exclaimed in exultation. “My luck has come + back.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper changed his tone at once. Now Philip was the better off of the two. + </p> + <p> + “That is luck!” he said. “Shall we go into Delmonico’s, and have an ice?” + </p> + <p> + “If it is at your expense, yes.” + </p> + <p> + “That wouldn’t be fair. You have more money than I.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and I mean to keep it myself. You have set me the example.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, Philip, you are not angry at my refusing you a loan?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I think you were sensible. I shall follow your example. I will bid + you good night. I seem to be in luck, and will try my fortune at the + gaming table.” + </p> + <p> + “I will go with you.” + </p> + <p> + “No; I would prefer to go alone.” + </p> + <p> + “That fellow is unreasonable,” muttered Jasper, as he strode off, + discontented. “Did he expect I would divide my salary with him?” + </p> + <p> + Philip Carton, after he parted company with Jasper, walked back to where + Rodney was still selling papers. + </p> + <p> + “Give me a paper,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Which will you have?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not particular. Give me the first that comes handy. Ah, the Evening + Sun will do.” + </p> + <p> + He took the paper and put a quarter into Rodney’s hand. + </p> + <p> + As he was walking away Rodney called out, “Stop, here’s your change,” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind,” said Philip with a wave of the hand. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Rodney gratefully, for twenty five cents was no trifle + to him at this time. + </p> + <p> + “That ought to bring me luck,” soliloquized Philip Carton as he walked on. + “It isn’t often I do a good deed. It was all the money I had besides the + five dollar bill, and I am sure the news boy will make better use of it + than I would.” + </p> + <p> + “That was the young man that was walking with Jasper,” reflected Rodney. + “Well, he is certainly a better fellow than he. Thanks to this quarter, I + shall have made eighty cents today, and still have half a dozen papers. + That is encouraging.” + </p> + <p> + Several days passed that could not be considered lucky. Rodney’s average + profits were only about fifty cent a day, and that was barely sufficient + to buy his meals. It left him nothing to put towards paying room rent. + </p> + <p> + He began to consider whether he would not be compelled to pawn some + article from his wardrobe, for he was well supplied with clothing, when he + had a stroke of luck. + </p> + <p> + On Fifteenth Street, by the side of Tiffany’s great jewelry store, he + picked up a square box neatly done up in thin paper. Opening it, he was + dazzled by the gleam of diamonds. + </p> + <p> + The contents were a diamond necklace and pin, which, even to Rodney’s + inexperienced eyes, seemed to be of great value. + </p> + <p> + “Some one must have dropped them in coming from the jewelry store,” he + reflected. “Who can it be?” + </p> + <p> + He had not far to seek. There was a card inside on which was engraved: + </p> + <p> + MRS. ELIZA HARVEY, + </p> + <p> + with an address on Fifth Avenue. + </p> + <p> + Passing through to Fifth Avenue Rodney began to scan the numbers on the + nearest houses. He judged that Mrs. Harvey must live considerably farther + up the Avenue, in the direction of Central Park. + </p> + <p> + “I will go there at once,” Rodney decided. “No doubt Mrs. Harvey is very + much distressed by her loss. I shall carry her good news.” + </p> + <p> + The house he found to be between Fortieth and Fiftieth Street. Ascending + the steps he rang the bell. The door was opened by a man servant. + </p> + <p> + “Does Mrs. Harvey live here?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want with her, young man?” demanded the servant in a tone of + importance. + </p> + <p> + “That I will tell her.” + </p> + <p> + “What’s your name?” + </p> + <p> + “I can give you my name, but she won’t recognize it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you don’t know her.” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “If it’s money you want, she don’t give to beggars.” + </p> + <p> + “You are impudent,” said Rodney hotly. “If you don’t give my message you + will get into trouble.” + </p> + <p> + The servant opened his eyes. He seemed somewhat impressed by Rodney’s + confident tone. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Harvey doesn’t live here,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Is she in the house?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, yes, she’s visiting here.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why do you waste your time?” said Rodney impatiently. He forgot for + the time that he was no longer being educated at an expensive boarding + school, and spoke in the tone he would have used before his circumstances + had changed. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go and ask if she’ll see you,” said the flunky unwillingly. + </p> + <p> + Five minutes later a pleasant looking woman of middle age descended the + staircase. + </p> + <p> + “Are you the boy that wished to see me?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if you are Mrs. Harvey.” + </p> + <p> + “I am. But come in! Thomas, why didn’t you invite this young gentleman + into the parlor?” + </p> + <p> + Thomas opened his eyes wide. So the boy whom he had treated so cavalierly + was a young gentleman. + </p> + <p> + He privately put down Mrs. Harvey in his own mind as eccentric. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, ma’am,” he said. “I didn’t know as he was parlor company.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, he is,” said Mrs. Harvey with a cordial smile that won Rodney’s + heart. + </p> + <p> + “Follow me!” said the lady. + </p> + <p> + Rodney followed her into a handsome apartment and at a signal seated + himself on a sofa. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” she said, “I am ready to listen to your message.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you lost anything?” asked Rodney abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, have you found it?” exclaimed Mrs. Harvey, clasping her hands. + </p> + <p> + “That depends on what you have lost,” answered Rodney, who felt that it + was necessary to be cautious. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, you are quite right. I have lost a box containing jewelry + bought this morning at Tiffany’s.” + </p> + <p> + “What were the articles?” + </p> + <p> + “A diamond necklace and pin. They are intended as a present for my + daughter who is to be married. Tell me quick have you found them?” + </p> + <p> + “Is this the box?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, yes! How delightful to recover it. I thought I should never see + it again. Where did you find it?” + </p> + <p> + “On Fifteenth Street beside Tiffany’s store.” + </p> + <p> + “And you brought it directly to me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, madam.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you any idea of the value of the articles?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps they may be worth five hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “They are worth over a thousand. Are you poor?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, madam. I am trying to make a living by selling papers, but find it + hard work.” + </p> + <p> + “But you don’t look like a newsboy.” + </p> + <p> + “Till a short time since I thought myself moderately rich.” + </p> + <p> + “That is strange. Tell me your story.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. + </h2> + <p> + A SURPRISING TURN OF FORTUNE. + </p> + <p> + Rodney told his story frankly. Mrs. Harvey was very sympathetic by nature, + and she listened with the deepest interest, and latterly with indignation + when Rodney spoke of his dismissal from Mr. Goodnow’s store. + </p> + <p> + “You have been treated shamefully,” she said warmly. + </p> + <p> + “I think Mr. Goodnow really believes me guilty,” rejoined Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “A dishonest boy would hardly have returned a valuable box of jewelry.” + </p> + <p> + “Still Mr. Goodnow didn’t know that I would do it.” + </p> + <p> + “I see you are disposed to apologize for your late employer.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not forget that he treated me kindly till this last occurrence.” + </p> + <p> + “Your consideration does you credit. So you have really been reduced to + earn your living as a newsboy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, madam.” + </p> + <p> + “I must think what I can do for you. I might give you money, but when that + was gone you would be no better off.” + </p> + <p> + “I would much rather have help in getting a place.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Harvey leaned her head on her hand and looked thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” she said. “Let me think.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney waited, hoping that the lady would be able to think of something to + his advantage. + </p> + <p> + Finally she spoke. + </p> + <p> + “I think you said you understood Latin and Greek?” + </p> + <p> + “I have studied both languages and French also. I should have been ready + to enter college next summer.” + </p> + <p> + “Then perhaps I shall be able to do something for you. I live in + Philadelphia, but I have a brother living in West Fifty Eighth Street. He + has one little boy, Arthur, now nine years of age. Arthur is quite + precocious, but his health is delicate, and my brother has thought of + getting a private instructor for him. Do you like young children?” + </p> + <p> + “Very much. I always wished that I had a little brother.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I think you would suit my brother better as a tutor for Arthur than + a young man. Being a boy yourself, you would be not only tutor but + companion.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like such a position very much.” + </p> + <p> + “Then wait here a moment, and I will write you a letter of introduction.” + </p> + <p> + She went up stairs, but soon returned. + </p> + <p> + She put a small perfumed billet into Rodney’s hands. It was directed to + John Sargent with an address on West Fifty Eighth Street. + </p> + <p> + “Call this evening,” she said, “about half past seven o’clock. My brother + will be through dinner, and will not have gone out at that hour.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Rodney gratefully. + </p> + <p> + “Here is another envelope which you can open at your leisure. I cannot + part from you without thanking you once more for returning my jewelry.” + </p> + <p> + “You have thanked me in a very practical way, Mrs. Harvey.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope my letter may lead to pleasant results for you. If you ever come + to Philadelphia call upon me at No. 1492 Walnut Street.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you.” + </p> + <p> + As Rodney left the house he felt that his ill fortune had turned, and that + a new prospect was opened up before him. He stepped into the Windsor + Hotel, and opened the envelope last given him. It contained five five + dollar bills. + </p> + <p> + To one of them was pinned a scrap of paper containing these words: “I hope + this money will be useful to you. It is less than the reward I should have + offered for the recovery of the jewels.” + </p> + <p> + Under the circumstances Rodney felt that he need not scruple to use the + money. He knew that he had rendered Mrs. Harvey a great service, and that + she could well afford to pay him the sum which the envelopes contained. + </p> + <p> + He began to be sensible that he was hungry, not having eaten for some + time. He went into a restaurant on Sixth Avenue, and ordered a sirloin + steak. It was some time since he had indulged in anything beyond a common + steak, and he greatly enjoyed the more luxurious meal. He didn’t go back + to selling papers, for he felt that it would hardly be consistent with the + position of a classical teacher—the post for which he was about to + apply. + </p> + <p> + Half past seven found him at the door of Mr. John Sargent. The house was + of brown stone, high stoop, and four stories in height. It was such a + house as only a rich man could occupy. + </p> + <p> + He was ushered into the parlor and presently Mr. Sargent came in from the + dining room. + </p> + <p> + “Are you Mr. Ropes?” he asked, looking at Rodney’s card. + </p> + <p> + It is not usual for newsboys to carry cards, but Rodney had some left over + from his more prosperous days. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. I bring you a note of introduction from Mrs. Harvey.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah yes, my sister. Let me see it.” + </p> + <p> + The note was of some length. That is, it covered three pages of note + paper. Mr. Sargent read it attentively. + </p> + <p> + “My sister recommends you as tutor for my little son, Arthur,” he said, as + he folded up the letter. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; she suggested that I might perhaps suit you in that capacity.” + </p> + <p> + “She also says that you found and restored to her a valuable box of + jewelry which she was careless enough to drop near Tiffany’s.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I have a good deal of confidence in my sister’s good judgment. She + evidently regards you very favorably.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of that sir,” + </p> + <p> + “Will you tell me something of your qualifications? Arthur is about to + commence Latin. He is not old enough for Greek.” + </p> + <p> + “I could teach either, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And of course you are well up in English branches?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I am.” + </p> + <p> + “My sister hints that you are poor, and obliged to earn your own living. + How, then, have you been able to secure so good an education?” + </p> + <p> + “I have only been poor for a short time. My father left me fifty thousand + dollars, but it was lost by my guardian.” + </p> + <p> + “Who was your guardian?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Benjamin Fielding.” + </p> + <p> + “I knew him well. I don’t think he was an unprincipled man, but he was + certainly imprudent, and was led into acts that were reprehensible. Did he + lose all your money for you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “What did you do?” + </p> + <p> + “Left the boarding school where I was being educated, and came to this + city.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you obtain any employment?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I have been employed for a short time by Otis Goodnow, a + merchant of Reade Street.” + </p> + <p> + “And why did you leave?” + </p> + <p> + “Because Mr. Goodnow missed some articles from his stock, and I was + charged with taking them.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney was fearful of the effect of his frank confession upon Mr. Sargent, + but the latter soon reassured him. + </p> + <p> + “Your honesty in restoring my sister’s jewelry is sufficient proof that + the charge was unfounded. I shall not let it influence me.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Now as to the position of teacher, though very young, I don’t see why you + should not fill it satisfactorily. I will call Arthur.” + </p> + <p> + He went to the door and called “Arthur.” + </p> + <p> + A delicate looking boy with a sweet, intelligent face, came running into + the room. + </p> + <p> + “Do you want me, papa?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Arthur. I have a new friend for you. Will you shake hands with him?” + </p> + <p> + Arthur, who was not a shy boy, went up at once to Rodney and offered his + hand. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Rodney smiled. He was quite taken with the young boy. + </p> + <p> + “What’s your name?” the latter asked. + </p> + <p> + “Rodney Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to stay and make us a visit?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sargent answered this question. + </p> + <p> + “Would you like to have Rodney stay?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes.” + </p> + <p> + “How would you like to have him give you lessons in Latin and other + studies?” + </p> + <p> + “I should like it. I am sure he wouldn’t be cross. Are you a teacher, + Rodney?” + </p> + <p> + “I will be your teacher if you are willing to have me.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I should like it. And will you go to walk with me in Central Park?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, papa, you may as well engage him. I was afraid you would get a + tiresome old man for my teacher.” + </p> + <p> + “That settles it, Rodney,” said Mr. Sargent, smiling. “Now, Arthur, run + out and I will speak further with Rodney about you.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, papa.” + </p> + <p> + “As Arthur seems to like you, I will give you a trial. As he suggested, I + should like to have you become his companion as well as teacher. You will + come here at nine o’clock in the morning, and stay till four, taking lunch + with your pupil. About the compensation, will you tell me what will be + satisfactory to you?” + </p> + <p> + “I prefer to leave that to you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we will say fifteen dollars a week—today is Thursday. Will you + present yourself here next Monday morning?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “If you would like an advance of salary, you need only say so.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir, but I am fairly provided with money for the present.” + </p> + <p> + “Then nothing more need be said. As I am to meet a gentleman at the Union + League Club tonight, I will bid you good evening, and expect to see you on + Monday.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney rose and Mr. Sargent accompanied him to the door, shaking hands + with him courteously by way of farewell. + </p> + <p> + Rodney emerged into the street in a state of joyous excitement. Twenty + five dollars in his pocket, and fifteen dollars a week! He could hardly + credit his good fortune. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. + </h2> + <p> + JASPER’S PERPLEXITY. + </p> + <p> + Mike Flynn was overjoyed to hear of Rodney’s good fortune. + </p> + <p> + “Fifteen dollars a week!” he repeated. “Why you will be rich.” + </p> + <p> + “Not exactly that, Mike, but it will make me comfortable. By the way, as I + have so much more than you, it will only be fair for me to pay the whole + rent.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Rodney, you mustn’t do that.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall insist upon it, Mike. You would do the same in my place.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes I would.” + </p> + <p> + “So you can’t object to my doing it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind to me, Rodney,” said Mike, who had the warm heart of + his race. “It isn’t every boy brought up like you who would be willing to + room with a bootblack.” + </p> + <p> + “But you are not a bootblack now. You are a telegraph boy.” + </p> + <p> + “There are plenty that mind me when I blacked boots down in front of the + Astor House.” + </p> + <p> + “You are just as good a boy for all that. How much did you make last + week?” + </p> + <p> + “Four dollars salary, and a dollar and a half in extra tips.” + </p> + <p> + “Hereafter you must save your rent money for clothes. We must have you + looking respectable.” + </p> + <p> + “Won’t you adopt me, Rodney?” asked Mike with a laughing face. + </p> + <p> + “That’s a good idea. Perhaps I will. In that case you must obey all my + orders. In the first place, what are you most in want in the way of + clothing?” + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t got but two shirts.” + </p> + <p> + “That is hardly enough for a gentleman of your social position. Anything + else.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m short on collars and socks.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we’ll go out shopping. I’ll buy you a supply of each.” + </p> + <p> + “But you haven’t begun to work yet.” + </p> + <p> + “No, but Mrs. Harvey made me a present of twenty five dollars. We’ll go to + some of the big stores on Sixth Avenue where we can get furnishing goods + cheap.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney carried out his purpose, and at the cost of four dollars supplied + his room mate with all he needed for the present. + </p> + <p> + “See what it is to be rich, Mike,” he said. “It seems odd for me to be + buying clothes for my adopted son.” + </p> + <p> + “You’re in luck, Rodney, and so am I. I hope some time I can do you a + favor.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you can, Mike. If I should get sick, you might take my place as + tutor.” + </p> + <p> + “You must know an awful lot, Rodney,” said Mike, regarding his companion + with new respect. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you for the compliment, Mike. I hope Mr. Sargent will have the same + opinion.” + </p> + <p> + The next day it is needless to say that Rodney did not resume the business + of newsboy. He was very glad to give it up. He dressed with unusual care + and took a walk down town. + </p> + <p> + As he passed Reade Street by chance Jasper was coming around the corner. + His face lighted up first with pleasure at seeing Rodney, for it gratified + his mean nature to triumph over the boy whom he had ousted from his + position, and next with surprise at his unusually neat and well dressed + appearance. Rodney looked far from needing help. He might readily have + been taken for a boy of aristocratic lineage. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo!” said Jasper, surveying Rodney curiously. + </p> + <p> + “How are you this morning, Jasper?” returned Rodney quietly. + </p> + <p> + “Why ain’t you selling papers?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t like the business.” + </p> + <p> + “But you’ve got to make a living.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite true.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to black boots?” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I? Is it a desirable business?” + </p> + <p> + “How should I know?” asked Jasper, coloring. + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t know but you might have had some experience at it. I haven’t.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean to insult me?” demanded Jasper hotly. + </p> + <p> + “I never insult anybody. I will only say that you are as likely to take up + the business as I.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got a place.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know but I have?” + </p> + <p> + “Because you were selling papers yesterday and are walking the street + today.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true. But I have a place engaged for all that. I shall go to work + on Monday.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper pricked up his ears. + </p> + <p> + “Where is it?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t care to tell at present.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it true? Have you got a place?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see how you could. Mr. Goodnow wouldn’t give you a + recommendation.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no reason why he should not.” + </p> + <p> + “What, after your taking cloaks and dress patterns from the store?” + </p> + <p> + “I did nothing of the kind. Sooner or later Mr. Goodnow will find out his + mistake. Probably the real thief is still in his employ.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper turned pale and regarded Rodney searchingly, but there was nothing + in his manner or expression to indicate that his remark had been personal. + He thought it best to turn the conversation. + </p> + <p> + “How much pay do you get—four dollars?” + </p> + <p> + “More than that.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t get as much as you did at our store?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I get more.” + </p> + <p> + Now it was Jasper’s turn to show surprise. He did not know whether to + believe Rodney or not, but there was something in his face which commanded + belief. + </p> + <p> + “How much do you get?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “You would not believe me if I told you.” + </p> + <p> + “Try me,” returned Jasper, whose curiosity was aroused. + </p> + <p> + “I am to get fifteen dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper would not have looked more surprised if Rodney had informed him + that he was to become a Cabinet minister. + </p> + <p> + “You’re joking!” he ejaculated. + </p> + <p> + “Not at all.” + </p> + <p> + “How could you have the face to ask such a price. Did you pass yourself + off as an experienced salesman?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t understand it at all, that is, if you are telling the truth.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you the truth, Jasper. I have no object in deceiving you. The + salary was fixed by my employer.” + </p> + <p> + “Who did you say it was?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t say.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper’s cunning scheme was defeated. He felt disturbed to hear of + Rodney’s good fortune, but he had a shot in reserve. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think you will keep your place long,” he said in a malicious + tone. + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Your employer will hear under what circumstances you left our store, and + then of course he will discharge you.” + </p> + <p> + “You will be sorry for that won’t you?” asked Rodney pointedly. + </p> + <p> + “Why of course I don’t want you to have bad luck.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. You are very considerate.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose you lose your place, shall you go back to selling papers?” + </p> + <p> + “I hope to find something better to do.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going now?” + </p> + <p> + “To get some lunch.” + </p> + <p> + “So am I. Suppose we go together.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, providing you will lunch with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t want to impose upon you.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t. We may not meet again for some time, and we shall have this + meal to remind us of each other.” + </p> + <p> + They went to a well known restaurant on Park Row. Rodney ordered a liberal + dinner for himself, and Jasper followed his example nothing loath. He was + always ready to dine at the expense of others, but even as he ate he could + not help wondering at the strange chance that had made him the guest of a + boy who was selling papers the day before. + </p> + <p> + He had nearly finished eating when a disturbing thought occurred to him. + Suppose Rodney didn’t have money enough to settle the bill, and threw it + upon him. + </p> + <p> + When Rodney took the checks and walked up to the cashier’s desk he + followed him with some anxiety. But his companion quietly took out a five + dollar bill, from his pocket and tendered it to the cashier. The latter + gave him back the right change and the two boys went out into the street. + </p> + <p> + “You seem to have plenty of money,” said Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “There are very few who would admit having that,” smiled Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see why you sold papers if you have five dollar bills in your + pocket.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t want to be idle.” + </p> + <p> + “May I tell my uncle and Mr. Goodnow that you have got a place?” + </p> + <p> + “If you like.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, good by, I must be hurrying back to the store.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney smiled. He rather enjoyed Jasper’s surprise and perplexity. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. + </h2> + <p> + RODNEY’S SECRET IS DISCOVERED. + </p> + <p> + Jasper lost no time in acquainting his uncle with Rodney’s extraordinary + good fortune. James Redwood was surprised, but not all together + incredulous. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t understand it,” he said, “but Ropes appears to be a boy of truth. + Perhaps he may have exaggerated the amount of his salary.” + </p> + <p> + “I hardly think so, uncle. He gave me a tip top dinner down on Park Row.” + </p> + <p> + “He may have been in funds from selling the articles taken from the + store.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so!” assented Jasper, who had the best possible reason for knowing + that it was not so. + </p> + <p> + “I wish the boy well,” said his uncle. “He always treated me respectfully, + and I never had anything against him except the loss of stock, and it is + not certain that he is the thief.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess there isn’t any doubt about that.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet, believing him to be a thief, you did not hesitate to accept a dinner + from him.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t want to hurt his feelings,” replied Jasper, rather sheepishly. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know what sort of a place he has got, or with what house?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he wouldn’t tell me.” + </p> + <p> + “He thought perhaps you would inform the new firm of the circumstances + under which he left us. I don’t blame him, but I am surprised that he + should have been engaged without a recommendation.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall you tell Mr. Goodnow?” + </p> + <p> + “Not unless he asks about Ropes. I don’t want to interfere with the boy in + any way.” + </p> + <p> + In the store, as has already been stated, Jasper succeeded to Rodney’s + place, and in consequence his pay was raised to seven dollars a week. + Still it was not equal to what it had been when he was receiving + additional money from the sale of the articles stolen by Philip Carton and + himself. + </p> + <p> + The way in which they had operated was this: Philip would come in and buy + a cloak or a dress pattern from Jasper, and the young salesman would pack + up two or three instead of one. There was a drawback to the profit in + those cases, as Carton would be obliged to sell both at a reduced price. + Still they had made a considerable sum from these transactions, though not + nearly as much as Mr. Goodnow had lost. + </p> + <p> + After the discovery of the theft and the discharge of Rodney, the two + confederates felt that it would be imprudent to do any more in that line. + This suspension entailed heavier loss on Carton than on Jasper. The latter + had a fixed income and a home at his uncle’s house, while Philip had no + regular income, though he occasionally secured a little temporary + employment. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime Rodney had commenced his tutorship. His young pupil became + very fond of him, and being a studious boy, made rapid progress in his + lessons. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sargent felt that his experiment, rash as it might be considered, + vindicated his wisdom by its success. At the end of a month he voluntarily + raised Rodney’s salary to twenty dollars a week. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid you are overpaying me, Mr. Sargent,” said Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “That’s my lookout. Good service is worth a good salary, and I am + perfectly satisfied with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir. I prize that even more than the higher salary.” + </p> + <p> + Only a portion of Rodney’s time was spent in teaching. In the afternoon he + and his charge went on little excursions, generally to Central Park. + </p> + <p> + One holiday, about four months after the commencement of Rodney’s + engagement, he was walking in the Park when he fell in with Jasper. + Jasper’s attention was at once drawn to the little boy, whose dress and + general appearance indicated that he belonged to a wealthy family. This + excited Jasper’s curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “How are you, Rodney?” said Jasper adroitly. “It is a good while since I + met you.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is the little boy with you?” + </p> + <p> + “His name is Arthur Sargent.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney gave this information unwillingly, for he saw that his secret was + likely to be discovered. + </p> + <p> + “How do you do, Arthur?” asked Jasper, with unwonted affability, for he + did not care for children. + </p> + <p> + “Pretty well,” answered Arthur politely. + </p> + <p> + “Have you known Rodney long?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, he is my teacher,” answered Arthur in some surprise. + </p> + <p> + Jasper’s eyes gleamed with sudden intelligence. So this was Rodney’s + secret, and this was the position for which he was so well paid. + </p> + <p> + Rodney bit his lip in vexation, but made no remark. + </p> + <p> + “Does he ever punish you for not getting your lessons?” asked Jasper + without much tact. + </p> + <p> + “Of course not,” answered Arthur indignantly. + </p> + <p> + “Arthur always does get his lessons,” said Rodney. “I suppose you have a + holiday from work today, Jasper.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I am glad to get away now and then.” + </p> + <p> + “I must bid you good morning now.” + </p> + <p> + “Won’t you let me call on you? Where do you live, Arthur?” + </p> + <p> + The boy gave the number of his house. + </p> + <p> + Jasper asked Arthur, thinking rightly that he would be more likely to get + an answer from him than from Rodney. He walked away triumphantly, feeling + that he had made a discovery that might prove of advantage to him. + </p> + <p> + “Is that a friend of yours, Rodney?” asked little Arthur. + </p> + <p> + “I have known him for some time.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t like him very much.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” asked Rodney with some curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know,” answered the little boy slowly. “I can’t like everybody.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite true, Arthur. Jasper is not a special friend of mine, and I am not + particular about your liking him. I hope you like me.” + </p> + <p> + “You know I do, Rodney,” and he gave Rodney’s hand an assuring pressure. + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes after he left Rodney, Jasper fell in with Carton. The intimacy + between them had perceptibly fallen off. It had grown out of business + considerations. + </p> + <p> + Now that it was no longer safe to abstract articles from the store, Jasper + felt that he had no more use for his late confederate. When they met he + treated him with marked coldness. + </p> + <p> + On this particular day Carton was looking quite shabby. In fact, his best + suit was in pawn, and he had fallen back on one half worn and soiled. + </p> + <p> + “Hello!” exclaimed Jasper, and was about to pass on with a cool nod. + </p> + <p> + “Stop!” said Philip, looking offended. + </p> + <p> + “I am in a hurry,” returned Jasper. “I can’t stop today.” + </p> + <p> + “You are in a hurry, and on a holiday?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I am to meet a friend near the lake.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go along with you.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper had to submit though with an ill grace. + </p> + <p> + “Wouldn’t another day do?” + </p> + <p> + “No; the fact is, Jasper, I am in trouble,” + </p> + <p> + “You usually are,” sneered Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “That is so. I have been out of luck lately.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry, but I can’t help it as I see.” + </p> + <p> + “How much money do you think I have in my pocket?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know, I am sure. I am not good at guessing conundrums.” + </p> + <p> + “Just ten cents.” + </p> + <p> + “That isn’t much,” said Jasper, indifferently. + </p> + <p> + “Let me have a dollar, thats a good fellow!” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to think I am made of money,” said Jasper sharply. “I haven’t + got much more myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you might have. You get a good salary.” + </p> + <p> + “Only seven dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “You are able to keep most of it for yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose I am? You seem to know a good deal of my affairs.” + </p> + <p> + “Haven’t you any pity for an old friend?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I’ll give you all the pity you want, but when it comes to money it’s + a different matter. Here you are, a man of twenty six, ten years older + than me, and yet you expect me to help support you.” + </p> + <p> + “You didn’t use to talk to me like that.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I do now. You didn’t use to try to get money out of me.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Jasper! I am poor, but I don’t want you to talk to me as you + are doing.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” sneered Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “And I won’t have it,” said Carton firmly. “Listen to me, and I will + propose a plan that will help us both.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “You can easily secrete articles, if you are cautious, without attracting + notice, and I will dispose of them and share the money with you.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn’t dare to do it,” he said. “Somebody might spy on me.” + </p> + <p> + “Not if you are careful.” + </p> + <p> + “If it were found out I would be bounced like Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “What is he doing? Have you seen him lately?” + </p> + <p> + “He is getting on finely. He is earning fifteen dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes I do.” + </p> + <p> + “What firm is he working for?” + </p> + <p> + “For none at all. He is tutor to a young kid.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t know he was scholar enough.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, he knows Greek and Latin and a lot of other stuff.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is the boy?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t feel at liberty to tell. I don’t think he would care to have you + know.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll tell you what you can do. Borrow five dollars of him for me.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know about that. If I were to borrow it would be for myself.” + </p> + <p> + “You can do as you please. If you don’t do something for me I will write + to Mr. Goodnow that you are the thief who stole the cloaks and dress + patterns.” + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn’t do that?” exclaimed Jasper in consternation. + </p> + <p> + “Wouldn’t I? I am desperate enough to do anything.” + </p> + <p> + After a little further conference Jasper agreed to do what was asked of + him. He did not dare to refuse. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. + </h2> + <p> + JASPER’S REVENGE + </p> + <p> + Rodney was considerably surprised one evening to receive a call from + Jasper in his room. He was alone, as Mike had been detailed about a week + ago for night duty. The room looked more attractive than formerly. Rodney + had bought a writing desk, which stood in the corner, and had put up three + pictures, which, though cheap, were attractive. + </p> + <p> + “Good evening, Jasper,” he said. “It is quite friendly of you to call.” + </p> + <p> + “I hadn’t anything else on hand this evening, and thought I would come + round see how you were getting along.” + </p> + <p> + “Take a seat and make yourself at home.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you object to cigarettes?” asked Jasper, producing one from a case in + his pocket. + </p> + <p> + “I object to smoking them myself, but I don’t want to dictate to my + friends.” + </p> + <p> + “You look quite comfortable here,” continued Jasper in a patronizing tone. + </p> + <p> + “We try to be comfortable, though our room is not luxurious.” + </p> + <p> + “Who do you mean by ‘we’? Have you a room mate?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Mike Flynn rooms with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is he—a newsboy?” + </p> + <p> + “No. He is a telegraph boy.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t seem to very particular,” said Jasper, shrugging his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “I am very particular.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet you room with an Irish telegraph boy.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a nice boy of good habit, and a devoted friend. What could I want + more?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, you have a right to consult your own taste.” + </p> + <p> + “You have a nice home, no doubt.” + </p> + <p> + “I live with my uncle. Yes, he has a good house, but I am not so + independent as if I had a room outide.” + </p> + <p> + “How are things going on at the store?” + </p> + <p> + “About the same as usual. Why don’t you come in some day?” + </p> + <p> + “For two reasons; I am occupied during the day, and I don’t want to go + where I am considered a thief.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I was getting your income. It is hard to get along on seven + dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “Still you have a nice home, and I suppose you have most of your salary to + yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but there isn’t much margin in seven dollars. My uncle expects me to + buy my own clothes. You were lucky to get out of the store. Old Goodnow + ought to give me ten dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t let him hear you speak of him as OLD Goodnow, Jasper.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I’m smart enough for that. I mean to keep on the right side of the + old chap. What sort of a man are you working for?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Sargent is a fine man.” + </p> + <p> + “He isn’t mean certainly. I should like to be in your shoes.” + </p> + <p> + “If I hear of any similar position shall I mention your name?” asked + Rodney, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “No; I could not take care of a kid. I hate them.” + </p> + <p> + “Still Arthur is a nice boy.” + </p> + <p> + “You are welcome to him. What do you have to teach?” + </p> + <p> + “He is studying Latin and French, besides English branches.” + </p> + <p> + “I know about as much of Latin and French as a cow. I couldn’t be a + teacher. I say, Rodney,” and Jasper cleared his throat, “I want you to do + me a favor.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “I want you to lend me ten dollars.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney was not mean, but he knew very well that a loan to Jasper would be + a permanent one. Had Jasper been his friend even this consideration would + not have inspired a refusal, but he knew very well that Jasper had not a + particle of regard for him. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I can oblige you, Jasper,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Why not? You get fifteen dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “My expenses are considerable. Besides I am helping Mike, whose salary is + very small. I pay the whole of the rent and I have paid for some clothes + for him.” + </p> + <p> + “You are spending your money very foolishly,” said Jasper frowning. + </p> + <p> + “Would I spend it any less foolishly if I should lend you ten dollars?” + </p> + <p> + “There is some difference between Mike Flynn and me. I am a gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “So is Mike.” + </p> + <p> + “A queer sort of gentleman! He is only a poor telegraph boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Still he is a gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “I should think you might have money enough for both of us.” + </p> + <p> + “I might but I want to save something from my salary. I don’t know how + long I shall be earning as much. I might lose my place.” + </p> + <p> + “So you might.” + </p> + <p> + “And I could hardly expect to get another where the pay would be as good.” + </p> + <p> + “I would pay you on installment—a dollar a week,” urged Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see how you could, as you say your pay is too small for you now.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, I could manage.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I can’t oblige you, Jasper,” said Rodney in a decided tone. + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t think you were so miserly,” answered Jasper in vexation. + </p> + <p> + “You may call it so, if you like. You must remember that I am not situated + like you. You have your uncle to fall back upon in case you lose your + position, but I have no one. I have to hustle for myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you needn’t make any more excuses. I suppose ten dollars is rather a + large sum to lend. Can you lend me five?” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry, but I must refuse you.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper rose from the chair on which he had been sitting. + </p> + <p> + “Then I may as well go,” he said. “I am disappointed in you, Ropes. I + thought you were a good, whole souled fellow, and not a miser.” + </p> + <p> + “You must think of me as you please, Jasper. I feel that I have a right to + regulate my own affairs.” + </p> + <p> + “All I have to say is this, if you lose your place as you may very soon, + don’t come round to the store and expect to be taken back.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t,” answered Rodney, smiling. “I wouldn’t go back at any rate + unless the charge of theft was withdrawn.” + </p> + <p> + “That will never be!” + </p> + <p> + “Let it be so, as long as I am innocent.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper left the room abruptly, not even having the politeness to bid + Rodney good evening. + </p> + <p> + Rodney felt that he was quite justified in refusing to lend Jasper money. + Had he been in need he would have obliged him, though he had no reason to + look upon him as a friend. + </p> + <p> + No one who knew Rodney could regard him as mean or miserly. Could he have + read Jasper’s thoughts as he left the house he would have felt even less + regret at disappointing him. + </p> + <p> + About two days afterward when Rodney went up to meet his pupil, Mr. + Sargent handed him a letter. + </p> + <p> + “Here is something that concerns you, Rodney,” he said. “It doesn’t appear + to be from a friend of yours.” + </p> + <p> + With some curiosity Rodney took the letter and read it. + </p> + <p> + It ran thus: + </p> + <p> + Mr. JOHN SARGENT: + </p> + <p> + DEAR SIR—I think it my duty to write and tell you something about + your son’s tutor—something that will surprise and shock you. Before + he entered your house he was employed by a firm on Reade Street. He was + quite a favorite with his employer, Mr. Otis Goodnow, who promoted him in + a short time. All at once it was found that articles were missing from the + stock. Of course it was evident that some one of the clerks was dishonest. + A watch was set, and finally it was found that Rodney Ropes had taken the + articles, and one—a lady’s cloak—was found in his room by a + detective. He was discharged at once without a recommendation. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +For a time he lived by selling papers, but at last he managed to get +into your house. I am sure you won’t regard him as fit to educate +your little son, though I have no doubt he is a good scholar. But his +character is bad—I don’t think he ought to have concealed this from you +out of friendship for you, and because I think it is my duty, I take the +liberty of writing. If you doubt this I will refer to Mr. Goodnow, +or Mr. James Redwood, who had charge of the room in which Ropes was +employed. Yours very respectfully, + A FRIEND. +</pre> + <p> + “You knew all this before, Mr. Sargent,” said Rodney, as he handed back + the letter. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Have you any idea who wrote it?” + </p> + <p> + “I feel quite sure that it was a boy about two years older than myself, + Jasper Redwood.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he related to the man of the same name whom he mentions?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he is his nephew.” + </p> + <p> + “Has he any particular reason for disliking you, Rodney?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. He came round to my room Wednesday evening, and asked me to + lend him ten dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I presume you refused.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. He is not in need. He succeeded to my place, and he has a home + at the house of his uncle.” + </p> + <p> + “He appears to be a very mean boy. Anonymous letters are always cowardly, + and generally malicious. This seems to be no exception to the general + rule.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope it won’t affect your feelings towards me, Mr. Sargent.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t trouble yourself about that Rodney. I am not so easily prejudiced + against one of whom I have a good opinion.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose this is Jasper’s revenge,” thought Rodney. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. + </h2> + <p> + RODNEY LOSES HIS PUPIL. + </p> + <p> + Jasper had little doubt that his letter would lead to Rodney’s loss of + position. It was certainly a mean thing to plot another’s downfall, but + Jasper was quite capable of it. Had he secured the loan he asked he would + have been willing to leave Rodney alone, but it would only have been the + first of a series of similar applications. + </p> + <p> + It was several days before Jasper had an opportunity of learning whether + his malicious plan had succeeded or not. On Sunday forenoon he met Rodney + on Fifth Avenue just as the church services were over. He crossed the + street and accosted the boy he had tried to injure. + </p> + <p> + “Good morning, Ropes,” he said, examining Rodney’s face curiously to see + whether it indicated trouble of any kind. + </p> + <p> + “Good morning!” responded Rodney coolly. + </p> + <p> + “How are you getting along in your place?” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, thank you.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I find you at your pupil’s house if I call there some afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, unless I am out walking with Arthur.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder whether he’s bluffing,” thought Jasper. “I daresay he wouldn’t + tell me if he had been discharged. He takes it pretty coolly.” + </p> + <p> + “How long do you think your engagement will last?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. I never had a talk with Mr. Sargent on that point.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you still give satisfaction?” + </p> + <p> + Rodney penetrated Jasper’s motives for asking all these questions, and was + amused. + </p> + <p> + “I presume if I fail to satisfy Mr. Sargent he will tell me so.” + </p> + <p> + “It would be a nice thing if you could stay there three or four years.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes: but I don’t anticipate it. When Arthur get a little older he will be + sent to school.” + </p> + <p> + “What will you do then?” + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t got so far as that.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t get anything out of him,” said Jasper to himself. “I shouldn’t be + a bit surprised if he were already discharged.” + </p> + <p> + They had now reached Madison Square, and Jasper left Rodney. + </p> + <p> + The latter looked after him with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “I think I have puzzled Jasper,” he said to himself. “He was anxious to + know how his scheme had worked. He will have to wait a little longer.” + </p> + <p> + “If Mr. Sargent keeps Ropes after my letter he must be a fool,” Jasper + decided. “I wonder if Ropes handles the mail. He might have suppressed the + letter.” + </p> + <p> + But Rodney was not familiar with his handwriting, and would have no reason + to suspect that the particular letter contained anything likely to injure + him in the eyes of Mr. Sargent. + </p> + <p> + Later in his walk Jasper met Philip Carton. His former friend was sitting + on a bench in Madison Square. He called out to Jasper as he passed. + </p> + <p> + “Come here, Jasper, I want to talk with you.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper looked at him in a manner far from friendly. + </p> + <p> + “I am in a hurry,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “What hurry can you be in? Come and sit down here. I MUST speak to you.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper did not like his tone, but it impressed him, and he did not dare to + refuse. + </p> + <p> + He seated himself beside Philip, but looked at him askance. Carton was + undeniably shabby. He had the look of a man who was going down hill and + that rapidly. + </p> + <p> + “I shall be late for dinner,” grumbled Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I had any dinner to look forward to,” said Carton. “Do you see + this money?” and he produced a nickel from his pocket. + </p> + <p> + “What is there remarkable about it?” + </p> + <p> + “It is the last money I have. It won’t buy me a dinner.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry, but it is none of my business,” said Jasper coolly. “You are + old enough to attend to your own affairs.” + </p> + <p> + “And I once thought you were my friend,” murmured Philip bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we were friends in a way.” + </p> + <p> + “Now you are up and I am down—Jasper, I want a dollar.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say you do. Plenty want that.” + </p> + <p> + “I want it from you.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t spare it.” + </p> + <p> + “You can spare it better than you can spare your situation.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean by that?” asked Jasper, growing nervous. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll tell you what I mean. How long do you think you would stay in the + store if Mr. Goodnow knew that you were concerned in the theft from which + he has suffered?” + </p> + <p> + “Was I the only one?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I am equally guilty.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you acknowledge it. You see you had better keep quiet for your + own sake.” + </p> + <p> + “If I keep quiet I shall starve.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you want to go to prison?” + </p> + <p> + “I shouldn’t mind so much if you went along, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you crazy, Philip Carton?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I am not, but I am beginning to get sensible. If I go to prison I + shall at least have enough to eat, and now I haven’t.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean by all this foolish talk?” + </p> + <p> + “I mean that if you won’t give me any money I will go to the store and + tell Mr. Goodnow something that will surprise him.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper was getting thoroughly frightened. + </p> + <p> + “Come, Philip.” he said, “listen to reason. You know how poor I am.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt. I know you have a good home and enough to eat.” + </p> + <p> + “I only get seven dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “And I get nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “I have already been trying to help you. I went to Ropes the other day, + and asked him to lend me five dollars. I meant it for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he give it to you?” + </p> + <p> + “He wouldn’t give me a cent. He is mean and miserly!” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. He knows very well that you are no friend of his, though he + doesn’t know how much harm you have done him.” + </p> + <p> + “He’s rolling in money. However, I’ve put a spoke in his wheel, I hope.” + </p> + <p> + “How?” + </p> + <p> + “I wrote an anonymous letter to Mr. Sargent telling him that Ropes was + discharged from the store on suspicion of theft.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a precious scamp, Jasper.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “You are not content with getting Ropes discharged for something which you + yourself did——” + </p> + <p> + “And you too.” + </p> + <p> + “And I too. I accept the amendment. Not content with that, you try to get + him discharged from his present position.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he might have lent me the money,” said Jasper sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “It wouldn’t have been a loan. It would have been a gift. But no matter + about that. I want a dollar.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t give it to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall call at the store tomorrow morning and tell Mr. Goodnow + about the stolen goods.” + </p> + <p> + Finding that Carton was in earnest Jasper finally, but with great + reluctance, drew out a dollar and handed it to his companion. + </p> + <p> + “There, I hope that will satisfy you,” he said spitefully. + </p> + <p> + “It will—for the present.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish he’d get run over or something,” thought Jasper. “He seems to + expect me to support him, and that on seven dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + Fortunately for Jasper, Philip Carton obtained employment the next day + which lasted for some time, and as he was paid ten dollars a week he was + not under the necessity of troubling his old confederate for loans. + </p> + <p> + Now and then Jasper and Rodney met, but there were no cordial relations + between them. Jasper could not forgive Rodney for refusing to lend him + money, and Rodney was not likely to forget the anonymous letter by which + Jasper had tried to injure him. + </p> + <p> + So three months passed. One day Mr. Sargent arrived at home before it was + time for Rodney to leave. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you, Rodney,” said his employer. “I have some news for + you which I am afraid will not be entirely satisfactory to you.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “For the last three years I have been wishing to go to Europe with my wife + and Arthur. The plan has been delayed, because I could not make + satisfactory business arrangements. Now, however, that difficulty has been + overcome, and I propose to sail in about two weeks.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you’ll enjoy your trip, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. Of course it will terminate, for a time at least your + engagement to teach Arthur.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be sorry for that, sir, but I am not selfish enough to want you + to stay at home on that account.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought you would feel that way. I wish I could procure you another + position before I go, but that is uncertain. I shall, however, pay you a + month’s salary in advance in lieu of a notice.” + </p> + <p> + “That is very liberal, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it only just. I have been very well pleased with your attention + to Arthur, and I know he has profited by your instructions as well as + enjoyed your companionship. I hope you have been able to save something.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I have something in the Union Dime Savings Bank.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s well. You will remain with me one week longer, but the last week + Arthur will need for preparations.” + </p> + <p> + Two weeks later Rodney stood on the pier and watched the stately Etruria + steam out into the river. Arthur and his father were on deck, and the + little boy waved his handkerchief to his tutor as long as he could see + him. + </p> + <p> + Rodney turned away sadly. + </p> + <p> + “I have lost a good situation,” he soliloquized. “When shall I get + another?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. + </h2> + <p> + CONTINUED ILL LUCK. + </p> + <p> + Rodney set himself to work searching for a new situation. But wherever he + called he found Some one ahead of him. At length he saw an advertisement + for an entry clerk in a wholesale house in Church Street. He applied and + had the good fortune to please the superintendent. + </p> + <p> + “Where have you worked before?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “At Otis Goodnow’s, on Reade Street.” + </p> + <p> + “How much were you paid there?” + </p> + <p> + “Seven dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, we will start you on that salary, and see if you earn it.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney was surprised and relieved to find that he was not asked for a + recommendation from Mr. Goodnow, knowing that he could not obtain one. He + went to work on a Monday morning, and found his duties congenial and + satisfactory. + </p> + <p> + Seven dollars a week was small, compared with what he had received as a + tutor, but he had about two hundred and fifty dollars in the Union Dime + Savings Bank and drew three dollars from this fund every week in order + that he might still assist Mike, whose earnings were small. + </p> + <p> + One of his new acquaintances in the store was James Hicks, a boy about a + year older than himself. + </p> + <p> + “Didn’t you use to work at Otis Goodnow’s?” asked James one day when they + were going to lunch. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I know a boy employed there. He is older than either of us.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Jasper Redwood. Of course you know him.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Rodney with a presentiment of evil. + </p> + <p> + He felt that it would be dangerous to have Jasper know of his present + position, but did not venture to give a hint of this to James. + </p> + <p> + His fears were not groundless. Only the day after James met Jasper on the + street. + </p> + <p> + “Anything new?” asked Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; we’ve got one of your old friends in our store.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Rodney Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper stopped short, and whistled. He was excessively surprised, as he + supposed Rodney still to be Arthur Sargent’s tutor. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean it?” he ejaculated. + </p> + <p> + “Why not? Is there anything so strange about it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Did Ropes bring a recommendation from Mr. Goodnow?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose so. I don’t know.” + </p> + <p> + “If he did, it’s forged.” + </p> + <p> + “Why should it be?” + </p> + <p> + “Goodnow wouldn’t give him a recommendation.” + </p> + <p> + “Why wouldn’t he?” + </p> + <p> + “Because he discharged Ropes. Do you want to know why?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “For stealing articles from the store.” + </p> + <p> + It was the turn of James Hicks to be surprised. + </p> + <p> + “I can’t believe it,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Its true. Just mention the matter to Ropes, and you’ll see he won’t deny + it.” + </p> + <p> + “I think there must be some mistake about it. Rodney doesn’t look like a + fellow that would steal.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you can’t tell from appearances—Rogues are always plausible.” + </p> + <p> + “Still mistakes are sometimes made. I’d trust Rodney Ropes sooner than any + boy I know.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t know him as well as I do.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t like him?” said James shrewdly. + </p> + <p> + “No I don’t. I can’t like a thief.” + </p> + <p> + “You talk as if you had a grudge against him.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing but his being a thief. Well, what are you going to do about it?” + </p> + <p> + “About what?” + </p> + <p> + “What I have just told you.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t feel that I have any call to do anything.” + </p> + <p> + “You ought to tell your employer.” + </p> + <p> + “I am no telltale,” said James scornfully. + </p> + <p> + “Then you will let him stay in the store, knowing him to be a thief?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know him to be a thief. If he steals anything it will probably be + found out.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper urged James to give information about Rodney, but he steadily + refused. + </p> + <p> + “I leave others to do such dirty work,” he said, “and I don’t think any + better of you, let me tell you, for your eagerness to turn the boy out of + his position.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a queer boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Think so if you like,” retorted Hicks. “I might give my opinion of you.” + </p> + <p> + At this point Jasper thought it best to let the conversation drop. He was + much pleased to learn that Rodney had lost his fine position as tutor, and + was now in a place from which he might more easily be ousted. + </p> + <p> + As he could not prevail upon James Hicks to betray Rodney he decided to + write an anonymous letter to the firm that employed him. + </p> + <p> + The result was that the next afternoon Rodney was summoned to the office. + </p> + <p> + “Sit down Ropes,” said the superintendent. “For what store did you work + before you came into our house?” + </p> + <p> + “Otis Goodnow’s.” + </p> + <p> + “Under what circumstances did you leave?” + </p> + <p> + “I was accused of theft.” + </p> + <p> + “You did not mention this matter when you applied for a situation here.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. I ought perhaps to have done so, but I presumed in that case you + would not have given me a place.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right he would not.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor would I have applied had the charge been a true one. Articles were + certainly missing from Mr. Goodnow’s stock, but in accusing me they did me + a great injustice.” + </p> + <p> + “How long since you left Mr. Goodnow’s?” + </p> + <p> + “Four months.” + </p> + <p> + “What have you been doing since?” + </p> + <p> + “I was acting as tutor to the son of Mr. Sargent, of West Fifty Eighth + Street.” + </p> + <p> + “A well known citizen. Then you are a scholar?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I am nearly prepared for college.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course he did not know you were suspected of dishonesty.” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary he did know it. I told him, and later he received an + anonymous letter, notifying him of the fact.” + </p> + <p> + “We also have received an anonymous letter. Here it is. Do you recognize + the hand writing?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Rodney after examining the letter. “It was written by + Jasper Redwood.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is he?” + </p> + <p> + “A boy employed by Mr. Goodnow. For some reason he seems to have a spite + against me.” + </p> + <p> + “I admit that it is pretty small business to write an anonymous letter + calculated to injure another. Still we shall have to take notice of this.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I suppose so.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall have to bring it to the notice of the firm. What they may do I + don’t know. If the matter was to be decided by me I would let you stay.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” said Rodney gratefully. + </p> + <p> + “But I am not Mr. Hall. You can go now and I will see you again.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney left the office fully persuaded that his engagement would speedily + terminate. He was right; the next day he was sent for again. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to tell you, Ropes,” said the superintendent kindly “that Mr. + Hall insists upon your being discharged. He is a nervous man and rather + suspicious. I spoke in your favor but I could not turn him.” + </p> + <p> + “At any rate I am grateful to you for your friendly effort.” + </p> + <p> + The superintendent hesitated a moment, and then said: “Will this discharge + seriously embarrass you? Are you short of money?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. I was very liberally paid by Mr. Sargent, and I saved money. I + have enough in the savings bank to last me several months, should I be + idle so long.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of it. I hope you will remember, my boy, that this is none of + my doing. I would gladly retain you. I will say one thing more, should + Jasper Redwood ever apply for a situation here, his name will not be + considered.” + </p> + <p> + So Rodney found himself again without a position. It seemed hard in view + of his innocence, but he had confidence to believe that something would + turn up for him as before. At any rate he had enough money to live on for + some time. + </p> + <p> + When Mike Flynn learned the circumstances of his discharge he was very + angry. + </p> + <p> + “I’d like to meet Jasper Redwood,” he said, his eyes flashing. “If I + didn’t give him a laying out then my name isn’t Mike Flynn.” + </p> + <p> + “I think he will get his desert some time, Mickey, without any help from + you or me.” + </p> + <p> + “Should hope he will. And what’ll you do now, Rodney?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. Sometimes I think it would be well to go to some other + city, Boston or Philadelphia, where Jasper can’t get on my track.” + </p> + <p> + “Should hope you won’t do it. I can’t get along widout you.” + </p> + <p> + “I will stay here for a few weeks, Mike, and see if anything turns up.” + </p> + <p> + “I might get you in as a telegraph boy.” + </p> + <p> + “That wouldn’t suit me. It doesn’t pay enough.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney began to hunt for a situation again, but four weeks passed and + brought him no success. One afternoon about four o’clock he was walking up + Broadway when, feeling tired, he stepped into the Continental Hotel at the + corner of Twentieth Street. + </p> + <p> + He took a seat at some distance back from the door, and in a desultory way + began to look about him. All at once he started in surprise, for in a man + sitting in one of the front row of chairs he recognized Louis Wheeler, the + railroad thief who had stolen his box of jewelry. + </p> + <p> + Wheeler was conversing with a man with a large flapping sombrero, and + whose dress and general appearance indicated that he was a Westerner. + </p> + <p> + Rodney left his seat and going forward sat down in the chair behind + Wheeler. He suspected that the Western man was in danger of being + victimized. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. + </h2> + <p> + AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE TURNS UP. + </p> + <p> + In his new position Rodney could easily hear the conversation which took + place between the Western man and his old railroad acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + “I am quite a man of leisure,” said Wheeler, “and it will give me great + pleasure to go about with you and show you our city.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very obliging.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, don’t mention it. I shall really be glad to have my time occupied. + You see I am a man of means—my father left me a fortune—and so + I am not engaged in any business.” + </p> + <p> + “You are in luck. I was brought up on a farm in Vermont, and had to borrow + money to take me to Montana four years ago.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you prospered in your new home?” + </p> + <p> + “I did. I picked up twenty five thousand dollars at the mines, and doubled + it by investment in lots in Helena.” + </p> + <p> + “Very neat, indeed. I inherited a fortune from my father—a hundred + and twenty five thousand dollars—but I never made a cent myself. I + don’t know whether I am smart enough.” + </p> + <p> + “Come out to Montana and I’ll put you in a way of making some money.” + </p> + <p> + “Really, now, that suggestion strikes me favorably. I believe I will + follow your advice. When shall you return to your Western home?” + </p> + <p> + “In about a fortnight I think.” + </p> + <p> + “You must go to the theater tonight. There is a good play on at the + Madison Square.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t mind. When can I get ticket?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go and secure some. It is only a few blocks away.” + </p> + <p> + “Do so. How much are the tickets?” + </p> + <p> + “A dollar and a half or two dollars each.” + </p> + <p> + “Here are five dollars, if it won’t trouble you too much.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear friend, I meant to pay for the tickets. However, I will pay next + time. If you will remain here I will be back in twenty minutes.” + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler left the hotel with the five dollars tucked away in his vest + pocket. + </p> + <p> + He had no sooner disappeared than Rodney went forward and occupied his + seat. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, sir,” he said to the miner, “but do you know much of the man + who has just left you?” + </p> + <p> + “I only met him here. He seems a good natured fellow. What of him?” + </p> + <p> + “He said he was a man of independent means.” + </p> + <p> + “Isn’t he?” + </p> + <p> + “He is a thief and an adventurer.” + </p> + <p> + The miner was instantly on the alert. + </p> + <p> + “How do you know this?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Because he stole a box of jewelry from me in the cars some months ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you get it again?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he left the train, but I followed him up and reclaimed the jewelry.” + </p> + <p> + “Was it of much value?” + </p> + <p> + “They were family jewels, and were worth over a thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think he wants to bunco me?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no doubt of it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have given him money to buy theater tickets. Do you think he will come + back?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. He wouldn’t be satisfied with that small sum.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me about your adventure with him.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do it later. The theater is so near that he might come back and + surprise us together. I think he would recognize me.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you advise me to go to the theater?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but be on your guard.” + </p> + <p> + “Where can I see you again?” + </p> + <p> + “Are you staying at this hotel?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Here is my card.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney read this name on the card: + </p> + <p> + JEFFERSON PETTRIGREW. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you were going to the theater with us.” + </p> + <p> + “It wouldn’t do. Mr. Wheeler would remember me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then come round and breakfast with me tomorrow—at eight o’clock, + sharp.” + </p> + <p> + “I will, sir. Now I will take a back seat, and leave you to receive your + friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t call him my friend. He seems to be a mean scoundrel.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t let him suspect anything from your manner.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t. I want to see him expose his plans.” Five minutes afterwards + Louis Wheeler entered the hotel. + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got the tickets,” he said, “but I had to buy them of a speculator, + and they cost me more than I expected.” + </p> + <p> + “How much?” + </p> + <p> + “Two and a half apiece. So there is no change coming back to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind! As long as you had enough money to pay for them it is all + right.” + </p> + <p> + As a matter of fact Wheeler bought the tickets at the box office at one + dollar and fifty cent each, which left him a profit of two dollars. When + he saw how easily the Western man took it he regretted not having + represented that the tickets cost three dollars each. + </p> + <p> + However, he decided that there would be other ways of plundering his new + acquaintance. He took his seat again next to the miner. + </p> + <p> + “It is not very late,” he said. “Would you like a run out to Central Park + or to Grant’s Tomb?” + </p> + <p> + “Not today. I feel rather tired. By the way, you did not mention your + name.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t a card with me, but my name is Louis Wheeler.” + </p> + <p> + “Where do you live, Mr. Wheeler?” + </p> + <p> + “I am staying with an aunt on Fifth Avenue, but I think of taking board at + the Windsor Hotel. It is a very high toned house, and quite a number of my + friends board there.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it an expensive hotel?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, but my income is large and——” + </p> + <p> + “I understand. Now, Mr. Wheeler, I must excuse myself, as I feel tired. + Come at half past seven and we can start for the theater together.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well.” + </p> + <p> + Wheeler rose reluctantly, for he had intended to secure a dinner from his + new acquaintance, but he was wise enough to take the hint. + </p> + <p> + After he left the room Rodney again joined Mr. Pettigrew. + </p> + <p> + “He didn’t give me back any change,” said the Western man. “He said he + bought the tickets of a speculator at two dollars and a half each.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he made two dollars out of you.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose that is the beginning. Well, that doesn’t worry me. But I + should like to know how he expects to get more money out of me. I don’t + understand the ways of this gentry.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I very well. If you are on your guard I think you won’t be in any + danger.” + </p> + <p> + “I will remember what you say. You seem young to act as adviser to a man + like me. Are you in business?” + </p> + <p> + “At present I am out of work, but I have money enough to last me three + months.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you, like my new acquaintance, possessed of independent means?” + </p> + <p> + “Not now, but I was six months ago.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you lose your money?” + </p> + <p> + “I did not lose it. My guardian lost it for me.” + </p> + <p> + “What is your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Rodney Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “You’ve had some pretty bad luck. Come up to my room and tell me about + it.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to do so, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Pettigrew called for his key and led the way up to a plain room on the + third floor. + </p> + <p> + “Come in,” he said. “The room is small, but I guess it will hold us both. + Now go ahead with your story.” + </p> + <p> + In a short time Rodney had told his story in full to his new acquaintance, + encouraged to do so by his sympathetic manner. Mr. Pettigrew was quite + indignant, when told of Jasper’s mean and treacherous conduct. + </p> + <p> + “That boy Jasper is a snake in the grass,” he said. “I’d like to give him + a good thrashing.” + </p> + <p> + “There isn’t any love lost between us, Mr. Pettigrew, but I think it will + turn out right in the end. Still I find it hard to get a place in New York + with him circulating stories about me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why do you stay in New York?” + </p> + <p> + “I have thought it might be better to go to Philadelphia or Boston.” + </p> + <p> + “I can tell you of a better place than either.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + “Montana.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you really think it would be wise for me to go there?” + </p> + <p> + “Think? I haven’t a doubt about it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have money enough to get there, but not much more. I should soon have + to find work, or I might get stranded.” + </p> + <p> + “Come back with me, and I’ll see you through. I’ll make a bargain with + you. Go round with me here, and I’ll pay your fare out to Montana.” + </p> + <p> + “If you are really in earnest I will do so, and thank you for the offer.” + </p> + <p> + “Jefferson Pettigrew means what he says. I’ll see you through, Rodney.” + </p> + <p> + “But I may be interfering with your other friend, Louis Wheeler.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall soon be through with him. You needn’t worry yourself about that.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Pettigrew insisted upon Rodney’s taking supper with him. Fifteen + minutes after Rodney left him Mr. Wheeler made his appearance. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. + </h2> + <p> + MR. WHEELER HAS A SET BACK. + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler had not seen Rodney in the hotel office, and probably would + not have recognized him if he had, as Rodney was quite differently dressed + from the time of their first meeting. He had no reason to suppose, + therefore, that Mr. Pettigrew had been enlightened as to his real + character. + </p> + <p> + It was therefore with his usual confidence that he accosted his + acquaintance from Montana after supper. + </p> + <p> + “It is time to go to the theater, Mr. Pettigrew,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Jefferson Pettigrew scanned his new acquaintance with interest. He had + never before met a man of his type and he looked upon him as a curiosity. + </p> + <p> + He was shrewd, however, and did not propose to let Wheeler know that he + understood his character. He resolved for the present to play the part of + the bluff and unsuspecting country visitor. + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind, Mr. Wheeler,” he said, “to take so much trouble for a + stranger.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear sir,” said Wheeler effusively, “I wouldn’t do it for many + persons, but I have taken a fancy to you.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean so?” said Pettigrew, appearing pleased? + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do, on my honor.” + </p> + <p> + “But I don’t see why you should. You are a polished city gentleman and I + am an ignorant miner from Montana.” + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler looked complacent when he was referred to as a polished city + gentleman. + </p> + <p> + “You do yourself injustice, my dear Pettigrew,” he said in a patronizing + manner. “You do indeed. You may not be polished, but you are certainly + smart, as you have shown by accumulating a fortune.” + </p> + <p> + “But I am not as rich as you.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps not, but if I should lose my money, I could not make another + fortune, while I am sure you could. Don’t you think it would be a good + plan for us to start a business together in New York?” + </p> + <p> + “Would you really be willing to go into business with me?” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson Pettigrew asked this question with so much apparent sincerity + that Wheeler was completely deceived. + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got him dead!” he soliloquized complacently. + </p> + <p> + He hooked his arm affectionately in the Montana miner’s and said, “My dear + friend, I have never met a man with whom I would rather be associated in + business than with you. How much capital could you contribute?” + </p> + <p> + “I will think it over, Mr. Wheeler. By the way what business do you + propose that we shall go into?” + </p> + <p> + “I will think it over and report to you.” + </p> + <p> + By this time they had reached the theater. The play soon commenced. Mr. + Pettigrew enjoyed it highly, for he had not had much opportunity at the + West of attending a high class theatrical performance. + </p> + <p> + When the play ended, Louis Wheeler said, “Suppose we go to Delmonico’s and + have a little refreshment.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well.” + </p> + <p> + They adjourned to the well known restaurant, and Mr. Pettigrew ordered an + ice and some cakes, but his companion made a hearty supper. When the bill + came, Louis Wheeler let it lie on the table, but Mr. Pettigrew did not + appear to see it. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder if he expects me to pay for it,” Wheeler asked himself + anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you for this pleasant little supper,” said Pettigrew mischievously. + “Delmonico’s is certainly a fine place.” + </p> + <p> + Wheeler changed color. He glanced at the check. It was for two dollars and + seventy five cents, and this represented a larger sum than he possessed. + </p> + <p> + He took the check and led the way to the cashier’s desk. Then he examined + his pockets. + </p> + <p> + “By Jove,” he said, “I left my wallet in my other coat. May I borrow five + dollars till tomorrow?” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson Pettigrew eyed him shrewdly. “Never mind,” he said, “I will pay + the check.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very much ashamed of having put you to this expense.” + </p> + <p> + “If that is all you have to be ashamed of Mr. Wheeler,” said the miner + pointedly, “you can rest easy.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” stammered Wheeler. + </p> + <p> + “Wait till we get into the street, and I will tell you.” + </p> + <p> + They went out at the Broadway entrance, and then Mr. Pettigrew turned to + his new acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + “I think I will bid you good night and good by at the same time, Mr. + Wheeler,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “My dear sir, I hoped you won’t misjudge me on account of my unfortunately + leaving my money at home.” + </p> + <p> + “I only wish to tell you that I have not been taken in by your plausible + statement, Mr. Wheeler, if that is really your name. Before we started for + the theater I had gauged you and taken your measure.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, I hope you don’t mean to insult me!” blustered Wheeler. + </p> + <p> + “Not at all. You have been mistaken in me, but I am not mistaken in you. I + judge you to be a gentlemanly adventurer, ready to take advantage of any + who have money and are foolish enough to be gulled by your tricks. You are + welcome to the profit you made out of the theater tickets, also to the + little supper to which you have done so much justice. I must request you, + now, however, to devote yourself to some one else, as I do not care to + meet you again.” + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler slunk away, deciding that he had made a great mistake in + setting down his Montana acquaintance as an easy victim. + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t think he’d get on to my little game so quick,” he reflected. + “He’s sharper than he looks.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney took breakfast with Mr. Pettigrew the next morning. When breakfast + was over, the Montana man said: + </p> + <p> + “I’m going to make a proposal to you, Rodney. How much pay did you get at + your last place?” + </p> + <p> + “Seven dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll pay you that and give you your meals. In return I want you to keep + me company and go about with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not be apt to refuse such an offer as that, Mr. Pettigrew, but + are you sure you prefer me to Mr. Wheeler?” laughed Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Wheeler be—blessed!” returned the miner. + </p> + <p> + “How long are you going to stay in New York?” + </p> + <p> + “About two weeks. Then I shall go back to Montana and take you with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. There is nothing I should like better.” + </p> + <p> + Two days later, as the two were walking along Broadway, they met Mr. + Wheeler. The latter instantly recognized his friend from Montana, and + scrutinized closely his young companion. + </p> + <p> + Rodney’s face looked strangely familiar to him, but somehow he could not + recollect when or under what circumstances he had met him. He did not, + however, like to give up his intended victim, but had the effrontery to + address the man from Montana. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you are well, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, I am very well.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you are enjoying yourself. I should be glad to show you the + sights. Have you been to Grants Tomb?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to take you there.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, but I have a competent guide.” + </p> + <p> + “Won’t you introduce me to the young gentleman?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t require any introduction to you, Mr. Wheeler,” said Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Where have I met you before?” asked Wheeler abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “In the cars. I had a box of jewelry with me,” answered Rodney + significantly. + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler changed color. Now he remembered Rodney, and he was + satisfied that he owed to him the coolness with which the Western man had + treated him. + </p> + <p> + “I remember you had,” he said spitefully, “but I don’t know how you came + by it.” + </p> + <p> + “It isn’t necessary that you should know. I remember I had considerable + difficulty in getting it out of your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Pettigrew,” said Wheeler angrily, “I feel interested in you, and I + want to warn you against the boy who is with you. He is a dangerous + companion.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say you are right,” said Pettigrew in a quizzical tone. “I shall + look after him sharply, and I thank you for your kind and considerate + warning. I don’t care to take up any more of your valuable time. Rodney, + let us be going.” + </p> + <p> + “It must have been the kid that exposed me,” muttered Wheeler, as he + watched the two go down the street. “I will get even with him some time. + That man would have been good for a thousand dollars to me if I had not + been interfered with.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been warned against me, Mr. Pettigrew,” said Rodney, laughing. + “Mr. Wheeler has really been very unkind in interfering with my plans.” + </p> + <p> + “I shan’t borrow any trouble, or lie awake nights thinking about it, + Rodney. I don’t care to see or think of that rascal again.” + </p> + <p> + The week passed, and the arrangement between Mr. Pettigrew and Rodney + continued to their mutual satisfaction. One morning, when Rodney came to + the Continental as usual, his new friend said: “I received a letter last + evening from my old home in Vermont.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope it contained good news.” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary it contained bad news. My parents are dead, but I have an + old uncle and aunt living. When I left Burton he was comfortably fixed, + with a small farm of his own, and two thousand dollars in bank. Now I hear + that he is in trouble. He has lost money, and a knavish neighbor has + threatened to foreclose a mortgage on the farm and turn out the old people + to die or go to the poorhouse.” + </p> + <p> + “Is the mortgage a large one?” + </p> + <p> + “It is much less than the value of the farm, but ready money is scarce in + the town, and that old Sheldon calculates upon. Now I think of going to + Burton to look up the matter.” + </p> + <p> + “You must save your uncle, if you can, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “I can and I will. I shall start for Boston this afternoon by the Fall + River boat and I want you to go with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I should enjoy the journey, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it is settled. Go home and pack your gripsack. You may be gone three + or four days.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. + </h2> + <p> + A CHANGE OF SCENE. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said Mr. Pettigrew, when they were sitting side by side on the + upper deck of the Puritan, the magnificent steamer on the Fall River line. + “I want you to consent to a little plan that will mystify my old friends + and neighbors.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Mr. Pettigrew?” + </p> + <p> + “I have never written home about my good fortune; so far as they know I am + no better off than when I went away.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I could have concealed my success.” + </p> + <p> + “It may seem strange, but I’ll explain—I want to learn who are my + friends and who are not. I am afraid I wasn’t very highly thought of when + I left Burton. I was considered rather shiftless. + </p> + <p> + “I was always in for a good time, and never saved a cent. Everybody + predicted that I would fail, and I expect most wanted me to fail. There + were two or three, including my uncle, aunt and the friend who lent me + money, who wished me well. + </p> + <p> + “I mustn’t forget to mention the old minister who baptized me when I was + an infant. The good old man has been preaching thirty or forty years on a + salary of four hundred dollars, and has had to run a small farm to make + both ends meet. He believed in me and gave me good advice. Outside of + these I don’t remember any one who felt an interest in Jefferson + Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “You will have the satisfaction of letting them see that they did not do + you justice.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but I may not tell them—that is none except my true friends. + If I did, they would hover round me and want to borrow money, or get me to + take them out West with me. So I have hit upon a plan. I shall want to use + money, but I will pretend it is yours.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney opened his eyes in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “I will pass you off as a rich friend from New York, who feels an interest + in me and is willing to help me.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney smiled. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know if I can look the character,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes you can. You are nicely dressed, while I am hardly any better + dressed than when I left Burton.” + </p> + <p> + “I have wondered why you didn’t buy some new clothes when you were able to + afford it.” + </p> + <p> + “You see we Western miners don’t care much for style, perhaps not enough. + Still I probably shall buy a suit or two, but not till I have made my + visit home. I want to see how people will receive me, when they think I + haven’t got much money. I shall own up to about five hundred dollars, but + that isn’t enough to dazzle people even in a small country village.” + </p> + <p> + “I am wiling to help you in any way you wish, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I think we shall get some amusement out of it. I shall represent you + as worth about a hundred thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I were.” + </p> + <p> + “Very likely you will be some time if you go out to Montana with me.” + </p> + <p> + “How large a place is Burton?” + </p> + <p> + “It has not quite a thousand inhabitants. It is set among the hills, and + has but one rich man, Lemuel Sheldon, who is worth perhaps fifty thousand + dollars, but put on the airs of a millionaire.” + </p> + <p> + “You are as rich as he, then.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and shall soon be richer. However, I don’t want him to know it. It + is he who holds the mortgage on my uncle’s farm.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know how large the mortgage is?” + </p> + <p> + “It is twelve hundred dollars. I shall borrow the money of you to pay it.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” said Rodney, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I shall enjoy the way the old man will look down upon me very much as a + millionaire looks down upon a town pauper.” + </p> + <p> + “How will he look upon me?” + </p> + <p> + “He will be very polite to you, for he will think you richer than + himself.” + </p> + <p> + “On the whole, we are going to act a comedy, Mr. Pettigrew. What is the + name of the man who lent you money to go to Montana?” + </p> + <p> + “A young carpenter, Frank Dobson. He lent me a hundred dollars, which was + about all the money he had saved up.” + </p> + <p> + “He was a true friend.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right. He was. Everybody told Frank that he would never see his + money again, but he did. As soon as I could get together enough to repay + him I sent it on, though I remember it left me with less than ten dollars + in my pocket. + </p> + <p> + “I couldn’t bear to think that Frank would lose anything by me. You see we + were chums at school and always stood by each other. He is married and has + two children.” + </p> + <p> + “While you are an old bachelor.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I ain’t in a hurry to travel in double harness. I’ll wait till I am + ready to leave Montana, with money enough to live handsomely at home.” + </p> + <p> + “You have got enough now.” + </p> + <p> + “But I may as well get more. I am only thirty years old, and I can afford + to work a few years longer.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could be sure of being worth fifty thousand dollars when I am + your age.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been worth that, you tell me.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but I should value more money that I had made myself.” + </p> + <p> + Above five o’clock on Monday afternoon Mr. Pettigrew and Rodney reached + Burton. It was a small village about four miles from the nearest railway + station. An old fashioned Concord stage connected Burton with the railway. + The driver was on the platform looking out for passengers when Jefferson + Pettigrew stepped out of the car. + </p> + <p> + “How are you, Hector?” said the miner, in an off hand way. + </p> + <p> + “Why, bless my soul if it isn’t Jeff!” exclaimed the driver, who had been + an old schoolmate of Mr. Pettigrew’s. + </p> + <p> + “I reckon it is,” said the miner, his face lighting up with the + satisfaction he felt at seeing a home face. + </p> + <p> + “Why, you ain’t changed a mite, Jeff. You look just as you did when you + went away. How long have you been gone?” + </p> + <p> + “Four years!” + </p> + <p> + “Made a fortune? But you don’t look like it. That’s the same suit you wore + when you went away, isn’t it?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Pettigrew laughed. + </p> + <p> + “Well no, it isn’t the same, but it’s one of the same kind.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought maybe you’d come home in a dress suit.” + </p> + <p> + “It isn’t so easy to make a fortune, Hector.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have made something, ain’t you?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, when I went away I hadn’t a cent except what I borrowed. Now + I’ve got five hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “That ain’t much.” + </p> + <p> + “No, but it’s better than nothing. How much more have you got, Hector?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you see I married last year. I haven’t had a chance to lay by.” + </p> + <p> + “So you see I did as well as if I had stayed at home.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to stay home now?” + </p> + <p> + “For a little while. I may go back to Montana after a bit.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it a good place to make money?” + </p> + <p> + “I made five hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Thats only a little more than a hundred dollars a year. Frank Dobson has + saved as much as that and he’s stayed right here in Burton.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m glad of that,” said Pettigrew heartily. “Frank is a rousing good + fellow. If it hadn’t been for him I couldn’t have gone to Montana.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn’t seem to have done you much good, as I can see.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, I am satisfied. Let me introduce my friend, Mr. Rodney Ropes of + New York.” + </p> + <p> + “Glad to meet you,” said Hector with a jerk of the head. + </p> + <p> + “Rodney, won’t you sit inside? I want to sit outide with Hector.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is that boy?” asked Hector with characteristic Yankee curiosity, as + he seized the lines and started the horses. + </p> + <p> + “A rich young fellow from New York. I got acquainted with him there.” + </p> + <p> + “Rich is he?” Jefferson Pettigrew nodded. + </p> + <p> + “How rich do you think?” + </p> + <p> + “Shouldn’t wonder if he might be worth a hundred thousand.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t say! Why, he beat Squire Sheldon.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, Squire Sheldon wouldn’t be considered rich in New York.” + </p> + <p> + “How did he get his money?” + </p> + <p> + “His father left him a fortune.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that so? I wish my father had left me a fortune.” + </p> + <p> + “He did, didn’t he?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he did! When his estate was settled I got seventy five dollars, if + you call that a fortune. But I say, what brings the boy to Burton?” + </p> + <p> + “His friendship for me, I expect. Besides he may invest in a place.” + </p> + <p> + “There’s the old Morse place for sale. Do you think he’d buy that?” + </p> + <p> + “It wouldn’t be nice enough for him. I don’t know any place that would be + good enough except the squire’s.” + </p> + <p> + “The squire wouldn’t sell.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, I don’t know as Rodney would care to locate in Burton.” + </p> + <p> + “You’re in luck to get such a friend. Say, do you think he would lend you + a hundred dollars if you were hard up?” + </p> + <p> + “I know he would. By the way, Hector, is there any news? How is my uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “I think the old man is worrying on account of his mortgage.” + </p> + <p> + “Who holds it?” + </p> + <p> + “The squire. They do say he is goin’ to foreclose. That’ll be bad for the + old man. It’ll nigh about break his heart I expect.” + </p> + <p> + “Can’t uncle raise the money to pay him?” + </p> + <p> + “Who is there round here who has got any money except the squire?” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are you goin’ to stop, Jeff?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess I’ll stop at the tavern tonight, but I’ll go over and call on + uncle this evening.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. + </h2> + <p> + JEFFERSON PETTIGREW’S HOME. + </p> + <p> + News spreads fast in a country village. Scarcely an hour had passed when + it was generally known that Jefferson Pettigrew had come home from Montana + with a few hundred dollars in money, bringing with him a rich boy who + could buy out all Burton. At least that is the way the report ran. + </p> + <p> + When the two new arrivals had finished supper and come out on the hotel + veranda there were a dozen of Jefferson Pettigrew’s friends ready to + welcome him. + </p> + <p> + “How are you, Jefferson, old boy?” said one and another. + </p> + <p> + “Pretty well, thank you. It seems good to be home.” + </p> + <p> + “I hear you’ve brought back some money.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a few hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s better than nothing. I reckon you’ll stay home now.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t afford it, boys.” + </p> + <p> + “Are ye goin’ back to Montany?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I know the country, and I can make a middlin’ good livin’ there.” + </p> + <p> + “I say, is that boy thats with you as rich as they say?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know what they say.” + </p> + <p> + “They say he’s worth a million.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no, not so much as that. He’s pretty well fixed.” + </p> + <p> + “Hasn’t he got a father livin’?” + </p> + <p> + “No, it’s his father that left the money.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you happen to get in with him?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, we met promiscuous. He took a sort of fancy to me, and that’s the way + of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you expect to keep him with you?” + </p> + <p> + “He talks of goin’ back to Montana with me. I’ll be sort of guardian to + him.” + </p> + <p> + “You’re in luck, Jeff.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I’m in luck to have pleasant company. Maybe we’ll join together and + buy a mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you mind introducin’ him?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all,” and thus Rodney became acquainted with quite a number of the + Burton young men. He was amused to see with what deference they treated + him, but preserved a sober face and treated all cordially, so that he made + a favorable impression on those he met. + </p> + <p> + Among those who made it in their way to call on the two travelers was + Lemuel Sheldon, the rich man of the village. + </p> + <p> + “How do you do, Jefferson?” he said condescendingly. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been quite a traveler.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I have been to the far West.” + </p> + <p> + “And met with some success, I am told.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I raised money enough to get home.” + </p> + <p> + “I hear you brought home a few hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well,” said the squire patronizingly, “that’s good beginning.” + </p> + <p> + “It must seem very little to a rich man like you, squire.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no!” said the squire patronizingly. “You are a young man. I shouldn’t + wonder if by the time you get as old as I am you might be worth five + thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope so,” answered Mr. Pettigrew demurely. + </p> + <p> + “By the way, you have brought a young man with you, I am told.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to make his acquaintance. He is rich, is he not?” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I was as rich.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t say so! About how much do you estimate he is worth?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think it amounts to quite as much as a quarter of a million. + Still, you know it is not always easy to tell how much a person is worth.” + </p> + <p> + “He is certainly a VERY fortunate young man,” said the squire, impressed. + “What is his name?” + </p> + <p> + “Rodney Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “The name sounds aristocratic. I shall be glad to know him.” + </p> + <p> + “Rodney,” said Mr. Pettigrew. “I want to introduce you to Squire Sheldon, + our richest and most prominent citizen.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to meet you, Squire Sheldon,” said Rodney, offering his hand. + </p> + <p> + “I quite reciprocate the feeling, Mr. Ropes, but Mr. Pettigrew should not + call me a rich man. I am worth something, to be sure.” + </p> + <p> + “I should say you were, squire,” said Jefferson. “Rodney, he is as rich as + you are.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no,” returned the squire, modestly, “not as rich as that. Indeed, I + hardly know how much I am worth. As Mr. Pettigrew very justly observed it + is not easy to gauge a man’s possessions. But there is one difference + between us. You, Mr. Ropes, I take it, are not over eighteen.” + </p> + <p> + “Only sixteen, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet you are wealthy. I am rising fifty. When you come to my age you + will be worth much more.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I may have lost all I now possess,” said Rodney. “Within a year I + have lost fifty thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t say so.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it was through a man who had charge of my property. I think now I + shall manage my money matters myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Doubtless you are right. That was certainly a heavy loss. I shouldn’t + like to lose so much. I suppose, however, you had something left?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes,” answered Rodney in an indifferent tone. + </p> + <p> + “He must be rich to make so little account of fifty thousand dollars,” + thought the squire. + </p> + <p> + “How long do you propose to stay in town, Mr. Pettigrew?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I can’t tell, sir, but I don’t think I can spare more than three or four + days.” + </p> + <p> + “May I hope that you and Mr. Ropes will take supper with me tomorrow + evening?” + </p> + <p> + “Say the next day and we’ll come. Tomorrow I must go to my uncle’s.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh very well!” + </p> + <p> + Squire Sheldon privately resolved to pump Rodney as to the investment of + his property. He was curious to learn first how much the boy was worth, + for if there was anything that the squire worshiped it was wealth. He was + glad to find that Mr. Pettigrew had only brought home five hundred + dollars, as it was not enough to lift the mortgage on his uncle’s farm. + </p> + <p> + After they were left alone Jefferson Pettigrew turned to Rodney and said, + “Do you mind my leaving you a short time and calling at my uncle’s?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all, Mr. Pettigrew. I can pass my time very well.” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson Pettigrew directed his steps to an old fashioned farmhouse about + half a mile from the village. In the rear the roof sloped down so that the + eaves were only five feet from the ground. The house was large though the + rooms were few in number. + </p> + <p> + In the sitting room sat an old man and his wife, who was nearly as old. It + was not a picture of cheerful old age, for each looked sad. The sadness of + old age is pathetic for there is an absence of hope, and courage, such as + younger people are apt to feel even when they are weighed down by trouble. + </p> + <p> + Cyrus Hooper was seventy one, his wife two years younger. During the + greater part of their lives they had been well to do, if not prosperous, + but now their money was gone, and there was a mortgage on the old home + which they could not pay. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know whats goin’ to become of us, Nancy,” said Cyrus Hooper. + “We’ll have to leave the old home, and when the farm’s been sold there + won’t be much left over and above the mortgage which Louis Sheldon holds.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you think the squire will give you a little more time, Cyrus?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I saw him yesterday, and he’s sot on buyin’ in the farm for himself. + He reckons it won’t fetch more’n eighteen hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Thats only six hundred over the mortgage.” + </p> + <p> + “It isn’t that Nancy. There’s about a hundred dollars due in interest. We + won’t get more’n five hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely, Cyrus, the farm is worth three thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “So it is, Nancy, but that won’t do us any good, as long as no one wants + it more’n the squire.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish Jefferson were at home.” + </p> + <p> + “What good would it do? I surmise he hasn’t made any money. He never did + have much enterprise, that boy.” + </p> + <p> + “He was allus a good boy, Cyrus.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so, Nancy, but he didn’t seem cut out for makin’ money. Still it + would do me good to see him. Maybe we might have a home together, and + manage to live.” + </p> + <p> + Just then a neighbor entered. + </p> + <p> + “Have you heard the news?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “No; what is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Your nephew Jefferson Pettigrew has got back.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean so. There, Jefferson, that’s one comfort.” + </p> + <p> + “And they say he has brought home five hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s more’n I thought he’d bring. Where is he?” + </p> + <p> + “Over at the tavern. He’s brought a young man with him, leastways a boy, + that’s got a lot of money.” + </p> + <p> + “The boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he’s from New York, and is a friend of Jefferson’s.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I’m glad he’s back. Why didn’t he come here?” + </p> + <p> + “It’s likely he would if the boy wasn’t with him.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps he heard of my misfortune.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope it’ll all come right, Mr. Hooper. My, if there ain’t Jefferson + comin’ to see you now. I see him through the winder. I guess I’ll be + goin’. You’ll want to see him alone.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. + </h2> + <p> + THE BOY CAPITALIST. + </p> + <p> + “How are you, Uncle Cyrus?” said Jefferson Pettigrew heartily, as he + clasped his uncle’s toil worn hand. “And Aunt Nancy, too! It pays me for + coming all the way from Montana just to see you.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m glad to see you, Jefferson,” said his uncle. “It seems a long time + since you went away. I hope you’ve prospered.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, uncle, I’ve brought myself back well and hearty, and I’ve got a few + hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m glad to hear it, Jefferson. You’re better off than when you went + away.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, uncle. I couldn’t be much worse off. Then I hadn’t a cent that I + could call my own. But how are you and Aunt Nancy?” + </p> + <p> + “We’re gettin’ old, Jefferson, and misfortune has come to us. Squire + Sheldon has got a mortgage on the farm and it’s likely we’ll be turned + out. You’ve come just in time to see it.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it so bad as that, Uncle Cyrus? Why, when I went away you were + prosperous.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jefferson, I owned the farm clear, and I had money in the bank, but + now the money’s gone and there’s a twelve hundred dollar mortgage on the + old place,” and the old man sighed. + </p> + <p> + “But how did it come about uncle? You and Aunt Nancy haven’t lived + extravagantly, have you? Aunt Nancy, you haven’t run up a big bill at the + milliner’s and dressmaker’s?” + </p> + <p> + “You was always for jokin’, Jefferson,” said the old lady, smiling + faintly; “but that is not the way our losses came.” + </p> + <p> + “How then?” + </p> + <p> + “You see I indorsed notes for Sam Sherman over at Canton, and he failed, + and I had to pay, then I bought some wild cat minin’ stock on Sam’s + recommendation, and that went down to nothin’. So between the two I lost + about three thousand dollars. I’ve been a fool, Jefferson, and it would + have been money in my pocket if I’d had a guardeen.” + </p> + <p> + “So you mortgaged the place to Squire Sheldon, uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I had to. I was obliged to meet my notes.” + </p> + <p> + “But surely the squire will extend the mortgage.” + </p> + <p> + “No, he won’t. I’ve asked him. He says he must call in the money, and so + the old place will have to be sold, and Nancy and I must turn out in our + old age.” + </p> + <p> + Again the old man sighed, and tears came into Nancy Hooper’s eyes. + </p> + <p> + “There’ll be something left, won’t there, Uncle Cyrus?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the place should bring six hundred dollars over and above the + mortgage. That’s little enough, for it’s worth three thousand.” + </p> + <p> + “So it is, Uncle Cyrus. But what can you do with six hundred dollars? It + won’t support you and Aunt Nancy?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought mebbe, Jefferson, I could hire a small house and you could + board with us, so that we could still have a home together.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll think it over, uncle, if there is no other way. But are you sure + Squire Sheldon won’t give you more time?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Jefferson. I surmise he wants the place himself. There’s talk of a + railroad from Sherborn, and that’ll raise the price of land right around + here. It’ll probably go right through the farm just south of the three + acre lot.” + </p> + <p> + “I see, Uncle Cyrus. You ought to have the benefit of the rise in value.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jefferson, it would probably rise enough to pay off the mortgage, + but its no use thinkin’ of it. The old farm has got to go.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know about that, Uncle Cyrus.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Jefferson, you haven’t money enough to lift the mortgage!” said the + old man, with faint hope. + </p> + <p> + “If I haven’t I may get it for you. Tell me just how much money is + required.” + </p> + <p> + “Thirteen hundred dollars, includin’ interest.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you have heard that I have a boy with me—a boy from New + York, named Rodney Ropes. He has money, and perhaps I might get him to + advance the sum you want.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jefferson, if you only could!” exclaimed Aunt Nancy, clasping her + thin hands. “It would make us very happy.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll see Rodney tonight and come over tomorrow morning and tell you what + he says. On account of the railroad I shall tell him that it is a good + investment. I suppose you will be willing to mortgage the farm to him for + the same money that he pays to lift the present mortgage?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jefferson, I’ll be willin’ and glad. It’ll lift a great burden from + my shoulders. I’ve been worryin’ at the sorrow I’ve brought upon poor + Nancy, for she had nothing to do with my foolish actions. I was old enough + to know better, Jefferson, and I’m ashamed of what I did.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Uncle Cyrus, I’ll do what I can for you. Now let us forget all + about your troubles and talk over the village news. You know I’ve been + away for four years, and I haven’t had any stiddy correspondence, so a + good deal must have happened that I don’t know anything about. I hear + Frank Dobson has prospered?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Frank’s pretty forehanded. He’s got a good economical wife, and + they’ve laid away five or six hundred dollars in the savings bank.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of it. Frank is a good fellow. If it hadn’t been for him I + couldn’t have gone to Montana. When he lent me the money everybody said + he’d lose it, but I was bound to pay it if I had to live on one meal a + day. He was the only man in town who believed in me at that time.” + </p> + <p> + “You was a littless shif’less, Jefferson. You can’t blame people. I wasn’t + quite sure myself how you’d get along.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt you are right, Uncle Cyrus. It did me good to leave town. I + didn’t drink, but I had no ambition. When a man goes to a new country it’s + apt to make a new man of him. That was the case with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you goin’ back again, Jefferson?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, uncle. I’m going to stay round here long enough to fix up your + affairs and get you out of your trouble. Then I’ll go back to the West. I + have a little mining interest there and I can make more money there than I + can here.” + </p> + <p> + “If you can get me out of my trouble, Jefferson, I’ll never forget it. + Nancy and I have been so worried that we couldn’t sleep nights, but now + I’m beginnin’ to be a little more cheerful.” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson Pettigrew spent another hour at his uncle’s house, and then went + back to the tavern, where he found Rodney waiting for him. He explained + briefly the part he wished his boy friend to take in his plan for + relieving his uncle. + </p> + <p> + “I shall be receiving credit to which I am not entitled,” said Rodney. + “Still, if it will oblige you I am willing to play the part of the boy + capitalist.” + </p> + <p> + The next morning after breakfast the two friends walked over to the house + of Cyrus Hooper. Aunt Nancy came to the door and gave them a cordial + welcome. + </p> + <p> + “Cyrus is over at the barn, Jefferson,” she said. “I’ll ring the bell and + he’ll come in.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Aunt Nancy, I’ll go out and let him know I am here.” + </p> + <p> + Presently Cyrus Hooper came in, accompanied by Jefferson. + </p> + <p> + “Uncle Cyrus,” said the miner, “let me introduce you to my friend Rodney + Ropes, of New York.” + </p> + <p> + “I’m glad to see you,” said Cyrus heartily. “I’m glad to see any friend of + Jefferson’s.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir. I am pleased to meet you.” + </p> + <p> + “Jefferson says you are goin’ to Montany with him.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope to do so. I am sure I shall enjoy myself in his company.” + </p> + <p> + “How far is Montany, Jefferson?” + </p> + <p> + “It is over two thousand miles away, Uncle Cyrus.” + </p> + <p> + “It must be almost at the end of the world. I don’t see how you can feel + at home so far away from Vermont.” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson smiled. + </p> + <p> + “I can content myself wherever I can make a good living,” he said. + “Wouldn’t you like to go out and make me a visit?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Jefferson, I should feel that it was temptin’ Providence to go so far + at my age.” + </p> + <p> + “You never were very far from Burton, Uncle Cyrus?” + </p> + <p> + “I went to Montpelier once,” answered the old man with evident pride. “It + is a nice sizable place. I stopped at the tavern, and had a good time.” + </p> + <p> + It was the only journey the old man had ever made, and he would never + forget it. + </p> + <p> + “Uncle Cyrus,” said Jefferson, “this is the young man who I thought might + advance you money on a new mortgage. Suppose we invite him to go over the + farm, and take a look at it so as to see what he thinks of the + investment.” + </p> + <p> + “Sartain, Jefferson, sartain! I do hope Mr. Ropes you’ll look favorable on + the investment. It is Jefferson’s idea, but it would be doin’ me a great + favor.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Pettigrew will explain the advantages of the farm as we go along,” + said Rodney. + </p> + <p> + So they walked from field to field, Jefferson expatiating to his young + friend upon the merits of the investment, Rodney asking questions now and + then to carry out his part of the shrewd and careful boy capitalist. + </p> + <p> + When they had made a tour of the farm Jefferson said: “Well, Rodney, what + do you think of the investment?” + </p> + <p> + “I am satisfied with it,” answered Rodney. “Mr. Hooper, I will advance you + the money on the conditions mentioned by my friend, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + Tears of joy came into the eyes of Cyrus Hooper and his worn face showed + relief. + </p> + <p> + “I am very grateful, young man,” he said. “I will see that you don’t + regret your kindness.” + </p> + <p> + “When will Squire Sheldon be over to settle matters, Uncle Cyrus?” asked + Jefferson. + </p> + <p> + “He is comin’ this afternoon at two o’clock.” + </p> + <p> + “Then Rodney and I will be over to take part in the business.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. + </h2> + <p> + THE FAILURE OF SQUIRE SHELDON’S PLOT. + </p> + <p> + On the morning of the same day Squire Sheldon sat in his study when the + servant came in and brought a card. + </p> + <p> + “It’s a gentleman thats come to see you, sir,” she said. + </p> + <p> + Lemuel Sheldon’s eye brightened when he saw the name, for it was that of a + railroad man who was interested in the proposed road from Sherborn. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you, Mr. Caldwell,” he said cordially, rising to receive + his guest. “What is the prospect as regards the railroad?” + </p> + <p> + “I look upon it as a certainty,” answered Enoch Caldwell, a grave, portly + man of fifty. + </p> + <p> + “And it is sure to pass through our town?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I look upon that as definitely decided.” + </p> + <p> + “The next question is as to the route it will take,” went on the squire. + “Upon that point I should like to offer a few suggestions.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to receive them. In fact, I may say that my report will + probably be accepted, and I shall be glad to consult you.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. I appreciate the compliment you pay me, and, though I say it, + I don’t think you could find any one more thoroughly conversant with the + lay of the land and the most advisable route to follow. If you will put on + your hat we will go out together and I will give you my views.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to do so.” + </p> + <p> + The two gentlemen took a leisurely walk through the village, going by + Cyrus Hooper’s house on the way. + </p> + <p> + “In my view,” said the squire, “the road should go directly through this + farm a little to the north of the house.” + </p> + <p> + The squire proceeded to explain his reasons for the route he recommended. + </p> + <p> + “To whom does the farm belong?” asked Caldwell, with a shrewd glance at + the squire. + </p> + <p> + “To an old man named Cyrus Hooper.” + </p> + <p> + “Ahem! Perhaps he would be opposed to the road passing so near his house.” + </p> + <p> + “I apprehend that he will not have to be consulted,” said the squire with + a crafty smile. + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I hold a mortgage on the farm which I propose to foreclose this + afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “I see. So that you will be considerably benefited by the road.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, to a moderate extent.” + </p> + <p> + “But if a different course should be selected, how then?” + </p> + <p> + “If the road goes through the farm I would be willing to give a quarter of + the damages awarded to me to—you understand?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I do. After all it seems the most natural route.” + </p> + <p> + “I think there can be no doubt on that point. Of course the corporation + will be willing to pay a reasonable sum for land taken.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I can promise that, as I shall have an important voice in the + matter.” + </p> + <p> + “I see you are a thorough business man,” said the squire. “I hold that it + is always best to pursue a liberal policy.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite so. You have no doubt of obtaining the farm?” + </p> + <p> + “Not the slightest.” + </p> + <p> + “But suppose the present owner meets the mortgage?” + </p> + <p> + “He can’t. He is a poor man, and he has no moneyed friends. I confess I + was a little afraid that a nephew of his just returned from Montana might + be able to help him, but I learn that he has only brought home five + hundred dollars while the mortgage, including interest, calls for thirteen + hundred.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you appear to be safe. When did you say the matter would be + settled?” + </p> + <p> + “This afternoon at two o’clock. You had better stay over and take supper + with me. I shall be prepared to talk with you at that time.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well.” + </p> + <p> + From a window of the farmhouse Cyrus Hooper saw Squire Sheldon and his + guest walking by the farm, and noticed the interest which they seemed to + feel in it. But for the assurance which he had received of help to pay the + mortgage he would have felt despondent, for he guessed the subject of + their conversation. As it was, he felt an excusable satisfaction in the + certain defeat of the squire’s hopes of gain. + </p> + <p> + “It seems that the more a man has the more he wants, Jefferson,” he said + to his nephew. “The squire is a rich man—the richest man in Burton—but + he wants to take from me the little property that I have.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s the way of the world, Uncle Cyrus. In this case the squire is safe + to be disappointed, thanks to my young friend, Rodney.” + </p> + <p> + “Its lucky for me, Jefferson, that you came home just the time you did. If + you had come a week later it would have been too late.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you don’t think the squire would have relented?” + </p> + <p> + “I know he wouldn’t. I went over a short time since and had a talk with + him on the subject. I found he was sot on gettin’ the farm into his own + hands.” + </p> + <p> + “If he were willing to pay a fair value it wouldn’t be so bad.” + </p> + <p> + “He wasn’t. He wanted to get it as cheap as he could.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” said Jefferson Pettigrew reflectively, “whether I shall be as + hard and selfish if ever I get rich.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t believe you will, Jefferson. I don’t believe you will. It doesn’t + run in the blood.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope not Uncle Cyrus. How long have you known the squire?” + </p> + <p> + “Forty years, Jefferson. He is about ten years younger than I am. I was a + young man when he was a boy.” + </p> + <p> + “And you attend the same church?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “And still he is willing to take advantage of you and reduce you to + poverty. I don’t see much religion in that.” + </p> + <p> + “When a man’s interest is concerned religion has to stand to one side with + some people.” + </p> + <p> + It was in a pleasant frame of mind that Squire Sheldon left his house and + walked over to the farmhouse which he hoped to own. He had decided to + offer eighteen hundred dollars for the farm, which would be five hundred + over and above the face of the mortgage with the interest added. + </p> + <p> + This of itelf would give him an excellent profit, but he expected also, as + we know, to drive a stiff bargain with the new railroad company, for such + land as they would require to use. + </p> + <p> + “Stay here till I come back, Mr. Caldwell,” he said. “I apprehend it won’t + take me long to get through my business.” + </p> + <p> + Squire Sheldon knocked at the door of the farmhouse, which was opened to + him by Nancy Hooper. + </p> + <p> + “Walk in, squire,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Is your husband at home, Mrs. Hooper?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he is waiting for you.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hooper led the way into the sitting room, where her husband was + sitting in a rocking chair. + </p> + <p> + “Good afternoon, Mr. Hooper,” said the squire. “I hope I see you well.” + </p> + <p> + “As well as I expect to be. I’m gettin’ to be an old man.” + </p> + <p> + “We must all grow old,” said the squire vaguely. + </p> + <p> + “And sometimes a man’s latter years are his most sorrowful years.” + </p> + <p> + “That means that he can’t pay the mortgage,” thought Squire Sheldon. + </p> + <p> + “Well, ahem! Yes, it does sometimes happen so,” he said aloud. + </p> + <p> + “Still if a man’s friends stand by him, that brings him some comfort.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you know what I’ve come about, Mr. Hooper,” said the squire, + anxious to bring his business to a conclusion. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose it’s about the mortgage.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, its about the mortgage.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you be willing to extend it another year?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought,” said the squire, frowning, “I had given you to understand + that I cannot do this. You owe me a large sum in accrued interest.” + </p> + <p> + “But if I make shift to pay this?” + </p> + <p> + “I should say the same. It may as well come first as last. You can’t hold + the place, and there is no chance of your being better off by waiting.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand that the new railroad might go through my farm. That would + put me on my feet.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no certainty that the road will ever be built. Even if it were, + it would not be likely to cross your farm.” + </p> + <p> + “I see, Squire Sheldon, you are bound to have the place.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no need to put it that way, Mr. Hooper. I lent you money on + mortgage. You can’t pay the mortgage, and of course I foreclose. However, + I will buy the farm and allow you eighteen hundred dollars for it. That + will give you five hundred dollars over and above the money you owe me.” + </p> + <p> + “The farm is worth three thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense, Mr. Hooper. Still if you get an offer of that sum TODAY I will + advise you to sell.” + </p> + <p> + “I certainly won’t take eighteen hundred.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t? Then I shall foreclose, and you may have to take less.” + </p> + <p> + “Then there is only one thing to do.” + </p> + <p> + “As you say, there is only one thing to do.” + </p> + <p> + “And that is, to pay off the mortgage and clear the farm.” + </p> + <p> + “You can’t do it!” exclaimed the squire uneasily. + </p> + <p> + Cyrus Hooper’s only answer was to call “Jefferson.” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson Pettigrew entered the room, followed by Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “What does this mean?” asked the squire. + </p> + <p> + “It means, Squire Sheldon,” said Mr. Pettigrew, “that you won’t turn my + uncle out of his farm this time. My young friend, Rodney Ropes, has + advanced Uncle Cyrus money enough to pay off the mortgage.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t take a check,” said the squire hastily. + </p> + <p> + “You would have to if we insisted upon it, but I have the money here in + bills. Give me a release and surrender the mortgage, and you shall have + your money.” + </p> + <p> + It was with a crestfallen look that Squire Sheldon left the farmhouse, + though his pockets were full of money. + </p> + <p> + “It’s all up,” he said to his friend Caldwell in a hollow voice. “They + have paid the mortgage.” + </p> + <p> + After all the railway did cross the farm, and Uncle Cyrus was paid two + thousand dollars for the right of way, much to the disappointment of his + disinterested friend Lemuel Sheldon, who felt that this sum ought to have + gone into his own pocket. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. + </h2> + <p> + A MINISTER’S GOOD FORTUNE. + </p> + <p> + “I have another call to make, Rodney,” said Mr. Pettigrew, as they were on + their way back to the hotel, “and I want you to go with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to accompany you anywhere, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “You remember I told you of the old minister whose church I attended as a + boy. He has never received but four hundred dollars a year, yet he has + managed to rear a family, but has been obliged to use the strictest + economy.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I remember.” + </p> + <p> + “I am going to call on him, and I shall take the opportunity to make him a + handsome present. It will surprise him, and I think it will be the first + present of any size that he has received in his pastorate of over forty + years. + </p> + <p> + “There he lives!” continued Jefferson, pointing out a very modest cottage + on the left hand side of the road. + </p> + <p> + It needed painting badly, but it looked quite as well as the minister who + came to the door in a ragged dressing gown. He was venerable looking, for + his hair was quite white, though he was only sixty five years old. But + worldly cares which had come upon him from the difficulty of getting along + on his scanty salary had whitened his hair and deepened the wrinkles on + his kindly face. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you, Jefferson,” he said, his face lighting up with + pleasure. “I heard you were in town and I hoped you wouldn’t fail to call + upon me.” + </p> + <p> + “I was sure to call, for you were always a good friend to me as well as + many others.” + </p> + <p> + “I always looked upon you as one of my boys, Jefferson. I hear that you + have been doing well.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Mr. Canfield. I have done better than I have let people know.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you been to see your uncle? Poor man, he is in trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “He is no longer in trouble. The mortgage is paid off, and as far as + Squire Sheldon is concerned he is independent.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, that is good news,” said the old minister with beaming face. “You + must surely have done well if you could furnish money enough to clear the + farm. It was over a thousand dollars, wasn’t it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, thirteen hundred. My young friend, Rodney Ropes, and myself managed + it between us.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you, Mr. Ropes. Come in both of you. Mrs. Canfield will + be glad to welcome you.” + </p> + <p> + They followed him into the sitting room, the floor of which was covered by + an old and faded carpet. The furniture was of the plainest description. + But it looked pleasant and homelike, and the papers and books that were + scattered about made it more attractive to a visitor than many showy city + drawing rooms. + </p> + <p> + “And how are all your children, Mr. Canfield?” asked Jefferson. + </p> + <p> + “Maria is married to a worthy young man in the next town. Benjamin is + employed in a book store, and Austin wants to go to college, but I don’t + see any way to send him, poor boy!” and the minister sighed softly. + </p> + <p> + “Does it cost much to keep a boy in college?” + </p> + <p> + “Not so much as might be supposed. There are beneficiary funds for + deserving students, and then there is teaching to eke out a poor young + man’s income, so that I don’t think it would cost over a hundred and fifty + dollars a year.” + </p> + <p> + “That isn’t a large sum.” + </p> + <p> + “Not in itelf, but you know, Jefferson, my salary is only four hundred + dollars a year. It would take nearly half my income, so I think Austin + will have to give up his hopes of going to college and follow in his + brother’s steps.” + </p> + <p> + “How old is Austin now?” + </p> + <p> + “He is eighteen.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he ready for college?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he could enter at the next commencement but for the financial + problem.” + </p> + <p> + “I never had any taste for college, or study, as you know, Mr. Canfield. + It is different with my friend Rodney, who is a Latin and Greek scholar.” + </p> + <p> + The minister regarded Rodney with new interest. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think of going to college, Mr. Ropes?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Not at present. I am going back to Montana with Mr. Pettigrew. Perhaps he + and I will both go to college next year.” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me,” said Jefferson Pettigrew. “Latin and Greek ain’t in my line. + I should make a good deal better miner than minister.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not desirable that all should become ministers or go to college,” + said Mr. Canfield. “I suspect from what I know of you, Jefferson, that you + judge yourself correctly. How long shall you stay in Burton?” + </p> + <p> + “I expect to go away tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Your visit is a brief one.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I intended to stay longer, but I begin to be homesick after the + West.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you expect to make your permanent home there?” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t tell as to that. For the present I can do better there than + here.” + </p> + <p> + The conversation lasted for some time. Then Jefferson Pettigrew rose to + go. + </p> + <p> + “Won’t you call again, Jefferson?” asked the minister hospitably. + </p> + <p> + “I shall not have time, but before I go I want to make you a small + present,” and he put into the hands of the astonished minister four fifty + dollar bills. + </p> + <p> + “Two hundred dollars!” ejaculated the minister. “Why, I heard you only + brought home a few hundred.” + </p> + <p> + “I prefer to leave that impression. To you I will say that I am worth a + great deal more than that.” + </p> + <p> + “But you mustn’t give me so much. I am sure you are too generous for your + own interest. Why, it’s munificent, princely.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be troubled about me. I can spare it. Send your boy to college, and + next year I will send you another sum equally large.” + </p> + <p> + “How can I thank you, Jefferson?” said Mr. Canfield, the tears coming into + his eyes. “Never in forty years have I had such a gift.” + </p> + <p> + “Not even from Squire Sheldon?” + </p> + <p> + “The squire is not in the habit of bestowing gifts, but he pays a large + parish tax. May I—am I at liberty to say from whom I received this + liberal donation?” + </p> + <p> + “Please don’t! You can say that you have had a gift from a friend.” + </p> + <p> + “You have made me very happy, Jefferson. Your own conscience will reward + you.” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson Pettigrew changed the subject, for it embarrassed him to be + thanked. + </p> + <p> + “That pays me for hard work and privation,” he said to Rodney as they + walked back to the tavern. “After all there is a great pleasure in making + others happy.” + </p> + <p> + “Squire Sheldon hadn’t found that out.” + </p> + <p> + “And he never will.” + </p> + <p> + On the way they met the gentleman of whom they had been speaking. He bowed + stiffly, for he could not feel cordial to those whom had snatched from him + the house for which he had been scheming so long. + </p> + <p> + “Squire Sheldon,” said Jefferson, “you were kind enough to invite Rodney + and myself to supper some evening. I am sorry to say that we must decline, + as we leave Burton tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Use your own pleasure, Mr. Pettigrew,” said the squire coldly. + </p> + <p> + “It doesn’t seem to disappoint the squire very much,” remarked Jefferson, + laughing, when the great man of the village had passed on. + </p> + <p> + “It certainly is no disappointment to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor to me. The little time I have left I can use more pleasantly than in + going to see the squire. I have promised to supper at my uncle’s tonight—that + is, I have promised for both of us.” + </p> + <p> + Returning to New York, Jefferson and Rodney set about getting ready for + their Western journey. Rodney gave some of his wardrobe to Mike Flynn, and + bought some plain suits suitable for his new home. + </p> + <p> + While walking on Broadway the day before the one fixed for his departure + he fell in with Jasper Redwood. + </p> + <p> + “Have you got a place yet Ropes?” asked Jasper. + </p> + <p> + “I am not looking for any.” + </p> + <p> + “How is that?” asked Jasper in some surprise. + </p> + <p> + “I am going to leave the city.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a good idea. All cannot succeed in the city. You may find a + chance to work on a farm in the country.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t say I was going to the country.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going, then?” + </p> + <p> + “To Montana.” + </p> + <p> + “Isn’t that a good way off?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you going to do there?” + </p> + <p> + “I may go to mining.” + </p> + <p> + “But how can you afford to go so far?” + </p> + <p> + “Really, Jasper, you show considerable curiosity about my affairs. I have + money enough to buy my ticket, and I think I can find work when I get out + there.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me a crazy idea.” + </p> + <p> + “It might be—for you.” + </p> + <p> + “And why for me?” asked Jasper suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + “Because you might not be willing to rough it as I am prepared to do.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess you are right. I have always been used to living like a + gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will always be able to do so. Now I must bid you good by, as I + am busy getting ready for my journey.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper looked after Rodney, not without perplexity. + </p> + <p> + “I can’t make out that boy,” he said. “So he is going to be a common + miner! Well, that may suit him, but it wouldn’t suit me. There is no + chance now of his interfering with me, so I am glad he is going to leave + the city.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. + </h2> + <p> + A MINING TOWN IN MONTANA. + </p> + <p> + The scene changes. + </p> + <p> + Three weeks later among the miners who were sitting on the narrow veranda + of the “Miners’ Rest” in Oreville in Montana we recognize two familiar + faces and figures—those of Jefferson Pettigrew and Rodney Ropes. + Both were roughly clad, and if Jasper could have seen Rodney he would have + turned up his nose in scorn, for Rodney had all the look of a common + miner. + </p> + <p> + It was in Oreville that Mr. Pettigrew had a valuable mining property, on + which he employed quite a number of men who preferred certain wages to a + compensation depending on the fluctuations of fortune. Rodney was among + those employed, but although he was well paid he could not get to like the + work. Of this, however, he said nothing to Mr. Pettigrew whose company he + enjoyed, and whom he held in high esteem. + </p> + <p> + On the evening in question Jefferson rose from his seat and signed to + Rodney to follow him. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Rodney, how do you like Montana?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Well enough to be glad I came here,” answered Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Still you are not partial to the work of a miner!” + </p> + <p> + “I can think of other things I would prefer to do.” + </p> + <p> + “How would you like keeping a hotel?” + </p> + <p> + “Is there any hotel in search of a manager?” asked Rodney smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I will explain. Yesterday I bought the ‘Miners’ Rest.’” + </p> + <p> + “What—the hotel where we board?” + </p> + <p> + “Exactly. I found that Mr. Bailey, who has made a comfortable sum of + money, wants to leave Montana and go East and I bought the hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “So that hereafter I shall board with you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not exactly. I propose to put you in charge, and pay you a salary. I can + oversee, and give you instructions. How will that suit you?” + </p> + <p> + “So you think I am competent, Mr. Pettigrew?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I think so. There is a good man cook, and two waiters. The cook will + also order supplies and act as steward under you.” + </p> + <p> + “What then will be my duties?” + </p> + <p> + “You will act as clerk and cashier, and pay the bills. You will have to + look after all the details of management. If there is anything you don’t + understand you will have me to back you up, and advise you. What do you + say?” + </p> + <p> + “That I shall like it much better than mining. My only doubt is as to + whether I shall suit you.” + </p> + <p> + “It is true that it takes a smart man to run a hotel, but I think we can + do it between us. Now what will you consider a fair salary?” + </p> + <p> + “I leave that to you, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we will call it a hundred and fifty dollars a month and board.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Mr. Pettigrew,” said Rodney in surprise, “how can I possibly earn + that much?” + </p> + <p> + “You know we charge big prices, and have about fifty steady boarders. I + expect to make considerable money after deducting all the expenses of + management.” + </p> + <p> + “My friend Jasper would be very much surprised if he could know the salary + I am to receive. In the store I was only paid seven dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “The duties were different. Almost any boy could discharge the duties of + an entry clerk while it takes peculiar qualities to run a hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “I was certainly very fortunate to fall in with you, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect it will turn out fortunate for me too, Rodney.” + </p> + <p> + “When do you want me to start in?” + </p> + <p> + “Next Monday morning. It is now Thursday evening. Mr. Bailey will turn + over the hotel to me on Saturday night. You needn’t go to the mines + tomorrow, but may remain in the hotel, and he will instruct you in the + details of management.” + </p> + <p> + “That will be quite a help to me, and I am at present quite ignorant on + the subject.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney looked forward with pleasure to his new employment. He had good + executive talent, though thus far he had had no occasion to exercise it. + It was with unusual interest that he set about qualifying himself for his + new position. + </p> + <p> + “Young man,” said the veteran landlord, “I think you’ll do. I thought at + first that Jefferson was foolish to put a young boy in my place, but + you’ve got a head on your shoulders, you have! I guess you’ll fill the + bill.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope to do so, Mr. Bailey.” + </p> + <p> + “Jefferson tells me that you understand Latin and Greek?” + </p> + <p> + “I know something of them.” + </p> + <p> + “Thats what prejudiced me against you. I hired a college boy once as a + clerk and he was the worst failure I ever came across. He seemed to have + all kinds of sense except common sense. I reckon he was a smart scholar, + and he could have made out the bills for the boarders in Latin or Greek if + it had been necessary, but he was that soft that any one could cheat him. + Things got so mixed up in the department that I had to turn him adrift in + a couple of weeks. I surmised you might be the same sort of a chap. If you + were it would be a bad lookout for Jefferson.” + </p> + <p> + In Oreville Mr. Pettigrew was so well known that nearly everyone called + him by his first name. Mr. Pettigrew did not care about this as he had no + false pride or artificial dignity. + </p> + <p> + “Do you consider this hotel a good property, Mr. Bailey?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll tell you this much. I started here four years ago, and I’ve made + fifty thousand dollars which I shall take back with me to New Hampshire.” + </p> + <p> + “That certainly is satisfactory.” + </p> + <p> + “I shouldn’t wonder if you could improve upon it.” + </p> + <p> + “How does it happen that you sell out such a valuable property, Mr. + Bailey? Are you tired of making money?” + </p> + <p> + “No, but I must tell you that there’s a girl waiting for me at home, an + old schoolmate, who will become Mrs. Bailey as soon as possible after I + get back. If she would come out here I wouldn’t sell, but she has a mother + that she wouldn’t leave, and so I must go to her.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a good reason, Mr. Bailey.” + </p> + <p> + “Besides with fifty thousand dollars I can live as well as I want to in + New Hampshire, and hold up my head with the best. You will follow my + example some day.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be a long day first, Mr. Bailey, for I am only sixteen.” + </p> + <p> + On Monday morning the old landlord started for his Eastern home and Rodney + took his place. It took him some little time to become familiar with all + the details of hotel management, but he spared no pains to insure success. + He had some trouble at first with the cook who presumed upon his position + and Rodney’s supposed ignorance to run things as he chose. + </p> + <p> + Rodney complained to Mr. Pettigrew. + </p> + <p> + “I think I can fix things, Rodney,” he said. “There’s a man working for me + who used to be cook in a restaurant in New York. I found out about him + quietly, for I wanted to be prepared for emergencies. The next time Gordon + act contrary and threatens to leave, tell him he can do as he pleases. + Then report to me.” + </p> + <p> + The next day there came another conflict of authority. + </p> + <p> + “If you don’t like the way I manage you can get somebody else,” said the + cook triumphantly. “Perhaps you’d like to cook the dinner yourself. You’re + nothing but a boy, and I don’t see what Jefferson was thinking of to put + you in charge.” + </p> + <p> + “That is his business, Mr. Gordon.” + </p> + <p> + “I advise you not to interfere with me, for I won’t stand it.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn’t you talk in this way to Mr. Bailey?” + </p> + <p> + “That’s neither here nor there. He wasn’t a boy for one thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you propose to have your own way, Mr. Gordon?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, then you can leave me at the end of this week.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” exclaimed the cook in profound astonishment. “Are you going + crazy?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I know what I am about.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you intend to cook yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I don’t. That would close up the hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here, young feller, you’re gettin’ too independent! I’ve a great + mind to leave you tonight.” + </p> + <p> + “You can do so if you want to,” said Rodney indifferently. + </p> + <p> + “Then I will!” retorted Gordon angrily, bringing down his fist upon the + table in vigorous emphasis. + </p> + <p> + Oreville was fifty miles from Helena, and that was the nearest point, as + he supposed, where a new cook could be obtained. + </p> + <p> + After supper Rodney told Jefferson Pettigrew what had happened. + </p> + <p> + “Have I done right?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; we can’t have any insubordination here. There can’t be two heads of + one establishment. Send Gordon to me.” + </p> + <p> + The cook with a defiant look answered the summons. + </p> + <p> + “I understand you want to leave, Gordon,” said Jefferson Pettigrew. + </p> + <p> + “That depends. I ain’t goin’ to have no boy dictatin’ to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you insist upon having your own way without interference.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, I accept your resignation. Do you wish to wait till the end of + the week, or to leave tonight?” + </p> + <p> + “I want to give it up tonight.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, go to Rodney and he will pay you what is due you.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you goin’ to get along without a cook?” inquired Gordon in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you going to do, then?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall employ Parker in your place.” + </p> + <p> + “What does he know about cookin’?” + </p> + <p> + “He ran a restaurant in New York for five years, the first part of the + time having charge of the cooking. We shan’t suffer even if you do leave + us.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I will stay,” said Gordon in a submissive tone. + </p> + <p> + “It is too late. You have discharged yourself. You can’t stay here on any + terms.” + </p> + <p> + Gordon left Oreville the next day a sorely disappointed man, for he had + received more liberal pay than he was likely to command elsewhere. The + young landlord had triumphed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. + </h2> + <p> + THE MYSTERIOUS ROBBERY. + </p> + <p> + At the end of a month Jefferson Pettigrew said: “I’ve been looking over + the books, Rodney, and I find the business is better than I expected. How + much did I agree to pay you?” + </p> + <p> + “A hundred and fifty dollars a month, but if you think that it is too much——” + </p> + <p> + “Too much? Why I am going to advance you to two hundred and fifty.” + </p> + <p> + “You can’t be in earnest, Mr. Pettigrew?” + </p> + <p> + “I am entirely so.” + </p> + <p> + “That is at the rate of three thousand dollars a year!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but you are earning it.” + </p> + <p> + “You know I am only a boy.” + </p> + <p> + “That doesn’t make any difference as long as you understand your + business.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very grateful to you, Mr. Pettigrew. My, I can save two hundred + dollars a month.” + </p> + <p> + “Do so, and I will find you a paying investment for the money.” + </p> + <p> + “What would Jasper say to my luck?” thought Rodney. + </p> + <p> + Three months passed without any incident worth recording. One afternoon a + tall man wearing a high hat and a Prince Albert coat with a paste diamond + of large size in his shirt bosom entered the public room of the Miners’ + Rest and walking up to the bar prepared to register his name. As he stood + with his pen in his hand Rodney recognized him not without amazement. + </p> + <p> + It was Louis Wheeler—the railroad thief, whom he had last seen in + New York. + </p> + <p> + As for Wheeler he had not taken any notice of the young clerk, not + suspecting that it was an old acquaintance who was familiar with his real + character. + </p> + <p> + “Have you just arrived in Montana, Mr. Wheeler?” asked Rodney quietly. + </p> + <p> + As Rodney had not had an opportunity to examine his signature in the + register Wheeler looked up in quiet surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know me?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; don’t you know me?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll be blowed if it isn’t the kid,” ejaculated Wheeler. + </p> + <p> + “As I run this hotel, I don’t care to be called a kid.” + </p> + <p> + “All right Mr.——” + </p> + <p> + “Ropes.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Ropes, you are the most extraordinary boy I ever met.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I?” + </p> + <p> + “Who would have thought of your turning up as a Montana landlord.” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn’t have thought of it myself four months ago. But what brings you + out here?” + </p> + <p> + “Business,” answered Wheeler in an important tone. + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to become a miner?” + </p> + <p> + “I may buy a mine if I find one to suit me.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you seem to be prospering.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you give me a good room?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but I must ask a week’s advance payment.” + </p> + <p> + “How much?” + </p> + <p> + “Twenty five dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “All right. Here’s the money.” + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler pulled out a well filled wallet and handed over two ten + dollar bills and a five. + </p> + <p> + “Is that satisfactory?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Quite so. You seem better provided with money than when I saw you last.” + </p> + <p> + “True. I was then in temporary difficulty. But I made a good turn in + stocks and I am on my feet again.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney did not believe a word of this, but as long as Wheeler was able to + pay his board he had no good excuse for refusing him accommodation. + </p> + <p> + “That rascal here!” exclaimed Jefferson, when Rodney informed him of + Wheeler’s arrival. “Well, thats beat all! What has brought him out here?” + </p> + <p> + “Business, he says.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be the same kind of business that he had with me. He will bear + watching.” + </p> + <p> + “I agree with you, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler laid himself out to be social and agreeable, and made + himself quite popular with the other boarders at the hotel. As Jefferson + and Rodney said nothing about him, he was taken at his own valuation, and + it was reported that he was a heavy capitalist from Chicago who had come + to Montana to buy a mine. This theory received confirmation both from his + speech and actions. + </p> + <p> + On the following day he went about in Oreville and examined the mines. He + expressed his opinion freely in regard to what he saw, and priced one that + was for sale at fifty thousand dollars. + </p> + <p> + “I like this mine,” he said, “but I don’t know enough about it to make an + offer. If it comes up to my expectations I will try it.” + </p> + <p> + “He must have been robbing a bank,” observed Jefferson Pettigrew. + </p> + <p> + Nothing could exceed the cool assurance with which Wheeler greeted + Jefferson and recalled their meeting in New York. + </p> + <p> + “You misjudged me then, Mr. Pettigrew,” he said. “I believe upon my soul + you looked upon me as an adventurer—a confidence man.” + </p> + <p> + “You are not far from the truth, Mr. Wheeler,” answered Jefferson bluntly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I forgive you. Our acquaintance was brief and you judged from + superficial impressions.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so, Mr. Wheeler. Have you ever been West before?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “When you came to Oreville had you any idea that I was here?” + </p> + <p> + “No; if I had probably I should not have struck the town, as I knew that + you didn’t have a favorable opinion of me.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t make out much of that fellow, Rodney,” said Jefferson. “I can’t + understand his object in coming here.” + </p> + <p> + “He says he wants to buy a mine.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s all a pretext. He hasn’t money enough to buy a mine or a tenth + part of it.” + </p> + <p> + “He seems to have money.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he may have a few hundred dollars, but mark my words, he hasn’t the + slightest intention of buying a mine.” + </p> + <p> + “He has some object in view.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt! What it is is what I want to find out.” + </p> + <p> + There was another way in which Louis Wheeler made himself popular among + the miners of Oreville. He had a violin with him, and in the evening he + seated himself on the veranda and played popular tunes. + </p> + <p> + He had only a smattering in the way of musical training, but the airs he + played took better than classical music would have done. Even Jefferson + Pettigrew enjoyed listening to “Home, Sweet Home” and “The Last Rose of + Summer,” while the miners were captivated by merry dance tunes, which + served to enliven them after a long day’s work at the mines. + </p> + <p> + One day there was a sensation. A man named John O’Donnell came down stairs + from his room looking pale and agitated. + </p> + <p> + “Boys,” he said, “I have been robbed.” + </p> + <p> + Instantly all eyes were turned upon him. + </p> + <p> + “Of what have you been robbed, O’Donnell?” asked Jefferson. + </p> + <p> + “Of two hundred dollars in gold. I was going to send it home to my wife in + Connecticut next week.” + </p> + <p> + “When did you miss it?” + </p> + <p> + “Just now.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did you keep it?” + </p> + <p> + “In a box under my bed.” + </p> + <p> + “When do you think it was taken?” + </p> + <p> + “Last night.” + </p> + <p> + “What makes you think so?” + </p> + <p> + “I am a sound sleeper, and last night you know was very dark. I awoke with + a start, and seemed to hear footsteps. I looked towards the door, and saw + a form gliding from the room.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn’t you jump out of bed and seize the intruder whoever he was?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I was not sure but it was all a dream. I think now it was some + thief who had just robbed me.” + </p> + <p> + “I think so too. Could you make out anything of his appearance?” + </p> + <p> + “I could only see the outlines of his figure. He was a tall man. He must + have taken the money from under my bed.” + </p> + <p> + “Did any one know that you had money concealed there?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I ever mentioned it.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems we have a thief among us,” said Jefferson, and almost + unconsciously his glance rested on Louis Wheeler who was seated near John + O’Donnell, “what do you think, Mr. Wheeler?” + </p> + <p> + “I think you are right, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you any suggestion to make?” asked Jefferson. “Have you by chance + lost anything?” + </p> + <p> + “Not that I am aware of.” + </p> + <p> + “Is there any one else here who has been robbed?” + </p> + <p> + No one spoke. + </p> + <p> + “You asked me if I had any suggestions to make, Mr. Pettigrew,” said Louis + Wheeler after a pause. “I have. + </p> + <p> + “Our worthy friend Mr. O’Donnell has met with a serious loss. I move that + we who are his friends make it up to him. Here is my contribution,” and he + laid a five dollar bill on the table. + </p> + <p> + It was a happy suggestion and proved popular. Every one present came + forward, and tendered his contributions including Jefferson, who put down + twenty five dollars. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Wheeler gathered up the notes and gold and sweeping them to his hat + went forward and tendered them to John O’Donnell. + </p> + <p> + “Take this money, Mr. O’Donnell,” he said. “It is the free will offering + of your friends. I am sure I may say for them, as for myself, that it + gives us all pleasure to help a comrade in trouble.” + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler could have done nothing that would have so lifted him in the + estimation of the miners. + </p> + <p> + “And now,” he said, “as our friend is out of his trouble I will play you a + few tunes on my violin, and will end the day happily.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t make out that fellow, Rodney,” said Jefferson when they were + alone. “I believe he is the thief, but he has an immense amount of nerve.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. + </h2> + <p> + MR. WHEELER EXPLAINS. + </p> + <p> + Probably there was no one at the hotel who suspected Louis Wheeler of + being a thief except Rodney and Mr. Pettigrew. His action in starting a + contribution for John O’Donnell helped to make him popular. He was + establishing a reputation quite new to him, and it was this fact probably + that made him less prudent than he would otherwise have been. + </p> + <p> + As the loss had been made up, the boarders at the Miners’ Rest ceased to + talk of it. But Jefferson and his young assistant did not forget it. + </p> + <p> + “I am sure Wheeler is the thief, but I don’t know how to bring it home to + him,” said Jefferson one day, when alone with Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “You might search him.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but what good would that do? It might be found that he had money, + but one gold coin is like another and it would be impossible to identify + it as the stolen property. If O’Donnell had lost anything else except + money it would be different. I wish he would come to my chamber.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps he would if he thought you were a sound sleeper.” + </p> + <p> + “That is an idea. I think I can make use of it.”. + </p> + <p> + That evening when Wheeler was present Mr. Pettigrew managed to turn the + conversation to the subject of sleeping. + </p> + <p> + “I am a very sound sleeper,” he said. “I remember when I was at home + sleeping many a time through a severe thunder storm.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you sometimes wake up in the middle of the night?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Very seldom, if I am in good health.” + </p> + <p> + “Its different with me,” said another of the company. “A step on the floor + or the opening of the door will wake me up at any time.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad I am not so easily roused.” + </p> + <p> + “If I had a fish horn,” said Rodney, laughing, “I should be tempted to + come up in the night and give it a blast before your door.” + </p> + <p> + “That might wake me up,” said Mr. Pettigrew. “I wouldn’t advise you to try + it or the other boarders might get up an indignation meeting.” + </p> + <p> + The same evening Jefferson Pettigrew took out a bag of gold and carelessly + displayed it. + </p> + <p> + “Are you not afraid of being robbed, Mr. Pettigrew?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Oh no. I never was robbed in my life.” + </p> + <p> + “How much money have you there?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know exactly. Perhaps six hundred dollars,” said Pettigrew in an + indifferent tone. + </p> + <p> + Among those who listened to this conversation with interest was Louis + Wheeler. Rodney did not fail to see the covetous gleam of his eyes when + the gold was displayed. + </p> + <p> + The fact was, that Wheeler was getting short of cash and at the time he + took John O’Donnell’s money—for he was the thief—he had but + about twenty dollars left, and of this he contributed five to the relief + of the man he had robbed. + </p> + <p> + His theft realized him two hundred dollars, but this would not last him + long, as the expenses of living at the Miners’ Rest were considerable. He + was getting tired of Oreville, but wanted to secure some additional money + before he left it. The problem was whom to make his second victim. + </p> + <p> + It would not have occurred to him to rob Jefferson Pettigrew, of whom he + stood in wholesome fear, but for the admission that he was an unusually + sound sleeper; even then he would have felt uncertain whether it would + pay. But the display of the bag of money, and the statement that it + contained six hundred dollars in gold proved a tempting bait. + </p> + <p> + “If I can capture that bag of gold,” thought Wheeler, “I shall have enough + money to set me up in some new place. There won’t be much risk about it, + for Pettigrew sleeps like a top. I will venture it.” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson Pettigrew’s chamber was on the same floor as his own. It was the + third room from No. 17 which Mr. Wheeler occupied. + </p> + <p> + As a general thing the occupants of the Miners’ Rest went to bed early. + Mining is a fatiguing business, and those who follow it have little + difficulty in dropping off to sleep. The only persons who were not engaged + in this business were Louis Wheeler and Rodney Ropes. As a rule the hotel + was closed at half past ten and before this all were in bed and sleeping + soundly. + </p> + <p> + When Wheeler went to bed he said to himself, “This will probably be my + last night in this tavern. I will go from here to Helena, and if things + turn out right I may be able to make my stay there profitable. I shan’t + dare to stay here long after relieving Pettigrew of his bag of gold.” + </p> + <p> + Unlike Jefferson Pettigrew, Wheeler was a light sleeper. He had done + nothing to induce fatigue, and had no difficulty in keeping awake till + half past eleven. Then lighting a candle, he examined his watch, and + ascertained the time. + </p> + <p> + “It will be safe enough now,” he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + He rose from his bed, and drew on his trousers. Then in his stocking feet + he walked along the corridor till he stood in front of Jefferson + Pettigrew’s door. He was in doubt as to whether he would not be obliged to + pick the lock, but on trying the door he found that it was not fastened. + He opened it and stood within the chamber. + </p> + <p> + Cautiously he glanced at the bed. Mr. Pettigrew appeared to be sleeping + soundly. + </p> + <p> + “It’s all right,” thought Louis Wheeler. “Now where is the bag of gold?” + </p> + <p> + It was not in open view, but a little search showed that the owner had put + it under the bed. + </p> + <p> + “He isn’t very sharp,” thought Wheeler. “He is playing right into my + hands. Door unlocked, and bag of gold under the bed. He certainly is a + very unsuspicious man. However, that is all the better for me. Really + there isn’t much credit in stealing where all is made easy for you.” + </p> + <p> + There seemed to be nothing to do but to take the gold from its place of + deposit and carry it back to his own room. While there were a good many + lodgers in the hotel, there seemed to be little risk about this, as every + one was asleep. + </p> + <p> + Of course should the bag be found in his room that would betray him, but + Mr. Wheeler proposed to empty the gold coins into his gripsack, and throw + the bag out of the window into the back yard. + </p> + <p> + “Well, here goes!” said Wheeler cheerfully, as he lifted the bag, and + prepared to leave the chamber. But at this critical moment an unexpected + sound struck terror into his soul. It was the sound of a key being turned + in the lock. + </p> + <p> + Nervously Wheeler hastened to the door and tried it. It would not open. + Evidently it had been locked from the outside. What could it mean? + </p> + <p> + At the same time there was a series of knocks on the outside of the door. + It was the signal that had been agreed upon between Mr. Pettigrew and + Rodney. Jefferson had given his key to Rodney, who had remained up and on + the watch for Mr. Wheeler’s expected visit. He, too, was in his stocking + feet. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he saw Wheeler enter his friend’s chamber he stole up and + locked the door on the outide. Then when he heard the thief trying to open + the door he rained a shower of knocks on the panel. + </p> + <p> + Instantly Jefferson Pettigrew sprang out of bed and proceeded to act. + </p> + <p> + “What are you doing here?” he demanded, seizing Wheeler in his powerful + grasp. + </p> + <p> + “Where am I?” asked Wheeler in a tone of apparent bewilderment. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it’s you, Mr. Wheeler?” said Jefferson. “Don’t you know where you + are?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it is my friend, Mr. Pettigrew. Is it possible I am in your room?” + </p> + <p> + “It is very possible. Now tell me why you are here?” + </p> + <p> + “I am really ashamed to find myself in this strange position. It is not + the first time that I have got into trouble from walking in my sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you were walking in your sleep!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, friend Petttigrew. It has been a habit of mine since I was a boy. + But it seems very strange that I should have been led to your room. How + could I get in? Wasn’t the door locked?” + </p> + <p> + “It is locked now?” + </p> + <p> + “It is strange! I don’t understand it,” said Wheeler, passing his hand + over his forehead. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you understand why you have that bag of gold in your hand.” + </p> + <p> + “Can it be possible?” ejaculated Wheeler in well counterfeited surprise. + “I don’t know how to account for it.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I can. Rodney, unlock the door and come in.” + </p> + <p> + The key was turned in the lock, and Rodney entered with a lighted candle + in his hand. + </p> + <p> + “You see, Rodney, that I have a late visitor. You will notice also that my + bag of gold seems to have had an attraction for him.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ashamed. I don’t really know how to explain it except in this way. + When you displayed the gold last night it drew my attention and I must + have dreamed of it. It was this which drew me unconsciously to your door. + It is certainly an interesting fact in mental science.” + </p> + <p> + “It would have been a still more interesting fact if you had carried off + the gold.” + </p> + <p> + “I might even have done that in my unconsciousness, but of course I should + have discovered it tomorrow morning and would have returned it to you.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t feel by any means sure of that. Look here, Mr. Wheeler, if that + is your name, you can’t pull the wool over my eyes. You are a thief, + neither more nor less.” + </p> + <p> + “How can you misjudge me so, Mr. Pettigrew?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I know something of your past history. It is clear to me now that + you were the person that stole John O’Donnell’s money.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “It is useless to protest. How much of it have you left?” + </p> + <p> + Louis Wheeler was compelled to acknowledge the theft, and returned one + hundred dollars to Jefferson Pettigrew. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said Jefferson, “I advise you to leave the hotel at once. If the + boys find out that you are a thief you will stand a chance of being + lynched. Get out!” + </p> + <p> + The next morning Jefferson Pettigrew told the other boarders that Louis + Wheeler had had a sudden call East, and it was not for a week that he + revealed to them the real reason of Wheeler’s departure. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII. + </h2> + <p> + RODNEY FALLS INTO A TRAP. + </p> + <p> + Rodney had reason to be satisfied with his position as landlord of the + Miners’ Rest. His pay was large, and enabled him to put away a good sum + every month, but his hours were long and he was too closely confined for a + boy of his age. At the end of three months he showed this in his + appearance. His good friend Pettigrew saw it and said one day, “Rodney, + you are looking fagged out. You need a change.” + </p> + <p> + “Does that mean that you are going to discharge me?” asked Rodney, with a + smile. + </p> + <p> + “It means that I am going to give you a vacation.” + </p> + <p> + “But what can I do if I take a vacation? I should not like lounging around + Oreville with nothing to do.” + </p> + <p> + “Such a vacation would do you no good. I’ll tell you the plan I have for + you. I own a small mine in Babcock, about fifty miles north of Oreville. I + will send you up to examine it, and make a report to me. Can you ride on + horseback?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “That is well, for you will have to make your trip in that way. There are + no railroads in that direction, nor any other way of travel except on foot + or on horseback. A long ride like that with hours daily in the open air, + will do you good. What do you say to it?” + </p> + <p> + “I should like nothing better,” replied Rodney, with his eyes sparkling. + “Only, how will you get along without me?” + </p> + <p> + “I have a man in my employ at the mines who will do part of your work, and + I will have a general oversight of things. So you need not borrow any + trouble on that account. Do you think you can find your way?” + </p> + <p> + “Give me the general direction, and I will guarantee to do so. When shall + I start?” + </p> + <p> + “Day after tomorrow. That will give me one day for making arrangements.” + </p> + <p> + At nine the appointed morning Mr. Pettigrew’s own horse stood saddled at + the door, and Rodney in traveling costume with a small satchel in his + hand, mounted and rode away, waving a smiling farewell to his friend and + employer. + </p> + <p> + Rodney did not hurry, and so consumed two days and a half in reaching + Babcock. Here he was cordially received by the superintendent whom + Jefferson Pettigrew had placed in charge of the mine. Every facility was + afforded him to examine into the management of things and he found all + satisfactory. + </p> + <p> + This part of his journey, therefore, may be passed over. But his return + trip was destined to be more exciting. + </p> + <p> + Riding at an easy jog Rodney had got within fifteen miles of Oreville, + when there was an unexpected interruption. Two men started out from the + roadside, or rather from one side of the bridle path for there was no + road, and advanced to meet him with drawn revolvers. + </p> + <p> + “Halt there!” one of them exclaimed in a commanding tone. + </p> + <p> + Rodney drew bridle, and gazed at the two men in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want of me?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Dismount instantly!” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I? What right have you to interfere with my journey?” + </p> + <p> + “Might gives right,” said one of the men sententiously. “It will be best + for you to do as we bid you without too much back talk.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you—highwaymen?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “You’d better not talk too much. Get off that horse!” + </p> + <p> + Rodney saw that remonstrance was useless, and obeyed the order. + </p> + <p> + One of the men seized the horse by the bridle, and led him. + </p> + <p> + “Walk in front!” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going to take me?” asked Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “You will know in due time.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will let me go,” urged Rodney, beginning to be uneasy. “I am + expected home this evening, or at all event I want to get there.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt you do, but the Miners’ Rest will have to get along without you + for a while.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know me then?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; you are the boy clerk at the Miners’ Rest.” + </p> + <p> + “You both put up there about two weeks since,” said Rodney, examining + closely the faces of the two men. + </p> + <p> + “Right you are, kid!” + </p> + <p> + “What can you possibly want of me?” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be too curious. You will know in good time.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney remembered that the two men had remained at the hotel for a day and + night. They spent the day in wandering around Oreville. + </p> + <p> + He had supposed when they came that they were in search of employment, but + they had not applied for work and only seemed actuated by curiosity. What + could be their object in stopping him now he could not understand. + </p> + <p> + It would have been natural to suppose they wanted money, but they had not + asked for any as yet. He had about fifty dollars in his pocketbook and he + would gladly have given them this if it would have insured his release. + But not a word had been said about money. + </p> + <p> + They kept on their journey. Montana is a mountainous State, and they were + now in the hilly regions. They kept on for perhaps half an hour, gradually + getting upon higher ground, until they reached a precipitous hill composed + largely of rock. + </p> + <p> + Here the two men stopped as if they had reached their journey’s end. + </p> + <p> + One of them advanced to the side of the hill and unlocked a thick wooden + door which at first had failed to attract Rodney’s attention. The door + swung open, revealing a dark passage, cut partly through stone and partly + through earth. Inside on the floor was a bell of good size. + </p> + <p> + One of the men lifted the bell and rang it loudly. + </p> + <p> + “What does that mean?” thought Rodney, who felt more curious than + apprehensive. + </p> + <p> + He soon learned. + </p> + <p> + A curious looking negro, stunted in growth, for he was no taller than a + boy of ten, came out from the interior and stood at the entrance of the + cave, if such it was. His face was large and hideous, there was a hump on + his back, and his legs were not a match, one being shorter than the other, + so that as he walked, his motion was a curious one. He bent a scrutinizing + glance on Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Caesar, is dinner ready?” asked one of the men. + </p> + <p> + “No, massa, not yet.” + </p> + <p> + “Let it be ready then as soon as possible. But first lead the way. We are + coming in.” + </p> + <p> + He started ahead, leading the horse, for the entrance was high enough to + admit the passage of the animal. + </p> + <p> + “Push on!” said the other, signing to Rodney to precede him. + </p> + <p> + Rodney did so, knowing remonstrance to be useless. His curiosity was + excited. He wondered how long the passage was and whither it led. + </p> + <p> + The way was dark, but here and there in niches was a kerosene lamp that + faintly relieved the otherwise intense blackness. + </p> + <p> + “I have read about such places,” thought Rodney, “but I never expected to + get into one. The wonder is, that they should bring me here. I can’t + understand their object.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney followed his guide for perhaps two hundred and fifty feet when they + emerged into a large chamber of irregular shape, lighted by four large + lamps set on a square wooden table. There were two rude cots in one + corner, and it was here apparently that his guides made their home. + </p> + <p> + There was a large cooking stove in one part of the room, and an appetizing + odor showed that Caesar had the dinner under way. + </p> + <p> + Rodney looked about him in curiosity. He could not decide whether the cave + was natural or artificial. Probably it was a natural cave which had been + enlarged by the hand of man. + </p> + <p> + “Now hurry up the dinner, Caesar,” said one of the guides. “We are all + hungry.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, massa,” responded the obedient black. + </p> + <p> + Rodney felt hungry also, and hoped that he would have a share of the + dinner. Later he trusted to find out the object of his new acquaintances + in kidnaping him. + </p> + <p> + Dinner was soon ready. It was simple, but Rodney thoroughly enjoyed it. + </p> + <p> + During the meal silence prevailed. After it his new acquaintances produced + pipes and began to smoke. They offered Rodney a cigarette, but he declined + it. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t smoke,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Are you a Sunday school kid?” asked one in a sneering tone. + </p> + <p> + “Well, perhaps so.” + </p> + <p> + “How long have you lived at Oreville?” + </p> + <p> + “About four months.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is the head of the settlement there?” + </p> + <p> + “Jefferson Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “He is the moneyed man, is he?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he a friend of yours?” + </p> + <p> + “He is my best friend,” answered Rodney warmly. + </p> + <p> + “He thinks a good deal of you, then?” + </p> + <p> + “I think he does.” + </p> + <p> + “Where have you been—on a journey?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, to the town of Babcock.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he send you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “What interest has he there?” + </p> + <p> + “He is chief owner of a mine there.” + </p> + <p> + “Humph! I suppose you would like to know why we brought you here.” + </p> + <p> + “I would very much.” + </p> + <p> + “We propose to hold you for ransom.” + </p> + <p> + “But why should you? I am only a poor boy.” + </p> + <p> + “You are the friend of Jefferson Pettigrew. He is a rich man. If he wants + you back he must pay a round sum.” + </p> + <p> + It was all out now! These men were emulating a class of outlaws to be + found in large numbers in Italy and Sicily, and were trading upon human + sympathy and levying a tax upon human friendship. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII. + </h2> + <p> + UNDERGROUND. + </p> + <p> + Rodney realized his position. The alternative was not a pleasant one. + Either he must remain in the power of these men, or cost his friend Mr. + Pettigrew a large sum as ransom. There was little hope of changing the + determination of his captors, but he resolved to try what he could do. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Pettigrew is under no obligations to pay money out for me,” he said. + “I am not related to him, and have not yet known him six months.” + </p> + <p> + “That makes no difference. You are his friend, and he likes you.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the very reason why I should not wish him to lose money on my + account.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, very well! It will be bad for you is he doesn’t come to your help.” + </p> + <p> + “Why? What do you propose to do to me?” asked Rodney boldly. + </p> + <p> + “Better not ask!” was the significant reply. + </p> + <p> + “But I want to know. I want to realize my position.” + </p> + <p> + “The least that will happen to you is imprisonment in this cave for a term + of years.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I should like it but you would get tired of standing guard + over me.” + </p> + <p> + “We might, and in that case there is the other thing.” + </p> + <p> + “What other thing?” + </p> + <p> + “If we get tired of keeping you here, we shall make short work with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you murder me?” asked Rodney, horror struck, as he might well be, + for death seems terrible to a boy just on the threshold of life. + </p> + <p> + “We might be obliged to do so.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney looked in the faces of his captors, and he saw nothing to encourage + him. They looked like desperate men, who would stick at nothing to carry + out their designs. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see why you should get hold of me,” he said. “If you had captured + Mr. Pettigrew himself you would stand a better chance of making it pay.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no chance of capturing Pettigrew. If there were we would prefer + him to you. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” + </p> + <p> + “How much ransom do you propose to ask?” + </p> + <p> + This Rodney said, thinking that if it were a thousand dollars he might be + able to make it good to his friend Jefferson. But he was destined to be + disappointed. + </p> + <p> + “Five thousand dollars,” answered the chief speaker. + </p> + <p> + “Five thousand dollars!” ejaculated Rodney in dismay. “Five thousand + dollars for a boy like me!” + </p> + <p> + “That is the sum we want.” + </p> + <p> + “If it were one thousand I think you might get it.” + </p> + <p> + “One thousand!” repeated the other scornfully. “That wouldn’t half pay + us.” + </p> + <p> + “Then suppose you call it two thousand?” + </p> + <p> + “It won’t do.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I suppose I must make up my mind to remain a prisoner.” + </p> + <p> + “Five thousand dollars wouldn’t be much to a rich man like Pettigrew. We + have inquired, and found out that he is worth at least a hundred thousand + dollars. Five thousand is only a twentieth part of this sum.” + </p> + <p> + “You can do as you please, but you had better ask a reasonable amount if + you expect to get it.” + </p> + <p> + “We don’t want advice. We shall manage things in our own way.” + </p> + <p> + Convinced that further discussion would be unavailing, Rodney relapsed + into silence, but now his captors proceeded to unfold their plans. + </p> + <p> + One of them procured a bottle of ink, some paper and a pen, and set them + on the table. + </p> + <p> + “Come up here, boy, and write to Mr. Pettigrew,” he said in a tone of + authority. + </p> + <p> + “What shall I write?” + </p> + <p> + “Tell him that you are a prisoner, and that you will not be released + unless he pays five thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t want to write that. It will be the same as asking him to pay it + for me.” + </p> + <p> + “That is what we mean him to understand.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t write it.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney knew his danger, but he looked resolutely into the eyes of the men + who held his life in their hands. His voice did not waver, for he was a + manly and courageous boy. + </p> + <p> + “The boy’s got grit!” said one of the men to the other. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but it won’t save him. Boy, are you going to write what I told you?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you not afraid that we will kill you?” + </p> + <p> + “You have power to do it.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you want to live?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Life is sweet to a boy of sixteen.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why don’t you write?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I think it would be taking a mean advantage of Mr. Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a fool. Roderick, what shall we do with him?” + </p> + <p> + “Tell him simply to write that he is in our hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Well thought of. Boy, will you do that?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney gave his consent for he was anxious that Mr. Pettigrew should know + what had prevented him from coming home when he was expected. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, write! You will know what to say.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney drew the paper to him, and wrote as follows: + </p> + <p> + DEAR MR. PETTIGREW, + </p> + <p> + On my way home I was stopped by two men who have confined me in a cave, + and won’t let me go unless a sum of money is paid for my ransom. I don’t + know what to do. You will know better than I. RODNEY ROPES. + </p> + <p> + His chief captor took the note and read it aloud. + </p> + <p> + “That will do,” he said. “Now he will believe us when we say that you are + in our hands.” + </p> + <p> + He signed to Rodney to rise from the table and took his place. Drawing a + pile of paper to him, he penned the following note: + </p> + <p> + Rodney Ropes is in our hands. He wants his liberty and we want money. Send + us five thousand dollars, or arrange a meeting at which it can be + delivered to us, and he shall go free. Otherwise his death be on your + hands. HIS CAPTORS. + </p> + <p> + Rodney noticed that this missive was written in a handsome business hand. + </p> + <p> + “You write a handsome hand,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I ought to,” was the reply. “I was once bookkeeper in a large business + house.” + </p> + <p> + “And what—” here Rodney hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “What made me an outlaw you mean to ask?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “My nature, I suppose. I wasn’t cut out for sober, humdrum life.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you think you would have been happier?” + </p> + <p> + “No preaching, kid! I had enough of that when I used to go to church in my + old home in Missouri. Here, Caesar!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “You know Oreville?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “Go over there and take this letter with you. Ask for Jefferson Pettigrew, + and mind you don’t tell him where we live. Only if he asks about me and my + pal say we are desperate men, have each killed a round dozen of fellows + that stood in our way and will stick at nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, massa,” said Caesar with an appreciative grin. “How shall I + go, massa?” + </p> + <p> + “You can take the kid’s horse. Ride to within a mile of Oreville, then + tether the horse where he won’t easily be found, and walk over to the + mines. Do you understand?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “He won’t probably give you any money, but he may give you a letter. Bring + it safely to me.” + </p> + <p> + Caesar nodded and vanished. + </p> + <p> + For an hour the two men smoked their pipes and chatted. Then they rose, + and the elder said: “We are going out, kid, for a couple of hours. Are you + afraid to stay alone?” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I be?” + </p> + <p> + “That’s the way to talk. I won’t caution you not to escape, for it would + take a smarter lad then you to do it. If you are tired you can lie down on + the bed and rest.” + </p> + <p> + “All right!” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry we haven’t got the morning paper for you to look over,” said + his captor with a smile. “The carrier didn’t leave it this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “I can get along without it. I don’t feel much like reading.” + </p> + <p> + “You needn’t feel worried. You’ll be out of this tomorrow if Jefferson + Pettigrew is as much your friend as you think he is.” + </p> + <p> + “The only thing that troubles me is the big price you charge at your + hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “Good! The kid has a good wit of his own. After all, we wouldn’t mind + keeping you with us. It might pay you better than working for Pettigrew.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you’ll excuse my saying it, but I don’t like the business.” + </p> + <p> + “You may change your mind. At your age we wouldn’t either of us like the + sort of life we are leading. Come, John.” + </p> + <p> + The two men went out but did not allow Rodney to accompany them to the + place of exit. + </p> + <p> + Left to himself, Rodney could think soberly of his plight. He could not + foresee whether his captivity would be brief or prolonged. + </p> + <p> + After a time the spirit of curiosity seized him. He felt tempted to + explore the cavern in which he was confined. He took a lamp, and followed + in a direction opposite to that taken by his captors. + </p> + <p> + The cave he found was divided into several irregularly shaped chambers. He + walked slowly, holding up the lamp to examine the walls of the cavern. In + one passage he stopped short, for something attracted his attention—something + the sight of which made his heart beat quicker and filled him with + excitement. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV. + </h2> + <p> + RODNEY’S DISCOVERY. + </p> + <p> + There was a good reason for Rodney’s excitement. The walls of the + subterranean passage revealed distinct and rich indications of gold. There + was a time, and that not long before, when they would have revealed + nothing to Rodney, but since his residence at Oreville he had more than + once visited the mines and made himself familiar with surface indications + of mineral deposit. + </p> + <p> + He stopped short and scanned attentively the walls of the passage. + </p> + <p> + “If I am not mistaken,” he said to himself, “this will make one of the + richest mines in Montana. But after all what good will it do me? Here am I + a prisoner, unable to leave the cave, or communicate with my friends. If + Mr. Pettigrew knew what I do he would feel justified in paying the ransom + these men want.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney wondered how these rich deposits had failed to attract the + attention of his captors, but he soon settled upon the conclusion that + they had no knowledge of mines or mining, and were ignorant of the riches + that were almost in their grasp. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I enlighten them?” he asked himself. + </p> + <p> + It was a question which he could not immediately answer. He resolved to be + guided by circumstances. + </p> + <p> + In order not to excite suspicion he retraced his steps to the apartment + used by his captors as a common sitting room—carefully fixing in his + mind the location of the gold ore. + </p> + <p> + We must now follow the messenger who had gone to Oreville with a letter + from Rodney’s captors. + </p> + <p> + As instructed, he left his horse, or rather Rodney’s, tethered at some + distance from the settlement and proceeded on foot to the Miners’ Rest. + His strange appearance excited attention and curiosity. Both these + feelings would have been magnified had it been known on what errand he + came. + </p> + <p> + “Where can I find Mr. Jefferson Pettigrew?” he asked of a man whom he saw + on the veranda. + </p> + <p> + “At the Griffin Mine,” answered the other, removing the pipe from his + mouth. + </p> + <p> + “Where is that?” + </p> + <p> + “Over yonder. Are you a miner?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I know nothing about mines.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why do you want to see Jefferson? I thought you might want a chance + to work in the mine.” + </p> + <p> + “No; I have other business with him—business of importance,” added + the black dwarf emphatically. + </p> + <p> + “If that is the case I’ll take you to him. I am always glad to be of + service to Jefferson.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. He will thank you, too.” + </p> + <p> + The man walked along with a long, swinging gait which made it difficult + for Caesar to keep up with him. + </p> + <p> + “So you have business with Jefferson?” said the man with the pipe, whose + curiosity had been excited. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Of what sort?” + </p> + <p> + “I will tell him,” answered Caesar shortly. + </p> + <p> + “So its private, is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. If he wants to tell you he will.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s fair. Well, come along! Am I walking too fast for you?” + </p> + <p> + “Your legs are much longer than mine.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s so. You are a little shrimp. I declare.” + </p> + <p> + A walk of twenty minutes brought them to the Griffin Mine. Jefferson + Pettigrew was standing near, giving directions to a party of miners. + </p> + <p> + “Jefferson,” said the man with the pipe, “here’s a chap that wants to see + you on business of importance. That is, he says it is.” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson Pettigrew wheeled round and looked at Caesar. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “what is it?” + </p> + <p> + “I have a letter for you, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “Give it to me.” + </p> + <p> + Jefferson took the letter and cast his eye over it. As he read it his + countenance changed and became stern and severe. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know what is in this letter?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Come with me.” + </p> + <p> + He led Caesar to a place out of earshot. + </p> + <p> + “What fiend’s game is this?” he demanded sternly. + </p> + <p> + “I can’t tell you, massa; I’m not in it.” + </p> + <p> + “Who are those men that have written to me?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know their right names. I calls ‘em Massa John and Massa Dick.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems they have trapped a boy friend of mine, Rodney Ropes. Did you + see him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I gave him a good dinner.” + </p> + <p> + “That is well. If they should harm a hair of his head I wouldn’t rest till + I had called them to account. Where have they got the boy concealed?” + </p> + <p> + “I couldn’t tell you, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean, you won’t tell me.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. It would be as much as my life is worth.” + </p> + <p> + “Humph, well! I suppose you must be faithful to your employer. Do you know + that these men want me to pay five thousand dollars for the return of the + boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I heard them talking about it.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a new kind of rascality. Do they expect you to bring back an + answer?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “I must think. What will they do to the boy if I don’t give them the + money?” + </p> + <p> + “They might kill him.” + </p> + <p> + “If they do—but I must have time to think the matter over. Are you + expected to go back this afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you get back? It must be a good distance.” + </p> + <p> + “I can get back.” + </p> + <p> + “Stay here. I will consult some of my friends and see if I can raise the + money.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, massa.” One of those whom Jefferson called into consultation + was the person who had guided Caesar to the Griffin Mine. + </p> + <p> + Quickly the proprietor of the Miners’ Rest unfolded the situation. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” he said, “I want two of you to follow this misshapen dwarf, and + find out where he comes from. I want to get hold of the scoundrels who + sent him to me.” + </p> + <p> + “I will be one,” said the man with the pipe. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, Fred.” + </p> + <p> + “And I will go with Fred,” said a long limbed fellow who had been a Kansas + cowboy. + </p> + <p> + “I accept you, Otto. Go armed, and don’t lose sight of him.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall you send the money?” + </p> + <p> + “Not I. I will send a letter that will encourage them to hope for it. I + want to gain time.” + </p> + <p> + “Any instructions, Jefferson?” + </p> + <p> + “Only this, if you see these men, capture or kill them.” + </p> + <p> + “All right.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV. + </h2> + <p> + A BLOODY CONFLICT. + </p> + <p> + This was the letter that was handed to Caesar: + </p> + <p> + I have received your note. I must have time to think, and time perhaps to + get hold of the gold. Don’t harm a hair of the boy’s head. If so, I will + hunt you to death. + </p> + <p> + JEFFERSON PETTIGREW. + </p> + <p> + P.S.—Meet me tomorrow morning at the rocky gorge at the foot of + Black Mountain. Ten o’clock. + </p> + <p> + Caesar took the letter, and bent his steps in the direction of the place + where he had tethered his horse. He did not observe that he was followed + by two men, who carefully kept him in sight, without attracting attention + to themselves. + </p> + <p> + When Caesar reached the place where he had tethered the horse, he was + grievously disappointed at not finding him. One of the miners in roaming + about had come upon the animal, and knowing him to be Jefferson + Pettigrew’s property, untied him and rode him back to Oreville. + </p> + <p> + The dwarf threw up his hands in dismay. + </p> + <p> + “The horse is gone!” he said in his deep bass voice, “and now I must walk + back, ten long miles, and get a flogging at the end for losing time. It’s + hard luck,” he groaned. + </p> + <p> + The loss was fortunate for Fred and Otto who would otherwise have found it + hard to keep up with the dwarf. + </p> + <p> + Caesar breathed a deep sigh, and then started on his wearisome journey. + Had the ground been even it would have troubled him less, but there was a + steep upward grade, and his short legs were soon weary. Not so with his + pursuers, both of whom were long limbed and athletic. + </p> + <p> + We will go back now to the cave and the captors of Rodney. They waited + long and impatiently for the return of their messenger. Having no + knowledge of the loss of the horse, they could not understand what + detained Caesar. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think the rascal has played us false?” said Roderick. + </p> + <p> + “He would be afraid to.” + </p> + <p> + “This man Pettigrew might try to bribe him. It would be cheaper than to + pay five thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “He wouldn’t dare. He knows what would happen to him,” said John grimly. + </p> + <p> + “Then why should he be so long?” + </p> + <p> + “That I can’t tell.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose we go out to meet him. I begin to feel anxious lest we have + trusted him too far.” + </p> + <p> + “I am with you!” + </p> + <p> + The two outlaws took the path which led to Oreville, and walked two miles + before they discovered Caesar coming towards them at a slow and melancholy + gait. + </p> + <p> + “There he is, and on foot! What does it mean?” + </p> + <p> + “He will tell us.” + </p> + <p> + “Here now, you black imp! where is the horse?” demanded Roderick. + </p> + <p> + “I done lost him, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “Lost him? You’ll get a flogging for this, unless you bring good news. Did + you see Jefferson Pettigrew?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he give you any money?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he gave me this letter.” + </p> + <p> + Roderick snatched it from his hand, and showed it to John. + </p> + <p> + “It seems satisfactory,” he said. “Now how did you lose the horse?” + </p> + <p> + Caesar told him. + </p> + <p> + “You didn’t fasten him tight.” + </p> + <p> + “Beg your pardon, massa, but I took good care of that.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, he’s gone; was probably stolen. That is unfortunate; however you + may not have been to blame.” + </p> + <p> + Luckily for Caesar the letter which he brought was considered + satisfactory, and this palliated his fault in losing the horse. + </p> + <p> + The country was so uneven that the two outlaws did not observe that they + were followed, until they came to the entrance of the cave. Then, before + opening the door, John looked round and caught sight of Fred and Otto + eying them from a little distance. + </p> + <p> + He instantly took alarm. + </p> + <p> + “Look,” he said, “we are followed. Look behind you!” + </p> + <p> + His brother turned and came to the same conclusion. + </p> + <p> + “Caesar,” said Roderick, “did you ever see those men before?” + </p> + <p> + “No, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “They must have followed you from Oreville. Hello, you two!” he added + striding towards the miners. “What do you want here?” + </p> + <p> + Fred and Otto had accomplished their object in ascertaining the place + where Rodney was confined, and no longer cared for concealment. + </p> + <p> + “None of your business!” retorted Fred independently. “The place is as + free to us as to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you spies?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t intend to answer any of your questions.” + </p> + <p> + “Clear out of here!” commanded Roderick in a tone of authority. + </p> + <p> + “Suppose we don’t?” + </p> + <p> + Roderick was a man of quick temper, and had never been in the habit of + curbing it. He was provoked by the independent tone of the speaker, and + without pausing to think of the imprudence of his actions, he raised his + rifle and pointing at Fred shot him in the left arm. + </p> + <p> + The two miners were both armed, and were not slow in accepting the + challenge. Simultaneously they raised their rifles and fired at the two + men. The result was that both fell seriously wounded and Caesar set up a + howl of dismay, not so much for his masters as from alarm for himself. + </p> + <p> + Fred and Otto came forward, and stood looking down upon the outlaws, who + were in the agonies of death. + </p> + <p> + “It was our lives or theirs,” said Fred coolly, for he had been long + enough in Montana to become used to scenes of bloodshed. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Otto. “I think these two men are the notorious Dixon + brothers who are credited with a large number of murders. The country will + be well rid of them.” + </p> + <p> + Roderick turned his glazing eyes upon the tall miner. “I wish I had killed + you,” he muttered. + </p> + <p> + “No doubt you do. It wouldn’t have been your first murder.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t kill me, massa!” pleaded Caesar in tones of piteous entreaty. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know,” answered Fred. “That depends on yourself. If you obey us + strictly we will spare you.” + </p> + <p> + “Try me, massa!” + </p> + <p> + “You black hound!” said Roderick hoarsely. “If I were not disabled I’d + kill you myself.” + </p> + <p> + Here was a new danger for poor Caesar, for he knew Roderick’s fierce + temper. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t let him kill me!” he exclaimed, affrighted. + </p> + <p> + “He shall do you no harm. Will you obey me?” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me what you want, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “Is the boy these men captured inside?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “Open the cave, then. We want him.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t do it,” said Roderick, but Caesar saw at a glance that his old + master, of whom he stood in wholesome fear, was unable to harm him, and he + proceeded to unlock the door. + </p> + <p> + “Go and call the boy!” said Fred. + </p> + <p> + Caesar disappeared within the cavern, and soon emerged with Rodney + following him. + </p> + <p> + “Are you unhurt?” asked Fred anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and overjoyed to see you. How came you here?” + </p> + <p> + “We followed the nigger from Oreville.” + </p> + <p> + What happened afterwards Rodney did not need to inquire, for the two + outstretched figures, stiffening in death, revealed it to him. + </p> + <p> + “They are the Dixon brothers, are they not?” asked Fred, turning to + Caesar. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, massa.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we are entitled to a thousand dollars each for their capture. I have + never before shed blood, but I don’t regret ending the career of these + scoundrels.” + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later the two outlaws were dead and Rodney and his friends + were on their way back to Oreville. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI. + </h2> + <p> + THE RODNEY MINE. + </p> + <p> + Rodney was received by Jefferson Pettigrew with open arms. + </p> + <p> + “Welcome home, boy!” he said. “I was very much worried about you.” + </p> + <p> + “I was rather uneasy about myself,” returned Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it’s all over, and all’s well that ends well. You are free and + there has been no money paid out. Fred and Otto have done a good thing in + ridding the world of the notorious Dixon brothers. They will be well paid, + for I understand there is a standing reward of one thousand dollars for + each of them dead or alive. I don’t know but you ought to have a share of + this, for it was through you that the outlaws were trapped.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Mr. Pettigrew, they are welcome to the reward. If I am not mistaken I + shall make a good deal more out of it than they.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + Upon this Rodney told the story of what he had seen in the cavern. + </p> + <p> + “When I said I, I meant we, Mr. Pettigrew. I think if the gold there is as + plentiful as I think it is we shall do well to commence working it.” + </p> + <p> + “It is yours, Rodney, by right of first discovery.” + </p> + <p> + “I prefer that you should share it with me.” + </p> + <p> + “We will go over tomorrow and make an examination. Was there any one else + who seemed to have a claim to the cave except the Dixons?” + </p> + <p> + “No. The negro, Caesar, will still be there, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + “We can easily get rid of him.” + </p> + <p> + The next day the two friends went over to the cavern. Caesar was still + there, but he had an unsettled, restless look, and seemed undecided what + to do. + </p> + <p> + “What are you going to do, Caesar?” asked Pettigrew. “Are you going to + stay here?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know, massa. I don’t want to lib here. I’m afraid I’ll see the + ghostes of my old massas. But I haven’t got no money.” + </p> + <p> + “If you had money where would you go?” + </p> + <p> + “I’d go to Chicago. I used to be a whitewasher, and I reckon I’d get work + at my old trade.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s where you are sensible, Caesar. This is no place for you. Now I’ll + tell you what I’ll do. I’ll give you a hundred dollars, and you can go + where you like. But I shall want you to go away at once.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go right off, massa,” said Caesar, overjoyed. “I don’t want to come + here no more.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you got anything belonging to you in the cave?” + </p> + <p> + “No, massa, only a little kit of clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “Take them and go.” + </p> + <p> + In fifteen minutes Caesar had bidden farewell to his home, and Rodney and + Jefferson were left in sole possession of the cavern. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Mr. Pettigrew, come and let me show you what I saw. I hope I have + made no mistake.” + </p> + <p> + Rodney led the way to the narrow passage already described. By the light + of a lantern Mr. Pettigrew examined the walls. For five minutes not a word + was said. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what do you think of it?” asked Rodney anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “Only this: that you have hit upon the richest gold deposits in Montana. + Here is a mining prospect that will make us both rich.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad I was not mistaken,” said Rodney simply. + </p> + <p> + “Your capture by the Dixon brothers will prove to have been the luckiest + event in your life. I shall lose no time in taking possession in our joint + name.” + </p> + <p> + There was great excitement when the discovery of the gold deposit was made + known. In connection with the killing of the outlaws, it was noised far + and wide. The consequence was that there was an influx of mining men, and + within a week Rodney and Jefferson were offered a hundred thousand dollars + for a half interest in the mine by a Chicago syndicate. + </p> + <p> + “Say a hundred and fifty thousand, and we accept the offer,” said + Jefferson Pettigrew. + </p> + <p> + After a little haggling this offer was accepted, and Rodney found himself + the possessor of seventy five thousand dollars in cash. + </p> + <p> + “It was fortunate for me when I fell in with you, Mr. Pettigrew,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “And no less fortunate for me, Rodney. This mine will bring us in a rich + sum for our share, besides the cash we already have in hand.” + </p> + <p> + “If you don’t object, Mr. Pettigrew, I should like to go to New York and + continue my education. You can look after my interest here, and I shall be + willing to pay you anything you like for doing so.” + </p> + <p> + “There won’t be any trouble about that, Rodney. I don’t blame you for + wanting to obtain an education. It isn’t in my line. You can come out once + a year, and see what progress we are making. The mine will be called the + Rodney Mine after you.” + </p> + <p> + The Miners’ Rest was sold to the steward, as Mr. Pettigrew was too busy to + attend to it, and in a week Rodney was on his way to New York. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_CONC" id="link2H_CONC"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CONCLUSION. + </h2> + <p> + Otis Goodnow arrived at his place of business a little earlier than usual, + and set himself to looking over his mail. Among other letters was one + written on paper bearing the name of the Fifth Avenue Hotel. He came to + this after a time and read it. + </p> + <p> + It ran thus: + </p> + <p> + DEAR SIR: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +I was once in your employ, though you may not remember my name. I was in +the department of Mr. Redwood, and there I became acquainted with Jasper +Redwood, his nephew. I was discharged, it is needless to recall why. I +had saved nothing, and of course I was greatly embarrassed. I could not +readily obtain another place, and in order to secure money to pay living +expenses I entered into an arrangement with Jasper Redwood to sell me +articles, putting in more than I paid for. These I was enabled to sell +at a profit to smaller stores. This was not as profitable as it might +have been to me, as I was obliged to pay Jasper a commission for +his agency. Well, after a time it was ascertained that articles were +missing, and search was made for the thief. Through a cunningly devised +scheme of Jasper’s the theft was ascribed to Rodney Ropes, a younger +clerk, and he was discharged. Ropes was a fine young fellow, and I have +always been sorry that he got into trouble through our agency, but there +seemed no help for it. It must rest on him or us. He protested +his innocence, but was not believed. I wish to say now that he was +absolutely innocent, and only Jasper and myself were to blame. If you +doubt my statement I will call today, and you may confront me with +Jasper. I desire that justice should be done. + PHILIP CARTON. +</pre> + <p> + “Call Mr. Redwood,” said the merchant, summoning a boy. + </p> + <p> + In five minutes Mr. Redwood entered the office of his employer. + </p> + <p> + “You sent for me, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Mr. Redwood; cast your eye over this letter.” + </p> + <p> + James Redwood read the letter, and his face showed the agitation he felt. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know anything about this, Mr. Goodnow,” he said at last. + </p> + <p> + “It ought to be inquired into.” + </p> + <p> + “I agree with you. If my nephew is guilty I want to know it.” + </p> + <p> + “We will wait till the writer of this letter calls. Do you remember him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; he was discharged for intemperance.” + </p> + <p> + At twelve o’clock Philip Carton made his appearance, and asked to be + conducted to Mr. Goodnow’s private office. + </p> + <p> + “You are the writer of this letter?” asked the merchant. + </p> + <p> + “Yes sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And you stand by the statement it contains?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, at this late day, have you made a confession?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I wish to do justice to Rodney Ropes, who has been unjustly + accused, and also because I have been meanly treated by Jasper Redwood, + who has thrown me over now that he has no further use for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you willing to repeat your statement before him?” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “Call Jasper Redwood, Sherman,” said the merchant, addressing himself to + Sherman White, a boy recently taken into his employ. + </p> + <p> + Jasper entered the office, rather surprised at the summons. When he saw + his accomplice, he changed color, and looked confused. + </p> + <p> + “Jasper,” said the merchant, “read this letter and tell me what you have + to say in reply.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper ran his eye over the letter, while his color came and went. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “It’s a lie,” said Jasper hoarsely. + </p> + <p> + “Do you still insist that the articles taken from my stock were taken by + Rodney Ropes?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you say, Mr. Carton?” + </p> + <p> + “Not one was taken by Rodney Ropes. Jasper and I are responsible for them + all.” + </p> + <p> + “What proof can you bring?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. James Redwood will recall the purchase I made at the time of the + thefts. He will recall that I always purchased of Jasper.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true,” said Mr. Redwood in a troubled voice. + </p> + <p> + “Do you confess, Jasper Redwood?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “If you will tell the truth, I will see that no harm comes to you. I want + to clear this matter up.” + </p> + <p> + Jasper thought the matter over. He saw that the game was up—and + decided rapidly that confession was the best policy. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir, if I must I will do so, but that man put me up to it.” + </p> + <p> + “You did not need any putting up to it. I wish young Ropes were here, that + I might clear him.” + </p> + <p> + As if in answer to the wish a bronzed and manly figure appeared at the + office door. It was Rodney, but taller and more robust than when he left + the store nearly a year before. + </p> + <p> + “Rodney Ropes!” ejaculated Jasper in great surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jasper, I came here to see you, and beg you to free me from the + false charge which was brought against me when I was discharged from this + store. I didn’t find you in your usual places, and was directed here.” + </p> + <p> + “Ropes,” said Mr. Goodnow, “your innocence has been established. This + man,” indicating Philip Carton, “has confessed that it was he and Jasper + who stole the missing articles.” + </p> + <p> + “I am thankful that my character has been cleared.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to take you back into my employ.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir, but I have now no need of a position. I shall be glad if + you will retain Jasper.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very generous to one who has done so much to injure you.” + </p> + <p> + “Indirectly he put me in the way of making a fortune. If you will retain + him, Mr. Goodnow, I will guarantee to make up any losses you may incur + from him.” + </p> + <p> + “How is this? Are you able to make this guarantee?” + </p> + <p> + “I am worth seventy five thousand dollars in money, besides being owner of + a large mining property in Montana.” + </p> + <p> + “This is truly wonderful! And you have accumulated all this since you left + my store?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Rodney,” said Jasper, going up to his old rival, and offering his hand. + “I am sorry I tried to injure you. It was to save myself, but I see now + how meanly I acted.” + </p> + <p> + “That speech has saved you,” said the merchant. “Go back to your work. I + will give you another chance.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you take me back also, Mr. Goodnow?” asked Philip Carton. + </p> + <p> + The merchant hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “No, Mr. Carton,” said Rodney. “I will look out for you. I will send you + to Montana with a letter to my partner. You can do better there than + here.” + </p> + <p> + Tears came into the eyes of the ex-clerk. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” he said gratefully. “I should prefer it. I will promise to + turn over a new leaf; and justify your recommendation.” + </p> + <p> + “Come to see me this evening at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and I will arrange + matters.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall you stay in the city long, Ropes?” asked the merchant. + </p> + <p> + “About a week.” + </p> + <p> + “Come and dine with me on Tuesday evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Later in the day Rodney sought out his old room mate Mike Flynn. He found + Mike in a bad case. He had a bad cold, but did not dare to give up work, + because he wouldn’t be able to meet his bills. He was still in the employ + of the District Telegraph Company. + </p> + <p> + “Give the company notice, Mike,” said Rodney. “Henceforth I will take care + of you. You can look upon me as your rich uncle,” he added with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “I will be your servant, Rodney.” + </p> + <p> + “Not a bit of it. You will be my friend. But you must obey me implicitly. + I am going to send you to school, and give you a chance to learn + something. Next week I shall return to Dr. Sampson’s boarding school and + you will go with me as my friend and room mate.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Rodney, you will be ashamed of me. I am awfully shabby.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t be long. You shall be as well dressed as I am.” + </p> + <p> + A week later the two boys reached the school. It would have been hard for + any of Mike’s old friends to recognize him in the handsomely dressed boy + who accompanied Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Really, Mike, you are quite good looking, now that you are well dressed,” + said Rodney. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, go away with you, Rodney? It’s fooling me you are!” + </p> + <p> + “Not a bit of it. Now I want you to improve your time and learn as fast as + you can.” + </p> + <p> + “I will, Rodney.” + </p> + <p> + A year later Rodney left school, but he kept Mike there two years longer. + There had been a great change in the telegraph boy, who was quick to + learn. He expects, when he leaves school, to join Rodney in Montana. + </p> + <p> + I will not attempt to estimate Rodney’s present wealth, but he is already + prominent in financial circles in his adopted State. Philip Carton is + prospering, and is respected by his new friends, who know nothing of his + earlier life. + </p> + <p> + As I write, Rodney has received a letter from his old guardian, Benjamin + Fielding. The letter came from Montreal. + </p> + <p> + “My dear Rodney,” he wrote. “I have worked hard to redeem the past, and + restore to you your fortune. I have just succeeded, and send you the + amount with interest. It leaves me little or nothing, but my mind is + relieved. I hope you have not had to suffer severely from my criminal + carelessness, and that you will live long to enjoy what rightfully belongs + to you.” + </p> + <p> + In reply Rodney wrote: “Please draw on me for fifty thousand dollars. I do + not need it, and you do. Five years from now, if you can spare the money + you may send it to me. Till then use it without interest. I am worth much + more than the sum my father intrusted to you for me.” + </p> + <p> + This offer was gratefully accepted, and Mr. Fielding is now in New York, + where he is likely to experience a return of his former prosperity. + </p> + <p> + As for Rodney, his trials are over. They made a man of him, and proved a + blessing in disguise. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Cast Upon the Breakers, by Horatio Alger + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CAST UPON THE BREAKERS *** + +***** This file should be named 399-h.htm or 399-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/9/399/ + +Produced by Charles Keller and David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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