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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: Driven From Home + Carl Crawford's Experience + +Author: Horatio Alger + +Release Date: January 21, 2006 [EBook #530] +Last Updated: January 9, 2019 + + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DRIVEN FROM HOME *** + + + + +Produced by Charles Keller and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + DRIVEN FROM HOME <br /> OR<br /> CARL CRAWFORD’S EXPERIENCE + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + BY HORATIO ALGER, JR. + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + Author of “Erie Train Boy,” “Young Acrobat,” “Only an Irish Boy,” “Bound + to Rise,” “The Young Outlaw,” “Hector’s Inheritance,” etc. + </p> + <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="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>DRIVEN FROM HOME</b></a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I -- DRIVEN FROM HOME. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. -- A FRIEND WORTH HAVING. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. -- INTRODUCES PETER COOK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. -- AN IMPORTANT CONFERENCE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. -- CARL’S STEPMOTHER. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. -- MRS. CRAWFORD’S LETTER. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. -- ENDS IN A TRAGEDY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. -- CARL FALLS UNDER SUSPICION. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. -- A PLAUSIBLE STRANGER. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. -- THE COUNTERFEIT BILL. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. -- THE ARCHERY PRIZE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. -- AN ODD ACQUAINTANCE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. -- AN UNEQUAL CONTEST. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. -- CARL ARRIVES IN MILFORD. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. -- MR. JENNINGS AT HOME. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. -- CARL GETS A PLACE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. -- CARL ENTERS THE FACTORY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. -- LEONARD’S TEMPTATION.</a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. -- AN ARTFUL SCHEME. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. -- REVEALS A MYSTERY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. -- AN UNWELCOME GUEST. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. -- MR. STARK IS RECOGNIZED. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. -- PREPARING FOR THE BURGLAR. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. -- THE BURGLARY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. -- STARK’S DISAPPOINTMENT. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. -- A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. -- BROUGHT TO BAY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. -- AFTER A YEAR. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. -- THE LOST BANK BOOK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. -- AN ECCENTRIC WOMAN. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. -- CARL TAKES SUPPER WITH MISS NORRIS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. -- A STARTLING DISCOVERY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII. -- FROM ALBANY TO NIAGARA. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV. -- CARL MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF AN ENGLISH LORD. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV. -- WHAT CARL LEARNED IN CHICAGO. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. -- MAKING A WILL. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII. -- PETER LETS OUT A SECRET. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XXXVIII. -- DR. CRAWFORD IS TAKEN TO TASK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER XXXIX. -- A MAN OF ENERGY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0040"> CHAPTER XL. -- CONCLUSION. </a> + </p> + + <p> + <br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + DRIVEN FROM HOME. + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <h3> + DRIVEN FROM HOME. + </h3> + <p> + A boy of sixteen, with a small gripsack in his hand, trudged along the + country road. He was of good height for his age, strongly built, and had a + frank, attractive face. He was naturally of a cheerful temperament, but at + present his face was grave, and not without a shade of anxiety. This can + hardly be a matter of surprise when we consider that he was thrown upon + his own resources, and that his available capital consisted of + thirty-seven cents in money, in addition to a good education and a rather + unusual amount of physical strength. These last two items were certainly + valuable, but they cannot always be exchanged for the necessaries and + comforts of life. + </p> + <p> + For some time his steps had been lagging, and from time to time he had to + wipe the moisture from his brow with a fine linen handkerchief, which + latter seemed hardly compatible with his almost destitute condition. + </p> + <p> + I hasten to introduce my hero, for such he is to be, as Carl Crawford, son + of Dr. Paul Crawford, of Edgewood Center. Why he had set out to conquer + fortune single-handed will soon appear. + </p> + <p> + A few rods ahead Carl’s attention was drawn to a wide-spreading oak tree, + with a carpet of verdure under its sturdy boughs. + </p> + <p> + “I will rest here for a little while,” he said to himself, and suiting the + action to the word, threw down his gripsack and flung himself on the turf. + </p> + <p> + “This is refreshing,” he murmured, as, lying upon his back, he looked up + through the leafy rifts to the sky above. “I don’t know when I have ever + been so tired. It’s no joke walking a dozen miles under a hot sun, with a + heavy gripsack in your hand. It’s a good introduction to a life of labor, + which I have reason to believe is before me. I wonder how I am coming out—at + the big or the little end of the horn?” + </p> + <p> + He paused, and his face grew grave, for he understood well that for him + life had become a serious matter. In his absorption he did not observe the + rapid approach of a boy somewhat younger than himself, mounted on a + bicycle. + </p> + <p> + The boy stopped short in surprise, and leaped from his iron steed. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Carl Crawford, is this you? Where in the world are you going with + that gripsack?” + </p> + <p> + Carl looked up quickly. + </p> + <p> + “Going to seek my fortune,” he answered, soberly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hope you’ll find it. Don’t chaff, though, but tell the honest + truth.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you the truth, Gilbert.” + </p> + <p> + With a puzzled look, Gilbert, first leaning his bicycle against the tree, + seated himself on the ground by Carl’s side. + </p> + <p> + “Has your father lost his property?” he asked, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Has he disinherited you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not exactly.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you left home for good?” + </p> + <p> + “I have left home—I hope for good.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you quarreled with the governor?” + </p> + <p> + “I hardly know what to say to that. There is a difference between us.” + </p> + <p> + “He doesn’t seem like a Roman father—one who rules his family with a + rod of iron.” + </p> + <p> + “No; he is quite the reverse. He hasn’t backbone enough.” + </p> + <p> + “So it seemed to me when I saw him at the exhibition of the academy. You + ought to be able to get along with a father like that, Carl.” + </p> + <p> + “So I could but for one thing.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + “I have a stepmother!” said Carl, with a significant glance at his + companion. + </p> + <p> + “So have I, but she is the soul of kindness, and makes our home the + dearest place in the world.” + </p> + <p> + “Are there such stepmothers? I shouldn’t have judged so from my own + experience.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I love her as much as if she were my own mother.” + </p> + <p> + “You are lucky,” said Carl, sighing. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me about yours.” + </p> + <p> + “She was married to my father five years ago. Up to the time of her + marriage I thought her amiable and sweet-tempered. But soon after the + wedding she threw off the mask, and made it clear that she disliked me. + One reason is that she has a son of her own about my age, a mean, sneaking + fellow, who is the apple of her eye. She has been jealous of me, and tried + to supplant me in the affection of my father, wishing Peter to be the + favored son.” + </p> + <p> + “How has she succeeded?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think my father feels any love for Peter, but through my + stepmother’s influence he generally fares better than I do.” + </p> + <p> + “Why wasn’t he sent to school with you?” + </p> + <p> + “Because he is lazy and doesn’t like study. Besides, his mother prefers to + have him at home. During my absence she worked upon my father, by telling + all sorts of malicious stories about me, till he became estranged from me, + and little by little Peter has usurped my place as the favorite.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn’t you deny the stories?” asked Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “I did, but no credit was given to my denials. My stepmother was + continually poisoning my father’s mind against me.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you give her cause? Did you behave disrespectfully to her?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Carl, warmly. “I was prepared to give her a warm welcome, + and treat her as a friend, but my advances were so coldly received that my + heart was chilled.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor Carl! How long has this been so?” + </p> + <p> + “From the beginning—ever since Mrs. Crawford came into the house.” + </p> + <p> + “What are your relations with your step-brother—what’s his name?” + </p> + <p> + “Peter Cook. I despise the boy, for he is mean, and tyrannical where he + dares to be.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think it would be safe for him to bully you, Carl.” + </p> + <p> + “He tried it, and got a good thrashing. You can imagine what followed. He + ran, crying to his mother, and his version of the story was believed. I + was confined to my room for a week, and forced to live on bread and + water.” + </p> + <p> + “I shouldn’t think your father was a man to inflict such a punishment.” + </p> + <p> + “It wasn’t he—it was my stepmother. She insisted upon it, and he + yielded. I heard afterwards from one of the servants that he wanted me + released at the end of twenty-four hours, but she would not consent.” + </p> + <p> + “How long ago was this?” + </p> + <p> + “It happened when I was twelve.” + </p> + <p> + “Was it ever repeated?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a month later; but the punishment lasted only for two days.” + </p> + <p> + “And you submitted to it?” + </p> + <p> + “I had to, but as soon as I was released I gave Peter such a flogging, + with the promise to repeat it, if I was ever punished in that manner + again, that the boy himself was panic-stricken, and objected to my being + imprisoned again.” + </p> + <p> + “He must be a charming fellow!” + </p> + <p> + “You would think so if you should see him. He has small, insignificant + features, a turn-up nose, and an ugly scowl that appears whenever he is + out of humor.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet your father likes him?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think he does, though Peter, by his mother’s orders, pays all + sorts of small attentions—bringing him his slippers, running on + errands, and so on, not because he likes it, but because he wants to + supplant me, as he has succeeded in doing.” + </p> + <p> + “You have finally broken away, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I couldn’t stand it any longer. Home had become intolerable.” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon the question, but hasn’t your father got considerable property?” + </p> + <p> + “I have every reason to think so.” + </p> + <p> + “Won’t your leaving home give your step-mother and Peter the inside track, + and lead, perhaps, to your disinheritance?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose so,” answered Carl, wearily; “but no matter what happens, I + can’t bear to stay at home any longer.” + </p> + <p> + “You’re badly fixed—that’s a fact!” said Gilbert, in a tone of + sympathy. “What are your plans?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. I haven’t had time to think.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> + <h3> + A FRIEND WORTH HAVING. + </h3> + <p> + Gilbert wrinkled up his forehead and set about trying to form some plans + for Carl. + </p> + <p> + “It will be hard for you to support yourself,” he said, after a pause; + “that is, without help.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no one to help me. I expect no help.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought your father might be induced to give you an allowance, so that + with what you can earn, you may get along comfortably.” + </p> + <p> + “I think father would be willing to do this, but my stepmother would + prevent him.” + </p> + <p> + “Then she has a great deal of influence over him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, she can twist him round her little finger.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t understand it.” + </p> + <p> + “You see, father is an invalid, and is very nervous. If he were in perfect + health he would have more force of character and firmness. He is under the + impression that he has heart disease, and it makes him timid and + vacillating.” + </p> + <p> + “Still he ought to do something for you.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose he ought. Still, Gilbert, I think I can earn my living.” + </p> + <p> + “What can you do?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I have a fair education. I could be an entry clerk, or a salesman + in some store, or, if the worst came to the worst, I could work on a farm. + I believe farmers give boys who work for them their board and clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think the clothes would suit you.” + </p> + <p> + “I am pretty well supplied with clothing.” + </p> + <p> + Gilbert looked significantly at the gripsack. + </p> + <p> + “Do you carry it all in there?” he asked, doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + Carl laughed. + </p> + <p> + “Well, no,” he answered. “I have a trunkful of clothes at home, though.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn’t you bring them with you?” + </p> + <p> + “I would if I were an elephant. Being only a boy, I would find it + burdensome carrying a trunk with me. The gripsack is all I can very well + manage.” + </p> + <p> + “I tell you what,” said Gilbert. “Come round to our house and stay + overnight. We live only a mile from here, you know. The folks will be glad + to see you, and while you are there I will go to your house, see the + governor, and arrange for an allowance for you that will make you + comparatively independent.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Gilbert; but I don’t feel like asking favors from those who + have ill-treated me.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor would I—of strangers; but Dr. Crawford is your father. It isn’t + right that Peter, your stepbrother, should be supported in ease and + luxury, while you, the real son, should be subjected to privation and + want.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know but you are right,” admitted Carl, slowly. + </p> + <p> + “Of course I am right. Now, will you make me your minister + plenipotentiary, armed with full powers?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I believe I will.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s right. That shows you are a boy of sense. Now, as you are subject + to my directions, just get on that bicycle and I will carry your gripsack, + and we will seek Vance Villa, as we call it when we want to be high-toned, + by the most direct route.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, Gilbert; I will carry my own gripsack. I won’t burden you with + it,” said Carl, rising from his recumbent position. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Carl, how far have you walked with it this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “About twelve miles.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, of course, you’re tired, and require rest. Just jump on that + bicycle, and I’ll take the gripsack. If you have carried it twelve miles, + I can surely carry it one.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind, Gilbert.” + </p> + <p> + “Why shouldn’t I be?” + </p> + <p> + “But it is imposing up on your good nature.” + </p> + <p> + But Gilbert had turned his head in a backward direction, and nodded in a + satisfied way as he saw a light, open buggy rapidly approaching. + </p> + <p> + “There’s my sister in that carriage,” he said. “She comes in good time. I + will put you and your gripsack in with her, and I’ll take to my bicycle + again.” + </p> + <p> + “Your sister may not like such an arrangement.” + </p> + <p> + “Won’t she though! She’s very fond of beaux, and she will receive you very + graciously.” + </p> + <p> + “You make me feel bashful, Gilbert.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t be long. Julia will chat away to you as if she’d known you for + fifty years.” + </p> + <p> + “I was very young fifty years ago,” said Carl, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Hi, there, Jule!” called Gilbert, waving his hand. + </p> + <p> + Julia Vance stopped the horse, and looked inquiringly and rather + admiringly at Carl, who was a boy of fine appearance. + </p> + <p> + “Let me introduce you to my friend and schoolmate, Carl Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + Carl took off his hat politely. + </p> + <p> + “I am very glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Crawford,” said Julia, + demurely; “I have often heard Gilbert speak of you.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope he said nothing bad about me, Miss Vance.” + </p> + <p> + “You may be sure he didn’t. If he should now—I wouldn’t believe + him.” + </p> + <p> + “You’ve made a favorable impression, Carl,” said Gilbert, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I am naturally prejudiced against boys—having such a brother,” said + Julia; “but it is not fair to judge all boys by him.” + </p> + <p> + “That is outrageous injustice!” said Gilbert; “but then, sisters seldom + appreciate their brothers.” + </p> + <p> + “Some other fellows’ sisters may,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “They do, they do!” + </p> + <p> + “Did you ever see such a vain, conceited boy, Mr. Crawford?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course you know him better than I do.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, Carl; it’s too bad for you, too, to join against me. However, I + will forget and forgive. Jule, my friend, Carl, has accepted my invitation + to make us a visit.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very glad, I am sure,” said Julia, sincerely. + </p> + <p> + “And I want you to take him in, bag and baggage, and convey him to our + palace, while I speed thither on my wheel.” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure I will, and with great pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “Can’t you get out and assist him into the carriage, Jule?” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Carl; “but though I am somewhat old and quite infirm, I + think I can get in without troubling your sister. Are you sure, Miss + Vance, you won’t be incommoded by my gripsack?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will accept your kind offer.” + </p> + <p> + In a trice Carl was seated next to Julia, with his valise at his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Won’t you drive, Mr. Crawford?” said the young lady. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t let me take the reins from you.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think it looks well for a lady to drive when a gentleman is + sitting beside her.” + </p> + <p> + Carl was glad to take the reins, for he liked driving. + </p> + <p> + “Now for a race!” said Gilbert, who was mounted on his bicycle. + </p> + <p> + “All right!” replied Carl. “Look out for us!” + </p> + <p> + They started, and the two kept neck and neck till they entered the + driveway leading up to a handsome country mansion. + </p> + <p> + Carl followed them into the house, and was cordially received by Mr. and + Mrs. Vance, who were very kind and hospitable, and were favorably + impressed by the gentlemanly appearance of their son’s friend. + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later dinner was announced, and Carl, having removed the + stains of travel in his schoolmate’s room, descended to the dining-room, + and, it must be confessed, did ample justice to the bounteous repast + spread before him. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon Julia, Gilbert and he played tennis, and had a trial at + archery. The hours glided away very rapidly, and six o’clock came before + they were aware. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert,” said Carl, as they were preparing for tea, “you have a charming + home.” + </p> + <p> + “You have a nice house, too, Carl.” + </p> + <p> + “True; but it isn’t a home—to me. There is no love there.” + </p> + <p> + “That makes a great difference.” + </p> + <p> + “If I had a father and mother like yours I should be happy.” + </p> + <p> + “You must stay here till day after tomorrow, and I will devote to-morrow + to a visit in your interest to your home. I will beard the lion in his den—that + is, your stepmother. Do you consent?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I consent; but it won’t do any good.” + </p> + <p> + “We will see.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> + <h3> + INTRODUCES PETER COOK. + </h3> + <p> + Gilbert took the morning train to the town of Edgewood Center, the + residence of the Crawfords. He had been there before, and knew that Carl’s + home was nearly a mile distant from the station. Though there was a hack + in waiting, he preferred to walk, as it would give him a chance to think + over what he proposed to say to Dr. Crawford in Carl’s behalf. + </p> + <p> + He was within a quarter of a mile of his destination when his attention + was drawn to a boy of about his own age, who was amusing himself and a + smaller companion by firing stones at a cat that had taken refuge in a + tree. Just as Gilbert came up, a stone took effect, and the poor cat + moaned in affright, but did not dare to come down from her perch, as this + would put her in the power of her assailant. + </p> + <p> + “That must be Carl’s stepbrother, Peter,” Gilbert decided, as he noted the + boy’s mean face and turn-up nose. “Stoning cats seems to be his idea of + amusement. I shall take the liberty of interfering.” + </p> + <p> + Peter Cook laughed heartily at his successful aim. + </p> + <p> + “I hit her, Simon,” he said. “Doesn’t she look seared?” + </p> + <p> + “You must have hurt her.” + </p> + <p> + “I expect I did. I’ll take a bigger stone next time.” + </p> + <p> + He suited the action to the word, and picked up a rock which, should it + hit the poor cat, would in all probability kill her, and prepared to fire. + </p> + <p> + “Put down that rock!” said Gilbert, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + Peter turned quickly, and eyed Gilbert insolently. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” he demanded. + </p> + <p> + “No matter who I am. Put down that rock!” + </p> + <p> + “What business is it of yours?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall make it my business to protect that cat from your cruelty.” + </p> + <p> + Peter, who was a natural coward, took courage from having a companion to + back him up, and retorted: “You’d better clear out of here, or I may fire + at you.” + </p> + <p> + “Do it if you dare!” said Gilbert, quietly. + </p> + <p> + Peter concluded that it would be wiser not to carry out his threat, but + was resolved to keep to his original purpose. He raised his arm again, and + took aim; but Gilbert rushed in, and striking his arm forcibly, compelled + him to drop it. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean by that, you loafer?” demanded Peter, his eyes blazing + with anger. + </p> + <p> + “To stop your fun, if that’s what you call it.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve a good mind to give you a thrashing.” + </p> + <p> + Gilbert put himself in a position of defense. + </p> + <p> + “Sail in, if you want to!” he responded. + </p> + <p> + “Help me, Simon!” said Peter. “You grab his legs, and I’ll upset him.” + </p> + <p> + Simon, who, though younger, was braver than Peter, without hesitation + followed directions. He threw himself on the ground and grasped Gilbert by + the legs, while Peter, doubling up his fists, made a rush at his enemy. + But Gilbert, swiftly eluding Simon, struck out with his right arm, and + Peter, unprepared for so forcible a defense, tumbled over on his back, and + Simon ran to his assistance. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert put himself on guard, expecting a second attack; but Peter + apparently thought it wiser to fight with his tongue. + </p> + <p> + “You rascal!” he shrieked, almost foaming at the mouth; “I’ll have you + arrested.” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” asked Gilbert, coolly. + </p> + <p> + “For flying at me like a—a tiger, and trying to kill me.” + </p> + <p> + Gilbert laughed at this curious version of things. + </p> + <p> + “I thought it was you who flew at me,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “What business had you to interfere with me?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll do it again unless you give up firing stones at the cat.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll do it as long as I like.” + </p> + <p> + “She’s gone!” said Simon. + </p> + <p> + The boys looked up into the tree, and could see nothing of puss. She had + taken the opportunity, when her assailant was otherwise occupied, to make + good her escape. + </p> + <p> + “I’m glad of it!” said Gilbert. “Good-morning, boys! When we meet again, I + hope you will be more creditably employed.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t get off so easy, you loafer,” said Peter, who saw the village + constable approaching. “Here, Mr. Rogers, I want you to arrest this boy.” + </p> + <p> + Constable Rogers, who was a stout, broad-shouldered man, nearly six feet + in height, turned from one to the other, and asked: “What has he done?” + </p> + <p> + “He knocked me over. I want him arrested for assault and battery.” + </p> + <p> + “And what did you do?” + </p> + <p> + “I? I didn’t do anything.” + </p> + <p> + “That is rather strange. Young man, what is your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert Vance.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t live in this town?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I live in Warren.” + </p> + <p> + “What made you attack Peter?” + </p> + <p> + “Because he flew at me, and I had to defend myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this so, Simon? You saw all that happened.” + </p> + <p> + “Ye—es,” admitted Simon, unwillingly. + </p> + <p> + “That puts a different face on the matter. I don’t see how I can arrest + this boy. He had a right to defend himself.” + </p> + <p> + “He came up and abused me—the loafer,” said Peter. + </p> + <p> + “That was the reason you went at him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you anything to say?” asked the constable, addressing Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; when I came up I saw this boy firing stones at a cat, who had + taken refuge in that tree over there. He had just hit her, and had picked + up a larger stone to fire when I ordered him to drop it.” + </p> + <p> + “It was no business of yours,” muttered Peter. + </p> + <p> + “I made it my business, and will again.” + </p> + <p> + “Did the cat have a white spot on her forehead?” asked the constable. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And was mouse colored?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, it’s my little girl’s cat. She would be heartbroken if the cat were + seriously hurt. You young rascal!” he continued, turning suddenly upon + Peter, and shaking him vigorously. “Let me catch you at this business + again, and I’ll give you such a warming that you’ll never want to touch + another cat.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me go!” cried the terrified boy. “I didn’t know it was your cat.” + </p> + <p> + “It would have been just as bad if it had been somebody else’s cat. I’ve a + great mind to put you in the lockup.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, don’t, please don’t, Mr. Rogers!” implored Peter, quite + panic-stricken. + </p> + <p> + “Will you promise never to stone another cat?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then go about your business.” + </p> + <p> + Peter lost no time, but scuttled up the street with his companion. + </p> + <p> + “I am much obliged to you for protecting Flora’s cat,” then said the + constable to Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “You are quite welcome, sir. I won’t see any animal abused if I can help + it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right there.” + </p> + <p> + “Wasn’t that boy Peter Cook?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Don’t you know him?” + </p> + <p> + “No; but I know his stepbrother, Carl.” + </p> + <p> + “A different sort of boy! Have you come to visit him?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he is visiting me. In fact, he has left home, because he could not + stand his step-mother’s ill-treatment, and I have come to see his father + in his behalf.” + </p> + <p> + “He has had an uncomfortable home. Dr. Crawford is an invalid, and very + much under the influence of his wife, who seems to have a spite against + Carl, and is devoted to that young cub to whom you have given a lesson. + Does Carl want to come back?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he wants to strike out for himself, but I told him it was no more + than right that he should receive some help from his father.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true enough. For nearly all the doctor’s money came to him + through Carl’s mother.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid Peter and his mother won’t give me a very cordial welcome + after what has happened this morning. I wish I could see the doctor + alone.” + </p> + <p> + “So you can, for there he is coming up the street.” + </p> + <p> + Gilbert looked in the direction indicated, and his glance fell on a thin, + fragile-looking man, evidently an invalid, with a weak, undecided face, + who was slowly approaching. + </p> + <p> + The boy advanced to meet him, and, taking off his hat, asked politely: “Is + this Dr. Crawford?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> + <h3> + AN IMPORTANT CONFERENCE. + </h3> + <p> + Dr. Crawford stopped short, and eyed Gilbert attentively. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know you,” he said, in a querulous tone. + </p> + <p> + “I am a schoolmate of your son, Carl. My name is Gilbert Vance.” + </p> + <p> + “If you have come to see my son you will be disappointed. He has treated + me in a shameful manner. He left home yesterday morning, and I don’t know + where he is.” + </p> + <p> + “I can tell you, sir. He is staying—for a day or two—at my + father’s house.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is that?” asked Dr. Crawford, his manner showing that he was + confused. + </p> + <p> + “In Warren, thirteen miles from here.” + </p> + <p> + “I know the town. What induced him to go to your house? Have you + encouraged him to leave home?” inquired Dr. Crawford, with a look of + displeasure. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. It was only by chance that I met him a mile from our home. I + induced him to stay overnight.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you bring me any message from him?” “No, sir, except that he is going + to strike out for himself, as he thinks his home an unhappy one.” + </p> + <p> + “That is his own fault. He has had enough to eat and enough to wear. He + has had as comfortable a home as yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t doubt that, but he complains that his stepmother is continually + finding fault with him, and scolding him.” + </p> + <p> + “He provokes her to do it. He is a headstrong, obstinate boy.” + </p> + <p> + “He never had that reputation at school, sir. We all liked him.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you mean to imply that I am in fault?” said the doctor, warmly. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think you know how badly Mrs. Crawford treats Carl, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, of course. That is always said of a stepmother.” + </p> + <p> + “Not always, sir. I have a stepmother myself, and no own mother could + treat me better.” + </p> + <p> + “You are probably a better boy.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t accept the compliment. I hope you’ll excuse me saying it, Dr. + Crawford, but if my stepmother treated me as Carl says Mrs. Crawford + treats him I wouldn’t stay in the house another day.” + </p> + <p> + “Really, this is very annoying,” said Dr. Crawford, irritably. “Have you + come here from Warren to say this?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, not entirely.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps Carl wants me to receive him back. I will do so if he promises to + obey his stepmother.” + </p> + <p> + “That he won’t do, I am sure.” + </p> + <p> + “Then what is the object of your visit?” + </p> + <p> + “To say that Carl wants and intends to earn his own living. But it is hard + for a boy of his age, who has never worked, to earn enough at first to pay + for his board and clothes. He asks, or, rather, I ask for him, that you + will allow him a small sum, say three or four dollars a week, which is + considerably less than he must cost you at home, for a time until he gets + on his feet.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know,” said Dr. Crawford, in a vacillating tone. “I don’t think + Mrs. Crawford would approve this.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me you are the one to decide, as Carl is your own son. Peter + must cost you a good deal more.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know Peter?” + </p> + <p> + “I have met him,” answered Gilbert, with a slight smile. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know what to say. You may be right. Peter does cost me more.” + </p> + <p> + “And Carl is entitled to be treated as well as he.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I ought to speak to Mrs. Crawford about it. And, by the way, I + nearly forgot to say that she charges Carl with taking money from her + bureau drawer before he went away. It was a large sum, too—twenty-five + dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “That is false!” exclaimed Gilbert, indignantly. “I am surprised that you + should believe such a thing of your own son.” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Crawford says she has proof,” said the doctor, hesitating. + </p> + <p> + “Then what has he done with the money? I know that he has but thirty-seven + cents with him at this time, and he only left home yesterday. If the money + has really been taken, I think I know who took it.” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” + </p> + <p> + “Peter Cook. He looks mean enough for anything.” + </p> + <p> + “What right have you to speak so of Peter?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I caught him stoning a cat this morning. He would have killed the + poor thing if I had not interfered. I consider that worse than taking + money.” + </p> + <p> + “I—I don’t know what to say. I can’t agree to anything till I have + spoken with Mrs. Crawford. Did you say that Carl had but thirty seven + cents?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I presume you don’t want him to starve?” + </p> + <p> + “No, of course not. He is my son, though he has behaved badly. Here, give + him that!” and Dr. Crawford drew a ten-dollar bill from his wallet, and + handed it to Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir. This money will be very useful. Besides, it will show + Carl that his father is not wholly indifferent to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course not. Who says that I am a bad father?” asked Dr. Crawford, + peevishly. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think, sir, there would be any difficulty between you and Carl if + you had not married again.” + </p> + <p> + “Carl has no right to vex Mrs. Crawford. Besides, he can’t agree with + Peter.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that his fault or Peter’s?” asked Gilbert, significantly. + </p> + <p> + “I am not acquainted with the circumstances, but Mrs. Crawford says that + Carl is always bullying Peter.” + </p> + <p> + “He never bullied anyone at school.” + </p> + <p> + “Is there anything, else you want?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; Carl only took away a little underclothing in a gripsack. He + would like his woolen clothes put in his trunk, and to have it sent——” + </p> + <p> + “Where?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps it had better be sent to my house. There are one or two things in + his room also that he asked me to get.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn’t he come himself?” + </p> + <p> + “Because he thought it would be unpleasant for him to meet Mrs. Crawford. + They would be sure to quarrel.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, perhaps he is right,” said Dr. Crawford, with an air of relief. + “About the allowance, I shall have to consult my wife. Will you come with + me to the house?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I should like to have the matter settled to-day, so that Carl + will know what to depend upon.” + </p> + <p> + Gilbert rather dreaded the interview he was likely to have with Mrs. + Crawford; but he was acting for Carl, and his feelings of friendship were + strong. + </p> + <p> + So he walked beside Dr. Crawford till they reached the tasteful dwelling + occupied as a residence by Carl and his father. + </p> + <p> + “How happy Carl could be here, if he had a stepmother like mine,” Gilbert + thought. + </p> + <p> + They went up to the front door, which was opened for them by a servant. + </p> + <p> + “Jane, is Mrs. Crawford in?” asked the doctor. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; not just now. She went to the village to do some shopping.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Peter in?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you will have to wait till they return.” + </p> + <p> + “Can’t I go up to Carl’s room and be packing his things?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I think you may. I don’t think Mrs. Crawford would object.” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens! Hasn’t the man a mind of his own?” thought Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “Jane, you may show this young gentleman up to Master Carl’s room, and + give him the key of his trunk. He is going to pack his clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “When is Master Carl coming back?” asked Jane. + </p> + <p> + “I—I don’t know. I think he will be away for a time.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish it was Peter instead of him,” said Jane, in a low voice, only + audible to Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + She showed Gilbert the way upstairs, while the doctor went to his study. + </p> + <p> + “Are you a friend of Master Carl’s?” asked Jane, as soon as they were + alone. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “And where is he?” + </p> + <p> + “At my house.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he goin’ to stay there?” + </p> + <p> + “For a short time. He wants to go out into the world and make his own + living.” + </p> + <p> + “And no wonder—poor boy! It’s hard times he had here.” + </p> + <p> + “Didn’t Mrs. Crawford treat him well?” asked Gilbert, with curiosity + </p> + <p> + “Is it trate him well? She was a-jawin’ an’ a-jawin’ him from mornin’ till + night. Ugh, but she’s an ugly cr’atur’!” + </p> + <p> + “How about Peter?” + </p> + <p> + “He’s just as bad—the m’anest bye I iver set eyes on. It would do me + good to see him flogged.” + </p> + <p> + She chatted a little longer with Gilbert, helping him to find Carl’s + clothes, when suddenly a shrill voice was heard calling her from below. + </p> + <p> + “Shure, it’s the madam!” said Jane, shrugging her shoulders. “I expect + she’s in a temper;” and she rose from her knees and hurried downstairs. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> + <h3> + CARL’S STEPMOTHER. + </h3> + <p> + Five minutes later, as Gilbert was closing the trunk, Jane reappeared. + </p> + <p> + “The doctor and Mrs. Crawford would like to see you downstairs,” she said. + </p> + <p> + Gilbert followed Jane into the library, where Dr. Crawford and his wife + were seated. He looked with interest at the woman who had made home so + disagreeable to Carl, and was instantly prejudiced against her. She was + light complexioned, with very light-brown hair, cold, gray eyes, and a + disagreeable expression which seemed natural to her. + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” said the doctor, “this is the young man who has come from + Carl.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford surveyed Gilbert with an expression by no means friendly. + </p> + <p> + “What is your name?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Gilbert Vance.” + </p> + <p> + “Did Carl Crawford send you here?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I volunteered to come.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he tell you that he was disobedient and disrespectful to me?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he told me that you treated him so badly that he was unwilling to + live in the same house with you,” answered Gilbert, boldly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, upon my word!” exclaimed Mrs. Crawford, fanning herself vigorously. + “Dr. Crawford, did you hear that?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “And what do you think of it?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I think you may have been too hard upon Carl.” + </p> + <p> + “Too hard? Why, then, did he not treat me respectfully? This boy seems + inclined to be impertinent.” + </p> + <p> + “I answered your questions, madam,” said Gilbert, coldly. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you side with your friend Carl?” + </p> + <p> + “I certainly do.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford bit her lip. + </p> + <p> + “What is the object of your coming? Does Carl wish to return?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought Dr. Crawford might have told you.” + </p> + <p> + “Carl wants his clothes sent to him,” said the doctor. “He only carried a + few with him.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not consent to it. He deserves no favors at our hands.” + </p> + <p> + This was too much even for Dr. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “You go too far, Mrs. Crawford,” he said. “I am sensible of the boy’s + faults, but I certainly will not allow his clothes to be withheld from + him.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well! spoil him if you choose!” said the lady, sullenly. “Take his + part against your wife!” + </p> + <p> + “I have never done that, but I will not allow him to be defrauded of his + clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no more to say,” said Mrs. Crawford, her eyes snapping. She was + clearly mortified at her failure to carry her point. + </p> + <p> + “Do you wish the trunk to be sent to your house?” asked the doctor. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I have packed the clothes and locked the trunk.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to examine it before it goes,” put in Mrs. Crawford, + spitefully. + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “To make sure that nothing has been put in that does not belong to Carl.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean to accuse me of stealing, madam?” demanded Gilbert, + indignantly. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford tossed her head. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know anything about you,” she replied. + </p> + <p> + “Dr. Crawford, am I to open the trunk?” asked Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered the doctor, with unwonted decision. + </p> + <p> + “I hate that boy! He has twice subjected me to mortification,” thought + Mrs. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “You know very well,” she said, turning to her husband, “that I have + grounds for my request. I blush to mention it, but I have reason to + believe that your son took a wallet containing twenty-five dollars from my + bureau drawer.” + </p> + <p> + “I deny it!” said Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “What do you know about it, I should like to ask?” sneered Mrs. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “I know that Carl is an honorable boy, incapable of theft, and at this + moment has but thirty-seven cents in his possession.” + </p> + <p> + “So far as you know.” + </p> + <p> + “If the money has really disappeared, madam, you had better ask your own + boy about it.” + </p> + <p> + “This is insufferable!” exclaimed Mrs. Crawford, her light eyes emitting + angry flashes. “Who dares to say that Peter took the wallet?” she went on, + rising to her feet. + </p> + <p> + There was an unexpected reply. Jane entered the room at this moment to ask + a question. + </p> + <p> + “I say so, ma’am,” she rejoined. + </p> + <p> + “What?” ejaculated Mrs. Crawford, with startling emphasis. + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t mean to say anything about it till I found you were charging it + on Master Carl. I saw Peter open your bureau drawer, take out the wallet, + and put it in his pocket.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s a lie!” said Mrs. Crawford, hoarsely. + </p> + <p> + “It’s the truth, though I suppose you don’t want to believe it. If you + want to know what he did with the money ask him how much he paid for the + gold ring he bought of the jeweler down at the village.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a spy—a base, dishonorable spy!” cried Mrs. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “I won’t say what you are, ma’am, to bring false charges against Master + Carl, and I wonder the doctor will believe them.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave the house directly, you hussy!” shrieked Mrs. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “If I do, I wonder who’ll get the dinner?” remarked Jane, not at all + disturbed. + </p> + <p> + “I won’t stay here to be insulted,” said the angry lady. “Dr. Crawford, + you might have spirit enough to defend your wife.” + </p> + <p> + She flounced out of the room, not waiting for a reply, leaving the doctor + dazed and flurried. + </p> + <p> + “I hope, sir, you are convinced now that Carl did not take Mrs. Crawford’s + money,” said Gilbert. “I told you it was probably Peter.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure of what you said, Jane?” asked the doctor. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. I saw Peter take the wallet with my own eyes.” + </p> + <p> + “It is his mother’s money, and they must settle it between them I am glad + Carl did not take it. Really, this has been a very unpleasant scene.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry for my part in it. Carl is my friend, and I feel that I ought + to stand up for his rights,” remarked Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, certainly, that is right. But you see how I am placed.” + </p> + <p> + “I see that this is no place for Carl. If you will allow me, I will send + an expressman for the trunk, and take it with me to the station.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I see no objection. I—I would invite you to dinner, but Mrs. + Crawford seems to be suffering from a nervous attack, and it might not be + pleasant.” + </p> + <p> + “I agree with you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Just then Peter entered the room, and looked at Gilbert with surprise and + wrath, remembering his recent discomfiture at the hands of the young + visitor. + </p> + <p> + “My stepson, Peter,” announced Dr. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “Peter and I have met before,” said Gilbert, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “What are you here for?” asked Peter, rudely. + </p> + <p> + “Not to see you,” answered Gilbert, turning from him. + </p> + <p> + “My mother’ll have something to say to you,” went on Peter, significantly. + </p> + <p> + “She will have something to say to you,” retorted Gilbert. “She has found + out who stole her money.” + </p> + <p> + Peter’s face turned scarlet instantly, and he left the room hurriedly. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I ought not to have said that, Dr Crawford,” added Gilbert, + apologetically, “but I dislike that boy very much, and couldn’t help + giving him as good as he sent.” + </p> + <p> + “It is all very unpleasant,” responded Dr. Crawford, peevishly. “I don’t + see why I can’t live in peace and tranquility.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t intrude upon you any longer,” said Gilbert, “if you will kindly + tell me whether you will consent to make Carl a small weekly allowance.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t say now. I want time to think. Give me your address, and I will + write to Carl in your care.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Gilbert left the house and made arrangements to have Carl’s trunk called + for. It accompanied him on the next train to Warren. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> + <h3> + Mrs. CRAWFORD’S LETTER. + </h3> + <p> + “How did you like my stepmother?” asked Carl, when Gilbert returned in the + afternoon. + </p> + <p> + “She’s a daisy!” answered Gilbert, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t think + I ever saw a more disagreeable woman.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you blame me for leaving home?” + </p> + <p> + “I only wonder you have been able to stay so long. I had a long + conversation with your father.” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Crawford has made a different man of him. I should have no trouble + in getting along with him if there was no one to come between us.” + </p> + <p> + “He gave me this for you,” said Gilbert, producing the ten-dollar bill. + </p> + <p> + “Did my stepmother know of his sending it?” + </p> + <p> + “No; she was opposed to sending your trunk, but your father said + emphatically you should have it.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad he showed that much spirit.” + </p> + <p> + “I have some hopes that he will make you an allowance of a few dollars a + week.” + </p> + <p> + “That would make me all right, but I don’t expect it.” + </p> + <p> + “You will probably hear from your father to-morrow or next day, so you + will have to make yourself contented a little longer.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you are not very homesick, Mr. Crawford?” said Julia, + coquettishly. + </p> + <p> + “I would ask nothing better than to stay here permanently,” rejoined Carl, + earnestly. “This is a real home. I have met with more kindness here than + in six months at my own home.” + </p> + <p> + “You have one staunch friend at home,” said Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t allude to Peter?” + </p> + <p> + “So far as I can judge, he hates you like poison. I mean Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jane is a real friend. She has been in the family for ten years. She + was a favorite with my own mother, and feels an interest in me.” + </p> + <p> + “By the way, your stepmother’s charge that you took a wallet containing + money from her drawer has been disproved by Jane. She saw Peter + abstracting the money, and so informed Mrs. Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not at all surprised. Peter is mean enough to steal or do anything + else. What did my stepmother say?” + </p> + <p> + “She was very angry, and threatened to discharge Jane; but, as no one + would be left to attend to the dinner, I presume she is likely to stay.” + </p> + <p> + “I ought to be forming some plan,” said Carl, thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “Wait till you hear from home. Julia will see that your time is well + filled up till then. Dismiss all care, and enjoy yourself while you may.” + </p> + <p> + This seemed to be sensible advice, and Carl followed it. In the evening + some young people were invited in, and there was a round of amusements + that made Carl forget that he was an exile from home, with very dubious + prospects. + </p> + <p> + “You are all spoiling me,” he said, as Gilbert and he went upstairs to + bed. “I am beginning to understand the charms of home. To go out into the + world from here will be like taking a cold shower bath.” + </p> + <p> + “Never forget, Carl, that you will be welcome back, whenever you feel like + coming,” said Gilbert, laying his band affectionately on Carl’s shoulder. + “We all like you here.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, old fellow! I appreciate the kindness I have received here; + but I must strike out for myself.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you feel about it, Carl?” + </p> + <p> + “I hope for the best. I am young, strong and willing to work. There must + be an opening for me somewhere.” + </p> + <p> + The next morning, just after breakfast, a letter arrived for Carl, mailed + at Edgewood Center. + </p> + <p> + “Is it from your father?” asked Gilbert. + </p> + <p> + “No; it is in the handwriting of my stepmother. I can guess from that that + it contains no good news.” + </p> + <p> + He opened the letter, and as he read it his face expressed disgust and + annoyance. + </p> + <p> + “Read it, Gilbert,” he said, handing him the open sheet. + </p> + <p> + This was the missive: + </p> + <p> + “CARL CRAWFORD:—AS your father has a nervous attack, brought on by + your misconduct, he has authorized me to write to you. As you are but + sixteen, he could send for you and have you forcibly brought back, but + deems it better for you to follow your own course and suffer the + punishment of your obstinate and perverse conduct. The boy whom you sent + here proved a fitting messenger. He seems, if possible, to be even worse + than yourself. He was very impertinent to me, and made a brutal and + unprovoked attack on my poor boy, Peter, whose devotion to your father and + myself forms an agreeable contrast to your studied disregard of our + wishes. + </p> + <p> + “Your friend had the assurance to ask for a weekly allowance for you while + a voluntary exile from the home where you have been only too well treated. + In other words, you want to be paid for your disobedience. Even if your + father were weak enough to think of complying with this extraordinary + request, I should do my best to dissuade him.” + </p> + <p> + “Small doubt of that!” said Carl, bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “In my sorrow for your waywardness, I am comforted by the thought that + Peter is too good and conscientious ever to follow your example. While you + are away, he will do his utmost to make up to your father for his + disappointment in you. That you may grow wise in time, and turn at length + from the error of your ways, is the earnest hope of your stepmother, + </p> + <p> + “Anastasia Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + “It makes me sick to read such a letter as that, Gilbert,” said Carl. “And + to have that sneak and thief—as he turned out to be—Peter, set + up as a model for me, is a little too much.” + </p> + <p> + “I never knew there were such women in the world!” returned Gilbert. “I + can understand your feelings perfectly, after my interview of yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “She thinks even worse of you than of me,” said Carl, with a faint smile. + </p> + <p> + “I have no doubt Peter shares her sentiments. I didn’t make many friends + in your family, it must be confessed.” + </p> + <p> + “You did me a service, Gilbert, and I shall not soon forget it.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did your stepmother come from?” asked Gilbert, thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. My father met her at some summer resort. She was staying in + the same boarding house, she and the angelic Peter. She lost no time in + setting her cap for my father, who was doubtless reported to her as a man + of property, and she succeeded in capturing him.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder at that. She doesn’t seem very fascinating.” + </p> + <p> + “She made herself very agreeable to my father, and was even affectionate + in her manner to me, though I couldn’t get to like her. The end was that + she became Mrs. Crawford. Once installed in our house, she soon threw off + the mask and showed herself in her true colors, a cold-hearted, selfish + and disagreeable woman.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder your father doesn’t recognize her for what she is.” + </p> + <p> + “She is very artful, and is politic enough to treat him well. She has lost + no opportunity of prejudicing him against me. If he were not an invalid + she would find her task more difficult.” + </p> + <p> + “Did she have any property when your father married her?” + </p> + <p> + “Not that I have been able to discover. She is scheming to have my father + leave the lion’s share of his property to her and Peter. I dare say she + will succeed.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us hope your father will live till you are a young man, at least, and + better able to cope with her.” + </p> + <p> + “I earnestly hope so.” + </p> + <p> + “Your father is not an old man.” + </p> + <p> + “He is fifty-one, but he is not strong. I believe he has liver complaint. + At any rate, I know that when, at my stepmother’s instigation, he applied + to an insurance company to insure his life for her benefit, the + application was rejected.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t know anything of Mrs. Crawford’s antecedents?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “What was her name before she married your father?” + </p> + <p> + “She was a Mrs. Cook. That, as you know, is Peter’s name.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps, in your travels, you may learn something of her history.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t leave us to-morrow?” + </p> + <p> + “I must go to-day. I know now that I must depend wholly upon my own + exertions, and I must get to work as soon as possible.” + </p> + <p> + “You will write to me, Carl?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, when I have anything agreeable to write.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us hope that will be soon.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> + <h3> + ENDS IN A TRAGEDY. + </h3> + <p> + Carl obtained permission to leave his trunk at the Vance mansion, merely + taking out what he absolutely needed for a change. + </p> + <p> + “When I am settled I will send for it,” he said. “Now I shouldn’t know + what to do with it.” + </p> + <p> + There were cordial good-bys, and Carl started once more on the tramp. He + might, indeed, have traveled by rail, for he had ten dollars and + thirty-seven cents; but it occurred to him that in walking he might meet + with some one who would give him employment. Besides, he was not in a + hurry to get on, nor had he any definite destination. The day was fine, + there was a light breeze, and he experienced a hopeful exhilaration as he + walked lightly on, with the world before him, and any number of + possibilities in the way of fortunate adventures that might befall him. + </p> + <p> + He had walked five miles, when, to the left, he saw an elderly man hard at + work in a hay field. He was leaning on his rake, and looking perplexed and + troubled. Carl paused to rest, and as he looked over the rail fence, + attracted the attention of the farmer. + </p> + <p> + “I say, young feller, where are you goin’?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know—exactly.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t know where you are goin’?” repeated the farmer, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + Carl laughed. “I am going out in the world to seek my fortune,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “You be? Would you like a job?” asked the farmer, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “What sort of a job?” + </p> + <p> + “I’d like to have you help me hayin’. My hired man is sick, and he’s left + me in a hole. It’s goin’ to rain, and——” + </p> + <p> + “Going to rain?” repeated Carl, in surprise, as he looked up at the nearly + cloudless sky. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. It don’t look like it, I know, but old Job Hagar say it’ll rain + before night, and what he don’t know about the weather ain’t worth + knowin’. I want to get the hay on this meadow into the barn, and then I’ll + feel safe, rain or shine.” + </p> + <p> + “And you want me to help you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; you look strong and hardy.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I am pretty strong,” said Carl, complacently. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what do you say?” + </p> + <p> + “All right. I’ll help you.” + </p> + <p> + Carl gave a spring and cleared the fence, landing in the hay field, having + first thrown his valise over. + </p> + <p> + “You’re pretty spry,” said the farmer. “I couldn’t do that.” + </p> + <p> + “No, you’re too heavy,” said Carl, smiling, as he noted the clumsy figure + of his employer. “Now, what shall I do?” + </p> + <p> + “Take that rake and rake up the hay. Then we’ll go over to the barn and + get the hay wagon.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is your barn?” + </p> + <p> + The farmer pointed across the fields to a story-and-a-half farmhouse, and + standing near it a good-sized barn, brown from want of paint and exposure + to sun and rain. The buildings were perhaps twenty-five rods distant. + </p> + <p> + “Are you used to hayin’?” asked the farmer. + </p> + <p> + “Well, no, not exactly; though I’ve handled a rake before.” + </p> + <p> + Carl’s experience, however, had been very limited. He had, to be sure, had + a rake in his hand, but probably he had not worked more than ten minutes + at it. However, raking is easily learned, and his want of experience was + not detected. He started off with great enthusiasm, but after a while + thought it best to adopt the more leisurely movements of the farmer. After + two hours his hands began to blister, but still he kept on. + </p> + <p> + “I have got to make my living by hard work,” he said to himself, “and it + won’t do to let such a little thing as a blister interfere.” + </p> + <p> + When he had been working a couple of hours, he began to feel hungry. His + walk, and the work he had been doing, sharpened his appetite till he + really felt uncomfortable. It was at this time—just twelve o’clock—that + the farmer’s wife came to the front door and blew a fish horn so + vigorously that it could probably have been heard half a mile. + </p> + <p> + “The old woman’s got dinner ready,” said the farmer. “If you don’t mind + takin’ your pay in victuals, you can go along home with me, and take a + bite.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I could take two or three, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Ho, ho! that’s a good joke! Money’s scarce, and I’d rather pay in + victuals, if it’s all the same to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you generally find people willing to work for their board?” asked + Carl, who knew that he was being imposed upon. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I might pay a leetle more. You work for me till sundown, and I’ll + give you dinner and supper, and—fifteen cents.” + </p> + <p> + Carl wanted to laugh. At this rate of compensation he felt that it would + take a long time to make a fortune, but he was so hungry that he would + have accepted board alone if it had been necessary. + </p> + <p> + “I agree,” he said. “Shall I leave my rake here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it’ll be all right.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll take along my valise, for I can’t afford to run any risk of losing + it.” + </p> + <p> + “Jest as you say.” + </p> + <p> + Five minutes brought them to the farmhouse. + </p> + <p> + “Can I wash my hands?” asked Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you can go right to the sink and wash in the tin basin. There’s a + roll towel behind the door. Mis’ Perkins”—that was the way he + addressed his wife—“this is a young chap that I’ve hired to help me + hayin’. You can set a chair for him at the table.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, Silas. He don’t look very old, though.” + </p> + <p> + “No, ma’am. I ain’t twenty-one yet,” answered Carl, who was really + sixteen. + </p> + <p> + “I shouldn’t say you was. You ain’t no signs of a mustache.” + </p> + <p> + “I keep it short, ma’am, in warm weather,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “It don’t dull a razor any to cut it in cold weather, does it?” asked the + farmer, chuckling at his joke. + </p> + <p> + “Well, no, sir; I can’t say it does.” + </p> + <p> + It was a boiled dinner that the farmer’s wife provided, corned beef and + vegetables, but the plebeian meal seemed to Carl the best he ever ate. + Afterwards there was apple pudding, to which he did equal justice. + </p> + <p> + “I never knew work improved a fellow’s appetite so,” reflected the young + traveler. “I never ate with so much relish at home.” + </p> + <p> + After dinner they went back to the field and worked till the supper hour, + five o’clock. By that time all the hay had been put into the barn. + </p> + <p> + “We’ve done a good day’s work,” said the farmer, in a tone of + satisfaction, “and only just in time. Do you see that dark cloud?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “In half an hour there’ll be rain, or I’m mistaken. Old Job Hagar is right + after all.” + </p> + <p> + The farmer proved a true prophet. In half an hour, while they were at the + supper table, the rain began to come down in large drops—forming + pools in the hollows of the ground, and drenching all exposed objects with + the largesse of the heavens. + </p> + <p> + “Where war you a-goin’ to-night?” asked the farmer. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I was thinkin’ that I’d give you a night’s lodgin’ in place of the + fifteen cents I agreed to pay you. Money’s very skeerce with me, and will + be till I’ve sold off some of the crops.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to make that arrangement,” said Carl, who had been + considering how much the farmer would ask for lodging, for there seemed + small chance of continuing his journey. Fifteen cents was a lower price + than he had calculated on. + </p> + <p> + “That’s a sensible idea!” said the farmer, rubbing his hands with + satisfaction at the thought that he had secured valuable help at no money + outlay whatever. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Carl continued his tramp, refusing the offer of continued + employment on the same terms. He was bent on pursuing his journey, though + he did not know exactly where he would fetch up in the end. + </p> + <p> + At twelve o’clock that day he found himself in the outskirts of a town, + with the same uncomfortable appetite that he had felt the day before, but + with no hotel or restaurant anywhere near. There was, however, a small + house, the outer door of which stood conveniently open. Through the open + window, Carl saw a table spread as if for dinner, and he thought it + probable that he could arrange to become a boarder for a single meal. He + knocked at the door, but no one came. He shouted out: “Is anybody at + home?” and received no answer. He went to a small barn just outside and + peered in, but no one was to be seen. + </p> + <p> + What should he do? He was terribly hungry, and the sight of the food on + the table was tantalizing. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go in, as the door is open,” he decided, “and sit down to the table + and eat. Somebody will be along before I get through, and I’ll pay + whatever is satisfactory, for eat I must.” + </p> + <p> + He entered, seated himself, and ate heartily. Still no one appeared. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t want to go off without paying,” thought Carl. “I’ll see if I can + find somebody.” + </p> + <p> + He opened the door into the kitchen, but it was deserted. Then he opened + that of a small bedroom, and started back in terror and dismay. + </p> + <p> + There suspended from a hook—a man of middle age was hanging, with + his head bent forward, his eyes wide open, and his tongue protruding from + his mouth! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. + </h2> + <h3> + CARL FALLS UNDER SUSPICION. + </h3> + <p> + To a person of any age such a sight as that described at the close of the + last chapter might well have proved startling. To a boy like Carl it was + simply overwhelming. It so happened that he had but twice seen a dead + person, and never a victim of violence. The peculiar circumstances + increased the effect upon his mind. + </p> + <p> + He placed his hand upon the man’s face, and found that he was still warm. + He could have been dead but a short time. + </p> + <p> + “What shall I do?” thought Carl, perplexed. “This is terrible!” + </p> + <p> + Then it flashed upon him that as he was alone with the dead man suspicion + might fall upon him as being concerned in what might be called a murder. + </p> + <p> + “I had better leave here at once,” he reflected. “I shall have to go away + without paying for my meal.” + </p> + <p> + He started to leave the house, but had scarcely reached the door when two + persons—a man and a woman—entered. Both looked at Carl with + suspicion. + </p> + <p> + “What are you doing here?” asked the man. + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon,” answered Carl; “I was very hungry, and seeing no one + about, took the liberty to sit down at the table and eat. I am willing to + pay for my dinner if you will tell me how much it amounts to.” + </p> + <p> + “Wasn’t my husband here?” asked the woman. + </p> + <p> + “I—I am afraid something has happened to your husband,” faltered + Carl. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + Carl silently pointed to the chamber door. The woman opened it, and + uttered a loud shriek. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Walter!” she cried. + </p> + <p> + Her companion quickly came to her side. + </p> + <p> + “My husband is dead!” cried the woman; “basely murdered, and there,” + pointing fiercely to Carl, “there stands the murderer!” + </p> + <p> + “Madam, you cannot believe this!” said Carl, naturally agitated. + </p> + <p> + “What have you to say for yourself?” demanded the man, suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + “I only just saw—your husband,” continued Carl, addressing himself + to the woman. “I had finished my meal, when I began to search for some one + whom I could pay, and so opened this door into the room beyond, when I saw—him + hanging there!” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t believe him, the red-handed murderer!” broke out the woman, + fiercely. “He is probably a thief; he killed my poor husband, and then sat + down like a cold-blooded villain that he is, and gorged himself.” + </p> + <p> + Things began to look very serious for poor Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Your husband is larger and stronger than myself,” he urged, desperately. + “How could I overpower him?” + </p> + <p> + “It looks reasonable, Maria,” said the man. “I don’t see how the boy could + have killed Mr. Brown, or lifted him upon the hook, even if he did not + resist.” + </p> + <p> + “He murdered him, I tell you, he murdered him!” shrieked the woman, who + seemed bereft of reason. “I call upon you to arrest him.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not a constable, Maria.” + </p> + <p> + “Then tie him so he cannot get away, and go for a constable. I wouldn’t + feel safe with him in the house, unless he were tied fast. He might hang + me!” + </p> + <p> + Terrible as the circumstances were, Carl felt an impulse to laugh. It + seemed absurd to hear himself talked of in this way. + </p> + <p> + “Tie me if you like!” he said. “I am willing to wait here till some one + comes who has a little common sense. Just remember that I am only a boy, + and haven’t the strength of a full-grown man!” + </p> + <p> + “The boy is right, Maria! It’s a foolish idea of yours.” + </p> + <p> + “I call upon you to tie the villain!” insisted the woman. + </p> + <p> + “Just as you say! Can you give me some rope?” + </p> + <p> + From a drawer Mrs. Brown drew a quantity of strong cord, and the man + proceeded to tie Carl’s hands. + </p> + <p> + “Tie his feet, too, Walter!” + </p> + <p> + “Even if you didn’t tie me, I would promise to remain here. I don’t want + anybody to suspect me of such a thing,” put in Carl. + </p> + <p> + “How artful he is!” said Mrs. Brown. “Tie him strong, Walter.” + </p> + <p> + The two were left alone, Carl feeling decidedly uncomfortable. The + newly-made widow laid her head upon the table and moaned, glancing + occasionally at the body of her husband, as it still hung suspended from + the hook. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, William, I little expected to find you dead!” she groaned. “I only + went to the store to buy a pound of salt, and when I come back, I find you + cold and still, the victim of a young ruffian! How could you be so + wicked?” she demanded fiercely of Carl. + </p> + <p> + “I have told you that I had nothing to do with your husband’s death, + madam.” + </p> + <p> + “Who killed him, then?” she cried. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. He must have committed suicide.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t think you are going to escape in that way. I won’t rest till I see + you hung!” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I had never entered the house,” thought Carl, uncomfortably. “I + would rather have gone hungry for twenty four hours longer than find + myself in such a position.” + </p> + <p> + Half an hour passed. Then a sound of voices was heard outside, and half a + dozen men entered, including besides the messenger, the constable and a + physician. + </p> + <p> + “Why was he not cut down?” asked the doctor, hastily. “There might have + been a chance to resuscitate him.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t think of it,” said the messenger. “Maria was so excited, and + insisted that the boy murdered him.” + </p> + <p> + “What boy?” + </p> + <p> + Carl was pointed out. + </p> + <p> + “That boy? What nonsense!” exclaimed Dr. Park. “Why, it would be more than + you or I could do to overpower and hang a man weighing one hundred and + seventy-five pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s what I thought, but Maria seemed crazed like.” + </p> + <p> + “I tell you he did it! Are you going to let him go, the red-handed + murderer?” + </p> + <p> + “Loose the cord, and I will question the boy,” said Dr. Park, with an air + of authority. + </p> + <p> + Carl breathed a sigh of relief, when, freed from his bonds, he stood + upright. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll tell you all I know,” he said, “but it won’t throw any light upon + the death.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Park listened attentively, and asked one or two questions. + </p> + <p> + “Did you hear any noise when you were sitting at the table?” he inquired. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Was the door closed?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “That of itself would probably prevent your hearing anything. Mrs. Brown, + at what hour did you leave the house?” + </p> + <p> + “At ten minutes of twelve.” + </p> + <p> + “It is now five minutes of one. The deed must have been committed just + after you left the house. Had you noticed anything out of the way in your—husband’s + manner?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, not much. He was always a silent man.” + </p> + <p> + “Had anything happened to disturb him?” + </p> + <p> + “He got a letter this morning. I don’t know what was in it.” + </p> + <p> + “We had better search for it.” + </p> + <p> + The body was taken down and laid on the bed. Dr. Park searched the + pockets, and found a half sheet of note paper, on which these lines were + written: + </p> + <p> + “Maria:—I have made up my mind I can ive no longer. I have made a + terrible discovery. When I married you, I thought my first wife, who + deserted me four years ago, dead. I learn by a letter received this + morning that she is still living in a town of Illinois. The only thing I + can do is to free you both from my presence. When you come back from the + store you will find me cold and dead. The little that I leave behind I + give to you. If my first wife should come here, as she threatens, you can + tell her so. Good-by. + </p> + <p> + “William.” + </p> + <p> + The reading of this letter made a sensation. Mrs. Brown went into + hysterics, and there was a scene of confusion. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I can go?” Carl asked Dr. Park. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. There is nothing to connect you with the sad event.” + </p> + <p> + Carl gladly left the cottage, and it was only when he was a mile on his + way that he remembered that he had not paid for his dinner, after all. + </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> + A PLAUSIBLE STRANGER. + </h3> + <p> + Three days later found Carl still on his travels. It was his custom to + obtain his meals at a cheap hotel, or, if none were met with, at a + farmhouse, and to secure lodgings where he could, and on as favorable + terms as possible. He realized the need of economy, and felt that he was + practicing it. He had changed his ten-dollar bill the first day, for a + five and several ones. These last were now spent, and the five-dollar bill + alone remained to him. He had earned nothing, though everywhere he had + been on the lookout for a job. + </p> + <p> + Toward the close of the last day he overtook a young man of twenty-five, + who was traveling in the same direction. + </p> + <p> + “Good-afternoon,” said the young man, sociably. + </p> + <p> + “Good-afternoon, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are you bound, may I ask?” + </p> + <p> + “To the next town.” + </p> + <p> + “Fillmore?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if that is the name.” + </p> + <p> + “So am I. Why shouldn’t we travel together?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no objection,” said Carl, who was glad of company. + </p> + <p> + “Are you in any business?” + </p> + <p> + “No, but I hope to find a place.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, a smart boy like you will soon find employment.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope so, I am sure. I haven’t much money left, and it is necessary I + should do something.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so. I am a New York salesman, but just now I am on my vacation—taking + a pedestrian tour with knapsack and staff, as you see. The beauty of it is + that my salary runs on just as if I were at my post, and will nearly pay + all my traveling expenses.” + </p> + <p> + “You are in luck. Besides you have a good place to go back to. There isn’t + any vacancy, is there? You couldn’t take on a boy?” asked Carl, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, there might be a chance,” said the young man, slowly. “You haven’t + any recommendations with you, have you?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I have never been employed.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn’t matter. I will recommend you myself.” + </p> + <p> + “You might be deceived in me,” said Carl, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll take the risk of that. I know a reliable boy when I see him.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. What is the name of your firm?” + </p> + <p> + “F. Brandes & Co., commission merchants, Pearl Street. My own name is + Chauncy Hubbard, at your service.” + </p> + <p> + “I am Carl Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s a good name. I predict that we shall be great chums, if I manage + to get you a place in our establishment.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Mr. Brandes a good man to work for?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he is easy and good-natured. He is liberal to his clerks. What + salary do you think I get?” + </p> + <p> + “I couldn’t guess.” + </p> + <p> + “Forty dollars a week, and I am only twenty-five. Went into the house at + sixteen, and worked my way up.” + </p> + <p> + “You have certainly done well,” said Carl, respectfully. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I’m no slouch, if I do say it myself.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t wonder your income pays the expenses of your vacation trip.” + </p> + <p> + “It ought to, that’s a fact, though I’m rather free handed and like to + spend money. My prospects are pretty good in another direction. Old Fred + Brandes has a handsome daughter, who thinks considerable of your humble + servant.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think there is any chance of marrying her?” asked Carl, with + interest. + </p> + <p> + “I think my chance is pretty good, as the girl won’t look at anybody + else.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Mr. Brandes wealthy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the old man’s pretty well fixed, worth nearly half a million, I + guess.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps he will take you into the firm,” suggested Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Very likely. That’s what I’m working for.” + </p> + <p> + “At any rate, you ought to save something out of your salary.” + </p> + <p> + “I ought, but I haven’t. The fact is, Carl,” said Chauncy Hubbard, in a + burst of confidence, “I have a great mind to make a confession to you.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall feel flattered, I am sure,” said Carl, politely. + </p> + <p> + “I have one great fault—I gamble.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you?” said Carl, rather startled, for he had been brought up very + properly to have a horror of gambling. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I suppose it’s in my blood. My father was a very rich man at one + time, but he lost nearly all his fortune at the gaming table.” + </p> + <p> + “That ought to have been a warning to you, I should think.” + </p> + <p> + “It ought, and may be yet, for I am still a young man.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Hubbard,” said Carl, earnestly, “I feel rather diffident about + advising you, for I am only a boy, but I should think you would give up + such a dangerous habit.” + </p> + <p> + “Say no more, Carl! You are a true friend. I will try to follow your + advice. Give me your hand.” + </p> + <p> + Carl did so, and felt a warm glow of pleasure at the thought that perhaps + he had redeemed his companion from a fascinating vice. + </p> + <p> + “I really wish I had a sensible boy like you to be my constant companion. + I should feel safer.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you really have such a passion for gambling, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; if at the hotel to-night I should see a party playing poker, I could + not resist joining them. Odd, isn’t it?” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad I have no such temptation.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you are lucky. By the way, how much money have you about you?” + </p> + <p> + “Five dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you can do me a favor. I have a ten-dollar bill, which I need to get + me home. Now, I would like to have you keep a part of it for me till I go + away in the morning. Give me your five, and I will hand you ten. Out of + that you can pay my hotel bill and hand me the balance due me in the + morning.” + </p> + <p> + “If you really wish me to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough said. Here is the ten.” + </p> + <p> + Carl took the bill, and gave Mr. Hubbard his five-dollar note. + </p> + <p> + “You are placing considerable confidence in me,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I am, it is true, but I have no fear of being deceived. You are a boy who + naturally inspires confidence.” + </p> + <p> + Carl thought Mr. Chauncy Hubbard a very agreeable and sensible fellow, and + he felt flattered to think that the young man had chosen him as a + guardian, so to speak. + </p> + <p> + “By the way, Carl, you haven’t told me,” said Hubbard, as they pursued + their journey, “how a boy like yourself is forced to work his own way.” + </p> + <p> + “I can tell you the reason very briefly—I have a stepmother.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand. Is your father living?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “But he thinks more of the stepmother than of you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid he does.” + </p> + <p> + “You have my sympathy, Carl. I will do all I can to help you. If you can + only get a place in our establishment, you will be all right. Step by step + you will rise, till you come to stand where I do.” + </p> + <p> + “That would satisfy me. Has Mr. Brandes got another daughter?” + </p> + <p> + “No, there is only one.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall have to be content with the forty dollars a week. If I ever + get it, I will save half.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could.” + </p> + <p> + “You can if you try. Why, you might have two thousand dollars saved up + now, if you had only begun to save in time.” + </p> + <p> + “I have lost more than that at the gaming table. You will think me very + foolish.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do,” said Carl, frankly. + </p> + <p> + “You are right. But here we are almost at the village.” + </p> + <p> + “Is there a good hotel?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—the Fillmore. We will take adjoining rooms if you say so.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well.” + </p> + <p> + “And in the morning you will pay the bill?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly.” + </p> + <p> + The two travelers had a good supper, and retired early, both being + fatigued with the journey. It was not till eight o’clock the next morning + that Carl opened his eyes. He dressed hastily, and went down to breakfast. + He was rather surprised not to see his companion of the day before. + </p> + <p> + “Has Mr. Hubbard come down yet?” he asked at the desk. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he took an early breakfast, and went off by the first train.” + </p> + <p> + “That is strange. I was to pay his bill.” + </p> + <p> + “He paid it himself.” + </p> + <p> + Carl did not know what to make of this. Had Hubbard forgotten that he had + five dollars belonging to him? Fortunately, Carl had his city address, and + could refund the money in New York. + </p> + <p> + “Very well! I will pay my own bill. How much is it?” + </p> + <p> + “A dollar and a quarter.” + </p> + <p> + Carl took the ten-dollar bill from his wallet and tendered it to the + clerk. + </p> + <p> + Instead of changing it at once, the clerk held it up to the light and + examined it critically. + </p> + <p> + “I can’t take that bill,” he said, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Because it is counterfeit.” + </p> + <p> + Carl turned pale, and the room seemed to whirl round. It was all the money + he had. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. + </h2> + <h3> + THE COUNTERFEIT BILL. + </h3> + <p> + “Are you sure it is counterfeit?” asked Carl, very much disturbed. + </p> + <p> + “I am certain of it. I haven’t been handling bank bills for ten years + without being able to tell good money from bad. I’ll trouble you for + another bill.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s all the money I have,” faltered Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, young man,” said the clerk, sternly, “you are trying a bold + game, but it won’t succeed.” + </p> + <p> + “I am trying no game at all,” said Carl, plucking up spirit. “I thought + the bill was good.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did you get it?” + </p> + <p> + “From the man who came with me last evening—Mr. Hubbard.” + </p> + <p> + “The money he gave me was good.” + </p> + <p> + “What did he give you?” + </p> + <p> + “A five-dollar bill.” + </p> + <p> + “It was my five-dollar bill,” said Carl, bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Your story doesn’t seem very probable,” said the clerk, suspiciously. + “How did he happen to get your money, and you his?” + </p> + <p> + “He told me that he would get to gambling, and wished me to take money + enough to pay his bill here. He handed me the ten-dollar bill which you + say is bad, and I gave him five in return. I think now he only wanted to + get good money for bad.” + </p> + <p> + “Your story may be true, or it may not,” said the clerk, whose manner + indicated incredulity. “That is nothing to me. All you have to do is to + pay your hotel bill, and you can settle with Mr. Hubbard when you see + him.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have no other money,” said Carl, desperately. + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall feel justified in ordering your arrest on a charge of + passing, or trying to pass, counterfeit money.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t do that, sir! I will see that you are paid out of the first money I + earn.” + </p> + <p> + “You must think I am soft,” said the clerk, contemptuously. “I have seen + persons of your stripe before. I dare say, if you were searched, more + counterfeit money would be found in your pockets.” + </p> + <p> + “Search me, then!” cried Carl, indignantly. “I am perfectly willing that + you should.” + </p> + <p> + “Haven’t you any relations who will pay your bill?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no one to call upon,” answered Carl, soberly. “Couldn’t you let me + work it out? I am ready to do any kind of work.” + </p> + <p> + “Our list of workers is full,” said the clerk, coldly. + </p> + <p> + Poor Carl! he felt that he was decidedly in a tight place. He had never + before found himself unable to meet his bills, nor would he have been so + placed now but for Hubbard’s rascality. A dollar and a quarter seems a + small sum, but if you are absolutely penniless it might as well be a + thousand. Suppose he should be arrested and the story get into the papers? + How his stepmother would exult in the record of his disgrace! He could + anticipate what she would say. Peter, too, would rejoice, and between them + both his father would be persuaded that he was thoroughly unprincipled. + </p> + <p> + “What have you got in your valise?” asked the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “Only some underclothing. If there were anything of any value I would + cheerfully leave it as security. Wait a minute, though,” he said, with a + sudden thought. “Here is a gold pencil! It is worth five dollars; at any + rate, it cost more than that. I can place that in your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see it.” + </p> + <p> + Carl handed the clerk a neat gold pencil, on which his name was inscribed. + It was evidently of good quality, and found favor with the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll give you a dollar and a quarter for the pencil,” he said, “and call + it square.” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn’t like to sell it,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “You won’t get any more for it.” + </p> + <p> + “I wasn’t thinking of that; but it was given me by my mother, who is now + dead. I would not like to part with anything that she gave me.” + </p> + <p> + “You would prefer to get off scot-free, I suppose?” retorted the clerk, + with a sneer. + </p> + <p> + “No; I am willing to leave it in your hands, but I should like the + privilege of redeeming it when I have the money.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said the clerk, who reflected that in all probability Carl + would never come back for it. “I’ll take it on those conditions.” + </p> + <p> + Carl passed over the pencil with a sigh. He didn’t like to part with it, + even for a short time, but there seemed no help for it. + </p> + <p> + “All right. I will mark you paid.” + </p> + <p> + Carl left the hotel, satchel in hand, and as he passed out into the + street, reflected with a sinking heart that he was now quite penniless. + Where was he to get his dinner, and how was he to provide himself with a + lodging that night? At present he was not hungry, having eaten a hearty + breakfast at the hotel, but by one o’clock he would feel the need of food. + He began to ask himself if, after all, he had not been unwise in leaving + home, no matter how badly he had been treated by his stepmother. There, at + least, he was certain of living comfortably. Now he was in danger of + starvation, and on two occasions already he had incurred suspicion, once + of being concerned in a murder, and just now of passing counterfeit money. + Ought he to have submitted, and so avoided all these perils? + </p> + <p> + “No!” he finally decided; “I won’t give up the ship yet. I am about as + badly off as I can be; I am without a cent, and don’t know where my next + meal is to come from. But my luck may turn—it must turn—it has + turned!” he exclaimed with energy, as his wandering glance suddenly fell + upon a silver quarter of a dollar, nearly covered up with the dust of the + street. “That shall prove a good omen!” + </p> + <p> + He stooped over and picked up the coin, which he put in his vest pocket. + </p> + <p> + It was wonderful how the possession of this small sum of money restored + his courage and raised his spirits. He was sure of a dinner now, at all + events. It looked as if Providence was smiling on him. + </p> + <p> + Two miles farther on Carl overtook a boy of about his own age trudging + along the road with a rake over his shoulder. He wore overalls, and was + evidently a farmer’s boy. + </p> + <p> + “Good-day!” said Carl, pleasantly, noticing that the boy regarded him with + interest. + </p> + <p> + “Good-day!” returned the country lad, rather bashfully. + </p> + <p> + “Can you tell me if there is any place near where I can buy some dinner?” + </p> + <p> + “There ain’t no tavern, if that’s what you mean. I’m goin’ home to dinner + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Where do you live?” + </p> + <p> + “Over yonder.” + </p> + <p> + He pointed to a farmhouse about a dozen rods away. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think your mother would give me some dinner?” + </p> + <p> + “I guess she would. Mam’s real accommodatin’.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you ask her?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; just come along of me.” + </p> + <p> + He turned into the yard, and followed a narrow path to the back door. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll stay here while you ask,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + The boy entered the house, and came out after a brief absence. + </p> + <p> + “Mam says you’re to come in,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Carl, glad at heart, and feeling quite prepared to eat fifty cents’ worth + of dinner, followed the boy inside. + </p> + <p> + A pleasant-looking, matronly woman, plainly but neatly attired, came + forward to greet him. + </p> + <p> + “Nat says you would like to get some dinner,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Carl. “I hope you’ll excuse my applying to you, but your + son tells me there is no hotel near by.” + </p> + <p> + “The nearest one is three miles away from here.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I can hold out so long,” said Carl, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Sit right down with Nat,” said the farmer’s wife, hospitably. “Mr. + Sweetser won’t be home for half an hour. We’ve got enough, such as it is.” + </p> + <p> + Evidently Mrs. Sweetser was a good cook. The dinner consisted of boiled + mutton, with several kinds of vegetables. A cup of tea and two kinds of + pie followed. + </p> + <p> + It was hard to tell which of the two boys did fuller justice to the meal. + Nat had the usual appetite of a healthy farm boy, and Carl, in spite of + his recent anxieties, and narrow escape from serious peril, did not allow + himself to fall behind. + </p> + <p> + “Your mother’s a fine cook!” said Carl, between two mouthfuls. + </p> + <p> + “Ain’t she, though?” answered Nat, his mouth full of pie. + </p> + <p> + When Carl rose from the table he feared that he had eaten more than his + little stock of money would pay for. + </p> + <p> + “How much will it be, Mrs. Sweetser?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you’re quite welcome to all you’ve had,” said the good woman, + cheerily. “It’s plain farmer’s fare.” + </p> + <p> + “I never tasted a better dinner,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Sweetser seemed pleased with the compliment to her cooking. + </p> + <p> + “Come again when you are passing this way,” she said. “You will always be + welcome to a dinner.” + </p> + <p> + Carl thanked her heartily, and pressed on his way. Two hours later, at a + lonely point of the road, an ill-looking tramp, who had been reclining by + the wayside, jumped up, and addressed him in a menacing tone: + </p> + <p> + “Young feller, shell over all the money you have got, or I’ll hurt you! + I’m hard up, and I won’t stand no nonsense.” + </p> + <p> + Carl started and looked into the face of the tramp. It seemed to him that + he had never seen a man more ill-favored, or villainous-looking. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. + </h2> + <h3> + THE ARCHERY PRIZE. + </h3> + <p> + Situated as he was, it seemed, on second thought, rather a joke to Carl to + be attacked by a robber. He had but twenty-five cents in good money about + him, and that he had just picked up by the merest chance. + </p> + <p> + “Do I look like a banker?” he asked, humorously. “Why do you want to rob a + boy?” + </p> + <p> + “The way you’re togged out, you must have something,” growled the tramp, + “and I haven’t got a penny.” + </p> + <p> + “Your business doesn’t seem to pay, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you make fun of me, or I’ll wring your neck! Just hand over your + money and be quick about it! I haven’t time to stand fooling here all + day.” + </p> + <p> + A bright idea came to Carl. He couldn’t spare the silver coin, which + constituted all his available wealth, but he still had the counterfeit + note. + </p> + <p> + “You won’t take all my money, will you?” he said, earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “How much have you got?” asked the tramp, pricking up his ears. + </p> + <p> + Carl, with apparent reluctance, drew out the ten-dollar bill. + </p> + <p> + The tramp’s face lighted up. + </p> + <p> + “Is your name Vanderbilt?” he asked. “I didn’t expect to make such a + haul.” + </p> + <p> + “Can’t you give me back a dollar out of it? I don’t want to lose all I + have.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t got a cent. You’ll have to wait till we meet again. So long, + boy! You’ve helped me out of a scrape.” + </p> + <p> + “Or into one,” thought Carl. + </p> + <p> + The tramp straightened up, buttoned his dilapidated coat, and walked off + with the consciousness of being a capitalist. + </p> + <p> + Carl watched him with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “I hope I won’t meet him after he has discovered that the bill is a + counterfeit,” he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + He congratulated himself upon being still the possessor of twenty-five + cents in silver. It was not much, but it seemed a great deal better than + being penniless. A week before he would have thought it impossible that + such a paltry sum would have made him feel comfortable, but he had passed + through a great deal since then. + </p> + <p> + About the middle of the afternoon he came to a field, in which something + appeared to be going on. Some forty or fifty young persons, boys and + girls, were walking about the grass, and seemed to be preparing for some + interesting event. + </p> + <p> + Carl stopped to rest and look on. + </p> + <p> + “What’s going on here?” he asked of a boy who was sitting on the fence. + </p> + <p> + “It’s a meeting of the athletic association,” said the boy. + </p> + <p> + “What are they doing?” + </p> + <p> + “They try for prizes in jumping, vaulting, archery and so on.” + </p> + <p> + This interested Carl, who excelled in all manly exercises. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose I may stay and look on?” he said, inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “Why, of course. Jump over the fence and I’ll go round with you.” + </p> + <p> + It seemed pleasant to Carl to associate once more with boys of his own + age. Thrown unexpectedly upon his own resources, he had almost forgotten + that he was a boy. Face to face with a cold and unsympathizing world, he + seemed to himself twenty-five at least. + </p> + <p> + “Those who wish to compete for the archery prize will come forward,” + announced Robert Gardiner, a young man of nineteen, who, as Carl learned, + was the president of the association. “You all understand the conditions. + The entry fee to competitors is ten cents. The prize to the most + successful archer is one dollar.” + </p> + <p> + Several boys came forward and paid the entrance fee. + </p> + <p> + “Would you like to compete?” asked Edward Downie, the boy whose + acquaintance Carl had made. + </p> + <p> + “I am an outsider,” said Carl. “I don’t belong to the association.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll speak to the president, if you like.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t want to intrude.” + </p> + <p> + “It won’t be considered an intrusion. You pay the entrance fee and take + your chances.” + </p> + <p> + Edward went to the president and spoke to him in a low voice. The result + was that he advanced to Carl, and said, courteously: + </p> + <p> + “If you would like to enter into our games, you are quite at liberty to do + so.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” responded Carl. “I have had a little practice in archery, and + will enter my name for that prize.” + </p> + <p> + He paid over his quarter and received back fifteen cents in change. It + seemed rather an imprudent outlay, considering his small capital; but he + had good hopes of carrying off the prize, and that would be a great lift + for him. Seven boys entered besides Carl. The first was Victor Russell, a + lad of fourteen, whose arrow went three feet above the mark. + </p> + <p> + “The prize is mine if none of you do better than that,” laughed Victor, + good-naturedly. + </p> + <p> + “I hope not, for the credit of the club,” said the president. “Mr. + Crawford, will you shoot next?” + </p> + <p> + “I would prefer to be the last,” said Carl, modestly. + </p> + <p> + “John Livermore, your turn now.” + </p> + <p> + John came a little nearer than his predecessor, but did not distinguish + himself. + </p> + <p> + “If that is a specimen of the skill of the clubmen,” thought Carl, “my + chance is a good one.” + </p> + <p> + Next came Frank Stockton, whose arrow stuck only three inches from the + center of the target. + </p> + <p> + “Good for Fred!” cried Edward Downie. “Just wait till you see me shoot!” + </p> + <p> + “Are you a dangerous rival?” asked Carl, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I can hit a barn door if I am only near enough,” replied Edward. + </p> + <p> + “Edward Downie!” called the president. + </p> + <p> + Edward took his bow and advanced to the proper place, bent it, and the + arrow sped on its way. + </p> + <p> + There was a murmur of surprise when his arrow struck only an inch to the + right of the centre. No one was more amazed than Edward himself, for he + was accounted far from skillful. It was indeed a lucky accident. + </p> + <p> + “What do you say to that?” asked Edward, triumphantly. + </p> + <p> + “I think the prize is yours. I had no idea you could shoot like that,” + said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Nor I,” rejoined Edward, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “Carl Crawford!” called the president. + </p> + <p> + Carl took his position, and bent his bow with the greatest care. He + exercised unusual deliberation, for success meant more to him than to any + of the others. A dollar to him in his present circumstances would be a + small fortune, while the loss of even ten cents would be sensibly felt. + His heart throbbed with excitement as he let the arrow speed on its + mission. + </p> + <p> + His unusual deliberation, and the fact that he was a stranger, excited + strong interest, and all eyes followed the arrow with eager attentiveness. + </p> + <p> + There was a sudden shout of irrepressible excitement. + </p> + <p> + Carl’s arrow had struck the bull’s-eye and the prize was his. + </p> + <p> + “Christopher!” exclaimed Edward Downie, “you’ve beaten me, after all!” + </p> + <p> + “I’m almost sorry,” said Carl, apologetically, but the light in his eyes + hardly bore out the statement. + </p> + <p> + “Never mind. Everybody would have called it a fluke if I had won,” said + Edward. “I expect to get the prize for the long jump. I am good at that.” + </p> + <p> + “So am I, but I won’t compete; I will leave it to you.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no. I want to win fair.” + </p> + <p> + Carl accordingly entered his name. He made the second best jump, but + Edward’s exceeded his by a couple of inches, and the prize was adjudged to + him. + </p> + <p> + “I have my revenge,” he said, smiling. “I am glad I won, for it wouldn’t + have been to the credit of the club to have an outsider carry off two + prizes.” + </p> + <p> + “I am perfectly satisfied,” said Carl; “I ought to be, for I did not + expect to carry off any.” + </p> + <p> + Carl decided not to compete for any other prize. He had invested twenty + cents and got back a dollar, which left him a profit of eighty cents. + This, with his original quarter, made him the possessor of a dollar and + five cents. + </p> + <p> + “My luck seems to have turned,” he said to himself, and the thought gave + him fresh courage. + </p> + <p> + It was five o’clock when the games were over, and Carl prepared to start + again on his journey. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going to take supper?” asked Downie. + </p> + <p> + “I—don’t—know.” + </p> + <p> + “Come home with me. If you are in no hurry, you may as well stay + overnight, and go on in the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure it won’t inconvenience you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I’ll accept with thanks.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. + </h2> + <h3> + AN ODD ACQUAINTANCE. + </h3> + <p> + After breakfast the next morning Carl started again on his way. His new + friend, Edward Downie, accompanied him for a mile, having an errand at + that distance. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you good luck, Carl,” he said, earnestly. “When you come this way + again, be sure to stop in and see me.” + </p> + <p> + “I will certainly do so, but I hope I may find employment.” + </p> + <p> + “At any rate,” thought Carl, as he resumed his journey alone, “I am better + off than I was yesterday morning. Then I had but twenty-five cents; now I + have a dollar.” + </p> + <p> + This was satisfactory as far as it went, but Carl was sensible that he was + making no progress in his plan of earning a living. He was simply living + from hand to mouth, and but for good luck he would have had to go hungry, + and perhaps have been obliged to sleep out doors. What he wanted was + employment. + </p> + <p> + It was about ten o’clock when, looking along the road, his curiosity was + excited by a man of very unusual figure a few rods in advance of him. He + looked no taller than a boy of ten; but his frame was large, his shoulders + broad, and his arms were of unusual length. He might properly be called a + dwarf. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad I am not so small as that,” thought Carl. “I am richer than he + in having a good figure. I should not like to excite attention wherever I + go by being unusually large or unusually small.” + </p> + <p> + Some boys would have felt inclined to laugh at the queer figure, but Carl + had too much good feeling. His curiosity certainly was aroused, and he + thought he would like to get acquainted with the little man, whose + garments of fine texture showed that, though short in stature, he was + probably long in purse. He didn’t quite know how to pave the way for an + acquaintance, but circumstances favored him. + </p> + <p> + The little man drew out a handkerchief from the side pocket of his + overcoat. With it fluttered out a bank bill, which fell to the ground + apparently unobserved by the owner. + </p> + <p> + Carl hurried on, and, picking up the bill, said to the small stranger as + he touched his arm: “Here is some money you just dropped, sir.” + </p> + <p> + The little man turned round and smiled pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. Are you sure it is mine?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; it came out with your handkerchief.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see. So it is mine. I was very careless to put it loose in my + pocket.” + </p> + <p> + “You were rather careless, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Of what denomination is it?’ + </p> + <p> + “It is a two-dollar note.” + </p> + <p> + “If you had been a poor boy,” said the little man, eying Carl keenly, “you + might have been tempted to keep it. I might not have known.” + </p> + <p> + Carl smiled. + </p> + <p> + “What makes you think I am not a poor boy?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “You are well dressed.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true; but all the money I have is a dollar and five cents.” + </p> + <p> + “You know where to get more? You have a good home?” + </p> + <p> + “I had a home, but now I am thrown on my own exertions,” said Carl, + soberly. + </p> + <p> + “Dear me! That is bad! If I were better acquainted, I might ask more + particularly how this happens. Are you an orphan?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; my father is living.” + </p> + <p> + “And your mother is dead?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Is your father a poor man?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; he is moderately rich.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet you have to fight your own way?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. I have a stepmother.” + </p> + <p> + “I see. Are you sure you are not unreasonably prejudiced against your + stepmother? All stepmothers are not bad or unkind.” + </p> + <p> + “I know that, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Yours is, I presume?” + </p> + <p> + “You can judge for yourself.” + </p> + <p> + Carl recited some incidents in his experience with his stepmother. The + stranger listened with evident interest. + </p> + <p> + “I am not in general in favor of boys leaving home except on extreme + provocation,” he said, after a pause; “but in your case, as your father + seems to take part against you, I think you may be justified, especially + as, at your age, you have a fair chance of making your own living.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you think that, sir. I have begun to wonder whether I have not + acted rashly.” + </p> + <p> + “In undertaking to support yourself?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “How old are you?” + </p> + <p> + “Sixteen.” + </p> + <p> + “At fourteen I was obliged to undertake what you have now before you.” + </p> + <p> + “To support yourself?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I was left an orphan at fourteen, with no money left me by my poor + father, and no relatives who could help me.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you make out, sir?” asked Carl, feeling very much interested. + </p> + <p> + “I sold papers for a while—in Newark, New Jersey—then I got a + place at three dollars a week, out of which I had to pay for board, + lodging and clothes. Well, I won’t go through my history. I will only say + that whatever I did I did as well as I could. I am now a man of about + middle age, and I am moderately wealthy.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very much encouraged by what you tell me, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you don’t understand what a hard struggle I had. More than once I + have had to go to bed hungry. Sometimes I have had to sleep out, but one + mustn’t be afraid to rough it a little when he is young. I shouldn’t like + to sleep out now, or go to bed without my supper,” and the little man + laughed softly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I expect to rough it, but if I could only get a situation, at + no matter what income, I should feel encouraged.” + </p> + <p> + “You have earned no money yet?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I earned a dollar yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “At what kind of work?” + </p> + <p> + “Archery.” + </p> + <p> + The little man looked surprised. + </p> + <p> + “Is that a business?” he asked, curiously. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll explain how it was,” and Carl told about the contest. + </p> + <p> + “So you hit the mark?” said the little man, significantly. + </p> + <p> + Somehow, there was something in the little man’s tone that put new courage + into Carl, and incited him to fresh effort. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder, sir,” he said, after a pause, “that you should be walking, when + you can well afford to ride.” + </p> + <p> + The little man smiled. + </p> + <p> + “It is by advice of my physician,” he said. “He tells me I am getting too + stout, and ought to take more or less exercise in the open air. So I am + trying to follow his advice.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you in business near here, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “At a large town six miles distant. I may not walk all the way there, but + I have a place to call at near by, and thought I would avail myself of the + good chance offered to take a little exercise. I feel repaid. I have made + a pleasant acquaintance.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “There is my card,” and the little man took out a business card, reading + thus: + </p> + <p> + HENRY JENNINGS, FURNITURE WAREHOUSE, MILFORD. + </p> + <p> + “I manufacture my furniture in the country,” he continued, “but I ship it + by special arrangements to a house in New York in which I am also + interested.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I see. Do you employ many persons in your establishment?” + </p> + <p> + “About thirty.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think you could make room for me?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think you would like the business?” + </p> + <p> + “I am prepared to like any business in which I can make a living.” + </p> + <p> + “That is right. That is the way to look at it. Let me think.” + </p> + <p> + For two minutes Mr. Jennings seemed to be plunged in thought. Then he + turned and smiled encouragingly. + </p> + <p> + “You can come home with me,” he said, “and I will consider the matter.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” said Carl, gladly. + </p> + <p> + “I have got to make a call at the next house, not on business, though. + There is an old schoolmate lying there sick. I am afraid he is rather + poor, too. You can walk on slowly, and I will overtake you in a few + minutes.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “After walking half a mile, if I have not overtaken you, you may sit down + under a tree and wait for me.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Before I leave you I will tell you a secret.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “The two dollars you picked up, I dropped on purpose.” + </p> + <p> + “On purpose?” asked Carl, in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I wanted to try you, to see if you were honest.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you had noticed me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I liked your appearance, but I wanted to test you.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. + </h2> + <h3> + AN UNEQUAL CONTEST. + </h3> + <p> + Carl walked on slowly. He felt encouraged by the prospect of work, for he + was sure that Mr. Jennings would make a place for him, if possible. + </p> + <p> + “He is evidently a kind-hearted man,” Carl reflected. “Besides, he has + been poor himself, and he can sympathize with me. The wages may be small, + but I won’t mind that, if I only support myself economically, and get on.” + To most boys brought up in comfort, not to say luxury, the prospect of + working hard for small pay would not have seemed inviting. But Carl was + essentially manly, and had sensible ideas about labor. It was no sacrifice + or humiliation to him to become a working boy, for he had never considered + himself superior to working boys, as many boys in his position would have + done. + </p> + <p> + He walked on in a leisurely manner, and at the end of ten minutes thought + he had better sit down and wait for Mr. Jennings. But he was destined to + receive a shock. There, under the tree which seemed to offer the most + inviting shelter, reclined a figure only too well-known. + </p> + <p> + It was the tramp who the day before had compelled him to surrender the + ten-dollar bill. + </p> + <p> + The ill-looking fellow glanced up, and when his gaze rested upon Carl, his + face beamed with savage joy. + </p> + <p> + “So it’s you, is it?” he said, rising from his seat. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Carl, doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I have cause to remember you, my chicken. That was a mean trick you + played upon me,” and he nodded his head significantly. + </p> + <p> + “I should think it was you that played the trick on me.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you make that out?” growled the tramp. + </p> + <p> + “You took my money.” + </p> + <p> + “So I did, and much good it did me.” + </p> + <p> + Carl was silent. + </p> + <p> + “You know why, don’t you?” + </p> + <p> + Carl might have denied that he knew the character of the bill which was + stolen from him, but I am glad to say that it would have come from him + with a very ill grace, for he was accustomed to tell the truth under all + circumstances. + </p> + <p> + “You knew that the bill was counterfeit, didn’t you?” demanded the tramp, + fiercely. + </p> + <p> + “I was told so at the hotel where I offered it in payment for my bill.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet you passed it on me!” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t pass it on you. You took it from me,” retorted Carl, with + spirit. + </p> + <p> + “That makes no difference.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it does. I wouldn’t have offered it to anyone in payment of an + honest bill.” + </p> + <p> + “Humph! you thought because I was poor and unfortunate you could pass it + off on me!” + </p> + <p> + This seemed so grotesque that Carl found it difficult not to laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know it nearly got me into trouble?” went on the tramp. + </p> + <p> + “How was that?” + </p> + <p> + “I stopped at a baker’s shop to get a lunch. When I got through I offered + the bill. The old Dutchman put on his spectacles, and he looked first at + the bill, then at me. Then he threatened to have me arrested for passing + bad money. I told him I’d go out in the back yard and settle it with him. + I tell you, boy, I’d have knocked him out in one round, and he knew it, so + he bade me be gone and never darken his door again. Where did you get it?” + </p> + <p> + “It was passed on me by a man I was traveling with.” + </p> + <p> + “How much other money have you got?” asked the tramp. + </p> + <p> + “Very little.” + </p> + <p> + “Give it to me, whatever it is.” + </p> + <p> + This was a little too much for Carl’s patience. + </p> + <p> + “I have no money to spare,” he said, shortly. + </p> + <p> + “Say that over again!” said the tramp, menacingly. + </p> + <p> + “If you don’t understand me, I will. I have no money to spare.” + </p> + <p> + “You’ll spare it to me, I reckon.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here,” said Carl, slowly backing. “You’ve robbed me of ten dollars. + You’ll have to be satisfied with that.” + </p> + <p> + “It was no good. It might have sent me to prison. If I was nicely dressed + I might pass it, but when a chap like me offers a ten-dollar bill it’s + sure to be looked at sharply. I haven’t a cent, and I’ll trouble you to + hand over all you’ve got.” + </p> + <p> + “Why don’t you work for a living? You are a strong, able-bodied man.” + </p> + <p> + “You’ll find I am if you give me any more of your palaver.” + </p> + <p> + Carl saw that the time of negotiation was past, and that active + hostilities were about to commence. Accordingly he turned and ran, not + forward, but in the reverse direction, hoping in this way to meet with Mr. + Jennings. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that’s your game, is it?” growled the tramp. “You needn’t expect to + escape, for I’ll overhaul you in two minutes.” + </p> + <p> + So Carl ran, and his rough acquaintance ran after him. + </p> + <p> + It could hardly be expected that a boy of sixteen, though stout and + strong, could get away from a tall, powerful man like the tramp. + </p> + <p> + Looking back over his shoulder, Carl saw that the tramp was but three feet + behind, and almost able to lay his hand upon his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + He dodged dexterously, and in trying to do the same the tramp nearly fell + to the ground. Naturally, this did not sweeten his temper. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll half murder you when I get hold of you,” he growled, in a tone that + bodied ill for Carl. + </p> + <p> + The latter began to pant, and felt that he could not hold out much longer. + Should he surrender at discretion? + </p> + <p> + “If some one would only come along,” was his inward aspiration. “This man + will take my money and beat me, too.” + </p> + <p> + As if in reply to his fervent prayer the small figure of Mr. Jennings + appeared suddenly, rounding a curve in the road. + </p> + <p> + “Save me, save me, Mr. Jennings!” cried Carl, running up to the little man + for protection. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter? Who is this fellow?” asked Mr. Jennings, in a deep + voice for so small a man. + </p> + <p> + “That tramp wants to rob me.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t trouble yourself! He won’t do it,” said Jennings, calmly. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. + </h2> + <h3> + CARL ARRIVES IN MILFORD. + </h3> + <p> + The tramp stopped short, and eyed Carl’s small defender, first with + curious surprise, and then with derision. + </p> + <p> + “Out of my way, you midget!” he cried, “or ‘ll hurt you.” + </p> + <p> + “Try it!” said the little man, showing no sign of fear. + </p> + <p> + “Why, you’re no bigger than a kid. I can upset you with one finger.” + </p> + <p> + He advanced contemptuously, and laid his hand on the shoulder of the + dwarf. In an instant Jennings had swung his flail-like arms, and before + the tramp understood what was happening he was lying flat on his back, as + much to Carl’s amazement as his own. + </p> + <p> + He leaped to his feet with an execration, and advanced again to the + attack. To be upset by such a pigmy was the height of mortification. + </p> + <p> + “I’m going to crush you, you mannikin!” he threatened. + </p> + <p> + Jennings put himself on guard. Like many small men, he was very powerful, + as his broad shoulders and sinewy arms would have made evident to a + teacher of gymnastics. He clearly understood that this opponent was in + deadly earnest, and he put out all the strength which he possessed. The + result was that his large-framed antagonist went down once more, striking + his head with a force that nearly stunned him. + </p> + <p> + It so happened that at this juncture reinforcements arrived. A sheriff and + his deputy drove up in an open buggy, and, on witnessing the encounter, + halted their carriage and sprang to the ground. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter, Mr. Jennings?” asked the sheriff, respectfully, for + the little man was a person of importance in that vicinity. + </p> + <p> + “That gentleman is trying to extort a forced loan, Mr. Cunningham.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! a footpad?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + The sheriff sprang to the side of the tramp, who was trying to rise, and + in a trice his wrists were confined by handcuffs. + </p> + <p> + “I think I know you, Mike Frost,” he said. “You are up to your old tricks. + When did you come out of Sing Sing?” + </p> + <p> + “Three weeks since,” answered the tramp, sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “They want you back there. Come along with me!” + </p> + <p> + He was assisted into the buggy, and spent that night in the lockup. + </p> + <p> + “Did he take anything from you, Carl?” asked Mr. Jennings. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; but I was in considerable danger. How strong you are!” he added, + admiringly. + </p> + <p> + “Strength isn’t always according to size!” said the little man, quietly. + “Nature gave me a powerful, though small, frame, and I have increased my + strength by gymnastic exercise.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings did not show the least excitement after his desperate + contest. He had attended to it as a matter of business, and when over he + suffered it to pass out of his mind. He took out his watch and noted the + time. + </p> + <p> + “It is later than I thought,” he said. “I think I shall have to give up my + plan of walking the rest of the way.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall be left alone,” thought Carl regretfully. + </p> + <p> + Just then a man overtook them in a carriage. + </p> + <p> + He greeted Mr. Jennings respectfully. + </p> + <p> + “Are you out for a long walk?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but I find time is passing too rapidly with me. Are you going to + Milford?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you take two passengers?” + </p> + <p> + “You and the boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; of course I will see that you don’t lose by it.” + </p> + <p> + “I ought not to charge you anything, Mr. Jennings. Several times you have + done me favors.” + </p> + <p> + “And I hope to again, but this is business. If a dollar will pay you, the + boy and I will ride with you.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be so much gain, as I don’t go out of my way.” + </p> + <p> + “You can take the back seat, Carl,” said Mr. Jennings. “I will sit with + Mr. Leach.” + </p> + <p> + They were soon seated and on their way. + </p> + <p> + “Relative of yours, Mr. Jennings?” asked Leach, with a backward glance at + Carl. + </p> + <p> + Like most country folks, he was curious about people. Those who live in + cities meet too many of their kind to feel an interest in strangers. + </p> + <p> + “No; a young friend,” answered Jennings, briefly. + </p> + <p> + “Goin’ to visit you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I think he will stay with me for a time.” + </p> + <p> + Then the conversation touched upon Milford matters in which at present + Carl was not interested. + </p> + <p> + After his fatiguing walk our hero enjoyed the sensation of riding. The + road was a pleasant one, the day was bright with sunshine and the air + vocal with the songs of birds. For a time houses were met at rare + intervals, but after a while it became evident that they were approaching + a town of considerable size. + </p> + <p> + “Is this Milford, Mr. Jennings?” asked Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered the little man, turning with a pleasant smile. + </p> + <p> + “How large is it?” + </p> + <p> + “I think there are twelve thousand inhabitants. It is what Western people + call a ‘right smart place.’ It has been my home for twenty years, and I am + much attached to it.” + </p> + <p> + “And it to you, Mr. Jennings,” put in the driver. + </p> + <p> + “That is pleasant to hear,” said Jennings, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “It is true. There are few people here whom you have not befriended.” + </p> + <p> + “That is what we are here for, is it not?” + </p> + <p> + “I wish all were of your opinion. Why, Mr. Jennings, when we get a city + charter I think I know who will be the first mayor.” + </p> + <p> + “Not I, Mr. Leach. My own business is all I can well attend to. Thank you + for your compliment, though. Carl, do you see yonder building?” + </p> + <p> + He pointed to a three-story structure, a frame building, occupying a + prominent position. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “That is my manufactory. What do you think of it?” + </p> + <p> + “I shouldn’t think a town of this size would require so large an + establishment,” answered Carl. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings laughed. + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” he said. “If I depended on Milford trade, a very small + building would be sufficient. My trade is outside. I supply many dealers + in New York City and at the West. My retail trade is small. If any of my + neighbors want furniture they naturally come to me, and I favor them as to + price out of friendly feeling, but I am a manufacturer and wholesale + dealer.” + </p> + <p> + “I see, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I take you to your house, Mr. Jennings?” asked Leach. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if you please.” + </p> + <p> + Leach drove on till he reached a two-story building of Quaker-like + simplicity but with a large, pleasant yard in front, with here and there a + bed of flowers. Here he stopped his horse. + </p> + <p> + “We have reached our destination, Carl,” said Mr. Jennings. “You are + active. Jump out and I will follow.” + </p> + <p> + Carl needed no second invitation. He sprang from the carriage and went + forward to help Mr. Jennings out. + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you, Carl,” said the little man. “I am more active than you + think. Here we are!” + </p> + <p> + He descended nimbly to the ground, and, drawing a one-dollar bill from his + pocket, handed it to the driver. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t like to take it, Mr. Jennings,” said Mr. Leach. + </p> + <p> + “Why not? The laborer is worthy of his hire. Now, Carl, let us go into the + house.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. + </h2> + <h3> + Mr. JENNINGS AT HOME. + </h3> + <p> + Mr. Jennings did not need to open the door. He had scarcely set foot on + the front step when it was opened from inside, and Carl found a fresh + surprise in store for him. A woman, apparently six feet in height, stood + on the threshold. Her figure was spare and ungainly, and her face + singularly homely, but the absence of beauty was partially made up by a + kindly expression. She looked with some surprise at Carl. + </p> + <p> + “This is a young friend of mine, Hannah,” said her master. “Welcome him + for my sake.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you,” said Hannah, in a voice that was another + amazement. It was deeper than that of most men. + </p> + <p> + As she spoke, she held out a large masculine hand, which Carl took, as + seemed to be expected. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “What am I to call you?” asked Hannah. + </p> + <p> + “Carl Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s a strange name.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not common, I believe.” + </p> + <p> + “You two will get acquainted by and by,” said Mr. Jennings. “The most + interesting question at present is, when will dinner be ready?” + </p> + <p> + “In ten minutes,” answered Hannah, promptly. + </p> + <p> + “Carl and I are both famished. We have had considerable exercise,” here he + nodded at Carl with a comical look, and Carl understood that he referred + in part to his contest with the tramp. + </p> + <p> + Hannah disappeared into the kitchen, and Mr. Jennings said: “Come + upstairs, Carl. I will show you your room.” + </p> + <p> + Up an old-fashioned stairway Carl followed his host, and the latter opened + the door of a side room on the first landing. It was not large, but was + neat and comfortable. There was a cottage bedstead, a washstand, a small + bureau and a couple of chairs. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will come to feel at home here,” said Mr. Jennings, kindly. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir. I am sure I shall,” Carl responded, gratefully. + </p> + <p> + “There are some nails to hang your clothing on,” went on Mr. Jennings, and + then he stopped short, for it was clear that Carl’s small gripsack could + not contain an extra suit, and he felt delicate at calling up in the boy’s + mind the thought of his poverty. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” said Carl. “I left my trunk at the house of a friend, + and if you should succeed in finding me a place, I will send for it.” + </p> + <p> + “That is well!” returned Mr. Jennings, looking relieved. “Now I will leave + you for a few moments. You will find water and towels, in case you wish to + wash before dinner.” + </p> + <p> + Carl was glad of the opportunity. He was particular about his personal + appearance, and he felt hot and dusty. He bathed his face and hands, + carefully dusted his suit, brushed his hair, and was ready to descend when + he heard the tinkling of a small bell at the foot of the front stairs. + </p> + <p> + He readily found his way into the neat dining-room at the rear of the + parlor. Mr. Jennings sat at the head of the table, a little giant, + diminutive in stature, but with broad shoulders, a large head, and a + powerful frame. Opposite him sat Hannah, tall, stiff and upright as a + grenadier. She formed a strange contrast to her employer. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what made him hire such a tall woman?” thought Carl. “Being so + small himself, her size makes him look smaller.” + </p> + <p> + There was a chair at one side, placed for Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Sit down there, Carl,” said Mr. Jennings. “I won’t keep you waiting any + longer than I can help. What have you given us to-day, Hannah?” + </p> + <p> + “Roast beef,” answered Hannah in her deep tones. + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing better.” + </p> + <p> + The host cut off a liberal slice for Carl, and passed the plate to Hannah, + who supplied potatoes, peas and squash. Carl’s mouth fairly watered as he + watched the hospitable preparations for his refreshment. + </p> + <p> + “I never trouble myself about what we are to have on the table,” said Mr. + Jennings. “Hannah always sees to that. She’s knows just what I want. She + is a capital cook, too, Hannah is.” + </p> + <p> + Hannah looked pleased at this compliment. + </p> + <p> + “You are easily pleased, master,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “I should be hard to suit if I were not pleased with your cooking. You + don’t know so well Carl’s taste, but if there is anything he likes + particularly he can tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind, sir,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “There are not many men who would treat a poor boy so considerately,” he + thought. “He makes me an honored guest.” + </p> + <p> + When dinner was over, Mr. Jennings invited Carl to accompany him on a + walk. They passed along the principal street, nearly every person they met + giving the little man a cordial greeting. + </p> + <p> + “He seems to be very popular,” thought Carl. + </p> + <p> + At length they reached the manufactory. Mr. Jennings went into the office, + followed by Carl. + </p> + <p> + A slender, dark-complexioned man, about thirty-five years of age, sat on a + stool at a high desk. He was evidently the bookkeeper. + </p> + <p> + “Any letters, Mr. Gibbon?” asked Mr. Jennings. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; here are four.” + </p> + <p> + “Where are they from?” + </p> + <p> + “From New York, Chicago, Pittsburg and New Haven.” + </p> + <p> + “What do they relate to?” + </p> + <p> + “Orders. I have handed them to Mr. Potter.” + </p> + <p> + Potter, as Carl afterwards learned, was superintendent of the manufactory, + and had full charge of practical details. + </p> + <p> + “Is there anything requiring my personal attention?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I don’t think so.” + </p> + <p> + “By the way, Mr. Gibbon, let me introduce you to a young friend of mine—Carl + Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + The bookkeeper rapidly scanned Carl’s face and figure. It seemed to Carl + that the scrutiny was not a friendly one. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you,” said Mr. Gibbon, coldly. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “By the way, Mr. Jennings,” said the bookkeeper, “I have a favor to ask of + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Go on, Mr. Gibbon,” rejoined his employer, in a cordial tone. + </p> + <p> + “Two months since you gave my nephew, Leonard Craig, a place in the + factory.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I remember.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think the work agrees with him.” + </p> + <p> + “He seemed a strong, healthy boy.” + </p> + <p> + “He has never been used to confinement, and it affects him unpleasantly.” + </p> + <p> + “Does he wish to resign his place?” + </p> + <p> + “I have been wondering whether you would not be willing to transfer him to + the office. I could send him on errands, to the post office, and make him + useful in various ways.” + </p> + <p> + “I had not supposed an office boy was needed. Still, if you desire it, I + will try your nephew in the place.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I am bound to tell you, however, that his present place is a better one. + He is learning a good trade, which, if he masters it, will always give him + a livelihood. I learned a trade, and owe all I have to that.” + </p> + <p> + “True, Mr. Jennings, but there are other ways of earning a living.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly.” + </p> + <p> + “And I thought of giving Leonard evening instruction in bookkeeping.” + </p> + <p> + “That alters the case. Good bookkeepers are always in demand. I have no + objection to your trying the experiment.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you mentioned the matter to your nephew?” + </p> + <p> + “I just suggested that I would ask you, but could not say what answer you + would give.” + </p> + <p> + “It would have been better not to mention the matter at all till you could + tell him definitely that he could change his place.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know but you are right, sir. However, it is all right now.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Carl,” said Mr. Jennings, “I will take you into the workroom.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. + </h2> + <h3> + CARL GETS A PLACE. + </h3> + <p> + “I suppose that is the bookkeeper,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. He has been with me three years. He understands his business well. + You heard what he said about his nephew?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “It is his sister’s son—a boy of about your own age. I think he is + making a mistake in leaving the factory, and going into the office. He + will have little to do, and that not of a character to give him knowledge + of business.” + </p> + <p> + “Still, if he takes lessons in bookkeeping——” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings smiled. + </p> + <p> + “The boy will never make a bookkeeper,” he said. “His reason for desiring + the change is because he is indolent. The world has no room for lazy + people.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder, sir, that you have had a chance to find him out.” + </p> + <p> + “Little things betray a boy’s nature, or a man’s, for that matter. When I + have visited the workroom I have noticed Leonard, and formed my + conclusions. He is not a boy whom I would select for my service, but I + have taken him as a favor to his uncle. I presume he is without means, and + it is desirable that he should pay his uncle something in return for the + home which he gives him.” + </p> + <p> + “How much do you pay him, sir, if it is not a secret?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no; he receives five dollars a week to begin with. I will pay him the + same in the office. And that reminds me; how would you like to have a + situation in the factory? Would you like to take Leonard’s place?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, if you think I would do.” + </p> + <p> + “I feel quite sure of it. Have you ever done any manual labor?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you have always been to school.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a gentleman’s son,” proceeded Mr. Jennings, eying Carl + attentively. “How will it suit you to become a working boy?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall like it,” answered Carl, promptly. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be too sure! You can tell better after a week in the factory. Those + in my employ work ten hours a day. Leonard Craig doesn’t like it.” + </p> + <p> + “All I ask, Mr. Jennings, is that you give me a trial.” + </p> + <p> + “That is fair,” responded the little man, looking pleased. “I will tell + you now that, not knowing of any vacancy in the factory, I had intended to + give you the place in the office which Mr. Gibbon has asked for his + nephew. It would have been a good deal easier work.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be quite satisfied to take my place in the factory.” + </p> + <p> + “Come in, then, and see your future scene of employment.” + </p> + <p> + They entered a large room, occupying nearly an entire floor of the + building. Part of the space was filled by machinery. The number employed + Carl estimated roughly at twenty-five. + </p> + <p> + Quite near the door was a boy, who bore some personal resemblance to the + bookkeeper. Carl concluded that it must be Leonard Craig. The boy looked + round as Mr. Jennings entered, and eyed Carl sharply. + </p> + <p> + “How are you getting on, Leonard?” Mr. Jennings asked. + </p> + <p> + “Pretty well, sir; but the machinery makes my head ache.” + </p> + <p> + “Your uncle tells me that your employment does not agree with you.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I don’t think it does.” + </p> + <p> + “He would like to have you in the office with him. Would you like it, + also?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” answered Leonard, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Very well. You may report for duty at the office to-morrow morning. This + boy will take your place here.” + </p> + <p> + Leonard eyed Carl curiously, not cordially. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you’ll like it,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I think I shall.” + </p> + <p> + “You two boys must get acquainted,” said Mr. Jennings. “Leonard, this is + Carl Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + “Glad to know you,” said Leonard, coldly. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I shall like that boy,” thought Carl, as he followed Mr. + Jennings to another part of the room. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. + </h2> + <h3> + CARL ENTERS THE FACTORY. + </h3> + <p> + When they left the factory Mr. Jennings said, with a smile: + </p> + <p> + “Now you are one of us, Carl. To-morrow you begin work.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of it, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t ask what salary you are to get.” + </p> + <p> + “I am willing to leave that to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose we say two dollars a week and board—to begin with.” + </p> + <p> + “That is better than I expected. But where am I to board?” + </p> + <p> + “At my house, for the present, if that will suit you.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall like it very much, if it won’t inconvenience you.” + </p> + <p> + “Hannah is the one to be inconvenienced, if anyone. I had a little + conversation with her while you were getting ready for dinner. She seems + to have taken a liking for you, though she doesn’t like boys generally. As + for me, it will make the home brighter to have a young person in it. + Hannah and I are old-fashioned and quiet, and the neighbors don’t have + much reason to complain of noise.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I should think not,” said Carl, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “There is one thing you must be prepared for, Carl,” said Mr. Jennings, + after a pause. + </p> + <p> + “What is that, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Your living in my house—I being your employer—may excite + jealousy in some. I think I know of one who will be jealous.” + </p> + <p> + “Leonard Craig?” + </p> + <p> + “And his uncle. However, don’t borrow any trouble on that score. I hope + you won’t take advantage of your position, and, thinking yourself a + favorite, neglect your duties.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Business and friendship ought to be kept apart.” + </p> + <p> + “That is right, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I am going back to the house, but you may like to take a walk about the + village. You will feel interested in it, as it is to be your future home. + By the way, it may be well for you to write for your trunk. You can order + it sent to my house.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, sir; I will do so.” + </p> + <p> + He went to the post office, and, buying a postal card, wrote to his + friend, Gilbert Vance, as follows: + </p> + <p> + “Dear Gilbert:—Please send my trunk by express to me at Milford, + care of Henry Jennings, Esq. He is my employer, and I live at his house. + He is proprietor of a furniture factory. Will write further particulars + soon. + </p> + <p> + “Carl Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + This postal carried welcome intelligence to Gilbert, who felt a brotherly + interest in Carl. He responded by a letter of hearty congratulation, and + forwarded the trunk as requested. + </p> + <p> + Carl reported for duty the next morning, and, though a novice, soon showed + that he was not without mechanical skill. + </p> + <p> + At twelve o’clock all the factory hands had an hour off for dinner. As + Carl passed into the street he found himself walking beside the boy whom + he had succeeded—Leonard Craig. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, Leonard,” said Carl, pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning. Have you taken my place in the factory?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think you shall like it?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I shall, though, of course, it is rather early to form an + opinion.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t like it.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t want to grow up a workman. I think I am fit for something + better.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Jennings began as a factory hand.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose he had a taste for it. I haven’t.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you like your present position better?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes; it’s more genteel. How much does Jennings pay you?” + </p> + <p> + “Two dollars a week and board.” + </p> + <p> + “How is that? Where do you board?” + </p> + <p> + “With him.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said Leonard, his countenance changing. “So you are a favorite with + the boss, are you?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. He gave me warning that he should be just as strict with me + as if we were strangers.” + </p> + <p> + “How long have you known him?” + </p> + <p> + Carl smiled. + </p> + <p> + “I met him for the first time yesterday,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + “That’s very queer.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, perhaps it is a little singular.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you a poor boy?” + </p> + <p> + “I have to earn my own living.” + </p> + <p> + “I see. You will grow up a common workman.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall try to rise above it. I am not ashamed of the position, but I am + ambitious to rise.” + </p> + <p> + “I am going to be a bookkeeper,” said Leonard. “My uncle is going to teach + me. I would rather be a bookkeeper than a factory hand.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you are right in preparing yourself for such a post.” + </p> + <p> + Here the two boys separated, as they were to dine in different places. + </p> + <p> + Leonard was pleased with his new position. He really had very little to + do. Twice a day he went to the post office, once or twice to the bank, and + there was an occasional errand besides. To Carl the idleness would have + been insupportable, but Leonard was naturally indolent. He sat down in a + chair by the window, and watched the people go by. + </p> + <p> + The first afternoon he was in luck, for there was a dog fight in the + street outside. He seized his hat, went out, and watched the canine + warfare with the deepest interest. + </p> + <p> + “I think I will buy you a system of bookkeeping,” said his uncle, “and you + can study it in the office.” + </p> + <p> + “Put it off till next week, Uncle Julius. I want to get rested from the + factory work.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me, Leonard, you were born lazy,” said his uncle, sharply. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t care to work with my hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you care to work at all?” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to be a bookkeeper.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know that my work is harder and more exhausting than that of a + workman in the factory?” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t want to exchange with him, do you?” asked Leonard. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s where I agree with you.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings took several weekly papers. Leonard was looking over the + columns of one of them one day, when he saw the advertisement of a gift + enterprise of a most attractive character. The first prize was a house and + grounds valued at ten thousand dollars. Following were minor prizes, among + them one thousand dollars in gold. + </p> + <p> + Leonard’s fancy was captivated by the brilliant prospect of such a prize. + </p> + <p> + “Price of tickets—only one dollar!” he read. “Think of getting a + thousand dollars for one! Oh, if I could only be the lucky one!” + </p> + <p> + He took out his purse, though he knew beforehand that his stock of cash + consisted only of two dimes and a nickel. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder if I could borrow a dollar of that boy Carl!” he deliberated. + “I’ll speak to him about it.” + </p> + <p> + This happened more than a week after Carl went to work in the factory. He + had already received one week’s pay, and it remained untouched in his + pocket. + </p> + <p> + Leonard joined him in the street early in the evening, and accosted him + graciously. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Nowhere in particular. I am out for a walk.” + </p> + <p> + “So am I. Shall we walk together?” + </p> + <p> + “If you like.” + </p> + <p> + After talking on indifferent matters, Leonard said suddenly: “Oh, by the + way, will you do me a favor?” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Lend me a dollar till next week.” + </p> + <p> + In former days Carl would probably have granted the favor, but he realized + the value of money now that he had to earn it by steady work. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid it won’t be convenient,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + “Does that mean that you haven’t got it?” asked Leonard. + </p> + <p> + “No, I have it, but I am expecting to use it.” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn’t mind paying you interest for it—say twenty-five cents,” + continued Leonard, who had set his heart on buying a ticket in the gift + enterprise. + </p> + <p> + “I would be ashamed to take such interest as that.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have a chance of making a good deal more out of it myself.” + </p> + <p> + “In what way?” + </p> + <p> + “That is my secret.” + </p> + <p> + “Why don’t you borrow it of your uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “He would ask too many questions. However, I see that you’re a miser, and + I won’t trouble you.” + </p> + <p> + He left Carl in a huff and walked hastily away. He turned into a lane + little traveled, and, after walking a few rods, came suddenly upon the + prostrate body of a man, whose deep, breathing showed that he was + stupefied by liquor. Leonard was not likely to feel any special interest + in him, but one object did attract his attention. It was a wallet which + had dropped out of the man’s pocket and was lying on the grass beside him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. + </h2> + <h3> + LEONARD’S TEMPTATION. + </h3> + <p> + Leonard was not a thief, but the sight of the wallet tempted him, under + the circumstances. He had set his heart on buying a ticket in the gift + enterprise, and knew of no way of obtaining the requisite sum—except + this. It was, indeed, a little shock to him to think of appropriating + money not his own; yet who would know it? The owner of the wallet was + drunk, and would be quite unconscious of his loss. Besides, if he didn’t + take the wallet, some one else probably would, and appropriate the entire + contents. It was an insidious suggestion, and Leonard somehow persuaded + himself that since the money was sure to be taken, he might as well have + the benefit of it as anyone else. + </p> + <p> + So, after turning over the matter in his mind rapidly, he stooped down and + picked up the wallet. + </p> + <p> + The man did not move. + </p> + <p> + Emboldened by his insensibility, Leonard cautiously opened the pocketbook, + and his eyes glistened when he saw tucked away in one side, quite a thick + roll of bills. + </p> + <p> + “He won’t miss one bill,” thought Leonard. “Anyone else might take the + whole wallet, but I wouldn’t do that. I wonder how much money there is in + the roll.” + </p> + <p> + He darted another glance at the prostrate form, but there seemed no danger + of interruption. He took the roll in his hand, therefore, and a hasty + scrutiny showed him that the bills ran from ones to tens. There must have + been nearly a hundred dollars in all. + </p> + <p> + “Suppose I take a five,” thought Leonard, whose cupidity increased with + the sight of the money. “He won’t miss it, and it will be better in my + hands than if spent for whiskey.” + </p> + <p> + How specious are the arguments of those who seek an excuse for a wrong act + that will put money in the purse! + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I think I may venture to take a five, and, as I might not be able to + change it right away, I will take a one to send for a ticket. Then I will + put the wallet back in the man’s pocket.” + </p> + <p> + So far, all went smoothly, and Leonard was proceeding to carry out his + intention when, taking a precautionary look at the man on the ground, he + was dumfounded by seeing his eyes wide open and fixed upon him. + </p> + <p> + Leonard flushed painfully, like a criminal detected in a crime, and + returned the look of inquiry by one of dismay. + </p> + <p> + “What—you—doing?” inquired the victim of inebriety. + </p> + <p> + “I—is this your wallet, sir?” stammered Leonard. + </p> + <p> + “Course it is. What you got it for?” + </p> + <p> + “I—I saw it on the ground, and was afraid some one would find it, + and rob you,” said Leonard, fluently. + </p> + <p> + “Somebody did find it,” rejoined the man, whose senses seemed coming back + to him. “How much did you take?” + </p> + <p> + “I? You don’t think I would take any of your money?” said Leonard, in + virtuous surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Looked like it! Can’t tell who to trust.” + </p> + <p> + “I assure you, I had only just picked it up, and was going to put it back + in your pocket, sir.” + </p> + <p> + The man, drunk as he was, winked knowingly. + </p> + <p> + “Smart boy!” he said. “You do it well, ol’ fella!” + </p> + <p> + “But, sir, it is quite true, I assure you. I will count over the money + before you. Do you know how much you had?” + </p> + <p> + “Nev’ mind. Help me up!” + </p> + <p> + Leonard stooped over and helped the drunkard to a sitting position. + </p> + <p> + “Where am I? Where is hotel?” + </p> + <p> + Leonard answered him. + </p> + <p> + “Take me to hotel, and I’ll give you a dollar.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, sir,” said Leonard, briskly. He was to get his dollar after + all, and would not have to steal it. I am afraid he is not to be praised + for his honesty, as it seemed to be a matter of necessity. + </p> + <p> + “I wish he’d give me five dollars,” thought Leonard, but didn’t see his + way clear to make the suggestion. + </p> + <p> + He placed the man on his feet, and guided his steps to the road. As he + walked along, the inebriate, whose gait was at first unsteady, recovered + his equilibrium and required less help. + </p> + <p> + “How long had you been lying there?” asked Leonard. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t know. I was taken sick,” and the inebriate nodded knowingly at + Leonard, who felt at liberty to laugh, too. + </p> + <p> + “Do you ever get sick?” + </p> + <p> + “Not that way,” answered Leonard. + </p> + <p> + “Smart boy! Better off!” + </p> + <p> + They reached the hotel, and Leonard engaged a room for his companion. + </p> + <p> + “Has he got money?” asked the landlord, in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Leonard, “he has nearly a hundred dollars. I counted it + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s all right, then,” said the landlord. “Here, James, show the + gentleman up to No. 15.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, too,” said the stranger to Leonard. + </p> + <p> + The latter followed the more readily because he had not yet been paid his + dollar. + </p> + <p> + The door of No. 15 was opened, and the two entered. + </p> + <p> + “I will stay with the gentleman a short time,” said Leonard to the boy. + “If we want anything we will ring.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “What’s your name?” asked the inebriate, as he sank into a large armchair + near the window. + </p> + <p> + “Leonard Craig.” + </p> + <p> + “Never heard the name before.” + </p> + <p> + “What’s your name, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “What you want to know for?” asked the other, cunningly. + </p> + <p> + “The landlord will want to put it on his book.” + </p> + <p> + “My name? Phil Stark.” + </p> + <p> + “Philip Stark?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; who told you?” + </p> + <p> + It will be seen that Mr. Stark was not yet quite himself. + </p> + <p> + “You told me yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “So I did—‘scuse me.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, sir. By the way, you told me you would pay me a dollar for + bringing you to the hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “So I did. Take it,” and Philip Stark passed the wallet to Leonard. + </p> + <p> + Leonard felt tempted to take a two-dollar bill instead of a one, as Mr. + Stark would hardly notice the mistake. Still, he might ask to look at the + bill, and that would be awkward. So the boy contented himself with the sum + promised. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” he said, as he slipped the bill into his vest pocket. + “Do you want some supper?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I want to sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you had better lie down on the bed. Will you undress?” + </p> + <p> + “No; too much trouble.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Stark rose from the armchair, and, lurching round to the bed, flung + himself on it. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you don’t want me any longer,” said Leonard. + </p> + <p> + “No. Come round to-morrer.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Leonard opened the door and left the room. He resolved to keep the + appointment, and come round the next day. Who knew but some more of Mr. + Stark’s money might come into his hands? Grown man as he was, he seemed to + need a guardian, and Leonard was willing to act as such—for a + consideration. + </p> + <p> + “It’s been a queer adventure!” thought Leonard, as he slowly bent his + steps towards his uncle’s house. “I’ve made a dollar out of it, anyway, + and if he hadn’t happened to wake up just as he did I might have done + better. However, it may turn out as well in the end.” + </p> + <p> + “You are rather late, Leonard,” said his uncle, in a tone that betrayed + some irritation. “I wanted to send you on an errand, and you are always + out of the way at such a time.” + </p> + <p> + “I’ll go now,” said Leonard, with unusual amiability. “I’ve had a little + adventure.” + </p> + <p> + “An adventure! What is it?” Mr. Gibbon asked, with curiosity. + </p> + <p> + Leonard proceeded to give an account of his finding the inebriate in the + meadow, and his guiding him to the hotel. It may readily be supposed that + he said nothing of his attempt to appropriate a part of the contents of + the wallet. + </p> + <p> + “What was his name?” asked Gibbon, with languid curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “Phil Stark, he calls himself.” + </p> + <p> + A strange change came over the face of the bookkeeper. There was a + frightened look in his eyes, and his color faded. + </p> + <p> + “Phil Stark!” he repeated, in a startled tone. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “What brings him here?” Gibbon asked himself nervously, but no words + passed his lips. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know the name?” asked Leonard, wonderingly. + </p> + <p> + “I—have heard it before, but—no, I don’t think it is the same + man.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. + </h2> + <h3> + AN ARTFUL SCHEME. + </h3> + <p> + “Does this Mr. Stark intend to remain long in the village!” inquired the + bookkeeper, in a tone of assumed indifference. + </p> + <p> + “He didn’t say anything on that point,” answered Leonard. + </p> + <p> + “He did not say what business brought him here, I presume?” + </p> + <p> + “No, he was hardly in condition to say much; he was pretty full,” said + Leonard, with a laugh. “However, he wants me to call upon him to-morrow, + and may tell me then.” + </p> + <p> + “He wants you to call upon him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, uncle.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; why shouldn’t I?” + </p> + <p> + “I see no reason,” said Gibbon, hesitating. Then, after a pause he added: + “If you see the way clear, find out what brings him to Milford.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, uncle, I will.” + </p> + <p> + “Uncle Julius seems a good deal interested in this man, considering that + he is a stranger,” thought the boy. + </p> + <p> + The bookkeeper was biting his nails, a habit he had when he was annoyed. + “And, Leonard,” he added slowly, “don’t mention my name while you are + speaking to Stark.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, I won’t, if you don’t want me to,” answered Leonard, his face + betraying unmistakable curiosity. His uncle noted this, and explained + hurriedly: “It is possible that he may be a man whom I once met under + disagreeable circumstances, and I would prefer not to meet him again. + Should he learn that I was living here, he would be sure to want to renew + the acquaintance.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I see. I don’t think he would want to borrow money, for he + seems to be pretty well provided. I made a dollar out of him to-day, and + that is one reason why I am willing to call on him again. I may strike him + for another bill.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no objection to that, provided you don’t talk to him too freely. + I don’t think he will want to stay long in Milford.” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn’t if I had as much money as he probably has.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you often meet the new boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Carl Crawford?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I see him on the street quite often.” + </p> + <p> + “He lives with Mr. Jennings, I hear.” + </p> + <p> + “So he tells me.” + </p> + <p> + “It is rather strange. I didn’t suppose that Jennings would care to + receive a boy in his house, or that tall grenadier of a housekeeper, + either. I expect she rules the household.” + </p> + <p> + “She could tuck him under her arm and walk off with him,” said Leonard, + laughing. + </p> + <p> + “The boy must be artful to have wormed his way into the favor of the + strange pair. He seems to be a favorite.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, uncle, I think he is. However, I like my position better than his.” + </p> + <p> + “He will learn his business from the beginning. I don’t know but it was a + mistake for you to leave the factory.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not at all sorry for it, uncle.” + </p> + <p> + “Your position doesn’t amount to much.” + </p> + <p> + “I am paid just as well as I was when I was in the factory.” + </p> + <p> + “But you are learning nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “You are going to teach me bookkeeping.” + </p> + <p> + “Even that is not altogether a desirable business. A good bookkeeper can + never expect to be in business for himself. He must be content with a + salary all his life.” + </p> + <p> + “You have done pretty well, uncle.” + </p> + <p> + “But there is no chance of my becoming a rich man. I have to work hard for + my money. And I haven’t been able to lay up much money yet. That reminds + me? Leonard, I must impress upon you the fact that you have your own way + to make. I have procured you a place, and I provide you a home——” + </p> + <p> + “You take my wages,” said Leonard, bluntly. + </p> + <p> + “A part of them, but on the whole, you are not self-supporting. You must + look ahead, Leonard, and consider the future. When you are a young man you + will want to earn an adequate income.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, I shall, uncle, but there is one other course.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + “I may marry an heiress,” suggested Leonard, smiling. + </p> + <p> + The bookkeeper winced. + </p> + <p> + “I thought I was marrying an heiress when I married your aunt,” he said, + “but within six months of our wedding day, her father made a bad failure, + and actually had the assurance to ask me to give him a home under my + roof.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you do it?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I told him it would not be convenient.” + </p> + <p> + “What became of him?” + </p> + <p> + “He got a small clerkship at ten dollars a week in the counting room of a + mercantile friend, and filled it till one day last October, when he + dropped dead of apoplexy. I made a great mistake when I married in not + asking him to settle a definite sum on his daughter. It would have been so + much saved from the wreck.” + </p> + <p> + “Did aunt want him to come and live here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, women are always unreasonable. She would have had me support the old + man in idleness, but I am not one of that kind. Every tub should stand on + its own bottom.” + </p> + <p> + “I say so, too, uncle. Do you know whether this boy, Carl Crawford, has + any father or mother?” + </p> + <p> + “From a word Jennings let fall I infer that he has relatives, but is not + on good terms with them. I have been a little afraid he might stand in + your light.” + </p> + <p> + “How so, uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “Should there be any good opening for one of your age, I am afraid he + would get it rather than you.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t think of that,” said Leonard, jealously. + </p> + <p> + “Living as he does with Mr. Jennings, he will naturally try to ingratiate + himself with him, and stand first in his esteem.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true. Is Mr. Jennings a rich man, do you think?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I think he is. The factory and stock are worth considerable money, + but I know he has other investments also. As one item he has over a + thousand dollars in the Carterville Savings Bank. He has been very + prudent, has met with no losses, and has put aside a great share of his + profits every year.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder he don’t marry.” + </p> + <p> + “Marriage doesn’t seem to be in his thoughts. Hannah makes him so + comfortable that he will probably remain a bachelor to the end of his + days.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps he will leave his money to her.” + </p> + <p> + “He is likely to live as long as she.” + </p> + <p> + “She is a good deal longer than he,” said Leonard, with a laugh. + </p> + <p> + The bookkeeper condescended to smile at this joke, though it was not very + brilliant. + </p> + <p> + “Before this boy Carl came,” he resumed thoughtfully, “I hoped he might + take a fancy to you. He must die some time, and, having no near blood + relative, I thought he might select as heir some boy like yourself, who + might grow into his favor and get on his blind side.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it too late now?” asked Leonard, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps not, but the appearance of this new boy on the scene makes your + chance a good deal smaller.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish we could get rid of him,” said Leonard, frowning. + </p> + <p> + “The only way is to injure him in the estimation of Mr. Jennings.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I know of a way.” + </p> + <p> + “Mention it.” + </p> + <p> + “Here is an advertisement of a lottery,” said Leonard, whose plans, in + view of what his uncle had said, had experienced a change. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “I will write to the manager in Carl’s name, inquiring about tickets, and, + of course, he will answer to him, to the care of Mr. Jennings. This will + lead to the suspicion that Carl is interested in such matters.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a good idea. It will open the way to a loss of confidence on the + part of Mr. Jennings.” + </p> + <p> + “I will sit down at your desk and write at once.” + </p> + <p> + Three days later Mr. Jennings handed a letter to Carl after they reached + home in the evening. + </p> + <p> + “A letter for you to my care,” he explained. + </p> + <p> + Carl opened it in surprise, and read as follows: + </p> + <p> + “Office Of Gift Enterprise. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Carl Crawford:—Your letter of inquiry is received. In reply we + would say that we will send you six tickets for five dollars. By disposing + of them among your friends at one dollar each, you will save the cost of + your own. You had better remit at once. + </p> + <p> + “Yours respectfully, Pitkins & Gamp, + </p> + <p> + “Agents.” + </p> + <p> + Carl looked the picture of astonishment when he read this letter. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. + </h2> + <h3> + REVEALS A MYSTERY. + </h3> + <p> + “Please read this letter, Mr. Jennings,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + His employer took the letter from his hand, and ran his eye over it. + </p> + <p> + “Do you wish to ask my advice about the investment?” he said, quietly. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. I wanted to know how such a letter came to be written to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Didn’t you send a letter of inquiry there?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, and I can’t understand how these men could have got hold of my + name.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings looked thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + “Some one has probably written in your name,” he said, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + “But who could have done so?” + </p> + <p> + “If you will leave the letter in my hands, I may be able to obtain some + information on that point.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad if you can, Mr. Jennings.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t mention to anyone having received such a letter, and if anyone + broaches the subject, let me know who it is.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I will.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings quietly put on his hat, and walked over to the post office. + The postmaster, who also kept a general variety store, chanced to be + alone. + </p> + <p> + “Good-evening, Mr. Jennings,” he said, pleasantly. “What can I do for + you?” + </p> + <p> + “I want a little information, Mr. Sweetland, though it is doubtful if you + can give it.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sweetland assumed the attitude of attention. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know if any letter has been posted from this office within a few + days, addressed to Pitkins & Gamp, Syracuse, New York?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; two letters have been handed in bearing this address.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings was surprised, for he had never thought of two letters. + </p> + <p> + “Can you tell me who handed them in?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Both were handed in by the same party.” + </p> + <p> + “And that was——” + </p> + <p> + “A boy in your employ.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings looked grave. Was it possible that Carl was deceiving him? + </p> + <p> + “The boy who lives at my house?” he asked, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “No; the boy who usually calls for the factory mail. The nephew of your + bookkeeper I think his name is Leonard Craig.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I see,” said Mr. Jennings, looking very much relieved. “And you say + he deposited both letters?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you happen to remember if any other letter like this was received at + the office?” + </p> + <p> + Here he displayed the envelope of Carl’s letter. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; one was received, addressed to the name of the one who deposited the + first letters—Leonard Craig.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Mr. Sweetland. Your information has cleared up a mystery. Be + kind enough not to mention the matter.” + </p> + <p> + “I will bear your request in mind.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings bought a supply of stamps, and then left the office. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Carl,” he said, when he re-entered the house, “I have discovered + who wrote in your name to Pitkins & Gamp.” + </p> + <p> + “Who, sir?” asked Carl, with curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “Leonard Craig.” + </p> + <p> + “But what could induce him to do it?” said Carl, perplexed. + </p> + <p> + “He thought that I would see the letter, and would be prejudiced against + you if I discovered that you were investing in what is a species of + lottery.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “I should have thought you unwise, and I should have been reminded of a + fellow workman who became so infatuated with lotteries that he stole money + from his employer to enable him to continue his purchases of tickets. But + for this unhappy passion he would have remained honest.” + </p> + <p> + “Leonard must dislike me,” said Carl, thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “He is jealous of you; I warned you he or some one else might become so. + But the most curious circumstance is, he wrote a second letter in his own + name. I suspect he has bought a ticket. I advise you to say nothing about + the matter unless questioned.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t, sir.” + </p> + <p> + The next day Carl met Leonard in the street. + </p> + <p> + “By the way,” said Leonard, “you got a letter yesterday?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I brought it to the factory with the rest of the mail.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you.” + </p> + <p> + Leonard looked at him curiously. + </p> + <p> + “He seems to be close-mouthed,” Leonard said to himself. “He has sent for + a ticket, I’ll bet a hat, and don’t want me to find out. I wish I could + draw the capital prize—I would not mind old Jennings finding out + then.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you ever hear from your—friends?” he asked a minute later. + </p> + <p> + “Not often.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought that letter might be from your home.” + </p> + <p> + “No; it was a letter from Syracuse.” + </p> + <p> + “I remember now, it was postmarked Syracuse. Have you friends there?” + </p> + <p> + “None that I am aware of.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet you receive letters from there?” + </p> + <p> + “That was a business letter.” + </p> + <p> + Carl was quietly amused at Leonard’s skillful questions, but was + determined not to give him any light on the subject. + </p> + <p> + Leonard tried another avenue of attack. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, dear!” he sighed, “I wish I was rich.” + </p> + <p> + “I shouldn’t mind being rich myself,” said Carl, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose old Jennings must have a lot of money.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Jennings, I presume, is very well off,” responded Carl, emphasizing + the title “Mr.” + </p> + <p> + “If I had his money I wouldn’t live in such Quaker style.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you have him give fashionable parties?” asked Carl, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don’t know that he would enjoy that; but I’ll tell you what I + would do. I would buy a fast horse—a two-forty mare—and a + bangup buggy, and I’d show the old farmers round here what fast driving + is. Then I’d have a stylish house, and——” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t believe you’d be content to live in Milford, Leonard.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I would, either, unless my business were here. I’d go to + New York every few weeks and see life.” + </p> + <p> + “You may be rich some time, so that you can carry out your wishes.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know any easy way of getting money?” asked Leonard, pointedly. + </p> + <p> + “The easy ways are not generally the true ways. A man sometimes makes + money by speculation, but he has to have some to begin with.” + </p> + <p> + “I can’t get anything out of him,” thought Leonard. “Well, good-evening.” + </p> + <p> + He crossed the street, and joined the man who has already been referred to + as boarding at the hotel. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Stark had now been several days in Milford. What brought him there, or + what object he had in staying, Leonard had not yet ascertained. He + generally spent part of his evenings with the stranger, and had once or + twice received from him a small sum of money. Usually, however, he had met + Mr. Stark in the billiard room, and played a game or two of billiards with + him. Mr. Stark always paid for the use of the table, and that was + naturally satisfactory to Leonard, who enjoyed amusement at the expense of + others. + </p> + <p> + Leonard, bearing in mind his uncle’s request, had not mentioned his name + to Mr. Stark, and Stark, though he had walked about the village more or + less, had not chanced to meet Mr. Gibbon. + </p> + <p> + He had questioned Leonard, however, about Mr. Jennings, and whether he was + supposed to be rich. + </p> + <p> + Leonard had answered freely that everyone considered him so. + </p> + <p> + “But he doesn’t know how to enjoy his money,” he added. + </p> + <p> + “We should,” said Stark, jocularly. + </p> + <p> + “You bet we would,” returned Leonard; and he was quite sincere in his + boast, as we know from his conversation with Carl. + </p> + <p> + “By the way,” said Stark, on this particular evening, “I never asked you + about your family, Leonard. I suppose you live with your parents.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. They are dead.” + </p> + <p> + “Then whom do you live with?” + </p> + <p> + “With my uncle,” answered Leonard, guardedly. + </p> + <p> + “Is his name Craig?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “What then?” + </p> + <p> + “I’ve got to tell him,” thought Leonard. “Well, I don’t suppose there will + be much harm in it. My uncle is bookkeeper for Mr. Jennings,” he said, + “and his name is Julius Gibbon.” + </p> + <p> + Philip Stark wheeled round, and eyed Leonard in blank astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “Your uncle is Julius Gibbon!” he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I’ll be blowed.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you—know my uncle?” asked Leonard, hesitating. + </p> + <p> + “I rather think I do. Take me round to the house. I want to see him.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. + </h2> + <h3> + AN UNWELCOME GUEST. + </h3> + <p> + When Julius Gibbon saw the door open and Philip Stark enter the room where + he was smoking his noon cigar, his heart quickened its pulsations and he + turned pale. + </p> + <p> + “How are you, old friend?” said Stark, boisterously. “Funny, isn’t it, + that I should run across your nephew?” + </p> + <p> + “Very strange!” ejaculated Gibbon, looking the reverse of joyous. + </p> + <p> + “It’s a happy meeting, isn’t it? We used to see a good deal of each + other,” and he laughed in a way that Gibbon was far from enjoying. “Now, + I’ve come over to have a good, long chat with you. Leonard, I think we + won’t keep you, as you wouldn’t be interested in our talk about old + times.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Leonard, you may leave us,” added his uncle. + </p> + <p> + Leonard’s curiosity was excited, and he would have been glad to remain, + but as there was no help for it, he went out. + </p> + <p> + When they were alone, Stark drew up his chair close, and laid his hand + familiarly on the bookkeeper’s knee. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Gibbon, do you remember where we last met?” + </p> + <p> + Gibbon shuddered slightly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he answered, feebly. + </p> + <p> + “It was at Joliet—Joliet Penitentiary. Your time expired before + mine. I envied you the six months’ advantage you had of me. When I came + out I searched for you everywhere, but heard nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you know I was here?” asked the bookkeeper. + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t know. I had no suspicion of it. Nor did I dream that Leonard, + who was able to do me a little service, was your nephew. I say, he’s a + chip of the old block, Gibbon,” and Stark laughed as if he enjoyed it. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean by that?” + </p> + <p> + “I was lying in a field, overcome by liquor, an old weakness of mine, you + know, and my wallet had slipped out of my pocket. I chanced to open my + eyes, when I saw it in the hands of your promising nephew, ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + “He told me that.” + </p> + <p> + “But he didn’t tell you that he was on the point of appropriating a part + of the contents? I warrant you he didn’t tell you that.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he acknowledge it? Perhaps you misjudged him.” + </p> + <p> + “He didn’t acknowledge it in so many words, but I knew it by his change of + color and confusion. Oh, I didn’t lay it up against him. We are very good + friends. He comes honestly by it.” + </p> + <p> + Gibbon looked very much annoyed, but there were reasons why he did not + care to express his chagrin. + </p> + <p> + “On my honor, it was an immense surprise to me,” proceeded Stark, “when I + learned that my old friend Gibbon was a resident of Milford.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you had never found it out,” thought Gibbon, biting his lip. + </p> + <p> + “No sooner did I hear it than I posted off at once to call on you.” + </p> + <p> + “So I see.” + </p> + <p> + Stark elevated his eyebrows, and looked amused. He saw that he was not a + welcome visitor, but for that he cared little. + </p> + <p> + “Haven’t you got on, though? Here I find you the trusted bookkeeper of an + important business firm. Did you bring recommendations from your last + place?” and he burst into a loud guffaw. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you wouldn’t make such references,” snapped Gibbon. “They can do + no good, and might do harm.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be angry, my dear boy. I rejoice at your good fortune. Wish I was + equally well fixed. You don’t ask how I am getting on.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you are prosperous,” said Gibbon, coldly. + </p> + <p> + “I might be more so. Is there a place vacant in your office?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “And if there were, you might not recommend me, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “There is no need to speak of that. There is no vacancy.” + </p> + <p> + “Upon my word, I wish there were, as I am getting to the end of my tether. + I may have money enough to last me four weeks longer, but no more.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see how I can help you,” said Gibbon. + </p> + <p> + “How much salary does Mr. Jennings pay you?” + </p> + <p> + “A hundred dollars a month,” answered the bookkeeper, reluctantly. + </p> + <p> + “Not bad, in a cheap place like this.” + </p> + <p> + “It takes all I make to pay expenses.” + </p> + <p> + “I remember—you have a wife. I have no such incumbrance.” + </p> + <p> + “There is one question I would like to ask you,” said the bookkeeper. + </p> + <p> + “Fire away, dear boy. Have you an extra cigar?” + </p> + <p> + “Here is one.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks. Now I shall be comfortable. Go ahead with your question.” + </p> + <p> + “What brought you to Milford? You didn’t know of my being here, you say.” + </p> + <p> + “Neither did I. I came on my old business.” + </p> + <p> + “What?” + </p> + <p> + “I heard there was a rich manufacturer here—I allude to your + respected employer. I thought I might manage to open his safe some dark + night.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” protested Gibbon in alarm. “Don’t think of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” asked Stark, coolly. + </p> + <p> + “Because,” answered Gibbon, in some agitation, “I might be suspected.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, perhaps you might; but I have got to look out for number one. How + do you expect me to live?” + </p> + <p> + “Go somewhere else. There are plenty of other men as rich, and richer, + where you would not be compromising an old friend.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s because I have an old friend in the office that I have thought this + would be my best opening.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely, man, you don’t expect me to betray my employer, and join with you + in robbing him?” + </p> + <p> + “That’s just what I do expect. Don’t tell me you have grown virtuous, + Gibbon. The tiger doesn’t lose his spots or the leopard his stripes. I + tell you there’s a fine chance for us both. I’ll divide with you, if + you’ll help me.” + </p> + <p> + “But I’ve gone out of the business,” protested Gibbon. + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t. Come, old boy, I can’t let any sentimental scruples interfere + with so good a stroke of business.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t help you!” said Gibbon, angrily. “You only want to get me into + trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t help me?” said Stark, with slow deliberation. + </p> + <p> + “No, I can’t honorably. Can’t you let me alone?” + </p> + <p> + “Sorry to say, I can’t. If I was rich, I might; but as it is, it is quite + necessary for me to raise some money somewhere. By all accounts, Jennings + is rich, and can spare a small part of his accumulations for a good fellow + that’s out of luck.” + </p> + <p> + “You’d better give up the idea. It’s quite impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it?” asked Stark, with a wicked look. “Then do you know what I will + do?” + </p> + <p> + “What will you do?” asked Gibbon, nervously. + </p> + <p> + “I will call on your employer, and tell him what I know of you.” + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn’t do that?” said the bookkeeper, much agitated. + </p> + <p> + “Why not? You turn your back upon an old friend. You bask in prosperity, + and turn from him in his poverty. It’s the way of the world, no doubt; but + Phil Stark generally gets even with those who don’t treat him well.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me what you want me to do,” said Gibbon, desperately. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me first whether your safe contains much of value.” + </p> + <p> + “We keep a line of deposit with the Milford Bank.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean to say that nothing of value is left in the safe overnight?” + asked Stark, disappointed. + </p> + <p> + “There is a box of government bonds usually kept there,” the bookkeeper + admitted, reluctantly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that’s good!” returned Stark, rubbing his hands. “Do you know how + much they amount to?” + </p> + <p> + “I think there are about four thousand dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Good! We must have those bonds, Gibbon.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. + </h2> + <h3> + MR. STARK IS RECOGNIZED. + </h3> + <p> + Phil Stark was resolved not to release his hold upon his old acquaintance. + During the day he spent his time in lounging about the town, but in the + evening he invariably fetched up at the bookkeeper’s modest home. His + attentions were evidently not welcome to Mr. Gibbon, who daily grew more + and more nervous and irritable, and had the appearance of a man whom + something disquieted. + </p> + <p> + Leonard watched the growing intimacy with curiosity. He was a sharp boy, + and he felt convinced that there was something between his uncle and the + stranger. There was no chance for him to overhear any conversation, for he + was always sent out of the way when the two were closeted together. He + still met Mr. Stark outside, and played billiards with him frequently. + Once he tried to extract some information from Stark. + </p> + <p> + “You’ve known my uncle a good while,” he said, in a tone of assumed + indifference. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a good many years,” answered Stark, as he made a carom. + </p> + <p> + “Were you in business together?” + </p> + <p> + “Not exactly, but we may be some time,” returned Stark, with a significant + smile. + </p> + <p> + “Here?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that isn’t decided.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did you first meet Uncle Julius?” + </p> + <p> + “The kid’s growing curious,” said Stark to himself. “Does he think he can + pull wool over the eyes of Phil Stark? If he does, he thinks a good deal + too highly of himself. I will answer his questions to suit myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Why don’t you ask your uncle that?” + </p> + <p> + “I did,” said Leonard, “but he snapped me up, and told me to mind my own + business. He is getting terribly cross lately.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s his stomach, I presume,” said Stark, urbanely. “He is a confirmed + dyspeptic—that’s what’s the matter with him. Now; I’ve got the + digestion of an ox. Nothing ever troubles me, and the result is that I am + as calm and good-natured as a May morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you ever get riled, Mr. Stark?” asked Leonard, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “Well, hardly ever. Sometimes when I am asked fool questions by one who + seems to be prying into what is none of his business, I get wrathy, and + when I’m roused look out!” + </p> + <p> + He glanced meaningly at Leonard, and the boy understood that the words + conveyed a warning and a menace. + </p> + <p> + “Is anything the matter with you, Mr. Gibbon? Are you as well as usual?” + asked Mr. Jennings one morning. The little man was always considerate, and + he had noticed the flurried and nervous manner of his bookkeeper. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; what makes you ask?” said Gibbon, apologetically. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you need a vacation,” suggested Mr. Jennings. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, I think not. Besides, I couldn’t be spared.” + </p> + <p> + “I would keep the books myself for a week to favor you.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind, but I won’t trouble you just yet. A little later on, + if I feel more uncomfortable, I will avail myself of your kindness.” + </p> + <p> + “Do so. I know that bookkeeping is a strain upon the mind, more so than + physical labor.” + </p> + <p> + There were special reasons why Mr. Gibbon did not dare to accept the + vacation tendered him by his employer. He knew that Phil Stark would be + furious, for it would interfere with his designs. He could not afford to + offend this man, who held in his possession a secret affecting his + reputation and good name. + </p> + <p> + The presence of a stranger in a small town always attracts public + attention, and many were curious about the rakish-looking man who had now + for some time occupied a room at the hotel. + </p> + <p> + Among others, Carl had several times seen him walking with Leonard Craig + </p> + <p> + “Leonard,” he asked one day, “who is the gentleman I see you so often + walking with?” + </p> + <p> + “It’s a man that’s boarding at the hotel. I play billiards with him + sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + “He seems to like Milford.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. He’s over at our house every evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he?” asked Carl, surprised. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he’s an old acquaintance of Uncle Julius. I don’t know where they + met each other, for he won’t tell. He said he and uncle might go into + business together some time. Between you and me, I think uncle would like + to get rid of him. I know he doesn’t like him.” + </p> + <p> + This set Carl to thinking, but something occurred soon afterwards that + impressed him still more. + </p> + <p> + Occasionally a customer of the house visited Milford, wishing to give a + special order for some particular line of goods. About this time a Mr. + Thorndike, from Chicago, came to Milford on this errand, and put up at the + hotel. He had called at the factory during the day, and had some + conversation with Mr. Jennings. After supper a doubt entered the mind of + the manufacturer in regard to one point, and he said to Carl: “Carl, are + you engaged this evening?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you carry a note for me to the hotel?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, sir; I shall be glad to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Thorndike leaves in the morning, and I am not quite clear as to one + of the specifications he gave me with his order. You noticed the gentleman + who went through the factory with me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “He is Mr. Thorndike. Please hand him this note, and if he wishes you to + remain with him for company, you had better do so.” + </p> + <p> + “I will, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Hannah,” said Mr. Jennings, as his messenger left with the note, “Carl is + a pleasant addition to our little household?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed he is,” responded Hannah, emphatically. + </p> + <p> + “If he was twice the trouble I’d be glad to have him here.” + </p> + <p> + “He is easy to get along with.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet his stepmother drove him from his father’s house.” + </p> + <p> + “She’s a wicked trollop, then!” said Hannah, in a deep, stern voice. “I’d + like to get hold of her, I would.” + </p> + <p> + “What would you do to her?” asked Mr. Jennings, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I’d give her a good shaking,” answered Hannah. + </p> + <p> + “I believe you would, Hannah,” said Mr. Jennings, amused. “On the whole, I + think she had better keep out of your clutches. Still, but for her we + would never have met with Carl. What is his father’s loss is our gain.” + </p> + <p> + “What a poor, weak man his father must be,” said Hannah, contemptuously, + “to let a woman like her turn him against his own flesh and blood!” + </p> + <p> + “I agree with you, Hannah. I hope some time he may see his mistake.” + </p> + <p> + Carl kept on his way to the hotel. It was summer and Mr. Thorndike was + sitting on the piazza smoking a cigar. To him Carl delivered the note. + </p> + <p> + “It’s all right!” he said, rapidly glancing it over. “You may tell Mr. + Jennings,” and here he gave an answer to the question asked in the letter. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I will remember.” + </p> + <p> + “Won’t you sit down and keep me company a little while?” asked Thorndike, + who was sociably inclined. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” and Carl sat down in a chair beside him. + </p> + <p> + “Will you have a cigar?” + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you, sir. I don’t smoke.” + </p> + <p> + “That is where you are sensible. I began to smoke at fourteen, and now I + find it hard to break off. My doctor tells me it is hurting me, but the + chains of habit are strong.” + </p> + <p> + “All the more reason for forming good habits, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Spoken like a philosopher. Are you in the employ of my friend, Mr. + Jennings?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Learning the business?” + </p> + <p> + “That is my present intention.” + </p> + <p> + “If you ever come out to Chicago, call on me, and if you are out of a + place, I will give you one.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you not a little rash, Mr. Thorndike, to offer me a place when you + know so little of me?” + </p> + <p> + “I trust a good deal to looks. I care more for them than for + recommendations.” + </p> + <p> + At that moment Phil Stark came out of the hotel, and passing them, stepped + off the piazza into the street. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Thorndike half rose from his seat, and looked after him. + </p> + <p> + “Who is that?” he asked, in an exciting whisper. + </p> + <p> + “A man named Stark, who is boarding at the hotel. Do you know him?” + </p> + <p> + “Do I know him?” repeated Thorndike. “He is one of the most successful + burglars in the West.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. + </h2> + <h3> + PREPARING FOR THE BURGLAR. + </h3> + <p> + Carl stared at Mr. Thorndike in surprise and dismay. + </p> + <p> + “A burglar!” he ejaculated. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I was present in the courtroom when he was convicted of robbing the + Springfield bank. I sat there for three hours, and his face was impressed + upon my memory. I saw him later on in the Joliet Penitentiary. I was + visiting the institution and saw the prisoners file out into the yard. I + recognized this man instantly. Do you know how long he has been here?” + </p> + <p> + “For two weeks I should think.” + </p> + <p> + “He has some dishonest scheme in his head, I have no doubt. Have you a + bank in Milford?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “He may have some design upon that.” + </p> + <p> + “He is very intimate with our bookkeeper, so his nephew tells me.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Thorndike looked startled. + </p> + <p> + “Ha! I scent danger to my friend, Mr. Jennings. He ought to be apprised.” + </p> + <p> + “He shall be, sir,” said Carl, firmly. + </p> + <p> + “Will you see him to-night?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I am not only in his employ, but I live at his house.” + </p> + <p> + “That is well.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I ought to go home at once.” + </p> + <p> + “No attempt will be made to rob the office till late. It is scarcely eight + o’clock. I don’t know, however, but I will walk around to the house with + you, and tell your employer what I know. By the way, what sort of a man is + the bookkeeper?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know him very well, sir. He has a nephew in the office, who was + transferred from the factory. I have taken his place.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think the bookkeeper would join in a plot to rob his employer?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t like him. To me he is always disagreeable, but I would not like + to say that.” + </p> + <p> + “How long has he been in the employ of Mr. Jennings?” + </p> + <p> + “As long as two years, I should think.” + </p> + <p> + “You say that this man is intimate with him?” + </p> + <p> + “Leonard Craig—he is the nephew—says that Mr. Philip Stark is + at his uncle’s house every evening.” + </p> + <p> + “So he calls himself Philip Stark, does he?” + </p> + <p> + “Isn’t that his name?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose it is one of his names. He was convicted under that name, and + retains it here on account of its being so far from the place of his + conviction. Whether it is his real name or not, I do not know. What is the + name of your bookkeeper?” + </p> + <p> + “Julius Gibbon.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t remember ever having heard it. Evidently there has been some past + acquaintance between the two men, and that, I should say, is hardly a + recommendation for Mr. Gibbon. Of course that alone is not enough to + condemn him, but the intimacy is certainly a suspicious circumstance.” + </p> + <p> + The two soon reached the house of Mr. Jennings, for the distance was only + a quarter of a mile. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings seemed a little surprised, but gave a kindly welcome to his + unexpected guest. It occurred to him that he might have come to give some + extra order for goods. + </p> + <p> + “You are surprised to see me,” said Thorndike. “I came on a very important + matter.” + </p> + <p> + A look of inquiry came over the face of Mr. Jennings. + </p> + <p> + “There’s a thief in the village—a guest at the hotel—whom I + recognize as one of the most expert burglars in the country.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I know whom you mean, a man of moderate height, rather thick set, + with small, black eyes and a slouch hat.” + </p> + <p> + “Exactly.” + </p> + <p> + “What can you tell me about him?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Thorndike repeated the statement he had already made to Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think our bank is in danger?” asked the manufacturer. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so, but the chief danger threatens you.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings looked surprised. + </p> + <p> + “What makes you think so?” + </p> + <p> + “Because this man appears to be very intimate with your bookkeeper.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know that?” asked the little man, quickly. + </p> + <p> + “I refer you to Carl.” + </p> + <p> + “Leonard Craig told me to-night that this man Stark spent every evening at + his uncle’s house.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings looked troubled. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to hear this,” he said. “I dislike to lose confidence in any + man whom I have trusted.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you noticed anything unusual in the demeanor of your bookkeeper of + late?” asked Thorndike. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he has appeared out of spirits and nervous.” + </p> + <p> + “That would seem to indicate he is conspiring to rob you.” + </p> + <p> + “This very day, noticing the change in him, I offered him a week’s + vacation. He promptly declined to take it.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course. It would conflict with the plans of his confederate. I don’t + know the man, but I do know human nature, and I venture to predict that + your safe will be opened within a week. Do you keep anything of value in + it?” + </p> + <p> + “There are my books, which are of great value to me.” + </p> + <p> + “But not to a thief. Anything else?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I have a tin box containing four thousand dollars in government + bonds.” + </p> + <p> + “Coupon or registered?” + </p> + <p> + “Coupon.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing could be better—for a burglar. What on earth could induce + you to keep the bonds in your own safe?” + </p> + <p> + “To tell the truth, I considered them quite as safe there as in the bank. + Banks are more likely to be robbed than private individuals.” + </p> + <p> + “Circumstances alter cases. Does anyone know that you have the bonds in + your safe?” + </p> + <p> + “My bookkeeper is aware of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, my friend, I caution you to remove the bonds from so unsafe a + depository as soon as possible. Unless I am greatly mistaken, this man, + Stark, has bought over your bookkeeper, and will have his aid in robbing + you.” + </p> + <p> + “What is your advice?” + </p> + <p> + “To remove the bonds this very evening,” said Thorndike. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think the danger so pressing?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course I don’t know that an attempt will be made to-night, but it is + quite possible. Should it be so, you would have an opportunity to realize + that delays are dangerous.” + </p> + <p> + “Should Mr. Gibbon find, on opening the safe to-morrow morning, that the + box is gone, it may lead to an attack upon my house.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you to leave the box in the safe.” + </p> + <p> + “But I understand that you advised me to remove it.” + </p> + <p> + “Not the box, but the bonds. Listen to my plan. Cut out some newspaper + slips of about the same bulk as the bonds, put them in place of the bonds + in the box, and quietly transfer the bonds in your pocket to your own + house. To-morrow you can place them in the bank. Should no burglary be + attempted, let the box remain in the safe, just as if its contents were + valuable.” + </p> + <p> + “Your advice is good, and I will adopt it,” said Jennings, “and thank you + for your valuable and friendly instruction.” + </p> + <p> + “If agreeable to you I will accompany you to the office at once. The bonds + cannot be removed too soon. Then if anyone sees us entering, it will be + thought that you are showing me the factory. It will divert suspicion, + even if we are seen by Stark or your bookkeeper.” + </p> + <p> + “May I go, too?” asked Carl, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly,” said the manufacturer. “I know, Carl, that you are devoted to + my interests. It is a comfort to know this, now that I have cause to + suspect my bookkeeper.” + </p> + <p> + It was only a little after nine. The night was moderately dark, and Carl + was intrusted with a wax candle, which he put in his pocket for use in the + office. They reached the factory without attracting attention, and entered + by the office door. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings opened the safe—he and the bookkeeper alone knew the + combination—and with some anxiety took out the tin box. It was + possible that the contents had already been removed. But no! on opening + it, the bonds were found intact. According to Mr. Thorndike’s advice, he + transferred them to his pocket, and substituted folded paper. Then, + replacing everything, the safe was once more locked, and the three left + the office. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Thorndike returned to the hotel, and Mr. Jennings to his house, but + Carl asked permission to remain out a while longer. + </p> + <p> + “It is on my mind that an attempt will be made to-night to rob the safe,” + he said. “I want to watch near the factory to see if my suspicion is + correct.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, Carl, but don’t stay out too long!” said his employer. + </p> + <p> + “Suppose I see them entering the office, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t interrupt them! They will find themselves badly fooled. Notice only + if Mr. Gibbon is of the party. I must know whether my bookkeeper is to be + trusted.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. + </h2> + <h3> + THE BURGLARY. + </h3> + <p> + Carl seated himself behind a stone wall on the opposite side of the street + from the factory. The building was on the outskirts of the village, though + not more than half a mile from the post office, and there was very little + travel in that direction during the evening. This made it more favorable + for thieves, though up to the present time no burglarious attempt had been + made on it. Indeed, Milford had been exceptionally fortunate in that + respect. Neighboring towns had been visited, some of them several times, + but Milford had escaped. + </p> + <p> + The night was quite dark, but not what is called pitchy dark. As the eyes + became accustomed to the obscurity, they were able to see a considerable + distance. So it was with Carl. From his place of concealment he + occasionally raised his head and looked across the way to the factory. An + hour passed, and he grew tired. It didn’t look as if the attempt were to + be made that night. Eleven o’clock pealed out from the spire of the + Baptist Church, a quarter of a mile away. Carl counted the strokes, and + when the last died into silence, he said to himself: + </p> + <p> + “I will stay here about ten minutes longer. Then, if no one comes, I will + give it up for tonight.” + </p> + <p> + The time was nearly up when his quick ear caught a low murmur of voices. + Instantly he was on the alert. Waiting till the sound came nearer, he + ventured to raise his head for an instant above the top of the wall. + </p> + <p> + His heart beat with excitement when he saw two figures approaching. Though + it was so dark, he recognized them by their size and outlines. They were + Julius Gibbon, the bookkeeper, and Phil Stark, the stranger staying at the + hotel. + </p> + <p> + Carl watched closely, raising his head for a few seconds at a time above + the wall, ready to lower it should either glance in his direction. But + neither of the men did so. Ignorant that they were suspected, it was the + farthest possible from their thoughts that anyone would be on the watch. + </p> + <p> + Presently they came so near that Carl could hear their voices. + </p> + <p> + “I wish it was over,” murmured Gibbon, nervously. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t worry,” said his companion. “There is no occasion for haste. + Everybody in Milford is in bed and asleep, and we have several hours at + our disposal.” + </p> + <p> + “You must remember that my reputation is at stake. This night’s work may + undo me.” + </p> + <p> + “My friend, you can afford to take the chances. Haven’t I agreed to give + you half the bonds?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be suspected, and shall be obliged to stand my ground, while you + will disappear from the scene.” + </p> + <p> + “Two thousand dollars will pay you for some inconvenience. I don’t see why + you should be suspected. You will be supposed to be fast asleep on your + virtuous couch, while some bad burglar is robbing your worthy employer. Of + course you will be thunderstruck when in the morning the appalling + discovery is made. I’ll tell you what will be a good dodge for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “Offer a reward of a hundred dollars from your own purse for the discovery + of the villain who has robbed the safe and abstracted the bonds.” + </p> + <p> + Phil Stark burst out into a loud guffaw as he uttered these words. + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” said Gibbon, timidly. “I thought I heard some one moving.” + </p> + <p> + “What a timid fool you are!” muttered Stark, contemptuously. “If I had no + more pluck, I’d hire myself out to herd cows.” + </p> + <p> + “It’s a better business,” said Gibbon, bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, each to his taste! If you lose your place as bookkeeper, you + might offer your services to some farmer. As for me, the danger, though + there isn’t much, is just enough to make it exciting.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t care for any such excitement,” said Gibbon, dispiritedly. “Why + couldn’t you have kept away and let me earn an honest living?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I must live as well as you, my dear friend. When this little + affair is over, you will thank me for helping you to a good thing.” + </p> + <p> + Of course all this conversation did not take place within Carl’s hearing. + While it was going on, the men had opened the office door and entered. + Then, as Carl watched the window closely he saw a narrow gleam of light + from a dark lantern illuminating the interior. + </p> + <p> + “Now they are at the safe,” thought Carl. + </p> + <p> + We, who are privileged, will enter the office and watch the proceedings. + </p> + <p> + Gibbon had no difficulty in opening the safe, for he was acquainted with + the combination. Stark thrust in his hand eagerly and drew out the box. + </p> + <p> + “This is what we want,” he said, in a tone of satisfaction. “Have you a + key that will open it?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall have to take box and all.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us get through as soon as possible,” said Gibbon, uneasily. + </p> + <p> + “You can close the safe, if you want to. There is nothing else worth + taking?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we will evacuate the premises. Is there an old newspaper I can use + to wrap up the box in? It might look suspicious if anyone should see it in + our possession.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, here is one.” + </p> + <p> + He handed a copy of a weekly paper to Phil Stark, who skillfully wrapped + up the box, and placing it under his arm, went out of the office, leaving + Gibbon to follow. + </p> + <p> + “Where will you carry it?” asked Gibbon. + </p> + <p> + “Somewhere out of sight where I can safely open it. I should have + preferred to take the bonds, and leave the box in the safe. Then the bonds + might not have been missed for a week or more.” + </p> + <p> + “That would have been better.” + </p> + <p> + That was the last that Carl heard. The two disappeared in the darkness, + and Carl, raising himself from his place of concealment, stretched his + cramped limbs and made the best of his way home. He thought no one would + be up, but Mr. Jennings came out from the sitting-room, where he had flung + himself on a lounge, and met Carl in the hall. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “The safe has been robbed.” + </p> + <p> + “Who did it?” asked the manufacturer, quickly. + </p> + <p> + “The two we suspected.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you see Mr. Gibbon, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he was accompanied by Mr. Stark.” + </p> + <p> + “You saw them enter the factory?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I was crouching behind the stone wall on the other side of the + road.” + </p> + <p> + “How long were they inside?” + </p> + <p> + “Not over fifteen minutes—perhaps only ten.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Gibbon knew the combination,” said Jennings, quietly. “There was no + occasion to lose time in breaking open the safe. There is some advantage + in having a friend inside. Did you see them go out?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Carrying the tin box with them?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. Mr. Stark wrapped it in a newspaper after they got outside.” + </p> + <p> + “But you saw the tin box?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, if necessary, you can testify to it. I thought it possible that Mr. + Gibbon might have a key to open it.” + </p> + <p> + “I overheard Stark regretting that he could not open it so as to abstract + the bonds and leave the box in the safe. In that case, he said, it might + be some time before the robbery was discovered.” + </p> + <p> + “He will himself make an unpleasant discovery when he opens the box. I + don’t think there is any call to pity him, do you, Carl?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. I should like to be within sight when he opens it.” + </p> + <p> + The manufacturer laughed quietly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he said; “if I could see it I should feel repaid for the loss of + the box. Let it be a lesson for you, my boy. Those who seek to enrich + themselves by unlawful means are likely in the end to meet with + disappointment.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I need the lesson?” asked Carl, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “No, my lad. I am sure you don’t. But you do need a good night’s rest. Let + us go to bed at once, and get what sleep we may. I won’t allow the + burglary to keep me awake.” + </p> + <p> + He laughed in high good humor, and Carl went up to his comfortable room, + where he soon lost all remembrance of the exciting scene of which he had + been a witness. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings went to the factory at the usual time the next morning. + </p> + <p> + As he entered the office the bookkeeper approached him pale and excited. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Jennings,” he said, hurriedly, “I have bad news for you.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Mr. Gibbon?” + </p> + <p> + “When I opened the safe this morning, I discovered that the tin box had + been stolen.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings took the news quietly. + </p> + <p> + “Have you any suspicion who took it?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. I—I hope the loss is not a heavy one.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not care to make the extent of the loss public. Were there any marks + of violence? Was the safe broken open?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Singular; is it not?” + </p> + <p> + “If you will allow me I will join in offering a reward for the discovery + of the thief. I feel in a measure responsible.” + </p> + <p> + “I will think of your offer, Mr. Gibbon.” + </p> + <p> + “He suspects nothing,” thought Gibbon, with a sigh of relief. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. + </h2> + <h3> + STARK’S DISAPPOINTMENT. + </h3> + <p> + Philip Stark went back to the hotel with the tin box under his arm. He + would like to have entered the hotel without notice, but this was + impossible, for the landlord’s nephew was just closing up. Though not late + for the city, it was very late for the country, and he looked surprised + when Stark came in. + </p> + <p> + “I am out late,” said Stark, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “That is, late for Milford. In the city I never go to bed before + midnight.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you been out walking?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “You found it rather dark, did you not?” + </p> + <p> + “It is dark as a pocket.” + </p> + <p> + “You couldn’t have found the walk a very pleasant one.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, my friend; but I didn’t walk for pleasure. The fact is, I + am rather worried about a business matter. I have learned that I am + threatened with a heavy loss—an unwise investment in the West—and + I wanted time to think it over and decide how to act.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” answered the clerk, respectfully, for Stark’s words led him to + think that his guest was a man of wealth. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I was rich enough to be worried by such a cause,” he said, + jokingly. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you were. Some time I may be able to throw something in your way.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think it would pay me to go to the West?” asked the clerk, + eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “I think it quite likely—if you know some one out in that section.” + </p> + <p> + “But I don’t know anyone.” + </p> + <p> + “You know me,” said Stark, significantly. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think you could help me to a place, Mr. Stark?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I could. A month from now write to me Col. Philip Stark, at + Denver, Colorado, and I will see if I can find an opening for you.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind, Mr.—I mean Col. Stark,” said the clerk, + gratefully. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, never mind about the title,” returned Stark, smiling good-naturedly. + “I only gave it to you just now, because everybody in Denver knows me as a + colonel, and I am afraid a letter otherwise addressed would not reach me. + By the way, I am sorry that I shall probably have to leave you to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “So soon?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it’s this tiresome business. I should not wonder if I might lose ten + thousand dollars through the folly of my agent. I shall probably have to + go out to right things.” + </p> + <p> + “I couldn’t afford to lose ten thousand dollars,” said the young man, + regarding the capitalist before him with deference. + </p> + <p> + “No, I expect not. At your age I wasn’t worth ten thousand cents. Now—but + that’s neither here nor there. Give me a light, please, and I will go up + to bed.” + </p> + <p> + “He was about to say how much he is worth now,” soliloquized the clerk. “I + wish he had not stopped short. If I can’t be rich myself, I like to talk + with a rich man. There’s hope for me, surely. He says that at my age he + was not worth ten thousand cents. That is only a hundred dollars, and I am + worth that. I must keep it to pay my expenses to Colorado, if he should + send for me in a few weeks.” + </p> + <p> + The young man had noticed with some curiosity the rather oddly-shaped + bundle which Stark carried under his arm, but could not see his way clear + to asking any questions about it. It seemed queer that Stark should have + it with him while walking. Come to think of it, he remembered seeing him + go out in the early evening, and he was quite confident that at that time + he had no bundle with him. However, he was influenced only by a spirit of + idle curiosity. He had no idea that the bundle was of any importance or + value. The next day he changed his opinion on that subject. + </p> + <p> + Phil Stark went up to his chamber, and setting the lamp on the bureau, + first carefully locked the door, and then removed the paper from the tin + box. He eyed it lovingly, and tried one by one the keys he had in his + pocket, but none exactly fitted. + </p> + <p> + As he was experimenting he thought with a smile of the night clerk from + whom he had just parted. + </p> + <p> + “Stark,” he soliloquized, addressing himself, “you are an old humbug. You + have cleverly duped that unsophisticated young man downstairs. He looks + upon you as a man of unbounded wealth, evidently, while, as a matter of + fact, you are almost strapped. Let me see how much I have got left.” + </p> + <p> + He took out his wallet, and counted out seven dollars and thirty-eight + cents. + </p> + <p> + “That can hardly be said to constitute wealth,” he reflected, “but it is + all I have over and above the contents of this box. That makes all the + difference. Gibbon is of opinion that there are four thousand dollars in + bonds inside, and he expects me to give him half. Shall I do it? Not such + a fool! I’ll give him fifteen hundred and keep the balance myself. That’ll + pay him handsomely, and the rest will be a good nestegg for me. If Gibbon + is only half shrewd he will pull the wool over the eyes of that midget of + an employer, and retain his place and comfortable salary. There will be no + evidence against him, and he can pose as an innocent man. Bah! what a lot + of humbug there is in the world. Well, well, Stark, you have your share, + no doubt. Otherwise how would you make a living? To-morrow I must clear + out from Milford, and give it a wide berth in future. I suppose there will + be a great hue-and-cry about the robbery of the safe. It will be just as + well for me to be somewhere else. I have already given the clerk a good + reason for my sudden departure. Confound it, it’s a great nuisance that I + can’t open this box! I would like to know before I go to bed just how much + boodle I have acquired. Then I can decide how much to give Gibbon. If I + dared I’d keep the whole, but he might make trouble.” + </p> + <p> + Phil Stark, or Col. Philip Stark, as he had given his name, had a large + supply of keys, but none of them seemed to fit the tin box. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I shall excite suspicion if I sit up any longer,” thought + Stark. “I will go to bed and get up early in the morning. Then I may + succeed better in opening this plaguy box.” + </p> + <p> + He removed his clothing and got into bed. The evening had been rather an + exciting one, but the excitement was a pleasurable one, for he had + succeeded in the plan which he and the bookkeeper had so ingeniously + formed and carried out, and here within reach was the rich reward after + which they had striven. Mr. Stark was not troubled with a conscience—that + he had got rid of years ago—and he was filled with a comfortable + consciousness of having retrieved his fortunes when they were on the wane. + So, in a short time he fell asleep, and slept peacefully. Toward morning, + however, he had a disquieting dream. It seemed to him that he awoke + suddenly from slumber and saw Gibbon leaving the room with the tin box + under his arm. He awoke really with beads of perspiration upon his brow—awoke + to see by the sun streaming in at his window that the morning was well + advanced, and the tin box was still safe. + </p> + <p> + “Thank Heaven, it was but a dream!” he murmured. “I must get up and try + once more to open the box.” + </p> + <p> + The keys had all been tried, and had proved not to fit. Mr. Stark was + equal to the emergency. He took from his pocket a button hook and bent it + so as to make a pick, and after a little experimenting succeeded in + turning the lock. He lifted the lid eagerly, and with distended eyes + prepared to gloat upon the stolen bonds. But over his face there came a + startling change. The ashy blue hue of disappointment succeeded the + glowing, hopeful look. He snatched at one of the folded slips of paper and + opened it. Alas! it was valueless, mere waste paper. He sank into a chair + in a limp, hopeless posture, quite overwhelmed. Then he sprang up + suddenly, and his expression changed to one of fury and menace. + </p> + <p> + “If Julius Gibbon has played this trick upon me,” he said, between his set + teeth, “he shall repent it—bitterly!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. + </h2> + <h3> + A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISE. + </h3> + <p> + Philip Stark sat down to breakfast in a savage frame of mind. He wanted to + be revenged upon Gibbon, whom he suspected of having deceived him by + opening and appropriating the bonds, and then arranged to have him carry + off the box filled with waste paper. + </p> + <p> + He sat at the table but five minutes, for he had little or no appetite. + </p> + <p> + From the breakfast room he went out on the piazza, and with corrugated + brows smoked a cigar, but it failed to have the usual soothing effect. + </p> + <p> + If he had known the truth he would have left Milford without delay, but he + was far from suspecting that the deception practiced upon him had been + arranged by the man whom he wanted to rob. While there seemed little + inducement for him to stay in Milford, he was determined to seek the + bookkeeper, and ascertain whether, as he suspected, his confederate had in + his possession the bonds which he had been scheming for. If so, he would + compel him by threats to disgorge the larger portion, and then leave town + at once. + </p> + <p> + But the problem was, how to see him. He felt that it would be venturesome + to go round to the factory, as by this time the loss might have been + discovered. If only the box had been left, the discovery might be + deferred. Then a bright idea occurred to him. He must get the box out of + his own possession, as its discovery would compromise him. Why could he + not arrange to leave it somewhere on the premises of his confederate? + </p> + <p> + He resolved upon the instant to carry out the idea. He went up to his + room, wrapped the tin box in a paper, and walked round to the house of the + bookkeeper. The coast seemed to be clear, as he supposed it would be. He + slipped into the yard, and swiftly entered an outhouse. There was a large + wooden chest, or box, which had once been used to store grain. Stark + lifted the cover, dropped the box inside, and then, with a feeling of + relief, walked out of the yard. But he had been observed. Mrs. Gibbon + chanced to be looking out of a side window and saw him. She recognized him + as the stranger who had been in the habit of spending recent evenings with + her husband. + </p> + <p> + “What can he want here at this time?” she asked herself. + </p> + <p> + She deliberated whether she should go to the door and speak to Stark, but + decided not to do so. + </p> + <p> + “He will call at the door if he has anything to say,” she reflected. + </p> + <p> + Phil Stark walked on till he reached the factory. He felt that he must see + Julius Gibbon, and satisfy himself as to the meaning of the mysterious + substitution of waste paper for bonds. + </p> + <p> + When he reached a point where he could see into the office, he caught the + eye of Leonard, who was sitting at the window. He beckoned for him to come + out, and Leonard was glad to do so. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you going?” asked the bookkeeper, observing the boy’s movement. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Stark is just across the street, and he beckoned for me.” + </p> + <p> + Julius Gibbon flushed painfully, and he trembled with nervous agitation, + for he feared something had happened. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, go out, but don’t stay long.” + </p> + <p> + Leonard crossed the street and walked up to Stark, who awaited him, + looking grim and stern. + </p> + <p> + “Your uncle is inside?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell him I wish to see him at once—on business of importance.” + </p> + <p> + “He’s busy,” said Leonard. “‘He doesn’t leave the office in business + hours.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell him I must see him—do you hear? He’ll come fast enough.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what it’s all about,” thought Leonard, whose curiosity was + naturally excited. + </p> + <p> + “Wait a minute!” said Stark, as he turned to go. “Is Jennings in?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, he has gone over to the next town.” + </p> + <p> + “Probably the box has not been missed, then,” thought Stark. “So much the + better! I can find out how matters stand, and then leave town.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well!” he said, aloud, “let your uncle understand that I must see + him.” + </p> + <p> + Leonard carried in the message. Gibbon made no objection, but took his hat + and went out, leaving Leonard in charge of the office. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what is it?” he asked, hurriedly, as he reached Stark. “Is—is + the box all right?” + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Gibbon,” said Stark, harshly, “have you been playing any of + your infernal tricks upon me?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know what you mean,” responded Gibbon, bewildered. + </p> + <p> + Stark eyed him sharply, but the bookkeeper was evidently sincere. + </p> + <p> + “Is there anything wrong?” continued the latter. + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean to tell me you didn’t know that wretched box was filled with + waste paper?” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean it?” exclaimed Gibbon, in dismay. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do. I didn’t open it till this morning, and in place of government + bonds, I found only folded slips of newspaper.” + </p> + <p> + By this time Gibbon was suspicious. Having no confidence in Stark, it + occurred to him that it was a ruse to deprive him of his share of the + bonds. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t believe you,” he said. “You want to keep all the bonds for + yourself, and cheat me out of my share.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to Heaven you were right. If there had been any bonds, I would + have acted on the square. But somebody had removed them, and substituted + paper. I suspected you.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to swear that this has happened without my knowledge,” said + Gibbon, earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “How, then, could it have occurred?” asked Stark. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know, upon my honor. Where is the box?” + </p> + <p> + “I—have disposed of it.” + </p> + <p> + “You should have waited and opened it before me.” + </p> + <p> + “I asked you if you had a key that would open it. I wanted to open it last + evening in the office.” + </p> + <p> + “True.” + </p> + <p> + “You will see after a while that I was acting on the square. You can open + it for yourself at your leisure.” + </p> + <p> + “How can I? I don’t know where it is.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I can enlighten you,” said Stark, maliciously. “When you go home, + you will find it in a chest in your woodshed.” + </p> + <p> + Gibbon turned pale. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean to say you have carried it to my house?” he exclaimed, in + dismay. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do. I had no further use for it, and thought you had the best + claim to it.” + </p> + <p> + “But, good heavens! if it is found there I shall be suspected.” + </p> + <p> + “Very probably,” answered Stark, coolly. “Take my advice and put it out of + the way.” + </p> + <p> + “How could you be so inconsiderate?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I suspected you of playing me a trick.” + </p> + <p> + “I swear to you, I didn’t.” + </p> + <p> + “Then somebody has tricked both of us. Has Mr. Jennings discovered the + disappearance of the box?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I told him.” + </p> + <p> + “When?” + </p> + <p> + “When he came to the office.” + </p> + <p> + “What did he say?” + </p> + <p> + “He took the matter coolly. He didn’t say much.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is he?” + </p> + <p> + “Gone to Winchester on business.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here! Do you think he suspects you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am quite sure not. That is why I told him about the robbery.” + </p> + <p> + “He might suspect me.” + </p> + <p> + “He said nothing about suspecting anybody.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think he removed the bonds and substituted paper?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think so.” + </p> + <p> + “If this were the case we should both be in a serious plight. I think I + had better get out of town. You will have to lend me ten dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see how I can, Stark.” + </p> + <p> + “You must!” said Stark, sternly, “or I will reveal the whole thing. + Remember, the box is on your premises.” + </p> + <p> + “Heavens! what a quandary I am in,” said the bookkeeper, miserably. “That + must be attended to at once. Why couldn’t you put it anywhere else?” + </p> + <p> + “I told you that I wanted to be revenged upon you.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you had never come to Milford,” groaned the bookkeeper. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I hadn’t myself, as things have turned out.” + </p> + <p> + They prepared to start for Gibbon’s house, when Mr. Jennings drove up. + With him were two tall muscular men, whom Stark and Gibbon eyed uneasily. + The two strangers jumped out of the carriage and advanced toward the two + confederates. + </p> + <p> + “Arrest those men!” said Jennings, in a quiet tone. “I charge them with + opening and robbing my safe last night about eleven o’clock.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. + </h2> + <h3> + BROUGHT TO BAY. + </h3> + <p> + Phil Stark made an effort to get away, but the officer was too quick for + him. In a trice he was handcuffed. + </p> + <p> + “What is the meaning of this outrage?” demanded Stark, boldly. + </p> + <p> + “I have already explained,” said the manufacturer, quietly. + </p> + <p> + “You are quite on the wrong tack,” continued Stark, brazenly. “Mr. Gibbon + was just informing me that the safe had been opened and robbed. It is the + first I knew of it.” + </p> + <p> + Julius Gibbon seemed quite prostrated by his arrest. He felt it necessary + to say something, and followed the lead of his companion. + </p> + <p> + “You will bear me witness, Mr. Jennings,” he said, “that I was the first + to inform you of the robbery. If I had really committed the burglary, I + should have taken care to escape during the night.” + </p> + <p> + “I should be glad to believe in your innocence,” rejoined the + manufacturer, “but I know more about this matter than you suppose.” + </p> + <p> + “I won’t answer for Mr. Gibbon,” said Stark, who cared nothing for his + confederate, if he could contrive to effect his own escape. “Of course he + had opportunities, as bookkeeper, which an outsider could not have.” + </p> + <p> + Gibbon eyed his companion in crime distrustfully. He saw that Stark was + intending to throw him over. + </p> + <p> + “I am entirely willing to have my room at the hotel searched,” continued + Stark, gathering confidence. “If you find any traces of the stolen + property there, you are welcome to make the most of them. I have no doubt + Mr. Gibbon will make you the same offer in regard to his house.” + </p> + <p> + Gibbon saw at once the trap which had been so craftily prepared for him. + He knew that any search of his premises would result in the discovery of + the tin box, and had no doubt that Stark would be ready to testify to any + falsehood likely to fasten the guilt upon him. His anger was roused and he + forgot his prudence. + </p> + <p> + “You—scoundrel!” he hissed between his closed teeth. + </p> + <p> + “You seem excited,” sneered Stark. “Is it possible that you object to the + search?” + </p> + <p> + “If the missing box is found on my premises,” said Gibbon, in a white + heat, “it is because you have concealed it there.” + </p> + <p> + Phil Stark shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “I think, gentlemen,” he said, “that settles it. I am afraid Mr Gibbon is + guilty. I shall be glad to assist you to recover the stolen property. Did + the box contain much that was of value?” + </p> + <p> + “I must caution you both against saying anything that will compromise + you,” said one of the officers. + </p> + <p> + “I have nothing to conceal,” went on Stark, brazenly. “I am obliged to + believe that this man committed the burglary. It is against me that I have + been his companion for the last week or two, but I used to know him, and + that will account for it.” + </p> + <p> + The unhappy bookkeeper saw the coils closing around him. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will see your way to release me,” said Stark, addressing + himself to Mr. Jennings. “I have just received information that my poor + mother is lying dangerously sick in Cleveland, and I am anxious to start + for her bedside to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you come round here this morning?” asked Mr. Jennings. + </p> + <p> + “To ask Mr. Gibbon to repay me ten dollars which he borrowed of me the + other day,” returned Stark, glibly. + </p> + <p> + “You—liar!” exclaimed Gibbon, angrily. + </p> + <p> + “I am prepared for this man’s abuse,” said Stark. “I don’t mind admitting + now that a few days since he invited me to join him in the robbery of the + safe. I threatened to inform you of his plan, and he promised to give it + up. I supposed he had done so, but it is clear to me now that he carried + out his infamous scheme.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings looked amused. He admired Stark’s brazen effrontery. + </p> + <p> + “What have you to say to this charge, Mr. Gibbon?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Only this, sir, that I was concerned in the burglary.” + </p> + <p> + “He admits it!” said Stark, triumphantly. + </p> + <p> + “But this man forced me to it. He threatened to write you some particulars + of my past history which would probably have lost me my position if I did + not agree to join him in the conspiracy. I was weak, and yielded. Now he + is ready to betray me to save himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Jennings,” said Stark, coldly, “you will know what importance to + attach to the story of a self-confessed burglar. Gibbon, I hope you will + see the error of your ways, and restore to your worthy employer the box of + valuable property which you stole from his safe.” + </p> + <p> + “This is insufferable!” cried the bookkeeper “You are a double-dyed + traitor, Phil Stark. You were not only my accomplice, but you instigated + the crime.” + </p> + <p> + “You will find it hard to prove this,” sneered Stark. “Mr. Jennings, I + demand my liberty. If you have any humanity you will not keep me from the + bedside of my dying mother.” “I admire your audacity, Mr. Stark,” observed + the manufacturer, quietly. “Don’t suppose for a moment that I give the + least credit to your statements.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” said Gibbon. “I’m ready to accept the consequences of my + act, but I don’t want that scoundrel and traitor to go free.” + </p> + <p> + “You can’t prove anything against me,” said Stark, doggedly, “unless you + accept the word of a self-confessed burglar, who is angry with me because + I would not join him.” + </p> + <p> + “All these protestations it would be better for you to keep till your + trial begins, Mr. Stark,” said the manufacturer. “However, I think it only + fair to tell you that I am better informed about you and your conspiracy + than you imagine. Will you tell me where you were at eleven o’clock last + evening?” + </p> + <p> + “I was in my room at the hotel—no, I was taking a walk. I had + received news of my mother’s illness, and I was so much disturbed and + grieved that I could not remain indoors.” + </p> + <p> + “You were seen to enter the office of this factory with Mr. Gibbon, and + after ten minutes came out with the tin box under your arm.” + </p> + <p> + “Who saw me?” demanded Stark, uneasily. + </p> + <p> + Carl Crawford came forward and answered this question. + </p> + <p> + “I did!” he said. + </p> + <p> + “A likely story! You were in bed and asleep.” + </p> + <p> + “You are mistaken. I was on watch behind the stone wall just opposite. If + you want proof, I can repeat some of the conversation that passed between + you and Mr. Gibbon.” + </p> + <p> + Without waiting for the request, Carl rehearsed some of the talk already + recorded in a previous chapter. + </p> + <p> + Phil Stark began to see that things were getting serious for him, but he + was game to the last. + </p> + <p> + “I deny it,” he said, in a loud voice. + </p> + <p> + “Do you also deny it, Mr. Gibbon?” asked Mr. Jennings. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I admit it,” replied Gibbon, with a triumphant glance at his + foiled confederate. + </p> + <p> + “This is a conspiracy against an innocent man,” said Stark, scowling. “You + want to screen your bookkeeper, if possible. No one has ever before + charged me with crime.” + </p> + <p> + “Then how does it happen, Mr. Stark, that you were confined at the Joliet + penitentiary for a term of years?” + </p> + <p> + “Did he tell you this?” snarled Stark, pointing to Gibbon. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Who then?” + </p> + <p> + “A customer of mine from Chicago. He saw you at the hotel, and informed + Carl last evening of your character. Carl, of course, brought the news to + me. It was in consequence of this information that I myself removed the + bonds from the box, early in the evening, and substituted strips of paper. + Your enterprise, therefore, would have availed you little even if you had + succeeded in getting off scot-free.” + </p> + <p> + “I see the game is up,” said Stark, throwing off the mask. “It’s true that + I have been in the Joliet penitentiary. It was there that I became + acquainted with your bookkeeper,” he added, maliciously. “Let him deny it + if he dare.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not deny it. It is true,” said Gibbon. “But I had resolved to + live an honest life in future, and would have done so if this man had not + pressed me into crime by his threats.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe you, Mr. Gibbon,” said the manufacturer, gently, “and I will + see that this is counted in your favor. And now, gentlemen, I think there + is no occasion for further delay.” + </p> + <p> + The two men were carried to the lockup and in due time were tried. Stark + was sentenced to ten years’ imprisonment, Gibbon to five. At the end of + two years, at the intercession of Mr. Jennings, he was pardoned, and + furnished with money enough to go to Australia, where, his past character + unknown, he was able to make an honest living, and gain a creditable + position. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. + </h2> + <h3> + AFTER A YEAR. + </h3> + <p> + Twelve months passed without any special incident. With Carl it was a + period of steady and intelligent labor and progress. He had excellent + mechanical talent, and made remarkable advancement. He was not content + with attention to his own work, but was a careful observer of the work of + others, so that in one year he learned as much of the business as most + boys would have done in three. + </p> + <p> + When the year was up, Mr. Jennings detained him after supper. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember what anniversary this is, Carl?” he asked, pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; it is the anniversary of my going into the factory.” + </p> + <p> + “Exactly. How are you satisfied with the year and its work?” + </p> + <p> + “I have been contented and happy, Mr. Jennings; and I feel that I owe my + happiness and content to you.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings looked pleased. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you say so,” he said, “but it is only fair to add that your own + industry and intelligence have much to do with the satisfactory results of + the year.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “The superintendent tells me that outside of your own work you have a + general knowledge of the business which would make you a valuable + assistant to himself in case he needed one.” + </p> + <p> + Carl’s face glowed with pleasure. + </p> + <p> + “I believe in being thorough,” he said, “and I am interested in every + department of the business.” + </p> + <p> + “Before you went into the factory you had not done any work.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I had attended school.” + </p> + <p> + “It was not a bad preparation for business, but in some cases it gives a + boy disinclination for manual labor.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I wouldn’t care to work with my hands all my life.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t blame you for that. You have qualified yourself for something + better. How much do I pay you?” + </p> + <p> + “I began on two dollars a week and my board. At the end of six months you + kindly advanced me to four dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say you have found it none too much for your wants.” + </p> + <p> + Carl smiled. + </p> + <p> + “I have saved forty dollars out of it,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings looked pleased. + </p> + <p> + “You have done admirably,” he said, warmly. “Forty dollars is not a large + sum, but in laying it by you have formed a habit that will be of great + service to you in after years. I propose to raise you to ten dollars a + week.” + </p> + <p> + “But, sir, shall I earn so much? You are very kind, but I am afraid you + will be a loser by your liberality.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings smiled. + </p> + <p> + “You are partly right,” he said. “Your services at present are hardly + worth the sum I have agreed to pay, that is, in the factory, but I shall + probably impose upon you other duties of an important nature soon.” + </p> + <p> + “If you do, sir, I will endeavor to meet your expectations.” + </p> + <p> + “How would you like to take a journey Carl?” + </p> + <p> + “Very much, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I think of sending you—to Chicago.” + </p> + <p> + Carl, who had thought perhaps of a fifty-mile trip, looked amazed, but his + delight was equal to his surprise. He had always wished to see the West, + though Chicago can hardly be called a Western city now, since between it + and the Pacific there is a broad belt of land two thousand miles in + extent. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I am competent?” he asked, modestly. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot say positively, but I think so,” answered Mr. Jennings. + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall be delighted to go. Will it be very soon?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, very soon. I shall want you to start next Monday.” + </p> + <p> + “I will be ready, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And I may as well explain what are to be your duties. I am, as you know, + manufacturing a special line of chairs which I am desirous of introducing + to the trade. I shall give you the names of men in my line in Albany, + Buffalo, Cleveland and Chicago, and it will be your duty to call upon + them, explain the merits of the chair, and solicit orders. In other words, + you will be a traveling salesman or drummer. I shall pay your traveling + expenses, ten dollars a week, and, if your orders exceed a certain limit, + I shall give you a commission on the surplus.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose I don’t reach that limit?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall at all events feel that you have done your best. I will instruct + you a little in your duties between now and the time of your departure. I + should myself like to go in your stead, but I am needed here. There are, + of course, others in my employ, older than yourself, whom I might send, + but I have an idea that you will prove to be a good salesman.” + </p> + <p> + “I will try to be, sir.” + </p> + <p> + On Monday morning Carl left Milford, reached New York in two hours and a + half and, in accordance with the directions of Mr. Jennings, engaged + passage and a stateroom on one of the palatial night lines of Hudson River + steamers to Albany. The boat was well filled with passengers, and a few + persons were unable to procure staterooms. + </p> + <p> + Carl, however, applied in time, and obtained an excellent room. He + deposited his gripsack therein, and then took a seat on deck, meaning to + enjoy as long as possible the delightful scenery for which the Hudson is + celebrated. It was his first long journey, and for this reason Carl + enjoyed it all the more. He could not but contrast his present position + and prospects with those of a year ago, when, helpless and penniless, he + left an unhappy home to make his own way. + </p> + <p> + “What a delightful evening!” said a voice at his side. + </p> + <p> + Turning, Carl saw sitting by him a young man of about thirty, dressed in + somewhat pretentious style and wearing eyeglasses. He was tall and thin, + and had sandy side whiskers. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is a beautiful evening,” replied Carl, politely. + </p> + <p> + “And the scenery is quite charming. Have you ever been all the way up the + river?” + </p> + <p> + “No, but I hope some day to take a day trip.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so. I am not sure but I prefer the Rhine, with its romantic castles + and vineclad hills.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you visited Europe, then?” asked Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, several times. I have a passion for traveling. Our family is + wealthy, and I have been able to go where I pleased.” + </p> + <p> + “That must be very pleasant.” + </p> + <p> + “It is. My name is Stuyvesant—one of the old Dutch families.” + </p> + <p> + Carl was not so much impressed, perhaps, as he should have been by this + announcement, for he knew very little of fashionable life in New York. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t look like a Dutchman,” he said, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you expected a figure like a beer keg,” rejoined Stuyvesant, + laughing. “Some of my forefathers may have answered that description, but + I am not built that way. Are you traveling far?” + </p> + <p> + “I may go as far as Chicago.” + </p> + <p> + “Is anyone with you?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you have friends in Chicago?” + </p> + <p> + “Not that I am aware of. I am traveling on business.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed; you are rather young for a business man.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sixteen.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that cannot exactly be called venerable.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I suppose not.” + </p> + <p> + “By the way, did you succeed in getting a stateroom?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I have a very good one.” + </p> + <p> + “You’re in luck, on my word. I was just too late. The man ahead of me took + the last room.” + </p> + <p> + “You can get a berth, I suppose.” + </p> + <p> + “But that is so common. Really, I should not know how to travel without a + stateroom. Have you anyone with you?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “If you will take me in I will pay the entire expense.” + </p> + <p> + Carl hesitated. He preferred to be alone, but he was of an obliging + disposition, and he knew that there were two berths in the stateroom. + </p> + <p> + “If it will be an accommodation,” he said, “I will let you occupy the room + with me, Mr. Stuyvesant.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you, indeed! I shall esteem it a very great favor. Where is your + room?” + </p> + <p> + “I will show you.” + </p> + <p> + Carl led the way to No. 17, followed by his new acquaintance. Mr. + Stuyvesant seemed very much pleased, and insisted on paying for the room + at once. Carl accepted half the regular charges, and so the bargain was + made. + </p> + <p> + At ten o’clock the two travelers retired to bed. Carl was tired and went + to sleep at once. He slept through the night. When he awoke in the morning + the boat was in dock. He heard voices in the cabin, and the noise of the + transfer of baggage and freight to the wharf. + </p> + <p> + “I have overslept myself,” he said, and jumped up, hurriedly. He looked + into the upper berth, but his roommate was gone. Something else was gone, + too—his valise, and a wallet which he had carried in the pocket of + his trousers. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. + </h2> + <h3> + THE LOST BANK BOOK. + </h3> + <p> + Carl was not long in concluding that he had been robbed by his roommate. + It was hard to believe that a Stuyvesant—a representative of one of + the old Dutch families of New Amsterdam—should have stooped to such + a discreditable act. Carl was sharp enough, however, to doubt the + genuineness of Mr. Stuyvesant’s claims to aristocratic lineage. Meanwhile + he blamed himself for being so easily duped by an artful adventurer. + </p> + <p> + To be sure, it was not as bad as it might be. His pocketbook only + contained ten dollars in small bills. The balance of his money he had + deposited for safe keeping in the inside pocket of his vest. This he had + placed under his pillow, and so it had escaped the notice of the thief. + </p> + <p> + The satchel contained a supply of shirts, underclothing, etc., and he was + sorry to lose it. The articles were not expensive, but it would cost him + from a dozen to fifteen dollars to replace them. + </p> + <p> + Carl stepped to the door of his stateroom and called a servant who was + standing near. + </p> + <p> + “How long have we been at the pier?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “About twenty minutes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you see my roommate go out?” + </p> + <p> + “A tall young man in a light overcoat?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. I saw him.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you notice whether he carried a valise in his hand?” + </p> + <p> + “A gripsack? Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “A small one?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “It was mine.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t say so, sir! And such a respectable-lookin’ gemman, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “He may have looked respectable, but he was a thief all the same.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t say? Did he take anything else, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “He took my pocketbook.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well! He was a rascal, sure! But maybe it dropped on the floor.” + </p> + <p> + Carl turned his attention to the carpet, but saw nothing of the lost + pocketbook. He did find, however, a small book in a brown cover, which + Stuyvesant had probably dropped. Picking it up, he discovered that it was + a bank book on the Sixpenny Savings Bank of Albany, standing in the name + of Rachel Norris, and numbered 17,310. + </p> + <p> + “This is stolen property, too,” thought Carl. “I wonder if there is much + in it.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Opening the book he saw that there were three entries, as follows: + + 1883. Jan. 23. Five hundred dollars. + “ June 10. Two hundred dollars. + “ Oct. 21. One hundred dollars. +</pre> + <p> + There was besides this interest credited to the amount of seventy-five + dollars. The deposits, therefore, made a grand total of $875. + </p> + <p> + No doubt Mr. Stuyvesant had stolen this book, but had not as yet found an + opportunity of utilizing it. + </p> + <p> + “What’s dat?” asked the colored servant. + </p> + <p> + “A savings bank book. My roommate must have dropped it. It appears to + belong to a lady named Rachel Norris. I wish I could get it to her.” + </p> + <p> + “Is she an Albany lady, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know.” + </p> + <p> + “You might look in the directory.” + </p> + <p> + “So I will. It is a good idea.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope the gemman didn’t take all your money, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “No; he didn’t even take half of it. I only wish I had been awake when the + boat got to the dock.” + </p> + <p> + “I would have called you, sir, if you had asked me.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not much used to traveling. I shall know better next time what to + do.” + </p> + <p> + The finding of the bank book partially consoled Carl for the loss of his + pocketbook and gripsack. He was glad to be able to defeat Stuyvesant in + one of his nefarious schemes, and to be the instrument of returning Miss + Norris her savings bank book. + </p> + <p> + When he left the boat he walked along till he reached a modest-looking + hotel, where he thought the charges would be reasonable. He entered, and, + going to the desk, asked if he could have a room. + </p> + <p> + “Large or small?” inquired the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “Small.” + </p> + <p> + “No. 67. Will you go up now?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Any baggage?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I had it stolen on the boat.” + </p> + <p> + The clerk looked a little suspicious. + </p> + <p> + “We must require pay in advance, then,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly,” answered Carl, pulling out a roll of bills. “I suppose you + make special terms to commercial travelers?” + </p> + <p> + “Are you a drummer?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I represent Henry Jennings, of Milford, New York.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, sir. Our usual rates are two dollars a day. To you they will + be a dollar and a quarter.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well; I will pay you for two days. Is breakfast ready?” + </p> + <p> + “It is on the table, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will go in at once. I will go to my room afterwards.” + </p> + <p> + In spite of his loss, Carl had a hearty appetite, and did justice to the + comfortable breakfast provided. He bought a morning paper, and ran his eye + over the advertising columns. He had never before read an Albany paper, + and wished to get an idea of the city in its business aspect. It occurred + to him that there might be an advertisement of the lost bank book. But no + such notice met his eyes. + </p> + <p> + He went up to his room, which was small and plainly furnished, but looked + comfortable. Going down again to the office, he looked into the Albany + directory to see if he could find the name of Rachel Norris. + </p> + <p> + There was a Rebecca Norris, who was put down as a dressmaker, but that was + as near as he came to Rachel Norris. + </p> + <p> + Then he set himself to looking over the other members of the Norris + family. Finally he picked out Norris & Wade, furnishing goods, and + decided to call at the store and inquire if they knew any lady named + Rachel Norris. The prospect of gaining information in this way did not + seem very promising, but no other course presented itself, and Carl + determined to follow up the clew, slight as it was. + </p> + <p> + Though unacquainted with Albany streets, he had little difficulty in + finding the store of Norris & Wade. It was an establishment of good + size, well supplied with attractive goods. A clerk came forward to wait + upon Carl. + </p> + <p> + “What can I show you?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “You may show me Mr. Norris, if you please,” responded Carl, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “He is in the office,” said the clerk, with an answering smile. + </p> + <p> + Carl entered the office and saw Mr. Norris, a man of middle age, partially + bald, with a genial, business-like manner. + </p> + <p> + “Well, young man?” he said, looking at Carl inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “You must excuse me for troubling you, sir,” said Carl, who was afraid Mr. + Norris would laugh at him, “but I thought you might direct me to Rachel + Norris.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Norris looked surprised. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want of Rachel Norris?” he asked, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “I have a little business with her,” answered Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Of what nature?” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, but I don’t care to mention it at present.” + </p> + <p> + “Humph! you are very cautious for a young man, or rather boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Isn’t that a good trait, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Good, but unusual. Are you a schoolboy?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I am a drummer.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Norris put on a pair of glasses and scrutinized Carl more closely. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see—just out of curiosity—the man that you + travel for,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I will ask him to call whenever he visits Albany. There is his card.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Norris took it. + </p> + <p> + “Why, bless my soul!” he exclaimed. “It is Henry Jennings, an old + schoolmate of mine.” + </p> + <p> + “And a good business man, even if he has sent out such a young drummer.” + </p> + <p> + “I should say so. There must be something in you, or he wouldn’t have + trusted you. How is Jennings?” + </p> + <p> + “He is well, sir—well and prosperous.” + </p> + <p> + “That is good news. Are you in his employ?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. This is the first time I have traveled for him.” + </p> + <p> + “How far are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “As far as Chicago.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t see what you can have to do with Rachel Norris. However, I don’t + mind telling you that she is my aunt, and—well, upon my soul! Here + she is now.” + </p> + <p> + And he ran hastily to greet a tall, thin lady, wearing a black shawl, who + at that moment entered the office. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. + </h2> + <h3> + AN ECCENTRIC WOMAN. + </h3> + <p> + Miss Norris dropped into a chair as if she were fatigued. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Aunt Rachel, how are you feeling this morning?” asked her nephew. + </p> + <p> + “Out of sorts,” was the laconic reply. + </p> + <p> + “I am very sorry for that. I suppose there is reason for it.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I’ve been robbed.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” said Mr. Norris. “Lost your purse? I wonder more ladies are not + robbed, carrying their money as carelessly as they do.” + </p> + <p> + “That isn’t it. I am always careful, as careful as any man.” + </p> + <p> + “Still you got robbed.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but of a bank book.” + </p> + <p> + Here Carl became attentive. It was clear that he would not have to look + any farther for the owner of the book he had found in his stateroom. + </p> + <p> + “What kind of a bank book?” inquired Mr. Norris. + </p> + <p> + “I had nearly a thousand dollars deposited in the Sixpenny Savings Bank. I + called at the bank to make some inquiries about interest, and when I came + out I presume some rascal followed me and stole the book——” + </p> + <p> + “Have you any idea who took it?” + </p> + <p> + “I got into the horse cars, near the bank; next to me sat a young man in a + light overcoat. There was no one on the other side of me. I think he must + have taken it.” + </p> + <p> + “That was Stuyvesant,” said Carl to himself. + </p> + <p> + “When did this happen, Aunt Rachel?” + </p> + <p> + “Three days since.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn’t you do something about it before?” + </p> + <p> + “I did. I advertised a reward of twenty-five dollars to anyone who would + restore it to me.” + </p> + <p> + “There was no occasion for that. By giving notice at the bank, they would + give you a new book after a time.” + </p> + <p> + “I preferred to recover the old one. Besides, I thought I would like to + know what became of it.” + </p> + <p> + “I can tell you, Miss Norris,” said Carl, who thought it time to speak. + </p> + <p> + Hitherto Miss Norris had not seemed aware of Carl’s presence. She turned + abruptly and surveyed him through her glasses. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + This might seem rude, but it was only Miss Rachel’s way. + </p> + <p> + “My name is Carl Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + “Do I know you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Miss Norris, but I hope you will.” + </p> + <p> + “Humph! that depends. You say you know what became of my bank book?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Miss Norris.” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “It was taken by the young man who sat next to you.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know?” + </p> + <p> + “He robbed me last night on the way from New York in a Hudson River + steamboat.” + </p> + <p> + “That doesn’t prove that he robbed me. I was robbed here in this city.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you say to this?” asked Carl, displaying the bank book. + </p> + <p> + “Bless me! That is my book. Where did you get it?” + </p> + <p> + Carl told his story briefly, how, on discovering that he had been robbed, + he explored the stateroom and found the bank book. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, I am astonished! And how did you know Mr. Norris was my + nephew?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything about him or you, but finding his + name in the directory, I came here to ask if he knew any such person.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a smart boy, and a good, honest one,” said Miss Norris. “You have + earned the reward, and shall have it.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t want any reward, Miss Norris,” rejoined Carl. “I have had very + little trouble in finding you.” + </p> + <p> + “That is of no consequence. I offered the reward, and Rachel Norris is a + woman of her word.” + </p> + <p> + She thrust her hand into her pocket, and drew out a wallet, more suitable + to a man’s use. Openings this, she took out three bills, two tens and a + five, and extended them toward Carl. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I ought to take this money, Miss Norris,” said Carl, + reluctantly. + </p> + <p> + “Did that rascal rob you, too?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Of how much?” + </p> + <p> + “Ten dollars in money and some underclothing.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well! This money will go toward making up your loss. You are not + rich, I take it?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet.” + </p> + <p> + “I am, and can afford to give you this money. There, take it.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Miss Norris.” + </p> + <p> + “I want to ask one favor of you. If you ever come across that young man in + the light overcoat, have him arrested, and let me know.” + </p> + <p> + “I will, Miss Norris.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you live in Albany?” + </p> + <p> + Carl explained that he was traveling on business, and should leave the + next day if he could get through. + </p> + <p> + “How far are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “To Chicago.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you attend to some business for me there?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if it won’t take too long a time.” + </p> + <p> + “Good! Come round to my house to supper at six o’clock, and I will tell + you about it. Henry, write my address on a piece of paper, and give it to + this young man.” + </p> + <p> + Henry Norris smiled, and did as his aunt requested. + </p> + <p> + “You have considerable confidence in this young man?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I have.” + </p> + <p> + “You may be mistaken.” + </p> + <p> + “Rachel Norris is not often mistaken.” + </p> + <p> + “I will accept your invitation with pleasure, Miss Norris,” said Carl, + bowing politely. “Now, as I have some business to attend to, I will bid + you both good-morning.” + </p> + <p> + As Carl went out, Miss Norris said: “Henry, that is a remarkable boy.” + </p> + <p> + “I think favorably of him myself. He is in the employ of an old schoolmate + of mine, Henry Jennings, of Milford. By the way, what business are you + going to put into his hands?” + </p> + <p> + “A young man who has a shoe store on State Street has asked me for a loan + of two thousand dollars to extend his business. His name is John French, + and his mother was an old schoolmate of mine, though some years younger. + Now I know nothing of him. If he is a sober, steady, industrious young + man, I may comply with his request. This boy will investigate and report + to me.” + </p> + <p> + “And you will be guided by his report?” + </p> + <p> + “Probably.” + </p> + <p> + “Aunt Rachel, you are certainly very eccentric.” + </p> + <p> + “I may be, but I am not often deceived.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hope you won’t be this time. The boy seems to me a very good boy, + but you can’t put an old head on young shoulders.” + </p> + <p> + “Some boys have more sense than men twice their age.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean me, I hope, Aunt Rachel,” said Mr. Norris, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, I don’t. I shall not flatter you by speaking of you as only twice + this boy’s age.” + </p> + <p> + “I see, Aunt Rachel, there is no getting the better of you.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Carl was making business calls. He obtained a map of the city, + and located the different firms on which he proposed to call. He had been + furnished with a list by Mr. Jennings. He was everywhere pleasantly + received—in some places with an expression of surprise at his youth—but + when he began to talk he proved to be so well informed upon the subject of + his call that any prejudice excited by his age quickly vanished. He had + the satisfaction of securing several unexpectedly large orders for the + chair, and transmitting them to Mr. Jennings by the afternoon mail. + </p> + <p> + He got through his business at four o’clock, and rested for an hour or + more at his hotel. Then he arranged his toilet, and set out for the + residence of Miss Rachel Norris. + </p> + <p> + It was rather a prim-looking, three-story house, such as might be supposed + to belong to a maiden lady. He was ushered into a sitting-room on the + second floor, where Miss Norris soon joined him. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you, my young friend,” she said, cordially. “You are in + time.” + </p> + <p> + “I always try to be, Miss Norris.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a good way to begin.” + </p> + <p> + Here a bell rang. + </p> + <p> + “Supper is ready,” she said. “Follow me downstairs.” + </p> + <p> + Carl followed the old lady to the rear room on the lower floor. A small + table was set in the center of the apartment. + </p> + <p> + “Take a seat opposite me,” said Miss Norris. + </p> + <p> + There were two other chairs, one on each side—Carl wondered for whom + they were set. No sooner were he and Miss Norris seated than two large + cats approached the table, and jumped up, one into each chair. Carl looked + to see them ordered away, but instead, Miss Norris nodded pleasantly, + saying: “That’s right, Jane and Molly, you are punctual at meals.” + </p> + <p> + The two cats eyed their mistress gravely, and began to purr contentedly. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. + </h2> + <h3> + CARL TAKES SUPPER WITH MISS NORRIS. + </h3> + <p> + “This is my family,” said Miss Norris, pointing to the cats. + </p> + <p> + “I like cats,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Do you?” returned Miss Norris, looking pleased. “Most boys tease them. Do + you see poor Molly’s ear? That wound came from a stone thrown by a bad + boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Many boys are cruel,” said Carl, “but I remember that my mother was very + fond of cats, and I have always protected them from abuse.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he stroked Molly, who purred an acknowledgment of his + attention. This completed the conquest of Miss Norris, who inwardly + decided that Carl was the finest boy she had ever met. After she had + served Carl from the dishes on the table, she poured out two saucers of + milk and set one before each cat, who, rising upon her hind legs, placed + her forepaws on the table, and gravely partook of the refreshments + provided. Jane and Molly were afterwards regaled with cold meat, and then, + stretching themselves out on their chairs, closed their eyes in placid + content. + </p> + <p> + During the meal Miss Norris questioned Carl closely as to his home + experiences. Having no reason for concealment Carl frankly related his + troubles with his stepmother, eliciting expressions of sympathy and + approval from his hostess. + </p> + <p> + “Your stepmother must be an ugly creature?” she said. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I am prejudiced against her,” said Carl, “but that is my + opinion.” + </p> + <p> + “Your father must be very weak to be influenced against his own son by + such a woman.” + </p> + <p> + Carl winced a little at this outspoken criticism, for he was attached to + his father in spite of his unjust treatment. + </p> + <p> + “My father is an invalid,” he said, apologetically, “and I think he + yielded for the sake of peace.” + </p> + <p> + “All the same, he ought not to do it,” said Miss Norris. “Do you ever + expect to live at home again?” + </p> + <p> + “Not while my stepmother is there,” answered Carl. “But I don’t know that + I should care to do so under any circumstances, as I am now receiving a + business training. I should like to make a little visit home,” he added, + thoughtfully, “and perhaps I may do so after I return from Chicago. I + shall have no favors to ask, and shall feel independent.” + </p> + <p> + “If you ever need a home,” said Miss Norris, abruptly, “come here. You + will be welcome.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you very much,” said Carl, gratefully. “It is all the more kind in + you since you have known me so short a time.” + </p> + <p> + “I have known you long enough to judge of you,” said the maiden lady. “And + now if you won’t have anything more we will go into the next room and talk + business.” + </p> + <p> + Carl followed her into the adjoining room, and Miss Norris at once plunged + into the subject. She handed him a business card bearing this inscription: + </p> + <p> + JOHN FRENCH, BOOTS, SHOES AND RUBBER GOODS, 42a State Street, CHICAGO. + </p> + <p> + “This young man wants me to lend him two thousand dollars to extend his + business,” she said. “He is the son of an old school friend, and I am + willing to oblige him if he is a sober, steady and economical business + man. I want you to find out whether this is the case and report to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Won’t that be difficult?” asked Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Are you afraid to undertake anything that is difficult?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Carl, with a smile. “I was only afraid I might not do the + work satisfactorily.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall give you no instructions,” said Miss Norris. “I shall trust to + your good judgment. I will give you a letter to Mr. French, which you can + use or not, as you think wise. Of course, I shall see that you are paid + for your trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Carl. “I hope my services may be worth compensation.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know how you are situated as to money, but I can give you some in + advance,” and the old lady opened her pocketbook. + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you, Miss Norris; I shall not need it. I might have been short + if you had not kindly paid me a reward for a slight service.” + </p> + <p> + “Slight, indeed! If you had lost a bank book like mine you would be glad + to get it back at such a price. If you will catch the rascal who stole it + I will gladly pay you as much more.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I might for my own sake, but I am afraid it would be too late to + recover my money and clothing.” + </p> + <p> + At an early hour Carl left the house, promising to write to Miss Norris + from Chicago. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII. + </h2> + <h3> + A STARTLING DISCOVERY. + </h3> + <p> + “Well,” thought Carl, as he left the house where he had been so hospitably + entertained, “I shall not lack for business. Miss Norris seems to have a + great deal of confidence in me, considering that I am a stranger. I will + take care that she does not repent it.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you give a poor man enough money to buy a cheap meal?” asked a + plaintive voice. + </p> + <p> + Carl scanned the applicant for charity closely. He was a man of medium + size, with a pair of small eyes, and a turnup nose. His dress was + extremely shabby, and he had the appearance of one who was on bad terms + with fortune. There was nothing striking about his appearance, yet Carl + regarded him with surprise and wonder. Despite the difference in age, he + bore a remarkable resemblance to his stepbrother, Peter Cook. + </p> + <p> + “I haven’t eaten anything for twenty-four hours,” continued the tramp, as + he may properly be called. “It’s a hard world to such as me, boy.” + </p> + <p> + “I should judge so from your looks,” answered Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed you are right. I was born to ill luck.” + </p> + <p> + Carl had some doubts about this. Those who represent themselves as born to + ill luck can usually trace the ill luck to errors or shortcomings of their + own. There are doubtless inequalities of fortune, but not as great as many + like to represent. Of two boys who start alike one may succeed, and the + other fail, but in nine cases out of ten the success or failure may be + traced to a difference in the qualities of the boys. + </p> + <p> + “Here is a quarter if that will do you any good,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + The man clutched at it with avidity. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. This will buy me a cup of coffee and a plate of meat, and will + put new life into me.” + </p> + <p> + He was about to hurry away, but Carl felt like questioning him further. + The extraordinary resemblance between this man and his stepbrother led him + to think it possible that there might be a relationship between them. Of + his stepmother’s family he knew little or nothing. His father had married + her on short acquaintance, and she was very reticent about her former + life. His father was indolent, and had not troubled himself to make + inquiries. He took her on her own representation as the widow of a + merchant who had failed in business. + </p> + <p> + On the impulse of the moment—an impulse which he could not explain—Carl + asked abruptly—“Is your name Cook?” + </p> + <p> + A look of surprise, almost of stupefaction, appeared on the man’s face. + </p> + <p> + “Who told you my name?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Then your name is Cook?” + </p> + <p> + “What is your object in asking?” said the man, suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + “I mean you no harm,” returned Carl, “but I have reasons for asking.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you ever see me before?” asked the man. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Then what makes you think my name is Cook? It is not written on my face, + is it?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Then how——” + </p> + <p> + Carl interrupted him. + </p> + <p> + “I know a boy named Peter Cook,” he said, “who resembles you very + strongly.” + </p> + <p> + “You know Peter Cook—little Peter?” exclaimed the tramp. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Is he a relation of yours?” + </p> + <p> + “I should think so!” responded Cook, emphatically. “He is my own son—that + is, if he is a boy of about your age.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is he? Is his mother alive?” + </p> + <p> + “Your wife!” exclaimed Carl, overwhelmed at the thought. + </p> + <p> + “She was my wife!” said Cook, “but while I was in California, some years + since, she took possession of my small property, procured a divorce + through an unprincipled lawyer, and I returned to find myself without + wife, child or money. Wasn’t that a mean trick?” + </p> + <p> + “I think it was.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you tell me where she is?” asked Cook, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I can.” + </p> + <p> + “Where can I find my wife?” asked Cook, with much eagerness. + </p> + <p> + Carl hesitated. He did not like his stepmother; he felt that she had + treated him meanly, but he was not prepared to reveal her present + residence till he knew what course Cook intended to pursue. + </p> + <p> + “She is married again,” he said, watching Cook to see what effect this + announcement might have upon him. + </p> + <p> + “I have no objection, I am sure,” responded Cook, indifferently. “Did she + marry well?” + </p> + <p> + “She married a man in good circumstances.” + </p> + <p> + “She would take good care of that.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you don’t intend to reclaim her?” + </p> + <p> + “How can I? She obtained a divorce, though by false representations. I am + glad to be rid of her, but I want her to restore the two thousand dollars + of which she robbed me. I left my property in her hands, but when she + ceased to be my wife she had no right to take possession of it. I ought + not to be surprised, however. It wasn’t the first theft she had + committed.” + </p> + <p> + “Can this be true?” asked Carl, excited. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I married her without knowing much of her antecedents. Two years + after marriage I ascertained that she had served a year’s term of + imprisonment for a theft of jewelry from a lady with whom she was living + as housekeeper.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure of this?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly. She was recognized by a friend of mine, who had been an + official at the prison. When taxed with it by me she admitted it, but + claimed that she was innocent. I succeeded in finding a narrative of the + trial in an old file of papers, and came to the conclusion that she was + justly convicted.” + </p> + <p> + “What did you do?” + </p> + <p> + “I proposed separation, but she begged me to keep the thing secret, and + let ourselves remain the same as before. I agreed out of consideration for + her, but had occasion to regret it. My business becoming slack, I decided + to go to California in the hope of acquiring a competence. I was not + fortunate there, and was barely able, after a year, to get home. I found + that my wife had procured a divorce, and appropriated the little money I + had left. Where she had gone, or where she had conveyed our son, I could + not learn. You say you know where she is.” + </p> + <p> + “I do.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you tell me?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Cook,” said Carl, after a pause for reflection, “I will tell you, but + not just at present. I am on my way to Chicago on business. On my return I + will stop here, and take you with me to the present home of your former + wife. You will understand my interest in the matter when I tell you that + she is now married to a relative of my own.” + </p> + <p> + “I pity him whoever he is,” said Cook. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I think he is to be pitied,” said Carl, gravely; “but the revelation + you will be able to make will enable him to insist upon a separation.” + </p> + <p> + “The best thing he can do! How long before you return to Albany?” + </p> + <p> + “A week or ten days.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know how I am to live in the meantime,” said Cook, anxiously. “I + am penniless, but for the money you have just given me.” + </p> + <p> + “At what price can you obtain board?” + </p> + <p> + “I know of a decent house where I can obtain board and a small room for + five dollars a week.” + </p> + <p> + “Here are twelve dollars. This will pay for two weeks’ board, and give you + a small sum besides. What is the address?” + </p> + <p> + Cook mentioned a number on a street by the river. + </p> + <p> + Carl took it down in a notebook with which he had provided himself. + </p> + <p> + “When I return to Albany,” he said, “I will call there at once.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t forget me?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I shall be even more anxious to meet you than you will be to meet me. + The one to whom your former wife is married is very near and dear to me, + and I cannot bear to think that he has been so wronged and imposed upon!” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir! I shall wait for you with confidence. If I can get back + from my former wife the money she robbed me of, I can get on my feet + again, and take a respectable position in society. It is very hard for a + man dressed as I am to obtain any employment.” + </p> + <p> + Looking at his shabby and ragged suit, Carl could readily believe this + statement. If he had wished to employ anyone he would hardly have been + tempted to engage a man so discreditable in appearance. “Be of good + courage, Mr. Cook,” he said, kindly. “If your story is correct, and I + believe it is, there are better days in store for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you for those words,” said Cook, earnestly. “They give me new + hope.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII. + </h2> + <h3> + FROM ALBANY TO NIAGARA. + </h3> + <p> + Carl took the afternoon train on the following day for Buffalo. His + thoughts were busy with the startling discovery he had made in regard to + his stepmother. Though he had never liked her, he had been far from + imagining that she was under the ban of the law. It made him angry to + think that his father had been drawn into a marriage with such a woman—that + the place of his idolized mother had been taken by one who had served a + term at Sing Sing. + </p> + <p> + Did Peter know of his mother’s past disgrace? he asked himself. Probably + not, for it had come before his birth. He only wondered that the secret + had never got out before. There must be many persons who had known her as + a prisoner, and could identify her now. She had certainly been fortunate + with the fear of discovery always haunting her. Carl could not understand + how she could carry her head so high, and attempt to tyrannize over his + father and himself. + </p> + <p> + What the result would be when Dr. Crawford learned the antecedents of the + woman whom he called wife Carl did not for a moment doubt. His father was + a man of very strict ideas on the subject of honor, and good repute, and + the discovery would lead him to turn from Mrs. Crawford in abhorrence. + Moreover, he was strongly opposed to divorce, and Carl had heard him argue + that a divorced person should not be permitted to remarry. Yet in + ignorance he had married a divorced woman, who had been convicted of + theft, and served a term of imprisonment. The discovery would be a great + shock to him, and it would lead to a separation and restore the cordial + relations between himself and his son. + </p> + <p> + Not long after his settlement in Milford; Carl had written as follows to + his father: + </p> + <p> + “Dear Father:—Though I felt obliged to leave home for reasons which + we both understand, I am sure that you will feel interested to know how I + am getting along. I did not realize till I had started out how difficult + it is for a boy, brought up like myself, to support himself when thrown + upon his own exertions. A newsboy can generally earn enough money to + maintain himself in the style to which he is accustomed, but I have had a + comfortable and even luxurious home, and could hardly bring myself to live + in a tenement house, or a very cheap boarding place. Yet I would rather do + either than stay in a home made unpleasant by the persistent hostility of + one member. + </p> + <p> + “I will not take up your time by relating the incidents of the first two + days after I left home. I came near getting into serious trouble through + no fault of my own, but happily escaped. When I was nearly penniless I + fell in with a prosperous manufacturer of furniture who has taken me into + his employment. He gives me a home in his own house, and pays me two + dollars a week besides. This is enough to support me economically, and I + shall after a while receive better pay. + </p> + <p> + “I am not in the office, but in the factory, and am learning the business + practically, starting in at the bottom. I think I have a taste for it, and + the superintendent tells me I am making remarkable progress. The time was + when I would have hesitated to become a working boy, but I have quite got + over such foolishness. Mr. Jennings, my employer, who is considered a rich + man, began as I did, and I hope some day to occupy a position similar to + his. + </p> + <p> + “I trust you are quite well and happy, dear father. My only regret is, + that I cannot see you occasionally. While my stepmother and Peter form + part of your family, I feel that I can never live at home. They both + dislike me, and I am afraid I return the feeling. If you are sick or need + me, do not fail to send for me, for I can never forget that you are my + father, as I am your affectionate son, + </p> + <p> + “Carl.” + </p> + <p> + This letter was handed to Dr. Crawford at the breakfast table. He colored + and looked agitated when he opened the envelope, and Mrs. Crawford, who + had a large share of curiosity, did not fail to notice this. + </p> + <p> + “From whom is your letter, my dear?” she asked, in the soft tone which was + habitual with her when she addressed her husband. + </p> + <p> + “The handwriting is Carl’s,” answered Dr. Crawford, already devouring the + letter eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” she answered, in a chilly tone. “I have been expecting you would + hear from him. How much money does he send for?” + </p> + <p> + “I have not finished the letter.” Dr. Crawford continued reading. When he + had finished he laid it down beside his plate. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said his wife, interrogatively. “What does he have to say? Does he + ask leave to come home?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he is quite content where he is.” + </p> + <p> + “And where is that?” + </p> + <p> + “At Milford.” + </p> + <p> + “That is not far away?” + </p> + <p> + “No; not more than sixty miles.” + </p> + <p> + “Does he ask for money?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he is employed.” + </p> + <p> + “Where?” + </p> + <p> + “In a furniture factory.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, a factory boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he is learning the business.” + </p> + <p> + “He doesn’t seem to be very ambitious,” sneered Mrs. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary, he is looking forward to being in business for himself + some day.” + </p> + <p> + “On your money—I understand.” + </p> + <p> + “Really, Mrs. Crawford, you do the boy injustice. He hints nothing of the + kind. He evidently means to raise himself gradually as his employer did + before him. By the way, he has a home in his employer’s family. I think + Mr. Jennings must have taken a fancy to Carl.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope he will find him more agreeable than I did,” said Mrs. Crawford, + sharply. + </p> + <p> + “Are you quite sure that you always treated Carl considerately, my dear?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t flatter or fondle him, if that is what you mean. I treated him + as well as he could expect.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you treat him as well as Peter, for example?” + </p> + <p> + “No. There is a great difference between the two boys. Peter is always + respectful and obliging, and doesn’t set up his will against mine. He + never gives me a moment’s uneasiness.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will continue to find him a comfort, my dear,” said Dr. + Crawford, meekly. + </p> + <p> + He looked across the table at the fat, expressionless face of his stepson, + and he blamed himself because he could not entertain a warmer regard for + Peter. Somehow he had a slight feeling of antipathy, which he tried to + overcome. + </p> + <p> + “No doubt he is a good boy, since his mother says so,” reflected the + doctor, “but I don’t appreciate him. I will take care, however, that + neither he nor his mother sees this.” + </p> + <p> + When Peter heard his mother’s encomium upon him, he laughed in his sleeve. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll remind ma of that when she scolds me,” he said to himself. “I’m glad + Carl isn’t coming back. He was always interferin’ with me. Now, if ma and + I play our cards right we’ll get all his father’s money. Ma thinks he + won’t live long, I heard her say so the other day. Won’t it be jolly for + ma and me to come into a fortune, and live just as we please! I hope ma + will go to New York. It’s stupid here, but I s’pose we’ll have to stay for + the present.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Carl’s letter private?” asked Mrs. Crawford, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + “I—I think he would rather I didn’t show it,” returned her husband, + remembering the allusion made by Carl to his stepmother. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, well, I am not curious,” said Mrs. Crawford, tossing her head. + </p> + <p> + None the less, however, she resolved to see and read the letter, if she + could get hold of it without her husband’s knowledge. He was so careless + that she did not doubt soon to find it laid down somewhere. In this she + proved correct. Before the day was over, she found Carl’s letter in her + husband’s desk. She opened and read it eagerly with a running fire of + comment. + </p> + <p> + “‘Reasons which we both understand,’” she repeated, scornfully. “That is a + covert attack upon me. Of course, I ought to expect that. So he had a hard + time. Well, it served him right for conducting himself as he did. Ah, here + is another hit at me—‘Yet I would rather do either than live in a + home made unpleasant by the persistent hostility of one member.’ He is + trying to set his father against me. Well, he won’t succeed. I can twist + Dr. Paul Crawford round my finger, luckily, and neither his son nor anyone + else can diminish my influence over him.” + </p> + <p> + She read on for some time till she reached this passage: “While my + stepmother and Peter form a part of your family I can never live at home. + They both dislike me, and I am afraid I return the feeling.” “Thanks for + the information,” she muttered. “I knew it before. This letter doesn’t + make me feel any more friendly to you, Carl Crawford. I see that you are + trying to ingratiate yourself with your father, and prejudice him against + me and my poor Peter, but I think I can defeat your kind intentions.” + </p> + <p> + She folded up the letter, and replaced it in her husband’s desk. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder if my husband will answer Carl’s artful epistle,” she said to + herself. “He can if he pleases. He is weak as water, and I will see that + he goes no farther than words.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crawford did answer Carl’s letter. This is his reply: + </p> + <p> + “Dear Carl:—I am glad to hear that you are comfortably situated. I + regret that you were so headstrong and unreasonable. It seems to me that + you might, with a little effort, have got on with your stepmother. You + could hardly expect her to treat you in the same way as her own son. He + seems to be a good boy, but I own that I have never been able to become + attached to him.” + </p> + <p> + Carl read this part of the letter with satisfaction. He knew how mean and + contemptible Peter was, and it would have gone to his heart to think that + his father had transferred his affection to the boy he had so much reason + to dislike. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you are pleased with your prospects. I think I could have done + better for you had your relations with your stepmother been such as to + make it pleasant for you to remain at home. You are right in thinking that + I am interested in your welfare. I hope, my dear Carl, you will become a + happy and prosperous man. I do not forget that you are my son, and I am + still your affectionate father, + </p> + <p> + “Paul Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + Carl was glad to receive this letter. It showed him that his stepmother + had not yet succeeded in alienating from him his father’s affection. + </p> + <p> + But we must return to the point where we left Carl on his journey to + Buffalo. He enjoyed his trip over the Central road during the hours of + daylight. He determined on his return to make an all-day trip so that he + might enjoy the scenery through which he now rode in the darkness. + </p> + <p> + At Buffalo he had no other business except that of Mr. Jennings, and + immediately after breakfast he began to make a tour of the furniture + establishments. He met with excellent success, and had the satisfaction of + sending home some large orders. In the evening he took train for Niagara, + wishing to see the falls in the early morning, and resume his journey in + the afternoon. + </p> + <p> + He registered at the International Hotel on the American side. It was too + late to do more than take an evening walk, and see the falls gleaming like + silver through the darkness. + </p> + <p> + “I will go to bed early,” thought Carl, “and get up at six o’clock.” + </p> + <p> + He did go to bed early, but he was more fatigued than he supposed, and + slept longer than he anticipated. It was eight o’clock before he came + downstairs. Before going in to breakfast, he took a turn on the piazzas. + Here he fell in with a sociable gentleman, much addicted to gossip. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning!” he said. “Have you seen the falls yet?” + </p> + <p> + “I caught a glimpse of them last evening I am going to visit them after + breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + “There are a good many people staying here just now—some quite noted + persons, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, what do you say to an English lord?” and Carl’s new friend nodded + with am important air, as if it reflected great credit on the hotel to + have so important a guest. + </p> + <p> + “Does he look different from anyone else?” asked Carl, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Well, to tell the truth, he isn’t much to look at,” said the other. “The + gentleman who is with him looks more stylish. I thought he was the lord at + first, but I afterwards learned that he was an American named Stuyvesant.” + </p> + <p> + Carl started at the familiar name. + </p> + <p> + “Is he tall and slender, with side whiskers, and does he wear eyeglasses?” + he asked, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; you know him then?” said the other, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Carl, with a smile, “I am slightly acquainted with him. I + am very anxious to meet him again.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV. + </h2> + <h3> + CARL MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF AN ENGLISH LORD. + </h3> + <p> + “There they are now,” said the stranger, suddenly pointing out two persons + walking slowly along the piazza. “The small man, in the rough suit, and + mutton-chop whiskers, is Lord Bedford.” + </p> + <p> + Carl eyed the British nobleman with some curiosity. Evidently Lord Bedford + was no dude. His suit was of rough cloth and ill-fitting. He was barely + five feet six inches in height, with features decidedly plain, but with an + absence of pretension that was creditable to him, considering that he was + really what he purported to be. Stuyvesant walked by his side, nearly a + head taller, and of more distinguished bearing, though of plebeian + extraction. His manner was exceedingly deferential, and he was praising + England and everything English in a fulsome manner. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my lord,” Carl overheard him say, “I have often thought that society + in England is far superior to our American society.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks, you are very kind,” drawled the nobleman, “but really I find + things very decent in America, upon my word. I had been reading Dickens’s + ‘Notes’ before I came over and I expected to find you very uncivilized, + and—almost aboriginal; but I assure you I have met some very + gentlemanly persons in America, some almost up to our English standard.” + </p> + <p> + “Really, my lord, such a tribute from a man in your position is most + gratifying. May I state this on your authority?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I don’t mind, but I would rather not get into the papers, don’t you + know. You are not a—reporter, I hope.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope not,” said Mr. Stuyvesant, in a lofty tone. “I am a scion of one + of the oldest families in New York. Of course I know that social position + is a very different thing here from what it is in England. It must be a + gratifying thing to reflect that you are a lord.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I suppose so. I never thought much about it.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like so much to be a lord. I care little for money.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, by Jove, you are a remarkable man.” + </p> + <p> + “In comparison with rank, I mean. I would rather be a lord with a thousand + pounds a year than a rich merchant with ten times as much.” + </p> + <p> + “You’ll find it very inconvenient being a lord on a thousand; you might as + well be a beggar.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose, of course, high rank requires a large rent roll. In fact, a + New York gentleman requires more than a trifle to support him. I can’t + dress on less than two hundred pounds a year.” + </p> + <p> + “Your American tailors are high-priced, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Those that I employ; we have cheap tailors, of course, but I generally go + to Bell.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Stuyvesant was posing as a gentleman of fashion. Carl, who followed at + a little distance behind the pair, was much amused by his remarks, knowing + what he did about him. + </p> + <p> + “I think a little of going to England in a few months,” continued + Stuyvesant. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! You must look me up,” said Bedford, carelessly. + </p> + <p> + “I should, indeed, be delighted,” said Stuyvesant, effusively. + </p> + <p> + “That is, if I am in England. I may be on the Continent, but you can + inquire for me at my club—the Piccadilly.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall esteem it a great honor, my lord. I have a penchant for good + society. The lower orders are not attractive to me.” + </p> + <p> + “They are sometimes more interesting,” said the Englishman; “but do you + know, I am surprised to hear an American speak in this way. I thought you + were all on a level here in a republic.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my lord!” expostulated Stuyvesant, deprecatingly. “You don’t think I + would associate with shopkeepers and common tradesmen?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. A cousin of mine is interested in a wine business in + London. He is a younger son with a small fortune, and draws a very tidy + income from his city business.” + </p> + <p> + “But his name doesn’t appear on the sign, I infer.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I think not. Then you are not in business, Mr. Stuyvesant?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I inherited an income from my father. It isn’t as large as I could + wish, and I have abstained from marrying because I could not maintain the + mode of living to which I have been accustomed.” + </p> + <p> + “You should marry a rich girl.” + </p> + <p> + “True! I may do so, since your lordship recommends it. In fact, I have in + view a young lady whose father was once lord mayor (I beg pardon, mayor) + of New York. Her father is worth a million.” + </p> + <p> + “Pounds?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, no, dollars. I should have said two hundred thousand pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “If the girl is willing, it may be a good plan.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, my lord. Your advice is very kind.” + </p> + <p> + “The young man seems on very good terms with Lord Bedford,” said Carl’s + companion, whose name was Atwood, with a shade of envy in his voice. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “I wish he would introduce me,” went on Mr. Atwood. + </p> + <p> + “I should prefer the introduction of a different man,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Why? He seems to move in good society.” + </p> + <p> + “Without belonging to it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you know him?” + </p> + <p> + “Better than I wish I did.” + </p> + <p> + Atwood looked curious. + </p> + <p> + “I will explain later,” said Carl; “now I must go in to breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + “I will go with you.” + </p> + <p> + Though Stuyvesant had glanced at Carl, he did not appear to recognize him, + partly, no doubt, because he had no expectation of meeting the boy he had + robbed, at Niagara. Besides, his time and attention were so much taken up + by his aristocratic acquaintance that he had little notice for anyone + else. Carl observed with mingled amusement and vexation that Mr. + Stuyvesant wore a new necktie, which he had bought for himself in New + York, and which had been in the stolen gripsack. + </p> + <p> + “If I can find Lord Bedford alone I will put him on his guard,” thought + Carl. “I shall spoil Mr. Stuyvesant’s plans.” + </p> + <p> + After breakfast Carl prepared to go down to the falls. + </p> + <p> + On the way he overtook Lord Bedford walking in the same direction, and, as + it happened, without a companion. Carl quickened his pace, and as he + caught up with him, he raised his hat, and said: “Lord Bedford, I + believe.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered the Englishman, inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “I must apologize for addressing a stranger, but I want to put you on your + guard against a young man whom I saw walking with you on the piazza.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he—what do you know of him?” asked Lord Bedford, laying aside + his air of indifference. + </p> + <p> + “I know that he is an adventurer and a thief. I made his acquaintance on a + Hudson River steamer, and he walked off with my valise and a small sum of + money.” + </p> + <p> + “Is this true?” asked the Englishman, in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Quite true. He is wearing one of my neckties at this moment.” + </p> + <p> + “The confounded cad!” ejaculated the Englishman, angrily. “I suppose he + intended to rob me.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no doubt of it. That is why I ventured to put you on your guard.” + </p> + <p> + “I am a thousand times obliged to you. Why, the fellow told me he belonged + to one of the best families in New York.” + </p> + <p> + “If he does, he doesn’t do much credit to the family.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite true! Why, he was praising everything English. He evidently wanted + to gain my confidence.” + </p> + <p> + “May I ask where you met him?” asked Carl. + </p> + <p> + “On the train. He offered me a light. Before I knew it, he was chatting + familiarly with me. But his game is spoiled. I will let him know that I + see through him and his designs.” “Then my object is accomplished,” said + Carl. “Please excuse my want of ceremony.” He turned to leave, but Bedford + called him back. + </p> + <p> + “If you are going to the falls, remain with me,” he said. “We shall enjoy + it better in company.” + </p> + <p> + “With pleasure. Let me introduce myself as Carl Crawford. I am traveling + on business and don’t belong to one of the first families.” + </p> + <p> + “I see you will suit me,” said the Englishman, smiling. + </p> + <p> + Just then up came Stuyvesant, panting and breathless. “My lord,” he said, + “I lost sight of you. If you will allow me I will join you. + </p> + <p> + “Sir!” said the Englishman, in a freezing voice, “I have not the honor of + knowing you.” + </p> + <p> + Stuyvesant was overwhelmed. + </p> + <p> + “I—I hope I have not offended you, my lord,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Sir, I have learned your character from this young man.” + </p> + <p> + This called the attention of Stuyvesant to Carl. He flushed as he + recognized him. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Stuyvesant,” said Carl, “I must trouble you to return the valise you + took from my stateroom, and the pocketbook which you borrowed. My name is + Carl Crawford, and my room is 71.” + </p> + <p> + Stuyvesant turned away abruptly. He left the valise at the desk, but Carl + never recovered his money. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV. + </h2> + <h3> + WHAT CARL LEARNED IN CHICAGO. + </h3> + <p> + As Carl walked back from the falls he met Mr. Atwood, who was surprised to + find his young acquaintance on such intimate terms with Lord Bedford. He + was about to pass with a bow, when Carl, who was good-natured, said: + “Won’t you join us, Mr. Atwood? If Lord Bedford will permit, I should like + to introduce you.” + </p> + <p> + “Glad to know any friend of yours, Mr. Crawford,” said the Englishman, + affably. + </p> + <p> + “I feel honored by the introduction,” said Atwood, bowing profoundly. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you are not a friend of Mr.—ah, Mr. Stuyvesant,” said the + nobleman, “the person I was talking with this morning. Mr. Crawford tells + me he is a—what do you call it?—a confidence man.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no acquaintance with him, my lord. I saw him just now leaving the + hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid he has gone away with my valise and money,” said Carl. + </p> + <p> + “If you should be inconvenienced, Mr. Crawford,” said the nobleman, “my + purse is at your disposal.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you very much, Lord Bedford,” said Carl, gratefully. “I am glad to + say I am still fairly well provided with money.” + </p> + <p> + “I was about to make you the same offer, Mr. Crawford,” said Atwood. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you! I appreciate your kindness, even if I’m not obliged to avail + myself of it.” + </p> + <p> + Returning to the hotel, Lord Bedford ordered a carriage, and invited + Atwood and Carl to accompany him on a drive. Mr. Atwood was in an ecstasy, + and anticipated with proud satisfaction telling his family of his intimate + friend, Lord Bedford, of England. The peer, though rather an + ordinary-looking man, seemed to him a model of aristocratic beauty. It was + a weakness on the part of Mr. Atwood, but an amiable one, and is shared by + many who live under republican institutions. + </p> + <p> + After dinner Carl felt obliged to resume his journey. He had found his + visit to Niagara very agreeable, but his was a business and not a pleasure + trip, and loyalty to his employer required him to cut it short. Lord + Bedford shook his hand heartily at parting. + </p> + <p> + “I hope we shall meet again, Mr. Crawford,” he said. “I expect, myself, to + reach Chicago on Saturday, and shall be glad to have you call on me at the + Palmer House.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, my lord; I will certainly inquire for you there.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a very good fellow, even if he is a lord,” thought Carl. + </p> + <p> + Our young hero was a thorough American, and was disposed to think with + Robert Burns, that + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The rank is but the guinea, stamp; + The man’s the gold for a’ that!” + </pre> + <p> + No incident worth recording befell Carl on his trip to Chicago. As a + salesman he met with excellent success, and surprised Mr. Jennings by the + size of his orders. He was led, on reaching Chicago, to register at the + Sherman House, on Clark Street, one of the most reliable among the many + houses for travelers offered by the great Western metropolis. + </p> + <p> + On the second day he made it a point to find out the store of John French, + hoping to acquire the information desired by Miss Norris. + </p> + <p> + It was a store of good size, and apparently well stocked. Feeling the need + of new footgear, Carl entered and asked to be shown some shoes. He was + waited upon by a young clerk named Gray, with whom he struck up a pleasant + acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + “Do you live in Chicago?” asked Gray? sociably. + </p> + <p> + “No; I am from New York State. I am here on business.” + </p> + <p> + “Staying at a hotel?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, at the Sherman. If you are at leisure this evening I shall be glad + to have you call on me. I am a stranger here, and likely to find the time + hang heavy on my hands.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be free at six o’clock.” + </p> + <p> + “Then come to supper with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, I shall be glad to do so,” answered Gray, with alacrity. + Living as he did at a cheap boarding house, the prospect of a supper at a + first-class hotel was very attractive. He was a pleasant-faced young man + of twenty, who had drifted to Chicago from his country home in Indiana, + and found it hard to make both ends meet on a salary of nine dollars a + week. His habits were good, his manner was attractive and won him + popularity with customer’s, and with patience he was likely to succeed in + the end. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could live like this every day,” he said, as he rose from a + luxurious supper. “At present my finances won’t allow me to board at the + Sherman.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor would mine,” said Carl; “but I am allowed to spend money more freely + when I am traveling.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you acquainted in New York?” asked Gray. + </p> + <p> + “I have little or no acquaintance in the city,” answered Carl. + </p> + <p> + “I should be glad to get a position there.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you not satisfied with your present place?” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I shall not long keep it.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not? Do you think you are in any danger of being discharged?” + </p> + <p> + “It is not that. I am afraid Mr. French will be obliged to give up + business.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” asked Carl, with keen interest. + </p> + <p> + “I have reason to think he is embarrassed. I know that he has a good many + bills out, some of which have been running a long time. If any pressure is + brought to bear upon him, he may have to suspend.” + </p> + <p> + Carl felt that he was obtaining important information. If Mr. French were + in such a condition Miss Norris would be pretty sure to lose her money if + she advanced it. + </p> + <p> + “To what do you attribute Mr. French’s embarrassment?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “He lives expensively in a handsome house near Lincoln Park, and draws + heavily upon the business for his living expenses. I think that explains + it. I only wonder that he has been able to hold out so long.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps if he were assisted he would be able to keep his head above + water.” + </p> + <p> + “He would need a good deal of assistance. You see that my place isn’t very + secure, and I shall soon need to be looking up another.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think I shall need to inquire any farther,” thought Carl. “It + seems to me Miss Norris had better keep her money.” + </p> + <p> + Before he retired he indited the following letter to his Albany employer: + </p> + <p> + Miss Rachel Norris. + </p> + <p> + “Dear Madam:—I have attended to your commission, and have to report + that Mr. French appears to be involved in business embarrassments, and in + great danger to bankruptcy. The loan he asks of you would no doubt be of + service, but probably would not long delay the crash. If you wish to + assist him, it would be better to allow him to fail, and then advance him + the money to put him on his feet. I am told that his troubles come from + living beyond his means. + </p> + <p> + “Yours respectfully, + </p> + <p> + “Carl Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + By return mail Carl received the following note: + </p> + <p> + “My Dear Young Friend:—Your report confirms the confidence I reposed + in you. It is just the information I desired. I shall take your advice and + refuse the loan. What other action I may take hereafter I cannot tell. + When you return, should you stop in Albany, please call on me. If unable + to do this, write me from Milford. + </p> + <p> + “Your friend, + </p> + <p> + “Rachel Norris.” + </p> + <p> + Carl was detained for several days in Chicago. He chanced to meet his + English friend, Lord Bedford, upon his arrival, and the nobleman, on + learning where he was staying, also registered at the Sherman House. In + his company Carl took a drive over the magnificent boulevard which is the + pride of Chicago, and rose several degrees in the opinion of those guests + who noticed his intimacy with the English guest. + </p> + <p> + Carl had just completed his Chicago business when, on entering the hotel, + he was surprised to see a neighbor of his father’s—Cyrus Robinson—a + prominent business man of Edgewood Center. Carl was delighted, for he had + not been home, or seen any home friends for over a year. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see you, Mr. Robinson,” he said, offering his hand. + </p> + <p> + “What! Carl Crawford!” exclaimed Robinson, in amazement. “How came you in + Chicago? Your father did not tell me you were here.” + </p> + <p> + “He does not know it. I am only here on a business visit. Tell me, Mr. + Robinson, how is my father?” + </p> + <p> + “I think, Carl, that he is not at all well. I am quite sure he misses you, + and I don’t believe your stepmother’s influence over him is beneficial. + Just before I came away I heard a rumor that troubled me. It is believed + in Edgewood that she is trying to induce your father to make a will + leaving all, or nearly all his property to her and her son.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t care so much for that, Mr. Robinson, as for my father’s health.” + </p> + <p> + “Carl,” said Robinson, significantly, “if such a will is made I don’t + believe your father will live long after it.” + </p> + <p> + “You don’t mean that?” said Carl, horror-struck. + </p> + <p> + “I think Mrs. Crawford, by artful means will worry your father to death. + He is of a nervous temperament, and an unscrupulous woman can shorten his + life without laying herself open to the law.” + </p> + <p> + Carl’s face grew stern. + </p> + <p> + “I will save my father,” he said, “and defeat my stepmother’s wicked + schemes.” + </p> + <p> + “I pray Heaven you can. There is no time to be lost.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall lose no time, you may be sure. I shall be at Edgewood within a + week.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI. + </h2> + <h3> + MAKING A WILL. + </h3> + <p> + In Edgewood Center events moved slowly. In Carl Crawford’s home dullness + reigned supreme. He had been the life of the house, and his absence, + though welcome to his stepmother, was seriously felt by his father, who + day by day became thinner and weaker, while his step grew listless and his + face seldom brightened with a smile. He was anxious to have Carl at home + again, and the desire became so strong that he finally broached the + subject. + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” he said one day at the breakfast table, “I have been thinking + of Carl considerably of late.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” said Mrs. Crawford, coldly. + </p> + <p> + “I think I should like to have him at home once more.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford smiled ominously. + </p> + <p> + “He is better off where he is,” she said, softly. + </p> + <p> + “But he is my only son, and I never see him,” pleaded her husband. + </p> + <p> + “You know very well, Dr. Crawford,” rejoined his wife, “that your son only + made trouble in the house while he was here.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet it seems hard that he should be driven from his father’s home, and + forced to take refuge among strangers.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know what you mean by his being driven from home,” said Mrs. + Crawford, tossing her head. “He made himself disagreeable, and, not being + able to have his own way, he took French leave.” + </p> + <p> + “The house seems very lonely without him,” went on Dr. Crawford, who was + too wise to get into an argument with his wife. + </p> + <p> + “It certainly is more quiet. As for company, Peter is still here, and + would at any time stay with you.” + </p> + <p> + Peter did not relish this suggestion, and did not indorse it. + </p> + <p> + “I should not care to confine him to the house,” said Dr. Crawford, as his + glance rested on the plain and by no means agreeable face of his stepson. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose I need not speak of myself. You know that you can always call + upon me.” + </p> + <p> + If Dr. Crawford had been warmly attached to his second wife, this proposal + would have cheered him, but the time had gone by when he found any + pleasure in her society. There was a feeling of almost repulsion which he + tried to conceal, and he was obliged to acknowledge to himself that the + presence of his wife gave him rather uneasiness than comfort. + </p> + <p> + “Carl is very well off where he is,” resumed Mrs. Crawford. “He is filling + a business position, humble, perhaps, but still one that gives him his + living and keeps him out of mischief. Let well enough alone, doctor, and + don’t interrupt his plans.” + </p> + <p> + “I—I may be foolish,” said the doctor, hesitating, “but I have not + been feeling as well as usual lately, and if anything should happen to me + while Carl was absent I should die very unhappy.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford regarded her husband with uneasiness. + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean that you think you are in any danger?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know. I am not an old man, but, on the other hand, I am an + invalid. My father died when he was only a year older than I am at + present.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford drew out her handkerchief, and proceeded to wipe her + tearless eyes. + </p> + <p> + “You distress me beyond measure by your words, my dear husband. How can I + think of your death without emotion? What should I do without you?” + </p> + <p> + “My dear, you must expect to survive me. You are younger than I, and much + stronger.” + </p> + <p> + “Besides,” and Mrs. Crawford made an artful pause, “I hardly like to + mention it, but Peter and I are poor, and by your death might be left to + the cold mercies of the world.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely I would not fail to provide for you.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “I am sure of your kind intentions, my husband,” she said, “but they will + not avail unless you provide for me in your will.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it’s only right that I should do so. As soon as I feel equal to the + effort I will draw up a will.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will, for I should not care to be dependent on Carl, who does + not like me. I hope you will not think me mercenary, but to Peter and + myself this is of vital importance.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I don’t misjudge you. I ought to have thought of it before.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t care so much about myself,” said Mrs. Crawford, in a tone of + self-sacrifice, “but I should not like to have Peter thrown upon the world + without means.” + </p> + <p> + “All that you say is wise and reasonable,” answered her husband, wearily. + “I will attend to the matter to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + The next day Mrs. Crawford came into her husband’s presence with a sheet + of legal cap. + </p> + <p> + “My dear husband,” she said, in a soft, insinuating tone, “I wished to + spare you trouble, and I have accordingly drawn up a will to submit to + you, and receive your signature, if you approve it.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crawford looked surprised. + </p> + <p> + “Where did you learn to write a will?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “I used in my days of poverty to copy documents for a lawyer,” she + replied. “In this way I became something of a lawyer myself.” + </p> + <p> + “I see. Will you read what you have prepared?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford read the document in her hand. It provided in the proper + legal phraseology for an equal division of the testator’s estate between + the widow and Carl. + </p> + <p> + “I didn’t know, of course, what provision you intended to make for me,” + she said, meekly. “Perhaps you do not care to leave me half the estate.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that seems only fair. You do not mention Peter. I ought to do + something for him.” + </p> + <p> + “Your kindness touches me, my dear husband, but I shall be able to provide + for him out of my liberal bequest. I do not wish to rob your son, Carl. I + admit that I do not like him, but that shall not hinder me from being + just.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crawford was pleased with this unexpected concession from his wife. He + felt that he should be more at ease if Carl’s future was assured. + </p> + <p> + “Very well, my dear,” he said, cheerfully. “I approve of the will as you + have drawn it up, and I will affix my signature at once.” “Then, shall I + send for two of the neighbors to witness it?” + </p> + <p> + “It will be well.” + </p> + <p> + Two near neighbors were sent for and witnessed Dr. Crawford’s signature to + the will. + </p> + <p> + There was a strangely triumphant look in Mrs. Crawford’s eyes as she took + the document after it had been duly executed. + </p> + <p> + “You will let me keep this, doctor?” she asked. “It will be important for + your son as well as myself, that it should be in safe hands.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I shall be glad to have you do so. I rejoice that it is off my + mind.” + </p> + <p> + “You won’t think me mercenary, my dear husband, or indifferent to your + life?” + </p> + <p> + “No; why should I?” + </p> + <p> + “Then I am satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford took the will, and carrying it upstairs, opened her trunk, + removed the false bottom, and deposited under it the last will and + testament of Dr. Paul Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “At last!” she said to herself. “I am secure, and have compassed what I + have labored for so long.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crawford had not noticed that the will to which he affixed his + signature was not the same that had been read to him. Mrs. Crawford had + artfully substituted another paper of quite different tenor. By the will + actually executed, the entire estate was left to Mrs. Crawford, who was + left guardian of her son and Carl, and authorized to make such provision + for each as she might deem suitable. This, of course, made Carl entirely + dependent on a woman who hated him. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Dr. Paul Crawford,” said Mrs. Crawford to herself, with a cold + smile, “you may die as soon as you please. Peter and I are provided for. + Your father died when a year older than you are now, you tell me. It is + hardly likely that you will live to a greater age than he.” + </p> + <p> + She called the next day on the family physician, and with apparent + solicitude asked his opinion of Dr. Crawford’s health. + </p> + <p> + “He is all I have,” she said, pathetically, “all except my dear Peter. + Tell me what you think of his chances of continued life.” + </p> + <p> + “Your husband,” replied the physician, “has one weak organ. It is his + heart. He may live for fifteen or twenty years, but a sudden excitement + might carry him off in a moment. The best thing you can do for him is to + keep him tranquil and free from any sudden shock.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford listened attentively. + </p> + <p> + “I will do my best,” she said, “since so much depends on it.” + </p> + <p> + When she returned home it was with a settled purpose in her heart. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII. + </h2> + <h3> + PETER LETS OUT A SECRET. + </h3> + <p> + “Can you direct me to the house of Dr. Crawford?” asked a stranger. + </p> + <p> + The inquiry was addressed to Peter Cook in front of the hotel in Edgewood + Center. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; he is my stepfather!” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! I did not know that my old friend was married again. You say you + are his stepson?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “He has an own son, about your age, I should judge.” + </p> + <p> + “That’s Carl! he is a little older than me.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he at home?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Peter, pursing up his lips. + </p> + <p> + “Is he absent at boarding school?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he’s left home.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” ejaculated the stranger, in surprise. “How is that?” + </p> + <p> + “He was awfully hard to get along with, and didn’t treat mother with any + respect. He wanted to have his own way, and, of course, ma couldn’t stand + that.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” returned the stranger, and he eyed Peter curiously. “What did his + father say to his leaving home?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he always does as ma wishes.” + </p> + <p> + “Was Carl willing to leave home?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he said he would rather go than obey ma.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose he receives an allowance from his father?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he wanted one, but ma put her foot down and said he shouldn’t have + one.” + </p> + <p> + “Your mother seems to be a woman of considerable firmness.” + </p> + <p> + “You bet, she’s firm. She don’t allow no boy to boss her.” + </p> + <p> + “Really, this boy is a curiosity,” said Reuben Ashcroft to himself. “He + doesn’t excel in the amiable and attractive qualities. He has a sort of + brutal frankness which can’t keep a secret.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you and Carl get along together?” he asked, aloud. + </p> + <p> + “We didn’t get along at all. He wanted to boss me, and ma and I wouldn’t + have it.” + </p> + <p> + “So the upshot was that he had to leave the house and you remained?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that’s the way of it,” said Peter, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “And Carl was actually sent out to earn his own living without help of any + kind from his father?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “What is he doing?” asked Ashcroft, in some excitement. “Good heavens! he + may have suffered from hunger.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you a friend of his?” asked Peter, sharply. + </p> + <p> + “I am a friend of anyone who requires a friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Carl is getting along well enough. He is at work in some factory in + Milford, and gets a living.” + </p> + <p> + “Hasn’t he been back since he first left home?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “How long ago is that?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, ‘bout a year,” answered Peter, carelessly. + </p> + <p> + “How is Dr. Crawford? Is he in good health?” + </p> + <p> + “He ain’t very well. Ma told me the other day she didn’t think he would + live long. She got him to make a will the other day.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, this seems to be a conspiracy!” thought Ashcroft. “I’d give + something to see that will.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose he will provide for you and your mother handsomely?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; ma said she was to have control of the property. I guess Carl will + have to stand round if he expects any favors.” + </p> + <p> + “It is evident this boy can’t keep a secret,” thought Ashcroft. “All the + better for me. I hope I am in time to defeat this woman’s schemes.” + </p> + <p> + “There’s the house,” said Peter, pointing it out. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think Dr. Crawford is at home?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, he doesn’t go out much. Ma is away this afternoon. She’s at the + sewing circle, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you for serving as my guide,” said Ashcroft. “There’s a little + acknowledgment which I hope will be of service to you.” + </p> + <p> + He offered a half dollar to Peter, who accepted it joyfully and was + profuse in his thanks. + </p> + <p> + “Now, if you will be kind enough to tell the doctor that an old friend + wishes to see him, I shall be still further obliged.” + </p> + <p> + “Just follow me, then,” said Peter, and he led the way into the + sitting-room. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVIII. + </h2> + <h3> + Dr. CRAWFORD IS TAKEN TO TASK. + </h3> + <p> + After the first greetings, Reuben Ashcroft noticed with pain the fragile + look of his friend. + </p> + <p> + “Are you well?” he asked + </p> + <p> + “I am not very strong,” said Dr. Crawford, smiling faintly, “but Mrs. + Crawford takes good care of me.” + </p> + <p> + “And Carl, too—he is no doubt a comfort to you?” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crawford flushed painfully. + </p> + <p> + “Carl has been away from home for a year, he said, with an effort. + </p> + <p> + “That is strange your own son, too! Is there anything unpleasant? You may + confide in me, as I am the cousin of Carl’s mother.’ + </p> + <p> + “The fact is, Carl and Mrs. Crawford didn’t hit it off very well.” + </p> + <p> + “And you took sides against your own son, said Ashcroft, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + “I begin to think I was wrong, Reuben. You don’t know how I have missed + the boy. + </p> + <p> + “Yet you sent him out into the world without a penny.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know that?” asked Dr. Crawford quickly. + </p> + <p> + “I had a little conversation with your stepson as I came to the house. He + spoke very frankly and unreservedly about family affairs; He says you do + whatever his mother tells you.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crawford looked annoyed and blushed with shame. + </p> + <p> + “Did he say that?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he said his mother would not allow you to help Carl.” + </p> + <p> + “He—misunderstood.” + </p> + <p> + “Paul, I fear he understands the case only too well. I don’t want to pain + you, but your wife is counting on your speedy death.” + </p> + <p> + “I told her I didn’t think I should live long.” + </p> + <p> + “And she got you to make a will?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; did Peter tell you that?” + </p> + <p> + “He said his mother was to have control of the property, and Carl would + get nothing if he didn’t act so as to please her.” + </p> + <p> + “There is some mistake here. By my will—made yesterday—Carl is + to have an equal share, and nothing is said about his being dependent on + anyone.” + </p> + <p> + “Who drew up the will?” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you read it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + Ashcroft looked puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to read the will myself,” he said, after a pause. “Where is + it now?” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Crawford has charge of it.” + </p> + <p> + Reuben Ashcroft remained silent, but his mind was busy. + </p> + <p> + “That woman is a genius of craft,” he said to himself. “My poor friend is + but a child in her hands. I did not know Paul would be so pitiably weak.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you happen to be here in Edgewood, Reuben?” asked the doctor. + </p> + <p> + “I had a little errand in the next town, and could not resist the + temptation of visiting you.” + </p> + <p> + “You can stay a day or two, can you not?” + </p> + <p> + “I will, though I had not expected to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Crawford is away this afternoon. She will be back presently, and + then I will introduce you.” + </p> + <p> + At five o’clock Mrs. Crawford returned, and her husband introduced her to + his friend. + </p> + <p> + Ashcroft fixed his eyes upon her searchingly. + </p> + <p> + “Her face looks strangely familiar,” he said to himself. “Where can I have + seen her?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford, like all persons who have a secret to conceal, was + distrustful of strangers. She took an instant dislike to Reuben Ashcroft, + and her greeting was exceedingly cold. + </p> + <p> + “I have invited Mr. Ashcroft to make me a visit of two or three days, my + dear,” said her husband. “He is a cousin to Carl’s mother.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford made no response, but kept her eyes fixed upon the carpet. + She could not have shown more plainly that the invitation was not approved + by her. + </p> + <p> + “Madam does not want me here,” thought Ashcroft, as he fixed his gaze once + more upon his friend’s wife. Again the face looked familiar, but he could + not place it. + </p> + <p> + “Have I not seen you before, Mrs. Crawford?” he asked, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t remember you,” she answered, slowly. “Probably I resemble some + one you have met.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so,” answered Ashcroft, but he could not get rid of the + conviction that somewhere and some time in the past he had met Mrs. + Crawford, and under circumstances that had fixed her countenance in his + memory. + </p> + <p> + After supper Dr. Crawford said: “My dear, I have told our guest that I + had, as a prudential measure, made my will. I wish you would get it, and + let me read it to him.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford looked startled and annoyed. + </p> + <p> + “Couldn’t you tell him the provisions of it?” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but I should like to show him the document.” + </p> + <p> + She turned and went upstairs. She was absent at least ten minutes. When + she returned she was empty-handed. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to say,” she remarked, with a forced laugh, “that I have laid + away the will so carefully that I can’t find it.” + </p> + <p> + Ashcroft fixed a searching look upon her, that evidently annoyed her. + </p> + <p> + “I may be able to find it to-morrow,” she resumed. + </p> + <p> + “I think you told me, Paul,” said Ashcroft, turning to Dr. Crawford, “that + by the will your estate is divided equally between Carl and Mrs. + Crawford.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “And nothing is said of any guardianship on the part of Mrs. Crawford?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I think it would be better, Ashcroft, that you should be Carl’s + guardian. A man can study his interests and control him better.” + </p> + <p> + “I will accept the trust,” said Ashcroft, “though I hope it may be many + years before the necessity arises.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford bit her lips, and darted an angry glance at the two friends. + She foresaw that her plans were threatened with failure. + </p> + <p> + The two men chatted throughout the evening, and Dr. Crawford had never of + late seemed happier. It gave him new life and raised his spirits to chat + over old times with his early friend. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0039" id="link2HCH0039"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIX. + </h2> + <h3> + A MAN OF ENERGY. + </h3> + <p> + The next morning Ashcroft said to his host: “Paul, let us take a walk to + the village.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crawford put on his hat, and went out with his friend. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Paul,” said Ashcroft, when they were some rods distant from the + house, “is there a lawyer in Edgewood?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, and a good one.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he indite your will?” + </p> + <p> + “No; Mrs. Crawford wrote it out. She was at one time copyist for a + lawyer.” + </p> + <p> + “Take my advice and have another drawn up to-day without mentioning the + matter to her. She admits having mislaid the one made yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be a good idea.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, it is a prudent precaution. Then you will be sure that all is + safe. I have, myself, executed a duplicate will. One I keep, the other I + have deposited with my lawyer.” + </p> + <p> + Ashcroft was a man of energy. He saw that Dr. Crawford, who was of a weak, + vacillating temper, executed the will. He and another witnessed it, and + the document was left with the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + “You think I had better not mention the matter to Mrs. Crawford?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “By no means—she might think it was a reflection upon her for + carelessly mislaying the first.” + </p> + <p> + “True,” and the doctor, who was fond of peace, consented to his friend’s + plan. + </p> + <p> + “By the way,” asked Ashcroft, “who was your wife what was her name, I mean—before + her second marriage?” + </p> + <p> + “She was a Mrs. Cook.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I see,” said Ashcroft, and his face lighted up with surprise and + intelligence. + </p> + <p> + “What do you see?” inquired Dr. Crawford. “I thought your wife’s face was + familiar. I met her once when she was Mrs. Cook.” + </p> + <p> + “You knew her, then?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I never exchanged a word with her till I met her under this roof. + </p> + <p> + “How can I tell him that I first saw her when a visitor to the + penitentiary among the female prisoners?” Ashcroft asked himself. “My poor + friend would sink with mortification.” + </p> + <p> + They were sitting in friendly chat after their return from their walk, + when Mrs. Crawford burst into the room in evident excitement. + </p> + <p> + “Husband,” she cried, “Peter has brought home a terrible report. He has + heard from a person who has just come from Milford that Carl has been run + over on the railroad and instantly killed!” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Crawford turned pale, his features worked convulsively, and he put his + hand to his heart, as he sank back in his chair, his face as pale as the + dead. + </p> + <p> + “Woman!” said Ashcroft, sternly, “I believe you have killed your husband!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, don’t say that! How could I be so imprudent?” said Mrs. Crawford, + clasping her hands, and counterfeiting distress. + </p> + <p> + Ashcroft set himself at once to save his friend from the result of the + shock. + </p> + <p> + “Leave the room!” he said, sternly, to Mrs. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “Why should I? I am his wife.” + </p> + <p> + “And have sought to be his murderer. You know that he has heart disease. + Mrs.—Cook, I know more about you than you suppose.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford’s color receded. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t understand you,” she said. She had scarcely reached the door, + when there was a sound of footsteps outside and Carl dashed into the room, + nearly upsetting his stepmother. + </p> + <p> + “You here?” she said, frigidly. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter with my father?” asked Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Are you Carl?” said Ashcroft, quickly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Your father has had a shock. I think I can soon bring him to.” + </p> + <p> + A few minutes later Dr. Crawford opened his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Are you feeling better, Paul?” asked Ashcroft, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “Didn’t I hear something about Carl—something terrible?” + </p> + <p> + “Carl is alive and well,” said he, soothingly. + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure of that?” asked Dr. Crawford, in excitement. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I have the best evidence of it. Here is Carl himself.” + </p> + <p> + Carl came forward and was clasped in his father’s arms. + </p> + <p> + “Thank Heaven, you are alive,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Why should I not be?” asked Carl, bewildered, turning to Ashcroft. + </p> + <p> + “Your stepmother had the—let me say imprudence, to tell your father + that you had been killed on the railroad.” + </p> + <p> + “Where could she have heard such a report?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not sure that she heard it at all,” said Ashcroft, in a low voice. + “She knew that your father had heart disease.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0040" id="link2HCH0040"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XL. + </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> + At this moment Mrs. Crawford re-entered the room. + </p> + <p> + “What brings you here?” she demanded, coolly, of Carl. + </p> + <p> + “I came here because this is my father’s house, madam.” + </p> + <p> + “You have behaved badly to me,” said Mrs. Crawford. “You have defied my + authority, and brought sorrow and distress to your good father. I thought + you would have the good sense to stay away.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you indorse this, father?” asked Carl, turning to Dr. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + “No!” answered his father, with unwonted energy. “My house will always be + your home.” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to have changed your mind, Dr. Crawford,” sneered his wife. + </p> + <p> + “Where did you pick up the report of Carl’s being killed on the railroad?” + asked the doctor, sternly. + </p> + <p> + “Peter heard it in the village,” said Mrs. Crawford, carelessly. + </p> + <p> + “Did it occur to you that the sudden news might injure your husband?” + asked Ashcroft. + </p> + <p> + “I spoke too impulsively. I realize too late my imprudence,” said Mrs. + Crawford, coolly. “Have you lost your place?” she asked, addressing Carl. + </p> + <p> + “No. I have just returned from Chicago.” + </p> + <p> + His stepmother looked surprised. + </p> + <p> + “We have had a quiet time since you left us,” she said. “If you value your + father’s health and peace of mind, you will not remain here.” + </p> + <p> + “Is my presence also unwelcome?” asked Ashcroft. + </p> + <p> + “You have not treated me with respect,” replied Mrs. Crawford. “If you are + a gentleman, you will understand that under the circumstances it will be + wise for you to take your departure.” + </p> + <p> + “Leaving my old friend to your care?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that will be best.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Ashcroft, can I have a few minutes’ conversation with you?” asked + Carl. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly.” + </p> + <p> + They left the room together, followed by an uneasy and suspicious glance + from Mrs. Crawford. + </p> + <p> + Carl hurriedly communicated to his father’s friend what he had learned + about his stepmother. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Cook, Peter’s father, is just outside,” he said. “Shall I call him + in?” + </p> + <p> + “I think we had better do so, but arrange that the interview shall take + place without your father’s knowledge. He must not be excited. Call him + in, and then summon your stepmother.” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Crawford,” said Carl, re-entering his father’s room, “Mr. Ashcroft + would like to have a few words with you. Can you come out?” + </p> + <p> + She followed Carl uneasily. + </p> + <p> + “What is it you want with me, sir?” she asked, frigidly. + </p> + <p> + “Let me introduce an old acquaintance of yours.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Cook, whom Mrs. Crawford had not at first observed, came forward. She + drew back in dismay. + </p> + <p> + “It is some time since we met, Lucy,” said Cook, quietly. + </p> + <p> + “Do you come here to make trouble?” she muttered, hoarsely. + </p> + <p> + “I come to ask for the property you took during my absence in California,” + he said. “I don’t care to have you return to me——” + </p> + <p> + “I obtained a divorce.” + </p> + <p> + “Precisely; I don’t care to annul it. I am thankful that you are no longer + my wife.” + </p> + <p> + “I—I will see what I can do for you. Don’t go near my present + husband. He is in poor health, and cannot bear a shock.” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Crawford,” said Ashcroft, gravely, “if you have any idea of + remaining here, in this house, give it up. I shall see that your husband’s + eyes are opened to your real character.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, you heard this man say that he has no claim upon me.” + </p> + <p> + “That may be, but I cannot permit my friend to harbor a woman whose record + is as bad as yours.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” she demanded, defiantly. + </p> + <p> + “I mean that you have served a term in prison for larceny.” + </p> + <p> + “It is false,” she said, with trembling lips. + </p> + <p> + “It is true. I visited the prison during your term of confinement, and saw + you there.” + </p> + <p> + “I, too, can certify to it,” said Cook. “I learned it two years after my + marriage. You will understand why I am glad of the divorce.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Crawford was silent for a moment. She realized that the battle was + lost. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” she said, after a pause, “I am defeated. I thought my secret was + safe, but I was mistaken. What do you propose to do with me?” + </p> + <p> + “I will tell you this evening,” said Ashcroft. “One thing I can say now—you + must not expect to remain in this house.” + </p> + <p> + “I no longer care to do so.” + </p> + <p> + A conference was held during the afternoon, Dr Crawford being told as much + as was essential. It was arranged that Mrs. Crawford should have an + allowance of four hundred dollars for herself and Peter if she would leave + the house quietly, and never again annoy her husband. Mr. Cook offered to + take Peter, but the latter preferred to remain with his mother. A private + arrangement was made by which Dr. Crawford made up to Mr. Cook one-half of + the sum stolen from him by his wife, and through the influence of + Ashcroft, employment was found for him. He is no longer a tramp, but a man + held in respect, and moderately prosperous. + </p> + <p> + Carl is still in the employ of Mr. Jennings, and his father has removed to + Milford, where he and his son can live together. Next September, on his + twenty-first birthday, Carl will be admitted to a junior partnership in + the business, his father furnishing the necessary capital. Carl’s + stepmother is in Chicago, and her allowance is paid to her quarterly + through a Chicago bank. She has considerable trouble with Peter, who has + become less submissive as he grows older, and is unwilling to settle down + to steady work. His prospects do not look very bright. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jennings and Hannah are as much attached as ever to Carl, and it is + quite likely the manufacturer will make him his heir. Happy in the society + of his son, Dr. Crawford is likely to live to a good old age, in spite of + his weakness and tendency to heart disease, for happiness is a great aid + to longevity. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Driven From Home, by Horatio Alger + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DRIVEN FROM HOME *** + +***** This file should be named 530-h.htm or 530-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/5/3/530/ + +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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