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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Driven From Home, by Horatio Alger
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+Title: Driven From Home
+       Carl Crawford's Experience
+
+Author: Horatio Alger
+
+Release Date: January 21, 2006 [EBook #530]
+
+Language: English
+
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DRIVEN FROM HOME ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Charles Keller and David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+
+DRIVEN FROM HOME
+
+OR
+
+CARL CRAWFORD'S EXPERIENCE
+
+
+BY HORATIO ALGER, JR.
+
+
+Author of "Erie Train Boy," "Young Acrobat," "Only an Irish Boy," "Bound
+to Rise," "The Young Outlaw," "Hector's Inheritance," etc.
+
+
+
+
+
+DRIVEN FROM HOME.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+
+DRIVEN FROM HOME.
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+A few rods ahead Carl's attention was drawn to a wide-spreading oak
+tree, with a carpet of verdure under its sturdy boughs.
+
+"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.
+
+"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?"
+
+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.
+
+The boy stopped short in surprise, and leaped from his iron steed.
+
+"Why, Carl Crawford, is this you? Where in the world are you going with
+that gripsack?"
+
+Carl looked up quickly.
+
+"Going to seek my fortune," he answered, soberly.
+
+"Well, I hope you'll find it. Don't chaff, though, but tell the honest
+truth."
+
+"I have told you the truth, Gilbert."
+
+With a puzzled look, Gilbert, first leaning his bicycle against the
+tree, seated himself on the ground by Carl's side.
+
+"Has your father lost his property?" he asked, abruptly.
+
+"No."
+
+"Has he disinherited you?"
+
+"Not exactly."
+
+"Have you left home for good?"
+
+"I have left home--I hope for good."
+
+"Have you quarreled with the governor?"
+
+"I hardly know what to say to that. There is a difference between us."
+
+"He doesn't seem like a Roman father--one who rules his family with a
+rod of iron."
+
+"No; he is quite the reverse. He hasn't backbone enough."
+
+"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."
+
+"So I could but for one thing."
+
+"What is that?"
+
+"I have a stepmother!" said Carl, with a significant glance at his
+companion.
+
+"So have I, but she is the soul of kindness, and makes our home the
+dearest place in the world."
+
+"Are there such stepmothers? I shouldn't have judged so from my own
+experience."
+
+"I think I love her as much as if she were my own mother."
+
+"You are lucky," said Carl, sighing.
+
+"Tell me about yours."
+
+"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."
+
+"How has she succeeded?"
+
+"I don't think my father feels any love for Peter, but through my
+stepmother's influence he generally fares better than I do."
+
+"Why wasn't he sent to school with you?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Why didn't you deny the stories?" asked Gilbert.
+
+"I did, but no credit was given to my denials. My stepmother was
+continually poisoning my father's mind against me."
+
+"Did you give her cause? Did you behave disrespectfully to her?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Poor Carl! How long has this been so?"
+
+"From the beginning--ever since Mrs. Crawford came into the house."
+
+"What are your relations with your step-brother--what's his name?"
+
+"Peter Cook. I despise the boy, for he is mean, and tyrannical where he
+dares to be."
+
+"I don't think it would be safe for him to bully you, Carl."
+
+"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."
+
+"I shouldn't think your father was a man to inflict such a punishment."
+
+"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."
+
+"How long ago was this?"
+
+"It happened when I was twelve."
+
+"Was it ever repeated?"
+
+"Yes, a month later; but the punishment lasted only for two days."
+
+"And you submitted to it?"
+
+"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."
+
+"He must be a charming fellow!"
+
+"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."
+
+"And yet your father likes him?"
+
+"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."
+
+"You have finally broken away, then?"
+
+"Yes; I couldn't stand it any longer. Home had become intolerable."
+
+"Pardon the question, but hasn't your father got considerable property?"
+
+"I have every reason to think so."
+
+"Won't your leaving home give your step-mother and Peter the inside
+track, and lead, perhaps, to your disinheritance?"
+
+"I suppose so," answered Carl, wearily; "but no matter what happens, I
+can't bear to stay at home any longer."
+
+"You're badly fixed--that's a fact!" said Gilbert, in a tone of
+sympathy. "What are your plans?"
+
+"I don't know. I haven't had time to think."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+A FRIEND WORTH HAVING.
+
+
+Gilbert wrinkled up his forehead and set about trying to form some plans
+for Carl.
+
+"It will be hard for you to support yourself," he said, after a pause;
+"that is, without help."
+
+"There is no one to help me. I expect no help."
+
+"I thought your father might be induced to give you an allowance, so
+that with what you can earn, you may get along comfortably."
+
+"I think father would be willing to do this, but my stepmother would
+prevent him."
+
+"Then she has a great deal of influence over him?"
+
+"Yes, she can twist him round her little finger."
+
+"I can't understand it."
+
+"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."
+
+"Still he ought to do something for you."
+
+"I suppose he ought. Still, Gilbert, I think I can earn my living."
+
+"What can you do?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't think the clothes would suit you."
+
+"I am pretty well supplied with clothing."
+
+Gilbert looked significantly at the gripsack.
+
+"Do you carry it all in there?" he asked, doubtfully.
+
+Carl laughed.
+
+"Well, no," he answered. "I have a trunkful of clothes at home, though."
+
+"Why didn't you bring them with you?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Thank you, Gilbert; but I don't feel like asking favors from those who
+have ill-treated me."
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't know but you are right," admitted Carl, slowly.
+
+"Of course I am right. Now, will you make me your minister
+plenipotentiary, armed with full powers?"
+
+"Yes, I believe I will."
+
+"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."
+
+"No, no, Gilbert; I will carry my own gripsack. I won't burden you with
+it," said Carl, rising from his recumbent position.
+
+"Look here, Carl, how far have you walked with it this morning?"
+
+"About twelve miles."
+
+"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."
+
+"You are very kind, Gilbert."
+
+"Why shouldn't I be?"
+
+"But it is imposing up on your good nature."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Your sister may not like such an arrangement."
+
+"Won't she though! She's very fond of beaux, and she will receive you
+very graciously."
+
+"You make me feel bashful, Gilbert."
+
+"You won't be long. Julia will chat away to you as if she'd known you
+for fifty years."
+
+"I was very young fifty years ago," said Carl, smiling.
+
+"Hi, there, Jule!" called Gilbert, waving his hand.
+
+Julia Vance stopped the horse, and looked inquiringly and rather
+admiringly at Carl, who was a boy of fine appearance.
+
+"Let me introduce you to my friend and schoolmate, Carl Crawford."
+
+Carl took off his hat politely.
+
+"I am very glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Crawford," said Julia,
+demurely; "I have often heard Gilbert speak of you."
+
+"I hope he said nothing bad about me, Miss Vance."
+
+"You may be sure he didn't. If he should now--I wouldn't believe him."
+
+"You've made a favorable impression, Carl," said Gilbert, smiling.
+
+"I am naturally prejudiced against boys--having such a brother," said
+Julia; "but it is not fair to judge all boys by him."
+
+"That is outrageous injustice!" said Gilbert; "but then, sisters seldom
+appreciate their brothers."
+
+"Some other fellows' sisters may," said Carl.
+
+"They do, they do!"
+
+"Did you ever see such a vain, conceited boy, Mr. Crawford?"
+
+"Of course you know him better than I do."
+
+"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."
+
+"I am very glad, I am sure," said Julia, sincerely.
+
+"And I want you to take him in, bag and baggage, and convey him to our
+palace, while I speed thither on my wheel."
+
+"To be sure I will, and with great pleasure."
+
+"Can't you get out and assist him into the carriage, Jule?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"Not at all."
+
+"Then I will accept your kind offer."
+
+In a trice Carl was seated next to Julia, with his valise at his feet.
+
+"Won't you drive, Mr. Crawford?" said the young lady.
+
+"Don't let me take the reins from you."
+
+"I don't think it looks well for a lady to drive when a gentleman is
+sitting beside her."
+
+Carl was glad to take the reins, for he liked driving.
+
+"Now for a race!" said Gilbert, who was mounted on his bicycle.
+
+"All right!" replied Carl. "Look out for us!"
+
+They started, and the two kept neck and neck till they entered the
+driveway leading up to a handsome country mansion.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Gilbert," said Carl, as they were preparing for tea, "you have a
+charming home."
+
+"You have a nice house, too, Carl."
+
+"True; but it isn't a home--to me. There is no love there."
+
+"That makes a great difference."
+
+"If I had a father and mother like yours I should be happy."
+
+"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?"
+
+"Yes, I consent; but it won't do any good."
+
+"We will see."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+INTRODUCES PETER COOK.
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+Peter Cook laughed heartily at his successful aim.
+
+"I hit her, Simon," he said. "Doesn't she look seared?"
+
+"You must have hurt her."
+
+"I expect I did. I'll take a bigger stone next time."
+
+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.
+
+"Put down that rock!" said Gilbert, indignantly.
+
+Peter turned quickly, and eyed Gilbert insolently.
+
+"Who are you?" he demanded.
+
+"No matter who I am. Put down that rock!"
+
+"What business is it of yours?"
+
+"I shall make it my business to protect that cat from your cruelty."
+
+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."
+
+"Do it if you dare!" said Gilbert, quietly.
+
+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.
+
+"What do you mean by that, you loafer?" demanded Peter, his eyes blazing
+with anger.
+
+"To stop your fun, if that's what you call it."
+
+"I've a good mind to give you a thrashing."
+
+Gilbert put himself in a position of defense.
+
+"Sail in, if you want to!" he responded.
+
+"Help me, Simon!" said Peter. "You grab his legs, and I'll upset him."
+
+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.
+
+Gilbert put himself on guard, expecting a second attack; but Peter
+apparently thought it wiser to fight with his tongue.
+
+"You rascal!" he shrieked, almost foaming at the mouth; "I'll have you
+arrested."
+
+"What for?" asked Gilbert, coolly.
+
+"For flying at me like a--a tiger, and trying to kill me."
+
+Gilbert laughed at this curious version of things.
+
+"I thought it was you who flew at me," he said.
+
+"What business had you to interfere with me?"
+
+"I'll do it again unless you give up firing stones at the cat."
+
+"I'll do it as long as I like."
+
+"She's gone!" said Simon.
+
+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.
+
+"I'm glad of it!" said Gilbert. "Good-morning, boys! When we meet again,
+I hope you will be more creditably employed."
+
+"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."
+
+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?"
+
+"He knocked me over. I want him arrested for assault and battery."
+
+"And what did you do?"
+
+"I? I didn't do anything."
+
+"That is rather strange. Young man, what is your name?"
+
+"Gilbert Vance."
+
+"You don't live in this town?"
+
+"No; I live in Warren."
+
+"What made you attack Peter?"
+
+"Because he flew at me, and I had to defend myself."
+
+"Is this so, Simon? You saw all that happened."
+
+"Ye--es," admitted Simon, unwillingly.
+
+"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."
+
+"He came up and abused me--the loafer," said Peter.
+
+"That was the reason you went at him?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Have you anything to say?" asked the constable, addressing Gilbert.
+
+"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."
+
+"It was no business of yours," muttered Peter.
+
+"I made it my business, and will again."
+
+"Did the cat have a white spot on her forehead?" asked the constable.
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"And was mouse colored?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"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."
+
+"Let me go!" cried the terrified boy. "I didn't know it was your cat."
+
+"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."
+
+"Oh, don't, please don't, Mr. Rogers!" implored Peter, quite
+panic-stricken.
+
+"Will you promise never to stone another cat?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"Then go about your business."
+
+Peter lost no time, but scuttled up the street with his companion.
+
+"I am much obliged to you for protecting Flora's cat," then said the
+constable to Gilbert.
+
+"You are quite welcome, sir. I won't see any animal abused if I can help
+it."
+
+"You are right there."
+
+"Wasn't that boy Peter Cook?"
+
+"Yes. Don't you know him?"
+
+"No; but I know his stepbrother, Carl."
+
+"A different sort of boy! Have you come to visit him?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"That is true enough. For nearly all the doctor's money came to him
+through Carl's mother."
+
+"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."
+
+"So you can, for there he is coming up the street."
+
+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.
+
+The boy advanced to meet him, and, taking off his hat, asked politely:
+"Is this Dr. Crawford?"
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+AN IMPORTANT CONFERENCE.
+
+
+Dr. Crawford stopped short, and eyed Gilbert attentively.
+
+"I don't know you," he said, in a querulous tone.
+
+"I am a schoolmate of your son, Carl. My name is Gilbert Vance."
+
+"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."
+
+"I can tell you, sir. He is staying--for a day or two--at my father's
+house."
+
+"Where is that?" asked Dr. Crawford, his manner showing that he was
+confused.
+
+"In Warren, thirteen miles from here."
+
+"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.
+
+"No, sir. It was only by chance that I met him a mile from our home. I
+induced him to stay overnight."
+
+"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."
+
+"That is his own fault. He has had enough to eat and enough to wear. He
+has had as comfortable a home as yourself."
+
+"I don't doubt that, but he complains that his stepmother is continually
+finding fault with him, and scolding him."
+
+"He provokes her to do it. He is a headstrong, obstinate boy."
+
+"He never had that reputation at school, sir. We all liked him."
+
+"I suppose you mean to imply that I am in fault?" said the doctor,
+warmly.
+
+"I don't think you know how badly Mrs. Crawford treats Carl, sir."
+
+"Of course, of course. That is always said of a stepmother."
+
+"Not always, sir. I have a stepmother myself, and no own mother could
+treat me better."
+
+"You are probably a better boy."
+
+"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."
+
+"Really, this is very annoying," said Dr. Crawford, irritably. "Have you
+come here from Warren to say this?"
+
+"No, sir, not entirely."
+
+"Perhaps Carl wants me to receive him back. I will do so if he promises
+to obey his stepmother."
+
+"That he won't do, I am sure."
+
+"Then what is the object of your visit?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't know," said Dr. Crawford, in a vacillating tone. "I don't think
+Mrs. Crawford would approve this."
+
+"It seems to me you are the one to decide, as Carl is your own son.
+Peter must cost you a good deal more."
+
+"Do you know Peter?"
+
+"I have met him," answered Gilbert, with a slight smile.
+
+"I don't know what to say. You may be right. Peter does cost me more."
+
+"And Carl is entitled to be treated as well as he."
+
+"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."
+
+"That is false!" exclaimed Gilbert, indignantly. "I am surprised that
+you should believe such a thing of your own son."
+
+"Mrs. Crawford says she has proof," said the doctor, hesitating.
+
+"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."
+
+"Who?"
+
+"Peter Cook. He looks mean enough for anything."
+
+"What right have you to speak so of Peter?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"Yes, sir; I presume you don't want him to starve?"
+
+"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.
+
+"Thank you, sir. This money will be very useful. Besides, it will show
+Carl that his father is not wholly indifferent to him."
+
+"Of course not. Who says that I am a bad father?" asked Dr. Crawford,
+peevishly.
+
+"I don't think, sir, there would be any difficulty between you and Carl
+if you had not married again."
+
+"Carl has no right to vex Mrs. Crawford. Besides, he can't agree with
+Peter."
+
+"Is that his fault or Peter's?" asked Gilbert, significantly.
+
+"I am not acquainted with the circumstances, but Mrs. Crawford says that
+Carl is always bullying Peter."
+
+"He never bullied anyone at school."
+
+"Is there anything, else you want?"
+
+"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----"
+
+"Where?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Why didn't he come himself?"
+
+"Because he thought it would be unpleasant for him to meet Mrs.
+Crawford. They would be sure to quarrel."
+
+"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?"
+
+"Yes, sir; I should like to have the matter settled to-day, so that Carl
+will know what to depend upon."
+
+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.
+
+So he walked beside Dr. Crawford till they reached the tasteful dwelling
+occupied as a residence by Carl and his father.
+
+"How happy Carl could be here, if he had a stepmother like mine,"
+Gilbert thought.
+
+They went up to the front door, which was opened for them by a servant.
+
+"Jane, is Mrs. Crawford in?" asked the doctor.
+
+"No, sir; not just now. She went to the village to do some shopping."
+
+"Is Peter in?"
+
+"No, sir."
+
+"Then you will have to wait till they return."
+
+"Can't I go up to Carl's room and be packing his things?"
+
+"Yes, I think you may. I don't think Mrs. Crawford would object."
+
+"Good heavens! Hasn't the man a mind of his own?" thought Gilbert.
+
+"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."
+
+"When is Master Carl coming back?" asked Jane.
+
+"I--I don't know. I think he will be away for a time."
+
+"I wish it was Peter instead of him," said Jane, in a low voice, only
+audible to Gilbert.
+
+She showed Gilbert the way upstairs, while the doctor went to his study.
+
+"Are you a friend of Master Carl's?" asked Jane, as soon as they were
+alone.
+
+"Yes, Jane."
+
+"And where is he?"
+
+"At my house."
+
+"Is he goin' to stay there?"
+
+"For a short time. He wants to go out into the world and make his own
+living."
+
+"And no wonder--poor boy! It's hard times he had here."
+
+"Didn't Mrs. Crawford treat him well?" asked Gilbert, with curiosity
+
+"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'!"
+
+"How about Peter?"
+
+"He's just as bad--the m'anest bye I iver set eyes on. It would do me
+good to see him flogged."
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+CARL'S STEPMOTHER.
+
+
+Five minutes later, as Gilbert was closing the trunk, Jane reappeared.
+
+"The doctor and Mrs. Crawford would like to see you downstairs," she
+said.
+
+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.
+
+"My dear," said the doctor, "this is the young man who has come from
+Carl."
+
+Mrs. Crawford surveyed Gilbert with an expression by no means friendly.
+
+"What is your name?" she asked.
+
+"Gilbert Vance."
+
+"Did Carl Crawford send you here?"
+
+"No; I volunteered to come."
+
+"Did he tell you that he was disobedient and disrespectful to me?"
+
+"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.
+
+"Well, upon my word!" exclaimed Mrs. Crawford, fanning herself
+vigorously. "Dr. Crawford, did you hear that?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And what do you think of it?"
+
+"Well, I think you may have been too hard upon Carl."
+
+"Too hard? Why, then, did he not treat me respectfully? This boy seems
+inclined to be impertinent."
+
+"I answered your questions, madam," said Gilbert, coldly.
+
+"I suppose you side with your friend Carl?"
+
+"I certainly do."
+
+Mrs. Crawford bit her lip.
+
+"What is the object of your coming? Does Carl wish to return?"
+
+"I thought Dr. Crawford might have told you."
+
+"Carl wants his clothes sent to him," said the doctor. "He only carried
+a few with him."
+
+"I shall not consent to it. He deserves no favors at our hands."
+
+This was too much even for Dr. Crawford.
+
+"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."
+
+"Oh, well! spoil him if you choose!" said the lady, sullenly. "Take his
+part against your wife!"
+
+"I have never done that, but I will not allow him to be defrauded of his
+clothes."
+
+"I have no more to say," said Mrs. Crawford, her eyes snapping. She was
+clearly mortified at her failure to carry her point.
+
+"Do you wish the trunk to be sent to your house?" asked the doctor.
+
+"Yes, sir; I have packed the clothes and locked the trunk."
+
+"I should like to examine it before it goes," put in Mrs. Crawford,
+spitefully.
+
+"Why?"
+
+"To make sure that nothing has been put in that does not belong to
+Carl."
+
+"Do you mean to accuse me of stealing, madam?" demanded Gilbert,
+indignantly.
+
+Mrs. Crawford tossed her head.
+
+"I don't know anything about you," she replied.
+
+"Dr. Crawford, am I to open the trunk?" asked Gilbert.
+
+"No," answered the doctor, with unwonted decision.
+
+"I hate that boy! He has twice subjected me to mortification," thought
+Mrs. Crawford.
+
+"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."
+
+"I deny it!" said Gilbert.
+
+"What do you know about it, I should like to ask?" sneered Mrs.
+Crawford.
+
+"I know that Carl is an honorable boy, incapable of theft, and at this
+moment has but thirty-seven cents in his possession."
+
+"So far as you know."
+
+"If the money has really disappeared, madam, you had better ask your own
+boy about it."
+
+"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.
+
+There was an unexpected reply. Jane entered the room at this moment to
+ask a question.
+
+"I say so, ma'am," she rejoined.
+
+"What?" ejaculated Mrs. Crawford, with startling emphasis.
+
+"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."
+
+"It's a lie!" said Mrs. Crawford, hoarsely.
+
+"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."
+
+"You are a spy--a base, dishonorable spy!" cried Mrs. Crawford.
+
+"I won't say what you are, ma'am, to bring false charges against Master
+Carl, and I wonder the doctor will believe them."
+
+"Leave the house directly, you hussy!" shrieked Mrs. Crawford.
+
+"If I do, I wonder who'll get the dinner?" remarked Jane, not at all
+disturbed.
+
+"I won't stay here to be insulted," said the angry lady. "Dr. Crawford,
+you might have spirit enough to defend your wife."
+
+She flounced out of the room, not waiting for a reply, leaving the
+doctor dazed and flurried.
+
+"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."
+
+"Are you sure of what you said, Jane?" asked the doctor.
+
+"Yes, sir. I saw Peter take the wallet with my own eyes."
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+"Certainly, certainly, that is right. But you see how I am placed."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"I agree with you, sir."
+
+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.
+
+"My stepson, Peter," announced Dr. Crawford.
+
+"Peter and I have met before," said Gilbert, smiling.
+
+"What are you here for?" asked Peter, rudely.
+
+"Not to see you," answered Gilbert, turning from him.
+
+"My mother'll have something to say to you," went on Peter,
+significantly.
+
+"She will have something to say to you," retorted Gilbert. "She has
+found out who stole her money."
+
+Peter's face turned scarlet instantly, and he left the room hurriedly.
+
+"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."
+
+"It is all very unpleasant," responded Dr. Crawford, peevishly. "I don't
+see why I can't live in peace and tranquility."
+
+"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."
+
+"I can't say now. I want time to think. Give me your address, and I will
+write to Carl in your care."
+
+"Very well, sir."
+
+Gilbert left the house and made arrangements to have Carl's trunk called
+for. It accompanied him on the next train to Warren.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+Mrs. CRAWFORD'S LETTER.
+
+
+"How did you like my stepmother?" asked Carl, when Gilbert returned in
+the afternoon.
+
+"She's a daisy!" answered Gilbert, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't
+think I ever saw a more disagreeable woman."
+
+"Do you blame me for leaving home?"
+
+"I only wonder you have been able to stay so long. I had a long
+conversation with your father."
+
+"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."
+
+"He gave me this for you," said Gilbert, producing the ten-dollar bill.
+
+"Did my stepmother know of his sending it?"
+
+"No; she was opposed to sending your trunk, but your father said
+emphatically you should have it."
+
+"I am glad he showed that much spirit."
+
+"I have some hopes that he will make you an allowance of a few dollars a
+week."
+
+"That would make me all right, but I don't expect it."
+
+"You will probably hear from your father to-morrow or next day, so you
+will have to make yourself contented a little longer."
+
+"I hope you are not very homesick, Mr. Crawford?" said Julia,
+coquettishly.
+
+"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."
+
+"You have one staunch friend at home," said Gilbert.
+
+"You don't allude to Peter?"
+
+"So far as I can judge, he hates you like poison. I mean Jane."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"I am not at all surprised. Peter is mean enough to steal or do anything
+else. What did my stepmother say?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I ought to be forming some plan," said Carl, thoughtfully.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Thank you, old fellow! I appreciate the kindness I have received here;
+but I must strike out for myself."
+
+"How do you feel about it, Carl?"
+
+"I hope for the best. I am young, strong and willing to work. There must
+be an opening for me somewhere."
+
+The next morning, just after breakfast, a letter arrived for Carl,
+mailed at Edgewood Center.
+
+"Is it from your father?" asked Gilbert.
+
+"No; it is in the handwriting of my stepmother. I can guess from that
+that it contains no good news."
+
+He opened the letter, and as he read it his face expressed disgust and
+annoyance.
+
+"Read it, Gilbert," he said, handing him the open sheet.
+
+This was the missive:
+
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+
+"Small doubt of that!" said Carl, bitterly.
+
+
+"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,
+
+"Anastasia Crawford."
+
+
+"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."
+
+"I never knew there were such women in the world!" returned Gilbert.
+"I can understand your feelings perfectly, after my interview of
+yesterday."
+
+"She thinks even worse of you than of me," said Carl, with a faint
+smile.
+
+"I have no doubt Peter shares her sentiments. I didn't make many friends
+in your family, it must be confessed."
+
+"You did me a service, Gilbert, and I shall not soon forget it."
+
+"Where did your stepmother come from?" asked Gilbert, thoughtfully.
+
+"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."
+
+"I wonder at that. She doesn't seem very fascinating."
+
+"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."
+
+"I wonder your father doesn't recognize her for what she is."
+
+"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."
+
+"Did she have any property when your father married her?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Let us hope your father will live till you are a young man, at least,
+and better able to cope with her."
+
+"I earnestly hope so."
+
+"Your father is not an old man."
+
+"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."
+
+"You don't know anything of Mrs. Crawford's antecedents?"
+
+"No."
+
+"What was her name before she married your father?"
+
+"She was a Mrs. Cook. That, as you know, is Peter's name."
+
+"Perhaps, in your travels, you may learn something of her history."
+
+"I should like to do so."
+
+"You won't leave us to-morrow?"
+
+"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."
+
+"You will write to me, Carl?"
+
+"Yes, when I have anything agreeable to write."
+
+"Let us hope that will be soon."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+ENDS IN A TRAGEDY.
+
+
+Carl obtained permission to leave his trunk at the Vance mansion, merely
+taking out what he absolutely needed for a change.
+
+"When I am settled I will send for it," he said. "Now I shouldn't know
+what to do with it."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"I say, young feller, where are you goin'?" he asked.
+
+"I don't know--exactly."
+
+"You don't know where you are goin'?" repeated the farmer, in surprise.
+
+Carl laughed. "I am going out in the world to seek my fortune," he said.
+
+"You be? Would you like a job?" asked the farmer, eagerly.
+
+"What sort of a job?"
+
+"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----"
+
+"Going to rain?" repeated Carl, in surprise, as he looked up at the
+nearly cloudless sky.
+
+"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."
+
+"And you want me to help you?"
+
+"Yes; you look strong and hardy."
+
+"Yes, I am pretty strong," said Carl, complacently.
+
+"Well, what do you say?"
+
+"All right. I'll help you."
+
+Carl gave a spring and cleared the fence, landing in the hay field,
+having first thrown his valise over.
+
+"You're pretty spry," said the farmer. "I couldn't do that."
+
+"No, you're too heavy," said Carl, smiling, as he noted the clumsy
+figure of his employer. "Now, what shall I do?"
+
+"Take that rake and rake up the hay. Then we'll go over to the barn and
+get the hay wagon."
+
+"Where is your barn?"
+
+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.
+
+"Are you used to hayin'?" asked the farmer.
+
+"Well, no, not exactly; though I've handled a rake before."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"I think I could take two or three, sir."
+
+"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."
+
+"Do you generally find people willing to work for their board?" asked
+Carl, who knew that he was being imposed upon.
+
+"Well, I might pay a leetle more. You work for me till sundown, and I'll
+give you dinner and supper, and--fifteen cents."
+
+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.
+
+"I agree," he said. "Shall I leave my rake here?"
+
+"Yes; it'll be all right."
+
+"I'll take along my valise, for I can't afford to run any risk of losing
+it."
+
+"Jest as you say."
+
+Five minutes brought them to the farmhouse.
+
+"Can I wash my hands?" asked Carl.
+
+"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."
+
+"All right, Silas. He don't look very old, though."
+
+"No, ma'am. I ain't twenty-one yet," answered Carl, who was really
+sixteen.
+
+"I shouldn't say you was. You ain't no signs of a mustache."
+
+"I keep it short, ma'am, in warm weather," said Carl.
+
+"It don't dull a razor any to cut it in cold weather, does it?" asked
+the farmer, chuckling at his joke.
+
+"Well, no, sir; I can't say it does."
+
+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.
+
+"I never knew work improved a fellow's appetite so," reflected the young
+traveler. "I never ate with so much relish at home."
+
+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.
+
+"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?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"In half an hour there'll be rain, or I'm mistaken. Old Job Hagar is
+right after all."
+
+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.
+
+"Where war you a-goin' to-night?" asked the farmer.
+
+"I don't know, sir."
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+What should he do? He was terribly hungry, and the sight of the food on
+the table was tantalizing.
+
+"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."
+
+He entered, seated himself, and ate heartily. Still no one appeared.
+
+"I don't want to go off without paying," thought Carl. "I'll see if I
+can find somebody."
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+CARL FALLS UNDER SUSPICION.
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"What shall I do?" thought Carl, perplexed. "This is terrible!"
+
+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.
+
+"I had better leave here at once," he reflected. "I shall have to go
+away without paying for my meal."
+
+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.
+
+"What are you doing here?" asked the man.
+
+"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."
+
+"Wasn't my husband here?" asked the woman.
+
+"I--I am afraid something has happened to your husband," faltered Carl.
+
+"What do you mean?"
+
+Carl silently pointed to the chamber door. The woman opened it, and
+uttered a loud shriek.
+
+"Look here, Walter!" she cried.
+
+Her companion quickly came to her side.
+
+"My husband is dead!" cried the woman; "basely murdered, and there,"
+pointing fiercely to Carl, "there stands the murderer!"
+
+"Madam, you cannot believe this!" said Carl, naturally agitated.
+
+"What have you to say for yourself?" demanded the man, suspiciously.
+
+"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!"
+
+"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."
+
+Things began to look very serious for poor Carl.
+
+"Your husband is larger and stronger than myself," he urged,
+desperately. "How could I overpower him?"
+
+"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."
+
+"He murdered him, I tell you, he murdered him!" shrieked the woman, who
+seemed bereft of reason. "I call upon you to arrest him."
+
+"I am not a constable, Maria."
+
+"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!"
+
+Terrible as the circumstances were, Carl felt an impulse to laugh. It
+seemed absurd to hear himself talked of in this way.
+
+"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!"
+
+"The boy is right, Maria! It's a foolish idea of yours."
+
+"I call upon you to tie the villain!" insisted the woman.
+
+"Just as you say! Can you give me some rope?"
+
+From a drawer Mrs. Brown drew a quantity of strong cord, and the man
+proceeded to tie Carl's hands.
+
+"Tie his feet, too, Walter!"
+
+"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.
+
+"How artful he is!" said Mrs. Brown. "Tie him strong, Walter."
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+"I have told you that I had nothing to do with your husband's death,
+madam."
+
+"Who killed him, then?" she cried.
+
+"I don't know. He must have committed suicide."
+
+"Don't think you are going to escape in that way. I won't rest till I
+see you hung!"
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Why was he not cut down?" asked the doctor, hastily. "There might have
+been a chance to resuscitate him."
+
+"I didn't think of it," said the messenger. "Maria was so excited, and
+insisted that the boy murdered him."
+
+"What boy?"
+
+Carl was pointed out.
+
+"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."
+
+"That's what I thought, but Maria seemed crazed like."
+
+"I tell you he did it! Are you going to let him go, the red-handed
+murderer?"
+
+"Loose the cord, and I will question the boy," said Dr. Park, with an
+air of authority.
+
+Carl breathed a sigh of relief, when, freed from his bonds, he stood
+upright.
+
+"I'll tell you all I know," he said, "but it won't throw any light upon
+the death."
+
+Dr. Park listened attentively, and asked one or two questions.
+
+"Did you hear any noise when you were sitting at the table?" he
+inquired.
+
+"No, sir."
+
+"Was the door closed?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"That of itself would probably prevent your hearing anything. Mrs.
+Brown, at what hour did you leave the house?"
+
+"At ten minutes of twelve."
+
+"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?"
+
+"No, sir, not much. He was always a silent man."
+
+"Had anything happened to disturb him?"
+
+"He got a letter this morning. I don't know what was in it."
+
+"We had better search for it."
+
+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:
+
+
+"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.
+
+"William."
+
+
+The reading of this letter made a sensation. Mrs. Brown went into
+hysterics, and there was a scene of confusion.
+
+"Do you think I can go?" Carl asked Dr. Park.
+
+"Yes. There is nothing to connect you with the sad event."
+
+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.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+A PLAUSIBLE STRANGER.
+
+
+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.
+
+Toward the close of the last day he overtook a young man of twenty-five,
+who was traveling in the same direction.
+
+"Good-afternoon," said the young man, sociably.
+
+"Good-afternoon, sir."
+
+"Where are you bound, may I ask?"
+
+"To the next town."
+
+"Fillmore?"
+
+"Yes, if that is the name."
+
+"So am I. Why shouldn't we travel together?"
+
+"I have no objection," said Carl, who was glad of company.
+
+"Are you in any business?"
+
+"No, but I hope to find a place."
+
+"Oh, a smart boy like you will soon find employment."
+
+"I hope so, I am sure. I haven't much money left, and it is necessary I
+should do something."
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+"Well, there might be a chance," said the young man, slowly. "You
+haven't any recommendations with you, have you?"
+
+"No; I have never been employed."
+
+"It doesn't matter. I will recommend you myself."
+
+"You might be deceived in me," said Carl, smiling.
+
+"I'll take the risk of that. I know a reliable boy when I see him."
+
+"Thank you. What is the name of your firm?"
+
+"F. Brandes & Co., commission merchants, Pearl Street. My own name is
+Chauncy Hubbard, at your service."
+
+"I am Carl Crawford."
+
+"That's a good name. I predict that we shall be great chums, if I manage
+to get you a place in our establishment."
+
+"Is Mr. Brandes a good man to work for?"
+
+"Yes, he is easy and good-natured. He is liberal to his clerks. What
+salary do you think I get?"
+
+"I couldn't guess."
+
+"Forty dollars a week, and I am only twenty-five. Went into the house at
+sixteen, and worked my way up."
+
+"You have certainly done well," said Carl, respectfully.
+
+"Well, I'm no slouch, if I do say it myself."
+
+"I don't wonder your income pays the expenses of your vacation trip."
+
+"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."
+
+"Do you think there is any chance of marrying her?" asked Carl, with
+interest.
+
+"I think my chance is pretty good, as the girl won't look at anybody
+else."
+
+"Is Mr. Brandes wealthy?"
+
+"Yes, the old man's pretty well fixed, worth nearly half a million, I
+guess."
+
+"Perhaps he will take you into the firm," suggested Carl.
+
+"Very likely. That's what I'm working for."
+
+"At any rate, you ought to save something out of your salary."
+
+"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."
+
+"I shall feel flattered, I am sure," said Carl, politely.
+
+"I have one great fault--I gamble."
+
+"Do you?" said Carl, rather startled, for he had been brought up very
+properly to have a horror of gambling.
+
+"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."
+
+"That ought to have been a warning to you, I should think."
+
+"It ought, and may be yet, for I am still a young man."
+
+"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."
+
+"Say no more, Carl! You are a true friend. I will try to follow your
+advice. Give me your hand."
+
+Carl did so, and felt a warm glow of pleasure at the thought that
+perhaps he had redeemed his companion from a fascinating vice.
+
+"I really wish I had a sensible boy like you to be my constant
+companion. I should feel safer."
+
+"Do you really have such a passion for gambling, then?"
+
+"Yes; if at the hotel to-night I should see a party playing poker, I
+could not resist joining them. Odd, isn't it?"
+
+"I am glad I have no such temptation."
+
+"Yes, you are lucky. By the way, how much money have you about you?"
+
+"Five dollars."
+
+"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."
+
+"If you really wish me to do so."
+
+"Enough said. Here is the ten."
+
+Carl took the bill, and gave Mr. Hubbard his five-dollar note.
+
+"You are placing considerable confidence in me," he said.
+
+"I am, it is true, but I have no fear of being deceived. You are a boy
+who naturally inspires confidence."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"I can tell you the reason very briefly--I have a stepmother."
+
+"I understand. Is your father living?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"But he thinks more of the stepmother than of you?"
+
+"I am afraid he does."
+
+"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."
+
+"That would satisfy me. Has Mr. Brandes got another daughter?"
+
+"No, there is only one."
+
+"Then I shall have to be content with the forty dollars a week. If I
+ever get it, I will save half."
+
+"I wish I could."
+
+"You can if you try. Why, you might have two thousand dollars saved up
+now, if you had only begun to save in time."
+
+"I have lost more than that at the gaming table. You will think me very
+foolish."
+
+"Yes, I do," said Carl, frankly.
+
+"You are right. But here we are almost at the village."
+
+"Is there a good hotel?"
+
+"Yes--the Fillmore. We will take adjoining rooms if you say so."
+
+"Very well."
+
+"And in the morning you will pay the bill?"
+
+"Certainly."
+
+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.
+
+"Has Mr. Hubbard come down yet?" he asked at the desk.
+
+"Yes; he took an early breakfast, and went off by the first train."
+
+"That is strange. I was to pay his bill."
+
+"He paid it himself."
+
+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.
+
+"Very well! I will pay my own bill. How much is it?"
+
+"A dollar and a quarter."
+
+Carl took the ten-dollar bill from his wallet and tendered it to the
+clerk.
+
+Instead of changing it at once, the clerk held it up to the light and
+examined it critically.
+
+"I can't take that bill," he said, abruptly.
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"Because it is counterfeit."
+
+Carl turned pale, and the room seemed to whirl round. It was all the
+money he had.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+THE COUNTERFEIT BILL.
+
+
+"Are you sure it is counterfeit?" asked Carl, very much disturbed.
+
+"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."
+
+"That's all the money I have," faltered Carl.
+
+"Look here, young man," said the clerk, sternly, "you are trying a bold
+game, but it won't succeed."
+
+"I am trying no game at all," said Carl, plucking up spirit. "I thought
+the bill was good."
+
+"Where did you get it?"
+
+"From the man who came with me last evening--Mr. Hubbard."
+
+"The money he gave me was good."
+
+"What did he give you?"
+
+"A five-dollar bill."
+
+"It was my five-dollar bill," said Carl, bitterly.
+
+"Your story doesn't seem very probable," said the clerk, suspiciously.
+"How did he happen to get your money, and you his?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"But I have no other money," said Carl, desperately.
+
+"Then I shall feel justified in ordering your arrest on a charge of
+passing, or trying to pass, counterfeit money."
+
+"Don't do that, sir! I will see that you are paid out of the first money
+I earn."
+
+"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."
+
+"Search me, then!" cried Carl, indignantly. "I am perfectly willing that
+you should."
+
+"Haven't you any relations who will pay your bill?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Our list of workers is full," said the clerk, coldly.
+
+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.
+
+"What have you got in your valise?" asked the clerk.
+
+"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."
+
+"Let me see it."
+
+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.
+
+"I'll give you a dollar and a quarter for the pencil," he said, "and
+call it square."
+
+"I wouldn't like to sell it," said Carl.
+
+"You won't get any more for it."
+
+"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."
+
+"You would prefer to get off scot-free, I suppose?" retorted the clerk,
+with a sneer.
+
+"No; I am willing to leave it in your hands, but I should like the
+privilege of redeeming it when I have the money."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"All right. I will mark you paid."
+
+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?
+
+"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!"
+
+He stooped over and picked up the coin, which he put in his vest pocket.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Good-day!" said Carl, pleasantly, noticing that the boy regarded him
+with interest.
+
+"Good-day!" returned the country lad, rather bashfully.
+
+"Can you tell me if there is any place near where I can buy some
+dinner?"
+
+"There ain't no tavern, if that's what you mean. I'm goin' home to
+dinner myself."
+
+"Where do you live?"
+
+"Over yonder."
+
+He pointed to a farmhouse about a dozen rods away.
+
+"Do you think your mother would give me some dinner?"
+
+"I guess she would. Mam's real accommodatin'."
+
+"Will you ask her?"
+
+"Yes; just come along of me."
+
+He turned into the yard, and followed a narrow path to the back door.
+
+"I'll stay here while you ask," said Carl.
+
+The boy entered the house, and came out after a brief absence.
+
+"Mam says you're to come in," he said.
+
+Carl, glad at heart, and feeling quite prepared to eat fifty cents'
+worth of dinner, followed the boy inside.
+
+A pleasant-looking, matronly woman, plainly but neatly attired, came
+forward to greet him.
+
+"Nat says you would like to get some dinner," she said.
+
+"Yes," answered Carl. "I hope you'll excuse my applying to you, but your
+son tells me there is no hotel near by."
+
+"The nearest one is three miles away from here."
+
+"I don't think I can hold out so long," said Carl, smiling.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Your mother's a fine cook!" said Carl, between two mouthfuls.
+
+"Ain't she, though?" answered Nat, his mouth full of pie.
+
+When Carl rose from the table he feared that he had eaten more than his
+little stock of money would pay for.
+
+"How much will it be, Mrs. Sweetser?" he asked.
+
+"Oh, you're quite welcome to all you've had," said the good woman,
+cheerily. "It's plain farmer's fare."
+
+"I never tasted a better dinner," said Carl.
+
+Mrs. Sweetser seemed pleased with the compliment to her cooking.
+
+"Come again when you are passing this way," she said. "You will always
+be welcome to a dinner."
+
+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:
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+THE ARCHERY PRIZE.
+
+
+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.
+
+"Do I look like a banker?" he asked, humorously. "Why do you want to rob
+a boy?"
+
+"The way you're togged out, you must have something," growled the tramp,
+"and I haven't got a penny."
+
+"Your business doesn't seem to pay, then?"
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"You won't take all my money, will you?" he said, earnestly.
+
+"How much have you got?" asked the tramp, pricking up his ears.
+
+Carl, with apparent reluctance, drew out the ten-dollar bill.
+
+The tramp's face lighted up.
+
+"Is your name Vanderbilt?" he asked. "I didn't expect to make such a
+haul."
+
+"Can't you give me back a dollar out of it? I don't want to lose all I
+have."
+
+"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."
+
+"Or into one," thought Carl.
+
+The tramp straightened up, buttoned his dilapidated coat, and walked off
+with the consciousness of being a capitalist.
+
+Carl watched him with a smile.
+
+"I hope I won't meet him after he has discovered that the bill is a
+counterfeit," he said to himself.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Carl stopped to rest and look on.
+
+"What's going on here?" he asked of a boy who was sitting on the fence.
+
+"It's a meeting of the athletic association," said the boy.
+
+"What are they doing?"
+
+"They try for prizes in jumping, vaulting, archery and so on."
+
+This interested Carl, who excelled in all manly exercises.
+
+"I suppose I may stay and look on?" he said, inquiringly.
+
+"Why, of course. Jump over the fence and I'll go round with you."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+Several boys came forward and paid the entrance fee.
+
+"Would you like to compete?" asked Edward Downie, the boy whose
+acquaintance Carl had made.
+
+"I am an outsider," said Carl. "I don't belong to the association."
+
+"I'll speak to the president, if you like."
+
+"I don't want to intrude."
+
+"It won't be considered an intrusion. You pay the entrance fee and take
+your chances."
+
+Edward went to the president and spoke to him in a low voice. The result
+was that he advanced to Carl, and said, courteously:
+
+"If you would like to enter into our games, you are quite at liberty to
+do so."
+
+"Thank you," responded Carl. "I have had a little practice in archery,
+and will enter my name for that prize."
+
+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.
+
+"The prize is mine if none of you do better than that," laughed Victor,
+good-naturedly.
+
+"I hope not, for the credit of the club," said the president. "Mr.
+Crawford, will you shoot next?"
+
+"I would prefer to be the last," said Carl, modestly.
+
+"John Livermore, your turn now."
+
+John came a little nearer than his predecessor, but did not distinguish
+himself.
+
+"If that is a specimen of the skill of the clubmen," thought Carl, "my
+chance is a good one."
+
+Next came Frank Stockton, whose arrow stuck only three inches from the
+center of the target.
+
+"Good for Fred!" cried Edward Downie. "Just wait till you see me shoot!"
+
+"Are you a dangerous rival?" asked Carl, smiling.
+
+"I can hit a barn door if I am only near enough," replied Edward.
+
+"Edward Downie!" called the president.
+
+Edward took his bow and advanced to the proper place, bent it, and the
+arrow sped on its way.
+
+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.
+
+"What do you say to that?" asked Edward, triumphantly.
+
+"I think the prize is yours. I had no idea you could shoot like that,"
+said Carl.
+
+"Nor I," rejoined Edward, laughing.
+
+"Carl Crawford!" called the president.
+
+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.
+
+His unusual deliberation, and the fact that he was a stranger,
+excited strong interest, and all eyes followed the arrow with eager
+attentiveness.
+
+There was a sudden shout of irrepressible excitement.
+
+Carl's arrow had struck the bull's-eye and the prize was his.
+
+"Christopher!" exclaimed Edward Downie, "you've beaten me, after all!"
+
+"I'm almost sorry," said Carl, apologetically, but the light in his eyes
+hardly bore out the statement.
+
+"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."
+
+"So am I, but I won't compete; I will leave it to you."
+
+"No, no. I want to win fair."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"I am perfectly satisfied," said Carl; "I ought to be, for I did not
+expect to carry off any."
+
+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.
+
+"My luck seems to have turned," he said to himself, and the thought gave
+him fresh courage.
+
+It was five o'clock when the games were over, and Carl prepared to start
+again on his journey.
+
+"Where are you going to take supper?" asked Downie.
+
+"I--don't--know."
+
+"Come home with me. If you are in no hurry, you may as well stay
+overnight, and go on in the morning."
+
+"Are you sure it won't inconvenience you?"
+
+"Not at all."
+
+"Then I'll accept with thanks."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+AN ODD ACQUAINTANCE.
+
+
+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.
+
+"I wish you good luck, Carl," he said, earnestly. "When you come this
+way again, be sure to stop in and see me."
+
+"I will certainly do so, but I hope I may find employment."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+The little man turned round and smiled pleasantly.
+
+"Thank you. Are you sure it is mine?"
+
+"Yes, sir; it came out with your handkerchief."
+
+"Let me see. So it is mine. I was very careless to put it loose in my
+pocket."
+
+"You were rather careless, sir."
+
+"Of what denomination is it?'
+
+"It is a two-dollar note."
+
+"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."
+
+Carl smiled.
+
+"What makes you think I am not a poor boy?" he said.
+
+"You are well dressed."
+
+"That is true; but all the money I have is a dollar and five cents."
+
+"You know where to get more? You have a good home?"
+
+"I had a home, but now I am thrown on my own exertions," said Carl,
+soberly.
+
+"Dear me! That is bad! If I were better acquainted, I might ask more
+particularly how this happens. Are you an orphan?"
+
+"No, sir; my father is living."
+
+"And your mother is dead?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"Is your father a poor man?"
+
+"No, sir; he is moderately rich."
+
+"Yet you have to fight your own way?"
+
+"Yes, sir. I have a stepmother."
+
+"I see. Are you sure you are not unreasonably prejudiced against your
+stepmother? All stepmothers are not bad or unkind."
+
+"I know that, sir."
+
+"Yours is, I presume?"
+
+"You can judge for yourself."
+
+Carl recited some incidents in his experience with his stepmother. The
+stranger listened with evident interest.
+
+"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."
+
+"I am glad you think that, sir. I have begun to wonder whether I have
+not acted rashly."
+
+"In undertaking to support yourself?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"How old are you?"
+
+"Sixteen."
+
+"At fourteen I was obliged to undertake what you have now before you."
+
+"To support yourself?"
+
+"Yes; I was left an orphan at fourteen, with no money left me by my poor
+father, and no relatives who could help me."
+
+"How did you make out, sir?" asked Carl, feeling very much interested.
+
+"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."
+
+"I am very much encouraged by what you tell me, sir."
+
+"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.
+
+"Yes, sir; I expect to rough it, but if I could only get a situation, at
+no matter what income, I should feel encouraged."
+
+"You have earned no money yet?"
+
+"Yes, sir; I earned a dollar yesterday."
+
+"At what kind of work?"
+
+"Archery."
+
+The little man looked surprised.
+
+"Is that a business?" he asked, curiously.
+
+"I'll explain how it was," and Carl told about the contest.
+
+"So you hit the mark?" said the little man, significantly.
+
+Somehow, there was something in the little man's tone that put new
+courage into Carl, and incited him to fresh effort.
+
+"I wonder, sir," he said, after a pause, "that you should be walking,
+when you can well afford to ride."
+
+The little man smiled.
+
+"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."
+
+"Are you in business near here, sir?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Thank you, sir."
+
+"There is my card," and the little man took out a business card, reading
+thus:
+
+HENRY JENNINGS, FURNITURE WAREHOUSE, MILFORD.
+
+
+"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."
+
+"Yes, sir, I see. Do you employ many persons in your establishment?"
+
+"About thirty."
+
+"Do you think you could make room for me?"
+
+"Do you think you would like the business?"
+
+"I am prepared to like any business in which I can make a living."
+
+"That is right. That is the way to look at it. Let me think."
+
+For two minutes Mr. Jennings seemed to be plunged in thought. Then he
+turned and smiled encouragingly.
+
+"You can come home with me," he said, "and I will consider the matter."
+
+"Thank you, sir," said Carl, gladly.
+
+"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."
+
+"Thank you, sir."
+
+"After walking half a mile, if I have not overtaken you, you may sit
+down under a tree and wait for me."
+
+"All right, sir."
+
+"Before I leave you I will tell you a secret."
+
+"What is it, sir?"
+
+"The two dollars you picked up, I dropped on purpose."
+
+"On purpose?" asked Carl, in amazement.
+
+"Yes; I wanted to try you, to see if you were honest."
+
+"Then you had noticed me?"
+
+"Yes. I liked your appearance, but I wanted to test you."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+AN UNEQUAL CONTEST.
+
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+It was the tramp who the day before had compelled him to surrender the
+ten-dollar bill.
+
+The ill-looking fellow glanced up, and when his gaze rested upon Carl,
+his face beamed with savage joy.
+
+"So it's you, is it?" he said, rising from his seat.
+
+"Yes," answered Carl, doubtfully.
+
+"Do you remember me?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"I have cause to remember you, my chicken. That was a mean trick you
+played upon me," and he nodded his head significantly.
+
+"I should think it was you that played the trick on me."
+
+"How do you make that out?" growled the tramp.
+
+"You took my money."
+
+"So I did, and much good it did me."
+
+Carl was silent.
+
+"You know why, don't you?"
+
+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.
+
+"You knew that the bill was counterfeit, didn't you?" demanded the
+tramp, fiercely.
+
+"I was told so at the hotel where I offered it in payment for my bill."
+
+"Yet you passed it on me!"
+
+"I didn't pass it on you. You took it from me," retorted Carl, with
+spirit.
+
+"That makes no difference."
+
+"I think it does. I wouldn't have offered it to anyone in payment of an
+honest bill."
+
+"Humph! you thought because I was poor and unfortunate you could pass it
+off on me!"
+
+This seemed so grotesque that Carl found it difficult not to laugh.
+
+"Do you know it nearly got me into trouble?" went on the tramp.
+
+"How was that?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"It was passed on me by a man I was traveling with."
+
+"How much other money have you got?" asked the tramp.
+
+"Very little."
+
+"Give it to me, whatever it is."
+
+This was a little too much for Carl's patience.
+
+"I have no money to spare," he said, shortly.
+
+"Say that over again!" said the tramp, menacingly.
+
+"If you don't understand me, I will. I have no money to spare."
+
+"You'll spare it to me, I reckon."
+
+"Look here," said Carl, slowly backing. "You've robbed me of ten
+dollars. You'll have to be satisfied with that."
+
+"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."
+
+"Why don't you work for a living? You are a strong, able-bodied man."
+
+"You'll find I am if you give me any more of your palaver."
+
+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.
+
+"Ah, that's your game, is it?" growled the tramp. "You needn't expect to
+escape, for I'll overhaul you in two minutes."
+
+So Carl ran, and his rough acquaintance ran after him.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+He dodged dexterously, and in trying to do the same the tramp nearly
+fell to the ground. Naturally, this did not sweeten his temper.
+
+"I'll half murder you when I get hold of you," he growled, in a tone
+that bodied ill for Carl.
+
+The latter began to pant, and felt that he could not hold out much
+longer. Should he surrender at discretion?
+
+"If some one would only come along," was his inward aspiration. "This
+man will take my money and beat me, too."
+
+As if in reply to his fervent prayer the small figure of Mr. Jennings
+appeared suddenly, rounding a curve in the road.
+
+"Save me, save me, Mr. Jennings!" cried Carl, running up to the little
+man for protection.
+
+"What is the matter? Who is this fellow?" asked Mr. Jennings, in a deep
+voice for so small a man.
+
+"That tramp wants to rob me."
+
+"Don't trouble yourself! He won't do it," said Jennings, calmly.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+CARL ARRIVES IN MILFORD.
+
+
+The tramp stopped short, and eyed Carl's small defender, first with
+curious surprise, and then with derision.
+
+"Out of my way, you midget!" he cried, "or 'll hurt you."
+
+"Try it!" said the little man, showing no sign of fear.
+
+"Why, you're no bigger than a kid. I can upset you with one finger."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"I'm going to crush you, you mannikin!" he threatened.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"What is the matter, Mr. Jennings?" asked the sheriff, respectfully, for
+the little man was a person of importance in that vicinity.
+
+"That gentleman is trying to extort a forced loan, Mr. Cunningham."
+
+"Ha! a footpad?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+The sheriff sprang to the side of the tramp, who was trying to rise, and
+in a trice his wrists were confined by handcuffs.
+
+"I think I know you, Mike Frost," he said. "You are up to your old
+tricks. When did you come out of Sing Sing?"
+
+"Three weeks since," answered the tramp, sullenly.
+
+"They want you back there. Come along with me!"
+
+He was assisted into the buggy, and spent that night in the lockup.
+
+"Did he take anything from you, Carl?" asked Mr. Jennings.
+
+"No, sir; but I was in considerable danger. How strong you are!" he
+added, admiringly.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Then I shall be left alone," thought Carl regretfully.
+
+Just then a man overtook them in a carriage.
+
+He greeted Mr. Jennings respectfully.
+
+"Are you out for a long walk?" he said.
+
+"Yes, but I find time is passing too rapidly with me. Are you going to
+Milford?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"Can you take two passengers?"
+
+"You and the boy?"
+
+"Yes; of course I will see that you don't lose by it."
+
+"I ought not to charge you anything, Mr. Jennings. Several times you
+have done me favors."
+
+"And I hope to again, but this is business. If a dollar will pay you,
+the boy and I will ride with you."
+
+"It will be so much gain, as I don't go out of my way."
+
+"You can take the back seat, Carl," said Mr. Jennings. "I will sit with
+Mr. Leach."
+
+They were soon seated and on their way.
+
+"Relative of yours, Mr. Jennings?" asked Leach, with a backward glance
+at Carl.
+
+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.
+
+"No; a young friend," answered Jennings, briefly.
+
+"Goin' to visit you?"
+
+"Yes, I think he will stay with me for a time."
+
+Then the conversation touched upon Milford matters in which at present
+Carl was not interested.
+
+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.
+
+"Is this Milford, Mr. Jennings?" asked Carl.
+
+"Yes," answered the little man, turning with a pleasant smile.
+
+"How large is it?"
+
+"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."
+
+"And it to you, Mr. Jennings," put in the driver.
+
+"That is pleasant to hear," said Jennings, with a smile.
+
+"It is true. There are few people here whom you have not befriended."
+
+"That is what we are here for, is it not?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+He pointed to a three-story structure, a frame building, occupying a
+prominent position.
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"That is my manufactory. What do you think of it?"
+
+"I shouldn't think a town of this size would require so large an
+establishment," answered Carl.
+
+Mr. Jennings laughed.
+
+"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."
+
+"I see, sir."
+
+"Shall I take you to your house, Mr. Jennings?" asked Leach.
+
+"Yes, if you please."
+
+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.
+
+"We have reached our destination, Carl," said Mr. Jennings. "You are
+active. Jump out and I will follow."
+
+Carl needed no second invitation. He sprang from the carriage and went
+forward to help Mr. Jennings out.
+
+"No, thank you, Carl," said the little man. "I am more active than you
+think. Here we are!"
+
+He descended nimbly to the ground, and, drawing a one-dollar bill from
+his pocket, handed it to the driver.
+
+"I don't like to take it, Mr. Jennings," said Mr. Leach.
+
+"Why not? The laborer is worthy of his hire. Now, Carl, let us go into
+the house."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+Mr. JENNINGS AT HOME.
+
+
+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.
+
+"This is a young friend of mine, Hannah," said her master. "Welcome him
+for my sake."
+
+"I am glad to see you," said Hannah, in a voice that was another
+amazement. It was deeper than that of most men.
+
+As she spoke, she held out a large masculine hand, which Carl took, as
+seemed to be expected.
+
+"Thank you," said Carl.
+
+"What am I to call you?" asked Hannah.
+
+"Carl Crawford."
+
+"That's a strange name."
+
+"It is not common, I believe."
+
+"You two will get acquainted by and by," said Mr. Jennings. "The most
+interesting question at present is, when will dinner be ready?"
+
+"In ten minutes," answered Hannah, promptly.
+
+"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.
+
+Hannah disappeared into the kitchen, and Mr. Jennings said: "Come
+upstairs, Carl. I will show you your room."
+
+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.
+
+"I hope you will come to feel at home here," said Mr. Jennings, kindly.
+
+"Thank you, sir. I am sure I shall," Carl responded, gratefully.
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"I wonder what made him hire such a tall woman?" thought Carl. "Being so
+small himself, her size makes him look smaller."
+
+There was a chair at one side, placed for Carl.
+
+"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?"
+
+"Roast beef," answered Hannah in her deep tones.
+
+"There is nothing better."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+Hannah looked pleased at this compliment.
+
+"You are easily pleased, master," she said.
+
+"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."
+
+"You are very kind, sir," said Carl.
+
+"There are not many men who would treat a poor boy so considerately," he
+thought. "He makes me an honored guest."
+
+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.
+
+"He seems to be very popular," thought Carl.
+
+At length they reached the manufactory. Mr. Jennings went into the
+office, followed by Carl.
+
+A slender, dark-complexioned man, about thirty-five years of age, sat on
+a stool at a high desk. He was evidently the bookkeeper.
+
+"Any letters, Mr. Gibbon?" asked Mr. Jennings.
+
+"Yes, sir; here are four."
+
+"Where are they from?"
+
+"From New York, Chicago, Pittsburg and New Haven."
+
+"What do they relate to?"
+
+"Orders. I have handed them to Mr. Potter."
+
+Potter, as Carl afterwards learned, was superintendent of the
+manufactory, and had full charge of practical details.
+
+"Is there anything requiring my personal attention?"
+
+"No, sir; I don't think so."
+
+"By the way, Mr. Gibbon, let me introduce you to a young friend of
+mine--Carl Crawford."
+
+The bookkeeper rapidly scanned Carl's face and figure. It seemed to Carl
+that the scrutiny was not a friendly one.
+
+"I am glad to see you," said Mr. Gibbon, coldly.
+
+"Thank you, sir."
+
+"By the way, Mr. Jennings," said the bookkeeper, "I have a favor to ask
+of you."
+
+"Go on, Mr. Gibbon," rejoined his employer, in a cordial tone.
+
+"Two months since you gave my nephew, Leonard Craig, a place in the
+factory."
+
+"Yes; I remember."
+
+"I don't think the work agrees with him."
+
+"He seemed a strong, healthy boy."
+
+"He has never been used to confinement, and it affects him
+unpleasantly."
+
+"Does he wish to resign his place?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I had not supposed an office boy was needed. Still, if you desire it, I
+will try your nephew in the place."
+
+"Thank you, sir."
+
+"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."
+
+"True, Mr. Jennings, but there are other ways of earning a living."
+
+"Certainly."
+
+"And I thought of giving Leonard evening instruction in bookkeeping."
+
+"That alters the case. Good bookkeepers are always in demand. I have no
+objection to your trying the experiment."
+
+"Thank you, sir."
+
+"Have you mentioned the matter to your nephew?"
+
+"I just suggested that I would ask you, but could not say what answer
+you would give."
+
+"It would have been better not to mention the matter at all till you
+could tell him definitely that he could change his place."
+
+"I don't know but you are right, sir. However, it is all right now."
+
+"Now, Carl," said Mr. Jennings, "I will take you into the workroom."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+CARL GETS A PLACE.
+
+
+"I suppose that is the bookkeeper," said Carl.
+
+"Yes. He has been with me three years. He understands his business well.
+You heard what he said about his nephew?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"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."
+
+"Still, if he takes lessons in bookkeeping----"
+
+Mr. Jennings smiled.
+
+"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."
+
+"I wonder, sir, that you have had a chance to find him out."
+
+"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."
+
+"How much do you pay him, sir, if it is not a secret?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"Yes, sir, if you think I would do."
+
+"I feel quite sure of it. Have you ever done any manual labor?"
+
+"No, sir."
+
+"I suppose you have always been to school."
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"You are a gentleman's son," proceeded Mr. Jennings, eying Carl
+attentively. "How will it suit you to become a working boy?"
+
+"I shall like it," answered Carl, promptly.
+
+"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."
+
+"All I ask, Mr. Jennings, is that you give me a trial."
+
+"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."
+
+"I shall be quite satisfied to take my place in the factory."
+
+"Come in, then, and see your future scene of employment."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"How are you getting on, Leonard?" Mr. Jennings asked.
+
+"Pretty well, sir; but the machinery makes my head ache."
+
+"Your uncle tells me that your employment does not agree with you."
+
+"No, sir; I don't think it does."
+
+"He would like to have you in the office with him. Would you like it,
+also?"
+
+"Yes, sir," answered Leonard, eagerly.
+
+"Very well. You may report for duty at the office to-morrow morning.
+This boy will take your place here."
+
+Leonard eyed Carl curiously, not cordially.
+
+"I hope you'll like it," he said.
+
+"I think I shall."
+
+"You two boys must get acquainted," said Mr. Jennings. "Leonard, this is
+Carl Crawford."
+
+"Glad to know you," said Leonard, coldly.
+
+"I don't think I shall like that boy," thought Carl, as he followed Mr.
+Jennings to another part of the room.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII.
+
+CARL ENTERS THE FACTORY.
+
+
+When they left the factory Mr. Jennings said, with a smile:
+
+"Now you are one of us, Carl. To-morrow you begin work."
+
+"I am glad of it, sir."
+
+"You don't ask what salary you are to get."
+
+"I am willing to leave that to you."
+
+"Suppose we say two dollars a week and board--to begin with."
+
+"That is better than I expected. But where am I to board?"
+
+"At my house, for the present, if that will suit you."
+
+"I shall like it very much, if it won't inconvenience you."
+
+"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."
+
+"No, sir; I should think not," said Carl, with a smile.
+
+"There is one thing you must be prepared for, Carl," said Mr. Jennings,
+after a pause.
+
+"What is that, sir?"
+
+"Your living in my house--I being your employer--may excite jealousy in
+some. I think I know of one who will be jealous."
+
+"Leonard Craig?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I will not, sir."
+
+"Business and friendship ought to be kept apart."
+
+"That is right, sir."
+
+"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."
+
+"All right, sir; I will do so."
+
+He went to the post office, and, buying a postal card, wrote to his
+friend, Gilbert Vance, as follows:
+
+
+"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.
+
+"Carl Crawford."
+
+
+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.
+
+Carl reported for duty the next morning, and, though a novice, soon
+showed that he was not without mechanical skill.
+
+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.
+
+"Good-morning, Leonard," said Carl, pleasantly.
+
+"Good-morning. Have you taken my place in the factory?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Do you think you shall like it?"
+
+"I think I shall, though, of course, it is rather early to form an
+opinion."
+
+"I didn't like it."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"I don't want to grow up a workman. I think I am fit for something
+better."
+
+"Mr. Jennings began as a factory hand."
+
+"I suppose he had a taste for it. I haven't."
+
+"Then you like your present position better?"
+
+"Oh, yes; it's more genteel. How much does Jennings pay you?"
+
+"Two dollars a week and board."
+
+"How is that? Where do you board?"
+
+"With him."
+
+"Oh!" said Leonard, his countenance changing. "So you are a favorite
+with the boss, are you?"
+
+"I don't know. He gave me warning that he should be just as strict with
+me as if we were strangers."
+
+"How long have you known him?"
+
+Carl smiled.
+
+"I met him for the first time yesterday," he answered.
+
+"That's very queer."
+
+"Well, perhaps it is a little singular."
+
+"Are you a poor boy?"
+
+"I have to earn my own living."
+
+"I see. You will grow up a common workman."
+
+"I shall try to rise above it. I am not ashamed of the position, but I
+am ambitious to rise."
+
+"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."
+
+"Then you are right in preparing yourself for such a post."
+
+Here the two boys separated, as they were to dine in different places.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"I think I will buy you a system of bookkeeping," said his uncle, "and
+you can study it in the office."
+
+"Put it off till next week, Uncle Julius. I want to get rested from the
+factory work."
+
+"It seems to me, Leonard, you were born lazy," said his uncle, sharply.
+
+"I don't care to work with my hands."
+
+"Do you care to work at all?"
+
+"I should like to be a bookkeeper."
+
+"Do you know that my work is harder and more exhausting than that of a
+workman in the factory?"
+
+"You don't want to exchange with him, do you?" asked Leonard.
+
+"No."
+
+"That's where I agree with you."
+
+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.
+
+Leonard's fancy was captivated by the brilliant prospect of such a
+prize.
+
+"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!"
+
+He took out his purse, though he knew beforehand that his stock of cash
+consisted only of two dimes and a nickel.
+
+"I wonder if I could borrow a dollar of that boy Carl!" he deliberated.
+"I'll speak to him about it."
+
+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.
+
+Leonard joined him in the street early in the evening, and accosted him
+graciously.
+
+"Where are you going?" he asked.
+
+"Nowhere in particular. I am out for a walk."
+
+"So am I. Shall we walk together?"
+
+"If you like."
+
+After talking on indifferent matters, Leonard said suddenly: "Oh, by the
+way, will you do me a favor?"
+
+"What is it?"
+
+"Lend me a dollar till next week."
+
+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.
+
+"I am afraid it won't be convenient," he answered.
+
+"Does that mean that you haven't got it?" asked Leonard.
+
+"No, I have it, but I am expecting to use it."
+
+"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.
+
+"I would be ashamed to take such interest as that."
+
+"But I have a chance of making a good deal more out of it myself."
+
+"In what way?"
+
+"That is my secret."
+
+"Why don't you borrow it of your uncle?"
+
+"He would ask too many questions. However, I see that you're a miser,
+and I won't trouble you."
+
+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.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII.
+
+LEONARD'S TEMPTATION.
+
+
+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.
+
+So, after turning over the matter in his mind rapidly, he stooped down
+and picked up the wallet.
+
+The man did not move.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+How specious are the arguments of those who seek an excuse for a wrong
+act that will put money in the purse!
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+Leonard flushed painfully, like a criminal detected in a crime, and
+returned the look of inquiry by one of dismay.
+
+"What--you--doing?" inquired the victim of inebriety.
+
+"I--is this your wallet, sir?" stammered Leonard.
+
+"Course it is. What you got it for?"
+
+"I--I saw it on the ground, and was afraid some one would find it, and
+rob you," said Leonard, fluently.
+
+"Somebody did find it," rejoined the man, whose senses seemed coming
+back to him. "How much did you take?"
+
+"I? You don't think I would take any of your money?" said Leonard, in
+virtuous surprise.
+
+"Looked like it! Can't tell who to trust."
+
+"I assure you, I had only just picked it up, and was going to put it
+back in your pocket, sir."
+
+The man, drunk as he was, winked knowingly.
+
+"Smart boy!" he said. "You do it well, ol' fella!"
+
+"But, sir, it is quite true, I assure you. I will count over the money
+before you. Do you know how much you had?"
+
+"Nev' mind. Help me up!"
+
+Leonard stooped over and helped the drunkard to a sitting position.
+
+"Where am I? Where is hotel?"
+
+Leonard answered him.
+
+"Take me to hotel, and I'll give you a dollar."
+
+"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.
+
+"I wish he'd give me five dollars," thought Leonard, but didn't see his
+way clear to make the suggestion.
+
+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.
+
+"How long had you been lying there?" asked Leonard.
+
+"Don't know. I was taken sick," and the inebriate nodded knowingly at
+Leonard, who felt at liberty to laugh, too.
+
+"Do you ever get sick?"
+
+"Not that way," answered Leonard.
+
+"Smart boy! Better off!"
+
+They reached the hotel, and Leonard engaged a room for his companion.
+
+"Has he got money?" asked the landlord, in a low voice.
+
+"Yes," answered Leonard, "he has nearly a hundred dollars. I counted it
+myself."
+
+"That's all right, then," said the landlord. "Here, James, show the
+gentleman up to No. 15."
+
+"Come, too," said the stranger to Leonard.
+
+The latter followed the more readily because he had not yet been paid
+his dollar.
+
+The door of No. 15 was opened, and the two entered.
+
+"I will stay with the gentleman a short time," said Leonard to the boy.
+"If we want anything we will ring."
+
+"All right, sir."
+
+"What's your name?" asked the inebriate, as he sank into a large
+armchair near the window.
+
+"Leonard Craig."
+
+"Never heard the name before."
+
+"What's your name, sir?"
+
+"What you want to know for?" asked the other, cunningly.
+
+"The landlord will want to put it on his book."
+
+"My name? Phil Stark."
+
+"Philip Stark?"
+
+"Yes; who told you?"
+
+It will be seen that Mr. Stark was not yet quite himself.
+
+"You told me yourself."
+
+"So I did--'scuse me."
+
+"Certainly, sir. By the way, you told me you would pay me a dollar for
+bringing you to the hotel."
+
+"So I did. Take it," and Philip Stark passed the wallet to Leonard.
+
+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.
+
+"Thank you, sir," he said, as he slipped the bill into his vest pocket.
+"Do you want some supper?"
+
+"No, I want to sleep."
+
+"Then you had better lie down on the bed. Will you undress?"
+
+"No; too much trouble."
+
+Mr. Stark rose from the armchair, and, lurching round to the bed, flung
+himself on it.
+
+"I suppose you don't want me any longer," said Leonard.
+
+"No. Come round to-morrer."
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"I'll go now," said Leonard, with unusual amiability. "I've had a little
+adventure."
+
+"An adventure! What is it?" Mr. Gibbon asked, with curiosity.
+
+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.
+
+"What was his name?" asked Gibbon, with languid curiosity.
+
+"Phil Stark, he calls himself."
+
+A strange change came over the face of the bookkeeper. There was a
+frightened look in his eyes, and his color faded.
+
+"Phil Stark!" he repeated, in a startled tone.
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"What brings him here?" Gibbon asked himself nervously, but no words
+passed his lips.
+
+"Do you know the name?" asked Leonard, wonderingly.
+
+"I--have heard it before, but--no, I don't think it is the same man."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX.
+
+AN ARTFUL SCHEME.
+
+
+"Does this Mr. Stark intend to remain long in the village!" inquired the
+bookkeeper, in a tone of assumed indifference.
+
+"He didn't say anything on that point," answered Leonard.
+
+"He did not say what business brought him here, I presume?"
+
+"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."
+
+"He wants you to call upon him?"
+
+"Yes, uncle."
+
+"Are you going?"
+
+"Yes; why shouldn't I?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Yes, uncle, I will."
+
+"Uncle Julius seems a good deal interested in this man, considering that
+he is a stranger," thought the boy.
+
+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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"I wouldn't if I had as much money as he probably has."
+
+"Do you often meet the new boy?"
+
+"Carl Crawford?"
+
+"Yes; I see him on the street quite often."
+
+"He lives with Mr. Jennings, I hear."
+
+"So he tells me."
+
+"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."
+
+"She could tuck him under her arm and walk off with him," said Leonard,
+laughing.
+
+"The boy must be artful to have wormed his way into the favor of the
+strange pair. He seems to be a favorite."
+
+"Yes, uncle, I think he is. However, I like my position better than
+his."
+
+"He will learn his business from the beginning. I don't know but it was
+a mistake for you to leave the factory."
+
+"I am not at all sorry for it, uncle."
+
+"Your position doesn't amount to much."
+
+"I am paid just as well as I was when I was in the factory."
+
+"But you are learning nothing."
+
+"You are going to teach me bookkeeping."
+
+"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."
+
+"You have done pretty well, uncle."
+
+"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----"
+
+"You take my wages," said Leonard, bluntly.
+
+"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."
+
+"Of course, I shall, uncle, but there is one other course."
+
+"What is that?"
+
+"I may marry an heiress," suggested Leonard, smiling.
+
+The bookkeeper winced.
+
+"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."
+
+"Did you do it?"
+
+"No; I told him it would not be convenient."
+
+"What became of him?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Did aunt want him to come and live here?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I say so, too, uncle. Do you know whether this boy, Carl Crawford, has
+any father or mother?"
+
+"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."
+
+"How so, uncle?"
+
+"Should there be any good opening for one of your age, I am afraid he
+would get it rather than you."
+
+"I didn't think of that," said Leonard, jealously.
+
+"Living as he does with Mr. Jennings, he will naturally try to
+ingratiate himself with him, and stand first in his esteem."
+
+"That is true. Is Mr. Jennings a rich man, do you think?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I wonder he don't marry."
+
+"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."
+
+"Perhaps he will leave his money to her."
+
+"He is likely to live as long as she."
+
+"She is a good deal longer than he," said Leonard, with a laugh.
+
+The bookkeeper condescended to smile at this joke, though it was not
+very brilliant.
+
+"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."
+
+"Is it too late now?" asked Leonard, eagerly.
+
+"Perhaps not, but the appearance of this new boy on the scene makes your
+chance a good deal smaller."
+
+"I wish we could get rid of him," said Leonard, frowning.
+
+"The only way is to injure him in the estimation of Mr. Jennings."
+
+"I think I know of a way."
+
+"Mention it."
+
+"Here is an advertisement of a lottery," said Leonard, whose plans, in
+view of what his uncle had said, had experienced a change.
+
+"Well?"
+
+"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."
+
+"It is a good idea. It will open the way to a loss of confidence on the
+part of Mr. Jennings."
+
+"I will sit down at your desk and write at once."
+
+Three days later Mr. Jennings handed a letter to Carl after they reached
+home in the evening.
+
+"A letter for you to my care," he explained.
+
+Carl opened it in surprise, and read as follows:
+
+
+"Office Of Gift Enterprise.
+
+"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.
+
+"Yours respectfully, Pitkins & Gamp,
+
+"Agents."
+
+
+Carl looked the picture of astonishment when he read this letter.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX.
+
+REVEALS A MYSTERY.
+
+
+"Please read this letter, Mr. Jennings," said Carl.
+
+His employer took the letter from his hand, and ran his eye over it.
+
+"Do you wish to ask my advice about the investment?" he said, quietly.
+
+"No, sir. I wanted to know how such a letter came to be written to me."
+
+"Didn't you send a letter of inquiry there?"
+
+"No, sir, and I can't understand how these men could have got hold of my
+name."
+
+Mr. Jennings looked thoughtful.
+
+"Some one has probably written in your name," he said, after a pause.
+
+"But who could have done so?"
+
+"If you will leave the letter in my hands, I may be able to obtain some
+information on that point."
+
+"I shall be glad if you can, Mr. Jennings."
+
+"Don't mention to anyone having received such a letter, and if anyone
+broaches the subject, let me know who it is."
+
+"Yes, sir, I will."
+
+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.
+
+"Good-evening, Mr. Jennings," he said, pleasantly. "What can I do for
+you?"
+
+"I want a little information, Mr. Sweetland, though it is doubtful if
+you can give it."
+
+Mr. Sweetland assumed the attitude of attention.
+
+"Do you know if any letter has been posted from this office within a few
+days, addressed to Pitkins & Gamp, Syracuse, New York?"
+
+"Yes; two letters have been handed in bearing this address."
+
+Mr. Jennings was surprised, for he had never thought of two letters.
+
+"Can you tell me who handed them in?" he asked.
+
+"Both were handed in by the same party."
+
+"And that was----"
+
+"A boy in your employ."
+
+Mr. Jennings looked grave. Was it possible that Carl was deceiving him?
+
+"The boy who lives at my house?" he asked, anxiously.
+
+"No; the boy who usually calls for the factory mail. The nephew of your
+bookkeeper I think his name is Leonard Craig."
+
+"Ah, I see," said Mr. Jennings, looking very much relieved. "And you say
+he deposited both letters?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"Do you happen to remember if any other letter like this was received at
+the office?"
+
+Here he displayed the envelope of Carl's letter.
+
+"Yes; one was received, addressed to the name of the one who deposited
+the first letters--Leonard Craig."
+
+"Thank you, Mr. Sweetland. Your information has cleared up a mystery. Be
+kind enough not to mention the matter."
+
+"I will bear your request in mind."
+
+Mr. Jennings bought a supply of stamps, and then left the office.
+
+"Well, Carl," he said, when he re-entered the house, "I have discovered
+who wrote in your name to Pitkins & Gamp."
+
+"Who, sir?" asked Carl, with curiosity.
+
+"Leonard Craig."
+
+"But what could induce him to do it?" said Carl, perplexed.
+
+"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."
+
+"Would you, sir?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Leonard must dislike me," said Carl, thoughtfully.
+
+"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."
+
+"I won't, sir."
+
+The next day Carl met Leonard in the street.
+
+"By the way," said Leonard, "you got a letter yesterday?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"I brought it to the factory with the rest of the mail."
+
+"Thank you."
+
+Leonard looked at him curiously.
+
+"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."
+
+"Do you ever hear from your--friends?" he asked a minute later.
+
+"Not often."
+
+"I thought that letter might be from your home."
+
+"No; it was a letter from Syracuse."
+
+"I remember now, it was postmarked Syracuse. Have you friends there?"
+
+"None that I am aware of."
+
+"Yet you receive letters from there?"
+
+"That was a business letter."
+
+Carl was quietly amused at Leonard's skillful questions, but was
+determined not to give him any light on the subject.
+
+Leonard tried another avenue of attack.
+
+"Oh, dear!" he sighed, "I wish I was rich."
+
+"I shouldn't mind being rich myself," said Carl, with a smile.
+
+"I suppose old Jennings must have a lot of money."
+
+"Mr. Jennings, I presume, is very well off," responded Carl, emphasizing
+the title "Mr."
+
+"If I had his money I wouldn't live in such Quaker style."
+
+"Would you have him give fashionable parties?" asked Carl, smiling.
+
+"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----"
+
+"I don't believe you'd be content to live in Milford, Leonard."
+
+"I don't think I would, either, unless my business were here. I'd go to
+New York every few weeks and see life."
+
+"You may be rich some time, so that you can carry out your wishes."
+
+"Do you know any easy way of getting money?" asked Leonard, pointedly.
+
+"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."
+
+"I can't get anything out of him," thought Leonard. "Well,
+good-evening."
+
+He crossed the street, and joined the man who has already been referred
+to as boarding at the hotel.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+He had questioned Leonard, however, about Mr. Jennings, and whether he
+was supposed to be rich.
+
+Leonard had answered freely that everyone considered him so.
+
+"But he doesn't know how to enjoy his money," he added.
+
+"We should," said Stark, jocularly.
+
+"You bet we would," returned Leonard; and he was quite sincere in his
+boast, as we know from his conversation with Carl.
+
+"By the way," said Stark, on this particular evening, "I never asked you
+about your family, Leonard. I suppose you live with your parents."
+
+"No, sir. They are dead."
+
+"Then whom do you live with?"
+
+"With my uncle," answered Leonard, guardedly.
+
+"Is his name Craig?"
+
+"No."
+
+"What then?"
+
+"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."
+
+Philip Stark wheeled round, and eyed Leonard in blank astonishment.
+
+"Your uncle is Julius Gibbon!" he exclaimed.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Well, I'll be blowed."
+
+"Do you--know my uncle?" asked Leonard, hesitating.
+
+"I rather think I do. Take me round to the house. I want to see him."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI.
+
+AN UNWELCOME GUEST.
+
+
+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.
+
+"How are you, old friend?" said Stark, boisterously. "Funny, isn't it,
+that I should run across your nephew?"
+
+"Very strange!" ejaculated Gibbon, looking the reverse of joyous.
+
+"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."
+
+"Yes, Leonard, you may leave us," added his uncle.
+
+Leonard's curiosity was excited, and he would have been glad to remain,
+but as there was no help for it, he went out.
+
+When they were alone, Stark drew up his chair close, and laid his hand
+familiarly on the bookkeeper's knee.
+
+"I say, Gibbon, do you remember where we last met?"
+
+Gibbon shuddered slightly.
+
+"Yes," he answered, feebly.
+
+"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."
+
+"How did you know I was here?" asked the bookkeeper.
+
+"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.
+
+"What do you mean by that?"
+
+"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!"
+
+"He told me that."
+
+"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."
+
+"Did he acknowledge it? Perhaps you misjudged him."
+
+"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."
+
+Gibbon looked very much annoyed, but there were reasons why he did not
+care to express his chagrin.
+
+"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."
+
+"I wish you had never found it out," thought Gibbon, biting his lip.
+
+"No sooner did I hear it than I posted off at once to call on you."
+
+"So I see."
+
+Stark elevated his eyebrows, and looked amused. He saw that he was not a
+welcome visitor, but for that he cared little.
+
+"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.
+
+"I wish you wouldn't make such references," snapped Gibbon. "They can do
+no good, and might do harm."
+
+"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."
+
+"I hope you are prosperous," said Gibbon, coldly.
+
+"I might be more so. Is there a place vacant in your office?"
+
+"No."
+
+"And if there were, you might not recommend me, eh?"
+
+"There is no need to speak of that. There is no vacancy."
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't see how I can help you," said Gibbon.
+
+"How much salary does Mr. Jennings pay you?"
+
+"A hundred dollars a month," answered the bookkeeper, reluctantly.
+
+"Not bad, in a cheap place like this."
+
+"It takes all I make to pay expenses."
+
+"I remember--you have a wife. I have no such incumbrance."
+
+"There is one question I would like to ask you," said the bookkeeper.
+
+"Fire away, dear boy. Have you an extra cigar?"
+
+"Here is one."
+
+"Thanks. Now I shall be comfortable. Go ahead with your question."
+
+"What brought you to Milford? You didn't know of my being here, you
+say."
+
+"Neither did I. I came on my old business."
+
+"What?"
+
+"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."
+
+"No, no," protested Gibbon in alarm. "Don't think of it."
+
+"Why not?" asked Stark, coolly.
+
+"Because," answered Gibbon, in some agitation, "I might be suspected."
+
+"Well, perhaps you might; but I have got to look out for number one. How
+do you expect me to live?"
+
+"Go somewhere else. There are plenty of other men as rich, and richer,
+where you would not be compromising an old friend."
+
+"It's because I have an old friend in the office that I have thought
+this would be my best opening."
+
+"Surely, man, you don't expect me to betray my employer, and join with
+you in robbing him?"
+
+"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."
+
+"But I've gone out of the business," protested Gibbon.
+
+"I haven't. Come, old boy, I can't let any sentimental scruples
+interfere with so good a stroke of business."
+
+"I won't help you!" said Gibbon, angrily. "You only want to get me into
+trouble."
+
+"You won't help me?" said Stark, with slow deliberation.
+
+"No, I can't honorably. Can't you let me alone?"
+
+"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."
+
+"You'd better give up the idea. It's quite impossible."
+
+"Is it?" asked Stark, with a wicked look. "Then do you know what I will
+do?"
+
+"What will you do?" asked Gibbon, nervously.
+
+"I will call on your employer, and tell him what I know of you."
+
+"You wouldn't do that?" said the bookkeeper, much agitated.
+
+"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."
+
+"Tell me what you want me to do," said Gibbon, desperately.
+
+"Tell me first whether your safe contains much of value."
+
+"We keep a line of deposit with the Milford Bank."
+
+"Do you mean to say that nothing of value is left in the safe
+overnight?" asked Stark, disappointed.
+
+"There is a box of government bonds usually kept there," the bookkeeper
+admitted, reluctantly.
+
+"Ah, that's good!" returned Stark, rubbing his hands. "Do you know how
+much they amount to?"
+
+"I think there are about four thousand dollars."
+
+"Good! We must have those bonds, Gibbon."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII.
+
+MR. STARK IS RECOGNIZED.
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"You've known my uncle a good while," he said, in a tone of assumed
+indifference.
+
+"Yes, a good many years," answered Stark, as he made a carom.
+
+"Were you in business together?"
+
+"Not exactly, but we may be some time," returned Stark, with a
+significant smile.
+
+"Here?"
+
+"Well, that isn't decided."
+
+"Where did you first meet Uncle Julius?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Why don't you ask your uncle that?"
+
+"I did," said Leonard, "but he snapped me up, and told me to mind my own
+business. He is getting terribly cross lately."
+
+"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."
+
+"Don't you ever get riled, Mr. Stark?" asked Leonard, laughing.
+
+"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!"
+
+He glanced meaningly at Leonard, and the boy understood that the words
+conveyed a warning and a menace.
+
+"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.
+
+"No, sir; what makes you ask?" said Gibbon, apologetically.
+
+"Perhaps you need a vacation," suggested Mr. Jennings.
+
+"Oh, no, I think not. Besides, I couldn't be spared."
+
+"I would keep the books myself for a week to favor you."
+
+"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."
+
+"Do so. I know that bookkeeping is a strain upon the mind, more so than
+physical labor."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Among others, Carl had several times seen him walking with Leonard Craig
+
+"Leonard," he asked one day, "who is the gentleman I see you so often
+walking with?"
+
+"It's a man that's boarding at the hotel. I play billiards with him
+sometimes."
+
+"He seems to like Milford."
+
+"I don't know. He's over at our house every evening."
+
+"Is he?" asked Carl, surprised.
+
+"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."
+
+This set Carl to thinking, but something occurred soon afterwards that
+impressed him still more.
+
+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?"
+
+"No, sir."
+
+"Will you carry a note for me to the hotel?"
+
+"Certainly, sir; I shall be glad to do so."
+
+"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?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"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."
+
+"I will, sir."
+
+"Hannah," said Mr. Jennings, as his messenger left with the note, "Carl
+is a pleasant addition to our little household?"
+
+"Yes, indeed he is," responded Hannah, emphatically.
+
+"If he was twice the trouble I'd be glad to have him here."
+
+"He is easy to get along with."
+
+"Surely."
+
+"Yet his stepmother drove him from his father's house."
+
+"She's a wicked trollop, then!" said Hannah, in a deep, stern voice.
+"I'd like to get hold of her, I would."
+
+"What would you do to her?" asked Mr. Jennings, smiling.
+
+"I'd give her a good shaking," answered Hannah.
+
+"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."
+
+"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!"
+
+"I agree with you, Hannah. I hope some time he may see his mistake."
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+"Yes, sir, I will remember."
+
+"Won't you sit down and keep me company a little while?" asked
+Thorndike, who was sociably inclined.
+
+"Thank you, sir," and Carl sat down in a chair beside him.
+
+"Will you have a cigar?"
+
+"No, thank you, sir. I don't smoke."
+
+"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."
+
+"All the more reason for forming good habits, sir."
+
+"Spoken like a philosopher. Are you in the employ of my friend, Mr.
+Jennings?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"Learning the business?"
+
+"That is my present intention."
+
+"If you ever come out to Chicago, call on me, and if you are out of a
+place, I will give you one."
+
+"Are you not a little rash, Mr. Thorndike, to offer me a place when you
+know so little of me?"
+
+"I trust a good deal to looks. I care more for them than for
+recommendations."
+
+At that moment Phil Stark came out of the hotel, and passing them,
+stepped off the piazza into the street.
+
+Mr. Thorndike half rose from his seat, and looked after him.
+
+"Who is that?" he asked, in an exciting whisper.
+
+"A man named Stark, who is boarding at the hotel. Do you know him?"
+
+"Do I know him?" repeated Thorndike. "He is one of the most successful
+burglars in the West."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII.
+
+PREPARING FOR THE BURGLAR.
+
+
+Carl stared at Mr. Thorndike in surprise and dismay.
+
+"A burglar!" he ejaculated.
+
+"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?"
+
+"For two weeks I should think."
+
+"He has some dishonest scheme in his head, I have no doubt. Have you a
+bank in Milford?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"He may have some design upon that."
+
+"He is very intimate with our bookkeeper, so his nephew tells me."
+
+Mr. Thorndike looked startled.
+
+"Ha! I scent danger to my friend, Mr. Jennings. He ought to be
+apprised."
+
+"He shall be, sir," said Carl, firmly.
+
+"Will you see him to-night?"
+
+"Yes, sir; I am not only in his employ, but I live at his house."
+
+"That is well."
+
+"Perhaps I ought to go home at once."
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Do you think the bookkeeper would join in a plot to rob his employer?"
+
+"I don't like him. To me he is always disagreeable, but I would not like
+to say that."
+
+"How long has he been in the employ of Mr. Jennings?"
+
+"As long as two years, I should think."
+
+"You say that this man is intimate with him?"
+
+"Leonard Craig--he is the nephew--says that Mr. Philip Stark is at his
+uncle's house every evening."
+
+"So he calls himself Philip Stark, does he?"
+
+"Isn't that his name?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"Julius Gibbon."
+
+"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."
+
+The two soon reached the house of Mr. Jennings, for the distance was
+only a quarter of a mile.
+
+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.
+
+"You are surprised to see me," said Thorndike. "I came on a very
+important matter."
+
+A look of inquiry came over the face of Mr. Jennings.
+
+"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."
+
+"I think I know whom you mean, a man of moderate height, rather thick
+set, with small, black eyes and a slouch hat."
+
+"Exactly."
+
+"What can you tell me about him?"
+
+Mr. Thorndike repeated the statement he had already made to Carl.
+
+"Do you think our bank is in danger?" asked the manufacturer.
+
+"Perhaps so, but the chief danger threatens you."
+
+Mr. Jennings looked surprised.
+
+"What makes you think so?"
+
+"Because this man appears to be very intimate with your bookkeeper."
+
+"How do you know that?" asked the little man, quickly.
+
+"I refer you to Carl."
+
+"Leonard Craig told me to-night that this man Stark spent every evening
+at his uncle's house."
+
+Mr. Jennings looked troubled.
+
+"I am sorry to hear this," he said. "I dislike to lose confidence in any
+man whom I have trusted."
+
+"Have you noticed anything unusual in the demeanor of your bookkeeper of
+late?" asked Thorndike.
+
+"Yes; he has appeared out of spirits and nervous."
+
+"That would seem to indicate he is conspiring to rob you."
+
+"This very day, noticing the change in him, I offered him a week's
+vacation. He promptly declined to take it."
+
+"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?"
+
+"There are my books, which are of great value to me."
+
+"But not to a thief. Anything else?"
+
+"Yes; I have a tin box containing four thousand dollars in government
+bonds."
+
+"Coupon or registered?"
+
+"Coupon."
+
+"Nothing could be better--for a burglar. What on earth could induce you
+to keep the bonds in your own safe?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Circumstances alter cases. Does anyone know that you have the bonds in
+your safe?"
+
+"My bookkeeper is aware of it."
+
+"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."
+
+"What is your advice?"
+
+"To remove the bonds this very evening," said Thorndike.
+
+"Do you think the danger so pressing?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"I wish you to leave the box in the safe."
+
+"But I understand that you advised me to remove it."
+
+"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."
+
+"Your advice is good, and I will adopt it," said Jennings, "and thank
+you for your valuable and friendly instruction."
+
+"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."
+
+"May I go, too?" asked Carl, eagerly.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Mr. Thorndike returned to the hotel, and Mr. Jennings to his house, but
+Carl asked permission to remain out a while longer.
+
+"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."
+
+"Very well, Carl, but don't stay out too long!" said his employer.
+
+"Suppose I see them entering the office, sir?"
+
+"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."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV.
+
+THE BURGLARY.
+
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+"I will stay here about ten minutes longer. Then, if no one comes, I
+will give it up for tonight."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Presently they came so near that Carl could hear their voices.
+
+"I wish it was over," murmured Gibbon, nervously.
+
+"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."
+
+"You must remember that my reputation is at stake. This night's work may
+undo me."
+
+"My friend, you can afford to take the chances. Haven't I agreed to give
+you half the bonds?"
+
+"I shall be suspected, and shall be obliged to stand my ground, while
+you will disappear from the scene."
+
+"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."
+
+"Well?"
+
+"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."
+
+Phil Stark burst out into a loud guffaw as he uttered these words.
+
+"Hush!" said Gibbon, timidly. "I thought I heard some one moving."
+
+"What a timid fool you are!" muttered Stark, contemptuously. "If I had
+no more pluck, I'd hire myself out to herd cows."
+
+"It's a better business," said Gibbon, bitterly.
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Now they are at the safe," thought Carl.
+
+We, who are privileged, will enter the office and watch the proceedings.
+
+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.
+
+"This is what we want," he said, in a tone of satisfaction. "Have you a
+key that will open it?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then I shall have to take box and all."
+
+"Let us get through as soon as possible," said Gibbon, uneasily.
+
+"You can close the safe, if you want to. There is nothing else worth
+taking?"
+
+"No."
+
+"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."
+
+"Yes, here is one."
+
+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.
+
+"Where will you carry it?" asked Gibbon.
+
+"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."
+
+"That would have been better."
+
+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.
+
+"Well?" he said.
+
+"The safe has been robbed."
+
+"Who did it?" asked the manufacturer, quickly.
+
+"The two we suspected."
+
+"Did you see Mr. Gibbon, then?"
+
+"Yes; he was accompanied by Mr. Stark."
+
+"You saw them enter the factory?"
+
+"Yes, sir; I was crouching behind the stone wall on the other side of
+the road."
+
+"How long were they inside?"
+
+"Not over fifteen minutes--perhaps only ten."
+
+"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?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"Carrying the tin box with them?"
+
+"Yes, sir. Mr. Stark wrapped it in a newspaper after they got outside."
+
+"But you saw the tin box?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Then, if necessary, you can testify to it. I thought it possible that
+Mr. Gibbon might have a key to open it."
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"No, sir. I should like to be within sight when he opens it."
+
+The manufacturer laughed quietly.
+
+"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."
+
+"Do you think I need the lesson?" asked Carl, smiling.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+Mr. Jennings went to the factory at the usual time the next morning.
+
+As he entered the office the bookkeeper approached him pale and excited.
+
+"Mr. Jennings," he said, hurriedly, "I have bad news for you."
+
+"What is it, Mr. Gibbon?"
+
+"When I opened the safe this morning, I discovered that the tin box had
+been stolen."
+
+Mr. Jennings took the news quietly.
+
+"Have you any suspicion who took it?" he asked.
+
+"No, sir. I--I hope the loss is not a heavy one."
+
+"I do not care to make the extent of the loss public. Were there any
+marks of violence? Was the safe broken open?"
+
+"No, sir."
+
+"Singular; is it not?"
+
+"If you will allow me I will join in offering a reward for the discovery
+of the thief. I feel in a measure responsible."
+
+"I will think of your offer, Mr. Gibbon."
+
+"He suspects nothing," thought Gibbon, with a sigh of relief.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV.
+
+STARK'S DISAPPOINTMENT.
+
+
+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.
+
+"I am out late," said Stark, with a smile.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"That is, late for Milford. In the city I never go to bed before
+midnight."
+
+"Have you been out walking?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"You found it rather dark, did you not?"
+
+"It is dark as a pocket."
+
+"You couldn't have found the walk a very pleasant one."
+
+"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."
+
+"I see," answered the clerk, respectfully, for Stark's words led him to
+think that his guest was a man of wealth.
+
+"I wish I was rich enough to be worried by such a cause," he said,
+jokingly.
+
+"I wish you were. Some time I may be able to throw something in your
+way."
+
+"Do you think it would pay me to go to the West?" asked the clerk,
+eagerly.
+
+"I think it quite likely--if you know some one out in that section."
+
+"But I don't know anyone."
+
+"You know me," said Stark, significantly.
+
+"Do you think you could help me to a place, Mr. Stark?"
+
+"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."
+
+"You are very kind, Mr.--I mean Col. Stark," said the clerk, gratefully.
+
+"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."
+
+"So soon?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I couldn't afford to lose ten thousand dollars," said the young man,
+regarding the capitalist before him with deference.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+As he was experimenting he thought with a smile of the night clerk from
+whom he had just parted.
+
+"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."
+
+He took out his wallet, and counted out seven dollars and thirty-eight
+cents.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Thank Heaven, it was but a dream!" he murmured. "I must get up and try
+once more to open the box."
+
+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.
+
+"If Julius Gibbon has played this trick upon me," he said, between his
+set teeth, "he shall repent it--bitterly!"
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVI.
+
+A DISAGREEABLE SURPRISE.
+
+
+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.
+
+He sat at the table but five minutes, for he had little or no appetite.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+"What can he want here at this time?" she asked herself.
+
+She deliberated whether she should go to the door and speak to Stark,
+but decided not to do so.
+
+"He will call at the door if he has anything to say," she reflected.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Where are you going?" asked the bookkeeper, observing the boy's
+movement.
+
+"Mr. Stark is just across the street, and he beckoned for me."
+
+Julius Gibbon flushed painfully, and he trembled with nervous agitation,
+for he feared something had happened.
+
+"Very well, go out, but don't stay long."
+
+Leonard crossed the street and walked up to Stark, who awaited him,
+looking grim and stern.
+
+"Your uncle is inside?" he asked.
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"Tell him I wish to see him at once--on business of importance."
+
+"He's busy," said Leonard. "'He doesn't leave the office in business
+hours."
+
+"Tell him I must see him--do you hear? He'll come fast enough."
+
+"I wonder what it's all about," thought Leonard, whose curiosity was
+naturally excited.
+
+"Wait a minute!" said Stark, as he turned to go. "Is Jennings in?"
+
+"No, sir, he has gone over to the next town."
+
+"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."
+
+"Very well!" he said, aloud, "let your uncle understand that I must see
+him."
+
+Leonard carried in the message. Gibbon made no objection, but took his
+hat and went out, leaving Leonard in charge of the office.
+
+"Well, what is it?" he asked, hurriedly, as he reached Stark. "Is--is
+the box all right?"
+
+"Look here, Gibbon," said Stark, harshly, "have you been playing any of
+your infernal tricks upon me?"
+
+"I don't know what you mean," responded Gibbon, bewildered.
+
+Stark eyed him sharply, but the bookkeeper was evidently sincere.
+
+"Is there anything wrong?" continued the latter.
+
+"Do you mean to tell me you didn't know that wretched box was filled
+with waste paper?"
+
+"You don't mean it?" exclaimed Gibbon, in dismay.
+
+"Yes, I do. I didn't open it till this morning, and in place of
+government bonds, I found only folded slips of newspaper."
+
+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.
+
+"I don't believe you," he said. "You want to keep all the bonds for
+yourself, and cheat me out of my share."
+
+"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."
+
+"I am ready to swear that this has happened without my knowledge," said
+Gibbon, earnestly.
+
+"How, then, could it have occurred?" asked Stark.
+
+"I don't know, upon my honor. Where is the box?"
+
+"I--have disposed of it."
+
+"You should have waited and opened it before me."
+
+"I asked you if you had a key that would open it. I wanted to open it
+last evening in the office."
+
+"True."
+
+"You will see after a while that I was acting on the square. You can
+open it for yourself at your leisure."
+
+"How can I? I don't know where it is."
+
+"Then I can enlighten you," said Stark, maliciously. "When you go home,
+you will find it in a chest in your woodshed."
+
+Gibbon turned pale.
+
+"You don't mean to say you have carried it to my house?" he exclaimed,
+in dismay.
+
+"Yes, I do. I had no further use for it, and thought you had the best
+claim to it."
+
+"But, good heavens! if it is found there I shall be suspected."
+
+"Very probably," answered Stark, coolly. "Take my advice and put it out
+of the way."
+
+"How could you be so inconsiderate?"
+
+"Because I suspected you of playing me a trick."
+
+"I swear to you, I didn't."
+
+"Then somebody has tricked both of us. Has Mr. Jennings discovered the
+disappearance of the box?"
+
+"Yes, I told him."
+
+"When?"
+
+"When he came to the office."
+
+"What did he say?"
+
+"He took the matter coolly. He didn't say much."
+
+"Where is he?"
+
+"Gone to Winchester on business."
+
+"Look here! Do you think he suspects you?"
+
+"I am quite sure not. That is why I told him about the robbery."
+
+"He might suspect me."
+
+"He said nothing about suspecting anybody."
+
+"Do you think he removed the bonds and substituted paper?"
+
+"I don't think so."
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't see how I can, Stark."
+
+"You must!" said Stark, sternly, "or I will reveal the whole thing.
+Remember, the box is on your premises."
+
+"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?"
+
+"I told you that I wanted to be revenged upon you."
+
+"I wish you had never come to Milford," groaned the bookkeeper.
+
+"I wish I hadn't myself, as things have turned out."
+
+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.
+
+"Arrest those men!" said Jennings, in a quiet tone. "I charge them with
+opening and robbing my safe last night about eleven o'clock."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVII.
+
+BROUGHT TO BAY.
+
+
+Phil Stark made an effort to get away, but the officer was too quick for
+him. In a trice he was handcuffed.
+
+"What is the meaning of this outrage?" demanded Stark, boldly.
+
+"I have already explained," said the manufacturer, quietly.
+
+"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."
+
+Julius Gibbon seemed quite prostrated by his arrest. He felt it
+necessary to say something, and followed the lead of his companion.
+
+"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."
+
+"I should be glad to believe in your innocence," rejoined the
+manufacturer, "but I know more about this matter than you suppose."
+
+"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."
+
+Gibbon eyed his companion in crime distrustfully. He saw that Stark was
+intending to throw him over.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"You--scoundrel!" he hissed between his closed teeth.
+
+"You seem excited," sneered Stark. "Is it possible that you object to
+the search?"
+
+"If the missing box is found on my premises," said Gibbon, in a white
+heat, "it is because you have concealed it there."
+
+Phil Stark shrugged his shoulders.
+
+"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?"
+
+"I must caution you both against saying anything that will compromise
+you," said one of the officers.
+
+"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."
+
+The unhappy bookkeeper saw the coils closing around him.
+
+"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."
+
+"Why did you come round here this morning?" asked Mr. Jennings.
+
+"To ask Mr. Gibbon to repay me ten dollars which he borrowed of me the
+other day," returned Stark, glibly.
+
+"You--liar!" exclaimed Gibbon, angrily.
+
+"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."
+
+Mr. Jennings looked amused. He admired Stark's brazen effrontery.
+
+"What have you to say to this charge, Mr. Gibbon?" he asked.
+
+"Only this, sir, that I was concerned in the burglary."
+
+"He admits it!" said Stark, triumphantly.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Who saw me?" demanded Stark, uneasily.
+
+Carl Crawford came forward and answered this question.
+
+"I did!" he said.
+
+"A likely story! You were in bed and asleep."
+
+"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."
+
+Without waiting for the request, Carl rehearsed some of the talk already
+recorded in a previous chapter.
+
+Phil Stark began to see that things were getting serious for him, but he
+was game to the last.
+
+"I deny it," he said, in a loud voice.
+
+"Do you also deny it, Mr. Gibbon?" asked Mr. Jennings.
+
+"No, sir; I admit it," replied Gibbon, with a triumphant glance at his
+foiled confederate.
+
+"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."
+
+"Then how does it happen, Mr. Stark, that you were confined at the
+Joliet penitentiary for a term of years?"
+
+"Did he tell you this?" snarled Stark, pointing to Gibbon.
+
+"No."
+
+"Who then?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII.
+
+AFTER A YEAR.
+
+
+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.
+
+When the year was up, Mr. Jennings detained him after supper.
+
+"Do you remember what anniversary this is, Carl?" he asked, pleasantly.
+
+"Yes, sir; it is the anniversary of my going into the factory."
+
+"Exactly. How are you satisfied with the year and its work?"
+
+"I have been contented and happy, Mr. Jennings; and I feel that I owe my
+happiness and content to you."
+
+Mr. Jennings looked pleased.
+
+"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."
+
+"Thank you, sir."
+
+"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."
+
+Carl's face glowed with pleasure.
+
+"I believe in being thorough," he said, "and I am interested in every
+department of the business."
+
+"Before you went into the factory you had not done any work."
+
+"No, sir; I had attended school."
+
+"It was not a bad preparation for business, but in some cases it gives a
+boy disinclination for manual labor."
+
+"Yes; I wouldn't care to work with my hands all my life."
+
+"I don't blame you for that. You have qualified yourself for something
+better. How much do I pay you?"
+
+"I began on two dollars a week and my board. At the end of six months
+you kindly advanced me to four dollars."
+
+"I dare say you have found it none too much for your wants."
+
+Carl smiled.
+
+"I have saved forty dollars out of it," he answered.
+
+Mr. Jennings looked pleased.
+
+"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."
+
+"But, sir, shall I earn so much? You are very kind, but I am afraid you
+will be a loser by your liberality."
+
+Mr. Jennings smiled.
+
+"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."
+
+"If you do, sir, I will endeavor to meet your expectations."
+
+"How would you like to take a journey Carl?"
+
+"Very much, sir."
+
+"I think of sending you--to Chicago."
+
+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.
+
+"Do you think I am competent?" he asked, modestly.
+
+"I cannot say positively, but I think so," answered Mr. Jennings.
+
+"Then I shall be delighted to go. Will it be very soon?"
+
+"Yes, very soon. I shall want you to start next Monday."
+
+"I will be ready, sir."
+
+"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."
+
+"Suppose I don't reach that limit?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I will try to be, sir."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"What a delightful evening!" said a voice at his side.
+
+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.
+
+"Yes, it is a beautiful evening," replied Carl, politely.
+
+"And the scenery is quite charming. Have you ever been all the way up
+the river?"
+
+"No, but I hope some day to take a day trip."
+
+"Just so. I am not sure but I prefer the Rhine, with its romantic
+castles and vineclad hills."
+
+"Have you visited Europe, then?" asked Carl.
+
+"Oh, yes, several times. I have a passion for traveling. Our family is
+wealthy, and I have been able to go where I pleased."
+
+"That must be very pleasant."
+
+"It is. My name is Stuyvesant--one of the old Dutch families."
+
+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.
+
+"You don't look like a Dutchman," he said, smiling.
+
+"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?"
+
+"I may go as far as Chicago."
+
+"Is anyone with you?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Perhaps you have friends in Chicago?"
+
+"Not that I am aware of. I am traveling on business."
+
+"Indeed; you are rather young for a business man."
+
+"I am sixteen."
+
+"Well, that cannot exactly be called venerable."
+
+"No, I suppose not."
+
+"By the way, did you succeed in getting a stateroom?"
+
+"Yes, I have a very good one."
+
+"You're in luck, on my word. I was just too late. The man ahead of me
+took the last room."
+
+"You can get a berth, I suppose."
+
+"But that is so common. Really, I should not know how to travel without
+a stateroom. Have you anyone with you?"
+
+"No."
+
+"If you will take me in I will pay the entire expense."
+
+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.
+
+"If it will be an accommodation," he said, "I will let you occupy the
+room with me, Mr. Stuyvesant."
+
+"Will you, indeed! I shall esteem it a very great favor. Where is your
+room?"
+
+"I will show you."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIX.
+
+THE LOST BANK BOOK.
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Carl stepped to the door of his stateroom and called a servant who was
+standing near.
+
+"How long have we been at the pier?" he asked.
+
+"About twenty minutes, sir."
+
+"Did you see my roommate go out?"
+
+"A tall young man in a light overcoat?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Yes, sir. I saw him."
+
+"Did you notice whether he carried a valise in his hand?"
+
+"A gripsack? Yes, sir."
+
+"A small one?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"It was mine."
+
+"You don't say so, sir! And such a respectable-lookin' gemman, sir."
+
+"He may have looked respectable, but he was a thief all the same."
+
+"You don't say? Did he take anything else, sir?"
+
+"He took my pocketbook."
+
+"Well, well! He was a rascal, sure! But maybe it dropped on the floor."
+
+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.
+
+"This is stolen property, too," thought Carl. "I wonder if there is much
+in it."
+
+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.
+
+There was besides this interest credited to the amount of seventy-five
+dollars. The deposits, therefore, made a grand total of $875.
+
+No doubt Mr. Stuyvesant had stolen this book, but had not as yet found
+an opportunity of utilizing it.
+
+"What's dat?" asked the colored servant.
+
+"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."
+
+"Is she an Albany lady, sir?"
+
+"I don't know."
+
+"You might look in the directory."
+
+"So I will. It is a good idea."
+
+"I hope the gemman didn't take all your money, sir."
+
+"No; he didn't even take half of it. I only wish I had been awake when
+the boat got to the dock."
+
+"I would have called you, sir, if you had asked me."
+
+"I am not much used to traveling. I shall know better next time what to
+do."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Large or small?" inquired the clerk.
+
+"Small."
+
+"No. 67. Will you go up now?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"Any baggage?"
+
+"No; I had it stolen on the boat."
+
+The clerk looked a little suspicious.
+
+"We must require pay in advance, then," he said.
+
+"Certainly," answered Carl, pulling out a roll of bills. "I suppose you
+make special terms to commercial travelers?"
+
+"Are you a drummer?"
+
+"Yes. I represent Henry Jennings, of Milford, New York."
+
+"All right, sir. Our usual rates are two dollars a day. To you they will
+be a dollar and a quarter."
+
+"Very well; I will pay you for two days. Is breakfast ready?"
+
+"It is on the table, sir."
+
+"Then I will go in at once. I will go to my room afterwards."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+There was a Rebecca Norris, who was put down as a dressmaker, but that
+was as near as he came to Rachel Norris.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"What can I show you?" he asked.
+
+"You may show me Mr. Norris, if you please," responded Carl, with a
+smile.
+
+"He is in the office," said the clerk, with an answering smile.
+
+Carl entered the office and saw Mr. Norris, a man of middle age,
+partially bald, with a genial, business-like manner.
+
+"Well, young man?" he said, looking at Carl inquiringly.
+
+"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."
+
+Mr. Norris looked surprised.
+
+"What do you want of Rachel Norris?" he asked, abruptly.
+
+"I have a little business with her," answered Carl.
+
+"Of what nature?"
+
+"Excuse me, but I don't care to mention it at present."
+
+"Humph! you are very cautious for a young man, or rather boy."
+
+"Isn't that a good trait, sir?"
+
+"Good, but unusual. Are you a schoolboy?"
+
+"No, sir; I am a drummer."
+
+Mr. Norris put on a pair of glasses and scrutinized Carl more closely.
+
+"I should like to see--just out of curiosity--the man that you travel
+for," he said.
+
+"I will ask him to call whenever he visits Albany. There is his card."
+
+Mr. Norris took it.
+
+"Why, bless my soul!" he exclaimed. "It is Henry Jennings, an old
+schoolmate of mine."
+
+"And a good business man, even if he has sent out such a young drummer."
+
+"I should say so. There must be something in you, or he wouldn't have
+trusted you. How is Jennings?"
+
+"He is well, sir--well and prosperous."
+
+"That is good news. Are you in his employ?"
+
+"Yes, sir. This is the first time I have traveled for him."
+
+"How far are you going?"
+
+"As far as Chicago."
+
+"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."
+
+And he ran hastily to greet a tall, thin lady, wearing a black shawl,
+who at that moment entered the office.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXX.
+
+AN ECCENTRIC WOMAN.
+
+
+Miss Norris dropped into a chair as if she were fatigued.
+
+"Well, Aunt Rachel, how are you feeling this morning?" asked her nephew.
+
+"Out of sorts," was the laconic reply.
+
+"I am very sorry for that. I suppose there is reason for it."
+
+"Yes; I've been robbed."
+
+"Indeed!" said Mr. Norris. "Lost your purse? I wonder more ladies are
+not robbed, carrying their money as carelessly as they do."
+
+"That isn't it. I am always careful, as careful as any man."
+
+"Still you got robbed."
+
+"Yes, but of a bank book."
+
+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.
+
+"What kind of a bank book?" inquired Mr. Norris.
+
+"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----"
+
+"Have you any idea who took it?"
+
+"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."
+
+"That was Stuyvesant," said Carl to himself.
+
+"When did this happen, Aunt Rachel?"
+
+"Three days since."
+
+"Why didn't you do something about it before?"
+
+"I did. I advertised a reward of twenty-five dollars to anyone who would
+restore it to me."
+
+"There was no occasion for that. By giving notice at the bank, they
+would give you a new book after a time."
+
+"I preferred to recover the old one. Besides, I thought I would like to
+know what became of it."
+
+"I can tell you, Miss Norris," said Carl, who thought it time to speak.
+
+Hitherto Miss Norris had not seemed aware of Carl's presence. She turned
+abruptly and surveyed him through her glasses.
+
+"Who are you?" she asked.
+
+This might seem rude, but it was only Miss Rachel's way.
+
+"My name is Carl Crawford."
+
+"Do I know you?"
+
+"No, Miss Norris, but I hope you will."
+
+"Humph! that depends. You say you know what became of my bank book?"
+
+"Yes, Miss Norris."
+
+"Well?"
+
+"It was taken by the young man who sat next to you."
+
+"How do you know?"
+
+"He robbed me last night on the way from New York in a Hudson River
+steamboat."
+
+"That doesn't prove that he robbed me. I was robbed here in this city."
+
+"What do you say to this?" asked Carl, displaying the bank book.
+
+"Bless me! That is my book. Where did you get it?"
+
+Carl told his story briefly, how, on discovering that he had been
+robbed, he explored the stateroom and found the bank book.
+
+"Well, well, I am astonished! And how did you know Mr. Norris was my
+nephew?"
+
+"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."
+
+"You are a smart boy, and a good, honest one," said Miss Norris. "You
+have earned the reward, and shall have it."
+
+"I don't want any reward, Miss Norris," rejoined Carl. "I have had very
+little trouble in finding you."
+
+"That is of no consequence. I offered the reward, and Rachel Norris is a
+woman of her word."
+
+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.
+
+"I don't think I ought to take this money, Miss Norris," said Carl,
+reluctantly.
+
+"Did that rascal rob you, too?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Of how much?"
+
+"Ten dollars in money and some underclothing."
+
+"Very well! This money will go toward making up your loss. You are not
+rich, I take it?"
+
+"Not yet."
+
+"I am, and can afford to give you this money. There, take it."
+
+"Thank you, Miss Norris."
+
+"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."
+
+"I will, Miss Norris."
+
+"Do you live in Albany?"
+
+Carl explained that he was traveling on business, and should leave the
+next day if he could get through.
+
+"How far are you going?"
+
+"To Chicago."
+
+"Can you attend to some business for me there?"
+
+"Yes, if it won't take too long a time."
+
+"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."
+
+Henry Norris smiled, and did as his aunt requested.
+
+"You have considerable confidence in this young man?" he said.
+
+"I have."
+
+"You may be mistaken."
+
+"Rachel Norris is not often mistaken."
+
+"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."
+
+As Carl went out, Miss Norris said: "Henry, that is a remarkable boy."
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"And you will be guided by his report?"
+
+"Probably."
+
+"Aunt Rachel, you are certainly very eccentric."
+
+"I may be, but I am not often deceived."
+
+"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."
+
+"Some boys have more sense than men twice their age."
+
+"You don't mean me, I hope, Aunt Rachel," said Mr. Norris, smiling.
+
+"Indeed, I don't. I shall not flatter you by speaking of you as only
+twice this boy's age."
+
+"I see, Aunt Rachel, there is no getting the better of you."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"I am glad to see you, my young friend," she said, cordially. "You are
+in time."
+
+"I always try to be, Miss Norris."
+
+"It is a good way to begin."
+
+Here a bell rang.
+
+"Supper is ready," she said. "Follow me downstairs."
+
+Carl followed the old lady to the rear room on the lower floor. A small
+table was set in the center of the apartment.
+
+"Take a seat opposite me," said Miss Norris.
+
+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."
+
+The two cats eyed their mistress gravely, and began to purr contentedly.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI.
+
+CARL TAKES SUPPER WITH MISS NORRIS.
+
+
+"This is my family," said Miss Norris, pointing to the cats.
+
+"I like cats," said Carl.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Your stepmother must be an ugly creature?" she said.
+
+"I am afraid I am prejudiced against her," said Carl, "but that is my
+opinion."
+
+"Your father must be very weak to be influenced against his own son by
+such a woman."
+
+Carl winced a little at this outspoken criticism, for he was attached to
+his father in spite of his unjust treatment.
+
+"My father is an invalid," he said, apologetically, "and I think he
+yielded for the sake of peace."
+
+"All the same, he ought not to do it," said Miss Norris. "Do you ever
+expect to live at home again?"
+
+"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."
+
+"If you ever need a home," said Miss Norris, abruptly, "come here. You
+will be welcome."
+
+"Thank you very much," said Carl, gratefully. "It is all the more kind
+in you since you have known me so short a time."
+
+"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."
+
+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:
+
+JOHN FRENCH, BOOTS, SHOES AND RUBBER GOODS, 42a State Street, CHICAGO.
+
+
+"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."
+
+"Won't that be difficult?" asked Carl.
+
+"Are you afraid to undertake anything that is difficult?"
+
+"No," answered Carl, with a smile. "I was only afraid I might not do the
+work satisfactorily."
+
+"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."
+
+"Thank you," said Carl. "I hope my services may be worth compensation."
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"I wish I might for my own sake, but I am afraid it would be too late to
+recover my money and clothing."
+
+At an early hour Carl left the house, promising to write to Miss Norris
+from Chicago.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII.
+
+A STARTLING DISCOVERY.
+
+
+"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."
+
+"Can you give a poor man enough money to buy a cheap meal?" asked a
+plaintive voice.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"I should judge so from your looks," answered Carl.
+
+"Indeed you are right. I was born to ill luck."
+
+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.
+
+"Here is a quarter if that will do you any good," said Carl.
+
+The man clutched at it with avidity.
+
+"Thank you. This will buy me a cup of coffee and a plate of meat, and
+will put new life into me."
+
+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.
+
+On the impulse of the moment--an impulse which he could not
+explain--Carl asked abruptly--"Is your name Cook?"
+
+A look of surprise, almost of stupefaction, appeared on the man's face.
+
+"Who told you my name?" he asked.
+
+"Then your name is Cook?"
+
+"What is your object in asking?" said the man, suspiciously.
+
+"I mean you no harm," returned Carl, "but I have reasons for asking."
+
+"Did you ever see me before?" asked the man.
+
+"No."
+
+"Then what makes you think my name is Cook? It is not written on my
+face, is it?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Then how----"
+
+Carl interrupted him.
+
+"I know a boy named Peter Cook," he said, "who resembles you very
+strongly."
+
+"You know Peter Cook--little Peter?" exclaimed the tramp.
+
+"Yes. Is he a relation of yours?"
+
+"I should think so!" responded Cook, emphatically. "He is my own
+son--that is, if he is a boy of about your age."
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Where is he? Is his mother alive?"
+
+"Your wife!" exclaimed Carl, overwhelmed at the thought.
+
+"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?"
+
+"I think it was."
+
+"Can you tell me where she is?" asked Cook, eagerly.
+
+"Yes, I can."
+
+"Where can I find my wife?" asked Cook, with much eagerness.
+
+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.
+
+"She is married again," he said, watching Cook to see what effect this
+announcement might have upon him.
+
+"I have no objection, I am sure," responded Cook, indifferently. "Did
+she marry well?"
+
+"She married a man in good circumstances."
+
+"She would take good care of that."
+
+"Then you don't intend to reclaim her?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Can this be true?" asked Carl, excited.
+
+"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."
+
+"Are you sure of this?"
+
+"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."
+
+"What did you do?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I do."
+
+"Will you tell me?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I pity him whoever he is," said Cook.
+
+"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."
+
+"The best thing he can do! How long before you return to Albany?"
+
+"A week or ten days."
+
+"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."
+
+"At what price can you obtain board?"
+
+"I know of a decent house where I can obtain board and a small room for
+five dollars a week."
+
+"Here are twelve dollars. This will pay for two weeks' board, and give
+you a small sum besides. What is the address?"
+
+Cook mentioned a number on a street by the river.
+
+Carl took it down in a notebook with which he had provided himself.
+
+"When I return to Albany," he said, "I will call there at once."
+
+"You won't forget me?"
+
+"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!"
+
+"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."
+
+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."
+
+"Thank you for those words," said Cook, earnestly. "They give me new
+hope."
+
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII.
+
+FROM ALBANY TO NIAGARA.
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Not long after his settlement in Milford; Carl had written as follows to
+his father:
+
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+"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,
+
+"Carl."
+
+
+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.
+
+"From whom is your letter, my dear?" she asked, in the soft tone which
+was habitual with her when she addressed her husband.
+
+"The handwriting is Carl's," answered Dr. Crawford, already devouring
+the letter eagerly.
+
+"Oh!" she answered, in a chilly tone. "I have been expecting you would
+hear from him. How much money does he send for?"
+
+"I have not finished the letter." Dr. Crawford continued reading. When
+he had finished he laid it down beside his plate.
+
+"Well?" said his wife, interrogatively. "What does he have to say? Does
+he ask leave to come home?"
+
+"No; he is quite content where he is."
+
+"And where is that?"
+
+"At Milford."
+
+"That is not far away?"
+
+"No; not more than sixty miles."
+
+"Does he ask for money?"
+
+"No; he is employed."
+
+"Where?"
+
+"In a furniture factory."
+
+"Oh, a factory boy."
+
+"Yes; he is learning the business."
+
+"He doesn't seem to be very ambitious," sneered Mrs. Crawford.
+
+"On the contrary, he is looking forward to being in business for himself
+some day."
+
+"On your money--I understand."
+
+"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."
+
+"I hope he will find him more agreeable than I did," said Mrs. Crawford,
+sharply.
+
+"Are you quite sure that you always treated Carl considerately, my
+dear?"
+
+"I didn't flatter or fondle him, if that is what you mean. I treated him
+as well as he could expect."
+
+"Did you treat him as well as Peter, for example?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I hope you will continue to find him a comfort, my dear," said Dr.
+Crawford, meekly.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+When Peter heard his mother's encomium upon him, he laughed in his
+sleeve.
+
+"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."
+
+"Is Carl's letter private?" asked Mrs. Crawford, after a pause.
+
+"I--I think he would rather I didn't show it," returned her husband,
+remembering the allusion made by Carl to his stepmother.
+
+"Oh, well, I am not curious," said Mrs. Crawford, tossing her head.
+
+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.
+
+"'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."
+
+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."
+
+She folded up the letter, and replaced it in her husband's desk.
+
+"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."
+
+Dr. Crawford did answer Carl's letter. This is his reply:
+
+
+"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."
+
+
+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.
+
+
+"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,
+
+"Paul Crawford."
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"I will go to bed early," thought Carl, "and get up at six o'clock."
+
+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.
+
+"Good-morning!" he said. "Have you seen the falls yet?"
+
+"I caught a glimpse of them last evening I am going to visit them after
+breakfast."
+
+"There are a good many people staying here just now--some quite noted
+persons, too."
+
+"Indeed!"
+
+"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.
+
+"Does he look different from anyone else?" asked Carl, smiling.
+
+"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."
+
+Carl started at the familiar name.
+
+"Is he tall and slender, with side whiskers, and does he wear
+eyeglasses?" he asked, eagerly.
+
+"Yes; you know him then?" said the other, in surprise.
+
+"Yes," answered Carl, with a smile, "I am slightly acquainted with him.
+I am very anxious to meet him again."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIV.
+
+CARL MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF AN ENGLISH LORD.
+
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Yes, my lord," Carl overheard him say, "I have often thought that
+society in England is far superior to our American society."
+
+"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."
+
+"Really, my lord, such a tribute from a man in your position is most
+gratifying. May I state this on your authority?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Yes, I suppose so. I never thought much about it."
+
+"I should like so much to be a lord. I care little for money."
+
+"Then, by Jove, you are a remarkable man."
+
+"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."
+
+"You'll find it very inconvenient being a lord on a thousand; you might
+as well be a beggar."
+
+"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."
+
+"Your American tailors are high-priced, then?"
+
+"Those that I employ; we have cheap tailors, of course, but I generally
+go to Bell."
+
+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.
+
+"I think a little of going to England in a few months," continued
+Stuyvesant.
+
+"Indeed! You must look me up," said Bedford, carelessly.
+
+"I should, indeed, be delighted," said Stuyvesant, effusively.
+
+"That is, if I am in England. I may be on the Continent, but you can
+inquire for me at my club--the Piccadilly."
+
+"I shall esteem it a great honor, my lord. I have a penchant for good
+society. The lower orders are not attractive to me."
+
+"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."
+
+"Oh, my lord!" expostulated Stuyvesant, deprecatingly. "You don't think
+I would associate with shopkeepers and common tradesmen?"
+
+"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."
+
+"But his name doesn't appear on the sign, I infer."
+
+"No, I think not. Then you are not in business, Mr. Stuyvesant?"
+
+"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."
+
+"You should marry a rich girl."
+
+"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."
+
+"Pounds?"
+
+"Well, no, dollars. I should have said two hundred thousand pounds."
+
+"If the girl is willing, it may be a good plan."
+
+"Thank you, my lord. Your advice is very kind."
+
+"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.
+
+"Yes," said Carl.
+
+"I wish he would introduce me," went on Mr. Atwood.
+
+"I should prefer the introduction of a different man," said Carl.
+
+"Why? He seems to move in good society."
+
+"Without belonging to it."
+
+"Then you know him?"
+
+"Better than I wish I did."
+
+Atwood looked curious.
+
+"I will explain later," said Carl; "now I must go in to breakfast."
+
+"I will go with you."
+
+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.
+
+"If I can find Lord Bedford alone I will put him on his guard," thought
+Carl. "I shall spoil Mr. Stuyvesant's plans."
+
+After breakfast Carl prepared to go down to the falls.
+
+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."
+
+"Yes," answered the Englishman, inquiringly.
+
+"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."
+
+"Is he--what do you know of him?" asked Lord Bedford, laying aside his
+air of indifference.
+
+"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."
+
+"Is this true?" asked the Englishman, in amazement.
+
+"Quite true. He is wearing one of my neckties at this moment."
+
+"The confounded cad!" ejaculated the Englishman, angrily. "I suppose he
+intended to rob me."
+
+"I have no doubt of it. That is why I ventured to put you on your
+guard."
+
+"I am a thousand times obliged to you. Why, the fellow told me he
+belonged to one of the best families in New York."
+
+"If he does, he doesn't do much credit to the family."
+
+"Quite true! Why, he was praising everything English. He evidently
+wanted to gain my confidence."
+
+"May I ask where you met him?" asked Carl.
+
+"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.
+
+"If you are going to the falls, remain with me," he said. "We shall
+enjoy it better in company."
+
+"With pleasure. Let me introduce myself as Carl Crawford. I am traveling
+on business and don't belong to one of the first families."
+
+"I see you will suit me," said the Englishman, smiling.
+
+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.
+
+"Sir!" said the Englishman, in a freezing voice, "I have not the honor
+of knowing you."
+
+Stuyvesant was overwhelmed.
+
+"I--I hope I have not offended you, my lord," he said.
+
+"Sir, I have learned your character from this young man."
+
+This called the attention of Stuyvesant to Carl. He flushed as he
+recognized him.
+
+"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."
+
+Stuyvesant turned away abruptly. He left the valise at the desk, but
+Carl never recovered his money.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXV.
+
+WHAT CARL LEARNED IN CHICAGO.
+
+
+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."
+
+"Glad to know any friend of yours, Mr. Crawford," said the Englishman,
+affably.
+
+"I feel honored by the introduction," said Atwood, bowing profoundly.
+
+"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."
+
+"I have no acquaintance with him, my lord. I saw him just now leaving
+the hotel."
+
+"I am afraid he has gone away with my valise and money," said Carl.
+
+"If you should be inconvenienced, Mr. Crawford," said the nobleman, "my
+purse is at your disposal."
+
+"Thank you very much, Lord Bedford," said Carl, gratefully. "I am glad
+to say I am still fairly well provided with money."
+
+"I was about to make you the same offer, Mr. Crawford," said Atwood.
+
+"Thank you! I appreciate your kindness, even if I'm not obliged to avail
+myself of it."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Thank you, my lord; I will certainly inquire for you there."
+
+"He is a very good fellow, even if he is a lord," thought Carl.
+
+Our young hero was a thorough American, and was disposed to think with
+Robert Burns, that
+
+    "The rank is but the guinea, stamp;
+    The man's the gold for a' that!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Do you live in Chicago?" asked Gray? sociably.
+
+"No; I am from New York State. I am here on business."
+
+"Staying at a hotel?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I shall be free at six o'clock."
+
+"Then come to supper with me."
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Nor would mine," said Carl; "but I am allowed to spend money more
+freely when I am traveling."
+
+"Are you acquainted in New York?" asked Gray.
+
+"I have little or no acquaintance in the city," answered Carl.
+
+"I should be glad to get a position there."
+
+"Are you not satisfied with your present place?"
+
+"I am afraid I shall not long keep it."
+
+"Why not? Do you think you are in any danger of being discharged?"
+
+"It is not that. I am afraid Mr. French will be obliged to give up
+business."
+
+"Why?" asked Carl, with keen interest.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"To what do you attribute Mr. French's embarrassment?" he asked.
+
+"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."
+
+"Perhaps if he were assisted he would be able to keep his head above
+water."
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't think I shall need to inquire any farther," thought Carl. "It
+seems to me Miss Norris had better keep her money."
+
+Before he retired he indited the following letter to his Albany
+employer:
+
+
+Miss Rachel Norris.
+
+"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.
+
+"Yours respectfully,
+
+"Carl Crawford."
+
+
+By return mail Carl received the following note:
+
+
+"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.
+
+"Your friend,
+
+"Rachel Norris."
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"I am glad to see you, Mr. Robinson," he said, offering his hand.
+
+"What! Carl Crawford!" exclaimed Robinson, in amazement. "How came you
+in Chicago? Your father did not tell me you were here."
+
+"He does not know it. I am only here on a business visit. Tell me, Mr.
+Robinson, how is my father?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't care so much for that, Mr. Robinson, as for my father's
+health."
+
+"Carl," said Robinson, significantly, "if such a will is made I don't
+believe your father will live long after it."
+
+"You don't mean that?" said Carl, horror-struck.
+
+"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."
+
+Carl's face grew stern.
+
+"I will save my father," he said, "and defeat my stepmother's wicked
+schemes."
+
+"I pray Heaven you can. There is no time to be lost."
+
+"I shall lose no time, you may be sure. I shall be at Edgewood within a
+week."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXVI.
+
+MAKING A WILL.
+
+
+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.
+
+"My dear," he said one day at the breakfast table, "I have been thinking
+of Carl considerably of late."
+
+"Indeed!" said Mrs. Crawford, coldly.
+
+"I think I should like to have him at home once more."
+
+Mrs. Crawford smiled ominously.
+
+"He is better off where he is," she said, softly.
+
+"But he is my only son, and I never see him," pleaded her husband.
+
+"You know very well, Dr. Crawford," rejoined his wife, "that your son
+only made trouble in the house while he was here."
+
+"Yet it seems hard that he should be driven from his father's home, and
+forced to take refuge among strangers."
+
+"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."
+
+"The house seems very lonely without him," went on Dr. Crawford, who was
+too wise to get into an argument with his wife.
+
+"It certainly is more quiet. As for company, Peter is still here, and
+would at any time stay with you."
+
+Peter did not relish this suggestion, and did not indorse it.
+
+"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.
+
+"I suppose I need not speak of myself. You know that you can always call
+upon me."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+Mrs. Crawford regarded her husband with uneasiness.
+
+"Do you mean that you think you are in any danger?" she asked.
+
+"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."
+
+Mrs. Crawford drew out her handkerchief, and proceeded to wipe her
+tearless eyes.
+
+"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?"
+
+"My dear, you must expect to survive me. You are younger than I, and
+much stronger."
+
+"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."
+
+"Surely I would not fail to provide for you."
+
+Mrs. Crawford shook her head.
+
+"I am sure of your kind intentions, my husband," she said, "but they
+will not avail unless you provide for me in your will."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"No, I don't misjudge you. I ought to have thought of it before."
+
+"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."
+
+"All that you say is wise and reasonable," answered her husband,
+wearily. "I will attend to the matter to-morrow."
+
+The next day Mrs. Crawford came into her husband's presence with a sheet
+of legal cap.
+
+"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."
+
+Dr. Crawford looked surprised.
+
+"Where did you learn to write a will?" he asked.
+
+"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."
+
+"I see. Will you read what you have prepared?"
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Yes, that seems only fair. You do not mention Peter. I ought to do
+something for him."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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?"
+
+"It will be well."
+
+Two near neighbors were sent for and witnessed Dr. Crawford's signature
+to the will.
+
+There was a strangely triumphant look in Mrs. Crawford's eyes as she
+took the document after it had been duly executed.
+
+"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."
+
+"Yes; I shall be glad to have you do so. I rejoice that it is off my
+mind."
+
+"You won't think me mercenary, my dear husband, or indifferent to your
+life?"
+
+"No; why should I?"
+
+"Then I am satisfied."
+
+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.
+
+"At last!" she said to herself. "I am secure, and have compassed what I
+have labored for so long."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+She called the next day on the family physician, and with apparent
+solicitude asked his opinion of Dr. Crawford's health.
+
+"He is all I have," she said, pathetically, "all except my dear Peter.
+Tell me what you think of his chances of continued life."
+
+"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."
+
+Mrs. Crawford listened attentively.
+
+"I will do my best," she said, "since so much depends on it."
+
+When she returned home it was with a settled purpose in her heart.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXVII.
+
+PETER LETS OUT A SECRET.
+
+
+"Can you direct me to the house of Dr. Crawford?" asked a stranger.
+
+The inquiry was addressed to Peter Cook in front of the hotel in
+Edgewood Center.
+
+"Yes, sir; he is my stepfather!"
+
+"Indeed! I did not know that my old friend was married again. You say
+you are his stepson?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"He has an own son, about your age, I should judge."
+
+"That's Carl! he is a little older than me."
+
+"Is he at home?"
+
+"No," answered Peter, pursing up his lips.
+
+"Is he absent at boarding school?"
+
+"No; he's left home."
+
+"Indeed!" ejaculated the stranger, in surprise. "How is that?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I see," returned the stranger, and he eyed Peter curiously. "What did
+his father say to his leaving home?" he asked.
+
+"Oh, he always does as ma wishes."
+
+"Was Carl willing to leave home?"
+
+"Yes; he said he would rather go than obey ma."
+
+"I suppose he receives an allowance from his father?"
+
+"No; he wanted one, but ma put her foot down and said he shouldn't have
+one."
+
+"Your mother seems to be a woman of considerable firmness."
+
+"You bet, she's firm. She don't allow no boy to boss her."
+
+"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."
+
+"How did you and Carl get along together?" he asked, aloud.
+
+"We didn't get along at all. He wanted to boss me, and ma and I wouldn't
+have it."
+
+"So the upshot was that he had to leave the house and you remained?"
+
+"Yes, that's the way of it," said Peter, laughing.
+
+"And Carl was actually sent out to earn his own living without help of
+any kind from his father?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"What is he doing?" asked Ashcroft, in some excitement. "Good heavens!
+he may have suffered from hunger."
+
+"Are you a friend of his?" asked Peter, sharply.
+
+"I am a friend of anyone who requires a friend."
+
+"Carl is getting along well enough. He is at work in some factory in
+Milford, and gets a living."
+
+"Hasn't he been back since he first left home?"
+
+"No."
+
+"How long ago is that?"
+
+"Oh, 'bout a year," answered Peter, carelessly.
+
+"How is Dr. Crawford? Is he in good health?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Why, this seems to be a conspiracy!" thought Ashcroft. "I'd give
+something to see that will."
+
+"I suppose he will provide for you and your mother handsomely?"
+
+"Yes; ma said she was to have control of the property. I guess Carl will
+have to stand round if he expects any favors."
+
+"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."
+
+"There's the house," said Peter, pointing it out.
+
+"Do you think Dr. Crawford is at home?"
+
+"Oh, yes, he doesn't go out much. Ma is away this afternoon. She's at
+the sewing circle, I think."
+
+"Thank you for serving as my guide," said Ashcroft. "There's a little
+acknowledgment which I hope will be of service to you."
+
+He offered a half dollar to Peter, who accepted it joyfully and was
+profuse in his thanks.
+
+"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."
+
+"Just follow me, then," said Peter, and he led the way into the
+sitting-room.
+
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXVIII.
+
+Dr. CRAWFORD IS TAKEN TO TASK.
+
+
+After the first greetings, Reuben Ashcroft noticed with pain the fragile
+look of his friend.
+
+"Are you well?" he asked
+
+"I am not very strong," said Dr. Crawford, smiling faintly, "but Mrs.
+Crawford takes good care of me."
+
+"And Carl, too--he is no doubt a comfort to you?"
+
+Dr. Crawford flushed painfully.
+
+"Carl has been away from home for a year, he said, with an effort.
+
+"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.'
+
+"The fact is, Carl and Mrs. Crawford didn't hit it off very well."
+
+"And you took sides against your own son, said Ashcroft, indignantly.
+
+"I begin to think I was wrong, Reuben. You don't know how I have missed
+the boy.
+
+"Yet you sent him out into the world without a penny."
+
+"How do you know that?" asked Dr. Crawford quickly.
+
+"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."
+
+Dr. Crawford looked annoyed and blushed with shame.
+
+"Did he say that?" he asked.
+
+"Yes; he said his mother would not allow you to help Carl."
+
+"He--misunderstood."
+
+"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."
+
+"I told her I didn't think I should live long."
+
+"And she got you to make a will?"
+
+"Yes; did Peter tell you that?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Who drew up the will?"
+
+"Mrs. Crawford."
+
+"Did you read it?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+Ashcroft looked puzzled.
+
+"I should like to read the will myself," he said, after a pause. "Where
+is it now?"
+
+"Mrs. Crawford has charge of it."
+
+Reuben Ashcroft remained silent, but his mind was busy.
+
+"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."
+
+"How do you happen to be here in Edgewood, Reuben?" asked the doctor.
+
+"I had a little errand in the next town, and could not resist the
+temptation of visiting you."
+
+"You can stay a day or two, can you not?"
+
+"I will, though I had not expected to do so."
+
+"Mrs. Crawford is away this afternoon. She will be back presently, and
+then I will introduce you."
+
+At five o'clock Mrs. Crawford returned, and her husband introduced her
+to his friend.
+
+Ashcroft fixed his eyes upon her searchingly.
+
+"Her face looks strangely familiar," he said to himself. "Where can I
+have seen her?"
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+"Have I not seen you before, Mrs. Crawford?" he asked, abruptly.
+
+"I don't remember you," she answered, slowly. "Probably I resemble some
+one you have met."
+
+"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.
+
+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."
+
+Mrs. Crawford looked startled and annoyed.
+
+"Couldn't you tell him the provisions of it?" she said.
+
+"Yes, but I should like to show him the document."
+
+She turned and went upstairs. She was absent at least ten minutes. When
+she returned she was empty-handed.
+
+"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."
+
+Ashcroft fixed a searching look upon her, that evidently annoyed her.
+
+"I may be able to find it to-morrow," she resumed.
+
+"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."
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And nothing is said of any guardianship on the part of Mrs. Crawford?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I will accept the trust," said Ashcroft, "though I hope it may be many
+years before the necessity arises."
+
+Mrs. Crawford bit her lips, and darted an angry glance at the two
+friends. She foresaw that her plans were threatened with failure.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXIX.
+
+A MAN OF ENERGY.
+
+
+The next morning Ashcroft said to his host: "Paul, let us take a walk to
+the village."
+
+Dr. Crawford put on his hat, and went out with his friend.
+
+"Now, Paul," said Ashcroft, when they were some rods distant from the
+house, "is there a lawyer in Edgewood?"
+
+"Certainly, and a good one."
+
+"Did he indite your will?"
+
+"No; Mrs. Crawford wrote it out. She was at one time copyist for a
+lawyer."
+
+"Take my advice and have another drawn up to-day without mentioning the
+matter to her. She admits having mislaid the one made yesterday."
+
+"It may be a good idea."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"You think I had better not mention the matter to Mrs. Crawford?" he
+said.
+
+"By no means--she might think it was a reflection upon her for
+carelessly mislaying the first."
+
+"True," and the doctor, who was fond of peace, consented to his friend's
+plan.
+
+"By the way," asked Ashcroft, "who was your wife what was her name, I
+mean--before her second marriage?"
+
+"She was a Mrs. Cook."
+
+"Oh, I see," said Ashcroft, and his face lighted up with surprise and
+intelligence.
+
+"What do you see?" inquired Dr. Crawford. "I thought your wife's face
+was familiar. I met her once when she was Mrs. Cook."
+
+"You knew her, then?"
+
+"No, I never exchanged a word with her till I met her under this roof.
+
+"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."
+
+They were sitting in friendly chat after their return from their walk,
+when Mrs. Crawford burst into the room in evident excitement.
+
+"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!"
+
+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.
+
+"Woman!" said Ashcroft, sternly, "I believe you have killed your
+husband!"
+
+"Oh, don't say that! How could I be so imprudent?" said Mrs. Crawford,
+clasping her hands, and counterfeiting distress.
+
+Ashcroft set himself at once to save his friend from the result of the
+shock.
+
+"Leave the room!" he said, sternly, to Mrs. Crawford.
+
+"Why should I? I am his wife."
+
+"And have sought to be his murderer. You know that he has heart disease.
+Mrs.--Cook, I know more about you than you suppose."
+
+Mrs. Crawford's color receded.
+
+"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.
+
+"You here?" she said, frigidly.
+
+"What is the matter with my father?" asked Carl.
+
+"Are you Carl?" said Ashcroft, quickly.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Your father has had a shock. I think I can soon bring him to."
+
+A few minutes later Dr. Crawford opened his eyes.
+
+"Are you feeling better, Paul?" asked Ashcroft, anxiously.
+
+"Didn't I hear something about Carl--something terrible?"
+
+"Carl is alive and well," said he, soothingly.
+
+"Are you sure of that?" asked Dr. Crawford, in excitement.
+
+"Yes, I have the best evidence of it. Here is Carl himself."
+
+Carl came forward and was clasped in his father's arms.
+
+"Thank Heaven, you are alive," he said.
+
+"Why should I not be?" asked Carl, bewildered, turning to Ashcroft.
+
+"Your stepmother had the--let me say imprudence, to tell your father
+that you had been killed on the railroad."
+
+"Where could she have heard such a report?"
+
+"I am not sure that she heard it at all," said Ashcroft, in a low voice.
+"She knew that your father had heart disease."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XL.
+
+CONCLUSION.
+
+
+At this moment Mrs. Crawford re-entered the room.
+
+"What brings you here?" she demanded, coolly, of Carl.
+
+"I came here because this is my father's house, madam."
+
+"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."
+
+"Do you indorse this, father?" asked Carl, turning to Dr. Crawford.
+
+"No!" answered his father, with unwonted energy. "My house will always
+be your home."
+
+"You seem to have changed your mind, Dr. Crawford," sneered his wife.
+
+"Where did you pick up the report of Carl's being killed on the
+railroad?" asked the doctor, sternly.
+
+"Peter heard it in the village," said Mrs. Crawford, carelessly.
+
+"Did it occur to you that the sudden news might injure your husband?"
+asked Ashcroft.
+
+"I spoke too impulsively. I realize too late my imprudence," said Mrs.
+Crawford, coolly. "Have you lost your place?" she asked, addressing
+Carl.
+
+"No. I have just returned from Chicago."
+
+His stepmother looked surprised.
+
+"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."
+
+"Is my presence also unwelcome?" asked Ashcroft.
+
+"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."
+
+"Leaving my old friend to your care?"
+
+"Yes, that will be best."
+
+"Mr. Ashcroft, can I have a few minutes' conversation with you?" asked
+Carl.
+
+"Certainly."
+
+They left the room together, followed by an uneasy and suspicious glance
+from Mrs. Crawford.
+
+Carl hurriedly communicated to his father's friend what he had learned
+about his stepmother.
+
+"Mr. Cook, Peter's father, is just outside," he said. "Shall I call him
+in?"
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+She followed Carl uneasily.
+
+"What is it you want with me, sir?" she asked, frigidly.
+
+"Let me introduce an old acquaintance of yours."
+
+Mr. Cook, whom Mrs. Crawford had not at first observed, came forward.
+She drew back in dismay.
+
+"It is some time since we met, Lucy," said Cook, quietly.
+
+"Do you come here to make trouble?" she muttered, hoarsely.
+
+"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----"
+
+"I obtained a divorce."
+
+"Precisely; I don't care to annul it. I am thankful that you are no
+longer my wife."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Sir, you heard this man say that he has no claim upon me."
+
+"That may be, but I cannot permit my friend to harbor a woman whose
+record is as bad as yours."
+
+"What do you mean?" she demanded, defiantly.
+
+"I mean that you have served a term in prison for larceny."
+
+"It is false," she said, with trembling lips.
+
+"It is true. I visited the prison during your term of confinement, and
+saw you there."
+
+"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."
+
+Mrs. Crawford was silent for a moment. She realized that the battle was
+lost.
+
+"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?"
+
+"I will tell you this evening," said Ashcroft. "One thing I can say
+now--you must not expect to remain in this house."
+
+"I no longer care to do so."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+
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