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DUNCAN'S SECRET </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX — EFFECTING A LOAN </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX — LUKE TALKS WITH A CAPITALIST + </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI — THE DREADED INTERVIEW </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII — LUKE SECURES A NEW FRIEND + </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII — RANDOLPH AND HIS CREDITOR + </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV — A COMMISSION FOR LUKE </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV — MR. J. MADISON COLEMAN </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI — THE OTTAWA HOUSE </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII — COLEMAN ACTS SUSPICIOUSLY + </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII — COLEMAN'S LITTLE PLAN </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX — MR. COLEMAN IS FOILED IN HIS + ATTEMPT </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX — A DISCOVERY </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI — TONY DENTON'S CALL </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII — ON THE WAY TO THE BLACK + HILLS </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII — TWO UNEXPECTED CHAMPIONS + </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV — FENTON'S GULCH </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV — BACK IN GROVETON </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI — A LETTER FROM LUKE </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII — AN INCIDENT ON THE CARS + </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XXXVIII — LUKE'S RETURN </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER XXXIX — HOW LUKE WAS RECEIVED </a> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0040"> CHAPTER XL — THE BANK ROBBER IS FOUND </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h1> + STRUGGLING UPWARD + </h1> + <p> + </p> + <h3> + OR + </h3> + <p> + </p> + <h3> + LUKE LARKIN'S LUCK + </h3> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + By Horatio Alger, Jr. + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER I — THE WATERBURY WATCH + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + One Saturday afternoon in January a lively and animated group of boys were + gathered on the western side of a large pond in the village of Groveton. + Prominent among them was a tall, pleasant-looking young man of twenty-two, + the teacher of the Center Grammar School, Frederic Hooper, A. B., a recent + graduate of Yale College. Evidently there was something of importance on + foot. What it was may be learned from the words of the teacher. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Now, boys," he said, holding in his hand a Waterbury watch, of neat + pattern, "I offer this watch as a prize to the boy who will skate across + the pond and back in the least time. You will all start together, at a + given signal, and make your way to the mark which I have placed at the + western end of the lake, skate around it, and return to this point. Do you + fully understand?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir!" exclaimed the boys, unanimously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Before proceeding, it may be well to refer more particularly to some of + the boys who were to engage in the contest. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + First, in his own estimation, came Randolph Duncan, son of Prince Duncan, + president of the Groveton Bank, and a prominent town official. Prince + Duncan was supposed to be a rich man, and lived in a style quite beyond + that of his neighbors. Randolph was his only son, a boy of sixteen, and + felt that in social position and blue blood he was without a peer in the + village. He was a tall, athletic boy, and disposed to act the part of boss + among the Groveton boys. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Next came a boy similar in age and physical strength, but in other + respects very different from the young aristocrat. This was Luke Larkin, + the son of a carpenter's widow, living on narrow means, and so compelled + to exercise the strictest economy. Luke worked where he could, helping the + farmers in hay-time, and ready to do odd jobs for any one in the village + who desired his services. He filled the position of janitor at the school + which he attended, sweeping out twice a week and making the fires. He had + a pleasant expression, and a bright, resolute look, a warm heart, and a + clear intellect, and was probably, in spite of his poverty, the most + popular boy in Groveton. In this respect he was the opposite of Randolph + Duncan, whose assumption of superiority and desire to "boss" the other + boys prevented him from having any real friends. He had two or three + companions, who flattered him and submitted to his caprices because they + thought it looked well to be on good terms with the young aristocrat. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + These two boys were looked upon as the chief contestants for the prize + offered by their teacher. Opinions differed as to which would win. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think Luke will get the watch," said Fred Acken, a younger boy. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know about that," said Tom Harper. "Randolph skates just as well, + and he has a pair of club skates. His father sent to New York for them + last week. They're beauties, I tell you. Randolph says they cost ten + dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course that gives him the advantage," said Percy Hall. "Look at Luke's + old-fashioned wooden skates! They would be dear at fifty cents!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It's a pity Luke hasn't a better pair," said Harry Wright. "I don't think + the contest is a fair one. Luke ought to have an allowance of twenty rods, + to make up for the difference in skates." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He wouldn't accept it," said Linton Tomkins, the son of a manufacturer in + Groveton, who was an intimate friend of Luke, and preferred to associate + with him, though Randolph had made advances toward intimacy, Linton being + the only boy in the village whom he regarded as his social equal. "I + offered him my club skates, but he said he would take the chances with his + own." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Linton was the only boy who had a pair of skates equal to Randolph's. He, + too, was a contestant, but, being three years younger than Luke and + Randolph, had no expectation of rivaling them. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph had his friends near him, administering the adulation he so much + enjoyed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have no doubt you'll get the watch, Randolph," said Sam Noble. "You're + a better skater any day than Luke Larkin." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course you are!" chimed in Tom Harper. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The young janitor doesn't think so," said Randolph, his lips curling. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, he's conceited enough to think he can beat you, I make no doubt," + said Sam. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "On those old skates, too! They look as if Adam might have used them when + he was a boy!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This sally of Tom's created a laugh. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "His skates are old ones, to be sure," said Randolph, who was + quick-sighted enough to understand that any remark of this kind might dim + the luster of his expected victory. "His skates are old enough, but they + are just as good for skating as mine." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They won't win him the watch, though," said Sam. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't care for the watch myself," said Randolph, loftily. "I've got a + silver one now, and am to have a gold one when I'm eighteen. But I want to + show that I am the best skater. Besides, father has promised me ten + dollars if I win." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wish I had ten dollars," said Sam, enviously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He was the son of the storekeeper, and his father allowed him only ten + cents a week pocket-money, so that ten dollars in his eyes was a colossal + fortune. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have no doubt you would, Sam," said Tom, joyously; "but you couldn't be + trusted with so much money. You'd go down to New York and try to buy out + A. T. Stewart." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you ready, boys?" asked Mr. Hooper. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Most of the boys responded promptly in the affirmative; but Luke, who had + been tightening his straps, said quickly: "I am not ready, Mr. Hooper. My + strap has broken!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Indeed, Luke, I am sorry to hear it," said the teacher, approaching and + examining the fracture. "As matters stand, you can't skate." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph's eyes brightened. Confident as he professed to feel, he knew + that his chances of success would be greatly increased by Luke's + withdrawal from the list. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The prize is yours now," whispered Tom. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It was before," answered Randolph, conceitedly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Poor Luke looked disappointed. He knew that he had at least an even chance + of winning, and he wanted the watch. Several of his friends of his own age + had watches, either silver or Waterbury, and this seemed, in his + circumstances, the only chance of securing one. Now he was apparently + barred out. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It's a pity you shouldn't skate, Luke," said Mr. Hooper, in a tone of + sympathy. "You are one of the best skaters, and had an excellent chance of + winning the prize. Is there any boy willing to lend Luke his skates?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will," said Frank Acken. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My dear boy," said the teacher, "you forget that your feet are several + sizes smaller than Luke's." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think of that," replied Frank, who was only twelve years old. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You may use my skates, Luke," said Linton Tomkins. "I think they will fit + you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Linton was only thirteen, but he was unusually large for his age. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, Linton," said Luke, "but that will keep you out of the + race." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I stand no chance of winning," said Linton, "and I will do my skating + afterward." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't think that fair," said Randolph, with a frown. "Each boy ought to + use his own skates." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There is nothing unfair about it," said the teacher, "except that Luke is + placed at disadvantage in using a pair of skates he is unaccustomed to." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph did not dare gainsay the teacher, but he looked sullen. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Hooper is always favoring that beggar!" he said in a low voice, to + Tom Harper. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course he is!" chimed in the toady. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, Linny," said Luke, regarding his friend + affectionately. "I won't soon forget it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it's all right, Luke," said Linton. "Now go in and win!" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER II — TOM HARPER'S ACCIDENT + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tom Harper and Sam Noble were not wholly disinterested in their + championship of Randolph. They were very ordinary skaters, and stood no + chance of winning the match themselves. They wished Randolph to win, for + each hoped, as he had a silver watch himself already, he might give the + Waterbury to his faithful friend and follower. Nothing in Randolph's + character granted such a hope, for he was by no means generous or + open-handed, but each thought that he might open his heart on this + occasion. Indeed, Tom ventured to hint as much. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose, Randolph," he said, "if you win the watch you will give it to + me?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why should I?" asked Randolph, surveying Tom with a cold glance. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You've got a nice silver watch yourself, you know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I might like to have two watches." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You'll have the ten dollars your father promised you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What if I have? What claim have you on me?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tom drew near and whispered something in Randolph's ear. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'll see about it," said Randolph, nodding. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you ready?" asked the teacher, once more. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Aye, aye!" responded the boys. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "One—two—three—go!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The boys darted off like arrows from a bow. Luke made a late start, but + before they were half across the pond he was even with Randolph, and both + were leading. Randolph looked sidewise, and shut his mouth tight as he saw + his hated rival on equal terms with him and threatening to pass him. It + would be humiliating in the extreme, he thought, to be beaten by such a + boy. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + But beaten he seemed likely to be, for Luke was soon a rod in advance and + slowly gaining. Slowly, for Randolph was really a fine skater and had no + rival except Luke. But Luke was his superior, as seemed likely to be + proved. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Though only these two stood any chance of final success, all the boys kept + up the contest. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + A branch of a tree had been placed at the western end of the pond, and + this was the mark around which the boys were to skate. Luke made the + circuit first, Randolph being about half a dozen rods behind. After him + came the rest of the boys in procession, with one exception. This + exception was Tom Harper, who apparently gave up the contest when half-way + across, and began skating about, here and there, apparently waiting for + his companions to return. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Tom Harper has given up his chance," said Linton to the teacher. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So it seems," replied Mr. Hooper, "but he probably had no expectation of + succeeding." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should think he would have kept on with the rest. I would have done so, + though my chance would have been no better than his." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Indeed, it seemed strange that Tom should have given up so quickly. It + soon appeared that it was not caprice, but that he had an object in view, + and that a very discreditable one. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He waited till the boys were on their way back. By this time Luke was some + eight rods in advance of his leading competitor. Then Tom began to be on + the alert. As Luke came swinging on to victory he suddenly placed himself + in his way. Luke's speed was so great that he could not check himself. He + came into collision with Tom, and in an instant both were prostrate. Tom, + however, got the worst of it. He was thrown violently backward, falling on + the back of his head, and lay stunned and motionless on the ice. Luke fell + over him, but was scarcely hurt at all. He was up again in an instant, and + might still have kept the lead, but instead he got down on his knees + beside Tom and asked anxiously: "Are you much hurt, Tom?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tom didn't immediately answer, but lay breathing heavily, with his eyes + still closed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Randolph, with a smile of triumph, swept on to his now assured + victory. Most of the boys, however, stopped and gathered round Luke and + Tom. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This accident had been watched with interest and surprise from the + starting-point. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Tom must be a good deal hurt," said Linton. "What could possibly have + made him get in Luke's way?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," said the teacher, slowly; "it looks strange." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It almost seemed as if he got in the way on purpose," Linton continued. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is a friend of Randolph Duncan, is he not?" asked the teacher, + abruptly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They are together about all the time." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Ha!" commented the teacher, as if struck by an idea. He didn't, however, + give expression to the thought in his mind. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + A minute more, and Randolph swept into the presence of the teacher. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I believe I have won?" he said, with a smile of gratification on his + countenance. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You have come in first," said the teacher coldly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke was considerably ahead when he ran into Tom," suggested Linton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's not my lookout," said Randolph, shrugging his shoulders. "The + point is that I have come in first." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Tom Harper is a friend of yours, is he not?" asked the teacher. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes!" answered Randolph, indifferently. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He seems to be a good deal hurt. It was very strange that he got in + Luke's way." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So it was," said Randolph, without betraying much interest. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Will you lend me your skates, Randolph?" asked Linton. "I should like to + go out and see if I can help Tom in any way." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + If any other boy than Linton had made the request, Randolph would have + declined, but he wished, if possible, to add Linton to his list of + friends, and graciously consented. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Before Linton could reach the spot, Tom had been assisted to his feet, + and, with a dazed expression, assisted on either side by Luke and Edmund + Blake, was on his way back to the starting-point. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What made you get in my way, Tom?" asked Luke, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," answered Tom, sullenly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you much hurt?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think my skull must be fractured," moaned Tom. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, not so bad as that," said Luke, cheerfully. "I've fallen on my head + myself, but I got over it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You didn't fall as hard as I did," groaned Tom. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I presume not; but heads are hard, and I guess you'll be all right in + a few days." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tom had certainly been severely hurt. There was a swelling on the back of + his head almost as large as a hen's egg. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You've lost the watch, Luke," said Frank Acken. "Randolph has got in + first." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I supposed he would," answered Luke, quietly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And there is Linton Tomkins coming to meet us on Randolph's skates." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Randolph is sitting down on a log taking it easy. What is your loss, + Luke, is his gain." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think he might have come back to inquire after you, Tom, as you are a + friend of his." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tom looked resentfully at Randolph, and marked his complacent look, and it + occurred to him also that the friend he had risked so much to serve was + very ungrateful. But he hoped now, at any rate, to get the watch, and + thought it prudent to say nothing. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The boys had now reached the shore. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Hope you're not much hurt, Tom?" said Randolph, in a tone of mild + interest. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know but my skull is fractured," responded Tom, bitterly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I guess not. It's the fortune of war. Well, I got in first." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph waited for congratulations, but none came. All the boys looked + serious, and more than one suspected that there had been foul play. They + waited for the teacher to speak. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER III — RANDOLPH GETS THE WATCH + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is true," said the teacher, slowly. "Randolph has won the race." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph's face lighted up with exultation. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But it is also evident," continued Mr. Hooper, "that he would not have + succeeded but for the unfortunate collision between Luke Larkin and Tom + Harper." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Here some of Luke's friends brightened up. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know about that," said Randolph. "At any rate, I came in first." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I watched the race closely," said the teacher, "and I have no doubt on + the subject. Luke had so great a lead that he would surely have won the + race." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But he didn't," persisted Randolph, doggedly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He did not, as we all know. It is also clear that had he not stopped to + ascertain the extent of Tom's injuries he still might have won." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's so!" said half a dozen boys. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Therefore I cannot accept the result as indicating the superiority of the + successful contestant." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think I am entitled to the prize," said Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I concede that; but, under the circumstances, I suggest to you that it + would be graceful and proper to waive your claim and try the race over + again." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The boys applauded, with one or two exceptions. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I won't consent to that, Mr. Hooper," said Randolph, frowning. "I've won + the prize fairly and I want it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am quite willing Randolph should have it, sir," said Luke. "I think I + should have won it if I had not stopped with Tom, but that doesn't affect + the matter one way or the other. Randolph came in first, as he says, and I + think he is entitled to the watch." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then," said Mr. Hooper, gravely, "there is nothing more to be said. + Randolph, come forward and receive the prize." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph obeyed with alacrity, and received the Waterbury watch from the + hands of Mr. Hooper. The boys stood in silence and offered no + congratulations. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Now, let me say," said the teacher, "that I cannot understand why there + was any collision at all. Tom Harper, why did you get in Luke's way?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Because I was a fool, sir," answered Tom, smarting from his injuries, and + the evident indifference of Randolph, in whose cause he had incurred them. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That doesn't answer my question. Why did you act like a fool, as you + expressed it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought I could get out of the way in time," stammered Tom, who did not + dare to tell the truth. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You had no other reason?" asked the teacher, searchingly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. What other reason could I have?" said Tom, but his manner + betrayed confusion. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Indeed, I don't know," returned the teacher, quietly. "Your action, + however, spoiled Luke's chances and insured the success of Randolph." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And got me a broken head," muttered Tom, placing his hand upon the + swelling at the back of his head. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, you got the worst of it. I advise you to go home and apply cold + water or any other remedy your mother may suggest." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph had already turned away, meaning to return home. Tom joined him. + Randolph would gladly have dispensed with his company, but had no decent + excuse, as Tom's home lay in the same direction as his. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, Randolph, you've won the watch," said Tom, when they were out of + hearing of the other boys. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Randolph, indifferently. "I don't care so much for that as + for the ten dollars my father is going to give me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's what I thought. You've got another watch, you know—more + valuable." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, what of it?" said Randolph, suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think you might give me the Waterbury. I haven't got any." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why should I give it to you?" answered Randolph, coldly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Because but for me you wouldn't have won it, nor the ten dollars, + neither." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How do you make that out?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The teacher said so himself." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't agree to it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You can't deny it. Luke was seven or eight rods ahead when I got in his + way." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then it was lucky for me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It isn't lucky for me. My head hurts awfully." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'm very sorry, of course." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That won't do me any good. Come, Randolph, give me the watch, like a good + fellow." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, you've got cheek, I must say. I want the watch myself." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And is that all the satisfaction I am to get for my broken head?" + exclaimed Tom, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph was a thoroughly mean boy, who, if he had had a dozen watches, + would have wished to keep them all for himself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I've a great mind to tell Luke and the teacher of the arrangement between + us." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There wasn't any arrangement," said Randolph, sharply. "However, as I'm + really sorry for you, I am willing to give you a quarter. There, now, + don't let me hear any more about the matter." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He drew a silver quarter from his vest pocket and tendered it to Tom. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tom Harper was not a sensitive boy, but his face flushed with indignation + and shame, and he made no offer to take the money. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Keep your quarter, Randolph Duncan," he said scornfully. "I think you're + the meanest specimen of a boy that I ever came across. Any boy is a fool + to be your friend. I don't care to keep company with you any longer." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This to me!" exclaimed Randolph, angrily. "This is the pay I get for + condescending to let you go with me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You needn't condescend any longer," said Tom, curtly, and he crossed to + the other side of the street. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph looked after him rather uneasily. After all, he was sorry to lose + his humble follower. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He'll be coming round in a day or two to ask me to take him back," he + reflected. "I would be willing to give him ten cents more, but as for + giving him the watch, he must think me a fool to part with that." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV — LUKE'S NIGHT ADVENTURE + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry you have lost the watch, Luke," said the teacher, after + Randolph's departure. "You will have to be satisfied with deserving it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am reconciled to the disappointment, sir," answered Luke. "I can get + along for the present without a watch." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, Luke did feel disappointed. He had fully expected to have + the watch to carry home and display to his mother. As it was, he was in no + hurry to go home, but remained for two hours skating with the other boys. + He used his friend Linton's skates, Linton having an engagement which + prevented his remaining. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was five o'clock when Luke entered the little cottage which he called + home. His mother, a pleasant woman of middle age, was spreading the cloth + for supper. She looked up as he entered. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, Luke?" she said inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I haven't brought home the watch, mother," he said. "Randolph Duncan won + it by accident. I will tell you about it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + After he had done so, Mrs. Larkin asked thoughtfully. "Isn't it a little + singular that Tom should have got in your way?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I thought so at the time." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you think there was any arrangement between him and Randolph?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "As you ask me, mother, I am obliged to say that I do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It was a very mean trick!" said Mrs. Larkin, resentfully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it was; but poor Tom was well punished for it. Why, he's got a bunch + on the back of his head almost as large as a hen's egg." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't pity him," said Mrs. Larkin. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I pity him, mother, for I don't believe Randolph will repay him for the + service done him. If Randolph had met with the same accident I am not + prepared to say that I should have pitied him much." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You might have been seriously injured yourself, Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I might, but I wasn't, so I won't take that into consideration. However, + mother, watch or no watch, I've got a good appetite. I shall be ready when + supper is." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke sat down to the table ten minutes afterward and proved his words + good, much to his mother's satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + While he is eating we will say a word about the cottage. It was small, + containing only four rooms, furnished in the plainest fashion. The rooms, + however, were exceedingly neat, and presented an appearance of comfort. + Yet the united income of Mrs. Larkin and Luke was very small. Luke + received a dollar a week for taking care of the schoolhouse, but this + income only lasted forty weeks in the year. Then he did odd jobs for the + neighbors, and picked up perhaps as much more. Mrs. Larkin had some skill + as a dressmaker, but Groveton was a small village, and there was another + in the same line, so that her income from this source probably did not + average more than three dollars a week. This was absolutely all that they + had to live on, though there was no rent to pay; and the reader will not + be surprised to learn that Luke had no money to spend for watches. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you tired, Luke?" asked his mother, after supper. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, mother. Can I do anything for you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have finished a dress for Miss Almira Clark. I suppose she will want to + wear it to church to-morrow. But she lives so far away, I don't like to + ask you to carry it to her." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I don't mind. It won't do me any harm." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You will get tired." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If I do, I shall sleep the better for it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are a good son, Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I ought to be. Haven't I got a good mother?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + So it was arranged. About seven o'clock, after his chores were done—for + there was some wood to saw and split—Luke set out, with the bundle + under his arm, for the house of Miss Clark, a mile and a half away. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was a commonplace errand, that on which Luke had started, but it was + destined to be a very important day in his life. It was to be a + turning-point, and to mark the beginning of a new chapter of experiences. + Was it to be for good or ill? That we are not prepared to reveal. It will + be necessary for the reader to follow his career, step by step, and decide + for himself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Of course, Luke had no thought of this when he set out. To him it had been + a marked day on account of the skating match, but this had turned out a + disappointment. He accomplished his errand, which occupied a considerable + time, and then set out on his return. It was half-past eight, but the moon + had risen and diffused a mild radiance over the landscape. Luke thought he + would shorten his homeward way by taking a path through the woods. It was + not over a quarter of a mile, but would shorten the distance by as much + more. The trees were not close together, so that it was light enough to + see. Luke had nearly reached the edge of the wood, when he overtook a tall + man, a stranger in the neighborhood, who carried in his hand a tin box. + Turning, he eyed Luke sharply. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Boy, what's your name?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke Larkin," our hero answered, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where do you live?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "In the village yonder." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Will you do me a favor?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What is it, sir?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Take this tin box and carry it to your home. Keep it under lock and key + till I call for it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, I can do that. But how shall I know you again?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Take a good look at me, that you may remember me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think I shall know you again, but hadn't you better give me a name?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, perhaps so," answered the other, after a moment's thought. "You may + call me Roland Reed. Will you remember?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am obliged to leave this neighborhood at once, and can't conveniently + carry the box," explained the stranger. "Here's something for your + trouble." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was about to say that he required no money, when it occurred to him + that he had no right to refuse, since money was so scarce at home. He took + the tin box and thrust the bank-bill into his vest pocket. He wondered how + much it was, but it was too dark to distinguish. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Good night!" said Luke, as the stranger turned away. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Good night!" answered his new acquaintance, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + If Luke could have foreseen the immediate consequences of this apparently + simple act, and the position in which it would soon place him, he would + certainly have refused to take charge of the box. And yet in so doing it + might have happened that he had made a mistake. The consequences of even + our simple acts are oftentimes far-reaching and beyond the power of human + wisdom to foreknow. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke thought little of this as, with the box under his arm, he trudged + homeward. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER V — LUKE RECEIVES AN INVITATION + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What have you there, Luke?" asked Mrs. Larkin, as Luke entered the little + sitting-room with the tin box under his arm. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I met a man on my way home, who asked me to keep it for him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you know the man?" asked his mother, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It seems very singular. What did he say?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He said that he was obliged to leave the neighborhood at once, and could + not conveniently carry the box." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you think it contains anything of value?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mother. It is like the boxes rich men have to hold their stocks and + bonds. I was at the bank one day, and saw a gentleman bring in one to + deposit in the safe." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't understand that at all, Luke. You say you did not know this man?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I never met him before." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And, of course, he does not know you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, for he asked my name." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yet he put what may be valuable property in your possession." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think," said Luke, shrewdly, "he had no one else to trust it to. + Besides, a country boy wouldn't be very likely to make use of stocks and + bonds." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, that is true. I suppose the tin box is locked?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mother. The owner—he says his name is Roland Reed—wishes + it put under lock and key." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can lock it up in my trunk, Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think that will be a good idea." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope he will pay you for your trouble when he takes away the tin box." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He has already. I forgot to mention it," and Luke drew from his vest + pocket, the bank-note he had thrust in as soon as received. "Why, it's a + ten-dollar bill!" he exclaimed. "I wonder whether he knew he was giving me + as much?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I presume so, Luke," said his mother, brightening up. "You are in luck!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Take it, mother. You will find a use for it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But, Luke, this money is yours." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, it is yours, for you are going to take care of the box." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was, indeed, quite a windfall, and both mother and son retired to rest + in a cheerful frame of mind, in spite of Luke's failure in the race. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have been thinking, Luke," said his mother, at the breakfast-table, + "that I should like to have you buy a Waterbury watch out of this money. + It will only cost three dollars and a half, and that is only one-third." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, mother, but I can get along without the watch. I cared for it + chiefly because it was to be a prize given to the best skater. All the + boys know that I would have won but for the accident, and that satisfies + me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should like you to have a watch, Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There is another objection, mother. I don't want any one to know about + the box or the money. If it were known that we had so much property in the + house, some attempt might be made to rob us." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is true, Luke. But I hope it won't be long before you have a watch + of your own." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When Luke was walking, after breakfast, he met Randolph Duncan, with a + chain attached to the prize watch ostentatiously displayed on the outside + of his vest. He smiled complacently, and rather triumphantly, when he met + Luke. But Luke looked neither depressed nor angry. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope your watch keeps good time, Randolph," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; it hasn't varied a minute so far. I think it will keep as good time + as my silver watch." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are fortunate to have two watches." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My father has promised me a gold watch when I am eighteen," said + Randolph, pompously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know if I shall have any watch at all when I am eighteen." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, you are a poor boy. It doesn't matter to you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know about that, Randolph. Time is likely to be of as much + importance to a poor boy as to a rich boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, ah! yes, of course, but a poor boy isn't expected to wear a watch." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Here the conversation ended. Luke walked on with an amused smile on his + face. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wonder how it would seem to be as complacent and self-satisfied as + Randolph?" he thought. "On the whole, I would rather be as I am." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Good morning, Luke!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was a girl's voice that addressed him. Looking up, he met the pleasant + glance of Florence Grant, considered by many the prettiest girl in + Groveton. Her mother was a widow in easy circumstances, who had removed + from Chicago three years before, and occupied a handsome cottage nearly + opposite Mr. Duncan's residence. She was a general favorite, not only for + her good looks, but on account of her pleasant manner and sweet + disposition. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Good morning, Florence," said Luke, with an answering smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What a pity you lost the race yesterday!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Randolph doesn't think so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; he is a very selfish boy, I am afraid." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did you see the race?" asked Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, but I heard all about it. If it hadn't been for Tom Harper you would + have won, wouldn't you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "All the boys say so. What could have induced Tom to get in the way?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. It was very foolish, however. He got badly hurt." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Tom is a friend of Randolph," said Florence significantly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Luke; "but I don't think Randolph would stoop to such a + trick as that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You wouldn't, Luke, but Randolph is a different boy. Besides, I hear he + was trying for something else." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I know; his father offered him ten dollars besides." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't see why it is that some fare so much better than others," + remarked Florence, thoughtfully. "The watch and the money would have done + you more good." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So they would, Florence, but I don't complain. I may be better off some + day than I am now." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope you will, Luke," said Florence, cordially. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am very much obliged to you for your good wishes," said Luke, warmly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That reminds me, Luke, next week, Thursday, is my birthday, and I am to + have a little party in the evening. Will you come?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's face flushed with pleasure. Though he knew Florence very well from + their being schoolfellows, he had never visited the house. He properly + regarded the invitation as a compliment, and as a mark of friendship from + one whose good opinion he highly valued. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Florence," he said. "You are very kind, and I shall have great + pleasure in being present. Shall you have many?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "About twenty. Your friend Randolph will be there." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think there will be room for both of us," said Luke, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The young lady bade him good morning and went on her way. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Two days later Luke met Randolph at the dry-goods store in the village. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What are you buying?" asked Randolph, condescendingly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Only a spool of thread for my mother." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am buying a new necktie to wear to Florence Grant's birthday party," + said Randolph, pompously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think I shall have to do the same," said Luke, enjoying the surprise he + saw expressed on Randolph's face. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you going?" demanded Randolph, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you been invited?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is a strange question," answered Luke, indignantly. "Do you think I + would go without an invitation?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really, it will be quite a mixed affair," said Randolph, shrugging his + shoulders. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you think so, why do you go?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't want to disappoint Florence." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke smiled. He was privately of the opinion that the disappointment + wouldn't be intense. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI — PREPARING FOR THE PARTY + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The evening of the party arrived. It was quite a social event at Groveton, + and the young people looked forward to it with pleasant anticipation. + Randolph went so far as to order a new suit for the occasion. He was very + much afraid it would not be ready in time, but he was not to be + disappointed. At five o'clock on Thursday afternoon it was delivered, and + Randolph, when arrayed in it, surveyed himself with great satisfaction. He + had purchased a handsome new necktie, and he reflected with pleasure that + no boy present—not even Linton—would be so handsomely dressed + as himself. He had a high idea of his personal consequence, but he was + also of the opinion that "fine feathers make fine birds," and his suit was + of fine cloth and stylish make. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wonder what the janitor will wear?" he said to himself, with a curl of + the lip. "A pair of overalls, perhaps. They would be very appropriate, + certainly." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This was just the question which was occupying Luke's mind. He did not + value clothes as Randolph did, but he liked to look neat. Truth to tell, + he was not very well off as to wardrobe. He had his every-day suit, which + he wore to school, and a better suit, which he had worn for over a year. + It was of mixed cloth, neat in appearance, though showing signs of wear; + but there was one trouble. During the past year Luke had grown + considerably, and his coat-sleeves were nearly two inches too short, and + the legs of his trousers deficient quite as much. Nevertheless, he dressed + himself, and he, too, surveyed himself, not before a pier-glass, but + before the small mirror in the kitchen. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Don't my clothes look bad, mother?" he asked anxiously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They are neat and clean, Luke," said his mother, hesitatingly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I know; but they are too small." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You have been growing fast in the last year, Luke," said his mother, + looking a little disturbed. "I suppose you are not sorry for that?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Luke, with a smile, "but I wish my coat and trousers had + grown, too." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wish, my dear boy, I could afford to buy you a new suit." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, never mind, mother," said Luke, recovering his cheerfulness. "They + will do for a little while yet. Florence didn't invite me for my clothes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; she is a sensible girl. She values you for other reasons." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope so, mother. Still, when I consider how handsomely Randolph will be + dressed, I can't help thinking that there is considerable difference in + our luck." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Would you be willing to exchange with him, Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There is one thing I wouldn't like to exchange." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And what is that?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't exchange my mother for his," said Luke, kissing the widow + affectionately. "His mother is a cold, proud, disagreeable woman, while I + have the best mother in the world." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Don't talk foolishly, Luke," said Mrs. Larkin; but her face brightened, + and there was a warm feeling in her heart, for it was very pleasant to her + to hear Luke speak of her in this way. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I won't think any more about it, mother," said Luke. "I've got a new + necktie, at any rate, and I will make that do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Just then there was a knock at the door, and Linton entered. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought I would come round and go to the party with you, Luke," he + said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Linton was handsomely dressed, though he had not bought a suit expressly, + like Randolph. He didn't appear to notice Luke's scant suit. Even if he + had, he would have been too much of a gentleman to refer to it. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think we shall have a good time," he said. "We always do at Mrs. + Grant's. Florence is a nice girl, and they know how to make it pleasant. I + suppose we shall have dancing." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know how to dance," said Luke, regretfully. "I should like to + have taken lessons last winter when Professor Bent had a class, but I + couldn't afford it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You have seen dancing?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It doesn't take much knowledge to dance a quadrille, particularly if you + get on a side set. Come, we have an hour before it is time to go. Suppose + I give you a lesson?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I could learn enough in that time to venture?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I do. If you make an occasional mistake it won't matter. So, if your + mother will give us the use of the sitting-room, I will commence + instructions." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke had looked at some dancers in the dining-room at the hotel, and was + not wholly a novice, therefore. Linton was an excellent dancer, and was + clear in his directions. It may also be said that Luke was a ready + learner. So it happened at the end of the hour that the pupil had been + initiated not only in the ordinary changes of the quadrille, but also in + one contra dance, the Virginia Reel, which was a great favorite among the + young people of Groveton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Now, I think you'll do, Luke," said Linton, when the lesson was + concluded. "You are very quick to learn." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You think I won't be awkward, Linton?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, if you keep cool and don't get flustered." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am generally pretty cool. But I shall be rather surprised to see myself + on the floor," laughed Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No doubt others will be, but you'll have a great deal more fun." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So I shall. I don't like leaning against the wall while others are having + a good time." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you could dance as well as you can skate you would have no trouble, + Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; that is where Randolph has the advantage of me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is a very great dancer, though he can't come up to you in skating. + However, dancing isn't everything. Dance as well as he may, he doesn't + stand as high in the good graces of Florence Grant as he would like to + do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I always noticed that he seemed partial to Florence." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but it isn't returned. How about yourself, Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke, being a modest boy, blushed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I certainly think Florence a very nice girl," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was sure of that," said Linton, smiling. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But I don't want to stand in your way, Linton," continued Luke, with a + smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No danger, Luke. Florence is a year older than I am. Now, you are nearly + two years older than she, and are better matched. So you needn't consider + me in the matter." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Of course, this was all a joke. It was true, however, that of all the + girls in Groveton, Luke was more attracted by Florence Grant than by any + other, and they had always been excellent friends. It was well known that + Randolph also was partial to the young lady, but he certainly had never + received much encouragement. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Finally the boys got out, and were very soon at the door of Mrs. Grant's + handsome cottage. It was large upon the ground, with a broad veranda, in + the Southern style. In fact, Mrs. Grant was Southern by birth, and, + erecting the house herself, had it built after the fashion of her Southern + birthplace. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Most of the young visitors had arrived when Luke and Linton put in an + appearance. They had been detained longer than they were aware by the + dancing-lesson. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph and Sam Noble were sitting side by side at one end of the room, + facing the entrance. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Look," said Randolph, with a satirical smile, to his companion, "there + comes the young janitor in his dress suit. Just look at his coat-sleeves + and the legs of his trousers. They are at least two inches too short. Any + other boy would be ashamed to come to a party in such ridiculous clothes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Sam looked and tittered. Luke's face flushed, for, though he did not hear + the words, he guessed their tenor. But he was made to forget them when + Florence came forward and greeted Linton and himself with unaffected + cordiality. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII — FLORENCE GRANT'S PARTY + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's uncomfortable consciousness of his deficiencies in dress soon + passed off. He noticed the sneer on Randolph's face and heard Sam's laugh, + but he cared very little for the opinion of either of them. No other in + the company appeared to observe his poor dress, and he was cordially + greeted by them all, with the two exceptions already named. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The janitor ought to know better than to intrude into the society of his + superiors," said Randolph to Sam. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He seems to enjoy himself," said Sam. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This was half an hour after the party had commenced, when all were engaged + in one of the plays popular at a country party. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am going to have a party myself in a short time," continued Randolph, + "but I shall be more select than Florence in my invitations. I shall not + invite any working boys." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Right you are, Randolph," said the subservient Sam. "I hope you won't + forget me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no; I shall invite you. Of course, you don't move exactly in my + circle, but, at any rate, you dress decently." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + If Sam Noble had had proper pride he would have resented the insolent + assumption of superiority in this speech, but he was content to play + second fiddle to Randolph Duncan. His family, like himself, were ambitious + to be on good terms with the leading families in the village, and did not + mind an occasional snub. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Shall you invite Tom Harper?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He felt a little jealous of Tom, who had vied with him in flattering + attentions to Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't think so. Tom isn't here, is he?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He received an invitation, but ever since his accident he has been + troubled with severe headaches, and I suppose that keeps him away." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He isn't up to my standard," said Randolph, consequentially. "He comes of + a low family." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You and he have been together a good deal." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I have found him of some service, but I have paid for it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Yet this was the boy who, at his own personal risk, had obtained for + Randolph the prize at the skating-match. Privately, Sam thought Randolph + ungrateful, but he was, nevertheless, pleased at having distanced Tom in + the favor of the young aristocrat. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + After an hour, spent in various amusements, one of the company took her + place at the piano, and dancing began. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Now is your time, Luke," said Linton. "Secure a partner. It is only a + quadrille." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I feel a little nervous," said Luke. "Perhaps I had better wait till the + second dance." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, nonsense! Don't be afraid." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Randolph, with a great flourish, had invited Florence to dance. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," she answered, taking his arm. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph took his place with her as head couple. Linton and Annie Comray + faced them. To Randolph's amazement, Luke and Fanny Pratt took their + places as one of the side couples. Randolph, who was aware that Luke had + never taken lessons, remarked this with equal surprise and disgust. His + lip curled as he remarked to his partner: "Really, I didn't know that Luke + Larkin danced." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Nor I," answered Florence. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry he is in our set." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why?" asked Florence, regarding him attentively. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He will probably put us out by his clownish performance." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Wouldn't it be well to wait and see whether he does or not?" responded + Florence, quietly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I pity his partner, at any rate," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't join in any such conversation about one of my guests," said + Florence, with dignity. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Here the first directions were given, and the quadrille commenced. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke felt a little nervous, it must be confessed, and for that reason he + watched with unusual care the movements of the head couples. He was quick + to learn, and ordinarily cool and self-possessed. Besides, he knew that no + one was likely to criticize him except Randolph. He saw the latter + regarding him with a mocking smile, and this stimulated him to unusual + carefulness. The result was that he went through his part with quite as + much ease and correctness as any except the most practiced dancers. + Florence said nothing, but she turned with a significant smile to + Randolph. The latter looked disappointed and mortified. His mean + disposition would have been gratified by Luke's failure, but this was a + gratification he was not to enjoy. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The dance was at length concluded, and Luke, as he led his partner to a + seat, felt that he had scored a success. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you next time, Florence?" asked + Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, but I should not think it right to slight my other guests," + said the young lady. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Just then Luke came up and preferred the same request. He would not have + done so if he had not acquitted himself well in the first quadrille. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Florence accepted with a smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was not aware that dancing was one of your accomplishments, Luke," she + said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Nor I, till this evening," answered Luke. "There stands my teacher," and + he pointed to Linton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You do credit to your teacher," said Florence. "I should not have known + you were such a novice." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was pleased with this compliment, and very glad that he had been + spared the mortification of breaking down before the eyes of his + ill-wisher, Randolph Duncan. It is hardly necessary to say that he did + equally well in the second quadrille, though he and Florence were head + couple. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The next dance was the Virginia Reel. Here Florence had Linton for a + partner, and Luke secured as his own partner a very good dancer. From + prudence, however, he took his place at some distance from the head, and + by dint of careful watching he acquitted himself as well as in the + quadrilles. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really, Luke, you are doing wonderfully well," said Linton, when the + dance was over. "I can hardly believe that you have taken but one lesson, + and that from so poor a teacher as I am." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I couldn't have had a better teacher, Lin," said Luke. "I owe my success + to you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Didn't you say Luke couldn't dance?" asked Sam Noble of Randolph, later + in the evening. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He can't," answered Randolph, irritably. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He gets along very well, I am sure. He dances as well as I do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That isn't saying much," answered Randolph, with a sneer. He could not + help sneering even at his friends, and this was one reason why no one was + really attached to him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Sam walked away offended. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The party broke up at half-past ten. It was an early hour, but late enough + considering the youth of the participants. Luke accompanied home one of + the girls who had no brother present, and then turned toward his own home. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He had nearly reached it, when a tall figure, moving from the roadside, + put a hand on his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are Luke Larkin?" said the stranger, in questioning tone. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is the tin box safe?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is all—for the present," and the stranger walked quickly away. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who can he be," thought Luke, in wonder, "and why should he have trusted + a complete stranger—and a boy?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Evidently there was some mystery about the matter. Had the stranger come + honestly by the box, or was Luke aiding and abetting a thief? He could not + tell. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII — MISS SPRAGUE DISCOVERS A SECRET + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + About this time it became known to one person in the village that the + Larkins had in their possession a tin box, contents unknown. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This is the way it happened: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Among the best-known village residents was Miss Melinda Sprague, a maiden + lady, who took a profound interest in the affairs of her neighbors. She + seldom went beyond the limits of Groveton, which was her world. She had + learned the business of dressmaking, and often did work at home for her + customers. She was of a curious and prying disposition, and nothing + delighted her more than to acquire the knowledge of a secret. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + One day—a few days after Florence Grant's party—Mrs. Larkin + was in her own chamber. She had the trunk open, having occasion to take + something from it, when, with a light step, Miss Sprague entered the room. + The widow, who was on her knees before the trunk, turning, recognized the + intruder, not without displeasure. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope you'll excuse my coming in so unceremoniously, Mrs. Larkin," said + Melinda, effusively. "I knocked, but you didn't hear it, being upstairs, + and I took the liberty, being as we were so well acquainted, to come + upstairs in search of you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, certainly," answered Mrs. Larkin, but her tone was constrained. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + She quickly shut the lid of the trunk. There was only one thing among its + contents which she was anxious to hide, but that Miss Melinda's sharp eyes + had already discovered. Unfortunately, the tin box was at one side, in + plain sight. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What on earth does Mrs. Larkin do with a tin box?" she asked herself, + with eager curiosity. "Can she have property that people don't know of? I + always thought she was left poor." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Melinda asked no questions. The sudden closing of the trunk showed her + that the widow would not be inclined to answer any questions. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I won't let her think I saw anything," she said to herself. "Perhaps + she'll get anxious and refer to it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "We will go downstairs, Melinda," said Mrs. Larkin. "It will be more + comfortable." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you have anything to do up here, I beg you won't mind me," said the + spinster. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I have nothing that won't wait." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + So the two went down into the sitting-room. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And how is Luke?" asked Miss Sprague, in a tone of friendly interest. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Very well, thank you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke was always a great favorite of mine," continued the spinster. "Such + a manly boy as he is!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is a great help to me," said Mrs. Larkin. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No doubt he is. He takes care of the schoolhouse, doesn't he?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How much pay does he get?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A dollar a week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope he will be able to keep the position." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean, Melinda?" asked the widow, not without anxiety. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You know Doctor Snodgrass has resigned on the school committee, and + Squire Duncan has been elected in his place." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Flanagan went to him yesterday to ask to have her son Tim appointed + janitor in place of Luke, and I heard that she received considerable + encouragement from the squire." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do they find any fault with Luke?" asked Mrs. Larkin, jealously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, not as I've heard; but Mrs. Flanagan said Luke had had it for a year, + and now some one else ought to have the chance." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you quite sure of this, Melinda?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Miss Sprague, though over forty, was generally called by her first name, + not as a tribute to her youth, but to the fact of her being still + unmarried. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I am; I had it from Mrs. Flanagan herself." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't think Tim would do as well as Luke. He has never been able to + keep a place yet." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Just so; but, of course, his mother thinks him a polygon." Probably Miss + Sprague meant a paragon—she was not very careful in her speech, but + Mrs. Larkin did not smile at her mistake. She was too much troubled at the + news she had just heard. A dollar a week may seem a ridiculous trifle to + some of my readers, but, where the entire income of the family was so + small, it was a matter of some consequence. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't think Luke has heard anything of this," said the widow. "He has + not mentioned it to me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps there won't be any change, after all," said Melinda. "I am sure + Tim Flanagan wouldn't do near as well as Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Miss Melinda was not entirely sincere. She had said to Mrs. Flanagan that + she quite agreed with her that Luke had been janitor long enough, and + hoped Tim would get the place. She was in the habit of siding with the + person she chanced to be talking with at the moment, and this was pretty + well understood. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke, however, had heard of this threatened removal. For this, it may be + said, Randolph was partly responsible. Just after Mrs. Flanagan's call + upon the squire to solicit his official influence, Prince Duncan mentioned + the matter to his son. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How long has Luke Larkin been janitor at the schoolhouse?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "About a year. Why do you ask?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Does he attend to the duties pretty well?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose so. He's just fit to make fires and sweep the floor," answered + Randolph, his lip curling. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Flanagan has been here to ask me to appoint her son Tim in Luke's + place." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You'd better do it, pa," said Randolph, quickly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why? You say Luke is well fitted for the position." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, anybody could do as well, but Luke puts on airs. He feels too big for + his position." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose Mrs. Larkin needs the money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So does Mrs. Flanagan," said Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What sort of a boy is Tim? I have heard that he is lazy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I guess he'll do. Of course, I am not well acquainted with a boy like + him," said the young aristocrat. "But I'm quite disgusted with Luke. He + was at Florence Grant's party the other evening, and was cheeky enough to + ask her to dance with him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did she do so?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I suppose it was out of pity. He ought to have known better than to + attend a party with such a suit. His coat and pantaloons were both too + small for him, but he flourished around as if he were fashionably + dressed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Squire Duncan made no reply to his son's comments, but he felt disposed, + for reasons of his own, to appoint Tim Flanagan. He was hoping to be + nominated for representative at the next election, and thought the + appointment might influence the Irish vote in his favor. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Shall you appoint Tim, pa?" asked Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think it probable. It seems only right to give him a chance. Rotation + in office is a principle of which I approve." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's good!" thought Randolph, with a smile of gratification. "It isn't + a very important place, but Luke will be sorry to lose it. The first time + I see him I will give him a hint of it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph met Luke about an hour later in the village street. He did not + often stop to speak with our hero, but this time he had an object in doing + so. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX — LUKE LOSES HIS POSITION + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke Larkin!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke turned, on hearing his name called, and was rather surprised to see + Randolph hastening toward him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How are you, Randolph?" he said politely. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where are you going?" asked Randolph, not heeding the inquiry. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "To the schoolhouse, to sweep out." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How long have you been janitor?" asked Randolph, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "About a year," Luke answered, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's a good while." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was puzzled. Why should Randolph feel such an interest, all at once, + in his humble office? + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you know that my father is now on the school committee?" + Randolph continued. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I heard so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He thinks of appointing Tim Flanagan janitor in your place." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's face showed his surprise and concern. The loss of his modest income + would, as he knew, be severely felt by his mother and himself. The worst + of it was, there seemed no chance in Groveton of making it up in any other + way. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did your father tell you this?" he asked, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; he just told me," answered Randolph, complacently. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why does he think of removing me? Are there any complaints of the way I + perform my duties?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really, my good fellow," said Randolph, languidly, "I can't enlighten you + on that point. You've held the office a good while, you know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind to tell me—this bad news," said Luke, pointedly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, don't mention it. Good morning. Were you fatigued after your violent + exercise at Florence Grant's party?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No. Were you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I didn't take any," said Randolph, haughtily. "I danced—I didn't + jump round." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you for the compliment. Is there anything more you wish to say to + me?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then good morning." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When Luke was left alone he felt serious. How was he going to make up the + dollar a week of which he was to be deprived? The more he considered the + matter the further he was from thinking anything. He was not quite sure + whether the news was reliable, or merely invented by Randolph to tease and + annoy him. Upon this point, however, he was soon made certain. The next + day, as he was attending to his duties in the schoolhouse, Tim Flanagan + entered. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Here's a note for you, Luke," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke opened the note and found it brief but significant. It ran thus: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "LUKE LARKIN: I have appointed the bearer, Timothy Flanagan, janitor in + your place. You will give him the key of the schoolhouse, and he will at + once assume your duties. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <h3> + "PRINCE DUNCAN." + </h3> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, Tim," said Luke, calmly, "it appears that you are going to take my + place." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Luke, but I don't care much about it. My mother went to the squire + and got me the job. The pay's a dollar a week, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That isn't enough." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It isn't very much, but there are not many ways of earning money here in + Groveton." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What do you have to do?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Make the fire every morning and sweep out twice a week. Then there's + dusting, splitting up kindlings, and so on." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I'll like it. I ain't good at makin' fires." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Squire Duncan writes you are to begin at once." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Shure, I'm afraid I won't succeed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you what, Tim. I'll help you along till you've got used to the + duties. After a while they'll get easy for you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Will you now? You're a good feller, Luke. I thought you would be mad at + losin' the job." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not mad, but I am sorry. I needed the money, but no doubt you do, + also. I have no grudge against you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke had just started in his work. He explained to Tim how to do it, and + remained with him till it was done. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'll come again to-morrow, Tim," he said. "I will get you well started, + for I want to make it easy for you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tim was by no means a model boy, but he was warm-hearted, and he was + touched by Luke's generous treatment. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I say, Luke," he exclaimed, "I don't want to take your job. Say the word, + and I'll tell mother and the squire I don't want it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, Tim, it's your duty to help your mother. Take it and do your best." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + On his way home Luke chanced to meet the squire, walking in his usual + dignified manner toward the bank, of which he was president. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Squire Duncan," he said, walking up to him in a manly way, "I would like + to speak a word to you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Say on, young man." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Tim Flanagan handed me a note from you this morning ordering me to turn + over my duties as janitor to him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Very well?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have done so, but I wish to ask you if I have been removed on account + of any complaints that my work was not well done?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have heard no complaints," answered the squire. "I appointed Timothy in + your place because I approved of rotation in office. It won't do any good + for you to make a fuss about it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't intend to make a fuss, Squire Duncan," said Luke, proudly. "I + merely wished to know if there were any charges against me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There are none." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I am satisfied. Good morning, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Stay, young man. Is Timothy at the schoolhouse?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. I gave him some instruction about the work, and promised to go + over to-morrow to help him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Very well." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Squire Duncan was rather relieved to find that Luke did not propose to + make any fuss. His motive, as has already been stated, was a political + one. He wished to ingratiate himself with Irish voters and obtain an + election as representative; not that he cared so much for this office, + except as a stepping-stone to something higher. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke turned his steps homeward. He dreaded communicating the news to his + mother, for he knew that it would depress her, as it had him. However, it + must be known sooner or later, and he must not shrink from telling her. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mother," he said, as he entered the room where she was sewing, "I have + lost my job as janitor." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I expected you would, Luke," said his mother, soberly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who told you?" asked Luke, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Melinda Sprague was here yesterday and told me Tim Flanagan was to have + it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Miss Sprague seems to know everything that is going on." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, she usually hears everything. Have you lost the place already?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Tim brought me a note this morning from Squire Duncan informing me that I + was removed and he was put in my place." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is going to be a serious loss to us, Luke," said Mrs. Larkin, gravely. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mother, but I am sure something will turn up in its place." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke spoke confidently, but it was a confidence he by no means felt. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is a sad thing to be so poor as we are," said Mrs. Larkin, with a + sigh. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is very inconvenient, mother, but we ought to be glad that we have + perfect health. I am young and strong, and I am sure I can find some other + way of earning a dollar a week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, we will hope so, Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke went to bed early that night. The next morning, as they were sitting + at breakfast, Melinda Sprague rushed into the house and sank into a chair, + out of breath. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you heard the news?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No. What is it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The bank has been robbed! A box of United States bonds has been taken, + amounting to thirty or forty thousand dollars!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke and his mother listened in amazement. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER X — MELINDA MAKES MISCHIEF + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where did you hear this, Melinda?" asked Mrs. Larkin. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I called on Mrs. Duncan just now—I was doing some work for her—and + she told me. Isn't it awful?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Was the bank broken open last night, Miss Sprague?" asked Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know when it was entered." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand it at all," said Luke, looking puzzled. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "All I know is that, on examining the safe, the box of bonds was missing." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then it might have been taken some time since?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it might." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The same thought came to Luke and his mother at once. Was the mysterious + stranger the thief, and had he robbed the bank and transferred the tin box + to Luke? It might be so, but, as this happened more than a fortnight + since, it would have been strange in that case that the box had not been + missed sooner at the bank. Luke longed to have Miss Sprague go, that he + might confer with his mother on this subject. He had been told to keep the + possession of the box secret, and therefore he didn't wish to reveal the + fact that he had it unless it should prove to be necessary. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Were any traces of the robber discovered?" he added. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not that I heard of; but I pity the thief, whoever he is," remarked + Melinda. "When he's found out he will go to jail, without any doubt." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't understand, for my part, how an outside party could open the + safe," said Mrs. Larkin. "It seems very mysterious." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There's many things we can't understand," said Melinda, shaking her head + sagely. "All crimes are mysterious." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope they'll find out who took the bonds," said the widow. "Did they + belong to the bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, they belonged to a gentleman in Cavendish, who kept them in the bank, + thinking they would be safer than in his own house. Little did he know + what iniquity there was even in quiet country places like Groveton." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Surely, Melinda, you don't think any one in Groveton robbed the bank?" + said Mrs. Larkin. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There's no knowing!" said Miss Sprague, solemnly. "There's those that we + know well, or think we do, but we cannot read their hearts and their + secret ways." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you any suspicions, Miss Sprague?" asked Luke, considerably amused + at the portentous solemnity of the visitor. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I may and I may not, Luke," answered Melinda, with the air of one who + knew a great deal more than she chose to tell; "but it isn't proper for me + to speak at present." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Just then Miss Sprague saw some one passing who, she thought, had not + heard of the robbery, and, hastily excusing herself, she left the house. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What do you think, Luke?" asked his mother, after the spinster had gone. + "Do you think the box we have was taken from the bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't, mother. I did think it possible at first, but it seems very + foolish for the thief, if he was one, to leave the box in the same + village, in the charge of a boy. It would have been more natural and + sensible for him to open it, take out the bonds, and throw it away or + leave it in the woods." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There is something in that," said Mrs. Larkin, thoughtfully. "There is + certainly a mystery about our box, but I can't think it was stolen from + the bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Miss Sprague had formed an important resolve. The more she + thought of it, the more she believed the missing box was the one of which + she had caught a glimpse of in Mrs. Larkin's trunk. True, Luke and the + widow had not betrayed that confusion and embarrassment which might have + been anticipated when the theft was announced, but she had noticed the + look exchanged between them, and she was sure it meant something. Above + all, her curiosity was aroused to learn how it happened that a woman as + poor as the Widow Larkin should have a tin box in her trunk, the contents + of which might be presumed to be valuable. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't like to get Luke and his mother into trouble," Melinda said to + herself, "but I think it my duty to tell all I know. At any rate, they + will have to tell how the box came into their possession, and what it + contains. I'll go to the bank and speak to Squire Duncan." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan had called an extra meeting of the directors to consider the + loss which had been discovered, and they were now seated in the bank + parlor. There were three of them present, all of whom resided in Groveton—Mr. + Manning, the hotelkeeper; Mr. Bailey, a storekeeper, and Mr. Beane, the + Groveton lawyer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Miss Sprague entered the bank and went up to the little window presided + over by the paying-teller. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is Squire Duncan in the bank?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Miss Sprague." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I would like to speak with him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is impossible. He is presiding at a directors' meeting." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Still, I would like to see him," persisted Melinda. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You will have to wait," said the paying-teller, coldly. He had no + particular respect or regard for Miss Sprague, being quite familiar with + her general reputation as a gossip and busybody. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think he would like to see me," said Melinda, nodding her head with + mysterious significance. "There has been a robbery at the bank, hasn't + there?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you know anything about it, Miss Sprague?" demanded the teller, in + surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Maybe I do, and maybe I don't; but I've got a secret to tell to Squire + Duncan." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't believe it amounts to anything," thought the teller. "Well, I + will speak to Squire Duncan," he said aloud. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He went to the door of the directors' room, and after a brief conference + with Prince Duncan he returned with the message, "You may go in, Miss + Sprague." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + She nodded triumphantly, and with an air of conscious importance walked to + the bank parlor. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan and his associates were sitting round a mahogany table. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Melinda made a formal curtsy and stood facing them. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I understand, Miss Sprague, that you have something to communicate to us + in reference to the loss the bank has just sustained," said the squire, + clearing his throat. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought it my duty to come and tell you all I knew, Squire Duncan and + gentlemen," said Melinda. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Quite right, Miss Sprague. Now, what can you tell us?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The article lost was a tin box, was it not?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "About so long?" continued Miss Sprague, indicating a length of about + fifteen inches. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What was there in it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Government bonds." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I know where there is such a box," said Miss Sprague, slowly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where? Please be expeditious, Miss Sprague." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A few days since I was calling on Mrs. Larkin—Luke's mother—just + happened in, as I may say, and, not finding her downstairs, went up into + her chamber. I don't think she heard me, for when I entered the chamber + and spoke to her she seemed quite flustered. She was on her knees before + an open trunk, and in that trunk I saw the tin box." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The directors looked at each other in surprise, and Squire Duncan looked + undeniably puzzled. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I knew the box was one such as is used to hold valuable papers and + bonds," proceeded Melinda, "and, as I had always looked on the widow as + very poor, I didn't know what to make of it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did you question Mrs. Larkin about the tin box?" asked Mr. Beane. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; she shut the trunk at once, and I concluded she didn't want me to see + it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you did not say anything about it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; but I went in just now to tell her about the bank being robbed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How did it seem to affect her?" asked Mr. Bailey. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "She and Luke—Luke was there, too—looked at each other in + dismay. It was evident that they were thinking of the box in the trunk." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Melinda continued her story, and the directors were somewhat impressed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I propose," said Mr. Manning, "that we get out a search-warrant and + search Mrs. Larkin's cottage. That box may be the one missing from the + bank." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI — LUKE IS ARRESTED + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Just after twelve o'clock, when Luke was at home eating dinner, a knock + was heard at the front door. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'll go, mother," said Luke, and he rose from the table, and, going into + the entry, opened the outer door. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + His surprise may be imagined when he confronted Squire Duncan and the + gentlemen already mentioned as directors of the Groveton bank. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did you wish to see mother?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; we have come on important business," said Squire Duncan, pompously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Walk in, if you please." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke led the way into the little sitting-room, followed by the visitors. + The dinner-table was spread in the kitchen adjoining. The room looked very + much filled up with the unwonted company, all being large men. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mother," called Luke, "here are some gentlemen who wish to see you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The widow entered the room, and looked with surprise from one to another. + All waited for Squire Duncan, as the proper person, from his official + position, to introduce the subject of their visit. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Larkin," said the squire, pompously, "it has possibly come to your + ears that the Groveton Bank, of which you are aware that I am the + president, has been robbed of a box of bonds?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. I was so informed by Miss Melinda Sprague this morning." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am also informed that you have in your custody a tin box similar to the + one that has been taken." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He expected to see Mrs. Larkin show signs of confusion, but she answered + calmly: "I have a box in my custody, but whether it resembles the one lost + I can't say." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Ha! you admit that you hold such a box?" said the squire, looking + significantly at his companions. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly. Why should I not?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you willing to show it to us?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, we are willing to show it," said Luke, taking it upon himself to + answer, "but I have no idea that it will do you any good." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is for us to decide, young man," said Squire Duncan. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you suppose it is the box missing from the bank, sir?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It may be." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "When did you miss the box?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Only this morning, but it may have been taken a month ago." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This box has been in our possession for a fortnight." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Such is your statement, Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is the truth," said Luke, flushing with indignation. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My boy," said Mr. Beane, "don't be angry. I, for one, have no suspicion + that you have done anything wrong, but it is our duty to inquire into this + matter." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who told you that we had such a box, Mr. Beane?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Miss Melinda Sprague was the informant." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought so, mother," said Luke. "She is a prying old maid, and it is + just like her." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Miss Sprague only did her duty," said the squire. "But we are losing + time. We require you to produce the box." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will get it, gentlemen," said the widow, calmly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + While she was upstairs, Mr. Manning inquired: "Where did you get the box, + Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you identify it as the box taken from the bank," answered Luke, "I + will tell you. Otherwise I should prefer to say nothing, for it is a + secret of another person." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Matters look very suspicious, in my opinion, gentlemen," said Squire + Duncan, turning to his associates. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not necessarily," said Mr. Beane, who seemed inclined to favor our hero. + "Luke may have a good reason for holding his tongue." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Here Mrs. Larkin presented herself with the missing box. Instantly it + became an object of attention. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It looks like the missing box," said the squire. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course, I can offer no opinion," said Mr. Beane, "not having seen the + one lost. Such boxes, however, have a general resemblance to each other." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you the key that opens it?" asked the squire. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Squire Duncan," asked Mr. Beane, "have you the key unlocking the missing + box?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir," answered Squire Duncan, after a slight pause. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I don't think we can decide as to the identity of the two boxes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The trustees looked at each other in a state of indecision. No one knew + what ought to be done. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What course do you think we ought to take, Squire Duncan?" asked Mr. + Bailey. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think," said the bank president, straightening up, "that there is + sufficient evidence to justify the arrest of this boy Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have done nothing wrong, sir," said Luke, indignantly. "I am no more of + a thief than you are." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to insult me, you young jackanapes?" demanded Mr. Duncan, + with an angry flush on his face. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I intend to insult no one, but I claim that I have done nothing wrong." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is what all criminals say," sneered the squire. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was about to make an angry reply, but Mr. Beane, waving his hand as a + signal for our hero to be quiet, remarked calmly: "I think, Duncan, in + justice to Luke, we ought to hear his story as to how the box came into + his possession." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is my opinion," said Mr. Bailey. "I don't believe Luke is a bad + boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan felt obliged to listen to that suggestion, Mr. Bailey and + Mr. Beane being men of consideration in the village. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Young man," he said, "we are ready to hear your story. From whom did you + receive this box?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "From a man named Roland Reed," answered Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The four visitors looked at each other in surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And who is Roland Reed?" asked the president of the bank. "It seems very + much like a fictitious name." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It may be, for aught I know," said Luke, "but it is the name given me by + the person who gave me the box to keep for him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "State the circumstances," said Mr. Beane. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "About two weeks since I was returning from the house of Miss Almira + Clark, where I had gone on an errand for my mother. To shorten my journey, + I took my way through the woods. I had nearly passed through to the other + side, when a tall man, dark-complexioned, whom I had never seen before + stepped up to me. He asked me my name, and, upon my telling him, asked if + I would do him a favor. This was to take charge of a tin box, which he + carried under his arm." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The one before us?" asked Mr. Manning. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did he give any reason for making this request?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He said he was about to leave the neighborhood, and wished it taken care + of. He asked me to put it under lock and key." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did he state why he selected you for this trust?" asked Mr. Beane. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; he paid me for my trouble, however. He gave me a bank-note, + which, when I reached home, I found to be a ten-dollar bill." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And you haven't seen him since?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Once only." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "When was that?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "On the evening of Florence Grant's party. On my way home the same man + came up to me and asked if the box was safe. I answered, 'Yes.' He said, + 'That is all—for the present,' and disappeared. I have not seen him + since." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is a very pretty romance," said Prince Duncan, with a sneer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can confirm it," said Mrs. Larkin, calmly. "I saw Luke bring in the + box, and at his request I took charge of it. The story he told at that + time is the same that he tells now." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Very possibly," said the bank president. "It was all cut and dried." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You seem very much prejudiced against Luke," said Mrs. Larkin, + indignantly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "By no means, Mrs. Larkin. I judge him and his story from the standpoint + of common sense. Gentlemen, I presume this story makes the same impression + on you as on me?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Beane shook his head. "It may be true; it is not impossible," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You believe, then, there is such a man as Roland Reed?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There may be a man who calls himself such." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If there is such a man, he is a thief." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It may be so, but that does not necessarily implicate Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He would be a receiver of stolen property." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not knowing it to be such." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "At all events, I feel amply justified in causing the arrest of Luke + Larkin on his own statement." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Surely you don't mean this?" exclaimed Mrs. Larkin, in dismay. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Don't be alarmed, mother," said Luke, calmly. "I am innocent of wrong, + and no harm will befall me." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII — LUKE AS A PRISONER + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan, who was a magistrate, directed the arrest of Luke on a + charge of robbing the Groveton Bank. The constable who was called upon to + make the arrest performed the duty unwillingly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't believe a word of it, Luke," he said. "It's perfect nonsense to + say you have robbed the bank. I'd as soon believe myself guilty." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was not taken to the lock-up, but was put in the personal custody of + Constable Perkins, who undertook to be responsible for his appearance at + the trial. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You mustn't run away, or you'll get me into trouble, Luke," said the + good-natured constable. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It's the last thing I'd be willing to do, Mr. Perkins," said Luke, + promptly. "Then everybody would decide that I was guilty. I am innocent, + and want a chance to prove it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + What was to be done with the tin box, was the next question. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will take it over to my house," said Squire Duncan. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I object," said Mr. Beane. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you doubt my integrity?" demanded the bank president, angrily. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; but it is obviously improper that any one of us should take charge of + the box before it has been opened and its contents examined. We are not + even certain that it is the one missing from the bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + As Mr. Beane was a lawyer, Prince Duncan, though unwillingly, was obliged + to yield. The box, therefore, was taken to the bank and locked up in the + safe till wanted. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It is hardly necessary to say that the events at the cottage of Mrs. + Larkin, and Luke's arrest, made a great sensation in the village. The + charge that Luke had robbed the bank was received not only with surprise, + but with incredulity. The boy was so well and so favorably known in + Groveton that few could be found to credit the charge. There were + exceptions, however. Melinda Sprague enjoyed the sudden celebrity she had + achieved as the original discoverer of the thief who had plundered the + bank. She was inclined to believe that Luke was guilty, because it + enhanced her own importance. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Most people call Luke a good boy," she said, "but there was always + something about him that made me suspicious. There was something in his + expression—I can't tell you what—that set me to thinkin' all + wasn't right. Appearances are deceitful, as our old minister used to say." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They certainly are, if Luke is a bad boy and a thief," retorted the + other, indignantly. "You might be in better business, Melinda, than trying + to take away the character of a boy like Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I only did my duty," answered Melinda, with an air of superior virtue. "I + had no right to keep secret what I knew about the robbery." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You always claimed to be a friend of the Larkins. Only last week you took + tea there." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's true. I am a friend now, but I can't consent to cover up inquiry. + Do you know whether the bank has offered any reward for the detection of + the thief?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No," said the other, shortly, with a look of contempt at the eager + spinster. "Even if it did, and poor Luke were found guilty, it would be + blood-money that no decent person would accept." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really, Mrs. Clark, you have singular ideas," said the discomfited + Melinda. "I ain't after no money. I only mean to do my duty, but if the + bank should recognize the value of my services, it would be only right and + proper." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + There was another who heard with great satisfaction of Luke's arrest. This + was Randolph Duncan. As it happened, he was late in learning that his + rival had got into trouble, not having seen his father since breakfast. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This is great news about Luke," said his friend Sam Noble, meeting him on + the street. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What news? I have heard nothing," said Randolph, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He has been arrested." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so!" exclaimed Randolph. "What has he done?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Robbed the bank of a tin box full of bonds. It was worth an awful lot of + money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, well!" ejaculated Randolph. "I always thought he was a boy of no + principle." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The tin box was found in his mother's trunk." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What did Luke say? Did he own up?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; he brazened it out. He said the box was given him to take care of by + some mysterious stranger." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's too thin. How was it traced to Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It seems Old Maid Sprague"—it was lucky for Melinda's peace of mind + that she did not hear this contemptuous reference to her—"went to + the Widow Larkin's house one day and saw the tin box in her trunk." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "She didn't leave the trunk open, did she?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; but she had it open, looking into it, when old Melinda crept upstairs + softly and caught her at it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose Luke will have to go to State's prison," said Randolph, with a + gratified smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope it won't be quite so bad as that," said Sam, who was not equal in + malice to his aristocratic friend. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I haven't any pity for him," said Randolph, decidedly. "If he chooses to + steal, he must expect to be punished." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Just then Mr. Hooper, the grammar-school teacher, came up. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Hooper," said Randolph, eagerly, "have you heard about Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have heard that he has been removed from his janitorship, and I'm sorry + for it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If he goes to jail he wouldn't be able to be janitor," said Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Goes to jail! What do you mean?" demanded the teacher, sharply. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Hereupon Randolph told the story, aided and assisted by Sam Noble, to whom + he referred as his authority. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This is too ridiculous!" said Mr. Hooper, contemptuously. "Luke is no + thief, and if he had the tin box he has given the right explanation of how + he came by it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I know he is a favorite of yours, Mr. Hooper, but that won't save him + from going to jail," said Randolph, tartly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If he is a favorite of mine," said the teacher, with dignity, "it is for + a very good reason. I have always found him to be a high-minded, honorable + boy, and I still believe him to be so, in spite of the grave accusation + that has been brought against him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + There was something in the teacher's manner that deterred Randolph from + continuing his malicious attack upon Luke. Mr. Hooper lost no time in + inquiring into the facts of the case, and then in seeking out Luke, whom + he found in the constable's house. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke," he said, extending his hand, "I have heard that you were in + trouble, and I have come to see what I can do for you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, Mr. Hooper," said Luke, gratefully. "I hope you don't + believe me guilty." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I would as soon believe myself guilty of the charge, Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's just what I said, Mr. Hooper," said Constable Perkins. "Just as if + there wasn't more than one tin box in the world." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You never told any one that you had a tin box in your custody, I suppose, + Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; the man who asked me to take care of it especially cautioned me + to say nothing about it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What was his name?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Roland Reed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you know where to find him? It would be of service to you if you could + obtain his evidence. It would clear you at once." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wish I could, sir, but I have no idea where to look for him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is unfortunate," said the teacher, knitting his brows in perplexity. + "When are you to be brought to trial?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "To-morrow, I hear." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, Luke, keep up a good heart and hope for the best." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I mean to, sir." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII — IN THE COURT-ROOM + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was decided that Luke should remain until his trial in the personal + custody of Constable Perkins. Except for the name of it, his imprisonment + was not very irksome, for the Perkins family treated him as an honored + guest, and Mrs. Perkins prepared a nicer supper than usual. When Mr. + Perkins went out he said to his wife, with a quizzical smile: "I leave + Luke in your charge. Don't let him run away." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'll look out for that," said Mrs. Perkins, smiling. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I had better leave you a pistol, my dear?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid I should not know how to use it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You might tie my hands," suggested Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That wouldn't prevent your walking away." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then my feet." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It won't be necessary, husband," said Mrs. Perkins. "I've got the poker + and tongs ready." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + But, though treated in this jesting manner, Luke could not help feeling a + little anxious. For aught he knew, the tin box taken from his mother's + trunk might be the same which had been stolen from the bank. In that case + Roland Reed was not likely to appear again, and his story would be + disbelieved. It was a strange one, he could not help admitting to himself. + Yet he could not believe that the mysterious stranger was a burglar. If he + were, it seemed very improbable that he would have left his booty within + half a mile of the bank, in the very village where the theft had been + committed. It was all very queer, and he could not see into the mystery. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should like to do something," thought Luke. "It's dull work sitting + here with folded hands." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Isn't there something I can do, Mrs. Perkins?" he said. "I am not used to + sitting about the house idle." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, you might make me some pies," said Mrs. Perkins. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You'd never eat them if I did. I can boil eggs and fry potatoes. Isn't + there some wood to saw and split?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Plenty out in the shed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I understand that, at any rate. Have you any objection to my setting to + work?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, if you won't run away." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Send out Charlie to watch me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Charlie was a youngster about four years of age, and very fond of Luke, + who was a favorite with most young children. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, that will do. Charlie, go into the shed and see Luke saw wood." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mama." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Don't let him run away." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I won't," said Charlie, gravely. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke felt happier when he was fairly at work. It took his mind off his + troubles, as work generally does, and he spent a couple of hours in the + shed. Then Mrs. Perkins came to the door and called him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke," she said, "a young lady has called to see the prisoner." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A young lady! Who is it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Florence Grant." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's face brightened up with pleasure; he put on his coat and went into + the house. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Luke, what a shame!" exclaimed Florence, hastening to him with + extended hand. "I only just heard of it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you're not afraid to shake hands with a bank burglar?" said Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed! What nonsense it is! Who do you think told me of your + arrest?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Randolph Duncan." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You have guessed it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What did he say? Did he seem to be shocked at my iniquity?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think he seemed glad of it. Of course, he believes you guilty." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I supposed he would, or pretend to, at any rate. I think his father is + interested to make me out guilty. I hope you don't think there is any + chance of it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course not, Luke. I know you too well. I'd sooner suspect Randolph. He + wanted to know what I thought of you now." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And what did you answer?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That I thought the same as I always had—that you were one of the + best boys in the village. 'I admire your taste,' said Randolph, with a + sneer. Then I gave him a piece of my mind." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should like to have heard you, Florence." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know; you have no idea what a virago I am when I am mad. Now sit + down and tell me all about it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke obeyed, and the conversation was a long one, and seemed interesting + to both. In the midst of it Linton Tomkins came in. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you come to see the prisoner, also, Linton?" asked Florence. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Florence. What a desperate-looking ruffian he is! I don't dare to + come too near. How did you break into the bank, Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + First Luke smiled, then he became grave. "After all, it is no joke to me, + Linny," he said. "Think of the disgrace of being arrested on such a + charge." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The disgrace is in being a burglar, not in being arrested for one, Luke. + Of course, it's absurd. Father wants me to say that if you are bound over + for trial he will go bail for you to any amount." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Your father is very kind, Linny. I may need to avail myself of his + kindness." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The next day came, and at ten o'clock, Luke, accompanied by Constable + Perkins, entered the room in which Squire Duncan sat as trial justice. A + considerable number of persons were gathered, for it was a trial in which + the whole village was interested. Among them was Mrs. Larkin, who wore an + anxious, perturbed look. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Luke," she said sorrowfully, "how terrible it is to have you here!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Don't be troubled, mother," said Luke. "We both know that I am innocent, + and I rely on God to stand by me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke," said Mr. Beane, "though I am a bank trustee, I am your friend and + believe you innocent. I will act as your lawyer." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, Mr. Beane. I shall be very glad to accept your services." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The preliminary proceedings were of a formal character. Then Miss Melinda + Sprague was summoned to testify. She professed to be very unwilling to say + anything likely to injure her good friends, Luke and his mother, but + managed to tell, quite dramatically, how she first caught a glimpse of the + tin box. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did Mrs. Larkin know that you saw it?" asked the squire. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "She didn't know for certain," answered Melinda, "but she was evidently + afraid I would, for she shut the trunk in a hurry, and seemed very much + confused. I thought of this directly when I heard of the bank robbery, and + I went over to tell Luke and his mother." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How did they receive your communication?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They seemed very much frightened." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And you inferred that they had not come honestly by the tin box?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It grieves me to say that I did," said Melinda, putting her handkerchief + to her eyes to brush away an imaginary tear. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Finally Melinda sat down, and witnesses were called to testify to Luke's + good character. There were more who wished to be sworn than there was time + to hear. Mr. Beane called only Mr. Hooper, Mr. Tomkins and Luke's + Sunday-school teacher. Then he called Luke to testify in his own defense. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke told a straightforward story—the same that he had told before—replying + readily and easily to any questions that were asked him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I submit, Squire Duncan," said Mr. Beane, "that my client's statement is + plain and frank and explains everything. I hold that it exonerates him + from all suspicion of complicity with the robbery." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I differ with you," said Squire Duncan, acidly. "It is a wild, improbable + tale, that does not even do credit to the prisoner's invention. In my + opinion, this mysterious stranger has no existence. Is there any one + besides himself who has seen this Roland Reed?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + At this moment there was a little confusion at the door. A tall, + dark-complexioned stranger pushed his way into the court-room. He advanced + quickly to the front. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I heard my name called," he said. "There is no occasion to doubt my + existence. I am Roland Reed!" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV — AN IMPORTANT WITNESS + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The effect of Roland Reed's sudden appearance in the court-room, close + upon the doubt expressed as to his existence, was electric. Every head was + turned, and every one present looked with eager curiosity at the + mysterious stranger. They saw a dark-complexioned, slender, but wiry man, + above the middle height, with a pair of keen black eyes scanning, not + without sarcastic amusement, the faces turned toward him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke recognized him at once. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank God!" he ejaculated, with a feeling of intense relief. "Now my + innocence will be made known." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Squire Duncan was quite taken aback. His face betrayed his surprise and + disappointment. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know you," he said, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps not, Mr. Duncan," answered the stranger, in a significant tone, + "but I know you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Were you the man who gave this tin box to the defendant?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Wouldn't it be well, since this is a court, to swear me as a witness?" + asked Roland Reed, quietly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course, of course," said the squire, rather annoyed to be reminded of + his duty by this stranger. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This being done, Mr. Beane questioned the witness in the interest of his + client. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you know anything about the tin box found in the possession of Luke + Larkin?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did you commit it to his charge for safe-keeping?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I did." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Were you previously acquainted with Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was not." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Was it not rather a singular proceeding to commit what is presumably of + considerable value to an unknown boy?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It would generally be considered so, but I do many strange things. I had + seen the boy by daylight, though he had never seen me, and I was sure I + could trust him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why, if you desired a place of safe-keeping for your box, did you not + select the bank vaults?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Roland Reed laughed, and glanced at the presiding justice. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It might have been stolen," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Does the box contain documents of value?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The contents are valuable to me, at any rate." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Beane," said Squire Duncan, irritably, "I think you are treating the + witness too indulgently. I believe this box to be the one taken from the + bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You heard the remark of the justice," said the lawyer. "Is this the box + taken from the bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is not," answered the witness, contemptuously, "and no one knows this + better than Mr. Duncan." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The justice flushed angrily. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are impertinent, witness," he said. "It is all very well to claim + this box as yours, but I shall require you to prove ownership." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am ready to do so," said Roland Reed, quietly. "Is that the box on the + table?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Has it been opened?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; the key has disappeared from the bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The key is in the hands of the owner, where it properly belongs. With the + permission of the court, I will open the box." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I object," said Squire Duncan, quickly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Permit me to say that your refusal is extraordinary," said Mr. Beane, + pointedly. "You ask the witness to prove property, and then decline to + allow him to do so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Squire Duncan, who saw that he had been betrayed into a piece of folly, + said sullenly: "I don't agree with you, Mr. Beane, but I withdraw my + objection. The witness may come forward and open the box, if he can." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Roland Reed bowed slightly, advanced to the table, took a bunch of keys + from his pocket, and inserting one of the smallest in the lock easily + opened the box. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Those who were near enough, including the justice, craned their necks + forward to look into the box. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The box contained papers, certificates of stock, apparently, and a couple + of bank-books. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The box missing from the vault contained government bonds, as I + understand, Squire Duncan?" said the lawyer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered the justice, reluctantly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are there any government bonds in the box, Mr. Reed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You can see for yourself, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The manner of the witness toward the lawyer was courteous, though in the + tone in which he addressed the court there had been a scarcely veiled + contempt. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I submit, then, that my young client has been guilty of no wrong. He + accepted the custody of the box from the rightful owner, and this he had a + clear right to do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How do you know that the witness is the rightful owner of the box?" + demanded the justice, in a cross tone. "He may have stolen it from some + other quarter." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There is not a shadow of evidence of this," said the lawyer, in a tone of + rebuke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not sure but that he ought to be held." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You will hold me at your peril, Mr. Duncan," said the witness, in clear, + resolute tones. "I have a clear comprehension of my rights, and I do not + propose to have them infringed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Squire Duncan bit his lips. He had only a smattering of law, but he knew + that the witness was right, and that he had been betrayed by temper into + making a discreditable exhibition of himself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I demand that you treat me with proper respect," he said angrily. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am ready to do that," answered the witness, in a tone whose meaning + more than one understood. It was not an apology calculated to soothe the + ruffled pride of the justice. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I call for the discharge of my young client, Squire Duncan," said the + lawyer. "The case against him, as I hardly need say, has utterly failed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is discharged," said the justice, unwillingly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Instantly Luke's friends surrounded him and began to shower + congratulations upon him. Among them was Roland Reed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My young friend," he said, "I am sincerely sorry that by any act of mine + I have brought anxiety and trouble upon you. But I can't understand how + the fact that you had the box in your possession became known." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This was explained to him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have a proposal to make to you and your mother," said Roland Reed, "and + with your permission I will accompany you home." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "We shall be glad to have you, sir," said Mrs. Larkin, cordially. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + As they were making their way out of the court-room, Melinda Sprague, the + cause of Luke's trouble, hurried to meet them. She saw by this time that + she had made a great mistake, and that her course was likely to make her + generally unpopular. She hoped to make it up with the Larkins. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am so glad you are acquitted, Luke," she began effusively. "I hope, + Mrs. Larkin, you won't take offense at what I did. I did what I thought to + be my duty, though with a bleeding heart. No one is more rejoiced at dear + Luke's vindication." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Miss Sprague," said she, "if you think you did your duty, let the + consciousness of that sustain you. I do not care to receive any visits + from you hereafter." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How cruel and unfeeling you are, Mrs. Larkin," said the spinster, putting + her handkerchief to her eyes. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Larkin did not reply. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Miss Sprague found herself so coldly treated in the village that she + shortly left Groveton on a prolonged visit to some relatives in a + neighboring town. It is to be feared that the consciousness of having done + her duty did not wholly console her. What she regretted most, however, was + the loss of the reward which she had hoped to receive from the bank. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV — THE LARKINS ARE IN LUCK + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke and his mother, accompanied by Roland Reed, took their way from the + court-room to the widow's modest cottage. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You may take the tin box, Luke," said the stranger, "if you are not + afraid to keep in your charge what has given you so much trouble." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "All's well that ends well!" said Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I don't think it will occasion you any further anxiety." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Roland Reed walked in advance with Mrs. Larkin, leaving Luke to follow. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What sort of a man is this Mr. Duncan?" he asked abruptly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Squire Duncan?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, if that is his title." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is, upon the whole, our foremost citizen," answered the widow, after a + slight hesitation. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is he popular?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can hardly say that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is president of the bank, is he not?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How long has he lived in Groveton?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Nearly twenty years." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Was he born in this neighborhood?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think he came from the West." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Does he say from what part of the western country?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He says very little about his past life." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Roland Reed smiled significantly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps he has his reasons," he said meditatively. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is he thought to be rich?" he asked, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but how rich no one knows. He is taxed for his house and grounds, + but he may have a good deal of property besides. It is generally thought + he has." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He does not appear to be friendly toward your son." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Mrs. Larkin, with a trace of indignation, "though I am sure + he has no cause to dislike him. He seemed convinced that Luke had come by + your tin box dishonestly." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It seemed to me that he was prejudiced against Luke. How do you account + for it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps his son, Randolph, has influenced him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So he has a son—how old?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Almost Luke's age. He thinks Luke beneath him, though why he should do + so, except that Luke is poor, I can't understand. Not long since there was + a skating match for a prize of a Waterbury watch, offered by the + grammar-school teacher, which Luke would have won had not Randolph + arranged with another boy to get in his way and leave the victory to him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So Randolph won the watch?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose he had a watch of his own already." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, a silver one, while Luke had none. This makes it meaner in him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't mind it now, mother," said Luke, who had overheard the last part + of the conversation. "He is welcome to his watches—I can wait." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Has Squire Duncan shown his hostility to Luke in any other way?" inquired + the stranger. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; Luke has for over a year been janitor at the school-house. It didn't + bring much—only a dollar a week—but it was considerable to us. + Lately Squire Duncan was appointed on the school committee to fill a + vacancy, and his first act was to remove Luke from his position." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not in favor of his son, I conclude." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke laughed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Randolph would be shocked at the mere supposition," he said. "He is a + young man who wears kid gloves, and the duties of a school janitor he + would look upon as degrading." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I really think, Luke, you have been badly treated," said Roland Reed, + with a friendly smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have thought so, too, sir, but I suppose I have no better claim to the + office than any other boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You needed the income, however." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + By this time they were at the door of the cottage. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Won't you come in, sir?" asked Mrs. Larkin, cordially. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I will not only do so, but as I don't care to stay at the + hotel, I will even crave leave to pass the night under your roof." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you don't mind our poor accommodations, you will be very welcome." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not likely to complain, Mrs. Larkin. I have not been nursed in the + lap of luxury. For two years I was a California miner, and camped out. For + that long period I did not know what it was to sleep in a bed. I used to + stretch myself in a blanket, and lie down on the ground." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You won't have to do that here, Mr. Reed," said Luke, smiling. "But it + must have been great fun." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How can you say so, Luke?" expostulated his mother. "It must have been + very uncomfortable, and dangerous to the health." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't mind it a bit, mother," said Luke, stoutly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Roland Reed smiled. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not surprised that you and your mother regard the matter from + different points of view," he said. "It is only natural. Women are not + adapted to roughing it. Boys like nothing better, and so with young men. + But there comes a time—when a man passes forty—when he sets a + higher value on the comforts of life. I don't mind confessing that I + wouldn't care to repeat my old mining experiences." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope you were repaid for your trouble and privations, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I was handsomely repaid. I may soon be as rich as your local + magnate, Prince Duncan, but I have had to work harder for it, probably." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So you know the squire's name?" said Mrs. Larkin, in some surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I must have heard it somewhere," remarked Roland Reed. "Have I got it + right?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; it's a peculiar name." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When they reached the cottage Mrs. Larkin set about getting supper. In + honor of her guest she sent out for some steak, and baked some biscuit, so + that the table presented an inviting appearance when the three sat down to + it. After supper was over, Roland Reed said: "I told you that I wished to + speak to you on business, Mrs. Larkin. It is briefly this: Are you willing + to receive a boarder?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid, sir, that you would hardly be satisfied with our humble + accommodations." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I am not speaking of myself, but of a child. I am a widower, Mrs. + Larkin, and have a little daughter eight years of age. She is now boarding + in New York, but I do not like the people with whom I have placed her. She + is rather delicate, also, and I think a country town would suit her better + than the city air. I should like to have her under just such nice motherly + care as I am sure you would give her." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I shall be very glad to receive her," said Mrs. Larkin, with a flush of + pleasure. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And for the terms?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I would rather you would name them, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I will say ten dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Ten dollars!" exclaimed the widow, in amazement. "It won't be worth half + that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't pay for board merely, but for care and attendance as well. She + may be sick, and that would increase your trouble." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "She would in that case receive as much care as if she were my own + daughter; but I don't ask such an exorbitant rate of board." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It isn't exorbitant if I choose to pay it, Mrs. Larkin," said Mr. Reed, + smiling. "I am entirely able to pay that price, and prefer to do so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It will make me feel quite rich, sir," said the widow, gratefully. "I + shall find it useful, especially as Luke has lost his situation." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke may find another position." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "When do you wish your daughter to come?" asked Mrs. Larkin. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke will accompany me to the city to-morrow, and bring her back with + him. By the way, I will pay you four weeks in advance." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He drew four ten-dollar bills from his pocket and put them into the + widow's hand. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am almost afraid this is a dream," said Mrs. Larkin. "You have made me + very happy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You mustn't become purse-proud, mother," said Luke, "because you have + become suddenly rich." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Can you be ready to take the first train to New York with me in the + morning, Luke?" asked Roland Reed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; it starts at half-past seven." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Your breakfast will be ready on time," said the widow, "and Luke will + call you." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI — LUKE'S VISIT TO NEW YORK + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The morning train to New York carried among its passengers Luke and his + new friend. The distance was thirty-five miles, and the time occupied was + a trifle over an hour. The two sat together, and Luke had an opportunity + of observing his companion more closely. He was a man of middle age, dark + complexion, with keen black eyes, and the expression of one who understood + the world and was well fitted to make his way in it. He had already given + the Larkins to understand that he had been successful in accumulating + money. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + As for Luke, he felt happy and contented. The tide of fortune seemed to + have turned in his favor, or rather in favor of his family. The handsome + weekly sum which would be received for the board of Mr. Reed's little + daughter would be sufficient of itself to defray the modest expenses of + their household. If he, too, could obtain work, they would actually feel + rich. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke," said his companion, "does your mother own the cottage where you + live?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Free of incumbrance?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not quite. There is a mortgage of three hundred dollars held by Squire + Duncan. It was held by Deacon Tibbetts, but about three months since + Squire Duncan bought it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What could be his object in buying it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know, sir. Perhaps the deacon owed him money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am surprised, then, that he deprived you of your position as janitor, + since it would naturally make it more difficult for you to meet the + interest." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is true, sir. I wondered at it myself." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Your house is a small one, but the location is fine. It would make a + building lot suitable for a gentleman's summer residence." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; there was a gentleman in the village last summer who called + upon mother and tried to induce her to sell." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did he offer her a fair price?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; he said he should have to take down the cottage, and he only + offered eight hundred dollars. Mother would have sold for a thousand." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Tell her not to accept even that offer, but to hold on to the property. + Some day she can obtain considerably more." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "She won't sell unless she is obliged to," replied Luke. "A few days since + I thought we might have to do it. Now, with the generous sum which you + allow for your little girl's board there will be no necessity." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Has Squire Duncan broached the subject to your mother?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He mentioned it one day, but he wanted her to sell for seven hundred + dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is evidently sharp at a bargain." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; he is not considered liberal." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + There was one thing that troubled Luke in spite of the pleasure he + anticipated from his visit to New York. He knew very well that his clothes + were shabby, and he shrank from the idea of appearing on Broadway in a + patched suit too small for him. But he had never breathed a word of + complaint to his mother, knowing that she could not afford to buy him + another suit, and he did not wish to add to her troubles. It might have + happened that occasionally he fixed a troubled look on his clothes, but if + Roland Reed noticed it he did not make any comment. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + But when they reached New York, and found themselves on Broadway, his + companion paused in front of a large clothing store with large plate-glass + windows, and said, quietly: "Come in, Luke. I think you need some new + clothes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's face flushed with pleasure, but he said, "I have no money, Mr. + Reed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have," said Roland Reed, significantly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, sir," said Luke, gratefully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It costs little to be kind when you have more money than you know what to + do with," said Reed. "I don't mean that I am a Vanderbilt or an Astor, but + my income is much greater than I need to spend on myself." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + A suit was readily found which fitted Luke as well as if it had been made + for him. It was of gray mixed cloth, made in fashionable style. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You may as well keep it on, Luke." Then to the shopman: "Have you a nice + suit of black cloth, and of the same size?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir," answered the salesman, readily. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He may as well have two while we are about it. As to the old suit, it is + too small, and we will leave it here to be given away to some smaller + boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was quite overwhelmed by his new friend's munificence. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't think mother will know me," he said, as he surveyed himself in a + long mirror. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I will introduce you or give you a letter of introduction. Have you + a watch, Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; you know I did not get the prize at the skating match." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "True; then I must remedy the deficiency." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + They took the roadway stage down below the Astor House—it was before + the days of Jacob Sharp's horse railway—and got out at Benedict's. + There Mr. Reed made choice of a neat silver watch, manufactured at + Waltham, and bought a plated chain to go with it. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Put that in your vest pocket," he said. "It may console you for the loss + of the Waterbury." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How can I ever repay you for your kindness, Mr. Reed?" said Luke, + overjoyed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have taken a fancy to you, Luke," said his companion. "I hope to do + more for you soon. Now we will go uptown, and I will put my little girl + under your charge." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke had dreaded making a call at a nice city house in his old suit. Now + he looked forward to it with pleasure, especially after his new friend + completed his benefactions by buying him a new pair of shoes and a hat. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke," asked his companion, as they were on their way uptown in a Sixth + Avenue car, "do you know who owned the box of bonds taken from the + Groveton Bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have heard that it was a Mr. Armstrong, now traveling in Europe." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How did he come to leave the box in a village bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is some acquaintance of Squire Duncan, and spent some weeks last + summer at the village hotel." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then probably he left the box there at the suggestion of Duncan, the + president." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know, sir, but I think it very likely." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Humph! This is getting interesting. The contents of the box were + government bonds, I have heard." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I heard Squire Duncan say so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Were they coupon or registered?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What difference would that make, sir?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The first could be sold without trouble by the thief, while the last + could not be disposed of without a formal transfer from the owner." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then it would not pay to steal them?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Just so. Luke, do you know, a strange idea has come into my head." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What is it, sir?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think Prince Duncan knows more about how those bonds were spirited away + than is suspected." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was greatly surprised. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You don't think he took them himself, do you?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That remains to be seen. It is a curious affair altogether. I may have + occasion to speak of it another time. Are you a good writer?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Fair, I believe, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have recently come into possession of a business in a city in Ohio, + which I carry on through a paid agent. Among other things, I have bought + out the old accounts. I shall need to have a large number of bills made + out, covering a series of years, which I shall then put into the hands of + a collector and realize so far as I can. This work, with a little + instruction, I think you can do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I shall be very glad to do it, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You will be paid fairly for the labor." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't need any pay, Mr. Reed. You have already paid me handsomely." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You refer to the clothing and the watch? Those are gifts. I will pay you + thirty cents an hour for the time employed, leaving you to keep the + account. The books of the firm I have at the house where my daughter is + boarding. You will take them back to Groveton with you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This is a fortunate day for me," said Luke. "It will pay me much better + than the janitorship." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do your duty, Luke, and your good fortune will continue. But here is our + street." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + They left the car at the corner of Fourteenth Street and Sixth Avenue, and + turning westward, paused in front of a four-story house of good + appearance. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII — RANDOLPH IS MYSTIFIED + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + In an hour, Luke, with the little girl under his charge, was on his way to + the depot, accompanied by Mr. Reed, who paid for their tickets, and bade + them good-bye, promising to communicate with Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Rosa Reed was a bright little girl of about eight years of age. She made + no opposition to going with Luke, but put her hand confidently in his, and + expressed much pleasure at the prospect of living in the country. She had + been under the care of two maiden ladies, the Misses Graham, who had no + love for children, and had merely accepted the charge on account of the + liberal terms paid them by the father. They seemed displeased at the + withdrawal of Rosa, and clearly signified this by their cold, stiff + reception of Mr. Reed and Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The old girls don't like to part with Rosa," he said, with a smile, as + they emerged into the street. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you sorry to leave them, Rosa?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; they ain't a bit pleasant," answered the little girl, decidedly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Were they strict with you?" asked Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; they were always saying, 'Little girls should be seen and not + heard!' They didn't want me to make a bit of noise, and wouldn't let me + have any little girls in to play with me. Are there any little girls at + your home?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, but there are some living near by, and they will come to see you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That will be nice," said Rosa, with satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Directions were left to have the little girl's trunk go to Groveton by + express, and, therefore, Luke was encumbered only by a small satchel + belonging to his new charge. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Of the details of the journey it is unnecessary to speak. The two young + travelers arrived at Groveton, and, as it chanced, reached Luke's cottage + without attracting much observation. The door was opened by the widow, + whose kind manner at once won the favor of the child. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I like you much better than Miss Graham," she said, with childish + frankness. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of that, my child," said Mrs. Larkin. "I will try to make this + a pleasant home for you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I like Luke, too," said Rosa. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really, Rosa, you make me blush," said Luke. "I am not used to hearing + young ladies say they like me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think he is a good boy," said Rosa, reflectively. "Isn't he, Mrs. + Larkin?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think so, my dear," said the widow, smiling. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I suppose I shall have to behave like one," said Luke. "Do you think + I have improved in appearance, mother?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I noticed your new suit at once, Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have another in this bundle, mother; and that isn't all. Do you see + this watch? I sha'n't mourn the loss of the Waterbury any longer." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Reed is certainly proving a kind friend, Luke. We have much reason to + be grateful." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He has also provided me with employment for a time, mother." And then + Luke told his mother about the copying he had engaged to do. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It is hardy necessary to say that the heart of the widow was unfeignedly + thankful for the favorable change in their fortunes, and she did not omit + to give thanks to Providence for raising up so kind and serviceable a + friend. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + About the middle of the afternoon Luke made his appearance in the village + street. Though I hope my readers will not suspect him of being a dude, he + certainly did enjoy the consciousness of being well dressed. He hoped he + should meet Randolph, anticipating the surprise and disappointment of the + latter at the evidence of his prosperity. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When Luke was arrested, Randolph rejoiced as only a mean and spiteful boy + would be capable of doing at the humiliation and anticipated disgrace of a + boy whom he disliked. He had indulged in more than one expression of + triumph, and sought every opportunity of discussing the subject, to the + disgust of all fair-minded persons. Even Sam Noble protested, though a + toady of Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Look here, Randolph," he said, "I don't like Luke overmuch, and I know he + doesn't like me, but I don't believe he's a thief, and I am sorry he is in + trouble." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you are no friend of mine," said Randolph, looking black. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I say, Randolph, you know better than that. Haven't I always stood up + for you, and done whatever you wanted me to?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you were my friend you wouldn't stand up for Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not a friend of his, and I am a friend of yours, but I don't want + him to go to prison." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I do, if he deserves it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't believe he does deserve it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is what I complain of in you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The fact is, Randolph, you expect too much. If you want to break + friendship, all right." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph was amazed at this unexpected independence on the part of one + whom he regarded as his bond slave; but, being hardly prepared to part + with him, especially as his other follower, Tom Harper, had partially + thrown off his allegiance, thought it prudent to be satisfied with Sam's + expressions of loyalty, even if they did not go as far as he wished. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph missed Luke at school on the day after the trial. Of course, he + had no idea that our hero was out of school, and hastily concluded that on + account of his trial he was ashamed to show himself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't wonder he doesn't want to show himself," he remarked to Tom + Harper. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why not? He has been acquitted." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Never mind. He has been under arrest, and may yet be guilty in spite of + his acquittal. Have you seen him to-day?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Probably he is hiding at home. Well, it shows some sort of shame." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + On his way home from school Randolph was destined to be surprised. Not far + from his own house he met Luke, arrayed in his new suit, with a chain that + looked like gold crossing his waistcoat. Instead of looking confused and + ashamed, Luke looked uncommonly bright and cheerful. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph was amazed. What could it all mean? He had intended not to notice + Luke, but to pass him with a scornful smile, but his curiosity got the + better of him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why were you not at school to-day?" he asked, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke smiled. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I didn't think you would miss me, Randolph." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I didn't, but wondered at your absence." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was detained by business. I expect to have the pleasure of seeing you + there to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Humph! You seem to have invested in a new suit." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; my old suit was getting decidedly shabby, as you kindly remarked at + Florence Grant's party." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where did you get them?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "In New York." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "In New York!" repeated Randolph, in surprise. "When did you go there?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This morning. It was that which detained me from school." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I see you've got a new watch-chain, too." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph emphasized the word "chain" satirically, being under the + impression that no watch was attached. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; you may like to see my new watch." And Luke, with pardonable + triumph, produced his new watch, which was a stem-winder, whereas + Randolph's was only a key-winder. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph condescended to take the watch in his hands and examine it. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where was this bought?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "At Benedict's." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You seem to have plenty of money," he said, with unpleasant significance. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should like more." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Only you are rather imprudent in making such extensive purchases so soon + after your trial." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" demanded Luke quickly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What should I mean? It is evident that you robbed the bank, after all. I + shall tell my father, and you may find your trouble is not over." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Look here, Randolph Duncan!" said Luke sternly, "I look upon that as an + insult, and I don't mean to be insulted. I am no more a thief than you + are, and that you know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to charge me with being a thief?" fumed Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; I only say you are as much a thief as I am. If you repeat your + insult, I shall be obliged to knock you down." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You impudent loafer!" screamed Randolph. "You'll be sorry for this. I'll + have you arrested over again." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have no doubt you would if you had the power. I sha'n't lie awake + nights thinking of it. If you have nothing more to say I will leave you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph did not reply, probably because he was at a loss what to say, but + went home angry and mystified. Where could Luke have got his watch and new + suit? He asked himself this many times, but no possible explanation + suggested itself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had Luke parted with Randolph when he met his friend Linton, who + surveyed Luke's improved appearance with pleasure and surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I say, Luke, are you setting up for a dude?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought a little of it," answered Luke, with a smile—and then he + explained the cause of his good fortune. "I have only one regret," he + added, "Randolph seems to be grieved over it. He liked me better in my old + suit. Besides, I have a new watch, and it turns out to be better than + his." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Here he displayed his new silver watch. Linton felt a generous pleasure in + Luke's luck, and it may truly be said rejoiced more at it than he would at + any piece of good fortune to himself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "By the way, Luke," he said, "I am going to give a party next Thursday + evening, and I give you the very first invitation. It is my birthday, you + know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I accept with pleasure, sir. I look upon you as my warmest friend, and as + long as I retain your friendship I shall not care for Randolph's malice." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII — MR. DUNCAN'S SECRET + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + About two weeks later, Prince Duncan sat at his desk with a troubled look. + Open before him were letters. One was post-marked London, and ran as + follows: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "MY DEAR SIR: I have decided to shorten my visit, and shall leave + Liverpool next Saturday en route for New York. You will see, therefore, + that I shall arrive nearly as soon as the letter I am now writing. I have + decided to withdraw the box of securities I deposited in your bank, and + shall place it in a safe-deposit vault in New York. You may expect to see + me shortly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yours in haste, + </p> + <p> + </p> + <h3> + "JOHN ARMSTRONG." + </h3> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Drops of perspiration gathered on the brow of Prince Duncan as he read + this letter. What would Mr. Armstrong say when he learned that the box had + mysteriously disappeared? That he would be thoroughly indignant, and make + it very unpleasant for the president of Groveton Bank, was certain. He + would ask, among other things, why Mr. Duncan had not informed him of the + loss by cable, and no satisfactory explanation could be given. He would + ask, furthermore, why detectives had not been employed to ferret out the + mystery, and here again no satisfactory explanation could be given. Prince + Duncan knew very well that he had a reason, but it was not one that could + be disclosed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He next read the second letter, and his trouble was not diminished. It was + from a Wall Street broker, informing him that the Erie shares bought for + him on a margin had gone down two points, and it would be necessary for + him to deposit additional margin, or be sold out. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why did I ever invest in Erie?" thought Duncan ruefully. "I was + confidently assured that it would go up—that it must go up—and + here it is falling, and Heaven knows how much lower it will go." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + At this point the door opened, and Randolph entered. He had a special + favor to ask. He had already given his father several hints that he would + like a gold watch, being quite dissatisfied with his silver watch now that + Luke Larkin possessed one superior to his. He had chosen a very + unfavorable moment for his request, as he soon found out. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Father," he said, "I have a favor to ask." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" asked Prince Duncan, with a frown. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wish you would buy me a gold watch." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you do!" sneered his father. "I was under the impression that you had + two watches already." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So I have, but one is a Waterbury, and the other a cheap silver one." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, they keep time, don't they?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then what more do you want?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke Larkin has a silver watch better than mine—a stem-winder." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Suppose he has?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't want a working boy like him to outshine me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where did he get his watch?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know; he won't tell. Will you buy me a gold one, father? Then I + can look down upon him again." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I can't. Money is very scarce with me just now." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I don't want to wear a watch at all," said Randolph pettishly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Suit yourself," said his father coldly. "Now you may leave the room. I am + busy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph left the room. He would have slammed the door behind him, but he + knew his father's temper, and he did not dare to do so. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What am I to do?" Prince Duncan asked himself anxiously. "I must send + money to the brokers, or they will sell me out, and I shall meet with a + heavy loss." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + After a little thought he wrote a letter enclosing a check, but dated it + two days ahead. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They will think it a mistake," he thought, "and it will give me time to + turn around. Now for money to meet the check when it arrives." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan went up-stairs, and, locking the door of his chamber, opened + a large trunk in one corner of the room. From under a pile of clothing he + took out a tin box, and with hands that trembled with excitement he + extracted therefrom a dozen government bonds. One was for ten thousand + dollars, one for five, and the remainder were for one thousand dollars + each. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If they were only sold, and the money deposited in the bank to my + credit," he thought. "I am almost sorry I started in this thing. The risk + is very great, but—but I must have money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + At this moment some one tried the door. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan turned pale, and the bonds nearly fell from his hands. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who's there?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is I, papa," answered Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you may go down-stairs again," answered his father angrily. "I don't + want to be disturbed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Won't you open the door a minute? I just want to ask a question." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I won't. Clear out!" exclaimed the bank president angrily. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What a frightful temper father has!" thought the discomfited Randolph. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + There was nothing for it but to go down-stairs, and he did so in a very + discontented frame of mind. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It seems to me that something is going contrary," said Duncan to himself. + "It is clear that it won't do to keep these bonds here any longer. I must + take them to New York to-morrow—and raise money on them." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + On second thought, to-morrow he decided only to take the + five-thousand-dollar bond, and five of the one thousand, fearing that too + large a sale at one time might excite suspicion. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Carefully selecting the bonds referred to, he put them away in a capacious + pocket, and, locking the trunk, went down-stairs again. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There is still time to take the eleven-o'clock train," he said, + consulting his watch. "I must do it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Seeking his wife, he informed her that he would take the next train for + New York. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Isn't this rather sudden?" she asked, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A little, perhaps, but I have a small matter of business to attend to. + Besides, I think the trip will do me good. I am not feeling quite as well + as usual." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I believe I will go, too," said Mrs. Duncan unexpectedly. "I want to make + some purchases at Stewart's." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This suggestion was very far from agreeable to her husband. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really—I am"—he said, "I must disappoint you. My time will be + wholly taken up by matters of business, and I can't go with you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You don't need to. I can take care of myself, and we can meet at the + depot at four o'clock." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Besides, I can't supply you with any money for shopping." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have enough. I might have liked a little more, but I can make it do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps it will look better if we go in company," thought Prince Duncan. + "She needn't be in my way, for we can part at the station." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Very well, Jane," he said quietly. "If you won't expect me to dance + attendance upon you, I withdraw my objections." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The eleven-o'clock train for New York had among its passengers Mr. and + Mrs. Duncan. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + There was another passenger whom neither of them noticed—a small, + insignificant-looking man—who occasionally directed a quick glance + at the portly bank president. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX — EFFECTING A LOAN + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan was unusually taciturn during the railroad journey—so + much so that his wife noticed it, and inquired the reason. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Business, my dear," answered the bank president. "I am rather perplexed + by a matter of business." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Business connected with the bank, Mr. Duncan?" asked his wife. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, private business." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you heard anything yet of the stolen bonds?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not yet." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you any suspicion?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "None that I am at liberty to mention," answered Duncan, looking + mysterious. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you no longer suspect that boy Luke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. The man who owns to having given him the tin box for + safe-keeping is, in my opinion, a suspicious character. I shouldn't be at + all surprised if he were a jailbird." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The small man already referred to, who occupied a seat just across the + aisle, here smiled slightly, but whether at the president's remark, is not + clear. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What did he call himself?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Roland Reed—no doubt an alias." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It seems to me you ought to follow him up, and see if you can't convict + him of the theft." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You may be sure, Jane, that the president and directors of the Groveton + Bank will do their duty in this matter," said Mr. Duncan rather + grandiloquently. "By the way, I have received this morning a letter from + Mr. Armstrong, the owner of the stolen bonds, saying that he will be at + home in a few days." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Does he know of the loss?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not yet." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How will he take it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really, Jane, you are very inquisitive this morning. I presume he will be + very much annoyed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The car had become quite warm, and Mr. Duncan, who had hitherto kept on + his overcoat, rose to take it off. Unfortunately for him he quite forgot + the bonds he had in the inside pocket, and in his careless handling of the + coat the package fell upon the floor of the car, one slipping out of the + envelope a bond for one thousand dollars. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan turned pale, and stooped to pick up the package. But the + small man opposite was too quick for him. He raised the package from the + floor, and handing it to the bank president with a polite bow, said, with + a smile: "You wouldn't like to lose this, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Duncan gruffly, angry with the other for anticipating him, + "it was awkward of me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Duncan also saw the bond, and inquired with natural curiosity. "Do + they belong to the bank, Mr. Duncan?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; they are my own." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of that. What are you going to do with them?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Hush! It is dangerous to speak of them here. Some one might hear, and I + might be followed. I am very much annoyed that they have been seen at + all." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This closed Mrs. Duncan's mouth, but she resolved to make further + inquiries when they were by themselves. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan looked askance at his opposite neighbor. He was a man who + had come to Groveton recently, and had opened a billiard saloon and bar + not far from the bank. He was not regarded as a very desirable citizen, + and had already excited the anxiety of parents by luring into the saloon + some of the boys and young men of the village. Among them, though Squire + Duncan did not know it, was his own son Randolph, who had already + developed quite a fondness for playing pool, and even occasionally + patronized the bar. This, had he known it, would have explained Randolph's + increased applications for money. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Whether Tony Denton—his full name was Anthony Denton—had any + special object in visiting New York, I am unable to state. At all events + it appeared that his business lay in the same direction as that of Prince + Duncan, for on the arrival of the train at the New York depot, he followed + the bank president at a safe distance, and was clearly bent upon keeping + him in view. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Duncan walked slowly, and appeared to be plunged in anxious thought. + His difficulties were by no means over. He had the bonds to dispose of, + and he feared the large amount might occasion suspicion. They were coupon + bonds, and bore no name or other evidence of ownership. Yet the mere fact + of having such a large amount might occasion awkward inquiries. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Here's yer mornin' papers!" called a negro newsboy, thrusting his bundle + in front of the country banker. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Give me a Herald," said Mr. Duncan. Opening the paper, his eye ran + hastily over the columns. It lighted up as he saw a particular + advertisement. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The very thing," he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This was the advertisement: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "LOAN OFFICE—We are prepared to loan sums to suit, on first-class + security, at a fair rate of interest. Call or address Sharp & Ketchum, + No. — Wall Street. Third floor." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will go there," Prince Duncan suddenly decided. "I will borrow what I + can on these bonds, and being merely held on collateral, they will be kept + out of the market. At the end of six months, say, I will redeem them, or + order them sold, and collect the balance, minus the interest." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Having arrived at this conclusion, he quickened his pace, his expression + became more cheerful, and he turned his steps toward Wall Street. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What did the old fellow see in the paper?" thought Tony. Denton, who, + still undiscovered, followed Mr. Duncan closely. "It is something that + pleased him, evidently." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He beckoned the same newsboy, bought a Herald also, and turning to that + part of the paper on which the banker's eyes had been resting, discovered + Sharp & Ketchum's advertisement. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's it, I'll bet a hat," he decided. "He is going to raise money on + the bonds. I'll follow him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When Duncan turned into Wall Street, Tony Denton felt that he had guessed + correctly. He was convinced when the bank president paused before the + number indicated in the advertisement. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It won't do for me to follow him in," he said to himself, "nor will it be + necessary—I can remember the place and turn it to my own account by + and by." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan went up-stairs, and paused before a door on which was + inscribed: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + SHARP & KETCHUM BANKERS LOANS NEGOTIATED + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He opened the door, and found the room furnished in the style of a private + banking-office. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is Mr. Sharp or Mr. Ketchum in?" he inquired of a sharp-faced young + clerk, the son, as it turned out, of the senior partner. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, Mr. Sharp is in." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is he at leisure? I wish to see him on business." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Go in there, sir," said the clerk, pointing to a small private room in + the corner of the office. Following the directions, Mr. Duncan found + himself in the presence of a man of about fifty, with a hatchet face, much + puckered with wrinkles, and a very foxy expression. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am Mr. Sharp," he said, in answer to an inquiry. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan unfolded his business. He wished to borrow eight or nine + thousand dollars on ten thousand dollars' worth of United States + Government bonds. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why don't you sell at once?" asked Sharp keenly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Because I wish, for special reasons, to redeem these identical bonds, say + six months hence." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They are your own?" asked Mr. Sharp. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They are a part of my wife's estate, of which I have control. I do not, + however, wish her to know that I have raised money on them," answered + Duncan, with a smooth falsehood. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course, that makes a difference. However, I will loan you seven + thousand dollars, and you will give me your note for seven thousand five + hundred, at the usual interest, with permission to sell the bonds at the + end of six months if the note remains unpaid then, I to hand you the + balance." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan protested against these terms as exorbitant, but was finally + obliged to accede to them. On the whole, he was fairly satisfied. The + check would relieve him from all his embarrassments and give him a large + surplus. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So far so good!" said Tony Denton, as he saw Mr. Duncan emerge into the + street. "If I am not greatly mistaken this will prove a lucky morning for + me." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX — LUKE TALKS WITH A CAPITALIST + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke worked steadily on the task given him by his new patron. During the + first week he averaged three hours a day, with an additional two hours on + Saturday, making, in all, twenty hours, making, at thirty cents per hour, + six dollars. This Luke considered fair pay, considering that he was + attending school and maintaining good rank in his classes. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why don't we see more of you, Luke?" asked his friend Linton one day. + "You seem to stay in the house all the time." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Because I am at work, Linny. Last week I made six dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How?" asked Linton, surprised. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "By copying and making out bills for Mr. Reed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is better than being janitor at a dollar a week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but I have to work a good deal harder." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid you are working too hard." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I shouldn't like to keep it up, but it is only for a short time. If I + gave up school I should find it easy enough, but I don't want to do that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I hope you won't; I should miss you, and so would all the boys." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Including Randolph Duncan?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know about that. By the way, I hear that Randolph is spending a + good deal of his time at Tony Denton's billiard saloon." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry to hear it. It hasn't a very good reputation." + </p> + <p> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * * * * * * * * * +</pre> + <p> + </p> + <p> + One day Luke happened to be at the depot at the time of the arrival of the + train from New York. A small, elderly man stepped upon the platform whom + Luke immediately recognized as John Armstrong, the owner of the missing + box of bonds. He was surprised to see him, having supposed that he was + still in Europe. Mr. Armstrong, as already stated, had boarded for several + weeks during the preceding summer at Groveton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He looked at Luke with a half-glance of recognition. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Haven't I seen you before?" he said. "What is your name?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My name is Luke Larkin. I saw you several times last summer." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you know me?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, you are Mr. Armstrong. But I thought you were in Europe." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So I was till recently. I came home sooner than I expected." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was not surprised. He supposed that intelligence of the robbery had + hastened Mr. Armstrong's return. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose it was the news of your box that hurried you home," Luke + ventured to say. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I hadn't heard of it till my arrival in New York can you tell me + anything about the matter? Has the box been found?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not that I have heard, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Was, or is, anybody suspected?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was suspected," answered Luke, smiling, "but I don't think any one + suspects me now." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You!" exclaimed the capitalist, in evident astonishment. "What could + induce any one to suspect a boy like you of robbing a bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There was some ground for it," said Luke candidly. "A tin box, of the + same appearance as the one lost, was seen in our house. I was arrested on + suspicion, and tried." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so! How did you prove your innocence?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The gentleman who gave me the box in charge appeared and testified in my + favor. But for that I am afraid I should have fared badly." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is curious. Who was the gentleman?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke gave a rapid history of the circumstances already known to the + reader. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear this, being principally interested in the matter. + However, I never should have suspected you. I claim to be something of a + judge of character and physiognomy, and your appearance is in your favor. + Your mother is a widow, I believe?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And you are the janitor of the schoolhouse?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Armstrong was a close observer, and though having large interests of + his own, made himself familiar with the affairs of those whom others in + his position would wholly have ignored. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was janitor," Luke replied, "but when Mr. Duncan became a member of the + school committee he removed me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "For what reason?" asked Mr. Armstrong quickly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't think he ever liked me, and his son Randolph and I have never + been good friends." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You mean Mr. Duncan, the president of the bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why are not you and his son friends?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know, sir. He has always been in the habit of sneering at me as a + poor boy—a working boy—and unworthy to associate with him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You don't look like a poor boy. You are better dressed than I was at your + age. Besides, you have a watch, I judge from the chain." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; but all that is only lately. I have found a good friend who has + been very kind to me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who is he?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Roland Reed, the owner of the tin box I referred to." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Roland Reed! I never heard the name. Where is he from?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "From the West, I believe, though at present he is staying in New York." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How much were you paid as janitor?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A dollar a week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is very little. Is the amount important to you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir, not now." And then Luke gave particulars of the good fortune of + the family in having secured a profitable boarder, and, furthermore, in + obtaining for himself profitable employment. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This Mr. Reed seems to be a kind-hearted and liberal man. I am glad for + your sake. I sympathize with poor boys. Can you guess the reason?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Were you a poor boy yourself, sir?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was, and a very poor boy. When I was a boy of thirteen and fourteen I + ran around in overalls and bare-footed. But I don't think it did me any + harm," the old man added, musingly. "It kept me from squandering money on + foolish pleasures, for I had none to spend; it made me industrious and + self-reliant, and when I obtained employment it made me anxious to please + my employer." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope it will have the same effect on me, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope so, and I think so. What sort of a boy is this son of Mr. Duncan?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If his father were not a rich man, I think he would be more agreeable. As + it is, he seems to have a high idea of his own importance." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So his father has the reputation of being a rich man, eh?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. We have always considered him so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Without knowing much about it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; we judged from his style of living, and from his being + president of a bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That amounts to nothing. His salary as president is only moderate." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry you should have met with such a loss, Mr. Armstrong." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So am I, but it won't cripple me. Still, a man doesn't like to lose + twenty-five thousand dollars and over." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Was there as much as that in the box, sir?" asked Luke, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I don't know why I need make any secret of it. There were + twenty-five thousand dollars in government bonds, and these, at present + rates, are worth in the neighborhood of thirty thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That seems to me a great deal of money," said Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is, but I can spare it without any diminution of comfort. I don't + feel, however, like pocketing the loss without making a strong effort to + recover the money. I didn't expect to meet immediately upon arrival the + only person hitherto suspected of accomplishing the robbery." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He smiled as he spoke, and Luke saw that, so far as Mr. Armstrong was + concerned, he had no occasion to feel himself under suspicion. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you intending to remain long in Groveton, Mr. Armstrong?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't say. I have to see Mr. Duncan about the tin box, and concoct some + schemes looking to the discovery of the person or persons concerned in its + theft. Have there been any suspicious persons in the village during the + last few weeks?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not that I know of, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What is the character of the men employed in the bank, the cashier and + teller?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They seem to be very steady young men, sir. I don't think they have been + suspected." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The most dangerous enemies are those who are inside, for they have + exceptional opportunities for wrongdoing. Moreover, they have the best + chance to cover up their tracks." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't think there is anything to charge against Mr. Roper and Mr. + Barclay. They are both young married men, and live in a quiet way." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Never speculate in Wall Street, eh? One of the soberest, steadiest bank + cashiers I ever knew, who lived plainly and frugally, and was considered + by all to be a model man, wrecked the man he was connected with—a + small country banker—and is now serving a term in State's prison. + The cause was Wall Street speculation. This is more dangerous even than + extravagant habits of living." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + A part of this conversation took place on the platform of the + railroad-station, and a part while they were walking in the direction of + the hotel. They had now reached the village inn, and, bidding our hero + good morning, Mr. Armstrong entered, and registered his name. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes later he set out for the house of Prince Duncan. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI — THE DREADED INTERVIEW + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Duncan had been dreading the inevitable interview with Mr. Armstrong. + He knew him to be a sharp man of business, clear-sighted and keen, and he + felt that this part of the conference would be an awkward and embarrassing + one. He had tried to nerve himself for the interview, and thought he had + succeeded, but when the servant brought Mr. Armstrong's card he felt a + sinking at his heart, and it was in a tone that betrayed nervousness that + he said: "Bring the gentleman in." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My dear sir," he said, extending his hand and vigorously shaking the hand + of his new arrival, "this is an unexpected pleasure." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Unexpected? Didn't you get my letter from London?" said Mr. Armstrong, + suffering his hand to be shaken, but not returning the arm pressure. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly—" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "In which I mentioned my approaching departure?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, certainly; but I didn't know on what day to expect you. Pray sit + down. It seems pleasant to see you home safe and well." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Humph!" returned Armstrong, in a tone by no means as cordial. "Have you + found my box of bonds?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not yet, but—" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Permit me to ask you why you allowed me to remain ignorant of so + important a matter? I was indebted to the public prints, to which my + attention was directed by an acquaintance, for a piece of news which + should have been communicated to me at once." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My dear sir, I intended to write you as soon as I heard of your arrival. + I did not know till this moment that you were in America." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You might have inferred it from the intimation in my last letter. Why did + you not cable me the news?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Because," replied Duncan awkwardly, "I did not wish to spoil your + pleasure, and thought from day to day that the box would turn up." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You were very sparing of my feelings," said Armstrong, dryly— "too + much so. I am not a child or an old woman, and it was your imperative + duty, in a matter so nearly affecting my interests, to apprise me at + once." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I may have erred in judgment," said Duncan meekly, "but I beg you to + believe that I acted as I supposed for the best." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Leaving that out of consideration at present, let me know what steps you + have taken to find out how the box was spirited away, or who was concerned + in the robbery." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think that you will admit that I acted promptly," said the bank + president complacently, "when I say that within twenty-four hours I + arrested a party on suspicion of being implicated in the robbery, and + tried him myself." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who was the party?" asked the capitalist, not betraying the knowledge he + had already assessed on the subject. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A boy in the village named Luke Larkin." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Humph! What led you to think a boy had broken into the bank? That does + not strike me as very sharp on your part." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I had positive evidence that the boy in question had a tin box concealed + in his house—in his mother's trunk. His poverty made it impossible + that the box could be his, and I accordingly had him arrested." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, what was the result of the trial?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was obliged to let him go, though by no means satisfied of his + innocence." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A man—a stranger—a very suspicious-looking person, presented + himself, and swore that the box was his, and that he had committed it to + the charge of this boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, that seems tolerably satisfactory, doesn't it?—that is, if he + furnished evidence confirming his statement. Did he open the box in + court?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And the bonds were not there?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The bonds were not there only some papers, and what appeared to be + certificates of stock." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yet you say you are still suspicious of this man and boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Explain your grounds." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought," replied the president, rather meekly, "he might have taken + the bonds from the box and put in other papers." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That was not very probable. Moreover, he would hardly be likely to leave + the box in the village in the charge of a boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The boy might have been his confederate." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What is the boy's reputation in the village? Has he ever been detected in + any act of dishonesty?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not that I know of, but there is one suspicious circumstance to which I + would like to call your attention." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Since this happened Luke has come out in new clothes, and wears a silver + watch. The family is very poor, and he could not have had money to buy + them unless he obtained some outside aid." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What, then, do you infer?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That he has been handsomely paid for his complicity in the robbery." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What explanation does he personally give of this unusual expenditure?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He admits that they were paid for by this suspicious stranger." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Has the stranger—what is his name, by the way?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Roland Reed, he calls himself, but this, probably, is not his real name." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, has this Reed made his appearance in the village since?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If so, he has come during the night, and has not been seen by any of us." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't say I share your suspicion against Mr. Reed. Your theory that he + took out the bonds and substituted other papers is far-fetched and + improbable. As to the boy, I consider him honest and reliable." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you know Luke Larkin?" asked Mr. Duncan quickly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Last summer I observed him somewhat, and never saw anything wrong in + him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Appearances are deceitful," said the bank president sententiously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So I have heard," returned Mr. Armstrong dryly. "But let us go on. What + other steps have you taken to discover the lost box?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have had the bank vaults thoroughly searched," answered Duncan, trying + to make the best of a weak situation. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course. It is hardly to be supposed that it has been mislaid. Even if + it had been it would have turned up before this. Did you discover any + traces of the bank being forcibly entered?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; but the burglar may have covered his tracks." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There would have been something to show an entrance. What is the + character of the cashier and teller." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I know nothing to their disadvantage." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then neither have fallen under suspicion?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not as yet," answered the president pointedly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is evident," thought John Armstrong, "that Mr. Duncan is interested in + diverting suspicion from some quarter. He is willing that these men should + incur suspicion, though it is clear he has none in his own mind." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, what else have you done? Have you employed detectives?" asked + Armstrong, impatiently. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was about to do so," answered Mr. Duncan, in some embarrassment, "when + I heard that you were coming home, and I thought I would defer that matter + for your consideration." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Giving time in the meanwhile for the thief or thieves to dispose of their + booty? This is very strange conduct, Mr. Duncan." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I acted for the best," said Prince Duncan. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You have singular ideas of what is best, then," observed Mr. Armstrong + coldly. "It may be too late to remedy your singular neglect, but I will + now take the matter out of your hands, and see what I can do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Will you employ detectives?" asked Duncan, with evident uneasiness. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Armstrong eyed him sharply, and with growing suspicion. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't say what I will do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you the numbers of the missing bonds?" asked Duncan anxiously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not sure. I am afraid I have not." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Was it imagination, or did the bank president look relieved at this + statement? John Armstrong made a mental note of this. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + After eliciting the particulars of the disappearance of the bonds, John + Armstrong rose to go. He intended to return to the city, but he made up + his mind to see Luke first. He wanted to inquire the address of Roland + Reed. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII — LUKE SECURES A NEW FRIEND + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was engaged in copying when Mr. Armstrong called. Though he felt + surprised to see his visitor, Luke did not exhibit it in his manner, but + welcomed him politely, and invited him into the sitting-room. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have called to inquire the address of your friend, Mr. Roland Reed," + said Mr. Armstrong. Then, seeing a little uneasiness in Luke's face, he + added quickly: "Don't think I have the slightest suspicion of him as + regards the loss of the bonds. I wish only to consult him, being myself at + a loss what steps to take. He may be able to help me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Of course, Luke cheerfully complied with his request. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Has anything been heard yet at the bank?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Nothing whatever. In fact, it does not appear to me that any very serious + efforts have been made to trace the robber or robbers. I am left to + undertake the task myself." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If there is anything I can do to help you, Mr. Armstrong, I shall be very + glad to do so," said Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will bear that in mind, and may call upon you. As yet, my plans are not + arranged. Perhaps Mr. Reed, whom I take to be an experienced man of the + world, may be able to offer a suggestion. You seem to be at work," he + added, with a look at the table at which Luke had been sitting. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, I am making out some bills for Mr. Reed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is the work likely to occupy you long?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; I shall probably finish the work this week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And then your time will be at your disposal?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Pardon me the question, but I take it your means are limited?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; till recently they have been very limited—now, thanks to + Mr. Reed, who pays a liberal salary for his little girl's board, we are + very comfortable, and can get along very well, even if I do not + immediately find work." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear that. If I should hear of any employment likely to + please you I will send you word." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Would you object to leave home?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; there is little or no prospect in Groveton, and though my mother + would miss me, she now has company, and I should feel easier about leaving + her." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you can spare the time, won't you walk with me to the depot?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "With great pleasure, sir," and Luke went into the adjoining room to fetch + his hat, at the same time apprising his mother that he was going out. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + On the way to the depot Mr. Armstrong managed to draw out Luke with a view + to getting better acquainted with him, and forming an idea of his traits + of character. Luke was quite aware of this, but talked frankly and easily, + having nothing to conceal. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A thoroughly good boy, and a smart boy, too!" said Armstrong to himself. + "I must see if I can't give him a chance to rise. He seems absolutely + reliable." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + On the way to the depot they met Randolph Duncan, who eyed them curiously. + He recognized Mr. Armstrong as the owner of the stolen bonds—and was + a good deal surprised to see him in such friendly conversation with Luke. + Knowing Mr. Armstrong to be a rich man, he determined to claim + acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How do you do, Mr. Armstrong?" he said, advancing with an ingratiating + smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This is Randolph Duncan," said Luke—whom, by the way, Randolph had + not thought it necessary to notice. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I believe I have met the young gentleman before," said Mr. Armstrong + politely, but not cordially. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, I have seen you at our house," continued Randolph—"my + father is president of the Groveton Bank. He will be very glad to see you. + Won't you come home with me?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have already called upon your father," said Mr. Armstrong. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am very sorry your bonds were stolen, Mr. Armstrong." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not more than I am, I assure you," returned Mr. Armstrong, with a + quizzical smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Could I speak with you a moment in private, sir?" asked Randolph, with a + significant glance at Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly; Luke, will you cross the road a minute? Now, young man!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Probably you don't know that the boy you are walking with was suspected + of taking the box from the bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have heard so; but he was acquitted of the charge, wasn't he?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My father still believes that he had something to do with it, and so do + I," added Randolph, with an emphatic nod of his head. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Isn't he a friend of yours?" asked Mr. Armstrong quietly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed; we go to the same school, though father thinks of sending me + to an academy out of town soon, but there is no friendship between us. He + is only a working boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Humph! That is very much against him," observed Mr. Armstrong, but it was + hard to tell from his tone whether he spoke in earnest or ironically. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, he has to work, for the family is very poor. He's come out in + new clothes and a silver watch since the robbery. He says the strange man + from whom he received a tin box just like yours gave them to him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And you think he didn't get them in that way?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I think they were leagued together. I feel sure that man robbed the + bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Dear me, it does look suspicious!" remarked Armstrong. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If Luke was guiding you to the train, I will take his place, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, but perhaps I had better keep him with me, and cross-examine + him a little. I suppose I can depend upon your keeping your eyes upon him, + and letting me know of any suspicious conduct on his part?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, I will do it with pleasure," Randolph announced promptly. He + felt sure that he had excited Mr. Armstrong's suspicions, and defeated any + plans Luke might have cherished of getting in with the capitalist. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you anything more to communicate?" asked Mr. Armstrong, politely. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; I thought it best to put you on your guard." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I quite appreciate your motives, Master Randolph. I shall keep my eyes + open henceforth, and hope in time to discover the real perpetrator of the + robbery. Now, Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have dished you, young fellow!" thought Randolph, with a triumphant + glance at the unconscious Luke. He walked away in high self-satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke," said Mr. Armstrong, as they resumed their walk, "Randolph seems a + very warm friend of yours." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I never thought so," said Luke, with an answering smile. "I am glad if he + has changed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What arrangements do you think I have made with him?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have asked him to keep his eye on you, and, if he sees anything + suspicious, to let me know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke would have been disturbed by this remark, had not the smile on Mr. + Armstrong's face belied his words. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Does he think you are in earnest, sir?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, he has no doubt of it. He warned me of your character, and said + he was quite sure that you and your friend Mr. Reed were implicated in the + bank robbery. I told him I would cross-examine you, and see what I could + find out. Randolph told me that you were only a working boy, which I + pronounced to be very much against you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke laughed outright. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think you are fond of a practical joke, Mr. Armstrong," he said. "You + have fooled Randolph very neatly." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I had an object in it," said Mr. Armstrong quietly. "I may have occasion + to employ you in the matter, and if so, it will be well that no + arrangement is suspected between us. Randolph will undoubtedly inform his + father of what happened this morning." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "As I said before, sir, I am ready to do anything that lies in my power." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke could not help feeling curious as to the character of the service he + would be called upon to perform. He found it difficult to hazard a + conjecture, but one thing at least seemed clear, and this was that Mr. + Armstrong was disposed to be his friend, and as he was a rich man his + friendship was likely to amount to some thing. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + They had now reached the depot, and in ten minutes the train was due. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Don't wait if you wish to get to work, Luke," said Mr. Armstrong kindly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My work can wait; it is nearly finished," said Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The ten minutes passed rapidly, and with a cordial good-bye, the + capitalist entered the train, leaving Luke to return to his modest home in + good spirits. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have two influential friends, now," he said to himself—"Mr. Reed + and Mr. Armstrong. On the whole, Luke Larkin, you are in luck, your + prospects look decidedly bright, even if you have lost the janitorship." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII — RANDOLPH AND HIS CREDITOR + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Though Randolph was pleased at having, as he thought, put a spoke in + Luke's wheel, and filled Mr. Armstrong's mind with suspicion, he was not + altogether happy. He had a little private trouble of his own. He had now + for some time been a frequenter of Tony Denton's billiard saloon, + patronizing both the table and the bar. He had fallen in with a few young + men of no social standing, who flattered him, and, therefore, stood in his + good graces. With them he played billiards and drank. After a time he + found that he was exceeding his allowance, but in the most obliging way + Tony Denton had offered him credit. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course, Mr. Duncan"—Randolph felt flattered at being addressed + in this way—"of course, Mr. Duncan, your credit is good with me. If + you haven't the ready money, and I know most young gentlemen are liable to + be short, I will just keep an account, and you can settle at your + convenience." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This seemed very obliging, but I am disposed to think that a boy's worst + enemy is the one who makes it easy for him to run into debt. Randolph was + not wholly without caution, for he said: "But suppose, Tony, I am not able + to pay when you want the money?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, don't trouble yourself about that, Mr. Duncan," said Tony cordially. + "Of course, I know the standing of your family, and I am perfectly safe. + Some time you will be a rich man." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I suppose I shall," said Randolph, in a consequential tone. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And it is worth something to me to have my saloon patronized by a young + gentleman of your social standing." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Evidently, Tony Denton understood Randolph's weak point, and played on it + skillfully. He assumed an air of extra consequence, as he remarked + condescendingly: "You are very obliging, Tony, and I shall not forget it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton laughed in his sleeve at the boy's vanity, but his manner was + very respectful, and Randolph looked upon him as an humble friend and + admirer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is a sensible man, Tony; he understands what is due to my position," + he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + After Denton's visit to New York with Prince Duncan, and the knowledge + which he then acquired about the president of the Groveton Bank, he + decided that the time had come to cut short Randolph's credit with him. + The day of reckoning always comes in such cases, as I hope my young + friends will fully understand. Debt is much more easily contracted than + liquidated, and this Randolph found to his cost. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + One morning he was about to start on a game of billiards, when Tony Denton + called him aside. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I would like to speak a word to you, Mr. Duncan," he said smoothly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "All right, Tony," said Randolph, in a patronizing tone. "What can I do + for you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My rent comes due to-morrow, Mr. Duncan, and I should be glad if you + would pay me a part of your account. It has been running some time—" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph's jaw fell, and he looked blank. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How much do I owe you?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony referred to a long ledgerlike account-book, turned to a certain page, + and running his fingers down a long series of items, answered, + "Twenty-seven dollars and sixty cents." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It can't be so much!" ejaculated Randolph, in dismay. "Surely you have + made a mistake!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You can look for yourself," said Tony suavely. "Just reckon it up; I may + have made a little mistake in the sum total." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph looked over the items, but he was nervous, and the page swam + before his eyes. He was quite incapable of performing the addition, simple + as it was, in his then frame of mind. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I dare say you have added it up all right," he said, after an abortive + attempt to reckon it up, "but I can hardly believe that I owe you so + much." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "'Many a little makes a mickle,' as we Scotch say," answered Tony + cheerfully. "However, twenty-seven dollars is a mere trifle to a young man + like you. Come, if you'll pay me to-night, I'll knock off the sixty + cents." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It's quite impossible for me to do it," said Randolph, ill at ease. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Pay me something on account—say ten dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I haven't got but a dollar and a quarter in my pocket." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, you know where to go for more money," said Tony, with a wink. + "The old gentleman's got plenty." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not so sure about that—I mean that he is willing to pay out. + Of course, he's got plenty of money invested," added Randolph, who liked + to have it thought that his father was a great financial magnate. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, he can spare some for his son, I am sure." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Can't you let it go for a little while longer, Tony?" asked Randolph, + awkwardly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really, Mr. Duncan, I couldn't. I am a poor man, as you know, and have my + bills to pay." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I take it as very disobliging, Tony; I sha'n't care to patronize your + place any longer," said Randolph, trying a new tack. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I only care for patrons who are willing to pay their bills," he answered + significantly. "It doesn't pay me to keep my place open free." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course not; but I hope you are not afraid of me?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly not. I am sure you will act honorably and pay your bills. If I + thought you wouldn't, I would go and see your father about it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, you mustn't do that," said Randolph, alarmed. "He doesn't know I come + here." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And he won't know from me, if you pay what you owe." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Matters were becoming decidedly unpleasant for Randolph. The perspiration + gathered on his brow. He didn't know what to do. That his father would not + give him money for any such purpose, he very well knew, and he dreaded his + finding out where he spent so many of his evenings. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, don't trouble yourself about a trifle," said Tony smoothly. "Just go + up to your father, frankly, and tell him you want the money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He wouldn't give me twenty-seven dollars," said Randolph gloomily. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then ask for ten, and I'll wait for the balance till next week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Can't you put it all off till next week?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; I really couldn't, Mr. Duncan. What does it matter to you this week, + or next?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph wished to put off as long as possible the inevitable moment, + though he knew it would do him no good in the end. But Tony Denton was + inflexible—and he finally said: "Well, I'll make the attempt, but I + know I shall fail." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's all right; I knew you would look at it in the right light. Now, go + ahead and play your game." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't want to increase my debt." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I won't charge you for what you play this evening. Tony Denton can be + liberal as well as the next man. Only I have to collect money to pay my + bills." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph didn't know that all this had been prearranged by the obliging + saloon-keeper, and that, in now pressing him, he had his own object in + view. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The next morning, Randolph took an opportunity to see his father alone. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Father," he said, "will you do me a favor?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What is it, Randolph?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Let me have ten dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + His father frowned. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What do you want with ten dollars?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't like to go round without money in my pocket. It doesn't look well + for the son of a rich man." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who told you I was a rich man?" said his father testily. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why, you are, aren't you? Everybody in the village says so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I may, or may not, be rich, but I don't care to encourage my son in + extravagant habits. You say you have no money. Don't you have your regular + allowance?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is only two dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Only two dollars a week!" repeated the father angrily. "Let me tell you, + young man, that when I was of your age I didn't have twenty-five cents a + week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That was long ago. People lived differently from what they do now." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How did they?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They didn't live in any style." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They didn't spend money foolishly, as they do now. I don't see for my + part what you can do with even two dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it melts away, one way or another. I am your only son, and people + expect me to spend money. It is expected of one in my position." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So you can. I consider two dollars a week very liberal." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You'd understand better if you were a young fellow like me how hard it is + to get along on that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't want to understand," returned his father stoutly. "One thing I + understand, and that is, that the boys of the present day are foolishly + extravagant. Think of Luke Larkin! Do you think he spends two dollars even + in a month?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope you don't mean to compare me with a working boy like Luke?" + Randolph said scornfully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not sure but Luke would suit me better than you in some respects." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are speaking of Luke," said Randolph, with a lucky thought. "Well, + even he, working boy as he is, has a better watch than I, who am the son + of the president of the Groveton Bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you want the ten dollars to buy a better watch?" asked Prince Duncan. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Randolph, ready to seize on any pretext for the sake of + getting the money. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then wait till I go to New York again, and I will look at some watches. I + won't make any promise, but I may buy you one. I don't care about Luke + outshining you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This by no means answered Randolph's purpose. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Won't you let me go up to the city myself, father?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I prefer to rely upon my own judgment in a purchase of that kind." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It had occurred to Randolph that he would go to the city, and pretend on + his return that he had bought a watch but had his pocket picked. Of + course, his father would give him more than ten dollars for the purpose, + and he could privately pay it over to Tony Denton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + But this scheme did not work, and he made up his mind at last that he + would have to tell Tony he must wait. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He did so. Tony Denton, who fully expected this, and, for reasons of his + own, did not regret it, said very little to Randolph, but decided to go + round and see Prince Duncan himself. It would give him a chance to + introduce the other and more important matter. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was about this time that Linton's birthday-party took place. Randolph + knew, of course, that he would meet Luke, but he no longer had the + satisfaction of deriding his shabby dress. Our hero wore his best suit, + and showed as much ease and self-possession as Randolph himself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What airs that boy Luke puts on!" ejaculated Randolph, in disgust. "I + believe he thinks he is my equal." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + In this Randolph was correct. Luke certainly did consider himself the + social equal of the haughty Randolph, and the consciousness of being well + dressed made him feel at greater ease than at Florence Grant's party. He + had taken additional lessons in dancing from his friend Linton, and, being + quick to learn, showed no awkwardness on the floor. Linton's parents, by + their kind cordiality, contributed largely to the pleasure of their son's + guests, who at the end of the evening unanimously voted the party a + success. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV — A COMMISSION FOR LUKE + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Upon his return to the city, John Armstrong lost no time in sending for + Roland Reed. The latter, though rather surprised at the summons, answered + it promptly. When he entered the office of the old merchant he found him + sitting at his desk. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Armstrong?" he said inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's my name. You, I take it, are Roland Reed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No doubt you wonder why I sent for you," said Mr. Armstrong. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is it about the robbery of the Groveton Bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You have guessed it. You know, I suppose, that I am the owner of the + missing box of bonds?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So I was told. Have you obtained any clue?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have not had time. I have only just returned from Europe. I have done + nothing except visit Groveton." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What led you to send for me? Pardon my curiosity, but I can't help + asking." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "An interview with a protege of yours, Luke Larkin." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You know that Luke was arrested on suspicion of being connected with the + robbery, though there are those who pay me the compliment of thinking that + I may have had something to do with it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think you had as much to do with it as Luke Larkin," said Armstrong, + deliberately. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I had—just as much," said Reed, with a smile. "Luke is a good boy, + Mr. Armstrong." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I quite agree with you. If I had a son I should like him to resemble + Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Give me your hand on that, Mr. Armstrong," said Roland Reed, impulsively. + "Excuse my impetuosity, but I've taken a fancy to that boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There, then, we are agreed. Now, Mr. Reed, I will tell you why I have + taken the liberty of sending for you. From what Luke said, I judged that + you were a sharp, shrewd man of the world, and might help me in this + matter, which I confess puzzles me. You know the particulars, and + therefore, without preamble, I am going to ask you whether you have any + theory as regards this robbery. The box hasn't walked off without help. + Now, who took it from the bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If I should tell you my suspicion you might laugh at me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will promise not to do that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I believe that Prince Duncan, president of the Groveton Bank, could + tell you, if he chose, what has become of the box." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Extraordinary!" ejaculated John Armstrong. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I supposed you would be surprised—probably indignant, if you are a + friend of Duncan—but, nevertheless, I adhere to my statement." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You mistake the meaning of my exclamation. I spoke of it as + extraordinary, because the same suspicion has entered my mind, though, I + admit, without a special reason." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have a reason." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "May I inquire what it is?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I knew Prince Duncan when he was a young man, though he does not know me + now. In fact, I may as well admit that I was then known by another name. + He wronged me deeply at that time, being guilty of a crime which he + successfully laid upon my shoulders. No one in Groveton—no one of + his recent associates—knows the real nature of the man as well as I + do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You prefer not to go into particulars?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not at present." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "At all events you can give me your advice. To suspect amounts to little. + We must bring home the crime to him. It is here that I need your advice." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I understand that the box contained government bonds." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What were the denominations?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "One ten thousand dollar bond, one five, and ten of one thousand each." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It seems to me they ought to be traced. I suppose, of course, they were + coupon, not registered." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are right. Had they been registered, I should have been at no + trouble, nor would the thief have reaped any advantage." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If coupon, they are, of course, numbered. Won't that serve as a clue, + supposing an attempt is made to dispose of them?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You touch the weak point of my position. They are numbered, and I had a + list of the numbers, but that list has disappeared. It is either lost or + mislaid. Of course, I can't identify them." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is awkward. Wouldn't the banker of whom you bought them be able to + give you the numbers?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but I don't know where they were bought. I had at the time in my + employ a clerk and book-keeper, a steady-going and methodical man of + fifty-odd, who made the purchase, and no doubt has a list of the numbers + of the bonds." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then where is your difficulty?" asked Roland Reed, in surprise. "Go to + the clerk and put the question. What can be simpler?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But I don't know where he is." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Don't know where he is?" echoed Reed, in genuine surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; James Harding—this is his name—left my employ a year + since, having, through a life of economy, secured a competence, and went + out West to join a widowed sister who had for many years made her + residence there. Now, the West is a large place, and I don't know where + this sister lives, or where James Harding is to be found." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yet he must be found. You must send a messenger to look for him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But whom shall I send? In a matter of this delicacy I don't want to + employ a professional detective. Those men sometimes betray secrets + committed to their keeping, and work up a false clue rather than have it + supposed they are not earning their money. If, now, some gentleman in whom + I had confidence—someone like yourself—would undertake the + commission, I should esteem myself fortunate." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Armstrong, more especially as you are + putting confidence in a stranger, but I have important work to do that + would not permit me to leave New York at present. But I know of someone + whom I would employ, if the business were mine." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke Larkin." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But he is only a boy. He can't be over sixteen." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is a sharp boy, however, and would follow instructions." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + John Armstrong thought rapidly. He was a man who decided quickly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will take your advice," he said. "As I don't want to have it supposed + that he is in my employ, will you oblige me by writing to him and + preparing him for a journey? Let it be supposed that he is occupied with a + commission for you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will attend to the matter at once." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The next morning Luke received the following letter: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "MY DEAR LUKE: I have some work for you which will occupy some time and + require a journey. You will be well paid. Bring a supply of underclothing, + and assure your mother that she need feel under no apprehensions about + you. Unless I am greatly mistaken, you will be able to take care of + yourself. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Your friend, + </p> + <p> + </p> + <h3> + "ROLAND REED." + </h3> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke read the letter with excitement and pleasure. He was to go on a + journey, and to a boy of his age a journey of any sort is delightful. He + had no idea of the extent of the trip in store for him, but thought he + might possibly be sent to Boston, or Philadelphia, and either trip he felt + would yield him much pleasure. He quieted the natural apprehensions of his + mother, and, satchel in hand, waited upon his patron in the course of a + day. By him he was taken over to the office of Mr. Armstrong, from whom he + received instructions and a supply of money. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV — MR. J. MADISON COLEMAN + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke didn't shrink from the long trip before him. He enjoyed the prospect + of it, having always longed to travel and see distant places. He felt + flattered by Mr. Armstrong's confidence in him, and stoutly resolved to + deserve it. He would have been glad if he could have had the company of + his friend Linton, but he knew that this was impossible. He must travel + alone. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You have a difficult and perplexing task, Luke," said the capitalist. + "You may not succeed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will do my best, Mr. Armstrong." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is all I have a right to expect. If you succeed, you will do me a + great service, of which I shall show proper appreciation." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He gave Luke some instructions, and it was arranged that our hero should + write twice a week, and, if occasion required, oftener, so that his + employer might be kept apprised of his movements. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was not to stop short of Chicago. There his search was to begin; and + there, if possible, he was to obtain information that might guide his + subsequent steps. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It is a long ride to Chicago, as Luke found. He spent a part of the time + in reading, and a part in looking out of the window at the scenery, but + still, at times, he felt lonely. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wish Linton Tomkins were with me," he reflected. "What a jolly time we + would have!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + But Linton didn't even know what had become of his friend. Luke's absence + was an occasion for wonder at Groveton, and many questions were asked of + his mother. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He was sent for by Mr. Reed," answered the widow. "He is at work for + him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Reed is in New York, isn't he?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was concluded, therefore, that Luke was in New York, and one or two + persons proposed to call upon him there, but his mother professed + ignorance of his exact residence. She knew that he was traveling, but even + she was kept in the dark as to where he was, nor did she know that Mr. + Armstrong, and not Mr. Reed, was his employer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Some half dozen hours before reaching Chicago, a young man of twenty-five, + or thereabouts, sauntered along the aisle, and sat down in the vacant seat + beside Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Nice day," he said, affably. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Very nice," responded Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are bound to Chicago?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I expect to stay there awhile." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Going farther?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't tell yet." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Going to school out there?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you are traveling for some business firm, though you look pretty + young for that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I'm not a drummer, if that's what you mean. Still, I have a + commisison from a New York business man." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A commission—of what kind?" drawled the newcomer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is of a confidential character," said Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Ha! close-mouthed," thought the young man. "Well, I'll get it out of him + after awhile." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He didn't press the question, not wishing to arouse suspicion or mistrust. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Just so," he replied. "You are right to keep it to yourself, though you + wouldn't mind trusting me if you knew me better. Is this your first visit + to Chicago?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Suppose we exchange cards. This is mine." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He handed Luke a card, bearing this name. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <h3> + J. MADISON COLEMAN + </h3> + <p> + </p> + <p> + At the bottom of the card he wrote in pencil, "representing H. B. Claflin + & Co." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course you've heard of our firm," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't have the firm name printed on my card, for Claflin won't allow + it. You will notice that I am called for old President Madison. He was an + old friend of my grandfather. In fact, grandfather held a prominent office + under his administration— collector of the port of New York." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have no card with me," responded Luke. "But my name is Luke Larkin." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Good name. Do you live in New York?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; a few miles in the country." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And whom do you represent?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Myself for the most part," answered Luke, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Good! No one has a better right to. I see there's something in you, + Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You've found it out pretty quick," thought Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And I hope we will get better acquainted. If you're not permanently + employed by this party, whose name you don't give, I will get you into the + employ of Claflin & Co., if you would like it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," answered Luke, who thought it quite possible that he might + like to obtain a position with so eminent a firm. "How long have you been + with them?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Ten years—ever since I was of your age," promptly answered Mr. + Coleman. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is promotion rapid?" Luke asked, with interest. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, that depends on a man's capacity. I have been pushed right along. I + went there as a boy, on four dollars a week; now I'm a traveling salesman—drummer + as it is called—and I make about four thousand a year." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's a fine salary," said Luke, feeling that his new acquaintance must + be possessed of extra ability to occupy so desirable a position. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but I expect next year to get five thousand—Claflin knows I am + worth it, and as he is a liberal man, I guess he will give it sooner than + let me go." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose many do not get on so well, Mr. Coleman." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should say so! Now, there is a young fellow went there the same time + that I did—his name is Frank Bolton. We were schoolfellows together, + and just the same age, that is, nearly—he was born in April, and I + in May. Well, we began at the same time on the same salary. Now I get + sixty dollars a week and he only twelve—and he is glad to get that, + too." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose he hasn't much business capacity." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's where you've struck it, Luke. He knows about enough to be clerk in + a country store—and I suppose he'll fetch up there some day. You + know what that means—selling sugar, and tea, and dried apples to old + ladies, and occasionally measuring off a yard of calico, or selling a + spool of cotton. If I couldn't do better than that I'd hire out as a farm + laborer." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke smiled at the enumeration of the duties of a country salesman. It was + clear that Mr. Coleman, though he looked city-bred, must at some time in + the past have lived in the country. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps that is the way I should turn out," he said. "I might not rise + any higher than your friend Mr. Bolton." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, you would. You're smart enough, I'll guarantee. You might not + get on so fast as I have, for it isn't every young man of twenty-six that + can command four thousand dollars a year, but you would rise to a handsome + income, I am sure." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should be satisfied with two thousand a year at your age." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I would be willing to guarantee you that," asserted Mr. Coleman, + confidently. "By the way, where do you propose to put up in Chicago?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have not decided yet." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You'd better go with me to the Ottawa House." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is it a good house?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They'll feed you well there, and only charge two dollars a day" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is it centrally located?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It isn't as central as the Palmer, or Sherman, or Tremont, but it is + convenient to everything." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + I ought to say here that I have chosen to give a fictitious name to the + hotel designated by Mr. Coleman. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Come, what do you say?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have no objection," answered Luke, after a slight pause for reflection. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Indeed, it was rather pleasant to him to think that he would have a + companion on his first visit to Chicago who was well acquainted with the + city, and could serve as his guide. Though he should not feel justified in + imparting to Mr. Coleman his special business, he meant to see something + of the city, and would find his new friend a pleasant companion. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's good," said Coleman, well pleased. "I shall be glad to have your + company. I expected to meet a friend on the train, but something must have + delayed him, and so I should have been left alone." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose a part of your time will be given to business?" suggested Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but I take things easy; when I work, I work. I can accomplish as + much in a couple of hours as many would do in a whole day. You see, I + understand my customers. When soft sawder is wanted, I am soft sawder. + When I am dealing with a plain, businesslike man, I talk in a plain, + businesslike way. I study my man, and generally I succeed in striking him + for an order, even if times are hard and he is already well stocked." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He certainly knows how to talk," thought Luke. In fact, he was rather + disposed to accept Mr. Coleman at his own valuation, though that was a + very high one. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you smoke?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not at all." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not even a cigarette?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not even a cigarette." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was intending to ask you to go with me into the smoking-car for a short + time. I smoke a good deal; it is my only vice. You know we must all have + some vices." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke didn't see the necessity, but he assented, because it seemed to be + expected. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I won't be gone long. You'd better come along, too, and smoke a + cigarette. It is time you began to smoke. Most boys begin much earlier." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke shook his head. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't care to learn," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you're a good boy—one of the Sunday-school kind," said Coleman, + with a slight sneer. "You'll get over that after a while. You'll be here + when I come back?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke promised that he would, and for the next half hour he was left alone. + As his friend Mr. Coleman left the car, he followed him with his glance, + and surveyed him more attentively than he had hitherto done. The + commercial traveler was attired in a suit of fashionable plaid, wore a + showy necktie, from the center of which blazed a diamond scarfpin. A showy + chain crossed his vest, and to it was appended a large and showy watch, + which looked valuable, though appearances are sometimes deceitful. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He must spend a good deal of money," thought Luke. "I wonder that he + should be willing to go to a two-dollar-a-day hotel." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke, for his own part, was quite willing to go to the Ottawa House. He + had never fared luxuriously, and he had no doubt that even at the Ottawa + House he should live better than at home. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was nearer an hour than half an hour before Coleman came back. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I stayed away longer than I intended," he said. "I smoked three cigars, + instead of one, seeing you wasn't with me to keep me company. I found some + social fellows, and we had a chat." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coleman absented himself once or twice more. Finally, the train ran + into the depot, and the conductor called out, "Chicago!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Come along, Luke!" said Coleman. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The two left the car in company. Coleman hailed a cab—gave the + order, Ottawa House—and in less than five minutes they were rattling + over the pavements toward their hotel. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI — THE OTTAWA HOUSE + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + There was one little circumstance that led Luke to think favorably of his + new companion. As the hackman closed the door of the carriage, Luke asked: + "How much is the fare?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Fifty cents apiece, gentlemen," answered cabby. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was about to put his hand into his pocket for the money, when Coleman + touching him on the arm, said: "Never mind, Luke, I have the money," and + before our hero could expostulate he had thrust a dollar into the + cab-driver's hand. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "All right, thanks," said the driver, and slammed to the door. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You must let me repay you my part of the fare, Mr. Coleman," said Luke, + again feeling for his pocketbook. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it's a mere trifle!" said Coleman. "I'll let you pay next time, but + don't be so ceremonious with a friend." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But I would rather pay for myself," objected Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, say no more about it, I beg. Claflin provides liberally for my + expenses. It's all right." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But I don't want Claflin to pay for me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I assure you I'll get it out of you before we part. Will that + content you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke let the matter drop, but he didn't altogether like to find himself + under obligations to a stranger, notwithstanding his assurance, which he + took for a joke. He would have been surprised and startled if he had known + how thoroughly Coleman meant what he said about getting even. The fifty + cents he had with such apparent generosity paid out for Luke he meant to + get back a hundred-fold. His object was to gain Luke's entire confidence, + and remove any suspicion he might possibly entertain. In this respect he + was successful. Luke had read about designing strangers, but he certainly + could not suspect a man who insisted on paying his hack fare. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope you will not be disappointed in the Ottawa House," observed Mr. + Coleman, as they rattled through the paved streets. "It isn't a stylish + hotel." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not used to stylish living," said Luke, frankly. "I have always been + used to living in a very plain way." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "When I first went on the road I used to stop at the tip-top houses, such + as the Palmer at Chicago, the Russell House in Detroit, etc., but it's + useless extravagance. Claflin allows me a generous sum for hotels, and if + I go to a cheap one, I put the difference into my own pocket." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is that expected?" asked Luke, doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It's allowed, at any rate. No one can complain if I choose to live a + little plainer. When it pays in the way of business to stop at a big + hotel, I do so. Of course, your boss pays your expenses?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you'd better do as I do—put the difference in your own + pocket." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I shouldn't like to do that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why not? It is evident you are a new traveler, or you would know that it + is a regular thing." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke did not answer, but he adhered to his own view. He meant to keep a + careful account of his disbursements and report to Mr. Armstrong, without + the addition of a single penny. He had no doubt that he should be paid + liberally for his time, and he didn't care to make anything by extra + means. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The Ottawa House was nearly a mile and a half distant. It was on one of + the lower streets, near the lake. It was a plain building with + accommodations for perhaps a hundred and fifty guests. This would be large + for a country town or small city, but it indicated a hotel of the third + class in Chicago. I may as well say here, however, that it was a perfectly + respectable and honestly conducted hotel, notwithstanding it was selected + by Mr. Coleman, who could not with truth be complimented so highly. I will + also add that Mr. Coleman's selection of the Ottawa, in place of a more + pretentious hotel, arose from the fear that in the latter he might meet + someone who knew him, and who would warn Luke of his undesirable + reputation. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Jumping out of the hack, J. Madison Coleman led the way into the hotel, + and, taking pen in hand, recorded his name in large, flourishing letters—as + from New York. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Then he handed the pen to Luke, who registered himself also from New York. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Give us a room together," he said to the clerk. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke did not altogether like this arrangement, but hardly felt like + objecting. He did not wish to hurt the feelings of J. Madison Coleman, yet + he considered that, having known him only six hours, it was somewhat + imprudent to allow such intimacy. But he who hesitates is lost, and before + Luke had made up his mind whether to object or not, he was already part + way upstairs—there was no elevator—following the bellboy, who + carried his luggage. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The room, which was on the fourth floor, was of good size, and contained + two beds. So far so good. After the ride he wished to wash and put on + clean clothes. Mr. Coleman did not think this necessary, and saying to + Luke that he would find him downstairs, he left our hero alone. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wish I had a room alone," thought Luke. "I should like it much better, + but I don't want to offend Coleman. I've got eighty dollars in my + pocketbook, and though, of course, he is all right, I don't want to take + any risks." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + On the door he read the regulations of the hotel. One item attracted his + attention. It was this: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The proprietors wish distinctly to state that they will not be + responsible for money or valuables unless left with the clerk to be + deposited in the safe." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke had not been accustomed to stopping at hotels, and did not know that + this was the usual custom. It struck him, however, as an excellent + arrangement, and he resolved to avail himself of it. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When he went downstairs he didn't see Mr. Coleman. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Your friend has gone out," said the clerk. "He wished me to say that he + would be back in half an hour." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "All right," answered Luke. "Can I leave my pocketbook with you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The clerk wrapped it up in a piece of brown paper and put it away in the + safe at the rear of the office, marking it with Luke's name and the number + of his room. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There, that's safe!" thought Luke, with a feeling of relief. He had + reserved about three dollars, as he might have occasion to spend a little + money in the course of the evening. If he were robbed of this small amount + it would not much matter. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + A newsboy came in with an evening paper. Luke bought a copy and sat down + on a bench in the office, near a window. He was reading busily, when + someone tapped him on the shoulder. Looking up, he saw that it was his + roommate, J. Madison Coleman. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I've just been taking a little walk," he said, "and now I am ready for + dinner. If you are, too, let us go into the dining-room." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was glad to accept this proposal, his long journey having given him a + good appetite. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII — COLEMAN ACTS SUSPICIOUSLY + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + After dinner, Coleman suggested a game of billiards, but as this was a + game with which Luke was not familiar, he declined the invitation, but + went into the billiard-room and watched a game between his new + acquaintance and a stranger. Coleman proved to be a very good player, and + won the game. After the first game Coleman called for drinks, and invited + Luke to join them. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," answered Luke, "but I never drink." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I forgot; you're a good boy," said Coleman. "Well, I'm no Puritan. + Whisky straight for me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was not in the least troubled by the sneer conveyed in Coleman's + words. He was not altogether entitled to credit for refusing to drink, + having not the slightest taste for strong drink of any kind. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + About half-past seven Coleman put up his cue, saying: "That'll do for me. + Now, Luke, suppose we take a walk." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was quite ready, not having seen anything of Chicago as yet. They + strolled out, and walked for an hour. Coleman, to do him justice, proved + an excellent guide, and pointed out whatever they passed which was likely + to interest his young companion. But at last he seemed to be tired. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It's only half-past eight," he said, referring to his watch. "I'll drop + into some theater. It is the best way to finish up the evening." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I'll go back to the hotel," said Luke. "I feel tired, and mean to go + to bed early." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You'd better spend an hour or two in the theater with me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I believe not. I prefer a good night's rest." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you mind my leaving you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not at all." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Can you find your way back to the hotel alone?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you'll direct me, I think I can find it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The direction was given, and Coleman was turning off, when, as if it had + just occurred to him, he said: "By the way, can you lend me a five? I've + nothing less than a fifty-dollar bill with me, and I don't want to break + that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke congratulated himself now that he had left the greater part of his + money at the hotel. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can let you have a dollar," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman shrugged his shoulders, but answered: "All right; let me have the + one." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke did so, and felt now that he had more than repaid the fifty cents his + companion had paid for hack fare. Though Coleman had professed to have + nothing less than fifty, Luke knew that he had changed a five-dollar bill + at the hotel in paying for the drinks, and must have over four dollars + with him in small bills and change. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why, then," thought he, "did Coleman want to borrow five dollars of me?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + If Luke had known more of the world he would have understood that it was + only one of the tricks to which men like Coleman resort to obtain a loan, + or rather a gift, from an unsuspecting acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose I shall not see my money back," thought Luke. "Well, it will be + the last that he will get out of me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He was already becoming tired of his companion, and doubted whether he + would not find the acquaintance an expensive one. He was sorry that they + were to share the same room. However, it was for one night only, and + to-morrow he was quite resolved to part company. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Shortly after nine o'clock Luke went to bed, and being fatigued with his + long journey, was soon asleep. He was still sleeping at twelve o'clock, + when Coleman came home. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman came up to his bed and watched him attentively. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The kid's asleep," he soliloquized. "He's one of the good Sunday-school + boys. I can imagine how shocked he would be if he knew that, instead of + being a traveler for H. B. Claflin, I have been living by my wits for the + last half-dozen years. He seems to be half asleep. I think I can venture + to explore a little." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He took Luke's trousers from the chair on which he had laid them, and + thrust his fingers into the pockets, but brought forth only a penknife and + a few pennies. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He keeps his money somewhere else, it seems," said Coleman. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Next he turned to the vest, and from the inside vest pocket drew out + Luke's modest pocketbook. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, here we have it," thought Coleman, with a smile. "Cunning boy; he + thought nobody would think of looking in his vest pocket. Well, let us see + how much he has got." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He opened the pocketbook, and frowned with disappointment when he + discovered only a two-dollar bill. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What does it mean? Surely he hasn't come to Chicago with only this paltry + sum!" exclaimed Coleman. "He must be more cunning than I thought." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He looked in the coat pockets, the shoes, and even the socks of his young + companion, but found nothing, except the silver watch, which Luke had left + in one of his vest pockets. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Confound the boy! He's foiled me this time!" muttered Coleman. "Shall I + take the watch? No; it might expose me, and I could not raise much on it + at the pawnbroker's. He must have left his money with the clerk + downstairs. He wouldn't think of it himself, but probably he was advised + to do so before he left home. I'll get up early, and see if I can't get in + ahead of my young friend." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman did not venture to take the two-dollar bill, as that would have + induced suspicion on the part of Luke, and would have interfered with his + intention of securing the much larger sum of money, which, as he concluded + rightly, was in the safe in the office. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He undressed and got into bed, but not without observation. As he was + bending over Luke's clothes, examining them, our hero's eyes suddenly + opened, and he saw what was going on. It flashed upon him at once what + kind of a companion he had fallen in with, but he had the wisdom and + self-control to close his eyes again immediately. He reflected that there + was not much that Coleman could take, and if he took the watch he resolved + to charge him openly with it. To make a disturbance there and then might + be dangerous, as Coleman, who was much stronger than he, might ill-treat + and abuse him, without his being able to offer any effectual resistance. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII — COLEMAN'S LITTLE PLAN + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Though Coleman went to bed late, he awoke early. He had the power of + awaking at almost any hour that he might fix. He was still quite fatigued, + but having an object in view, overcame his tendency to lie longer, and + swiftly dressing himself, went downstairs. Luke was still sleeping, and + did not awaken while his companion was dressing. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman went downstairs and strolled up to the clerk's desk, + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You're up early," said that official. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it's a great nuisance, but I have a little business to attend to + with a man who leaves Chicago by an early train. I tried to find him last + night, but he had probably gone to some theater. That is what has forced + me to get up so early this morning." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am always up early," said the clerk. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you are used to it, and don't mind it. It is different with me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman bought a cigar, and while he was lighting it, remarked, as if + incidentally: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "By the way, did my young friend leave my money with you last evening?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He left a package of money with me, but he didn't mention it was yours." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Forgot to, I suppose. I told him to leave it here, as I was going out to + the theater, and was afraid I might have my pocket picked. Smart fellows, + those pickpockets. I claim to be rather smart myself, but there are some + of them smart enough to get ahead of me. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was relieved of my pocketbook containing over two hundred dollars in + money once. By Jove! I was mad enough to knock the fellow's head off, if I + had caught him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is rather provoking." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think I'll trouble you to hand me the money the boy left with you, as I + have to use some this morning." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coleman spoke in an easy, off-hand way, that might have taken in some + persons, but hotel clerks are made smart by their positions. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry, Mr. Coleman," said the clerk, "but I can only give it back to + the boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I commend your caution, my friend," said Coleman, "but I can assure you + that it's all right. I sent it back by Luke when I was going to the + theater, and I meant, of course, to have him give my name with it. + However, he is not used to business, and so forgot it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "When did you hand it to him?" asked the clerk, with newborn suspicion. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "About eight o'clock. No doubt he handed it in as soon as he came back to + the hotel." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How much was there?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This question posed Mr. Coleman, as he had no idea how much money Luke had + with him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't say exactly," he answered. "I didn't count it. There might have + been seventy-five dollars, though perhaps the sum fell a little short of + that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't give you the money, Mr. Coleman," said the clerk, briefly. "I + have no evidence that it is yours." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really, that's ludicrous," said Coleman, with a forced laugh. "You don't + mean to doubt me, I hope," and Madison Coleman drew himself up haughtily. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That has nothing to do with it. The rule of this office is to return + money only to the person who deposited it with us. If we adopted any other + rule, we should get into no end of trouble." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But, my friend," said Coleman, frowning, "you are putting me to great + inconvenience. I must meet my friend in twenty minutes and pay him a part + of this money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have nothing to do with that," said the clerk. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You absolutely refuse, then?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I do," answered the clerk, firmly. "However, you can easily overcome the + difficulty by bringing the boy down here to authorize me to hand you the + money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It seems to me that you have plenty of red tape here," said Coleman, + shrugging his shoulders. "However, I must do as you require." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman had a bright thought, which he proceeded to carry into execution. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He left the office and went upstairs. He was absent long enough to visit + the chamber which he and Luke had occupied together. Then he reported to + the office again. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The boy is not dressed," he said, cheerfully. "However, he has given me + an order for the money, which, of course, will do as well." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He handed a paper, the loose leaf of a memorandum book, on which were + written in pencil these words: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Give my guardian, Mr. Coleman, the money I left on deposit at the office. + LUKE LARKIN." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That makes it all right, doesn't it?" asked Coleman, jauntily. "Now, if + you'll be kind enough to hand me my money at once, I'll be off." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It won't do, Mr. Coleman," said the clerk. "How am I to know that the boy + wrote this?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Don't you see his signature?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The clerk turned to the hotel register, where Luke had enrolled his name. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The handwriting is not the same," he said, coldly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, confound it!" exclaimed Coleman, testily. "Can't you understand that + writing with a pencil makes a difference?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I understand," said the clerk, "that you are trying to get money that + does not belong to you. The money was deposited a couple of hours sooner + than the time you claim to have handed it to the boy—just after you + and the boy arrived." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You're right," said Coleman, unabashed. "I made a mistake." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You cannot have the money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You have no right to keep it from me," said Coleman, wrathfully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Bring the boy to the office and it shall be delivered to him; then, if he + chooses to give it to you, I have nothing to say." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But I tell you he is not dressed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He seems to be," said the clerk, quietly, with a glance at the door, + through which Luke was just entering. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman's countenance changed. He was now puzzled for a moment. Then a + bold plan suggested itself. He would charge Luke with having stolen the + money from him. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX — MR. COLEMAN IS FOILED IN HIS ATTEMPT + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke looked from Coleman to the clerk in some surprise. He saw from their + looks that they were discussing some matter which concerned him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You left some money in my charge yesterday, Mr. Larkin," said the clerk. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Your friend here claims it. Am I to give it to him?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's eyes lighted up indignantly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What does this mean, Mr. Coleman?" he demanded, sternly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It means," answered Coleman, throwing off the mask, "that the money is + mine, and that you have no right to it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + If Luke had not witnessed Coleman's search of his pockets during the + night, he would have been very much astonished at this brazen statement. + As it was, he had already come to the conclusion that his railroad + acquaintance was a sharper. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will trouble you to prove your claim to it," said Luke, not at all + disturbed by Coleman's impudent assertion. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I gave it to you yesterday to place in the safe. I did not expect you + would put it in in your own name," continued Coleman, with brazen + hardihood. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "When did you hand it to me?" asked Luke, calmly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "When we first went up into the room." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This change in his original charge Coleman made in consequence of learning + the time of the deposit. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This is an utter falsehood!" exclaimed Luke, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Take care, young fellow!" blustered Coleman. "Your reputation for honesty + isn't of the best. I don't like to expose you, but a boy who has served a + three months' term in the penitentiary had better be careful how he acts." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's breath was quite taken away by this unexpected attack. The clerk + began to eye him with suspicion, so confident was Coleman's tone. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Lawrence," said Luke, for he had learned the clerk's name, "will you + allow me a word in private?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I object to this," said Coleman, in a blustering tone. "Whatever you have + to say you can say before me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered the clerk, who did not like Coleman's bullying tone, "I + will hear what you have to say." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He led the way into an adjoining room, and assumed an air of attention. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This man is a stranger to me," Luke commenced. "I saw him yesterday + afternoon for the first time in my life." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But he says he is your guardian." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is no more my guardian than you are. Indeed, I would much sooner + select you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How did you get acquainted?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He introduced himself to me as a traveler for H. B. Claflin, of New York. + I did not doubt his statement at the time, but now I do, especially after + what happened in the night." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What was that?" asked the clerk, pricking up his ears. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke went on to describe Coleman's search of his pockets. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did you say anything?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No. I wished to see what he was after. As I had left nearly all my money + with you, I was not afraid of being robbed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I presume your story is correct. In fact, I detected him in a + misstatement as to the time of giving you the money. But I don't want to + get into trouble." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Ask him how much money I deposited with you," suggested Luke. "He has no + idea, and will have to guess." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have asked him the question once, but will do so again." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The clerk returned to the office with Luke. Coleman eyed them uneasily, as + if he suspected them of having been engaged in a conspiracy against him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well," he said, "are you going to give me my money?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "State the amount," said the clerk, in a businesslike manner. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have already told you that I can't state exactly. I handed the money to + Luke without counting it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You must have some idea, at any rate," said the clerk. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course I have. There was somewhere around seventy-five dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This he said with a confidence which he did not feel, for it was, of + course, a mere guess. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are quite out in your estimate, Mr. Coleman. It is evident to me that + you have made a false claim. You will oblige me by settling your bill and + leaving the hotel." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I will submit to such treatment?" demanded Coleman, + furiously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think you'll have to," returned the clerk, quietly. "You can go in to + breakfast, if you like, but you must afterward leave the hotel. John," + this to a bellboy, "go up to number forty-seven and bring down this + gentleman's luggage." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You and the boy are in a conspiracy against me!" exclaimed Coleman, + angrily. "I have a great mind to have you both arrested!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I advise you not to attempt it. You may get into trouble." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman apparently did think better of it. Half an hour later he left the + hotel, and Luke found himself alone. He decided that he must be more + circumspect hereafter. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX — A DISCOVERY + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke was in Chicago, but what to do next he did not know. He might have + advertised in one or more of the Chicago papers for James Harding, + formerly in the employ of John Armstrong, of New York, but if this should + come to the knowledge of the party who had appropriated the bonds, it + might be a revelation of the weakness of the case against them. Again, he + might apply to a private detective, but if he did so, the case would pass + out of his hands. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke had this piece of information to start upon. He had been informed + that Harding left Mr. Armstrong's employment June 17, 1879, and, as was + supposed, at once proceeded West. If he could get hold of a file of some + Chicago daily paper for the week succeeding, he might look over the last + arrivals, and ascertain at what hotel Harding had stopped. This would be + something. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where can I examine a file of some Chicago daily paper for 1879, Mr. + Lawrence?" he asked of the clerk. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Right here," answered the clerk. "Mr. Goth, the landlord, has a file of + the Times for the last ten years." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Would he let me examine the volume for 1879?" asked Luke, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly. I am busy just now, but this afternoon I will have the papers + brought down to the reading-room." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He was as good as his word, and at three o'clock in the afternoon Luke sat + down before a formidable pile of papers, and began his task of + examination. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He began with the paper bearing date June 19, and examined that and the + succeeding papers with great care. At length his search was rewarded. In + the paper for June 23 Luke discovered the name of James Harding, and, what + was a little singular, he was registered at the Ottawa House. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke felt quite exultant at this discovery. It might not lead to anything, + to be sure, but still it was an encouragement, and seemed to augur well + for his ultimate success. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He went with his discovery to his friend the clerk. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Were you here in June, 1879, Mr. Lawrence?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I came here in April of that year." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course, you could hardly be expected to remember a casual guest?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid not. What is his name?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "James Harding." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "James Harding! Yes, I do remember him, and for a very good reason. He + took a very severe cold on the way from New York, and he lay here in the + hotel sick for two weeks. He was an elderly man, about fifty-five, I + should suppose." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That answers to the description given me. Do you know where he went to + from here?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There you have me. I can't give you any information on that point." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke began to think that his discovery would lead to nothing. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Stay, though," said the clerk, after a moment's thought. "I remember + picking up a small diary in Mr. Harding's room after he left us. I didn't + think it of sufficient value to forward to him, nor indeed did I know + exactly where to send." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Can you show me the diary?" asked Luke, hopefully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I have it upstairs in my chamber. Wait five minutes and I will get + it for you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + A little later a small, black-covered diary was put in Luke's hand. He + opened it eagerly, and began to examine the items jotted down. It appeared + partly to note down daily expenses, but on alternate pages there were + occasional memorandums. About the fifteenth of May appeared this sentence: + "I have reason to think that my sister, Mrs. Ellen Ransom, is now living + in Franklin, Minnesota. She is probably in poor circumstances, her husband + having died in poverty a year since. We two are all that is left of a once + large family, and now that I am shortly to retire from business with a + modest competence, I feel it will be alike my duty and my pleasure to join + her, and do what I can to make her comfortable. She has a boy who must now + be about twelve years old." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Come," said Luke, triumphantly, "I am making progress decidedly. My first + step will be to go to Franklin, Minnesota, and look up Mr. Harding and his + sister. After all, I ought to be grateful to Mr. Coleman, notwithstanding + his attempt to rob me. But for him I should never have come to the Ottawa + House, and thus I should have lost an important clue." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke sat down immediately and wrote to Mr. Armstrong, detailing the + discovery he had made—a letter which pleased his employer, and led + him to conclude that he had made a good choice in selecting Luke for this + confidential mission. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The next day Luke left Chicago and journeyed by the most direct route to + Franklin, Minnesota. He ascertained that it was forty miles distant from + St. Paul, a few miles off the railroad. The last part of the journey was + performed in a stage, and was somewhat wearisome. He breathed a sigh of + relief when the stage stopped before the door of a two-story inn with a + swinging sign, bearing the name Franklin House. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke entered his name on the register and secured a room. He decided to + postpone questions till he had enjoyed a good supper and felt refreshed. + Then he went out to the desk and opened a conversation with the landlord, + or rather submitted first to answering a series of questions propounded by + that gentleman. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You're rather young to be travelin' alone, my young friend," said the + innkeeper. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where might you be from?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "From New York." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you're a long way from home. Travelin' for your health?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Luke, with a smile. "I have no trouble with my health." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You do look pretty rugged, that's a fact. Goin' to settle down in our + State?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think not." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I reckon you're not travelin' on business? You're too young for a + drummer." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The fact is, I am in search of a family that I have been told lives, or + used to live, in Franklin." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What's the name?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The lady is a Mrs. Ransom. I wish to see her brother-in-law, Mr. James + Harding." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Sho! You'll have to go farther to find them." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Don't they live here now?" asked Luke, disappointed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; they moved away six months ago." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you know where they went?" asked Luke, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not exactly. You see, there was a great stir about gold being plenty in + the Black Hills, and Mr. Harding, though he seemed to be pretty well + fixed, thought he wouldn't mind pickin' up a little. He induced his sister + to go with him—that is, her boy wanted to go, and so she, not + wantin' to be left alone, concluded to go, too." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So they went to the Black Hills. Do you think it would be hard to find + them?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; James Harding is a man that's likely to be known wherever he is. Just + go to where the miners are thickest, and I allow you'll find him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke made inquiries, and ascertaining the best way of reaching the Black + Hills, started the next day. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If I don't find James Harding, it's because I can't," he said to himself + resolutely. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI — TONY DENTON'S CALL + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Leaving Luke on his way to the Black Hills, we will go back to Groveton, + to see how matters are moving on there. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton had now the excuse he sought for calling upon Prince Duncan. + Ostensibly, his errand related to the debt which Randolph had incurred at + his saloon, but really he had something more important to speak of. It may + be remarked that Squire Duncan, who had a high idea of his own personal + importance, looked upon Denton as a low and insignificant person, and + never noticed him when they met casually in the street. It is difficult to + play the part of an aristocrat in a country village, but that is the role + which Prince Duncan assumed. Had he been a prince in reality, as he was by + name, he could not have borne himself more loftily when he came face to + face with those whom he considered his inferiors. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When, in answer to the bell, the servant at Squire Duncan's found Tony + Denton standing on the doorstep, she looked at him in surprise. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is the squire at home?" asked the saloon keeper. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I believe so," said the girl, doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I would like to see him. Say Mr. Denton wishes to see him on important + business." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The message was delivered. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Denton!" repeated the squire, in surprise. "Is it Tony Denton?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What can he wish to see me about?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He says it's business of importance, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, bring him in." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan assumed his most important attitude and bearing when his + visitor entered his presence. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr.—ahem!—Denton, I believe?" he said, as if he found + difficulty in recognizing Tony. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The same." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am—ahem!—surprised to hear that you have any business with + me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yet so it is, Squire Duncan," said Tony, not perceptibly overawed by the + squire's grand manner. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Elucidate it!" said Prince Duncan, stiffly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You may not be aware, Squire Duncan, that your son Randolph has for some + time frequented my billiard saloon and has run up a sum of twenty-seven + dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was certainly not aware of it. Had I been, I should have forbidden his + going there. It is no proper place for my son to frequent." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, I don't know about that. It's respectable enough, I guess. At any + rate, he seemed to like it, and at his request, for he was not always + provided with money, I trusted him till his bill comes to twenty-seven + dollars—" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You surely don't expect me to pay it!" said the squire, coldly. "He is a + minor, as you very well know, and when you trusted him you knew you + couldn't legally collect your claim." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, squire, I thought I'd take my chances," said Tony, carelessly. "I + didn't think you'd be willing to have him owing bills around the village. + You're a gentleman, and I was sure you'd settle the debt." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then, sir, you made a very great mistake. Such bills as that I do not + feel called upon to pay. Was it all incurred for billiards?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; a part of it was for drinks." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Worse and worse! How can you have the face to come here, Mr. Denton, and + tell me that?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't think it needs any face, squire. It's an honest debt." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You deliberately entrapped my son, and lured him into your saloon, where + he met low companions, and squandered his money and time in drinking and + low amusements." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Come, squire, you're a little too fast. Billiards ain't low. Did you ever + see Schaefer and Vignaux play?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; I take no interest in the game. In coming here you have simply + wasted your time. You will get no money from me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you won't pay your son's debt?" asked Tony Denton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Instead of rising to go, Tony Denton kept his seat. He regarded Squire + Duncan attentively. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry, sir," said Prince Duncan, impatiently. "I shall have to cut + short this interview." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will detain you only five minutes, sir. Have you ascertained who robbed + the bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have no time for gossip. No, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you would welcome any information on the subject?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Duncan looked at his visitor now with sharp attention. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you know anything about it?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, perhaps I do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Were you implicated in it?" was the next question. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton smiled a peculiar smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I wasn't," he answered. "If I had been, I don't think I should have + called upon you about the matter. But—I think I know who robbed the + bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who, then?" demanded the squire, with an uneasy look. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton rose from his chair, advanced to the door, which was a little + ajar, and closed it. Then he resumed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "One night late—it was after midnight—I was taking a walk, + having just closed my saloon, when it happened that my steps led by the + bank. It was dark—not a soul probably in the village was awake save + myself, when I saw the door of the bank open and a muffled figure came out + with a tin box under his arm. I came closer, yet unobserved, and peered at + the person. I recognized him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You recognized him?" repeated the squire, mechanically, his face pale and + drawn. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; do you want to know who it was?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan stared at him, but did not utter a word. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It was you, the president of the bank!" continued Denton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Nonsense, man!" said Duncan, trying to regain his self-control. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is not nonsense. I can swear to it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I mean that it is nonsense about the robbery. I visited the bank to + withdraw a box of my own." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course you can make that statement before the court?" said Tony + Denton, coolly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But—but—you won't think of mentioning this circumstance?" + muttered the squire. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Will you pay Randolph's bill?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes—yes; I'll draw a check at once." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So far, so good; but it isn't far enough. I want more." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You want more?" ejaculated the squire. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I want a thousand-dollar government bond. It's cheap enough for such + a secret." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But I haven't any bonds." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You can find me one," said Tony, emphatically, "or I'll tell what I know + to the directors. You see, I know more than that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What do you know?" asked Duncan, terrified. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I know that you disposed of a part of the bonds on Wall Street, to Sharp + & Ketchum. I stood outside when you were up in their office." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Great beads of perspiration gathered upon the banker's brow. This blow was + wholly unexpected, and he was wholly unprepared for it. He made a feeble + resistance, but in the end, when Tony Denton left the house he had a + thousand-dollar bond carefully stowed away in an inside pocket, and Squire + Duncan was in such a state of mental collapse that he left his supper + untasted. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph was very much surprised when he learned that his father had paid + his bill at the billiard saloon, and still more surprised that the squire + made very little fuss about it. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII — ON THE WAY TO THE BLACK HILLS + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Just before Luke started for the Black Hills, he received the following + letter from his faithful friend Linton. It was sent to New York to the + care of Mr. Reed, and forwarded, it not being considered prudent to have + it known at Groveton where he was. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Dear Luke," the letter commenced, "it seems a long time since I have seen + you, and I can truly say that I miss you more than I would any other boy + in Groveton. I wonder where you are—your mother does not seem to + know. She only knows you are traveling for Mr. Reed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There is not much news. Groveton, you know, is a quiet place. I see + Randolph every day. He seems very curious to know where you are. I think + he is disturbed because you have found employment elsewhere. He professes + to think that you are selling newspapers in New York, or tending a peanut + stand, adding kindly that it is all you are fit for. I have heard a rumor + that he was often to be seen playing billiards at Tony Denton's, but I + don't know whether it is true. I sometimes think it would do him good to + become a poor boy and have to work for a living. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "We are going to Orchard Beach next summer, as usual, and in the fall + mamma may take me to Europe to stay a year to learn the French language. + Won't that be fine? I wish you could go with me, but I am afraid you can't + sell papers or peanuts enough—which is it?—to pay expenses. + How long are you going to be away? I shall be glad to see you back, and so + will Florence Grant, and all your other friends, of whom you have many in + Groveton. Write soon to your affectionate friend, + </p> + <p> + </p> + <h3> + "LINTON." + </h3> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This letter quite cheered up Luke, who, in his first absence from home, + naturally felt a little lonely at times. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Linny is a true friend," he said. "He is just as well off as Randolph, + but never puts on airs. He is as popular as Randolph is unpopular. I wish + I could go to Europe with him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Upon the earlier portions of Luke's journey to the Black Hills we need not + dwell. The last hundred or hundred and fifty miles had to be traversed in + a stage, and this form of traveling Luke found wearisome, yet not without + interest. There was a spice of danger, too, which added excitement, if not + pleasure, to the trip. The Black Hills stage had on more than one occasion + been stopped by highwaymen and the passengers robbed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The thought that this might happen proved a source of nervous alarm to + some, of excitement to others. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's fellow passengers included a large, portly man, a merchant from + some Western city; a clergyman with a white necktie, who was sent out by + some missionary society to start a church at the Black Hills; two or three + laboring men, of farmerlike appearance, who were probably intending to + work in the mines; one or two others, who could not be classified, and a + genuine dude, as far as appearance went, a slender-waisted, soft-voiced + young man, dressed in the latest style, who spoke with a slight lisp. He + hailed from the city of New York, and called himself Mortimer Plantagenet + Sprague. As next to himself, Luke was the youngest passenger aboard the + stage, and sat beside him, the two became quite intimate. In spite of his + affected manners and somewhat feminine deportment, Luke got the idea that + Mr. Sprague was not wholly destitute of manly traits, if occasion should + call for their display. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + One day, as they were making three miles an hour over a poor road, the + conversation fell upon stage robbers. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What would you do, Colonel Braddon," one passenger asked of the Western + merchant, "if the stage were stopped by a gang of ruffians?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Shoot 'em down like dogs, sir," was the prompt reply. "If passengers were + not so cowardly, stages would seldom be robbed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + All the passengers regarded the valiant colonel with admiring respect, and + congratulated themselves that they had with them so doughty a champion in + case of need. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "For my part," said the missionary, "I am a man of peace, and I must + perforce submit to these men of violence, if they took from me the modest + allowance furnished by the society for traveling expenses." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No doubt, sir," said Colonel Braddon. "You are a minister, and men of + your profession are not expected to fight. As for my friend Mr. Sprague," + and he directed the attention of the company derisively to the New York + dude, "he would, no doubt, engage the robbers single-handed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," drawled Mortimer Sprague. "I am afraid I couldn't tackle + more than two, don't you know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + There was a roar of laughter, which did not seem to disturb Mr. Sprague. + He did not seem to be at all aware that his companions were laughing at + him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps, with the help of my friend, Mr. Larkin," he added, "I might be a + match for three." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + There was another burst of laughter, in which Luke could not help joining. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid I could not help you much, Mr. Sprague," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think, Mr. Sprague," said Colonel Braddon, "that you and I will have to + do the fighting if any attack is made. If our friend the minister had one + of his sermons with him, perhaps that would scare away the highwaymen." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It would not be the first time they have had an effect on godless men," + answered the missionary, mildly, and there was another laugh, this time at + the colonel's expense. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What takes you to the Black Hills, my young friend?" asked Colonel + Braddon, addressing Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Other passengers awaited Luke's reply with interest. It was unusual to + find a boy of sixteen traveling alone in that region. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope to make some money," answered Luke, smiling. "I suppose that is + what we are all after." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He didn't think it wise to explain his errand fully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to dig for gold, Mr. Larkin?" asked Mortimer Sprague. "It's + awfully dirty, don't you know, and must be dreadfully hard on the back." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Probably I am more used to hard work than you, Mr. Sprague," answered + Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I never worked in my life," admitted the dude. "I really don't know a + shovel from a hoe." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then, if I may be permitted to ask," said Colonel Braddon, "what leads + you to the Black Hills, Mr. Sprague?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought I'd better see something of the country, you know. Besides, I + had a bet with another feller about whether the hills were weally black, + or not. I bet him a dozen bottles of champagne that they were not black, + after all." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This statement was received with a round of laughter, which seemed to + surprise Mr. Sprague, who gazed with mild wonder at his companions, + saying: "Weally, I can't see what you fellers are laughing at. I thought + I'd better come myself, because the other feller might be color-blind, + don't you know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Here Mr. Sprague rubbed his hands and looked about him to see if his joke + was appreciated. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It seems to me that the expense of your journey will foot up considerably + more than a dozen bottles of champagne," said one of the passengers. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Weally, I didn't think of that. You've got a great head, old fellow. + After all, a feller's got to be somewhere, and, by Jove!— What's + that?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This ejaculation was produced by the sudden sinking of the two left wheels + in the mire in such a manner that the ponderous Colonel Braddon was thrown + into Mr. Sprague's lap. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You see, I had to go somewhere," said Braddon, humorously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Weally, I hope we sha'n't get mixed," gasped Sprague. "If it's all the + same to you, I'd rather sit in your lap." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Just a little incident of travel, my dear sir," said Braddon, laughing, + as he resumed his proper seat. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should call it rather a large incident," said Mr. Sprague, recovering + his breath. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose," said Braddon, who seemed rather disposed to chaff his slender + traveling companion, "if you like the Black Hills; you may buy one of + them." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I may," answered Mr. Sprague, letting his glance rest calmly on his big + companion. "Suppose we buy one together." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Colonel Braddon laughed, but felt that his joke had not been successful. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The conversation languished after awhile. It was such hard work riding in + a lumbering coach, over the most detestable roads, that the passengers + found it hard to be sociable. But a surprise was in store. The coach made + a sudden stop. Two horsemen appeared at the window, and a stern voice + said: "We'll trouble you to get out, gentlemen. We'll take charge of what + money and valuables you have about you." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII — TWO UNEXPECTED CHAMPIONS + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It may well be imagined that there was a commotion among the passengers + when this stern summons was heard. The highwaymen were but two in number, + but each was armed with a revolver, ready for instant use. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + One by one the passengers descended from the stage, and stood trembling + and panic-stricken in the presence of the masked robbers. There seems to + be something in a mask which inspires added terror, though it makes the + wearers neither stronger nor more effective. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke certainly felt startled and uncomfortable, for he felt that he must + surrender the money he had with him, and this would be inconvenient, + though the loss would not be his, but his employer's. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + But, singularly enough, the passenger who seemed most nervous and + terrified was the stalwart Colonel Braddon, who had boasted most noisily + of what he would do in case the stage were attacked. He nervously felt in + his pockets for his money, his face pale and ashen, and said, imploringly: + "Spare my life, gentlemen; I will give you all I have." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "All right, old man," said one of the stage robbers, as he took the + proffered pocketbook. "Haven't you any more money?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No; on my honor, gentlemen. It will leave me penniless." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Hand over your watch." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + With a groan, Colonel Braddon handed over a gold stem-winder, of Waltham + make. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Couldn't you leave me the watch, gentlemen?" he said, imploringly. "It + was a present to me last Christmas." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Can't spare it. Make your friends give you another." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Next came the turn of Mortimer Sprague, the young dude. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Hand over your spondulics, young feller," said the second gentleman of + the road. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Weally, I'm afraid I can't, without a good deal of twouble." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, curse the trouble; do as I bid, or I'll break your silly head." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You see, gentlemen, I keep my money in my boots, don't you know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Take off your boots, then, and be quick about it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't; that is, without help. They're awfully tight, don't you know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Which boot is your money in?" asked the road agent, impatiently. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The right boot." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Hold it up, then, and I'll help you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The road agent stooped over, not suspecting any danger, and in doing so + laid down his revolver. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + In a flash Mortimer Sprague electrified not only his assailants, but all + the stage passengers, by producing a couple of revolvers, which he pointed + at the two road agents, and in a stern voice, wholly unlike the affected + tones in which he had hitherto spoken, said: "Get out of here, you + ruffians, or I'll fire!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The startled road agent tried to pick up his revolver, but Sprague + instantly put his foot on it, and repeated the command. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The other road agent, who was occupied with the minister, turned to assist + his comrade, when he, too, received a check from an unexpected source. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The minister, who was an old man, had a stout staff, which he used to + guide him in his steps. He raised it and brought it down with emphasis on + the arm which held the revolver, exclaiming. "The sword of the Lord and of + Gideon! I smite thee, thou bold, bad man, not in anger, but as an + instrument of retribution." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well done, reverend doctor!" exclaimed Mortimer Sprague. "Between us we + will lay the rascals out!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke, who was close at hand, secured the fallen revolver be fore the road + agent's arm had got over tingling with the paralyzing blow dealt by the + minister, who, in spite of his advanced age, possessed a muscular arm. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Now git, you two!" exclaimed Mortimer Sprague. "Git, if you want to + escape with whole bones!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Never, perhaps, did two road agents look more foolish than these who had + suffered such a sudden and humiliating discomfiture from those among the + passengers whom they had feared least. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The young dude and the old missionary had done battle for the entire + stage-load of passengers, and vanquished the masked robbers, before whom + the rest trembled. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Stop!" said Colonel Braddon, with a sudden thought. "One of the rascals + has got my pocketbook!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Which one?" asked Mortimer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The colonel pointed him out. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Instantly the dude fired, and a bullet whistled within a few inches of the + road agent's head. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Drop that pocketbook!" he exclaimed, "or I'll send another messenger for + it; that was only a warning!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + With an execration the thoroughly terrified robber threw down the + pocketbook, and the relieved owner hastened forward to pick it up. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought I'd fetch him, don't you know," said the dude, relapsing into + his soft drawl. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + By this time both the road agents were at a safe distance, and the rescued + passengers breathed more freely. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Really, Mr. Sprague," said Colonel Braddon, pompously, "you are entitled + to a great deal of credit for your gallant behavior; you did what I + proposed to do. Of course, I had to submit to losing my pocketbook, but I + was just preparing to draw my revolver when you got the start of me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If I'd only known it, colonel," drawled Mr. Sprague, "I'd have left the + job for you. Weally, it would have saved me a good deal of trouble. But I + think the reverend doctor here is entitled to the thanks of the company. I + never knew exactly what the sword of the Lord and of Gideon was before, + but I see it means a good, stout stick." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was speaking figuratively, my young friend," said the missionary "I am + not sure but I have acted unprofessionally, but when I saw those men of + violence despoiling us, I felt the natural man rise within me, and I smote + him hip and thigh." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought you hit him on the arm, doctor," said Mr. Sprague. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Again I spoke figuratively, my young friend. I cannot say I regret + yielding to the impulse that moved me. I feel that I have helped to foil + the plans of the wicked." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Doctor," said one of the miners, "you've true grit. When you preach at + the Black Hills, count me and my friends among the listeners. We're all + willing to help along your new church, for you're one of the right sort." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My friends, I will gladly accept your kind proposal, but I trust it will + not be solely because I have used this arm of flesh in your defense. Mr. + Sprague and I have but acted as humble instruments in the hands of a + Higher Power." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, gentlemen," said Colonel Braddon, "I think we may as well get into + the stage again and resume our journey." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What shall I do with this revolver?" asked Luke, indicating the one he + had picked up. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Keep it," said the colonel. "You'll make better use of it than the rascal + who lost it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I've got an extra one here," said Mortimer Sprague, raising the one on + which he had put his foot. "I don't need it myself, so I will offer it to + the reverend doctor." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The missionary shook his head. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should not know how to use it," he said, "nor indeed am I sure that I + should feel justified in doing so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "May I have it, sir?" asked one of the miners. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, if you want it," said Mr. Sprague. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I couldn't afford to buy one; but I see that I shall need one out here." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + In five minutes the stage was again on its way, and no further adventures + were met with. About the middle of the next day the party arrived at + Deadwood. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV — FENTON'S GULCH + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Deadwood, at the time of Luke's arrival, looked more like a mining camp + than a town. The first settlers had neither the time nor the money to + build elaborate dwellings. Anything, however rough, that would provide a + shelter, was deemed sufficient. Luxury was not dreamed of, and even + ordinary comforts were only partially supplied. Luke put up at a rude + hotel, and the next morning began to make inquiries for Mr. Harding. He + ascertained that the person of whom he was in search had arrived not many + weeks previous, accompanied by his sister. The latter, however, soon + concluded that Deadwood was no suitable residence for ladies, and had + returned to her former home, or some place near by. Mr. Harding remained, + with a view of trying his luck at the mines. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The next point to be ascertained was to what mines he had directed his + steps. This information was hard to obtain. Finally, a man who had just + returned to Deadwood, hearing Luke making inquiries of the hotel clerk, + said: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I say, young chap, is the man you are after an old party over fifty, with + gray hair and a long nose?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think that is the right description," said Luke, eagerly. "Can you tell + me anything about him?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The party I mean, he may be Harding, or may be somebody else, is lying + sick at Fenton's Gulch, about a day's journey from here—say twenty + miles." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Sick? What is the matter with him?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He took a bad cold, and being an old man, couldn't stand it as well as if + he were twenty years younger. I left him in an old cabin lying on a + blanket, looking about as miserable as you would want to see. Are you a + friend of his?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not acquainted with him," answered Luke, "but I am sent out by a + friend of his in the East. I am quite anxious to find him. Can you give me + directions?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can do better. I can guide you there. I only came to Deadwood for some + supplies, and I go back to-morrow morning." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you will let me accompany you I will be very much obliged." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You can come with me and welcome. I shall be glad of your company. Are + you alone?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Seems to me you're rather a young chap to come out here alone." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose I am," returned Luke, smiling, "but there was no one else to + come with me. If I find Mr. Harding, I shall be all right." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can promise you that. It ain't likely he has got up from his sick-bed + and left the mines. I reckon you'll find him flat on his back, as I left + him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke learned that his mining friend was known as Jack Baxter. He seemed a + sociable and agreeable man, though rather rough in his outward appearance + and manners. The next morning they started in company, and were compelled + to travel all day. Toward sunset they reached the place known as Fenton's + Gulch. It was a wild and dreary-looking place, but had a good reputation + for its yield of gold dust. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That's where you'll find the man you're after," said Baxter, pointing to + a dilapidated cabin, somewhat to the left of the mines. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke went up to the cabin, the door of which was open, and looked in. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + On a pallet in the corner lay a tall man, pale and emaciated. He heard the + slight noise at the door, and without turning his head, said: "Come in, + friend, whoever you are." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Upon this, Luke advanced into the cabin. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is this Mr. James Harding?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The sick man turned his head, and his glance rested with surprise upon the + boy of sixteen who addressed him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have I seen you before?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. I have only just arrived at the Gulch. You are Mr. Harding?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, that is my name; but how did you know it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am here in search of you, Mr. Harding." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How is that?" asked the sick man, quickly. "Is my sister sick?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not that I know of. I come from Mr. Armstrong, in New York." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You come from Mr. Armstrong?" repeated the sick man, in evident surprise. + "Have you any message for me from him?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but that can wait. I am sorry to find you sick. I hope that it is + nothing serious." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It would not be serious if I were in a settlement where I could obtain a + good doctor and proper medicines. Everything is serious here. I have no + care or attention, and no medicines." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you feel able to get away from here? It would be better for you to be + at Deadwood than here." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If I had anyone to go with me, I might venture to start for Deadwood." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am at your service, Mr. Harding." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The sick man looked at Luke with a puzzled expression. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind," he said, after a pause. "What is your name?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke Larkin." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "And you know Mr. Armstrong?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I am his messenger." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But how came he to send a boy so far? It is not like him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke laughed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No doubt you think him unwise," he said. "The fact was, he took me for + lack of a better. Besides, the mission was a confidential one, and he + thought he could trust me, young as I am." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You say you have a message for me?" queried Harding. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "First, can I do something for your comfort? Can't I get you some + breakfast?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The message first." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will give it at once. Do you remember purchasing some government bonds + for Mr. Armstrong a short time before you left his employment?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes. What of them?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Have you preserved the numbers of the bonds?" Luke inquired, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why do you ask?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Because Mr. Armstrong has lost his list, and they have been stolen. Till + he learns the numbers, he will stand no chance of identifying or + recovering them." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am sure I have the numbers. Feel in the pocket of my coat yonder, and + you will find a wallet. Take it out and bring it to me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke obeyed directions. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The sick man opened the wallet and began to examine the contents. Finally + he drew out a paper, which he unfolded. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Here is the list. I was sure I had them." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's eyes lighted up with exultation. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was clear that he had succeeded in his mission. He felt that he had + justified the confidence which Mr. Armstrong had reposed in him, and that + the outlay would prove not to have been wasted. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "May I copy them?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, since you are the agent of Mr. Armstrong—or you may have + the original paper." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will copy them, so that if that paper is lost, I may still have the + numbers. And now, what can I do for you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The resources of Fenton's Gulch were limited, but Luke succeeded in + getting together materials for a breakfast for the sick man. The latter + brightened up when he had eaten a sparing meal. It cheered him, also, to + find that there was someone to whom he could look for friendly services. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + To make my story short, on the second day he felt able to start with Luke + for Deadwood, which he reached without any serious effect, except a + considerable degree of fatigue. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Arrived at Deadwood, where there were postal facilities, Luke lost no time + in writing a letter to Mr. Armstrong, enclosing a list of the stolen + bonds. He gave a brief account of the circumstances under which he had + found Mr. Harding, and promised to return as soon as he could get the sick + man back to his farm in Minnesota. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When this letter was received, Roland Reed was in the merchant's office. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Look at that, Mr. Reed," said Armstrong, triumphantly. "That boy is as + smart as lightning. Some people might have thought me a fool for trusting + so young a boy, but the result has justified me. Now my course is clear. + With the help of these numbers I shall soon be able to trace the theft and + convict the guilty party." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV — BACK IN GROVETON + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, some things occurred in Groveton which require to be + chronicled. Since the visit of Tony Denton, and the knowledge that his + secret was known, Prince Duncan had changed in manner and appearance. + There was an anxious look upon his face, and a haggard look, which led + some of his friends to think that his health was affected. Indeed, this + was true, for any mental disturbance is likely to affect the body. By way + of diverting attention from the cause of this altered appearance, Mr. + Duncan began to complain of overwork, and to hint that he might have to + travel for his health. It occurred to him privately that circumstances + might arise which would make it necessary for him to go to Canada for a + lengthened period. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + With his secret in the possession of such a man as Tony Denton, he could + not feel safe. Besides, he suspected the keeper of the billiard-room would + not feel satisfied with the thousand-dollar bond he had extorted from him, + but would, after awhile, call for more. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + In this he was right. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Scarcely a week had elapsed since his first visit, when the servant + announced one morning that a man wished to see him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you know who it is, Mary?" asked the squire. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. It's Tony Denton." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Prince Duncan's face contracted, and his heart sank within him. He would + gladly have refused to see his visitor, but knowing the hold that Tony had + upon him, he did not dare offend him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You may tell him to come in," he said, with a troubled look. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What can the master have to do with a man like that?" thought Mary, + wondering. "I wouldn't let him into the house if I was a squire." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton entered the room with an assumption of ease which was very + disagreeable to Mr. Duncan. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought I'd call to see you, squire," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Take a seat, Mr. Denton," said the squire coldly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony did not seem at all put out by the coldness of his reception. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I s'pose you remember what passed at our last meeting, Mr. Duncan," he + said, in a jaunty way. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, sir," responded Prince Duncan, in a forbidding tone. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "We came to a little friendly arrangement, if you remember," continued + Denton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, sir, there is no need to refer to the matter now." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Pardon me, squire, but I am obliged to keep to it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Because I've been unlucky??" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose, Mr. Denton," said the squire haughtily, "you are capable of + managing your own business. If you don't manage it well, and meet with + losses, I certainly am not responsible, and I cannot understand why you + bring the matter to me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You see, squire," said Tony, with a grin, "I look upon you as a friend, + and so it is natural that I should come to you for advice." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wish I dared kick the fellow out of the house," thought Prince Duncan. + "He is a low scamp, and I don't like the reputation of having such + visitors." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Under ordinary circumstances, and but for the secret which Tony possessed, + he would not have been suffered to remain in the squire's study five + minutes, but conscience makes cowards of us all, and Mr. Duncan felt that + he was no longer his own master. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you about the bad luck, squire," Tony resumed. "You know the + bond you gave me the last time I called?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Duncan winced, and he did not reply. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I see you remember it. Well, I thought I might have the luck to double + it, so I went up to New York, and went to see one of them Wall Street + brokers. I asked his advice, and he told me I'd better buy two hundred + shares of some kind of stock, leaving the bond with him as margin. He said + I was pretty sure to make a good deal of money, and I thought so myself. + But the stock went down, and yesterday I got a letter from him, saying + that the margin was all exhausted, and I must give him another, Or he + would sell out the stock." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Denton, you have been a fool!" exclaimed Mr. Duncan irritably. "You + might have known that would be the result of your insane folly. You've + lost your thousand dollars, and what have you got to show for it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You may be right, squire, but I don't want to let the matter end so. I + want you to give me another bond." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You do, eh?" said Duncan indignantly. "So you want to throw away another + thousand dollars, do you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If I make good the margin, the stock'll go up likely, and I won't lose + anything." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You can do as you please, of course, but you will have to go elsewhere + for your money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Will I?" asked Tony coolly. "There is no one else who would let me have + the money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I won't let you have another cent, you may rely upon that!" exclaimed + Prince Duncan furiously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I guess you'll think better of that, squire," said Tony, fixing his keen + black eyes on the bank president. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why should I?" retorted Duncan, but his heart sank within him, for he + understood very well what the answer would be. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Because you know what the consequences of refusal would be," Denton + answered coolly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand you," stammered the squire, but it was evident from + his startled look that he did. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I thought you would," returned Tony Denton quietly. "You know very well + that my evidence would convict you, as the person who robbed the bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Hush!" ejaculated Prince Duncan, in nervous alarm. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton smiled with a consciousness of power. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have no wish to expose you," he said, "if you will stand my friend." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + In that moment Prince Duncan bitterly regretted the false step he had + taken. To be in the power of such a man was, indeed, a terrible form of + retribution. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Explain your meaning," he said reluctantly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I want another government bond for a thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But when I gave you the first, you promised to preserve silence, and + trouble me no more." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have been unfortunate, as I already explained to you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't see how that alters matters. You took the risk voluntarily. Why + should I suffer because you were imprudent and lost your money?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't argue with you, squire," said Tony, with an insolent smile. "You + are too smart for me. All I have to say is, that I must have another + bond." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Suppose I should give it to you—what assurance have I that you will + not make another demand?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will give you the promise in writing, if you like." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Knowing that I could not make use of any such paper with out betraying + myself." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, there is that objection, certainly, but I can't do anything + better." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What do you propose to do with the bond?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Deposit it with my broker, as I have already told you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I advise you not to do so. Make up your mind to lose the first, and keep + the second in your own hands." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will consider your advice, squire." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + But it was very clear that Tony Denton would not follow it. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + All at once Prince Duncan brightened up. He had a happy thought. Should it + be discovered that the bonds used by Tony Denton belonged to the contents + of the stolen box, might he not succeed in throwing the whole blame on the + billiard-saloon keeper, and have him arrested as the thief? The possession + and use of the bonds would be very damaging, and Tony's reputation was not + such as to protect him. Here seemed to be a rift in the clouds—and + it was with comparative cheerfulness that Mr. Duncan placed the second + bond in the hands of the visitor. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Of course," he said, "it will be for your interest not to let any one + know from whom you obtained this." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "All right. I understand. Well, good morning, squire; I'm glad things are + satisfactory." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Good morning, Mr. Denton." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When Tony had left the room, Prince Duncan threw himself back in his chair + and reflected. His thoughts were busy with the man who had just left him, + and he tried to arrange some method of throwing the guilt upon Denton. + Yet, perhaps, even that would not be necessary. So far as Mr. Duncan knew, + there was no record in Mr. Armstrong's possession of the numbers of the + bonds, and in that case they would not be identified. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If I only knew positively that the numbers would not turn up, I should + feel perfectly secure, and could realize on the bonds at any time," he + thought. "I will wait awhile, and I may see my way clear." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI — A LETTER FROM LUKE + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There's a letter for you, Linton," said Henry Wagner, as he met Linton + Tomkins near the hotel. "I just saw your name on the list." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + In the Groveton post-office, as in many country offices, it was the custom + to post a list of those for whom letters had been received. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It must be from Luke," thought Linton, joyfully, and he bent his steps + immediately toward the office. No one in the village, outside of Luke's + family, missed him more than Linton. Though Luke was two years and a half + older, they had always been intimate friends. Linton's family occupied a + higher social position, but there was nothing snobbish about Linton, as + there was about Randolph, and it made no difference to him that Luke lived + in a small and humble cottage, and, till recently, had been obliged to + wear old and shabby clothes. In this democratic spirit, Linton was + encouraged by his parents, who, while appreciating the refinement which is + apt to be connected with liberal means, were too sensible to undervalue + sterling merit and good character. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Linton was right. His letter was from Luke. It read thus: + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "DEAR LINNY: I was very glad to receive your letter. It made me homesick + for a short time. At any rate, it made me wish that I could be back for an + hour in dear old Groveton. I cannot tell you where I am, for that is a + secret of my employer. I am a long way from home; I can tell you that + much. When I get home, I shall be able to tell you all. You will be glad + to know that I have succeeded in the mission on which I was sent, and have + revived a telegram of thanks from my employer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It will not be long now before I am back in Groveton. I wonder if my dear + friend Randolph will be glad to see me? You can remember me to him when + you see him. It will gratify him to know that I am well and doing well, + and that my prospects for the future are excellent. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Give my regards to your father and mother, who have always been kind to + me. I shall come and see you the first thing after I return. If you only + knew how hard I find it to refrain from telling you all, where I am and + what adventures I have met with, how I came near being robbed twice, and + many other things, you would appreciate my self-denial. But you shall know + all very soon. I have had a good time—the best time in my life. Let + mother read this letter, and believe me, dear Lin, + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Your affectionate friend, + </p> + <p> + </p> + <h3> + "LUKE LARKIN." + </h3> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Linton's curiosity was naturally excited by the references in Luke's + letter. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where can Luke be?" he asked. "I wish he were at liberty to tell." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Linton never dreamed, however, that his friend was two thousand miles + away, in the wild West. It would have seemed to him utterly improbable. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He was folding up the letter as he was walking homeward, when he met + Randolph Duncan. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What's that, Linton?" he asked. "A love-letter?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not much; I haven't got so far along. It is a letter from Luke Larkin." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh!" sneered Randolph. "I congratulate you on your correspondent. Is he + in New York?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The letter is postmarked in New York, but he is traveling." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Traveling? Where is he traveling?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He doesn't say. This letter is forwarded by Mr. Reed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The man who robbed the bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What makes you say that? What proof have you that he robbed the bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't prove it, but my father thinks he is the robber. There was + something very suspicious about that tin box which he handed to Luke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It was opened in court, and proved to contain private papers." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, that's easily seen through. He took out the bonds, and put in the + papers. I suppose he has experience in that sort of thing." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Does your father think that?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he does. What does Luke say?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Wait a minute, and I will read you a paragraph," said Linton, with a + mischievous smile. Thereupon he read the paragraph in which Randolph was + mentioned. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What does he mean by calling me his dear friend?" exclaimed Randolph + indignantly. "I never was his dear friend, and never want to be." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I believe you, Randolph. Shall I tell you what he means?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He means it for a joke. He knows you don't like him, and he isn't + breaking his heart over it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It's pretty cheeky in him! Just tell him when you write that he needn't + call me his dear friend again." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You might hurt his feelings," said Linton, gravely. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That for his feelings!" said Randolph, with a snap of his fingers. "You + say he's traveling. Shall I tell you what I think he is doing?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "If you like." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I think he is traveling with a blacking-box in his hand. It's just the + business for him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't think you are right. He wouldn't make enough in that way to pay + traveling expenses. He says he has twice come near being robbed." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph laughed derisively. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "A thief wouldn't make much robbing him," he said. "If he got twenty-five + cents he'd be lucky." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You forget that he has a nice silver watch?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Randolph frowned. This with him was a sore reflection. Much as he was + disposed to look down upon Luke, he was aware that Luke's watch was better + than his, and, though he had importuned his father more than once to buy + him a gold watch, he saw no immediate prospect of his wish being granted. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, I've talked enough of Luke Larkin," he said, snappishly. "He + isn't worth so many words. I am very much surprised that a gentleman's son + like you, Linton, should demean himself by keeping company with such a + boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There is no boy in the village whom I would rather associate with," said + Linton, with sturdy friendship. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't admire your taste, then," said Randolph. "I don't believe your + father and mother like you to keep such company." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "There you are mistaken," said Linton, with spirit. "They have an + excellent opinion of Luke, and if he should ever need a friend, I am sure + my father would be willing to help him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, I must be going," said Randolph, by no means pleased with this + advocacy of Luke. "Come round and see me soon. You never come to our + house." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Linton answered politely, but did not mean to become intimate with + Randolph, who was by no means to his taste. He knew that it was only his + social position that won him the invitation, and that if his father should + suddenly lose his property, Randolph's cordiality would be sensibly + diminished. Such friendship, he felt, was not to be valued. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What are you thinking about? You seem in a brown study," said a pleasant + voice. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Looking up, Linton recognized his teacher, Mr. Hooper. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was thinking of Luke Larkin," answered Linton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "By the by, where is Luke? I have not seen him for some time." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He is traveling for Mr. Reed, I believe." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The man who committed the tin box to his care?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do you know where he is?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. I have just received a letter from him, but he says he is not at + liberty to mention where he is." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Will he be home soon?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I think so." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I shall be glad to see him. He is one of the most promising of my + pupils." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Linton's expressive face showed the pleasure he felt at this commendation + of his friend. He felt more gratified than if Mr. Hooper had directly + praised him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke can stand Randolph's depreciation," he reflected, "with such a + friend as Mr. Hooper." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Linton was destined to meet plenty of acquaintances. Scarcely had he + parted from Mr. Hooper, when Tony Denton met him. The keeper of the + billiard-room was always on the alert to ingratiate himself with the young + people of the village, looking upon them as possible patrons of his rooms. + He would have been glad to draw in Linton, on account of his father's + prominent position in the village. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Good day, my young friend," he said, with suavity. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Good day, Mr. Denton," responded Linton, who thought it due to himself to + be polite, though he did not fancy Mr. Denton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should be very glad to have you look in at my billiard-room, Mr. + Linton," continued Tony. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you sir, but I don't think my father would like to have me visit a + billiard-saloon—at any rate, till I am older." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I'll see that you come to no harm. If you don't want to play, you can + look on." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "At any rate, I am obliged to you for your polite invitation." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I like to have the nice boys of the village around me. Your friend + Randolph Duncan often visits me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So I have heard," replied Linton. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, I won't keep you, but remember my invitation." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not very likely to accept," thought Linton. "I have heard that + Randolph visits the billiard-room too often for his good." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII — AN INCIDENT ON THE CARS + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + As soon as possible, Luke started on his return to New York. He had + enjoyed his journey, but now he felt a longing to see home and friends + once more. His journey to Chicago was uneventful. He stayed there a few + hours, and then started on his way home. On his trip from Chicago to + Detroit he fell in with an old acquaintance unexpectedly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When about thirty miles from Detroit, having as a seatmate a very large + man, who compressed him within uncomfortable limits, he took his satchel, + and passing into the car next forward, took a seat a few feet from the + door. He had scarcely seated himself when, looking around, he discovered, + in the second seat beyond, his old Chicago acquaintance, Mr. J. Madison + Coleman. He was as smooth and affable as ever, and was chatting pleasantly + with a rough, farmerlike-looking man, who seemed very much taken with his + attractive companion. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I wonder what mischief Coleman is up to now?" thought Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He was so near that he was able to hear the conversation that passed + between them. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, my friend," said Mr. Coleman, "I am well acquainted with Detroit. + Business has called me there very often, and it will give me great + pleasure to be of service to you in any way." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What business are you in?" inquired the other. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am traveling for H. B. Claflin & Co., of New York. Of course you + have heard of them. They are the largest wholesale dry-goods firm in the + United States." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so!" returned the farmer respectfully. "Do you get pretty + good pay?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not at liberty to tell just what pay I get," said Mr. Coleman, "but + I am willing to admit that it is over four thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so!" ejaculated the farmer. "My! I think myself pretty + lucky when I make a thousand dollars a year." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, my dear sir, your expenses are very light compared to mine. I + spend about ten dollars a day on an average." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Jehu!" ejaculated the farmer. "Well, that is a pile. Do all the men that + travel for your firm get as much salary as you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no; I am one of the principal salesmen, and am paid extra. I am + always successful, if I do say it myself, and the firm know it, and pay me + accordingly. They know that several other firms are after me, and would + get me away if they didn't pay me my price." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you know all about investments, being a business man?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I know a great deal about them," answered Mr. Coleman, his eyes + sparkling with pleasure at this evidence that his companion had money. "If + you have any money to invest, I shall be very glad to advise you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, you see, I've just had a note for two hundred and fifty dollars + paid in by a neighbor who's been owin' it for two years, and I thought I'd + go up to Detroit and put it in the savings-bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My good friend, the savings-bank pays but a small rate of interest. I + think I know a business man of Detroit who will take your money and pay + you ten per cent." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Ten per cent.!" exclaimed the farmer joyfully. "My! I didn't think I + could get over four or six." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So you can't, in a general way," answered Coleman. "But business men, who + are turning over their money once a month, can afford to pay a good deal + more." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "But is your friend safe?" he inquired, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Safe as the Bank of England," answered Coleman. "I've lent him a thousand + dollars at a time, myself, and always got principal and interest + regularly. I generally have a few thousand invested," he added, in a + matter-of-course manner. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'd be glad to get ten per cent.," said the farmer. "That would be + twenty-five dollars a year on my money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Exactly. I dare say you didn't get over six per cent. on the note." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I got seven, but I had to wait for the interest sometimes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You'll never have to wait for interest if you lend to my friend. I am + only afraid he won't be willing to take so small a sum. Still, I'll speak + a good word for you, and he will make an exception in your favor." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," said the farmer gratefully. "I guess I'll let him have + it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You couldn't do better. He's a high-minded, responsible man. I would + offer to take the money myself, but I really have no use for it. I have at + present two thousand dollars in bank waiting for investment." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You don't say so!" said the farmer, eying Coleman with the respect due to + so large a capitalist. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I've got it in the savings-bank for the time being. If my friend can + make use of it, I shall let him have it. He's just as safe as a + savings-bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The farmer's confidence in Mr. Coleman was evidently fully established. + The young man talked so smoothly and confidently that he would have + imposed upon one who had seen far more of the world than Farmer Jones. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'm in luck to fall in with you, Mr.—" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Coleman," said the drummer, with suavity. "J. Madison Coleman. My + grandfather was a cousin of President James Madison, and that accounts for + my receiving that name." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The farmer's respect was further increased. It was quite an event to fall + in with so near a relative of an illustrious ex-President, and he was + flattered to find that a young man of such lineage was disposed to treat + him with such friendly familiarity. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to stay long in Detroit?" asked the farmer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Two or three days. I shall be extremely busy, but I shall find time to + attend to your business. In fact, I feel an interest in you, my friend, + and shall be glad to do you a service." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, and I'm obleeged to you," said the farmer gratefully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Now, if you will excuse me for a few minutes, I will go into the + smoking-car and have a smoke." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + When he had left the car, Luke immediately left his seat, and went forward + to where the farmer was sitting. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me," he said, "but I saw you talking to a young man just now." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered the farmer complacently, "he's a relative of President + Madison." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I want to warn you against him. I know him to be a swindler." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What!" exclaimed the farmer, eying Luke suspiciously. "Who be you? You're + nothing but a boy." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is true, but I am traveling on business. This Mr. Coleman tried to + rob me about a fortnight since, and nearly succeeded. I heard him talking + to you about money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he was going to help me invest some money I have with me. He said he + could get me ten per cent." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Take my advice, and put it in a savings-bank. Then it will be safe. No + man who offers to pay ten per cent. for money can be relied upon." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you want to rob me yourself?" said the farmer suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Do I look like it?" asked Luke, smiling. "Isn't my advice good, to put + the money in a savings-bank? But I will tell you how I fell in with Mr. + Coleman, and how he tried to swindle me, and then you can judge for + yourself." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + This Luke did briefly and his tone and manner carried conviction. The + farmer became extremely indignant at the intended fraud, and promised to + have nothing to do with Coleman. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will take my old seat, then," said Luke. "I don't want Coleman to know + who warned you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Presently, Coleman came back and was about to resume his seat beside the + farmer. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You see I have come back," he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You needn't have troubled yourself," said the farmer, with a lowering + frown. "You nearly took me in with your smooth words, but I've got my + money yet, and I mean to keep it. Your friend can't have it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What does all this mean, my friend?" asked Coleman, in real amazement. + "Is it possible you distrust me? Why, I was going to put myself to + inconvenience to do you a service." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you needn't. I know you. You wanted to swindle me out of my two + hundred and fifty dollars." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Sir, you insult me!" exclaimed Coleman, with lofty indignation. "What do + I—a rich man—want of your paltry two hundred and fifty + dollars?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't believe you are a rich man. Didn't I tell you, I have been warned + against you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who dared to talk against me?" asked Coleman indignantly. Then, casting + his eyes about, he noticed Luke for the first time. Now it was all clear + to him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Striding up to Luke's seat, he said threateningly, "Have you been talking + against me, you young jackanapes?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Mr. Coleman, I have," answered Luke steadily. "I thought it my duty + to inform this man of your character. I have advised him to put his money + into a savings-bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Curse you for an impertinent meddler!" said Coleman wrathfully. "I'll get + even with you for this!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You can do as you please," said Luke calmly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman went up to the farmer and said, abruptly, "You've been imposed + upon by an unprincipled boy. He's been telling you lies about me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He has given me good advice," said the farmer sturdily, "and I shall + follow it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are making a fool of yourself!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is better than to be made fool of, and lose my money." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Coleman saw that the game was lost, and left the car. He would gladly have + assaulted Luke, but knew that it would only get him into trouble. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVIII — LUKE'S RETURN + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Armstrong was sitting in his office one morning when the door opened, + and Luke entered, his face flushed with health, and his cheeks browned by + exposure. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You see I've got back, Mr. Armstrong," he said, advancing with a smile. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Welcome home, Luke!" exclaimed the merchant heartily, grasping our hero's + hand cordially. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are satisfied with me," said Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Satisfied! I ought to be. You have done yourself the greatest credit. It + is seldom a boy of your age exhibits such good judgment and discretion." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," said Luke gratefully. "I was obliged to spend a good + deal of money," he added, "and I have arrived in New York with only three + dollars and seventy-five cents in my pocket." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have no fault to find with your expenses," said Mr. Armstrong promptly. + "Nor would I have complained if you had spent twice as much. The main + thing was to succeed, and you have succeeded." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear you speak so," said Luke, relieved. "To me it seemed a + great deal of money. You gave me two hundred dollars, and I have less than + five dollars left. Here it is!" and Luke drew the sum from his pocket, and + tendered it to the merchant. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I can't take it," said Mr. Armstrong. "You don't owe me any money. It is + I who am owing you. Take this on account," and he drew a roll of bills + from his pocketbook and handed it to Luke. "Here are a hundred dollars on + account," he continued. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This is too much, Mr. Armstrong," said Luke, quite overwhelmed with the + magnitude of the gift. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Let me be the judge of that," said Mr. Armstrong kindly. "There is only + one thing, Luke, that I should have liked to have you do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What is that, sir?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should like to have had you bring me a list of the numbers certified to + by Mr. Harding." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's answer was to draw from the inside pocket of his vest a paper + signed by the old bookkeeper, containing a list of the numbers, regularly + subscribed and certified to. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Is that what you wished, sir?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are a wonderful boy," said the merchant admiringly. "Was this your + idea, or Mr. Harding's?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I believe I suggested it to him," said Luke modestly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That makes all clear sailing," said Mr. Armstrong. "Here are fifty + dollars more. You deserve it for your thoughtfulness." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You have given me enough already," said Luke, drawing back. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "My dear boy, it is evident that you still have something to learn in the + way of business. When a rich old fellow offers you money, which he can + well afford, you had better take it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That removes all my objections," said Luke. "But I am afraid you will + spoil me with your liberality, Mr. Armstrong." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I will take the risk of it. But here is another of your friends." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The door had just opened, and Roland Reed entered. There was another + cordial greeting, and Luke felt that it was pleasant, indeed, to have two + such good friends. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "When are you going to Groveton, Luke?" asked Mr. Reed. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I shall go this afternoon, if there is nothing more you wish me to do. I + am anxious to see my mother." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That is quite right, Luke. Your mother is your best friend, and deserves + all the attention you can give her. I shall probably go to Groveton myself + to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + After Luke had left the office, Mr. Reed remained to consult with the + merchant as to what was the best thing to do. Both were satisfied that + Prince Duncan, the president of the bank, was the real thief who had + robbed the bank. There were two courses open—a criminal prosecution, + or a private arrangement which should include the return of the stolen + property. The latter course was determined upon, but should it prove + ineffective, severer measures were to be resorted to. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0039" id="link2HCH0039"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIX — HOW LUKE WAS RECEIVED + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Luke's return to Groveton was received with delight by his mother and his + true friend Linton. Naturally Randolph displayed the same feelings toward + him as ever. It so chanced that he met Luke only an hour after his + arrival. He would have passed him by unnoticed but for the curiosity he + felt to know where he had been, and what he was intending to do. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Humph! so you're back again!" he remarked. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Luke, with a smile. "I hope you haven't missed me much, + Randolph." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I've managed to live through it," returned Randolph, with what he + thought to be cutting sarcasm. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where were you?" asked Randolph, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was in New York a part of the time," said Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where were you the rest of the time?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I was traveling." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That sounds large. Perhaps you were traveling with a hand-organ." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I was." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, what are you going to do now?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Thank you for your kind interest in me, Randolph. I will tell you as soon + as I know." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you needn't think I feel interest in you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then I won't." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You are impertinent," said Randolph, scowling. It dawned upon him that + Luke was chaffing him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't mean to be. If I have been, I apologize. If you know of any + situation which will pay me a fair sum, I wish you would mention me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'll see about it," said Randolph, in an important tone. He was pleased + at Luke's change of tone. "I don't think you can get back as janitor, for + my father doesn't like you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Couldn't you intercede for me, Randolph?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Why, the fact is, you put on so many airs, for a poor boy, that I + shouldn't feel justified in recommending you. It is your own fault." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Well, perhaps it is," said Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you acknowledge it. I don't know but my father will give you a + chance to work round our house, make fires, and run errands." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What would he pay?" asked Luke, in a businesslike tone. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He might pay a dollar and a half a week." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'm afraid I couldn't support myself on that." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, that's your lookout. It's better than loafing round doing + nothing." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You're right there, Randolph." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I'll just mention it to father, then." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, thank you. I shouldn't wonder if Mr. Reed might find something for me + to do." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Oh, the man that robbed the bank?" said Randolph, turning up his nose. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It may soon be discovered that some one else robbed the bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I don't believe it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Here the two boys parted. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke," said Linton, the same day, "have you decided what you are going to + do?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Not yet; but I have friends who, I think, will look out for me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Because my father says he will find you a place if you fail to get one + elsewhere." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Tell your father that I think he is very kind. There is no one to whom I + would more willingly be indebted for a favor. If I should find myself + unemployed, I will come to him." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "All right! I am going to drive over to Coleraine"—the next town—"this + afternoon. Will you go with me?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I should like nothing better." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "What a difference there is between Randolph and Linton!" thought Luke. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0040" id="link2HCH0040"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <p> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER XL — THE BANK ROBBER IS FOUND + </h2> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton lost no time in going up to the city with the second bond he + had extracted from the fears of Prince Duncan. He went directly to the + office of his brokers, Gay & Sears, and announced that he was prepared + to deposit additional margin. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The bond was received, and taken to the partners in the back office. Some + four minutes elapsed, and the clerk reappeared. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Denton, will you step into the back office?" he said. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Certainly," answered Tony cheerfully. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + He found the two brokers within. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This is Mr. Denton?" said the senior partner. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You offer this bond as additional margin on the shares we hold in your + name?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, of course." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Denton," said Mr. Gay searchingly, "where did you get this bond?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where did I get it?" repeated Denton nervously. "Why, I bought it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "How long since?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "About a year." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + The two partners exchanged glances. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where do you live, Mr. Denton?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "In Groveton." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Ahem! Mr. Sears, will you be kind enough to draw out the necessary + papers?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton felt relieved. The trouble seemed to be over. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gay at the same time stepped into the main office and gave a direction + to one of the clerks. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sears drew out a large sheet of foolscap, and began, in very + deliberate fashion, to write. He kept on writing for some minutes. Tony + Denton wondered why so much writing should be necessary in a transaction + of this kind. Five minutes later a young man looked into the office, and + said, addressing Mr. Gay. "All right!" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Upon that Mr. Sears suspended writing. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Denton," said Mr. Gay, "are you aware that this bond which you have + brought us was stolen from the Groveton Bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I—don't—believe—it," gasped Denton, turning pale. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "The numbers of the stolen bonds have been sent to all the bankers and + brokers in the city. This is one, and the one you brought us not long + since is another. Do you persist in saying that you bought this bond a + year ago?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, no!" exclaimed Denton, terrified. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Did you rob the bank?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, I didn't!" ejaculated the terrified man, wiping the perspiration from + his brow. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Where, then, did you get the bonds?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I got them both from Prince Duncan, president of the bank." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Both partners looked surprised. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + One of them went to the door of the office, and called in Mr. Armstrong, + who, as well as a policeman, had been sent for. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton's statement was repeated to him. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I am not surprised," he said. "I expected it." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Tony Denton now made a clean breast of the whole affair, and his words + were taken down. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Are you willing to go to Groveton with me, and repeat this in presence of + Mr. Duncan?" asked Mr. Armstrong. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Will you not have him arrested?" asked Mr. Gay. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "No, he has every reason to keep faith with me." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + It was rather late in the day when Mr. Armstrong, accompanied by Tony + Denton, made their appearance at the house of Prince Duncan. When the + banker's eyes rested on the strangely assorted pair, his heart sank within + him. He had a suspicion of what it meant. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "We have called on you, Mr. Duncan, on a matter of importance," said Mr. + Armstrong. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Very well," answered Duncan faintly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is useless to mince matters. I have evidence outside of this man's to + show that it was you who robbed the bank of which you are president, and + appropriated to your own use the bonds which it contained." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "This is a strange charge to bring against a man in my position. Where is + your proof?" demanded Duncan, attempting to bluster. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I have Mr. Denton's evidence that he obtained two thousand-dollar bonds + of you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Very well, suppose I did sell him two such bonds?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "They were among the bonds stolen." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It is not true. They were bonds I have had for five years." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Your denial is useless. The numbers betray you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You did not have the numbers of the bonds." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "So you think, but I have obtained them from an old book-keeper of mine, + now at the West. I sent a special messenger out to obtain the list from + him. Would you like to know who the messenger was?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Who was it?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Luke Larkin." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "That boy!" exclaimed Duncan bitterly. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Yes, that boy supplied me with the necessary proof. And now, I have a + word to say; I can send you to prison, but for the sake of your family I + would prefer to spare you. But the bonds must be given up." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I haven't them all in my possession." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Then you must pay me the market price of those you have used. The last + one given to this man is safe." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It will reduce me to poverty," said Prince Duncan in great agitation. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "Nevertheless, it must be done!" said Mr. Armstrong sternly. "Moreover, + you must resign your position as president of the bank, and on that + condition you will be allowed to go free, and I will not expose you." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Of course, Squire Duncan was compelled to accept these terms. He saved a + small sum out of the wreck of his fortune, and with his family removed to + the West, where they were obliged to adopt a very different style of + living. Randolph is now an office boy at a salary of four dollars a week, + and is no longer able to swagger and boast as he has done hitherto. Mr. + Tomkins, Linton's father, was elected president of the Groveton Bank in + place of Mr. Duncan, much to the satisfaction of Luke. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Roland Reed, much to the surprise of Luke, revealed himself as a cousin of + Mr. Larkin, who for twenty-five years had been lost sight of. He had + changed his name, on account of some trouble into which he had been + betrayed by Prince Duncan, and thus had not been recognized. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "You need be under no anxiety about Luke and his prospects," he said to + Mrs. Larkin. "I shall make over to him ten thousand dollars at once, + constituting myself his guardian, and will see that he is well started in + business. My friend Mr. Armstrong proposes to take him into his office, if + you do not object, at a liberal salary." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "I shall miss him very much," said Mrs. Larkin, "though I am thankful that + he is to be so well provided for." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "He can come home every Saturday night, and stay until Monday morning," + said Mr. Reed, who, by the way, chose to retain his name in place of his + old one. "Will that satisfy you?" + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + "It ought to, surely, and I am grateful to Providence for all the + blessings which it has showered upon me and mine." + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + There was another change. Mr. Reed built a neat and commodious house in + the pleasantest part of the village and there Mrs. Larkin removed with his + little daughter, of whom she still had the charge. No one rejoiced more + sincerely at Luke's good fortune than Linton, who throughout had been a + true and faithful friend. He is at present visiting Europe with his + mother, and has written an earnest letter, asking Luke to join him. But + Luke feels that he cannot leave a good business position, and must + postpone the pleasure of traveling till he is older. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + Mr. J. Madison Coleman, the enterprising drummer, has got into trouble, + and is at present an inmate of the State penitentiary at Joliet, Illinois. + It is fortunate for the traveling public, so many of whom he has swindled, + that he is for a time placed where he can do no more mischief. + </p> + <p> + </p> + <p> + So closes an eventful passage in the life of Luke Larkin. He has struggled + upward from a boyhood of privation and self-denial into a youth and + manhood of prosperity and honor. 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Prominent among them was a tall, +pleasant-looking young man of twenty-two, the teacher of the +Center Grammar School, Frederic Hooper, A. B., a recent graduate +of Yale College. Evidently there was something of importance +on foot. What it was may be learned from the words of the teacher. + +"Now, boys," he said, holding in his hand a Waterbury watch, of +neat pattern, "I offer this watch as a prize to the boy who will +skate across the pond and back in the least time. You will all +start together, at a given signal, and make your way to the mark +which I have placed at the western end of the lake, skate around +it, and return to this point. Do you fully understand?" + +"Yes, sir!" exclaimed the boys, unanimously. + +Before proceeding, it may be well to refer more particularly +to some of the boys who were to engage in the contest. + +First, in his own estimation, came Randolph Duncan, son of Prince +Duncan, president of the Groveton Bank, and a prominent town +official. Prince Duncan was supposed to be a rich man, and lived in +a style quite beyond that of his neighbors. Randolph was his only +son, a boy of sixteen, and felt that in social position and blue +blood he was without a peer in the village. He was a tall, athletic +boy, and disposed to act the part of boss among the Groveton boys. + +Next came a boy similar in age and physical strength, but in other +respects very different from the young aristocrat. This was Luke +Larkin, the son of a carpenter's widow, living on narrow means, and +so compelled to exercise the strictest economy. Luke worked where +he could, helping the farmers in hay-time, and ready to do odd jobs +for any one in the village who desired his services. He filled the +position of janitor at the school which he attended, sweeping out +twice a week and making the fires. He had a pleasant expression, +and a bright, resolute look, a warm heart, and a clear intellect, +and was probably, in spite of his poverty, the most popular boy in +Groveton. In this respect he was the opposite of Randolph Duncan, +whose assumption of superiority and desire to "boss" the other boys +prevented him from having any real friends. He had two or three +companions, who flattered him and submitted to his caprices because +they thought it looked well to be on good terms with the young +aristocrat. + +These two boys were looked upon as the chief contestants for +the prize offered by their teacher. Opinions differed as to which +would win. + +"I think Luke will get the watch," said Fred Acken, a younger boy. + +"I don't know about that," said Tom Harper. "Randolph skates +just as well, and he has a pair of club skates. His father sent +to New York for them last week. They're beauties, I tell you. +Randolph says they cost ten dollars." + +"Of course that gives him the advantage," said Percy Hall. "Look +at Luke's old-fashioned wooden skates! They would be dear at +fifty cents!" + +"It's a pity Luke hasn't a better pair," said Harry Wright. "I don't +think the contest is a fair one. Luke ought to have an allowance of +twenty rods, to make up for the difference in skates." + +"He wouldn't accept it," said Linton Tomkins, the son of a +manufacturer in Groveton, who was an intimate friend of Luke, and +preferred to associate with him, though Randolph had made advances +toward intimacy, Linton being the only boy in the village whom he +regarded as his social equal. "I offered him my club skates, but +he said he would take the chances with his own." + +Linton was the only boy who had a pair of skates equal to Randolph's. +He, too, was a contestant, but, being three years younger than Luke +and Randolph, had no expectation of rivaling them. + +Randolph had his friends near him, administering the adulation he so +much enjoyed. + +"I have no doubt you'll get the watch, Randolph," said Sam Noble. +"You're a better skater any day than Luke Larkin." + +"Of course you are!" chimed in Tom Harper. + +"The young janitor doesn't think so," said Randolph, his lips +curling. + +"Oh, he's conceited enough to think he can beat you, I make +no doubt," said Sam. + +"On those old skates, too! They look as if Adam might have used them +when he was a boy!" + +This sally of Tom's created a laugh. + +"His skates are old ones, to be sure," said Randolph, who was +quick-sighted enough to understand that any remark of this kind +might dim the luster of his expected victory. "His skates are old +enough, but they are just as good for skating as mine." + +"They won't win him the watch, though," said Sam. + +"I don't care for the watch myself," said Randolph, loftily. +"I've got a silver one now, and am to have a gold one when +I'm eighteen. But I want to show that I am the best skater. +Besides, father has promised me ten dollars if I win." + +"I wish I had ten dollars," said Sam, enviously. + +He was the son of the storekeeper, and his father allowed him only +ten cents a week pocket-money, so that ten dollars in his eyes was +a colossal fortune. + +"I have no doubt you would, Sam," said Tom, joyously; "but you +couldn't be trusted with so much money. You'd go down to New York +and try to buy out A. T. Stewart." + +"Are you ready, boys?" asked Mr. Hooper. + +Most of the boys responded promptly in the affirmative; but Luke, +who had been tightening his straps, said quickly: "I am not ready, +Mr. Hooper. My strap has broken!" + +"Indeed, Luke, I am sorry to hear it," said the teacher, approaching +and examining the fracture. "As matters stand, you can't skate." + +Randolph's eyes brightened. Confident as he professed to feel, he +knew that his chances of success would be greatly increased by +Luke's withdrawal from the list. + +"The prize is yours now," whispered Tom. + +"It was before," answered Randolph, conceitedly. + +Poor Luke looked disappointed. He knew that he had at least an even +chance of winning, and he wanted the watch. Several of his friends +of his own age had watches, either silver or Waterbury, and this +seemed, in his circumstances, the only chance of securing one. Now +he was apparently barred out. + +"It's a pity you shouldn't skate, Luke," said Mr. Hooper, in a tone +of sympathy. "You are one of the best skaters, and had an excellent +chance of winning the prize. Is there any boy willing to lend Luke +his skates?" + +"I will," said Frank Acken. + +"My dear boy," said the teacher, "you forget that your feet +are several sizes smaller than Luke's." + +"I didn't think of that," replied Frank, who was only twelve +years old. + +"You may use my skates, Luke," said Linton Tomkins. "I think they +will fit you." + +Linton was only thirteen, but he was unusually large for his age. + +"You are very kind, Linton," said Luke, "but that will keep you out +of the race." + +"I stand no chance of winning," said Linton, "and I will do my +skating afterward." + +"I don't think that fair," said Randolph, with a frown. "Each boy +ought to use his own skates." + +"There is nothing unfair about it," said the teacher, "except that +Luke is placed at disadvantage in using a pair of skates he is +unaccustomed to." + +Randolph did not dare gainsay the teacher, but he looked sullen. + +"Mr. Hooper is always favoring that beggar!" he said in a low +voice, to Tom Harper. + +"Of course he is!" chimed in the toady. + +"You are very kind, Linny," said Luke, regarding his friend +affectionately. "I won't soon forget it." + +"Oh, it's all right, Luke," said Linton. "Now go in and win!" + + + +CHAPTER II + +TOM HARPER'S ACCIDENT + + +Tom Harper and Sam Noble were not wholly disinterested in their +championship of Randolph. They were very ordinary skaters, and stood +no chance of winning the match themselves. They wished Randolph to +win, for each hoped, as he had a silver watch himself already, he +might give the Waterbury to his faithful friend and follower. +Nothing in Randolph's character granted such a hope, for he was by +no means generous or open-handed, but each thought that he might +open his heart on this occasion. Indeed, Tom ventured to hint as +much. + +"I suppose, Randolph," he said, "if you win the watch you will give +it to me?" + +"Why should I?" asked Randolph, surveying Tom with a cold glance. + +"You've got a nice silver watch yourself, you know." + +"I might like to have two watches." + +"You'll have the ten dollars your father promised you." + +"What if I have? What claim have you on me?" + +Tom drew near and whispered something in Randolph's ear. + +"I'll see about it," said Randolph, nodding. + +"Are you ready?" asked the teacher, once more. + +"Aye, aye!" responded the boys. + +"One--two--three--go!" + +The boys darted off like arrows from a bow. Luke made a late start, +but before they were half across the pond he was even with Randolph, +and both were leading. Randolph looked sidewise, and shut his +mouth tight as he saw his hated rival on equal terms with him and +threatening to pass him. It would be humiliating in the extreme, +he thought, to be beaten by such a boy. + +But beaten he seemed likely to be, for Luke was soon a rod in +advance and slowly gaining. Slowly, for Randolph was really a fine +skater and had no rival except Luke. But Luke was his superior, as +seemed likely to be proved. + +Though only these two stood any chance of final success, all the +boys kept up the contest. + +A branch of a tree had been placed at the western end of the pond, +and this was the mark around which the boys were to skate. Luke +made the circuit first, Randolph being about half a dozen rods +behind. After him came the rest of the boys in procession, with one +exception. This exception was Tom Harper, who apparently gave up +the contest when half-way across, and began skating about, here and +there, apparently waiting for his companions to return. + +"Tom Harper has given up his chance," said Linton to the teacher. + +"So it seems," replied Mr. Hooper, "but he probably had no +expectation of succeeding." + +"I should think he would have kept on with the rest. I would +have done so, though my chance would have been no better than his." + +Indeed, it seemed strange that Tom should have given up so quickly. +It soon appeared that it was not caprice, but that he had an object +in view, and that a very discreditable one. + +He waited till the boys were on their way back. By this time Luke +was some eight rods in advance of his leading competitor. Then Tom +began to be on the alert. As Luke came swinging on to victory he +suddenly placed himself in his way. Luke's speed was so great that +he could not check himself. He came into collision with Tom, and in +an instant both were prostrate. Tom, however, got the worst of it. +He was thrown violently backward, falling on the back of his head, +and lay stunned and motionless on the ice. Luke fell over him, but +was scarcely hurt at all. He was up again in an instant, and might +still have kept the lead, but instead he got down on his knees +beside Tom and asked anxiously: "Are you much hurt, Tom?" + +Tom didn't immediately answer, but lay breathing heavily, with his +eyes still closed. + +Meanwhile, Randolph, with a smile of triumph, swept on to his now +assured victory. Most of the boys, however, stopped and gathered +round Luke and Tom. + +This accident had been watched with interest and surprise from +the starting-point. + +"Tom must be a good deal hurt," said Linton. "What could possibly +have made him get in Luke's way?" + +"I don't know," said the teacher, slowly; "it looks strange." + +"It almost seemed as if he got in the way on purpose," Linton +continued. + +"He is a friend of Randolph Duncan, is he not?" asked the teacher, +abruptly. + +"They are together about all the time." + +"Ha!" commented the teacher, as if struck by an idea. He didn't, +however, give expression to the thought in his mind. + +A minute more, and Randolph swept into the presence of the teacher. + +"I believe I have won?" he said, with a smile of gratification on +his countenance. + +"You have come in first," said the teacher coldly. + +"Luke was considerably ahead when he ran into Tom," suggested +Linton. + +"That's not my lookout," said Randolph, shrugging his shoulders. +"The point is that I have come in first." + +"Tom Harper is a friend of yours, is he not?" asked the teacher. + +"Oh, yes!" answered Randolph, indifferently. + +"He seems to be a good deal hurt. It was very strange that +he got in Luke's way." + +"So it was," said Randolph, without betraying much interest. + +"Will you lend me your skates, Randolph?" asked Linton. +"I should like to go out and see if I can help Tom in any way." + +If any other boy than Linton had made the request, Randolph would +have declined, but he wished, if possible, to add Linton to his +list of friends, and graciously consented. + +Before Linton could reach the spot, Tom had been assisted to his +feet, and, with a dazed expression, assisted on either side by +Luke and Edmund Blake, was on his way back to the starting-point. + +"What made you get in my way, Tom?" asked Luke, puzzled. + +"I don't know," answered Tom, sullenly. + +"Are you much hurt?" + +"I think my skull must be fractured," moaned Tom. + +"Oh, not so bad as that," said Luke, cheerfully. "I've fallen +on my head myself, but I got over it." + +"You didn't fall as hard as I did," groaned Tom. + +"No, I presume not; but heads are hard, and I guess you'll be all +right in a few days." + +Tom had certainly been severely hurt. There was a swelling on the +back of his head almost as large as a hen's egg. + +"You've lost the watch, Luke," said Frank Acken. "Randolph has got +in first." + +"Yes, I supposed he would," answered Luke, quietly. + +"And there is Linton Tomkins coming to meet us on Randolph's skates." + +"Randolph is sitting down on a log taking it easy. What is your +loss, Luke, is his gain." + +"Yes." + +"I think he might have come back to inquire after you, Tom, as you +are a friend of his." + +Tom looked resentfully at Randolph, and marked his complacent look, +and it occurred to him also that the friend he had risked so much +to serve was very ungrateful. But he hoped now, at any rate, to get +the watch, and thought it prudent to say nothing. + +The boys had now reached the shore. + +"Hope you're not much hurt, Tom?" said Randolph, in a tone of +mild interest. + +"I don't know but my skull is fractured," responded Tom, bitterly. + +"Oh, I guess not. It's the fortune of war. Well, I got in first." + +Randolph waited for congratulations, but none came. All the boys +looked serious, and more than one suspected that there had been +foul play. They waited for the teacher to speak. + + + +CHAPTER III + +RANDOLPH GETS THE WATCH + + +"It is true," said the teacher, slowly. "Randolph has won the race." + +Randolph's face lighted up with exultation. + +"But it is also evident," continued Mr. Hooper, "that he would +not have succeeded but for the unfortunate collision between Luke +Larkin and Tom Harper." + +Here some of Luke's friends brightened up. + +"I don't know about that," said Randolph. "At any rate, I +came in first." + +"I watched the race closely," said the teacher, "and I have +no doubt on the subject. Luke had so great a lead that he would +surely have won the race." + +"But he didn't," persisted Randolph, doggedly. + +"He did not, as we all know. It is also clear that had he not +stopped to ascertain the extent of Tom's injuries he still might +have won." + +"That's so!" said half a dozen boys. + +"Therefore I cannot accept the result as indicating the superiority +of the successful contestant." + +"I think I am entitled to the prize," said Randolph. + +"I concede that; but, under the circumstances, I suggest to you +that it would be graceful and proper to waive your claim and try +the race over again." + +The boys applauded, with one or two exceptions. + +"I won't consent to that, Mr. Hooper," said Randolph, frowning. +"I've won the prize fairly and I want it." + +"I am quite willing Randolph should have it, sir," said Luke. "I +think I should have won it if I had not stopped with Tom, but that +doesn't affect the matter one way or the other. Randolph came in +first, as he says, and I think he is entitled to the watch." + +"Then," said Mr. Hooper, gravely, "there is nothing more to be said. +Randolph, come forward and receive the prize." + +Randolph obeyed with alacrity, and received the Waterbury watch +from the hands of Mr. Hooper. The boys stood in silence and offered +no congratulations. + +"Now, let me say," said the teacher, "that I cannot understand +why there was any collision at all. Tom Harper, why did you get +in Luke's way?" + +"Because I was a fool, sir," answered Tom, smarting from his +injuries, and the evident indifference of Randolph, in whose +cause he had incurred them. + +"That doesn't answer my question. Why did you act like a fool, as +you expressed it?" + +"I thought I could get out of the way in time," stammered Tom, who +did not dare to tell the truth. + +"You had no other reason?" asked the teacher, searchingly. + +"No, sir. What other reason could I have?" said Tom, but his manner +betrayed confusion. + +"Indeed, I don't know," returned the teacher, quietly. "Your +action, however, spoiled Luke's chances and insured the success +of Randolph." + +"And got me a broken head," muttered Tom, placing his hand upon the +swelling at the back of his head. + +"Yes, you got the worst of it. I advise you to go home and apply +cold water or any other remedy your mother may suggest." + +Randolph had already turned away, meaning to return home. Tom joined +him. Randolph would gladly have dispensed with his company, but had +no decent excuse, as Tom's home lay in the same direction as his. + +"Well, Randolph, you've won the watch," said Tom, when they were +out of hearing of the other boys. + +"Yes," answered Randolph, indifferently. "I don't care so much for +that as for the ten dollars my father is going to give me." + +"That's what I thought. You've got another watch, you know--more +valuable." + +"Well, what of it?" said Randolph, suspiciously. + +"I think you might give me the Waterbury. I haven't got any." + +"Why should I give it to you?" answered Randolph, coldly. + +"Because but for me you wouldn't have won it, nor the ten +dollars, neither." + +"How do you make that out?" + +"The teacher said so himself." + +"I don't agree to it." + +"You can't deny it. Luke was seven or eight rods ahead when +I got in his way." + +"Then it was lucky for me." + +"It isn't lucky for me. My head hurts awfully." + +"I'm very sorry, of course." + +"That won't do me any good. Come, Randolph, give me the watch, like +a good fellow." + +"Well, you've got cheek, I must say. I want the watch myself." + +"And is that all the satisfaction I am to get for my broken head?" +exclaimed Tom, indignantly. + +Randolph was a thoroughly mean boy, who, if he had had a dozen +watches, would have wished to keep them all for himself. + +"I've a great mind to tell Luke and the teacher of the arrangement +between us." + +"There wasn't any arrangement," said Randolph, sharply. "However, +as I'm really sorry for you, I am willing to give you a quarter. +There, now, don't let me hear any more about the matter." + +He drew a silver quarter from his vest pocket and tendered it +to Tom. + +Tom Harper was not a sensitive boy, but his face flushed with +indignation and shame, and he made no offer to take the money. + +"Keep your quarter, Randolph Duncan," he said scornfully. "I think +you're the meanest specimen of a boy that I ever came across. Any +boy is a fool to be your friend. I don't care to keep company with +you any longer." + +"This to me!" exclaimed Randolph, angrily. "This is the pay I +get for condescending to let you go with me." + +"You needn't condescend any longer," said Tom, curtly, and he +crossed to the other side of the street. + +Randolph looked after him rather uneasily. After all, he was +sorry to lose his humble follower. + +"He'll be coming round in a day or two to ask me to take him back," +he reflected. "I would be willing to give him ten cents more, but +as for giving him the watch, he must think me a fool to part with +that." + + + +CHAPTER IV + +LUKE'S NIGHT ADVENTURE + + +"I am sorry you have lost the watch, Luke," said the teacher, +after Randolph's departure. "You will have to be satisfied with +deserving it." + +"I am reconciled to the disappointment, sir," answered Luke. "I +can get along for the present without a watch." + +Nevertheless, Luke did feel disappointed. He had fully expected to +have the watch to carry home and display to his mother. As it was, +he was in no hurry to go home, but remained for two hours skating +with the other boys. He used his friend Linton's skates, Linton +having an engagement which prevented his remaining. + +It was five o'clock when Luke entered the little cottage which +he called home. His mother, a pleasant woman of middle age, +was spreading the cloth for supper. She looked up as he entered. + +"Well, Luke?" she said inquiringly. + +"I haven't brought home the watch, mother," he said. "Randolph +Duncan won it by accident. I will tell you about it." + +After he had done so, Mrs. Larkin asked thoughtfully. "Isn't it +a little singular that Tom should have got in your way?" + +"Yes; I thought so at the time." + +"Do you think there was any arrangement between him and Randolph?" + +"As you ask me, mother, I am obliged to say that I do." + +"It was a very mean trick!" said Mrs. Larkin, resentfully. + +"Yes, it was; but poor Tom was well punished for it. Why, he's got +a bunch on the back of his head almost as large as a hen's egg." + +"I don't pity him," said Mrs. Larkin. + +"I pity him, mother, for I don't believe Randolph will repay him +for the service done him. If Randolph had met with the same accident +I am not prepared to say that I should have pitied him much." + +"You might have been seriously injured yourself, Luke." + +"I might, but I wasn't, so I won't take that into consideration. +However, mother, watch or no watch, I've got a good appetite. +I shall be ready when supper is." + +Luke sat down to the table ten minutes afterward and proved his +words good, much to his mother's satisfaction. + +While he is eating we will say a word about the cottage. It was +small, containing only four rooms, furnished in the plainest +fashion. The rooms, however, were exceedingly neat, and presented an +appearance of comfort. Yet the united income of Mrs. Larkin and Luke +was very small. Luke received a dollar a week for taking care of the +schoolhouse, but this income only lasted forty weeks in the year. +Then he did odd jobs for the neighbors, and picked up perhaps as +much more. Mrs. Larkin had some skill as a dressmaker, but Groveton +was a small village, and there was another in the same line, so that +her income from this source probably did not average more than three +dollars a week. This was absolutely all that they had to live on, +though there was no rent to pay; and the reader will not be +surprised to learn that Luke had no money to spend for watches. + +"Are you tired, Luke?" asked his mother, after supper. + +"No, mother. Can I do anything for you?" + +"I have finished a dress for Miss Almira Clark. I suppose she +will want to wear it to church to-morrow. But she lives so far +away, I don't like to ask you to carry it to her." + +"Oh, I don't mind. It won't do me any harm." + +"You will get tired." + +"If I do, I shall sleep the better for it." + +"You are a good son, Luke." + +"I ought to be. Haven't I got a good mother?" + +So it was arranged. About seven o'clock, after his chores were +done--for there was some wood to saw and split--Luke set out, with +the bundle under his arm, for the house of Miss Clark, a mile and +a half away. + +It was a commonplace errand, that on which Luke had started, but +it was destined to be a very important day in his life. It was to +be a turning-point, and to mark the beginning of a new chapter of +experiences. Was it to be for good or ill? That we are not prepared +to reveal. It will be necessary for the reader to follow his career, +step by step, and decide for himself. + +Of course, Luke had no thought of this when he set out. To him it +had been a marked day on account of the skating match, but this +had turned out a disappointment. He accomplished his errand, which +occupied a considerable time, and then set out on his return. It was +half-past eight, but the moon had risen and diffused a mild radiance +over the landscape. Luke thought he would shorten his homeward way +by taking a path through the woods. It was not over a quarter of a +mile, but would shorten the distance by as much more. The trees were +not close together, so that it was light enough to see. Luke had +nearly reached the edge of the wood, when he overtook a tall man, +a stranger in the neighborhood, who carried in his hand a tin box. +Turning, he eyed Luke sharply. + +"Boy, what's your name?" he asked. + +"Luke Larkin," our hero answered, in surprise. + +"Where do you live?" + +"In the village yonder." + +"Will you do me a favor?" + +"What is it, sir?" + +"Take this tin box and carry it to your home. Keep it under lock +and key till I call for it." + +"Yes, sir, I can do that. But how shall I know you again?" + +"Take a good look at me, that you may remember me." + +"I think I shall know you again, but hadn't you better give me +a name?" + +"Well, perhaps so," answered the other, after a moment's thought. +"You may call me Roland Reed. Will you remember?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"I am obliged to leave this neighborhood at once, and can't +conveniently carry the box," explained the stranger. "Here's +something for your trouble." + +Luke was about to say that he required no money, when it occurred +to him that he had no right to refuse, since money was so scarce +at home. He took the tin box and thrust the bank-bill into his +vest pocket. He wondered how much it was, but it was too dark to +distinguish. + +"Good night!" said Luke, as the stranger turned away. + +"Good night!" answered his new acquaintance, abruptly. + +If Luke could have foreseen the immediate consequences of this +apparently simple act, and the position in which it would soon +place him, he would certainly have refused to take charge of the +box. And yet in so doing it might have happened that he had made a +mistake. The consequences of even our simple acts are oftentimes +far-reaching and beyond the power of human wisdom to foreknow. + +Luke thought little of this as, with the box under his arm, he +trudged homeward. + + + +CHAPTER V + +LUKE RECEIVES AN INVITATION + + +"What have you there, Luke?" asked Mrs. Larkin, as Luke entered the +little sitting-room with the tin box under his arm. + +"I met a man on my way home, who asked me to keep it for him." + +"Do you know the man?" asked his mother, in surprise. + +"No," answered Luke. + +"It seems very singular. What did he say?" + +"He said that he was obliged to leave the neighborhood at once, and +could not conveniently carry the box." + +"Do you think it contains anything of value?" + +"Yes, mother. It is like the boxes rich men have to hold their +stocks and bonds. I was at the bank one day, and saw a gentleman +bring in one to deposit in the safe." + +"I can't understand that at all, Luke. You say you did not know +this man?" + +"I never met him before." + +"And, of course, he does not know you?" + +"No, for he asked my name." + +"Yet he put what may be valuable property in your possession." + +"I think," said Luke, shrewdly, "he had no one else to trust +it to. Besides, a country boy wouldn't be very likely to make +use of stocks and bonds." + +"No, that is true. I suppose the tin box is locked?" + +"Yes, mother. The owner--he says his name is Roland Reed--wishes +it put under lock and key." + +"I can lock it up in my trunk, Luke." + +"I think that will be a good idea." + +"I hope he will pay you for your trouble when he takes away +the tin box." + +"He has already. I forgot to mention it," and Luke drew from his +vest pocket, the bank-note he had thrust in as soon as received. +"Why, it's a ten-dollar bill!" he exclaimed. "I wonder whether he +knew he was giving me as much?" + +"I presume so, Luke," said his mother, brightening up. "You are +in luck!" + +"Take it, mother. You will find a use for it." + +"But, Luke, this money is yours." + +"No, it is yours, for you are going to take care of the box." + +It was, indeed, quite a windfall, and both mother and son retired +to rest in a cheerful frame of mind, in spite of Luke's failure in +the race. + +"I have been thinking, Luke," said his mother, at the breakfast-table, +"that I should like to have you buy a Waterbury watch out of this +money. It will only cost three dollars and a half, and that is only +one-third." + +"Thank you, mother, but I can get along without the watch. I +cared for it chiefly because it was to be a prize given to the +best skater. All the boys know that I would have won but for +the accident, and that satisfies me." + +"I should like you to have a watch, Luke." + +"There is another objection, mother. I don't want any one +to know about the box or the money. If it were known that we +had so much property in the house, some attempt might be made +to rob us." + +"That is true, Luke. But I hope it won't be long before you +have a watch of your own." + +When Luke was walking, after breakfast, he met Randolph +Duncan, with a chain attached to the prize watch ostentatiously +displayed on the outside of his vest. He smiled complacently, +and rather triumphantly, when he met Luke. But Luke looked +neither depressed nor angry. + +"I hope your watch keeps good time, Randolph," he said. + +"Yes; it hasn't varied a minute so far. I think it will keep +as good time as my silver watch." + +"You are fortunate to have two watches." + +"My father has promised me a gold watch when I am eighteen," +said Randolph, pompously. + +"I don't know if I shall have any watch at all when I am eighteen." + +"Oh, well, you are a poor boy. It doesn't matter to you." + +"I don't know about that, Randolph. Time is likely to be +of as much importance to a poor boy as to a rich boy." + +"Oh, ah! yes, of course, but a poor boy isn't expected to wear +a watch." + +Here the conversation ended. Luke walked on with an amused smile +on his face. + +"I wonder how it would seem to be as complacent and self-satisfied +as Randolph?" he thought. "On the whole, I would rather be as I am." + +"Good morning, Luke!" + +It was a girl's voice that addressed him. Looking up, he met the +pleasant glance of Florence Grant, considered by many the prettiest +girl in Groveton. Her mother was a widow in easy circumstances, +who had removed from Chicago three years before, and occupied a +handsome cottage nearly opposite Mr. Duncan's residence. She was a +general favorite, not only for her good looks, but on account of +her pleasant manner and sweet disposition. + +"Good morning, Florence," said Luke, with an answering smile. + +"What a pity you lost the race yesterday!" + +"Randolph doesn't think so." + +"No; he is a very selfish boy, I am afraid." + +"Did you see the race?" asked Luke. + +"No, but I heard all about it. If it hadn't been for Tom Harper +you would have won, wouldn't you?" + +"I think so." + +"All the boys say so. What could have induced Tom to get in the way?" + +"I don't know. It was very foolish, however. He got badly hurt." + +"Tom is a friend of Randolph," said Florence significantly. + +"Yes," answered Luke; "but I don't think Randolph would +stoop to such a trick as that." + +"You wouldn't, Luke, but Randolph is a different boy. +Besides, I hear he was trying for something else." + +"I know; his father offered him ten dollars besides." + +"I don't see why it is that some fare so much better than +others," remarked Florence, thoughtfully. "The watch and the +money would have done you more good." + +"So they would, Florence, but I don't complain. I may be +better off some day than I am now." + +"I hope you will, Luke," said Florence, cordially. + +"I am very much obliged to you for your good wishes," said +Luke, warmly. + +"That reminds me, Luke, next week, Thursday, is my birthday, +and I am to have a little party in the evening. Will you come?" + +Luke's face flushed with pleasure. Though he knew Florence +very well from their being schoolfellows, he had never visited +the house. He properly regarded the invitation as a compliment, +and as a mark of friendship from one whose good opinion he +highly valued. + +"Thank you, Florence," he said. "You are very kind, and I shall +have great pleasure in being present. Shall you have many?" + +"About twenty. Your friend Randolph will be there." + +"I think there will be room for both of us," said Luke, with +a smile. + +The young lady bade him good morning and went on her way. + +Two days later Luke met Randolph at the dry-goods store in +the village. + +"What are you buying?" asked Randolph, condescendingly. + +"Only a spool of thread for my mother." + +"I am buying a new necktie to wear to Florence Grant's birthday +party," said Randolph, pompously. + +"I think I shall have to do the same," said Luke, enjoying +the surprise he saw expressed on Randolph's face. + +"Are you going?" demanded Randolph, abruptly. + +"Yes." + +"Have you been invited?" + +"That is a strange question," answered Luke, indignantly. "Do you +think I would go without an invitation?" + +"Really, it will be quite a mixed affair," said Randolph, shrugging +his shoulders. + +"If you think so, why do you go?" + +"I don't want to disappoint Florence." + +Luke smiled. He was privately of the opinion that the disappointment +wouldn't be intense. + + + +CHAPTER VI + +PREPARING FOR THE PARTY + + +The evening of the party arrived. It was quite a social event at +Groveton, and the young people looked forward to it with pleasant +anticipation. Randolph went so far as to order a new suit for the +occasion. He was very much afraid it would not be ready in time, +but he was not to be disappointed. At five o'clock on Thursday +afternoon it was delivered, and Randolph, when arrayed in it, +surveyed himself with great satisfaction. He had purchased a +handsome new necktie, and he reflected with pleasure that no boy +present--not even Linton--would be so handsomely dressed as himself. +He had a high idea of his personal consequence, but he was also of +the opinion that "fine feathers make fine birds," and his suit was +of fine cloth and stylish make. + +"I wonder what the janitor will wear?" he said to himself, with a +curl of the lip. "A pair of overalls, perhaps. They would be very +appropriate, certainly." + +This was just the question which was occupying Luke's mind. He +did not value clothes as Randolph did, but he liked to look neat. +Truth to tell, he was not very well off as to wardrobe. He had his +every-day suit, which he wore to school, and a better suit, which he +had worn for over a year. It was of mixed cloth, neat in appearance, +though showing signs of wear; but there was one trouble. During the +past year Luke had grown considerably, and his coat-sleeves were +nearly two inches too short, and the legs of his trousers deficient +quite as much. Nevertheless, he dressed himself, and he, too, +surveyed himself, not before a pier-glass, but before the small +mirror in the kitchen. + +"Don't my clothes look bad, mother?" he asked anxiously. + +"They are neat and clean, Luke," said his mother, hesitatingly. + +"Yes, I know; but they are too small." + +"You have been growing fast in the last year, Luke," said his +mother, looking a little disturbed. "I suppose you are not sorry +for that?" + +"No," answered Luke, with a smile, "but I wish my coat and +trousers had grown, too." + +"I wish, my dear boy, I could afford to buy you a new suit." + +"Oh, never mind, mother," said Luke, recovering his cheerfulness. +"They will do for a little while yet. Florence didn't invite me +for my clothes." + +"No; she is a sensible girl. She values you for other reasons." + +"I hope so, mother. Still, when I consider how handsomely Randolph +will be dressed, I can't help thinking that there is considerable +difference in our luck." + +"Would you be willing to exchange with him, Luke?" + +"There is one thing I wouldn't like to exchange." + +"And what is that?" + +"I wouldn't exchange my mother for his," said Luke, kissing the +widow affectionately. "His mother is a cold, proud, disagreeable +woman, while I have the best mother in the world." + +"Don't talk foolishly, Luke," said Mrs. Larkin; but her face +brightened, and there was a warm feeling in her heart, for it +was very pleasant to her to hear Luke speak of her in this way. + +"I won't think any more about it, mother," said Luke. "I've got +a new necktie, at any rate, and I will make that do." + +Just then there was a knock at the door, and Linton entered. + +"I thought I would come round and go to the party with you, +Luke," he said. + +Linton was handsomely dressed, though he had not bought a suit +expressly, like Randolph. He didn't appear to notice Luke's scant +suit. Even if he had, he would have been too much of a gentleman +to refer to it. + +"I think we shall have a good time," he said. "We always do at +Mrs. Grant's. Florence is a nice girl, and they know how to make +it pleasant. I suppose we shall have dancing." + +"I don't know how to dance," said Luke, regretfully. "I should like +to have taken lessons last winter when Professor Bent had a class, +but I couldn't afford it." + +"You have seen dancing?" + +"Oh, yes." + +"It doesn't take much knowledge to dance a quadrille, particularly +if you get on a side set. Come, we have an hour before it is time +to go. Suppose I give you a lesson?" + +"Do you think I could learn enough in that time to venture?" + +"Yes, I do. If you make an occasional mistake it won't matter. So, +if your mother will give us the use of the sitting-room, I will +commence instructions." + +Luke had looked at some dancers in the dining-room at the hotel, and +was not wholly a novice, therefore. Linton was an excellent dancer, +and was clear in his directions. It may also be said that Luke was +a ready learner. So it happened at the end of the hour that the +pupil had been initiated not only in the ordinary changes of the +quadrille, but also in one contra dance, the Virginia Reel, which +was a great favorite among the young people of Groveton. + +"Now, I think you'll do, Luke," said Linton, when the lesson +was concluded. "You are very quick to learn." + +"You think I won't be awkward, Linton?" + +"No, if you keep cool and don't get flustered." + +"I am generally pretty cool. But I shall be rather surprised +to see myself on the floor," laughed Luke. + +"No doubt others will be, but you'll have a great deal more fun." + +"So I shall. I don't like leaning against the wall while others +are having a good time." + +"If you could dance as well as you can skate you would have no +trouble, Luke." + +"No; that is where Randolph has the advantage of me." + +"He is a very great dancer, though he can't come up to you in +skating. However, dancing isn't everything. Dance as well as he +may, he doesn't stand as high in the good graces of Florence Grant +as he would like to do." + +"I always noticed that he seemed partial to Florence." + +"Yes, but it isn't returned. How about yourself, Luke?" + +Luke, being a modest boy, blushed. + +"I certainly think Florence a very nice girl," he said. + +"I was sure of that," said Linton, smiling. + +"But I don't want to stand in your way, Linton," continued Luke, +with a smile. + +"No danger, Luke. Florence is a year older than I am. Now, you are +nearly two years older than she, and are better matched. So you +needn't consider me in the matter." + +Of course, this was all a joke. It was true, however, that of all +the girls in Groveton, Luke was more attracted by Florence Grant +than by any other, and they had always been excellent friends. It +was well known that Randolph also was partial to the young lady, +but he certainly had never received much encouragement. + +Finally the boys got out, and were very soon at the door of Mrs. +Grant's handsome cottage. It was large upon the ground, with a +broad veranda, in the Southern style. In fact, Mrs. Grant was +Southern by birth, and, erecting the house herself, had it built +after the fashion of her Southern birthplace. + +Most of the young visitors had arrived when Luke and Linton +put in an appearance. They had been detained longer than they +were aware by the dancing-lesson. + +Randolph and Sam Noble were sitting side by side at one end +of the room, facing the entrance. + +"Look," said Randolph, with a satirical smile, to his companion, +"there comes the young janitor in his dress suit. Just look +at his coat-sleeves and the legs of his trousers. They are at +least two inches too short. Any other boy would be ashamed to +come to a party in such ridiculous clothes." + +Sam looked and tittered. Luke's face flushed, for, though he +did not hear the words, he guessed their tenor. But he was made +to forget them when Florence came forward and greeted Linton +and himself with unaffected cordiality. + + + +CHAPTER VII + +FLORENCE GRANT'S PARTY + + +Luke's uncomfortable consciousness of his deficiencies in dress soon +passed off. He noticed the sneer on Randolph's face and heard Sam's +laugh, but he cared very little for the opinion of either of them. +No other in the company appeared to observe his poor dress, and he +was cordially greeted by them all, with the two exceptions already +named. + +"The janitor ought to know better than to intrude into the society +of his superiors," said Randolph to Sam. + +"He seems to enjoy himself," said Sam. + +This was half an hour after the party had commenced, when all were +engaged in one of the plays popular at a country party. + +"I am going to have a party myself in a short time," continued +Randolph, "but I shall be more select than Florence in my invitations. +I shall not invite any working boys." + +"Right you are, Randolph," said the subservient Sam. "I hope +you won't forget me." + +"Oh, no; I shall invite you. Of course, you don't move exactly +in my circle, but, at any rate, you dress decently." + +If Sam Noble had had proper pride he would have resented the +insolent assumption of superiority in this speech, but he was +content to play second fiddle to Randolph Duncan. His family, +like himself, were ambitious to be on good terms with the leading +families in the village, and did not mind an occasional snub. + +"Shall you invite Tom Harper?" he asked. + +He felt a little jealous of Tom, who had vied with him in flattering +attentions to Randolph. + +"No, I don't think so. Tom isn't here, is he?" + +"He received an invitation, but ever since his accident he has been +troubled with severe headaches, and I suppose that keeps him away." + +"He isn't up to my standard," said Randolph, consequentially. "He +comes of a low family." + +"You and he have been together a good deal." + +"Oh, I have found him of some service, but I have paid for it." + +Yet this was the boy who, at his own personal risk, had obtained +for Randolph the prize at the skating-match. Privately, Sam thought +Randolph ungrateful, but he was, nevertheless, pleased at having +distanced Tom in the favor of the young aristocrat. + +After an hour, spent in various amusements, one of the company +took her place at the piano, and dancing began. + +"Now is your time, Luke," said Linton. "Secure a partner. It is +only a quadrille." + +"I feel a little nervous," said Luke. "Perhaps I had better wait +till the second dance." + +"Oh, nonsense! Don't be afraid." + +Meanwhile, Randolph, with a great flourish, had invited Florence +to dance. + +"Thank you," she answered, taking his arm. + +Randolph took his place with her as head couple. Linton and Annie +Comray faced them. To Randolph's amazement, Luke and Fanny Pratt +took their places as one of the side couples. Randolph, who was +aware that Luke had never taken lessons, remarked this with equal +surprise and disgust. His lip curled as he remarked to his partner: +"Really, I didn't know that Luke Larkin danced." + +"Nor I," answered Florence. + +"I am sorry he is in our set." + +"Why?" asked Florence, regarding him attentively. + +"He will probably put us out by his clownish performance." + +"Wouldn't it be well to wait and see whether he does or not?" +responded Florence, quietly. + +Randolph shrugged his shoulders. + +"I pity his partner, at any rate," he said. + +"I can't join in any such conversation about one of my guests," +said Florence, with dignity. + +Here the first directions were given, and the quadrille commenced. + +Luke felt a little nervous, it must be confessed, and for +that reason he watched with unusual care the movements of the +head couples. He was quick to learn, and ordinarily cool and +self-possessed. Besides, he knew that no one was likely to +criticize him except Randolph. He saw the latter regarding him with +a mocking smile, and this stimulated him to unusual carefulness. +The result was that he went through his part with quite as much ease +and correctness as any except the most practiced dancers. Florence +said nothing, but she turned with a significant smile to Randolph. +The latter looked disappointed and mortified. His mean disposition +would have been gratified by Luke's failure, but this was a +gratification he was not to enjoy. + +The dance was at length concluded, and Luke, as he led his +partner to a seat, felt that he had scored a success. + +"May I have the pleasure of dancing with you next time, Florence?" +asked Randolph. + +"Thank you, but I should not think it right to slight my other +guests," said the young lady. + +Just then Luke came up and preferred the same request. He would +not have done so if he had not acquitted himself well in the +first quadrille. + +Florence accepted with a smile. + +"I was not aware that dancing was one of your accomplishments, +Luke," she said. + +"Nor I, till this evening," answered Luke. "There stands my +teacher," and he pointed to Linton. + +"You do credit to your teacher," said Florence. "I should not +have known you were such a novice." + +Luke was pleased with this compliment, and very glad that he had +been spared the mortification of breaking down before the eyes of +his ill-wisher, Randolph Duncan. It is hardly necessary to say that +he did equally well in the second quadrille, though he and Florence +were head couple. + +The next dance was the Virginia Reel. Here Florence had Linton for +a partner, and Luke secured as his own partner a very good dancer. +From prudence, however, he took his place at some distance from the +head, and by dint of careful watching he acquitted himself as well +as in the quadrilles. + +"Really, Luke, you are doing wonderfully well," said Linton, when +the dance was over. "I can hardly believe that you have taken but +one lesson, and that from so poor a teacher as I am." + +"I couldn't have had a better teacher, Lin," said Luke. "I owe my +success to you." + +"Didn't you say Luke couldn't dance?" asked Sam Noble of Randolph, +later in the evening. + +"He can't," answered Randolph, irritably. + +"He gets along very well, I am sure. He dances as well as I do." + +"That isn't saying much," answered Randolph, with a sneer. He could +not help sneering even at his friends, and this was one reason why +no one was really attached to him. + +Sam walked away offended. + +The party broke up at half-past ten. It was an early hour, but late +enough considering the youth of the participants. Luke accompanied +home one of the girls who had no brother present, and then turned +toward his own home. + +He had nearly reached it, when a tall figure, moving from the +roadside, put a hand on his shoulder. + +"You are Luke Larkin?" said the stranger, in questioning tone. + +"Yes, sir." + +"Is the tin box safe?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"That is all--for the present," and the stranger walked quickly away. + +"Who can he be," thought Luke, in wonder, "and why should he have +trusted a complete stranger--and a boy?" + +Evidently there was some mystery about the matter. Had the stranger +come honestly by the box, or was Luke aiding and abetting a thief? +He could not tell. + + + +CHAPTER VIII + +MISS SPRAGUE DISCOVERS A SECRET + + +About this time it became known to one person in the village that +the Larkins had in their possession a tin box, contents unknown. + +This is the way it happened: + +Among the best-known village residents was Miss Melinda Sprague, +a maiden lady, who took a profound interest in the affairs of her +neighbors. She seldom went beyond the limits of Groveton, which +was her world. She had learned the business of dressmaking, and +often did work at home for her customers. She was of a curious and +prying disposition, and nothing delighted her more than to acquire +the knowledge of a secret. + +One day--a few days after Florence Grant's party--Mrs. Larkin was +in her own chamber. She had the trunk open, having occasion to take +something from it, when, with a light step, Miss Sprague entered +the room. The widow, who was on her knees before the trunk, turning, +recognized the intruder, not without displeasure. + +"I hope you'll excuse my coming in so unceremoniously, Mrs. Larkin," +said Melinda, effusively. "I knocked, but you didn't hear it, being +upstairs, and I took the liberty, being as we were so well +acquainted, to come upstairs in search of you." + +"Yes, certainly," answered Mrs. Larkin, but her tone was +constrained. + +She quickly shut the lid of the trunk. There was only one thing +among its contents which she was anxious to hide, but that Miss +Melinda's sharp eyes had already discovered. Unfortunately, the +tin box was at one side, in plain sight. + +"What on earth does Mrs. Larkin do with a tin box?" she asked +herself, with eager curiosity. "Can she have property that people +don't know of? I always thought she was left poor." + +Melinda asked no questions. The sudden closing of the trunk +showed her that the widow would not be inclined to answer any +questions. + +"I won't let her think I saw anything," she said to herself. +"Perhaps she'll get anxious and refer to it." + +"We will go downstairs, Melinda," said Mrs. Larkin. "It will be +more comfortable." + +"If you have anything to do up here, I beg you won't mind me," said +the spinster. + +"No, I have nothing that won't wait." + +So the two went down into the sitting-room. + +"And how is Luke?" asked Miss Sprague, in a tone of friendly interest. + +"Very well, thank you." + +"Luke was always a great favorite of mine," continued the spinster. +"Such a manly boy as he is!" + +"He is a great help to me," said Mrs. Larkin. + +"No doubt he is. He takes care of the schoolhouse, doesn't he?" + +"Yes." + +"How much pay does he get?" + +"A dollar a week." + +"I hope he will be able to keep the position." + +"What do you mean, Melinda?" asked the widow, not without anxiety. + +"You know Doctor Snodgrass has resigned on the school committee, +and Squire Duncan has been elected in his place." + +"Well?" + +"Mrs. Flanagan went to him yesterday to ask to have her son Tim +appointed janitor in place of Luke, and I heard that she received +considerable encouragement from the squire." + +"Do they find any fault with Luke?" asked Mrs. Larkin, jealously. + +"No, not as I've heard; but Mrs. Flanagan said Luke had had +it for a year, and now some one else ought to have the chance." + +"Are you quite sure of this, Melinda?" + +Miss Sprague, though over forty, was generally called by her first +name, not as a tribute to her youth, but to the fact of her being +still unmarried. + +"Yes, I am; I had it from Mrs. Flanagan herself." + +"I don't think Tim would do as well as Luke. He has never been +able to keep a place yet." + +"Just so; but, of course, his mother thinks him a polygon." Probably +Miss Sprague meant a paragon--she was not very careful in her +speech, but Mrs. Larkin did not smile at her mistake. She was too +much troubled at the news she had just heard. A dollar a week may +seem a ridiculous trifle to some of my readers, but, where the +entire income of the family was so small, it was a matter of some +consequence. + +"I don't think Luke has heard anything of this," said the widow. "He +has not mentioned it to me." + +"Perhaps there won't be any change, after all," said Melinda. "I am +sure Tim Flanagan wouldn't do near as well as Luke." + +Miss Melinda was not entirely sincere. She had said to Mrs. Flanagan +that she quite agreed with her that Luke had been janitor long +enough, and hoped Tim would get the place. She was in the habit of +siding with the person she chanced to be talking with at the moment, +and this was pretty well understood. + +Luke, however, had heard of this threatened removal. For this, it +may be said, Randolph was partly responsible. Just after Mrs. +Flanagan's call upon the squire to solicit his official influence, +Prince Duncan mentioned the matter to his son. + +"How long has Luke Larkin been janitor at the schoolhouse?" +he asked. + +"About a year. Why do you ask?" + +"Does he attend to the duties pretty well?" + +"I suppose so. He's just fit to make fires and sweep the floor," +answered Randolph, his lip curling. + +"Mrs. Flanagan has been here to ask me to appoint her son Tim in +Luke's place." + +"You'd better do it, pa," said Randolph, quickly. + +"Why? You say Luke is well fitted for the position." + +"Oh, anybody could do as well, but Luke puts on airs. He feels +too big for his position." + +"I suppose Mrs. Larkin needs the money." + +"So does Mrs. Flanagan," said Randolph. + +"What sort of a boy is Tim? I have heard that he is lazy." + +"Oh, I guess he'll do. Of course, I am not well acquainted with a +boy like him," said the young aristocrat. "But I'm quite disgusted +with Luke. He was at Florence Grant's party the other evening, and +was cheeky enough to ask her to dance with him." + +"Did she do so?" + +"Yes; I suppose it was out of pity. He ought to have known better +than to attend a party with such a suit. His coat and pantaloons +were both too small for him, but he flourished around as if he +were fashionably dressed." + +Squire Duncan made no reply to his son's comments, but he felt +disposed, for reasons of his own, to appoint Tim Flanagan. He was +hoping to be nominated for representative at the next election, and +thought the appointment might influence the Irish vote in his favor. + +"Shall you appoint Tim, pa?" asked Randolph. + +"I think it probable. It seems only right to give him a chance. +Rotation in office is a principle of which I approve." + +"That's good!" thought Randolph, with a smile of gratification. +"It isn't a very important place, but Luke will be sorry to +lose it. The first time I see him I will give him a hint of it." + +Randolph met Luke about an hour later in the village street. +He did not often stop to speak with our hero, but this time he +had an object in doing so. + + + +CHAPTER IX + +LUKE LOSES HIS POSITION + + +"Luke Larkin!" + +Luke turned, on hearing his name called, and was rather surprised +to see Randolph hastening toward him. + +"How are you, Randolph?" he said politely. + +"Where are you going?" asked Randolph, not heeding the inquiry. + +"To the schoolhouse, to sweep out." + +"How long have you been janitor?" asked Randolph, abruptly. + +"About a year," Luke answered, in surprise. + +"That's a good while." + +Luke was puzzled. Why should Randolph feel such an interest, +all at once, in his humble office? + +"I suppose you know that my father is now on the school committee?" +Randolph continued. + +"Yes; I heard so." + +"He thinks of appointing Tim Flanagan janitor in your place." + +Luke's face showed his surprise and concern. The loss of his modest +income would, as he knew, be severely felt by his mother and +himself. The worst of it was, there seemed no chance in Groveton +of making it up in any other way. + +"Did your father tell you this?" he asked, after a pause. + +"Yes; he just told me," answered Randolph, complacently. + +"Why does he think of removing me? Are there any complaints of +the way I perform my duties?" + +"Really, my good fellow," said Randolph, languidly, "I can't +enlighten you on that point. You've held the office a good while, +you know." + +"You are very kind to tell me--this bad news," said Luke, pointedly. + +"Oh, don't mention it. Good morning. Were you fatigued after your +violent exercise at Florence Grant's party?" + +"No. Were you?" + +"I didn't take any," said Randolph, haughtily. "I danced--I didn't +jump round." + +"Thank you for the compliment. Is there anything more you wish to +say to me?" + +"No." + +"Then good morning." + +When Luke was left alone he felt serious. How was he going to make +up the dollar a week of which he was to be deprived? The more he +considered the matter the further he was from thinking anything. He +was not quite sure whether the news was reliable, or merely invented +by Randolph to tease and annoy him. Upon this point, however, he was +soon made certain. The next day, as he was attending to his duties +in the schoolhouse, Tim Flanagan entered. + +"Here's a note for you, Luke," he said. + +Luke opened the note and found it brief but significant. It ran +thus: + +"LUKE LARKIN: I have appointed the bearer, Timothy Flanagan, janitor +in your place. You will give him the key of the schoolhouse, and he +will at once assume your duties. + +"PRINCE DUNCAN." + +"Well, Tim," said Luke, calmly, "it appears that you are going +to take my place." + +"Yes, Luke, but I don't care much about it. My mother went to the +squire and got me the job. The pay's a dollar a week, isn't it?" + +"Yes." + +"That isn't enough." + +"It isn't very much, but there are not many ways of earning +money here in Groveton." + +"What do you have to do?" + +"Make the fire every morning and sweep out twice a week. +Then there's dusting, splitting up kindlings, and so on." + +"I don't think I'll like it. I ain't good at makin' fires." + +"Squire Duncan writes you are to begin at once." + +"Shure, I'm afraid I won't succeed." + +"I'll tell you what, Tim. I'll help you along till you've got +used to the duties. After a while they'll get easy for you." + +"Will you now? You're a good feller, Luke. I thought you +would be mad at losin' the job." + +"I am not mad, but I am sorry. I needed the money, but no +doubt you do, also. I have no grudge against you." + +Luke had just started in his work. He explained to Tim how +to do it, and remained with him till it was done. + +"I'll come again to-morrow, Tim," he said. "I will get you +well started, for I want to make it easy for you." + +Tim was by no means a model boy, but he was warm-hearted, +and he was touched by Luke's generous treatment. + +"I say, Luke," he exclaimed, "I don't want to take your job. Say +the word, and I'll tell mother and the squire I don't want it." + +"No, Tim, it's your duty to help your mother. Take it and +do your best." + +On his way home Luke chanced to meet the squire, walking in his +usual dignified manner toward the bank, of which he was president. + +"Squire Duncan," he said, walking up to him in a manly way, "I +would like to speak a word to you." + +"Say on, young man." + +"Tim Flanagan handed me a note from you this morning +ordering me to turn over my duties as janitor to him." + +"Very well?" + +"I have done so, but I wish to ask you if I have been removed +on account of any complaints that my work was not well done?" + +"I have heard no complaints," answered the squire. "I appointed +Timothy in your place because I approved of rotation in office. +It won't do any good for you to make a fuss about it." + +"I don't intend to make a fuss, Squire Duncan," said Luke, +proudly. "I merely wished to know if there were any charges +against me." + +"There are none." + +"Then I am satisfied. Good morning, sir." + +"Stay, young man. Is Timothy at the schoolhouse?" + +"Yes, sir. I gave him some instruction about the work, and +promised to go over to-morrow to help him." + +"Very well." + +Squire Duncan was rather relieved to find that Luke did not propose +to make any fuss. His motive, as has already been stated, was a +political one. He wished to ingratiate himself with Irish voters +and obtain an election as representative; not that he cared so much +for this office, except as a stepping-stone to something higher. + +Luke turned his steps homeward. He dreaded communicating the news +to his mother, for he knew that it would depress her, as it had +him. However, it must be known sooner or later, and he must not +shrink from telling her. + +"Mother," he said, as he entered the room where she was sewing, "I +have lost my job as janitor." + +"I expected you would, Luke," said his mother, soberly. + +"Who told you?" asked Luke, in surprise. + +"Melinda Sprague was here yesterday and told me Tim Flanagan +was to have it." + +"Miss Sprague seems to know everything that is going on." + +"Yes, she usually hears everything. Have you lost the place already?" + +"Tim brought me a note this morning from Squire Duncan informing me +that I was removed and he was put in my place." + +"It is going to be a serious loss to us, Luke," said Mrs. Larkin, +gravely. + +"Yes, mother, but I am sure something will turn up in its place." + +Luke spoke confidently, but it was a confidence he by no means felt. + +"It is a sad thing to be so poor as we are," said Mrs. Larkin, +with a sigh. + +"It is very inconvenient, mother, but we ought to be glad that we +have perfect health. I am young and strong, and I am sure I can +find some other way of earning a dollar a week." + +"At any rate, we will hope so, Luke." + +Luke went to bed early that night. The next morning, as they were +sitting at breakfast, Melinda Sprague rushed into the house and +sank into a chair, out of breath. + +"Have you heard the news?" + +"No. What is it?" + +"The bank has been robbed! A box of United States bonds has been +taken, amounting to thirty or forty thousand dollars!" + +Luke and his mother listened in amazement. + + + +CHAPTER X + +MELINDA MAKES MISCHIEF + + +"Where did you hear this, Melinda?" asked Mrs. Larkin. + +"I called on Mrs. Duncan just now--I was doing some work for +her--and she told me. Isn't it awful?" + +"Was the bank broken open last night, Miss Sprague?" asked Luke. + +"I don't know when it was entered." + +"I don't understand it at all," said Luke, looking puzzled. + +"All I know is that, on examining the safe, the box of bonds +was missing." + +"Then it might have been taken some time since?" + +"Yes, it might." + +The same thought came to Luke and his mother at once. Was the +mysterious stranger the thief, and had he robbed the bank and +transferred the tin box to Luke? It might be so, but, as this +happened more than a fortnight since, it would have been strange in +that case that the box had not been missed sooner at the bank. Luke +longed to have Miss Sprague go, that he might confer with his mother +on this subject. He had been told to keep the possession of the box +secret, and therefore he didn't wish to reveal the fact that he had +it unless it should prove to be necessary. + +"Were any traces of the robber discovered?" he added. + +"Not that I heard of; but I pity the thief, whoever he is," +remarked Melinda. "When he's found out he will go to jail, +without any doubt." + +"I can't understand, for my part, how an outside party could +open the safe," said Mrs. Larkin. "It seems very mysterious." + +"There's many things we can't understand," said Melinda, +shaking her head sagely. "All crimes are mysterious." + +"I hope they'll find out who took the bonds," said the widow. +"Did they belong to the bank?" + +"No, they belonged to a gentleman in Cavendish, who kept them in +the bank, thinking they would be safer than in his own house. Little +did he know what iniquity there was even in quiet country places +like Groveton." + +"Surely, Melinda, you don't think any one in Groveton robbed the +bank?" said Mrs. Larkin. + +"There's no knowing!" said Miss Sprague, solemnly. "There's those +that we know well, or think we do, but we cannot read their hearts +and their secret ways." + +"Have you any suspicions, Miss Sprague?" asked Luke, considerably +amused at the portentous solemnity of the visitor. + +"I may and I may not, Luke," answered Melinda, with the air of one +who knew a great deal more than she chose to tell; "but it isn't +proper for me to speak at present." + +Just then Miss Sprague saw some one passing who, she thought, had +not heard of the robbery, and, hastily excusing herself, she left +the house. + +"What do you think, Luke?" asked his mother, after the spinster had +gone. "Do you think the box we have was taken from the bank?" + +"No, I don't, mother. I did think it possible at first, but it +seems very foolish for the thief, if he was one, to leave the box +in the same village, in the charge of a boy. It would have been +more natural and sensible for him to open it, take out the bonds, +and throw it away or leave it in the woods." + +"There is something in that," said Mrs. Larkin, thoughtfully. "There +is certainly a mystery about our box, but I can't think it was +stolen from the bank." + +Meanwhile, Miss Sprague had formed an important resolve. The more +she thought of it, the more she believed the missing box was the one +of which she had caught a glimpse of in Mrs. Larkin's trunk. True, +Luke and the widow had not betrayed that confusion and embarrassment +which might have been anticipated when the theft was announced, but +she had noticed the look exchanged between them, and she was sure it +meant something. Above all, her curiosity was aroused to learn how +it happened that a woman as poor as the Widow Larkin should have a +tin box in her trunk, the contents of which might be presumed to be +valuable. + +"I don't like to get Luke and his mother into trouble," Melinda said +to herself, "but I think it my duty to tell all I know. At any rate, +they will have to tell how the box came into their possession, and +what it contains. I'll go to the bank and speak to Squire Duncan." + +Prince Duncan had called an extra meeting of the directors to +consider the loss which had been discovered, and they were now +seated in the bank parlor. There were three of them present, all +of whom resided in Groveton--Mr. Manning, the hotelkeeper; Mr. +Bailey, a storekeeper, and Mr. Beane, the Groveton lawyer. + +Miss Sprague entered the bank and went up to the little window +presided over by the paying-teller. + +"Is Squire Duncan in the bank?" she asked. + +"Yes, Miss Sprague." + +"I would like to speak with him." + +"That is impossible. He is presiding at a directors' meeting." + +"Still, I would like to see him," persisted Melinda. + +"You will have to wait," said the paying-teller, coldly. He had no +particular respect or regard for Miss Sprague, being quite familiar +with her general reputation as a gossip and busybody. + +"I think he would like to see me," said Melinda, nodding her head +with mysterious significance. "There has been a robbery at the bank, +hasn't there?" + +"Do you know anything about it, Miss Sprague?" demanded the teller, +in surprise. + +"Maybe I do, and maybe I don't; but I've got a secret to tell to +Squire Duncan." + +"I don't believe it amounts to anything," thought the teller. "Well, +I will speak to Squire Duncan," he said aloud. + +He went to the door of the directors' room, and after a brief +conference with Prince Duncan he returned with the message, "You +may go in, Miss Sprague." + +She nodded triumphantly, and with an air of conscious importance +walked to the bank parlor. + +Prince Duncan and his associates were sitting round a mahogany table. + +Melinda made a formal curtsy and stood facing them. + +"I understand, Miss Sprague, that you have something to communicate +to us in reference to the loss the bank has just sustained," said +the squire, clearing his throat. + +"I thought it my duty to come and tell you all I knew, Squire Duncan +and gentlemen," said Melinda. + +"Quite right, Miss Sprague. Now, what can you tell us?" + +"The article lost was a tin box, was it not?" + +"Yes." + +"About so long?" continued Miss Sprague, indicating a length of +about fifteen inches. + +"Yes." + +"What was there in it?" + +"Government bonds." + +"I know where there is such a box," said Miss Sprague, slowly. + +"Where? Please be expeditious, Miss Sprague." + +"A few days since I was calling on Mrs. Larkin--Luke's mother--just +happened in, as I may say, and, not finding her downstairs, went up +into her chamber. I don't think she heard me, for when I entered the +chamber and spoke to her she seemed quite flustered. She was on her +knees before an open trunk, and in that trunk I saw the tin box." + +The directors looked at each other in surprise, and Squire Duncan +looked undeniably puzzled. + +"I knew the box was one such as is used to hold valuable papers and +bonds," proceeded Melinda, "and, as I had always looked on the widow +as very poor, I didn't know what to make of it." + +"Did you question Mrs. Larkin about the tin box?" asked Mr. Beane. + +"No; she shut the trunk at once, and I concluded she didn't want +me to see it." + +"Then you did not say anything about it?" + +"No; but I went in just now to tell her about the bank being robbed." + +"How did it seem to affect her?" asked Mr. Bailey. + +"She and Luke--Luke was there, too--looked at each other in dismay. +It was evident that they were thinking of the box in the trunk." + +Melinda continued her story, and the directors were somewhat impressed. + +"I propose," said Mr. Manning, "that we get out a search-warrant and +search Mrs. Larkin's cottage. That box may be the one missing from +the bank." + + + +CHAPTER XI + +LUKE IS ARRESTED + + +Just after twelve o'clock, when Luke was at home eating dinner, a +knock was heard at the front door. + +"I'll go, mother," said Luke, and he rose from the table, and, going +into the entry, opened the outer door. + +His surprise may be imagined when he confronted Squire Duncan and +the gentlemen already mentioned as directors of the Groveton bank. + +"Did you wish to see mother?" he asked. + +"Yes; we have come on important business," said Squire Duncan, +pompously. + +"Walk in, if you please." + +Luke led the way into the little sitting-room, followed by the +visitors. The dinner-table was spread in the kitchen adjoining. +The room looked very much filled up with the unwonted company, +all being large men. + +"Mother," called Luke, "here are some gentlemen who wish to +see you." + +The widow entered the room, and looked with surprise from one to +another. All waited for Squire Duncan, as the proper person, from +his official position, to introduce the subject of their visit. + +"Mrs. Larkin," said the squire, pompously, "it has possibly come +to your ears that the Groveton Bank, of which you are aware that I +am the president, has been robbed of a box of bonds?" + +"Yes, sir. I was so informed by Miss Melinda Sprague this morning." + +"I am also informed that you have in your custody a tin box similar +to the one that has been taken." + +He expected to see Mrs. Larkin show signs of confusion, but she +answered calmly: "I have a box in my custody, but whether it +resembles the one lost I can't say." + +"Ha! you admit that you hold such a box?" said the squire, looking +significantly at his companions. + +"Certainly. Why should I not?" + +"Are you willing to show it to us?" + +"Yes, we are willing to show it," said Luke, taking it upon himself +to answer, "but I have no idea that it will do you any good." + +"That is for us to decide, young man," said Squire Duncan. + +"Do you suppose it is the box missing from the bank, sir?" + +"It may be." + +"When did you miss the box?" + +"Only this morning, but it may have been taken a month ago." + +"This box has been in our possession for a fortnight." + +"Such is your statement, Luke." + +"It is the truth," said Luke, flushing with indignation. + +"My boy," said Mr. Beane, "don't be angry. I, for one, have no +suspicion that you have done anything wrong, but it is our duty +to inquire into this matter." + +"Who told you that we had such a box, Mr. Beane?" + +"Miss Melinda Sprague was the informant." + +"I thought so, mother," said Luke. "She is a prying old maid, and +it is just like her." + +"Miss Sprague only did her duty," said the squire. "But we are +losing time. We require you to produce the box." + +"I will get it, gentlemen," said the widow, calmly. + +While she was upstairs, Mr. Manning inquired: "Where did you get +the box, Luke?" + +"If you identify it as the box taken from the bank," answered Luke, +"I will tell you. Otherwise I should prefer to say nothing, for it +is a secret of another person." + +"Matters look very suspicious, in my opinion, gentlemen," said +Squire Duncan, turning to his associates. + +"Not necessarily," said Mr. Beane, who seemed inclined to favor +our hero. "Luke may have a good reason for holding his tongue." + +Here Mrs. Larkin presented herself with the missing box. Instantly +it became an object of attention. + +"It looks like the missing box," said the squire. + +"Of course, I can offer no opinion," said Mr. Beane, "not having +seen the one lost. Such boxes, however, have a general resemblance +to each other." + +"Have you the key that opens it?" asked the squire. + +"No, sir." + +"Squire Duncan," asked Mr. Beane, "have you the key unlocking +the missing box?" + +"No, sir," answered Squire Duncan, after a slight pause. + +"Then I don't think we can decide as to the identity of the +two boxes." + +The trustees looked at each other in a state of indecision. No one +knew what ought to be done. + +"What course do you think we ought to take, Squire Duncan?" +asked Mr. Bailey. + +"I think," said the bank president, straightening up, "that there +is sufficient evidence to justify the arrest of this boy Luke." + +"I have done nothing wrong, sir," said Luke, indignantly. "I am no +more of a thief than you are." + +"Do you mean to insult me, you young jackanapes?" demanded Mr. +Duncan, with an angry flush on his face. + +"I intend to insult no one, but I claim that I have done nothing +wrong." + +"That is what all criminals say," sneered the squire. + +Luke was about to make an angry reply, but Mr. Beane, waving his +hand as a signal for our hero to be quiet, remarked calmly: "I +think, Duncan, in justice to Luke, we ought to hear his story as +to how the box came into his possession." + +"That is my opinion," said Mr. Bailey. "I don't believe Luke +is a bad boy." + +Prince Duncan felt obliged to listen to that suggestion, Mr. +Bailey and Mr. Beane being men of consideration in the village. + +"Young man," he said, "we are ready to hear your story. From whom +did you receive this box?" + +"From a man named Roland Reed," answered Luke. + +The four visitors looked at each other in surprise. + +"And who is Roland Reed?" asked the president of the bank. "It seems +very much like a fictitious name." + +"It may be, for aught I know," said Luke, "but it is the name given +me by the person who gave me the box to keep for him." + +"State the circumstances," said Mr. Beane. + +"About two weeks since I was returning from the house of Miss Almira +Clark, where I had gone on an errand for my mother. To shorten +my journey, I took my way through the woods. I had nearly passed +through to the other side, when a tall man, dark-complexioned, whom +I had never seen before stepped up to me. He asked me my name, and, +upon my telling him, asked if I would do him a favor. This was to +take charge of a tin box, which he carried under his arm." + +"The one before us?" asked Mr. Manning. + +"Yes, sir." + +"Did he give any reason for making this request?" + +"He said he was about to leave the neighborhood, and wished it taken +care of. He asked me to put it under lock and key." + +"Did he state why he selected you for this trust?" asked Mr. Beane. + +"No, sir; he paid me for my trouble, however. He gave me a +bank-note, which, when I reached home, I found to be a ten-dollar +bill." + +"And you haven't seen him since?" + +"Once only." + +"When was that?" + +"On the evening of Florence Grant's party. On my way home the same +man came up to me and asked if the box was safe. I answered, 'Yes.' +He said, 'That is all--for the present,' and disappeared. I have not +seen him since." + +"That is a very pretty romance," said Prince Duncan, with a sneer. + +"I can confirm it," said Mrs. Larkin, calmly. "I saw Luke bring in +the box, and at his request I took charge of it. The story he told +at that time is the same that he tells now." + +"Very possibly," said the bank president. "It was all cut +and dried." + +"You seem very much prejudiced against Luke," said Mrs. Larkin, +indignantly. + +"By no means, Mrs. Larkin. I judge him and his story from the +standpoint of common sense. Gentlemen, I presume this story makes +the same impression on you as on me?" + +Mr. Beane shook his head. "It may be true; it is not impossible," +he said. + +"You believe, then, there is such a man as Roland Reed?" + +"There may be a man who calls himself such." + +"If there is such a man, he is a thief." + +"It may be so, but that does not necessarily implicate Luke." + +"He would be a receiver of stolen property." + +"Not knowing it to be such." + +"At all events, I feel amply justified in causing the arrest +of Luke Larkin on his own statement." + +"Surely you don't mean this?" exclaimed Mrs. Larkin, in dismay. + +"Don't be alarmed, mother," said Luke, calmly. "I am innocent +of wrong, and no harm will befall me." + + + +CHAPTER XII + +LUKE AS A PRISONER + + +Prince Duncan, who was a magistrate, directed the arrest of Luke +on a charge of robbing the Groveton Bank. The constable who was +called upon to make the arrest performed the duty unwillingly. + +"I don't believe a word of it, Luke," he said. "It's perfect +nonsense to say you have robbed the bank. I'd as soon believe +myself guilty." + +Luke was not taken to the lock-up, but was put in the personal +custody of Constable Perkins, who undertook to be responsible for +his appearance at the trial. + +"You mustn't run away, or you'll get me into trouble, Luke," said +the good-natured constable. + +"It's the last thing I'd be willing to do, Mr. Perkins," said +Luke, promptly. "Then everybody would decide that I was guilty. +I am innocent, and want a chance to prove it." + +What was to be done with the tin box, was the next question. + +"I will take it over to my house," said Squire Duncan. + +"I object," said Mr. Beane. + +"Do you doubt my integrity?" demanded the bank president, angrily. + +"No; but it is obviously improper that any one of us should take +charge of the box before it has been opened and its contents +examined. We are not even certain that it is the one missing from +the bank." + +As Mr. Beane was a lawyer, Prince Duncan, though unwillingly, was +obliged to yield. The box, therefore, was taken to the bank and +locked up in the safe till wanted. + +It is hardly necessary to say that the events at the cottage of Mrs. +Larkin, and Luke's arrest, made a great sensation in the village. +The charge that Luke had robbed the bank was received not only with +surprise, but with incredulity. The boy was so well and so favorably +known in Groveton that few could be found to credit the charge. +There were exceptions, however. Melinda Sprague enjoyed the sudden +celebrity she had achieved as the original discoverer of the thief +who had plundered the bank. She was inclined to believe that Luke +was guilty, because it enhanced her own importance. + +"Most people call Luke a good boy," she said, "but there was always +something about him that made me suspicious. There was something in +his expression--I can't tell you what--that set me to thinkin' all +wasn't right. Appearances are deceitful, as our old minister used +to say." + +"They certainly are, if Luke is a bad boy and a thief," retorted the +other, indignantly. "You might be in better business, Melinda, than +trying to take away the character of a boy like Luke." + +"I only did my duty," answered Melinda, with an air of superior +virtue. "I had no right to keep secret what I knew about the +robbery." + +"You always claimed to be a friend of the Larkins. Only last week +you took tea there." + +"That's true. I am a friend now, but I can't consent to cover up +inquiry. Do you know whether the bank has offered any reward for +the detection of the thief?" + +"No," said the other, shortly, with a look of contempt at the eager +spinster. "Even if it did, and poor Luke were found guilty, it would +be blood-money that no decent person would accept." + +"Really, Mrs. Clark, you have singular ideas," said the discomfited +Melinda. "I ain't after no money. I only mean to do my duty, but if +the bank should recognize the value of my services, it would be only +right and proper." + +There was another who heard with great satisfaction of Luke's +arrest. This was Randolph Duncan. As it happened, he was late in +learning that his rival had got into trouble, not having seen his +father since breakfast. + +"This is great news about Luke," said his friend Sam Noble, meeting +him on the street. + +"What news? I have heard nothing," said Randolph, eagerly. + +"He has been arrested." + +"You don't say so!" exclaimed Randolph. "What has he done?" + +"Robbed the bank of a tin box full of bonds. It was worth an awful +lot of money." + +"Well, well!" ejaculated Randolph. "I always thought he was a boy +of no principle." + +"The tin box was found in his mother's trunk." + +"What did Luke say? Did he own up?" + +"No; he brazened it out. He said the box was given him to take +care of by some mysterious stranger." + +"That's too thin. How was it traced to Luke?" + +"It seems Old Maid Sprague"--it was lucky for Melinda's peace of +mind that she did not hear this contemptuous reference to her--"went +to the Widow Larkin's house one day and saw the tin box in her trunk." + +"She didn't leave the trunk open, did she?" + +"No; but she had it open, looking into it, when old Melinda crept +upstairs softly and caught her at it." + +"I suppose Luke will have to go to State's prison," said Randolph, +with a gratified smile. + +"I hope it won't be quite so bad as that," said Sam, who was not +equal in malice to his aristocratic friend. + +"I haven't any pity for him," said Randolph, decidedly. "If he +chooses to steal, he must expect to be punished." + +Just then Mr. Hooper, the grammar-school teacher, came up. + +"Mr. Hooper," said Randolph, eagerly, "have you heard +about Luke?" + +"I have heard that he has been removed from his janitorship, and +I'm sorry for it." + +"If he goes to jail he wouldn't be able to be janitor," said +Randolph. + +"Goes to jail! What do you mean?" demanded the teacher, sharply. + +Hereupon Randolph told the story, aided and assisted by Sam Noble, +to whom he referred as his authority. + +"This is too ridiculous!" said Mr. Hooper, contemptuously. "Luke +is no thief, and if he had the tin box he has given the right +explanation of how he came by it." + +"I know he is a favorite of yours, Mr. Hooper, but that won't save +him from going to jail," said Randolph, tartly. + +"If he is a favorite of mine," said the teacher, with dignity, +"it is for a very good reason. I have always found him to be a +high-minded, honorable boy, and I still believe him to be so, in +spite of the grave accusation that has been brought against him." + +There was something in the teacher's manner that deterred Randolph +from continuing his malicious attack upon Luke. Mr. Hooper lost no +time in inquiring into the facts of the case, and then in seeking +out Luke, whom he found in the constable's house. + +"Luke," he said, extending his hand, "I have heard that you were +in trouble, and I have come to see what I can do for you." + +"You are very kind, Mr. Hooper," said Luke, gratefully. "I hope +you don't believe me guilty." + +"I would as soon believe myself guilty of the charge, Luke." + +"That's just what I said, Mr. Hooper," said Constable Perkins. +"Just as if there wasn't more than one tin box in the world." + +"You never told any one that you had a tin box in your custody, +I suppose, Luke?" + +"No, sir; the man who asked me to take care of it especially +cautioned me to say nothing about it." + +"What was his name?" + +"Roland Reed." + +"Do you know where to find him? It would be of service to you if +you could obtain his evidence. It would clear you at once." + +"I wish I could, sir, but I have no idea where to look for him." + +"That is unfortunate," said the teacher, knitting his brows in +perplexity. "When are you to be brought to trial?" + +"To-morrow, I hear." + +"Well, Luke, keep up a good heart and hope for the best." + +"I mean to, sir." + + + +CHAPTER XIII + +IN THE COURT-ROOM + + +It was decided that Luke should remain until his trial in the +personal custody of Constable Perkins. Except for the name of it, +his imprisonment was not very irksome, for the Perkins family +treated him as an honored guest, and Mrs. Perkins prepared a nicer +supper than usual. When Mr. Perkins went out he said to his wife, +with a quizzical smile: "I leave Luke in your charge. Don't let +him run away." + +"I'll look out for that," said Mrs. Perkins, smiling. + +"Perhaps I had better leave you a pistol, my dear?" + +"I am afraid I should not know how to use it." + +"You might tie my hands," suggested Luke. + +"That wouldn't prevent your walking away." + +"Then my feet." + +"It won't be necessary, husband," said Mrs. Perkins. "I've got +the poker and tongs ready." + +But, though treated in this jesting manner, Luke could not help +feeling a little anxious. For aught he knew, the tin box taken from +his mother's trunk might be the same which had been stolen from the +bank. In that case Roland Reed was not likely to appear again, and +his story would be disbelieved. It was a strange one, he could +not help admitting to himself. Yet he could not believe that the +mysterious stranger was a burglar. If he were, it seemed very +improbable that he would have left his booty within half a mile of +the bank, in the very village where the theft had been committed. +It was all very queer, and he could not see into the mystery. + +"I should like to do something," thought Luke. "It's dull work +sitting here with folded hands." + +"Isn't there something I can do, Mrs. Perkins?" he said. "I am not +used to sitting about the house idle." + +"Well, you might make me some pies," said Mrs. Perkins. + +"You'd never eat them if I did. I can boil eggs and fry potatoes. +Isn't there some wood to saw and split?" + +"Plenty out in the shed." + +"I understand that, at any rate. Have you any objection to my +setting to work?" + +"No, if you won't run away." + +"Send out Charlie to watch me." + +Charlie was a youngster about four years of age, and very fond of +Luke, who was a favorite with most young children. + +"Yes, that will do. Charlie, go into the shed and see Luke +saw wood." + +"Yes, mama." + +"Don't let him run away." + +"No, I won't," said Charlie, gravely. + +Luke felt happier when he was fairly at work. It took his mind off +his troubles, as work generally does, and he spent a couple of hours +in the shed. Then Mrs. Perkins came to the door and called him. + +"Luke," she said, "a young lady has called to see the prisoner." + +"A young lady! Who is it?" + +"Florence Grant." + +Luke's face brightened up with pleasure; he put on his coat and went +into the house. + +"Oh, Luke, what a shame!" exclaimed Florence, hastening to him with +extended hand. "I only just heard of it." + +"Then you're not afraid to shake hands with a bank burglar?" +said Luke. + +"No, indeed! What nonsense it is! Who do you think told me of +your arrest?" + +"Randolph Duncan." + +"You have guessed it." + +"What did he say? Did he seem to be shocked at my iniquity?" + +"I think he seemed glad of it. Of course, he believes you guilty." + +"I supposed he would, or pretend to, at any rate. I think his father +is interested to make me out guilty. I hope you don't think there is +any chance of it?" + +"Of course not, Luke. I know you too well. I'd sooner suspect +Randolph. He wanted to know what I thought of you now." + +"And what did you answer?" + +"That I thought the same as I always had--that you were one of the +best boys in the village. 'I admire your taste,' said Randolph, +with a sneer. Then I gave him a piece of my mind." + +"I should like to have heard you, Florence." + +"I don't know; you have no idea what a virago I am when I am mad. +Now sit down and tell me all about it." + +Luke obeyed, and the conversation was a long one, and seemed +interesting to both. In the midst of it Linton Tomkins came in. + +"Have you come to see the prisoner, also, Linton?" asked Florence. + +"Yes, Florence. What a desperate-looking ruffian he is! I don't dare +to come too near. How did you break into the bank, Luke?" + +First Luke smiled, then he became grave. "After all, it is no joke +to me, Linny," he said. "Think of the disgrace of being arrested +on such a charge." + +"The disgrace is in being a burglar, not in being arrested for one, +Luke. Of course, it's absurd. Father wants me to say that if you are +bound over for trial he will go bail for you to any amount." + +"Your father is very kind, Linny. I may need to avail myself of his +kindness." + +The next day came, and at ten o'clock, Luke, accompanied by +Constable Perkins, entered the room in which Squire Duncan sat as +trial justice. A considerable number of persons were gathered, for +it was a trial in which the whole village was interested. Among +them was Mrs. Larkin, who wore an anxious, perturbed look. + +"Oh, Luke," she said sorrowfully, "how terrible it is to have you +here!" + +"Don't be troubled, mother," said Luke. "We both know that I am +innocent, and I rely on God to stand by me." + +"Luke," said Mr. Beane, "though I am a bank trustee, I am +your friend and believe you innocent. I will act as your lawyer." + +"Thank you, Mr. Beane. I shall be very glad to accept your services." + +The preliminary proceedings were of a formal character. Then Miss +Melinda Sprague was summoned to testify. She professed to be very +unwilling to say anything likely to injure her good friends, Luke +and his mother, but managed to tell, quite dramatically, how she +first caught a glimpse of the tin box. + +"Did Mrs. Larkin know that you saw it?" asked the squire. + +"She didn't know for certain," answered Melinda, "but she was +evidently afraid I would, for she shut the trunk in a hurry, and +seemed very much confused. I thought of this directly when I heard +of the bank robbery, and I went over to tell Luke and his mother." + +"How did they receive your communication?" + +"They seemed very much frightened." + +"And you inferred that they had not come honestly by the tin box?" + +"It grieves me to say that I did," said Melinda, putting her +handkerchief to her eyes to brush away an imaginary tear. + +Finally Melinda sat down, and witnesses were called to testify to +Luke's good character. There were more who wished to be sworn +than there was time to hear. Mr. Beane called only Mr. Hooper, Mr. +Tomkins and Luke's Sunday-school teacher. Then he called Luke to +testify in his own defense. + +Luke told a straightforward story--the same that he had told +before--replying readily and easily to any questions that were +asked him. + +"I submit, Squire Duncan," said Mr. Beane, "that my client's +statement is plain and frank and explains everything. I hold that it +exonerates him from all suspicion of complicity with the robbery." + +"I differ with you," said Squire Duncan, acidly. "It is a wild, +improbable tale, that does not even do credit to the prisoner's +invention. In my opinion, this mysterious stranger has no existence. +Is there any one besides himself who has seen this Roland Reed?" + +At this moment there was a little confusion at the door. A tall, +dark-complexioned stranger pushed his way into the court-room. He +advanced quickly to the front. + +"I heard my name called," he said. "There is no occasion to doubt +my existence. I am Roland Reed!" + + + +CHAPTER XIV + +AN IMPORTANT WITNESS + + +The effect of Roland Reed's sudden appearance in the court-room, +close upon the doubt expressed as to his existence, was electric. +Every head was turned, and every one present looked with eager +curiosity at the mysterious stranger. They saw a dark-complexioned, +slender, but wiry man, above the middle height, with a pair of keen +black eyes scanning, not without sarcastic amusement, the faces +turned toward him. + +Luke recognized him at once. + +"Thank God!" he ejaculated, with a feeling of intense relief. +"Now my innocence will be made known." + +Squire Duncan was quite taken aback. His face betrayed his +surprise and disappointment. + +"I don't know you," he said, after a pause. + +"Perhaps not, Mr. Duncan," answered the stranger, in a significant +tone, "but I know you." + +"Were you the man who gave this tin box to the defendant?" + +"Wouldn't it be well, since this is a court, to swear me as a +witness?" asked Roland Reed, quietly. + +"Of course, of course," said the squire, rather annoyed to be +reminded of his duty by this stranger. + +This being done, Mr. Beane questioned the witness in the interest +of his client. + +"Do you know anything about the tin box found in the possession +of Luke Larkin?" he asked. + +"Yes, sir." + +"Did you commit it to his charge for safe-keeping?" + +"I did." + +"Were you previously acquainted with Luke?" + +"I was not." + +"Was it not rather a singular proceeding to commit what is +presumably of considerable value to an unknown boy?" + +"It would generally be considered so, but I do many strange things. +I had seen the boy by daylight, though he had never seen me, and I +was sure I could trust him." + +"Why, if you desired a place of safe-keeping for your box, did you +not select the bank vaults?" + +Roland Reed laughed, and glanced at the presiding justice. + +"It might have been stolen," he said. + +"Does the box contain documents of value?" + +"The contents are valuable to me, at any rate." + +"Mr. Beane," said Squire Duncan, irritably, "I think you are +treating the witness too indulgently. I believe this box to be +the one taken from the bank." + +"You heard the remark of the justice," said the lawyer. "Is this the +box taken from the bank?" + +"It is not," answered the witness, contemptuously, "and no one knows +this better than Mr. Duncan." + +The justice flushed angrily. + +"You are impertinent, witness," he said. "It is all very well to +claim this box as yours, but I shall require you to prove ownership." + +"I am ready to do so," said Roland Reed, quietly. "Is that the box +on the table?" + +"It is." + +"Has it been opened?" + +"No; the key has disappeared from the bank." + +"The key is in the hands of the owner, where it properly belongs. +With the permission of the court, I will open the box." + +"I object," said Squire Duncan, quickly. + +"Permit me to say that your refusal is extraordinary," said Mr. +Beane, pointedly. "You ask the witness to prove property, and +then decline to allow him to do so." + +Squire Duncan, who saw that he had been betrayed into a piece of +folly, said sullenly: "I don't agree with you, Mr. Beane, but I +withdraw my objection. The witness may come forward and open the +box, if he can." + +Roland Reed bowed slightly, advanced to the table, took a bunch of +keys from his pocket, and inserting one of the smallest in the lock +easily opened the box. + +Those who were near enough, including the justice, craned their +necks forward to look into the box. + +The box contained papers, certificates of stock, apparently, and +a couple of bank-books. + +"The box missing from the vault contained government bonds, +as I understand, Squire Duncan?" said the lawyer. + +"Yes," answered the justice, reluctantly. + +"Are there any government bonds in the box, Mr. Reed." + +"You can see for yourself, sir." + +The manner of the witness toward the lawyer was courteous, +though in the tone in which he addressed the court there had +been a scarcely veiled contempt. + +"I submit, then, that my young client has been guilty of no wrong. +He accepted the custody of the box from the rightful owner, and +this he had a clear right to do." + +"How do you know that the witness is the rightful owner of the box?" +demanded the justice, in a cross tone. "He may have stolen it from +some other quarter." + +"There is not a shadow of evidence of this," said the lawyer, +in a tone of rebuke. + +"I am not sure but that he ought to be held." + +"You will hold me at your peril, Mr. Duncan," said the witness, in +clear, resolute tones. "I have a clear comprehension of my rights, +and I do not propose to have them infringed." + +Squire Duncan bit his lips. He had only a smattering of law, but +he knew that the witness was right, and that he had been betrayed +by temper into making a discreditable exhibition of himself. + +"I demand that you treat me with proper respect," he said angrily. + +"I am ready to do that," answered the witness, in a tone whose +meaning more than one understood. It was not an apology calculated +to soothe the ruffled pride of the justice. + +"I call for the discharge of my young client, Squire Duncan," +said the lawyer. "The case against him, as I hardly need say, has +utterly failed." + +"He is discharged," said the justice, unwillingly. + +Instantly Luke's friends surrounded him and began to shower +congratulations upon him. Among them was Roland Reed. + +"My young friend," he said, "I am sincerely sorry that by any act +of mine I have brought anxiety and trouble upon you. But I can't +understand how the fact that you had the box in your possession +became known." + +This was explained to him. + +"I have a proposal to make to you and your mother," said Roland +Reed, "and with your permission I will accompany you home." + +"We shall be glad to have you, sir," said Mrs. Larkin, cordially. + +As they were making their way out of the court-room, Melinda +Sprague, the cause of Luke's trouble, hurried to meet them. She +saw by this time that she had made a great mistake, and that her +course was likely to make her generally unpopular. She hoped to +make it up with the Larkins. + +"I am so glad you are acquitted, Luke," she began effusively. "I +hope, Mrs. Larkin, you won't take offense at what I did. I did what +I thought to be my duty, though with a bleeding heart. No one is +more rejoiced at dear Luke's vindication." + +"Miss Sprague," said she, "if you think you did your duty, let the +consciousness of that sustain you. I do not care to receive any +visits from you hereafter." + +"How cruel and unfeeling you are, Mrs. Larkin," said the spinster, +putting her handkerchief to her eyes. + +Mrs. Larkin did not reply. + +Miss Sprague found herself so coldly treated in the village that +she shortly left Groveton on a prolonged visit to some relatives in +a neighboring town. It is to be feared that the consciousness of +having done her duty did not wholly console her. What she regretted +most, however, was the loss of the reward which she had hoped to +receive from the bank. + + + +CHAPTER XV + +THE LARKINS ARE IN LUCK + + +Luke and his mother, accompanied by Roland Reed, took their way from +the court-room to the widow's modest cottage. + +"You may take the tin box, Luke," said the stranger, "if you are not +afraid to keep in your charge what has given you so much trouble." + +"All's well that ends well!" said Luke. + +"Yes; I don't think it will occasion you any further anxiety." + +Roland Reed walked in advance with Mrs. Larkin, leaving Luke +to follow. + +"What sort of a man is this Mr. Duncan?" he asked abruptly. + +"Squire Duncan?" + +"Yes, if that is his title." + +"He is, upon the whole, our foremost citizen," answered the +widow, after a slight hesitation. + +"Is he popular?" + +"I can hardly say that." + +"He is president of the bank, is he not?" + +"Yes." + +"How long has he lived in Groveton?" + +"Nearly twenty years." + +"Was he born in this neighborhood?" + +"I think he came from the West." + +"Does he say from what part of the western country?" + +"He says very little about his past life." + +Roland Reed smiled significantly. + +"Perhaps he has his reasons," he said meditatively. + +"Is he thought to be rich?" he asked, after a pause. + +"Yes, but how rich no one knows. He is taxed for his house and +grounds, but he may have a good deal of property besides. It is +generally thought he has." + +"He does not appear to be friendly toward your son." + +"No," answered Mrs. Larkin, with a trace of indignation, "though +I am sure he has no cause to dislike him. He seemed convinced +that Luke had come by your tin box dishonestly." + +"It seemed to me that he was prejudiced against Luke. How do you +account for it?" + +"Perhaps his son, Randolph, has influenced him." + +"So he has a son--how old?" + +"Almost Luke's age. He thinks Luke beneath him, though why he should +do so, except that Luke is poor, I can't understand. Not long since +there was a skating match for a prize of a Waterbury watch, offered +by the grammar-school teacher, which Luke would have won had not +Randolph arranged with another boy to get in his way and leave the +victory to him." + +"So Randolph won the watch?" + +"Yes." + +"I suppose he had a watch of his own already." + +"Yes, a silver one, while Luke had none. This makes it meaner +in him." + +"I don't mind it now, mother," said Luke, who had overheard the last +part of the conversation. "He is welcome to his watches--I can wait." + +"Has Squire Duncan shown his hostility to Luke in any other way?" +inquired the stranger. + +"Yes; Luke has for over a year been janitor at the school-house. +It didn't bring much--only a dollar a week--but it was considerable +to us. Lately Squire Duncan was appointed on the school committee +to fill a vacancy, and his first act was to remove Luke from his +position." + +"Not in favor of his son, I conclude." + +Luke laughed. + +"Randolph would be shocked at the mere supposition," he said. "He is +a young man who wears kid gloves, and the duties of a school janitor +he would look upon as degrading." + +"I really think, Luke, you have been badly treated," said Roland +Reed, with a friendly smile. + +"I have thought so, too, sir, but I suppose I have no better claim +to the office than any other boy." + +"You needed the income, however." + +"Yes, sir." + +By this time they were at the door of the cottage. + +"Won't you come in, sir?" asked Mrs. Larkin, cordially. + +"Thank you. I will not only do so, but as I don't care to stay at +the hotel, I will even crave leave to pass the night under your +roof." + +"If you don't mind our poor accommodations, you will be +very welcome." + +"I am not likely to complain, Mrs. Larkin. I have not been nursed +in the lap of luxury. For two years I was a California miner, and +camped out. For that long period I did not know what it was to sleep +in a bed. I used to stretch myself in a blanket, and lie down on the +ground." + +"You won't have to do that here, Mr. Reed," said Luke, smiling. +"But it must have been great fun." + +"How can you say so, Luke?" expostulated his mother. "It must +have been very uncomfortable, and dangerous to the health." + +"I wouldn't mind it a bit, mother," said Luke, stoutly. + +Roland Reed smiled. + +"I am not surprised that you and your mother regard the matter from +different points of view," he said. "It is only natural. Women are +not adapted to roughing it. Boys like nothing better, and so with +young men. But there comes a time--when a man passes forty--when he +sets a higher value on the comforts of life. I don't mind confessing +that I wouldn't care to repeat my old mining experiences." + +"I hope you were repaid for your trouble and privations, sir." + +"Yes, I was handsomely repaid. I may soon be as rich as your local +magnate, Prince Duncan, but I have had to work harder for it, +probably." + +"So you know the squire's name?" said Mrs. Larkin, in some surprise. + +"I must have heard it somewhere," remarked Roland Reed. +"Have I got it right?" + +"Yes; it's a peculiar name." + +When they reached the cottage Mrs. Larkin set about getting supper. +In honor of her guest she sent out for some steak, and baked some +biscuit, so that the table presented an inviting appearance when +the three sat down to it. After supper was over, Roland Reed said: +"I told you that I wished to speak to you on business, Mrs. Larkin. +It is briefly this: Are you willing to receive a boarder?" + +"I am afraid, sir, that you would hardly be satisfied with our +humble accommodations." + +"Oh, I am not speaking of myself, but of a child. I am a widower, +Mrs. Larkin, and have a little daughter eight years of age. She is +now boarding in New York, but I do not like the people with whom +I have placed her. She is rather delicate, also, and I think a +country town would suit her better than the city air. I should like +to have her under just such nice motherly care as I am sure you +would give her." + +"I shall be very glad to receive her," said Mrs. Larkin, with +a flush of pleasure. + +"And for the terms?" + +"I would rather you would name them, sir." + +"Then I will say ten dollars a week." + +"Ten dollars!" exclaimed the widow, in amazement. "It won't be +worth half that." + +"I don't pay for board merely, but for care and attendance as well. +She may be sick, and that would increase your trouble." + +"She would in that case receive as much care as if she were my +own daughter; but I don't ask such an exorbitant rate of board." + +"It isn't exorbitant if I choose to pay it, Mrs. Larkin," said +Mr. Reed, smiling. "I am entirely able to pay that price, and +prefer to do so." + +"It will make me feel quite rich, sir," said the widow, gratefully. +"I shall find it useful, especially as Luke has lost his situation." + +"Luke may find another position." + +"When do you wish your daughter to come?" asked Mrs. Larkin. + +"Luke will accompany me to the city to-morrow, and bring her +back with him. By the way, I will pay you four weeks in advance." + +He drew four ten-dollar bills from his pocket and put them +into the widow's hand. + +"I am almost afraid this is a dream," said Mrs. Larkin. +"You have made me very happy." + +"You mustn't become purse-proud, mother," said Luke, "because +you have become suddenly rich." + +"Can you be ready to take the first train to New York with +me in the morning, Luke?" asked Roland Reed. + +"Yes, sir; it starts at half-past seven." + +"Your breakfast will be ready on time," said the widow, +"and Luke will call you." + + + +CHAPTER XVI + +LUKE'S VISIT TO NEW YORK + + +The morning train to New York carried among its passengers Luke and +his new friend. The distance was thirty-five miles, and the time +occupied was a trifle over an hour. The two sat together, and Luke +had an opportunity of observing his companion more closely. He was +a man of middle age, dark complexion, with keen black eyes, and the +expression of one who understood the world and was well fitted to +make his way in it. He had already given the Larkins to understand +that he had been successful in accumulating money. + +As for Luke, he felt happy and contented. The tide of fortune seemed +to have turned in his favor, or rather in favor of his family. The +handsome weekly sum which would be received for the board of Mr. +Reed's little daughter would be sufficient of itself to defray the +modest expenses of their household. If he, too, could obtain work, +they would actually feel rich. + +"Luke," said his companion, "does your mother own the cottage where +you live?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"Free of incumbrance?" + +"Not quite. There is a mortgage of three hundred dollars held by +Squire Duncan. It was held by Deacon Tibbetts, but about three +months since Squire Duncan bought it." + +"What could be his object in buying it?" + +"I don't know, sir. Perhaps the deacon owed him money." + +"I am surprised, then, that he deprived you of your position as +janitor, since it would naturally make it more difficult for you +to meet the interest." + +"That is true, sir. I wondered at it myself." + +"Your house is a small one, but the location is fine. It would +make a building lot suitable for a gentleman's summer residence." + +"Yes, sir; there was a gentleman in the village last summer who +called upon mother and tried to induce her to sell." + +"Did he offer her a fair price?" + +"No, sir; he said he should have to take down the cottage, and +he only offered eight hundred dollars. Mother would have sold for +a thousand." + +"Tell her not to accept even that offer, but to hold on to the +property. Some day she can obtain considerably more." + +"She won't sell unless she is obliged to," replied Luke. "A few +days since I thought we might have to do it. Now, with the generous +sum which you allow for your little girl's board there will be +no necessity." + +"Has Squire Duncan broached the subject to your mother?" + +"He mentioned it one day, but he wanted her to sell for seven +hundred dollars." + +"He is evidently sharp at a bargain." + +"Yes, sir; he is not considered liberal." + +There was one thing that troubled Luke in spite of the pleasure +he anticipated from his visit to New York. He knew very well that +his clothes were shabby, and he shrank from the idea of appearing +on Broadway in a patched suit too small for him. But he had never +breathed a word of complaint to his mother, knowing that she could +not afford to buy him another suit, and he did not wish to add to +her troubles. It might have happened that occasionally he fixed a +troubled look on his clothes, but if Roland Reed noticed it he did +not make any comment. + +But when they reached New York, and found themselves on Broadway, +his companion paused in front of a large clothing store with large +plate-glass windows, and said, quietly: "Come in, Luke. I think +you need some new clothes." + +Luke's face flushed with pleasure, but he said, "I have no money, +Mr. Reed." + +"I have," said Roland Reed, significantly. + +"You are very kind, sir," said Luke, gratefully. + +"It costs little to be kind when you have more money than you know +what to do with," said Reed. "I don't mean that I am a Vanderbilt +or an Astor, but my income is much greater than I need to spend on +myself." + +A suit was readily found which fitted Luke as well as if it had been +made for him. It was of gray mixed cloth, made in fashionable style. + +"You may as well keep it on, Luke." Then to the shopman: "Have you +a nice suit of black cloth, and of the same size?" + +"Yes, sir," answered the salesman, readily. + +"He may as well have two while we are about it. As to the old suit, +it is too small, and we will leave it here to be given away to +some smaller boy." + +Luke was quite overwhelmed by his new friend's munificence. + +"I don't think mother will know me," he said, as he surveyed +himself in a long mirror. + +"Then I will introduce you or give you a letter of introduction. +Have you a watch, Luke?" + +"No, sir; you know I did not get the prize at the skating match." + +"True; then I must remedy the deficiency." + +They took the roadway stage down below the Astor House--it was +before the days of Jacob Sharp's horse railway--and got out at +Benedict's. There Mr. Reed made choice of a neat silver watch, +manufactured at Waltham, and bought a plated chain to go with it. + +"Put that in your vest pocket," he said. "It may console you for +the loss of the Waterbury." + +"How can I ever repay you for your kindness, Mr. Reed?" said Luke, +overjoyed. + +"I have taken a fancy to you, Luke," said his companion. "I hope +to do more for you soon. Now we will go uptown, and I will put my +little girl under your charge." + +Luke had dreaded making a call at a nice city house in his old suit. +Now he looked forward to it with pleasure, especially after his new +friend completed his benefactions by buying him a new pair of shoes +and a hat. + +"Luke," asked his companion, as they were on their way uptown in a +Sixth Avenue car, "do you know who owned the box of bonds taken from +the Groveton Bank?" + +"I have heard that it was a Mr. Armstrong, now traveling in Europe." + +"How did he come to leave the box in a village bank?" + +"He is some acquaintance of Squire Duncan, and spent some weeks last +summer at the village hotel." + +"Then probably he left the box there at the suggestion of Duncan, +the president." + +"I don't know, sir, but I think it very likely." + +"Humph! This is getting interesting. The contents of the box were +government bonds, I have heard." + +"I heard Squire Duncan say so." + +"Were they coupon or registered?" + +"What difference would that make, sir?" + +"The first could be sold without trouble by the thief, while +the last could not be disposed of without a formal transfer from +the owner." + +"Then it would not pay to steal them?" + +"Just so. Luke, do you know, a strange idea has come into my head." + +"What is it, sir?" + +"I think Prince Duncan knows more about how those bonds were +spirited away than is suspected." + +Luke was greatly surprised. + +"You don't think he took them himself, do you?" he asked. + +"That remains to be seen. It is a curious affair altogether. I may +have occasion to speak of it another time. Are you a good writer?" + +"Fair, I believe, sir." + +"I have recently come into possession of a business in a city in +Ohio, which I carry on through a paid agent. Among other things, +I have bought out the old accounts. I shall need to have a large +number of bills made out, covering a series of years, which I shall +then put into the hands of a collector and realize so far as I can. +This work, with a little instruction, I think you can do." + +"I shall be very glad to do it, sir." + +"You will be paid fairly for the labor." + +"I don't need any pay, Mr. Reed. You have already paid me +handsomely." + +"You refer to the clothing and the watch? Those are gifts. I will +pay you thirty cents an hour for the time employed, leaving you to +keep the account. The books of the firm I have at the house where my +daughter is boarding. You will take them back to Groveton with you." + +"This is a fortunate day for me," said Luke. "It will pay me much +better than the janitorship." + +"Do your duty, Luke, and your good fortune will continue. But here +is our street." + +They left the car at the corner of Fourteenth Street and Sixth +Avenue, and turning westward, paused in front of a four-story +house of good appearance. + + + +CHAPTER XVII + +RANDOLPH IS MYSTIFIED + + +In an hour, Luke, with the little girl under his charge, was on +his way to the depot, accompanied by Mr. Reed, who paid for their +tickets, and bade them good-bye, promising to communicate with Luke. + +Rosa Reed was a bright little girl of about eight years of age. She +made no opposition to going with Luke, but put her hand confidently +in his, and expressed much pleasure at the prospect of living in +the country. She had been under the care of two maiden ladies, the +Misses Graham, who had no love for children, and had merely accepted +the charge on account of the liberal terms paid them by the father. +They seemed displeased at the withdrawal of Rosa, and clearly +signified this by their cold, stiff reception of Mr. Reed and Luke. + +"The old girls don't like to part with Rosa," he said, with a smile, +as they emerged into the street. + +"Are you sorry to leave them, Rosa?" he inquired. + +"No; they ain't a bit pleasant," answered the little girl, decidedly. + +"Were they strict with you?" asked Luke. + +"Yes; they were always saying, 'Little girls should be seen and not +heard!' They didn't want me to make a bit of noise, and wouldn't let +me have any little girls in to play with me. Are there any little +girls at your home?" + +"No, but there are some living near by, and they will come +to see you." + +"That will be nice," said Rosa, with satisfaction. + +Directions were left to have the little girl's trunk go to Groveton +by express, and, therefore, Luke was encumbered only by a small +satchel belonging to his new charge. + +Of the details of the journey it is unnecessary to speak. The two +young travelers arrived at Groveton, and, as it chanced, reached +Luke's cottage without attracting much observation. The door was +opened by the widow, whose kind manner at once won the favor of +the child. + +"I like you much better than Miss Graham," she said, with childish +frankness. + +"I am glad of that, my child," said Mrs. Larkin. "I will try +to make this a pleasant home for you." + +"I like Luke, too," said Rosa. + +"Really, Rosa, you make me blush," said Luke. "I am not used to +hearing young ladies say they like me." + +"I think he is a good boy," said Rosa, reflectively. "Isn't he, +Mrs. Larkin?" + +"I think so, my dear," said the widow, smiling. + +"Then I suppose I shall have to behave like one," said Luke. +"Do you think I have improved in appearance, mother?" + +"I noticed your new suit at once, Luke." + +"I have another in this bundle, mother; and that isn't all. Do +you see this watch? I sha'n't mourn the loss of the Waterbury +any longer." + +"Mr. Reed is certainly proving a kind friend, Luke. We have +much reason to be grateful." + +"He has also provided me with employment for a time, mother." +And then Luke told his mother about the copying he had engaged to do. + +It is hardy necessary to say that the heart of the widow was +unfeignedly thankful for the favorable change in their fortunes, +and she did not omit to give thanks to Providence for raising up +so kind and serviceable a friend. + +About the middle of the afternoon Luke made his appearance in the +village street. Though I hope my readers will not suspect him of +being a dude, he certainly did enjoy the consciousness of being well +dressed. He hoped he should meet Randolph, anticipating the surprise +and disappointment of the latter at the evidence of his prosperity. + +When Luke was arrested, Randolph rejoiced as only a mean and +spiteful boy would be capable of doing at the humiliation and +anticipated disgrace of a boy whom he disliked. He had indulged in +more than one expression of triumph, and sought every opportunity +of discussing the subject, to the disgust of all fair-minded +persons. Even Sam Noble protested, though a toady of Randolph. + +"Look here, Randolph," he said, "I don't like Luke overmuch, and I +know he doesn't like me, but I don't believe he's a thief, and I am +sorry he is in trouble." + +"Then you are no friend of mine," said Randolph, looking black. + +"Oh, I say, Randolph, you know better than that. Haven't I always +stood up for you, and done whatever you wanted me to?" + +"If you were my friend you wouldn't stand up for Luke." + +"I am not a friend of his, and I am a friend of yours, but I don't +want him to go to prison." + +"I do, if he deserves it." + +"I don't believe he does deserve it." + +"That is what I complain of in you." + +"The fact is, Randolph, you expect too much. If you want to break +friendship, all right." + +Randolph was amazed at this unexpected independence on the part of +one whom he regarded as his bond slave; but, being hardly prepared +to part with him, especially as his other follower, Tom Harper, +had partially thrown off his allegiance, thought it prudent to be +satisfied with Sam's expressions of loyalty, even if they did not +go as far as he wished. + +Randolph missed Luke at school on the day after the trial. Of +course, he had no idea that our hero was out of school, and hastily +concluded that on account of his trial he was ashamed to show +himself. + +"I don't wonder he doesn't want to show himself," he remarked to +Tom Harper. + +"Why not? He has been acquitted." + +"Never mind. He has been under arrest, and may yet be guilty in +spite of his acquittal. Have you seen him to-day?" + +"No." + +"Probably he is hiding at home. Well, it shows some sort of shame." + +On his way home from school Randolph was destined to be surprised. +Not far from his own house he met Luke, arrayed in his new suit, +with a chain that looked like gold crossing his waistcoat. Instead +of looking confused and ashamed, Luke looked uncommonly bright and +cheerful. + +Randolph was amazed. What could it all mean? He had intended not +to notice Luke, but to pass him with a scornful smile, but his +curiosity got the better of him. + +"Why were you not at school to-day?" he asked, abruptly. + +Luke smiled. + +"I didn't think you would miss me, Randolph." + +"I didn't, but wondered at your absence." + +"I was detained by business. I expect to have the pleasure of seeing +you there to-morrow." + +"Humph! You seem to have invested in a new suit." + +"Yes; my old suit was getting decidedly shabby, as you kindly +remarked at Florence Grant's party." + +"Where did you get them?" + +"In New York." + +"In New York!" repeated Randolph, in surprise. "When did you +go there?" + +"This morning. It was that which detained me from school." + +"I see you've got a new watch-chain, too." + +Randolph emphasized the word "chain" satirically, being under +the impression that no watch was attached. + +"Yes; you may like to see my new watch." And Luke, with pardonable +triumph, produced his new watch, which was a stem-winder, whereas +Randolph's was only a key-winder. + +Randolph condescended to take the watch in his hands and examine it. + +"Where was this bought?" he asked. + +"At Benedict's." + +"You seem to have plenty of money," he said, with unpleasant +significance. + +"I should like more." + +"Only you are rather imprudent in making such extensive purchases +so soon after your trial." + +"What do you mean?" demanded Luke quickly. + +"What should I mean? It is evident that you robbed the bank, +after all. I shall tell my father, and you may find your trouble is +not over." + +"Look here, Randolph Duncan!" said Luke sternly, "I look upon that +as an insult, and I don't mean to be insulted. I am no more a thief +than you are, and that you know." + +"Do you mean to charge me with being a thief?" fumed Randolph. + +"No; I only say you are as much a thief as I am. If you repeat your +insult, I shall be obliged to knock you down." + +"You impudent loafer!" screamed Randolph. "You'll be sorry for this. +I'll have you arrested over again." + +"I have no doubt you would if you had the power. I sha'n't lie +awake nights thinking of it. If you have nothing more to say I will +leave you." + +Randolph did not reply, probably because he was at a loss what to +say, but went home angry and mystified. Where could Luke have got +his watch and new suit? He asked himself this many times, but no +possible explanation suggested itself. + +Scarcely had Luke parted with Randolph when he met his friend +Linton, who surveyed Luke's improved appearance with pleasure +and surprise. + +"I say, Luke, are you setting up for a dude?" + +"I thought a little of it," answered Luke, with a smile--and then he +explained the cause of his good fortune. "I have only one regret," +he added, "Randolph seems to be grieved over it. He liked me better +in my old suit. Besides, I have a new watch, and it turns out to be +better than his." + +Here he displayed his new silver watch. Linton felt a generous +pleasure in Luke's luck, and it may truly be said rejoiced more +at it than he would at any piece of good fortune to himself. + +"By the way, Luke," he said, "I am going to give a party next +Thursday evening, and I give you the very first invitation. It is +my birthday, you know." + +"I accept with pleasure, sir. I look upon you as my warmest friend, +and as long as I retain your friendship I shall not care for +Randolph's malice." + + + +CHAPTER XVIII + +MR. DUNCAN'S SECRET + + +About two weeks later, Prince Duncan sat at his desk with a troubled +look. Open before him were letters. One was post-marked London, and +ran as follows: + + +"MY DEAR SIR: I have decided to shorten my visit, and shall leave +Liverpool next Saturday en route for New York. You will see, +therefore, that I shall arrive nearly as soon as the letter I am +now writing. I have decided to withdraw the box of securities I +deposited in your bank, and shall place it in a safe-deposit vault +in New York. You may expect to see me shortly. + +"Yours in haste, + +"JOHN ARMSTRONG." + + +Drops of perspiration gathered on the brow of Prince Duncan as he +read this letter. What would Mr. Armstrong say when he learned that +the box had mysteriously disappeared? That he would be thoroughly +indignant, and make it very unpleasant for the president of +Groveton Bank, was certain. He would ask, among other things, +why Mr. Duncan had not informed him of the loss by cable, and no +satisfactory explanation could be given. He would ask, furthermore, +why detectives had not been employed to ferret out the mystery, +and here again no satisfactory explanation could be given. Prince +Duncan knew very well that he had a reason, but it was not one +that could be disclosed. + +He next read the second letter, and his trouble was not diminished. +It was from a Wall Street broker, informing him that the Erie shares +bought for him on a margin had gone down two points, and it would be +necessary for him to deposit additional margin, or be sold out. + +"Why did I ever invest in Erie?" thought Duncan ruefully. "I was +confidently assured that it would go up--that it must go up--and +here it is falling, and Heaven knows how much lower it will go." + +At this point the door opened, and Randolph entered. He had a +special favor to ask. He had already given his father several hints +that he would like a gold watch, being quite dissatisfied with his +silver watch now that Luke Larkin possessed one superior to his. He +had chosen a very unfavorable moment for his request, as he soon +found out. + +"Father," he said, "I have a favor to ask." + +"What is it?" asked Prince Duncan, with a frown. + +"I wish you would buy me a gold watch." + +"Oh, you do!" sneered his father. "I was under the impression that +you had two watches already." + +"So I have, but one is a Waterbury, and the other a cheap +silver one." + +"Well, they keep time, don't they?" + +"Yes." + +"Then what more do you want?" + +"Luke Larkin has a silver watch better than mine--a stem-winder." + +"Suppose he has?" + +"I don't want a working boy like him to outshine me." + +"Where did he get his watch?" + +"I don't know; he won't tell. Will you buy me a gold one, father? +Then I can look down upon him again." + +"No, I can't. Money is very scarce with me just now." + +"Then I don't want to wear a watch at all," said Randolph pettishly. + +"Suit yourself," said his father coldly. "Now you may leave the +room. I am busy." + +Randolph left the room. He would have slammed the door behind him, +but he knew his father's temper, and he did not dare to do so. + +"What am I to do?" Prince Duncan asked himself anxiously. "I must +send money to the brokers, or they will sell me out, and I shall +meet with a heavy loss." + +After a little thought he wrote a letter enclosing a check, but +dated it two days ahead. + +"They will think it a mistake," he thought, "and it will give +me time to turn around. Now for money to meet the check when it +arrives." + +Prince Duncan went up-stairs, and, locking the door of his chamber, +opened a large trunk in one corner of the room. From under a pile of +clothing he took out a tin box, and with hands that trembled with +excitement he extracted therefrom a dozen government bonds. One was +for ten thousand dollars, one for five, and the remainder were for +one thousand dollars each. + +"If they were only sold, and the money deposited in the bank to my +credit," he thought. "I am almost sorry I started in this thing. +The risk is very great, but--but I must have money." + +At this moment some one tried the door. + +Prince Duncan turned pale, and the bonds nearly fell from his hands. + +"Who's there?" he asked. + +"It is I, papa," answered Randolph. + +"Then you may go down-stairs again," answered his father angrily. +"I don't want to be disturbed." + +"Won't you open the door a minute? I just want to ask a question." + +"No, I won't. Clear out!" exclaimed the bank president angrily. + +"What a frightful temper father has!" thought the discomfited +Randolph. + +There was nothing for it but to go down-stairs, and he did so in a +very discontented frame of mind. + +"It seems to me that something is going contrary," said Duncan to +himself. "It is clear that it won't do to keep these bonds here any +longer. I must take them to New York to-morrow--and raise money on +them." + +On second thought, to-morrow he decided only to take the +five-thousand-dollar bond, and five of the one thousand, fearing +that too large a sale at one time might excite suspicion. + +Carefully selecting the bonds referred to, he put them away in a +capacious pocket, and, locking the trunk, went down-stairs again. + +"There is still time to take the eleven-o'clock train," he said, +consulting his watch. "I must do it." + +Seeking his wife, he informed her that he would take the next train +for New York. + +"Isn't this rather sudden?" she asked, in surprise. + +"A little, perhaps, but I have a small matter of business to attend +to. Besides, I think the trip will do me good. I am not feeling +quite as well as usual." + +"I believe I will go, too," said Mrs. Duncan unexpectedly. "I want +to make some purchases at Stewart's." + +This suggestion was very far from agreeable to her husband. + +"Really--I am"--he said, "I must disappoint you. My time will be +wholly taken up by matters of business, and I can't go with you." + +"You don't need to. I can take care of myself, and we can meet at +the depot at four o'clock." + +"Besides, I can't supply you with any money for shopping." + +"I have enough. I might have liked a little more, but I can make +it do." + +"Perhaps it will look better if we go in company," thought Prince +Duncan. "She needn't be in my way, for we can part at the station." + +"Very well, Jane," he said quietly. "If you won't expect me to +dance attendance upon you, I withdraw my objections." + +The eleven-o'clock train for New York had among its passengers Mr. +and Mrs. Duncan. + +There was another passenger whom neither of them noticed--a small, +insignificant-looking man--who occasionally directed a quick glance +at the portly bank president. + + + +CHAPTER XIX + +EFFECTING A LOAN + + +Prince Duncan was unusually taciturn during the railroad journey--so +much so that his wife noticed it, and inquired the reason. + +"Business, my dear," answered the bank president. "I am rather +perplexed by a matter of business." + +"Business connected with the bank, Mr. Duncan?" asked his wife. + +"No, private business." + +"Have you heard anything yet of the stolen bonds?" + +"Not yet." + +"Have you any suspicion?" + +"None that I am at liberty to mention," answered Duncan, looking +mysterious. + +"I suppose you no longer suspect that boy Luke?" + +"I don't know. The man who owns to having given him the tin box for +safe-keeping is, in my opinion, a suspicious character. I shouldn't +be at all surprised if he were a jailbird." + +The small man already referred to, who occupied a seat just across +the aisle, here smiled slightly, but whether at the president's +remark, is not clear. + +"What did he call himself?" + +"Roland Reed--no doubt an alias." + +"It seems to me you ought to follow him up, and see if you can't +convict him of the theft." + +"You may be sure, Jane, that the president and directors of the +Groveton Bank will do their duty in this matter," said Mr. Duncan +rather grandiloquently. "By the way, I have received this morning +a letter from Mr. Armstrong, the owner of the stolen bonds, saying +that he will be at home in a few days." + +"Does he know of the loss?" + +"Not yet." + +"How will he take it?" + +"Really, Jane, you are very inquisitive this morning. I presume +he will be very much annoyed." + +The car had become quite warm, and Mr. Duncan, who had hitherto kept +on his overcoat, rose to take it off. Unfortunately for him he quite +forgot the bonds he had in the inside pocket, and in his careless +handling of the coat the package fell upon the floor of the car, one +slipping out of the envelope a bond for one thousand dollars. + +Prince Duncan turned pale, and stooped to pick up the package. But +the small man opposite was too quick for him. He raised the package +from the floor, and handing it to the bank president with a polite +bow, said, with a smile: "You wouldn't like to lose this, sir." + +"No," answered Duncan gruffly, angry with the other for anticipating +him, "it was awkward of me." + +Mrs. Duncan also saw the bond, and inquired with natural curiosity. +"Do they belong to the bank, Mr. Duncan?" + +"No; they are my own." + +"I am glad of that. What are you going to do with them?" + +"Hush! It is dangerous to speak of them here. Some one might hear, +and I might be followed. I am very much annoyed that they have +been seen at all." + +This closed Mrs. Duncan's mouth, but she resolved to make further +inquiries when they were by themselves. + +Prince Duncan looked askance at his opposite neighbor. He was a man +who had come to Groveton recently, and had opened a billiard saloon +and bar not far from the bank. He was not regarded as a very +desirable citizen, and had already excited the anxiety of parents +by luring into the saloon some of the boys and young men of the +village. Among them, though Squire Duncan did not know it, was his +own son Randolph, who had already developed quite a fondness for +playing pool, and even occasionally patronized the bar. This, had +he known it, would have explained Randolph's increased applications +for money. + +Whether Tony Denton--his full name was Anthony Denton--had any +special object in visiting New York, I am unable to state. At all +events it appeared that his business lay in the same direction as +that of Prince Duncan, for on the arrival of the train at the New +York depot, he followed the bank president at a safe distance, +and was clearly bent upon keeping him in view. + +Mr. Duncan walked slowly, and appeared to be plunged in anxious +thought. His difficulties were by no means over. He had the bonds +to dispose of, and he feared the large amount might occasion +suspicion. They were coupon bonds, and bore no name or other +evidence of ownership. Yet the mere fact of having such a large +amount might occasion awkward inquiries. + +"Here's yer mornin' papers!" called a negro newsboy, thrusting his +bundle in front of the country banker. + +"Give me a Herald," said Mr. Duncan. Opening the paper, his eye +ran hastily over the columns. It lighted up as he saw a particular +advertisement. + +"The very thing," he said to himself. + +This was the advertisement: + + +"LOAN OFFICE--We are prepared to loan sums to suit, on first-class +security, at a fair rate of interest. Call or address Sharp & +Ketchum, No. -- Wall Street. Third floor." + + +"I will go there," Prince Duncan suddenly decided. "I will borrow +what I can on these bonds, and being merely held on collateral, +they will be kept out of the market. At the end of six months, say, +I will redeem them, or order them sold, and collect the balance, +minus the interest." + +Having arrived at this conclusion, he quickened his pace, his +expression became more cheerful, and he turned his steps toward +Wall Street. + +"What did the old fellow see in the paper?" thought Tony. Denton, +who, still undiscovered, followed Mr. Duncan closely. "It is +something that pleased him, evidently." + +He beckoned the same newsboy, bought a Herald also, and turning to +that part of the paper on which the banker's eyes had been resting, +discovered Sharp & Ketchum's advertisement. + +"That's it, I'll bet a hat," he decided. "He is going to raise money +on the bonds. I'll follow him." + +When Duncan turned into Wall Street, Tony Denton felt that he had +guessed correctly. He was convinced when the bank president paused +before the number indicated in the advertisement. + +"It won't do for me to follow him in," he said to himself, "nor +will it be necessary--I can remember the place and turn it to my +own account by and by." + +Prince Duncan went up-stairs, and paused before a door on which +was inscribed: + + +SHARP & KETCHUM +BANKERS +LOANS NEGOTIATED + + +He opened the door, and found the room furnished in the style of +a private banking-office. + +"Is Mr. Sharp or Mr. Ketchum in?" he inquired of a sharp-faced young +clerk, the son, as it turned out, of the senior partner. + +"Yes, sir, Mr. Sharp is in." + +"Is he at leisure? I wish to see him on business." + +"Go in there, sir," said the clerk, pointing to a small private +room in the corner of the office. Following the directions, Mr. +Duncan found himself in the presence of a man of about fifty, +with a hatchet face, much puckered with wrinkles, and a very +foxy expression. + +"I am Mr. Sharp," he said, in answer to an inquiry. + +Prince Duncan unfolded his business. He wished to borrow eight or +nine thousand dollars on ten thousand dollars' worth of United +States Government bonds. + +"Why don't you sell at once?" asked Sharp keenly. + +"Because I wish, for special reasons, to redeem these identical +bonds, say six months hence." + +"They are your own?" asked Mr. Sharp. + +"They are a part of my wife's estate, of which I have control. I do +not, however, wish her to know that I have raised money on them," +answered Duncan, with a smooth falsehood. + +"Of course, that makes a difference. However, I will loan you seven +thousand dollars, and you will give me your note for seven thousand +five hundred, at the usual interest, with permission to sell the +bonds at the end of six months if the note remains unpaid then, I +to hand you the balance." + +Prince Duncan protested against these terms as exorbitant, but was +finally obliged to accede to them. On the whole, he was fairly +satisfied. The check would relieve him from all his embarrassments +and give him a large surplus. + +"So far so good!" said Tony Denton, as he saw Mr. Duncan emerge into +the street. "If I am not greatly mistaken this will prove a lucky +morning for me." + + + +CHAPTER XX + +LUKE TALKS WITH A CAPITALIST + + +Luke worked steadily on the task given him by his new patron. +During the first week he averaged three hours a day, with an +additional two hours on Saturday, making, in all, twenty hours, +making, at thirty cents per hour, six dollars. This Luke +considered fair pay, considering that he was attending school +and maintaining good rank in his classes. + +"Why don't we see more of you, Luke?" asked his friend Linton one +day. "You seem to stay in the house all the time." + +"Because I am at work, Linny. Last week I made six dollars." + +"How?" asked Linton, surprised. + +"By copying and making out bills for Mr. Reed." + +"That is better than being janitor at a dollar a week." + +"Yes, but I have to work a good deal harder." + +"I am afraid you are working too hard." + +"I shouldn't like to keep it up, but it is only for a short time. +If I gave up school I should find it easy enough, but I don't +want to do that." + +"No, I hope you won't; I should miss you, and so would all +the boys." + +"Including Randolph Duncan?" + +"I don't know about that. By the way, I hear that Randolph is +spending a good deal of his time at Tony Denton's billiard saloon." + +"I am sorry to hear it. It hasn't a very good reputation." + + + * * * * * * * * * + + +One day Luke happened to be at the depot at the time of the arrival +of the train from New York. A small, elderly man stepped upon the +platform whom Luke immediately recognized as John Armstrong, the +owner of the missing box of bonds. He was surprised to see him, +having supposed that he was still in Europe. Mr. Armstrong, as +already stated, had boarded for several weeks during the preceding +summer at Groveton. + +He looked at Luke with a half-glance of recognition. + +"Haven't I seen you before?" he said. "What is your name?" + +"My name is Luke Larkin. I saw you several times last summer." + +"Then you know me?" + +"Yes, sir, you are Mr. Armstrong. But I thought you were +in Europe." + +"So I was till recently. I came home sooner than I expected." + +Luke was not surprised. He supposed that intelligence of +the robbery had hastened Mr. Armstrong's return. + +"I suppose it was the news of your box that hurried you home," +Luke ventured to say. + +"No, I hadn't heard of it till my arrival in New York can you +tell me anything about the matter? Has the box been found?" + +"Not that I have heard, sir." + +"Was, or is, anybody suspected?" + +"I was suspected," answered Luke, smiling, "but I don't think +any one suspects me now." + +"You!" exclaimed the capitalist, in evident astonishment. +"What could induce any one to suspect a boy like you of robbing +a bank?" + +"There was some ground for it," said Luke candidly. "A tin box, +of the same appearance as the one lost, was seen in our house. +I was arrested on suspicion, and tried." + +"You don't say so! How did you prove your innocence?" + +"The gentleman who gave me the box in charge appeared and +testified in my favor. But for that I am afraid I should have +fared badly." + +"That is curious. Who was the gentleman?" + +Luke gave a rapid history of the circumstances already known +to the reader. + +"I am glad to hear this, being principally interested in the matter. +However, I never should have suspected you. I claim to be something +of a judge of character and physiognomy, and your appearance is in +your favor. Your mother is a widow, I believe?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"And you are the janitor of the schoolhouse?" + +Mr. Armstrong was a close observer, and though having large +interests of his own, made himself familiar with the affairs of +those whom others in his position would wholly have ignored. + +"I was janitor," Luke replied, "but when Mr. Duncan became a +member of the school committee he removed me." + +"For what reason?" asked Mr. Armstrong quickly. + +"I don't think he ever liked me, and his son Randolph and I have +never been good friends." + +"You mean Mr. Duncan, the president of the bank?" + +"Yes, sir?" + +"Why are not you and his son friends?" + +"I don't know, sir. He has always been in the habit of sneering +at me as a poor boy--a working boy--and unworthy to associate +with him." + +"You don't look like a poor boy. You are better dressed than I was +at your age. Besides, you have a watch, I judge from the chain." + +"Yes, sir; but all that is only lately. I have found a good friend +who has been very kind to me." + +"Who is he?" + +"Roland Reed, the owner of the tin box I referred to." + +"Roland Reed! I never heard the name. Where is he from?" + +"From the West, I believe, though at present he is staying in +New York." + +"How much were you paid as janitor?" + +"A dollar a week." + +"That is very little. Is the amount important to you?" + +"No, sir, not now." And then Luke gave particulars of the good +fortune of the family in having secured a profitable boarder, and, +furthermore, in obtaining for himself profitable employment. + +"This Mr. Reed seems to be a kind-hearted and liberal man. I am +glad for your sake. I sympathize with poor boys. Can you guess +the reason?" + +"Were you a poor boy yourself, sir?" + +"I was, and a very poor boy. When I was a boy of thirteen and +fourteen I ran around in overalls and bare-footed. But I don't think +it did me any harm," the old man added, musingly. "It kept me from +squandering money on foolish pleasures, for I had none to spend; it +made me industrious and self-reliant, and when I obtained employment +it made me anxious to please my employer." + +"I hope it will have the same effect on me, sir." + +"I hope so, and I think so. What sort of a boy is this son of +Mr. Duncan?" + +"If his father were not a rich man, I think he would be more +agreeable. As it is, he seems to have a high idea of his own +importance." + +"So his father has the reputation of being a rich man, eh?" + +"Yes, sir. We have always considered him so." + +"Without knowing much about it?" + +"Yes, sir; we judged from his style of living, and from his being +president of a bank." + +"That amounts to nothing. His salary as president is only moderate." + +"I am sorry you should have met with such a loss, Mr. Armstrong." + +"So am I, but it won't cripple me. Still, a man doesn't like to lose +twenty-five thousand dollars and over." + +"Was there as much as that in the box, sir?" asked Luke, in +surprise. + +"Yes, I don't know why I need make any secret of it. There were +twenty-five thousand dollars in government bonds, and these, at +present rates, are worth in the neighborhood of thirty thousand +dollars." + +"That seems to me a great deal of money," said Luke. + +"It is, but I can spare it without any diminution of comfort. I +don't feel, however, like pocketing the loss without making a strong +effort to recover the money. I didn't expect to meet immediately +upon arrival the only person hitherto suspected of accomplishing +the robbery." + +He smiled as he spoke, and Luke saw that, so far as Mr. Armstrong +was concerned, he had no occasion to feel himself under suspicion. + +"Are you intending to remain long in Groveton, Mr. Armstrong?" +he asked. + +"I can't say. I have to see Mr. Duncan about the tin box, and +concoct some schemes looking to the discovery of the person or +persons concerned in its theft. Have there been any suspicious +persons in the village during the last few weeks?" + +"Not that I know of, sir." + +"What is the character of the men employed in the bank, the +cashier and teller?" + +"They seem to be very steady young men, sir. I don't think +they have been suspected." + +"The most dangerous enemies are those who are inside, for they +have exceptional opportunities for wrongdoing. Moreover, they have +the best chance to cover up their tracks." + +"I don't think there is anything to charge against Mr. Roper and Mr. +Barclay. They are both young married men, and live in a quiet way." + +"Never speculate in Wall Street, eh? One of the soberest, steadiest +bank cashiers I ever knew, who lived plainly and frugally, and +was considered by all to be a model man, wrecked the man he was +connected with--a small country banker--and is now serving a term +in State's prison. The cause was Wall Street speculation. This is +more dangerous even than extravagant habits of living." + +A part of this conversation took place on the platform of the +railroad-station, and a part while they were walking in the +direction of the hotel. They had now reached the village inn, +and, bidding our hero good morning, Mr. Armstrong entered, and +registered his name. + +Ten minutes later he set out for the house of Prince Duncan. + + + +CHAPTER XXI + +THE DREADED INTERVIEW + + +Mr. Duncan had been dreading the inevitable interview with Mr. +Armstrong. He knew him to be a sharp man of business, clear-sighted +and keen, and he felt that this part of the conference would be an +awkward and embarrassing one. He had tried to nerve himself for +the interview, and thought he had succeeded, but when the servant +brought Mr. Armstrong's card he felt a sinking at his heart, and +it was in a tone that betrayed nervousness that he said: "Bring +the gentleman in." + +"My dear sir," he said, extending his hand and vigorously shaking +the hand of his new arrival, "this is an unexpected pleasure." + +"Unexpected? Didn't you get my letter from London?" said Mr. +Armstrong, suffering his hand to be shaken, but not returning +the arm pressure. + +"Certainly--" + +"In which I mentioned my approaching departure?" + +"Yes, certainly; but I didn't know on what day to expect you. +Pray sit down. It seems pleasant to see you home safe and well." + +"Humph!" returned Armstrong, in a tone by no means as cordial. +"Have you found my box of bonds?" + +"Not yet, but--" + +"Permit me to ask you why you allowed me to remain ignorant of so +important a matter? I was indebted to the public prints, to which +my attention was directed by an acquaintance, for a piece of news +which should have been communicated to me at once." + +"My dear sir, I intended to write you as soon as I heard of your +arrival. I did not know till this moment that you were in America." + +"You might have inferred it from the intimation in my last letter. +Why did you not cable me the news?" + +"Because," replied Duncan awkwardly, "I did not wish to spoil your +pleasure, and thought from day to day that the box would turn up." + +"You were very sparing of my feelings," said Armstrong, dryly-- +"too much so. I am not a child or an old woman, and it was your +imperative duty, in a matter so nearly affecting my interests, +to apprise me at once." + +"I may have erred in judgment," said Duncan meekly, "but I beg +you to believe that I acted as I supposed for the best." + +"Leaving that out of consideration at present, let me know what +steps you have taken to find out how the box was spirited away, +or who was concerned in the robbery." + +"I think that you will admit that I acted promptly," said the bank +president complacently, "when I say that within twenty-four hours I +arrested a party on suspicion of being implicated in the robbery, +and tried him myself." + +"Who was the party?" asked the capitalist, not betraying the +knowledge he had already assessed on the subject. + +"A boy in the village named Luke Larkin." + +"Humph! What led you to think a boy had broken into the bank? +That does not strike me as very sharp on your part." + +"I had positive evidence that the boy in question had a tin box +concealed in his house--in his mother's trunk. His poverty made +it impossible that the box could be his, and I accordingly had +him arrested." + +"Well, what was the result of the trial?" + +"I was obliged to let him go, though by no means satisfied of +his innocence." + +"Why?" + +"A man--a stranger--a very suspicious-looking person, presented +himself, and swore that the box was his, and that he had committed +it to the charge of this boy." + +"Well, that seems tolerably satisfactory, doesn't it?--that is, +if he furnished evidence confirming his statement. Did he open the +box in court?" + +"Yes." + +"And the bonds were not there?" + +"The bonds were not there only some papers, and what appeared to be +certificates of stock." + +"Yet you say you are still suspicious of this man and boy." + +"Yes." + +"Explain your grounds." + +"I thought," replied the president, rather meekly, "he might have +taken the bonds from the box and put in other papers." + +"That was not very probable. Moreover, he would hardly be likely +to leave the box in the village in the charge of a boy." + +"The boy might have been his confederate." + +"What is the boy's reputation in the village? Has he ever been +detected in any act of dishonesty?" + +"Not that I know of, but there is one suspicious circumstance to +which I would like to call your attention." + +"Well?" + +"Since this happened Luke has come out in new clothes, and wears +a silver watch. The family is very poor, and he could not have +had money to buy them unless he obtained some outside aid." + +"What, then, do you infer?" + +"That he has been handsomely paid for his complicity in the +robbery." + +"What explanation does he personally give of this unusual +expenditure?" + +"He admits that they were paid for by this suspicious stranger." + +"Has the stranger--what is his name, by the way?" + +"Roland Reed, he calls himself, but this, probably, is not his +real name." + +"Well, has this Reed made his appearance in the village since?" + +"If so, he has come during the night, and has not been seen +by any of us." + +"I can't say I share your suspicion against Mr. Reed. Your theory +that he took out the bonds and substituted other papers is +far-fetched and improbable. As to the boy, I consider him honest +and reliable." + +"Do you know Luke Larkin?" asked Mr. Duncan quickly. + +"Last summer I observed him somewhat, and never saw anything +wrong in him." + +"Appearances are deceitful," said the bank president sententiously. + +"So I have heard," returned Mr. Armstrong dryly. "But let us go on. +What other steps have you taken to discover the lost box?" + +"I have had the bank vaults thoroughly searched," answered Duncan, +trying to make the best of a weak situation. + +"Of course. It is hardly to be supposed that it has been mislaid. +Even if it had been it would have turned up before this. Did you +discover any traces of the bank being forcibly entered?" + +"No; but the burglar may have covered his tracks." + +"There would have been something to show an entrance. What is the +character of the cashier and teller." + +"I know nothing to their disadvantage." + +"Then neither have fallen under suspicion?" + +"Not as yet," answered the president pointedly. + +"It is evident," thought John Armstrong, "that Mr. Duncan is +interested in diverting suspicion from some quarter. He is willing +that these men should incur suspicion, though it is clear he has +none in his own mind." + +"Well, what else have you done? Have you employed detectives?" asked +Armstrong, impatiently. + +"I was about to do so," answered Mr. Duncan, in some embarrassment, +"when I heard that you were coming home, and I thought I would defer +that matter for your consideration." + +"Giving time in the meanwhile for the thief or thieves to dispose of +their booty? This is very strange conduct, Mr. Duncan." + +"I acted for the best," said Prince Duncan. + +"You have singular ideas of what is best, then," observed Mr. +Armstrong coldly. "It may be too late to remedy your singular +neglect, but I will now take the matter out of your hands, and +see what I can do." + +"Will you employ detectives?" asked Duncan, with evident uneasiness. + +Armstrong eyed him sharply, and with growing suspicion. + +"I can't say what I will do." + +"Have you the numbers of the missing bonds?" asked Duncan anxiously. + +"I am not sure. I am afraid I have not." + +Was it imagination, or did the bank president look relieved at +this statement? John Armstrong made a mental note of this. + +After eliciting the particulars of the disappearance of the bonds, +John Armstrong rose to go. He intended to return to the city, but +he made up his mind to see Luke first. He wanted to inquire the +address of Roland Reed. + + + +CHAPTER XXII + +LUKE SECURES A NEW FRIEND + + +Luke was engaged in copying when Mr. Armstrong called. Though he +felt surprised to see his visitor, Luke did not exhibit it in +his manner, but welcomed him politely, and invited him into the +sitting-room. + +"I have called to inquire the address of your friend, Mr. Roland +Reed," said Mr. Armstrong. Then, seeing a little uneasiness in +Luke's face, he added quickly: "Don't think I have the slightest +suspicion of him as regards the loss of the bonds. I wish only +to consult him, being myself at a loss what steps to take. He +may be able to help me." + +Of course, Luke cheerfully complied with his request. + +"Has anything been heard yet at the bank?" he asked. + +"Nothing whatever. In fact, it does not appear to me that +any very serious efforts have been made to trace the robber +or robbers. I am left to undertake the task myself." + +"If there is anything I can do to help you, Mr. Armstrong, +I shall be very glad to do so," said Luke. + +"I will bear that in mind, and may call upon you. As yet, my +plans are not arranged. Perhaps Mr. Reed, whom I take to be an +experienced man of the world, may be able to offer a suggestion. +You seem to be at work," he added, with a look at the table at +which Luke had been sitting. + +"Yes, sir, I am making out some bills for Mr. Reed." + +"Is the work likely to occupy you long?" + +"No, sir; I shall probably finish the work this week." + +"And then your time will be at your disposal?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"Pardon me the question, but I take it your means are limited?" + +"Yes, sir; till recently they have been very limited--now, thanks +to Mr. Reed, who pays a liberal salary for his little girl's board, +we are very comfortable, and can get along very well, even if I do +not immediately find work." + +"I am glad to hear that. If I should hear of any employment +likely to please you I will send you word." + +"Thank you, sir." + +"Would you object to leave home?" + +"No, sir; there is little or no prospect in Groveton, and though +my mother would miss me, she now has company, and I should feel +easier about leaving her." + +"If you can spare the time, won't you walk with me to the depot?" + +"With great pleasure, sir," and Luke went into the adjoining +room to fetch his hat, at the same time apprising his mother that +he was going out. + +On the way to the depot Mr. Armstrong managed to draw out Luke with +a view to getting better acquainted with him, and forming an idea +of his traits of character. Luke was quite aware of this, but talked +frankly and easily, having nothing to conceal. + +"A thoroughly good boy, and a smart boy, too!" said Armstrong to +himself. "I must see if I can't give him a chance to rise. He seems +absolutely reliable." + +On the way to the depot they met Randolph Duncan, who eyed them +curiously. He recognized Mr. Armstrong as the owner of the stolen +bonds--and was a good deal surprised to see him in such friendly +conversation with Luke. Knowing Mr. Armstrong to be a rich man, +he determined to claim acquaintance. + +"How do you do, Mr. Armstrong?" he said, advancing with an +ingratiating smile. + +"This is Randolph Duncan," said Luke--whom, by the way, Randolph +had not thought it necessary to notice. + +"I believe I have met the young gentleman before," said Mr. +Armstrong politely, but not cordially. + +"Yes, sir, I have seen you at our house," continued Randolph--"my +father is president of the Groveton Bank. He will be very glad to +see you. Won't you come home with me?" + +"I have already called upon your father," said Mr. Armstrong. + +"I am very sorry your bonds were stolen, Mr. Armstrong." + +"Not more than I am, I assure you," returned Mr. Armstrong, +with a quizzical smile. + +"Could I speak with you a moment in private, sir?" asked +Randolph, with a significant glance at Luke. + +"Certainly; Luke, will you cross the road a minute? Now, young man!" + +"Probably you don't know that the boy you are walking with was +suspected of taking the box from the bank." + +"I have heard so; but he was acquitted of the charge, wasn't he?" + +"My father still believes that he had something to do with it, and +so do I," added Randolph, with an emphatic nod of his head. + +"Isn't he a friend of yours?" asked Mr. Armstrong quietly. + +"No, indeed; we go to the same school, though father thinks +of sending me to an academy out of town soon, but there is no +friendship between us. He is only a working boy." + +"Humph! That is very much against him," observed Mr. Armstrong, +but it was hard to tell from his tone whether he spoke in earnest +or ironically. + +"Oh, well, he has to work, for the family is very poor. He's come +out in new clothes and a silver watch since the robbery. He says +the strange man from whom he received a tin box just like yours +gave them to him." + +"And you think he didn't get them in that way?" + +"Yes, I think they were leagued together. I feel sure that man +robbed the bank." + +"Dear me, it does look suspicious!" remarked Armstrong. + +"If Luke was guiding you to the train, I will take his place, sir." + +"Thank you, but perhaps I had better keep him with me, and +cross-examine him a little. I suppose I can depend upon your +keeping your eyes upon him, and letting me know of any suspicious +conduct on his part?" + +"Yes, sir, I will do it with pleasure," Randolph announced promptly. +He felt sure that he had excited Mr. Armstrong's suspicions, and +defeated any plans Luke might have cherished of getting in with +the capitalist. + +"Have you anything more to communicate?" asked Mr. Armstrong, +politely. + +"No, sir; I thought it best to put you on your guard." + +"I quite appreciate your motives, Master Randolph. I shall keep +my eyes open henceforth, and hope in time to discover the real +perpetrator of the robbery. Now, Luke." + +"I have dished you, young fellow!" thought Randolph, with a +triumphant glance at the unconscious Luke. He walked away +in high self-satisfaction. + +"Luke," said Mr. Armstrong, as they resumed their walk, "Randolph +seems a very warm friend of yours." + +"I never thought so," said Luke, with an answering smile. "I am +glad if he has changed." + +"What arrangements do you think I have made with him?" + +"I don't know, sir." + +"I have asked him to keep his eye on you, and, if he sees anything +suspicious, to let me know." + +Luke would have been disturbed by this remark, had not the smile +on Mr. Armstrong's face belied his words. + +"Does he think you are in earnest, sir?" + +"Oh, yes, he has no doubt of it. He warned me of your character, +and said he was quite sure that you and your friend Mr. Reed were +implicated in the bank robbery. I told him I would cross-examine +you, and see what I could find out. Randolph told me that you were +only a working boy, which I pronounced to be very much against you." + +Luke laughed outright. + +"I think you are fond of a practical joke, Mr. Armstrong," he said. +"You have fooled Randolph very neatly." + +"I had an object in it," said Mr. Armstrong quietly. "I may have +occasion to employ you in the matter, and if so, it will be +well that no arrangement is suspected between us. Randolph will +undoubtedly inform his father of what happened this morning." + +"As I said before, sir, I am ready to do anything that lies in +my power." + +Luke could not help feeling curious as to the character of the +service he would be called upon to perform. He found it difficult +to hazard a conjecture, but one thing at least seemed clear, and +this was that Mr. Armstrong was disposed to be his friend, and as +he was a rich man his friendship was likely to amount to some thing. + +They had now reached the depot, and in ten minutes the train +was due. + +"Don't wait if you wish to get to work, Luke," said Mr. +Armstrong kindly. + +"My work can wait; it is nearly finished," said Luke. + +The ten minutes passed rapidly, and with a cordial good-bye, +the capitalist entered the train, leaving Luke to return to his +modest home in good spirits. + +"I have two influential friends, now," he said to himself--"Mr. +Reed and Mr. Armstrong. On the whole, Luke Larkin, you are in luck, +your prospects look decidedly bright, even if you have lost the +janitorship." + + + +CHAPTER XXIII + +RANDOLPH AND HIS CREDITOR + + +Though Randolph was pleased at having, as he thought, put a spoke +in Luke's wheel, and filled Mr. Armstrong's mind with suspicion, he +was not altogether happy. He had a little private trouble of his +own. He had now for some time been a frequenter of Tony Denton's +billiard saloon, patronizing both the table and the bar. He had +fallen in with a few young men of no social standing, who flattered +him, and, therefore, stood in his good graces. With them he played +billiards and drank. After a time he found that he was exceeding +his allowance, but in the most obliging way Tony Denton had offered +him credit. + +"Of course, Mr. Duncan"--Randolph felt flattered at being addressed +in this way--"of course, Mr. Duncan, your credit is good with me. +If you haven't the ready money, and I know most young gentlemen are +liable to be short, I will just keep an account, and you can settle +at your convenience." + +This seemed very obliging, but I am disposed to think that a boy's +worst enemy is the one who makes it easy for him to run into debt. +Randolph was not wholly without caution, for he said: "But suppose, +Tony, I am not able to pay when you want the money?" + +"Oh, don't trouble yourself about that, Mr. Duncan," said Tony +cordially. "Of course, I know the standing of your family, and I +am perfectly safe. Some time you will be a rich man." + +"Yes, I suppose I shall," said Randolph, in a consequential tone. + +"And it is worth something to me to have my saloon patronized +by a young gentleman of your social standing." + +Evidently, Tony Denton understood Randolph's weak point, and played +on it skillfully. He assumed an air of extra consequence, as he +remarked condescendingly: "You are very obliging, Tony, and I shall +not forget it." + +Tony Denton laughed in his sleeve at the boy's vanity, but his +manner was very respectful, and Randolph looked upon him as an +humble friend and admirer. + +"He is a sensible man, Tony; he understands what is due to my +position," he said to himself. + +After Denton's visit to New York with Prince Duncan, and the +knowledge which he then acquired about the president of the +Groveton Bank, he decided that the time had come to cut short +Randolph's credit with him. The day of reckoning always comes +in such cases, as I hope my young friends will fully understand. +Debt is much more easily contracted than liquidated, and this +Randolph found to his cost. + +One morning he was about to start on a game of billiards, when +Tony Denton called him aside. + +"I would like to speak a word to you, Mr. Duncan," he said smoothly. + +"All right, Tony," said Randolph, in a patronizing tone. "What can +I do for you?" + +"My rent comes due to-morrow, Mr. Duncan, and I should be glad if +you would pay me a part of your account. It has been running some +time--" + +Randolph's jaw fell, and he looked blank. + +"How much do I owe you?" he asked. + +Tony referred to a long ledgerlike account-book, turned to a certain +page, and running his fingers down a long series of items, answered, +"Twenty-seven dollars and sixty cents." + +"It can't be so much!" ejaculated Randolph, in dismay. "Surely you +have made a mistake!" + +"You can look for yourself," said Tony suavely. "Just reckon it up; +I may have made a little mistake in the sum total." + +Randolph looked over the items, but he was nervous, and the page +swam before his eyes. He was quite incapable of performing the +addition, simple as it was, in his then frame of mind. + +"I dare say you have added it up all right," he said, after an +abortive attempt to reckon it up, "but I can hardly believe that +I owe you so much." + +"'Many a little makes a mickle,' as we Scotch say," answered Tony +cheerfully. "However, twenty-seven dollars is a mere trifle to a +young man like you. Come, if you'll pay me to-night, I'll knock +off the sixty cents." + +"It's quite impossible for me to do it," said Randolph, ill at ease. + +"Pay me something on account--say ten dollars." + +"I haven't got but a dollar and a quarter in my pocket." + +"Oh, well, you know where to go for more money," said Tony, with +a wink. "The old gentleman's got plenty." + +"I am not so sure about that--I mean that he is willing to pay +out. Of course, he's got plenty of money invested," added Randolph, +who liked to have it thought that his father was a great financial +magnate. + +"Well, he can spare some for his son, I am sure." + +"Can't you let it go for a little while longer, Tony?" asked +Randolph, awkwardly. + +"Really, Mr. Duncan, I couldn't. I am a poor man, as you know, and +have my bills to pay." + +"I take it as very disobliging, Tony; I sha'n't care to patronize +your place any longer," said Randolph, trying a new tack. + +Tony Denton shrugged his shoulders. + +"I only care for patrons who are willing to pay their bills," +he answered significantly. "It doesn't pay me to keep my place +open free." + +"Of course not; but I hope you are not afraid of me?" + +"Certainly not. I am sure you will act honorably and pay your bills. +If I thought you wouldn't, I would go and see your father about it." + +"No, you mustn't do that," said Randolph, alarmed. "He doesn't know +I come here." + +"And he won't know from me, if you pay what you owe." + +Matters were becoming decidedly unpleasant for Randolph. The +perspiration gathered on his brow. He didn't know what to do. That +his father would not give him money for any such purpose, he very +well knew, and he dreaded his finding out where he spent so many +of his evenings. + +"Oh, don't trouble yourself about a trifle," said Tony smoothly. +"Just go up to your father, frankly, and tell him you want the +money." + +"He wouldn't give me twenty-seven dollars," said Randolph gloomily. + +"Then ask for ten, and I'll wait for the balance till next week." + +"Can't you put it all off till next week?" + +"No; I really couldn't, Mr. Duncan. What does it matter to you +this week, or next?" + +Randolph wished to put off as long as possible the inevitable +moment, though he knew it would do him no good in the end. But +Tony Denton was inflexible--and he finally said: "Well, I'll make +the attempt, but I know I shall fail." + +"That's all right; I knew you would look at it in the right light. +Now, go ahead and play your game." + +"No, I don't want to increase my debt." + +"Oh, I won't charge you for what you play this evening. Tony Denton +can be liberal as well as the next man. Only I have to collect money +to pay my bills." + +Randolph didn't know that all this had been prearranged by the +obliging saloon-keeper, and that, in now pressing him, he had +his own object in view. + +The next morning, Randolph took an opportunity to see his +father alone. + +"Father," he said, "will you do me a favor?" + +"What is it, Randolph?" + +"Let me have ten dollars." + +His father frowned. + +"What do you want with ten dollars?" he asked. + +"I don't like to go round without money in my pocket. It doesn't +look well for the son of a rich man." + +"Who told you I was a rich man?" said his father testily. + +"Why, you are, aren't you? Everybody in the village says so." + +"I may, or may not, be rich, but I don't care to encourage my son +in extravagant habits. You say you have no money. Don't you have +your regular allowance?" + +"It is only two dollars a week." + +"Only two dollars a week!" repeated the father angrily. "Let me +tell you, young man, that when I was of your age I didn't have +twenty-five cents a week." + +"That was long ago. People lived differently from what they do now." + +"How did they?" + +"They didn't live in any style." + +"They didn't spend money foolishly, as they do now. I don't see for +my part what you can do with even two dollars a week." + +"Oh, it melts away, one way or another. I am your only son, and +people expect me to spend money. It is expected of one in my +position." + +"So you can. I consider two dollars a week very liberal." + +"You'd understand better if you were a young fellow like me how +hard it is to get along on that." + +"I don't want to understand," returned his father stoutly. "One +thing I understand, and that is, that the boys of the present day +are foolishly extravagant. Think of Luke Larkin! Do you think he +spends two dollars even in a month?" + +"I hope you don't mean to compare me with a working boy like Luke?" +Randolph said scornfully. + +"I am not sure but Luke would suit me better than you in some +respects." + +"You are speaking of Luke," said Randolph, with a lucky thought. +"Well, even he, working boy as he is, has a better watch than I, +who am the son of the president of the Groveton Bank." + +"Do you want the ten dollars to buy a better watch?" asked +Prince Duncan. + +"Yes," answered Randolph, ready to seize on any pretext +for the sake of getting the money. + +"Then wait till I go to New York again, and I will look at some +watches. I won't make any promise, but I may buy you one. I don't +care about Luke outshining you." + +This by no means answered Randolph's purpose. + +"Won't you let me go up to the city myself, father?" he asked. + +"No, I prefer to rely upon my own judgment in a purchase +of that kind." + +It had occurred to Randolph that he would go to the city, and +pretend on his return that he had bought a watch but had his pocket +picked. Of course, his father would give him more than ten dollars +for the purpose, and he could privately pay it over to Tony Denton. + +But this scheme did not work, and he made up his mind at last that +he would have to tell Tony he must wait. + +He did so. Tony Denton, who fully expected this, and, for reasons +of his own, did not regret it, said very little to Randolph, but +decided to go round and see Prince Duncan himself. It would give +him a chance to introduce the other and more important matter. + +It was about this time that Linton's birthday-party took place. +Randolph knew, of course, that he would meet Luke, but he no longer +had the satisfaction of deriding his shabby dress. Our hero wore his +best suit, and showed as much ease and self-possession as Randolph +himself. + +"What airs that boy Luke puts on!" ejaculated Randolph, in disgust. +"I believe he thinks he is my equal." + +In this Randolph was correct. Luke certainly did consider himself +the social equal of the haughty Randolph, and the consciousness of +being well dressed made him feel at greater ease than at Florence +Grant's party. He had taken additional lessons in dancing from his +friend Linton, and, being quick to learn, showed no awkwardness on +the floor. Linton's parents, by their kind cordiality, contributed +largely to the pleasure of their son's guests, who at the end of the +evening unanimously voted the party a success. + + + +CHAPTER XXIV + +A COMMISSION FOR LUKE + + +Upon his return to the city, John Armstrong lost no time in sending +for Roland Reed. The latter, though rather surprised at the summons, +answered it promptly. When he entered the office of the old merchant +he found him sitting at his desk. + +"Mr. Armstrong?" he said inquiringly. + +"That's my name. You, I take it, are Roland Reed." + +"Yes." + +"No doubt you wonder why I sent for you," said Mr. Armstrong. + +"Is it about the robbery of the Groveton Bank?" + +"You have guessed it. You know, I suppose, that I am the owner +of the missing box of bonds?" + +"So I was told. Have you obtained any clue?" + +"I have not had time. I have only just returned from Europe. I +have done nothing except visit Groveton." + +"What led you to send for me? Pardon my curiosity, but I can't +help asking." + +"An interview with a protege of yours, Luke Larkin." + +"You know that Luke was arrested on suspicion of being connected +with the robbery, though there are those who pay me the compliment +of thinking that I may have had something to do with it." + +"I think you had as much to do with it as Luke Larkin," said +Armstrong, deliberately. + +"I had--just as much," said Reed, with a smile. "Luke is a good +boy, Mr. Armstrong." + +"I quite agree with you. If I had a son I should like him to +resemble Luke." + +"Give me your hand on that, Mr. Armstrong," said Roland Reed, +impulsively. "Excuse my impetuosity, but I've taken a fancy to +that boy." + +"There, then, we are agreed. Now, Mr. Reed, I will tell you why I +have taken the liberty of sending for you. From what Luke said, I +judged that you were a sharp, shrewd man of the world, and might +help me in this matter, which I confess puzzles me. You know the +particulars, and therefore, without preamble, I am going to ask +you whether you have any theory as regards this robbery. The box +hasn't walked off without help. Now, who took it from the bank?" + +"If I should tell you my suspicion you might laugh at me." + +"I will promise not to do that." + +"Then I believe that Prince Duncan, president of the Groveton +Bank, could tell you, if he chose, what has become of the box." + +"Extraordinary!" ejaculated John Armstrong. + +"I supposed you would be surprised--probably indignant, if you are +a friend of Duncan--but, nevertheless, I adhere to my statement." + +"You mistake the meaning of my exclamation. I spoke of it as +extraordinary, because the same suspicion has entered my mind, +though, I admit, without a special reason." + +"I have a reason." + +"May I inquire what it is?" + +"I knew Prince Duncan when he was a young man, though he does not +know me now. In fact, I may as well admit that I was then known +by another name. He wronged me deeply at that time, being guilty +of a crime which he successfully laid upon my shoulders. No one in +Groveton--no one of his recent associates--knows the real nature +of the man as well as I do." + +"You prefer not to go into particulars?" + +"Not at present." + +"At all events you can give me your advice. To suspect amounts to +little. We must bring home the crime to him. It is here that I +need your advice." + +"I understand that the box contained government bonds." + +"Yes." + +"What were the denominations?" + +"One ten thousand dollar bond, one five, and ten of one thousand +each." + +"It seems to me they ought to be traced. I suppose, of course, +they were coupon, not registered." + +"You are right. Had they been registered, I should have been at +no trouble, nor would the thief have reaped any advantage." + +"If coupon, they are, of course, numbered. Won't that serve as +a clue, supposing an attempt is made to dispose of them?" + +"You touch the weak point of my position. They are numbered, and +I had a list of the numbers, but that list has disappeared. It is +either lost or mislaid. Of course, I can't identify them." + +"That is awkward. Wouldn't the banker of whom you bought them be +able to give you the numbers?" + +"Yes, but I don't know where they were bought. I had at the time in +my employ a clerk and book-keeper, a steady-going and methodical man +of fifty-odd, who made the purchase, and no doubt has a list of the +numbers of the bonds." + +"Then where is your difficulty?" asked Roland Reed, in surprise. +"Go to the clerk and put the question. What can be simpler?" + +"But I don't know where he is." + +"Don't know where he is?" echoed Reed, in genuine surprise. + +"No; James Harding--this is his name--left my employ a year since, +having, through a life of economy, secured a competence, and went +out West to join a widowed sister who had for many years made her +residence there. Now, the West is a large place, and I don't know +where this sister lives, or where James Harding is to be found." + +"Yet he must be found. You must send a messenger to look for him." + +"But whom shall I send? In a matter of this delicacy I don't want to +employ a professional detective. Those men sometimes betray secrets +committed to their keeping, and work up a false clue rather than +have it supposed they are not earning their money. If, now, some +gentleman in whom I had confidence--someone like yourself--would +undertake the commission, I should esteem myself fortunate." + +"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Armstrong, more especially as +you are putting confidence in a stranger, but I have important work +to do that would not permit me to leave New York at present. But I +know of someone whom I would employ, if the business were mine." + +"Well?" + +"Luke Larkin." + +"But he is only a boy. He can't be over sixteen." + +"He is a sharp boy, however, and would follow instructions." + +John Armstrong thought rapidly. He was a man who decided quickly. + +"I will take your advice," he said. "As I don't want to have it +supposed that he is in my employ, will you oblige me by writing to +him and preparing him for a journey? Let it be supposed that he is +occupied with a commission for you." + +"I will attend to the matter at once." + +The next morning Luke received the following letter: + + +"MY DEAR LUKE: I have some work for you which will occupy some +time and require a journey. You will be well paid. Bring a supply +of underclothing, and assure your mother that she need feel under +no apprehensions about you. Unless I am greatly mistaken, you will +be able to take care of yourself. + +"Your friend, + +"ROLAND REED." + + +Luke read the letter with excitement and pleasure. He was to go +on a journey, and to a boy of his age a journey of any sort is +delightful. He had no idea of the extent of the trip in store +for him, but thought he might possibly be sent to Boston, or +Philadelphia, and either trip he felt would yield him much pleasure. +He quieted the natural apprehensions of his mother, and, satchel in +hand, waited upon his patron in the course of a day. By him he was +taken over to the office of Mr. Armstrong, from whom he received +instructions and a supply of money. + + + +CHAPTER XXV + +MR. J. MADISON COLEMAN + + +Luke didn't shrink from the long trip before him. He enjoyed the +prospect of it, having always longed to travel and see distant +places. He felt flattered by Mr. Armstrong's confidence in him, and +stoutly resolved to deserve it. He would have been glad if he could +have had the company of his friend Linton, but he knew that this +was impossible. He must travel alone. + +"You have a difficult and perplexing task, Luke," said the +capitalist. "You may not succeed." + +"I will do my best, Mr. Armstrong." + +"That is all I have a right to expect. If you succeed, you will +do me a great service, of which I shall show proper appreciation." + +He gave Luke some instructions, and it was arranged that our hero +should write twice a week, and, if occasion required, oftener, so +that his employer might be kept apprised of his movements. + +Luke was not to stop short of Chicago. There his search was to +begin; and there, if possible, he was to obtain information that +might guide his subsequent steps. + +It is a long ride to Chicago, as Luke found. He spent a part of +the time in reading, and a part in looking out of the window at +the scenery, but still, at times, he felt lonely. + +"I wish Linton Tomkins were with me," he reflected. "What a jolly +time we would have!" + +But Linton didn't even know what had become of his friend. Luke's +absence was an occasion for wonder at Groveton, and many questions +were asked of his mother. + +"He was sent for by Mr. Reed," answered the widow. "He is at work +for him." + +"Mr. Reed is in New York, isn't he?" + +"Yes." + +It was concluded, therefore, that Luke was in New York, and one +or two persons proposed to call upon him there, but his mother +professed ignorance of his exact residence. She knew that he was +traveling, but even she was kept in the dark as to where he was, nor +did she know that Mr. Armstrong, and not Mr. Reed, was his employer. + +Some half dozen hours before reaching Chicago, a young man of +twenty-five, or thereabouts, sauntered along the aisle, and sat +down in the vacant seat beside Luke. + +"Nice day," he said, affably. + +"Very nice," responded Luke. + +"I suppose you are bound to Chicago?" + +"Yes, I expect to stay there awhile." + +"Going farther?" + +"I can't tell yet." + +"Going to school out there?" + +"No." + +"Perhaps you are traveling for some business firm, though you +look pretty young for that." + +"No, I'm not a drummer, if that's what you mean. Still, I have +a commisison from a New York business man." + +"A commission--of what kind?" drawled the newcomer. + +"It is of a confidential character," said Luke. + +"Ha! close-mouthed," thought the young man. "Well, I'll get it +out of him after awhile." + +He didn't press the question, not wishing to arouse suspicion +or mistrust. + +"Just so," he replied. "You are right to keep it to yourself, though +you wouldn't mind trusting me if you knew me better. Is this your +first visit to Chicago?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"Suppose we exchange cards. This is mine." + +He handed Luke a card, bearing this name. + + +J. MADISON COLEMAN + + +At the bottom of the card he wrote in pencil, "representing +H. B. Claflin & Co." + +"Of course you've heard of our firm," he said. + +"Certainly." + +"I don't have the firm name printed on my card, for Claflin won't +allow it. You will notice that I am called for old President +Madison. He was an old friend of my grandfather. In fact, +grandfather held a prominent office under his administration-- +collector of the port of New York." + +"I have no card with me," responded Luke. "But my name is +Luke Larkin." + +"Good name. Do you live in New York?" + +"No; a few miles in the country." + +"And whom do you represent?" + +"Myself for the most part," answered Luke, with a smile. + +"Good! No one has a better right to. I see there's something +in you, Luke." + +"You've found it out pretty quick," thought Luke. + +"And I hope we will get better acquainted. If you're not permanently +employed by this party, whose name you don't give, I will get you +into the employ of Claflin & Co., if you would like it." + +"Thank you," answered Luke, who thought it quite possible that he +might like to obtain a position with so eminent a firm. "How long +have you been with them?" + +"Ten years--ever since I was of your age," promptly answered +Mr. Coleman. + +"Is promotion rapid?" Luke asked, with interest. + +"Well, that depends on a man's capacity. I have been pushed right +along. I went there as a boy, on four dollars a week; now I'm a +traveling salesman--drummer as it is called--and I make about four +thousand a year." + +"That's a fine salary," said Luke, feeling that his new acquaintance +must be possessed of extra ability to occupy so desirable a position. + +"Yes, but I expect next year to get five thousand--Claflin knows +I am worth it, and as he is a liberal man, I guess he will give it +sooner than let me go." + +"I suppose many do not get on so well, Mr. Coleman." + +"I should say so! Now, there is a young fellow went there the same +time that I did--his name is Frank Bolton. We were schoolfellows +together, and just the same age, that is, nearly--he was born in +April, and I in May. Well, we began at the same time on the same +salary. Now I get sixty dollars a week and he only twelve--and he +is glad to get that, too." + +"I suppose he hasn't much business capacity." + +"That's where you've struck it, Luke. He knows about enough to be +clerk in a country store--and I suppose he'll fetch up there some +day. You know what that means--selling sugar, and tea, and dried +apples to old ladies, and occasionally measuring off a yard of +calico, or selling a spool of cotton. If I couldn't do better +than that I'd hire out as a farm laborer." + +Luke smiled at the enumeration of the duties of a country salesman. +It was clear that Mr. Coleman, though he looked city-bred, must +at some time in the past have lived in the country. + +"Perhaps that is the way I should turn out," he said. "I might not +rise any higher than your friend Mr. Bolton." + +"Oh, yes, you would. You're smart enough, I'll guarantee. You +might not get on so fast as I have, for it isn't every young man +of twenty-six that can command four thousand dollars a year, but +you would rise to a handsome income, I am sure." + +"I should be satisfied with two thousand a year at your age." + +"I would be willing to guarantee you that," asserted Mr. Coleman, +confidently. "By the way, where do you propose to put up in +Chicago?" + +"I have not decided yet." + +"You'd better go with me to the Ottawa House." + +"Is it a good house?" + +"They'll feed you well there, and only charge two dollars a day" + +"Is it centrally located?" + +"It isn't as central as the Palmer, or Sherman, or Tremont, but it +is convenient to everything." + +I ought to say here that I have chosen to give a fictitious name +to the hotel designated by Mr. Coleman. + +"Come, what do you say?" + +"I have no objection," answered Luke, after a slight pause +for reflection. + +Indeed, it was rather pleasant to him to think that he would have a +companion on his first visit to Chicago who was well acquainted with +the city, and could serve as his guide. Though he should not feel +justified in imparting to Mr. Coleman his special business, he +meant to see something of the city, and would find his new friend +a pleasant companion. + +"That's good," said Coleman, well pleased. "I shall be glad to +have your company. I expected to meet a friend on the train, but +something must have delayed him, and so I should have been left +alone." + +"I suppose a part of your time will be given to business?" +suggested Luke. + +"Yes, but I take things easy; when I work, I work. I can accomplish +as much in a couple of hours as many would do in a whole day. You +see, I understand my customers. When soft sawder is wanted, I am +soft sawder. When I am dealing with a plain, businesslike man, I +talk in a plain, businesslike way. I study my man, and generally I +succeed in striking him for an order, even if times are hard and +he is already well stocked." + +"He certainly knows how to talk," thought Luke. In fact, he was +rather disposed to accept Mr. Coleman at his own valuation, +though that was a very high one. + +"Do you smoke?" + +"Not at all." + +"Not even a cigarette?" + +"Not even a cigarette." + +"I was intending to ask you to go with me into the smoking-car for +a short time. I smoke a good deal; it is my only vice. You know we +must all have some vices." + +Luke didn't see the necessity, but he assented, because it seemed +to be expected. + +"I won't be gone long. You'd better come along, too, and smoke +a cigarette. It is time you began to smoke. Most boys begin +much earlier." + +Luke shook his head. + +"I don't care to learn," he said. + +"Oh, you're a good boy--one of the Sunday-school kind," said +Coleman, with a slight sneer. "You'll get over that after a +while. You'll be here when I come back?" + +Luke promised that he would, and for the next half hour he was left +alone. As his friend Mr. Coleman left the car, he followed him with +his glance, and surveyed him more attentively than he had hitherto +done. The commercial traveler was attired in a suit of fashionable +plaid, wore a showy necktie, from the center of which blazed a +diamond scarfpin. A showy chain crossed his vest, and to it was +appended a large and showy watch, which looked valuable, though +appearances are sometimes deceitful. + +"He must spend a good deal of money," thought Luke. "I wonder that +he should be willing to go to a two-dollar-a-day hotel." + +Luke, for his own part, was quite willing to go to the Ottawa House. +He had never fared luxuriously, and he had no doubt that even at +the Ottawa House he should live better than at home. + +It was nearer an hour than half an hour before Coleman came back. + +"I stayed away longer than I intended," he said. "I smoked three +cigars, instead of one, seeing you wasn't with me to keep me +company. I found some social fellows, and we had a chat." + +Mr. Coleman absented himself once or twice more. Finally, the +train ran into the depot, and the conductor called out, "Chicago!" + +"Come along, Luke!" said Coleman. + +The two left the car in company. Coleman hailed a cab--gave the +order, Ottawa House--and in less than five minutes they were +rattling over the pavements toward their hotel. + + + +CHAPTER XXVI + +THE OTTAWA HOUSE + + +There was one little circumstance that led Luke to think favorably +of his new companion. As the hackman closed the door of the +carriage, Luke asked: "How much is the fare?" + +"Fifty cents apiece, gentlemen," answered cabby. + +Luke was about to put his hand into his pocket for the money, when +Coleman touching him on the arm, said: "Never mind, Luke, I have the +money," and before our hero could expostulate he had thrust a dollar +into the cab-driver's hand. + +"All right, thanks," said the driver, and slammed to the door. + +"You must let me repay you my part of the fare, Mr. Coleman," +said Luke, again feeling for his pocketbook. + +"Oh, it's a mere trifle!" said Coleman. "I'll let you pay next +time, but don't be so ceremonious with a friend." + +"But I would rather pay for myself," objected Luke. + +"Oh, say no more about it, I beg. Claflin provides liberally +for my expenses. It's all right." + +"But I don't want Claflin to pay for me." + +"Then I assure you I'll get it out of you before we part. Will +that content you?" + +Luke let the matter drop, but he didn't altogether like to find +himself under obligations to a stranger, notwithstanding his +assurance, which he took for a joke. He would have been surprised +and startled if he had known how thoroughly Coleman meant what he +said about getting even. The fifty cents he had with such apparent +generosity paid out for Luke he meant to get back a hundred-fold. +His object was to gain Luke's entire confidence, and remove any +suspicion he might possibly entertain. In this respect he was +successful. Luke had read about designing strangers, but he +certainly could not suspect a man who insisted on paying his +hack fare. + +"I hope you will not be disappointed in the Ottawa House," observed +Mr. Coleman, as they rattled through the paved streets. "It isn't a +stylish hotel." + +"I am not used to stylish living," said Luke, frankly. "I have +always been used to living in a very plain way." + +"When I first went on the road I used to stop at the tip-top houses, +such as the Palmer at Chicago, the Russell House in Detroit, etc., +but it's useless extravagance. Claflin allows me a generous sum for +hotels, and if I go to a cheap one, I put the difference into my own +pocket." + +"Is that expected?" asked Luke, doubtfully. + +"It's allowed, at any rate. No one can complain if I choose to +live a little plainer. When it pays in the way of business to stop +at a big hotel, I do so. Of course, your boss pays your expenses?" + +"Yes." + +"Then you'd better do as I do--put the difference in your own +pocket." + +"I shouldn't like to do that." + +"Why not? It is evident you are a new traveler, or you would know +that it is a regular thing." + +Luke did not answer, but he adhered to his own view. He meant to +keep a careful account of his disbursements and report to Mr. +Armstrong, without the addition of a single penny. He had no doubt +that he should be paid liberally for his time, and he didn't care +to make anything by extra means. + +The Ottawa House was nearly a mile and a half distant. It was on one +of the lower streets, near the lake. It was a plain building with +accommodations for perhaps a hundred and fifty guests. This would +be large for a country town or small city, but it indicated a hotel +of the third class in Chicago. I may as well say here, however, +that it was a perfectly respectable and honestly conducted hotel, +notwithstanding it was selected by Mr. Coleman, who could not with +truth be complimented so highly. I will also add that Mr. Coleman's +selection of the Ottawa, in place of a more pretentious hotel, arose +from the fear that in the latter he might meet someone who knew him, +and who would warn Luke of his undesirable reputation. + +Jumping out of the hack, J. Madison Coleman led the way into the +hotel, and, taking pen in hand, recorded his name in large, +flourishing letters--as from New York. + +Then he handed the pen to Luke, who registered himself also +from New York. + +"Give us a room together," he said to the clerk. + +Luke did not altogether like this arrangement, but hardly felt +like objecting. He did not wish to hurt the feelings of J. Madison +Coleman, yet he considered that, having known him only six hours, +it was somewhat imprudent to allow such intimacy. But he who +hesitates is lost, and before Luke had made up his mind whether +to object or not, he was already part way upstairs--there was no +elevator--following the bellboy, who carried his luggage. + +The room, which was on the fourth floor, was of good size, and +contained two beds. So far so good. After the ride he wished to wash +and put on clean clothes. Mr. Coleman did not think this necessary, +and saying to Luke that he would find him downstairs, he left our +hero alone. + +"I wish I had a room alone," thought Luke. "I should like it much +better, but I don't want to offend Coleman. I've got eighty dollars +in my pocketbook, and though, of course, he is all right, I don't +want to take any risks." + +On the door he read the regulations of the hotel. One item attracted +his attention. It was this: + + +"The proprietors wish distinctly to state that they will not be +responsible for money or valuables unless left with the clerk to +be deposited in the safe." + + +Luke had not been accustomed to stopping at hotels, and did not +know that this was the usual custom. It struck him, however, as +an excellent arrangement, and he resolved to avail himself of it. + +When he went downstairs he didn't see Mr. Coleman. + +"Your friend has gone out," said the clerk. "He wished me to say +that he would be back in half an hour." + +"All right," answered Luke. "Can I leave my pocketbook with you?" + +"Certainly." + +The clerk wrapped it up in a piece of brown paper and put it +away in the safe at the rear of the office, marking it with Luke's +name and the number of his room. + +"There, that's safe!" thought Luke, with a feeling of relief. He had +reserved about three dollars, as he might have occasion to spend a +little money in the course of the evening. If he were robbed of this +small amount it would not much matter. + +A newsboy came in with an evening paper. Luke bought a copy and sat +down on a bench in the office, near a window. He was reading busily, +when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Looking up, he saw that it +was his roommate, J. Madison Coleman. + +"I've just been taking a little walk," he said, "and now I am +ready for dinner. If you are, too, let us go into the dining-room." + +Luke was glad to accept this proposal, his long journey having +given him a good appetite. + + + +CHAPTER XXVII + +COLEMAN ACTS SUSPICIOUSLY + + +After dinner, Coleman suggested a game of billiards, but as this was +a game with which Luke was not familiar, he declined the invitation, +but went into the billiard-room and watched a game between his +new acquaintance and a stranger. Coleman proved to be a very good +player, and won the game. After the first game Coleman called for +drinks, and invited Luke to join them. + +"Thank you," answered Luke, "but I never drink." + +"Oh, I forgot; you're a good boy," said Coleman. "Well, I'm no +Puritan. Whisky straight for me." + +Luke was not in the least troubled by the sneer conveyed in +Coleman's words. He was not altogether entitled to credit for +refusing to drink, having not the slightest taste for strong +drink of any kind. + +About half-past seven Coleman put up his cue, saying: "That'll do +for me. Now, Luke, suppose we take a walk." + +Luke was quite ready, not having seen anything of Chicago as yet. +They strolled out, and walked for an hour. Coleman, to do him +justice, proved an excellent guide, and pointed out whatever they +passed which was likely to interest his young companion. But at +last he seemed to be tired. + +"It's only half-past eight," he said, referring to his watch. +"I'll drop into some theater. It is the best way to finish up the +evening." + +"Then I'll go back to the hotel," said Luke. "I feel tired, and +mean to go to bed early." + +"You'd better spend an hour or two in the theater with me." + +"No, I believe not. I prefer a good night's rest." + +"Do you mind my leaving you?" + +"Not at all." + +"Can you find your way back to the hotel alone?" + +"If you'll direct me, I think I can find it." + +The direction was given, and Coleman was turning off, when, as if +it had just occurred to him, he said: "By the way, can you lend me +a five? I've nothing less than a fifty-dollar bill with me, and I +don't want to break that." + +Luke congratulated himself now that he had left the greater +part of his money at the hotel. + +"I can let you have a dollar," he said. + +Coleman shrugged his shoulders, but answered: "All right; +let me have the one." + +Luke did so, and felt now that he had more than repaid the fifty +cents his companion had paid for hack fare. Though Coleman had +professed to have nothing less than fifty, Luke knew that he had +changed a five-dollar bill at the hotel in paying for the drinks, +and must have over four dollars with him in small bills and change. + +"Why, then," thought he, "did Coleman want to borrow five dollars +of me?" + +If Luke had known more of the world he would have understood that +it was only one of the tricks to which men like Coleman resort to +obtain a loan, or rather a gift, from an unsuspecting acquaintance. + +"I suppose I shall not see my money back," thought Luke. "Well, it +will be the last that he will get out of me." + +He was already becoming tired of his companion, and doubted whether +he would not find the acquaintance an expensive one. He was sorry +that they were to share the same room. However, it was for one night +only, and to-morrow he was quite resolved to part company. + +Shortly after nine o'clock Luke went to bed, and being fatigued with +his long journey, was soon asleep. He was still sleeping at twelve +o'clock, when Coleman came home. + +Coleman came up to his bed and watched him attentively. + +"The kid's asleep," he soliloquized. "He's one of the good +Sunday-school boys. I can imagine how shocked he would be if he +knew that, instead of being a traveler for H. B. Claflin, I have +been living by my wits for the last half-dozen years. He seems to +be half asleep. I think I can venture to explore a little." + +He took Luke's trousers from the chair on which he had laid them, +and thrust his fingers into the pockets, but brought forth only +a penknife and a few pennies. + +"He keeps his money somewhere else, it seems," said Coleman. + +Next he turned to the vest, and from the inside vest pocket +drew out Luke's modest pocketbook. + +"Oh, here we have it," thought Coleman, with a smile. "Cunning boy; +he thought nobody would think of looking in his vest pocket. Well, +let us see how much he has got." + +He opened the pocketbook, and frowned with disappointment when he +discovered only a two-dollar bill. + +"What does it mean? Surely he hasn't come to Chicago with only +this paltry sum!" exclaimed Coleman. "He must be more cunning than +I thought." + +He looked in the coat pockets, the shoes, and even the socks of his +young companion, but found nothing, except the silver watch, which +Luke had left in one of his vest pockets. + +"Confound the boy! He's foiled me this time!" muttered Coleman. +"Shall I take the watch? No; it might expose me, and I could not +raise much on it at the pawnbroker's. He must have left his money +with the clerk downstairs. He wouldn't think of it himself, but +probably he was advised to do so before he left home. I'll get up +early, and see if I can't get in ahead of my young friend." + +Coleman did not venture to take the two-dollar bill, as that +would have induced suspicion on the part of Luke, and would have +interfered with his intention of securing the much larger sum of +money, which, as he concluded rightly, was in the safe in the office. + +He undressed and got into bed, but not without observation. As he +was bending over Luke's clothes, examining them, our hero's eyes +suddenly opened, and he saw what was going on. It flashed upon him +at once what kind of a companion he had fallen in with, but he had +the wisdom and self-control to close his eyes again immediately. He +reflected that there was not much that Coleman could take, and if +he took the watch he resolved to charge him openly with it. To make +a disturbance there and then might be dangerous, as Coleman, who +was much stronger than he, might ill-treat and abuse him, without +his being able to offer any effectual resistance. + + + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +COLEMAN'S LITTLE PLAN + + +Though Coleman went to bed late, he awoke early. He had the power +of awaking at almost any hour that he might fix. He was still quite +fatigued, but having an object in view, overcame his tendency to +lie longer, and swiftly dressing himself, went downstairs. Luke was +still sleeping, and did not awaken while his companion was dressing. + +Coleman went downstairs and strolled up to the clerk's desk, + +"You're up early," said that official. + +"Yes, it's a great nuisance, but I have a little business to attend +to with a man who leaves Chicago by an early train. I tried to find +him last night, but he had probably gone to some theater. That is +what has forced me to get up so early this morning." + +"I am always up early," said the clerk. + +"Then you are used to it, and don't mind it. It is different +with me." + +Coleman bought a cigar, and while he was lighting it, remarked, +as if incidentally: + +"By the way, did my young friend leave my money with you +last evening?" + +"He left a package of money with me, but he didn't mention +it was yours." + +"Forgot to, I suppose. I told him to leave it here, as I was going +out to the theater, and was afraid I might have my pocket picked. +Smart fellows, those pickpockets. I claim to be rather smart myself, +but there are some of them smart enough to get ahead of me. + +"I was relieved of my pocketbook containing over two hundred dollars +in money once. By Jove! I was mad enough to knock the fellow's head +off, if I had caught him." + +"It is rather provoking." + +"I think I'll trouble you to hand me the money the boy left with +you, as I have to use some this morning." + +Mr. Coleman spoke in an easy, off-hand way, that might have taken in +some persons, but hotel clerks are made smart by their positions. + +"I am sorry, Mr. Coleman," said the clerk, "but I can only give it +back to the boy." + +"I commend your caution, my friend," said Coleman, "but I can assure +you that it's all right. I sent it back by Luke when I was going to +the theater, and I meant, of course, to have him give my name with +it. However, he is not used to business, and so forgot it." + +"When did you hand it to him?" asked the clerk, with newborn suspicion. + +"About eight o'clock. No doubt he handed it in as soon as he came +back to the hotel." + +"How much was there?" + +This question posed Mr. Coleman, as he had no idea how much money +Luke had with him. + +"I can't say exactly," he answered. "I didn't count it. There might +have been seventy-five dollars, though perhaps the sum fell a little +short of that." + +"I can't give you the money, Mr. Coleman," said the clerk, briefly. +"I have no evidence that it is yours." + +"Really, that's ludicrous," said Coleman, with a forced laugh. "You +don't mean to doubt me, I hope," and Madison Coleman drew himself +up haughtily. + +"That has nothing to do with it. The rule of this office is to +return money only to the person who deposited it with us. If we +adopted any other rule, we should get into no end of trouble." + +"But, my friend," said Coleman, frowning, "you are putting me to +great inconvenience. I must meet my friend in twenty minutes and +pay him a part of this money." + +"I have nothing to do with that," said the clerk. + +"You absolutely refuse, then?" + +"I do," answered the clerk, firmly. "However, you can easily +overcome the difficulty by bringing the boy down here to authorize +me to hand you the money." + +"It seems to me that you have plenty of red tape here," said +Coleman, shrugging his shoulders. "However, I must do as you +require." + +Coleman had a bright thought, which he proceeded to carry +into execution. + +He left the office and went upstairs. He was absent long enough to +visit the chamber which he and Luke had occupied together. Then he +reported to the office again. + +"The boy is not dressed," he said, cheerfully. "However, he has +given me an order for the money, which, of course, will do as well." + +He handed a paper, the loose leaf of a memorandum book, +on which were written in pencil these words: + + +"Give my guardian, Mr. Coleman, the money I left on deposit +at the office. LUKE LARKIN." + + +"That makes it all right, doesn't it?" asked Coleman, jauntily. +"Now, if you'll be kind enough to hand me my money at once, I'll +be off." + +"It won't do, Mr. Coleman," said the clerk. "How am I to know +that the boy wrote this?" + +"Don't you see his signature?" + +The clerk turned to the hotel register, where Luke had enrolled +his name. + +"The handwriting is not the same," he said, coldly. + +"Oh, confound it!" exclaimed Coleman, testily. "Can't you +understand that writing with a pencil makes a difference?" + +"I understand," said the clerk, "that you are trying to get +money that does not belong to you. The money was deposited a couple +of hours sooner than the time you claim to have handed it to the +boy--just after you and the boy arrived." + +"You're right," said Coleman, unabashed. "I made a mistake." + +"You cannot have the money." + +"You have no right to keep it from me," said Coleman, wrathfully. + +"Bring the boy to the office and it shall be delivered to him; +then, if he chooses to give it to you, I have nothing to say." + +"But I tell you he is not dressed." + +"He seems to be," said the clerk, quietly, with a glance at the +door, through which Luke was just entering. + +Coleman's countenance changed. He was now puzzled for a moment. +Then a bold plan suggested itself. He would charge Luke with having +stolen the money from him. + + + +CHAPTER XXIX + +MR. COLEMAN IS FOILED IN HIS ATTEMPT + + +Luke looked from Coleman to the clerk in some surprise. He saw from +their looks that they were discussing some matter which concerned +him. + +"You left some money in my charge yesterday, Mr. Larkin," said +the clerk. + +"Yes." + +"Your friend here claims it. Am I to give it to him?" + +Luke's eyes lighted up indignantly. + +"What does this mean, Mr. Coleman?" he demanded, sternly. + +"It means," answered Coleman, throwing off the mask, "that the +money is mine, and that you have no right to it." + +If Luke had not witnessed Coleman's search of his pockets during +the night, he would have been very much astonished at this brazen +statement. As it was, he had already come to the conclusion that +his railroad acquaintance was a sharper. + +"I will trouble you to prove your claim to it," said Luke, not at +all disturbed by Coleman's impudent assertion. + +"I gave it to you yesterday to place in the safe. I did not +expect you would put it in in your own name," continued Coleman, +with brazen hardihood. + +"When did you hand it to me?" asked Luke, calmly. + +"When we first went up into the room." + +This change in his original charge Coleman made in consequence +of learning the time of the deposit. + +"This is an utter falsehood!" exclaimed Luke, indignantly. + +"Take care, young fellow!" blustered Coleman. "Your reputation for +honesty isn't of the best. I don't like to expose you, but a boy +who has served a three months' term in the penitentiary had better +be careful how he acts." + +Luke's breath was quite taken away by this unexpected attack. The +clerk began to eye him with suspicion, so confident was Coleman's +tone. + +"Mr. Lawrence," said Luke, for he had learned the clerk's name, +"will you allow me a word in private?" + +"I object to this," said Coleman, in a blustering tone. "Whatever +you have to say you can say before me." + +"Yes," answered the clerk, who did not like Coleman's bullying +tone, "I will hear what you have to say." + +He led the way into an adjoining room, and assumed an air of +attention. + +"This man is a stranger to me," Luke commenced. "I saw him yesterday +afternoon for the first time in my life." + +"But he says he is your guardian." + +"He is no more my guardian than you are. Indeed, I would much sooner +select you." + +"How did you get acquainted?" + +"He introduced himself to me as a traveler for H. B. Claflin, of +New York. I did not doubt his statement at the time, but now I do, +especially after what happened in the night." + +"What was that?" asked the clerk, pricking up his ears. + +Luke went on to describe Coleman's search of his pockets. + +"Did you say anything?" + +"No. I wished to see what he was after. As I had left nearly all +my money with you, I was not afraid of being robbed." + +"I presume your story is correct. In fact, I detected him in a +misstatement as to the time of giving you the money. But I don't +want to get into trouble." + +"Ask him how much money I deposited with you," suggested Luke. +"He has no idea, and will have to guess." + +"I have asked him the question once, but will do so again." + +The clerk returned to the office with Luke. Coleman eyed them +uneasily, as if he suspected them of having been engaged in a +conspiracy against him. + +"Well," he said, "are you going to give me my money?" + +"State the amount," said the clerk, in a businesslike manner. + +"I have already told you that I can't state exactly. I handed +the money to Luke without counting it." + +"You must have some idea, at any rate," said the clerk. + +"Of course I have. There was somewhere around seventy-five dollars." + +This he said with a confidence which he did not feel, for it +was, of course, a mere guess. + +"You are quite out in your estimate, Mr. Coleman. It is evident to +me that you have made a false claim. You will oblige me by settling +your bill and leaving the hotel." + +"Do you think I will submit to such treatment?" demanded +Coleman, furiously. + +"I think you'll have to," returned the clerk, quietly. "You can +go in to breakfast, if you like, but you must afterward leave the +hotel. John," this to a bellboy, "go up to number forty-seven and +bring down this gentleman's luggage." + +"You and the boy are in a conspiracy against me!" exclaimed +Coleman, angrily. "I have a great mind to have you both arrested!" + +"I advise you not to attempt it. You may get into trouble." + +Coleman apparently did think better of it. Half an hour later he +left the hotel, and Luke found himself alone. He decided that he +must be more circumspect hereafter. + + + +CHAPTER XXX + +A DISCOVERY + + +Luke was in Chicago, but what to do next he did not know. He might +have advertised in one or more of the Chicago papers for James +Harding, formerly in the employ of John Armstrong, of New York, +but if this should come to the knowledge of the party who had +appropriated the bonds, it might be a revelation of the weakness of +the case against them. Again, he might apply to a private detective, +but if he did so, the case would pass out of his hands. + +Luke had this piece of information to start upon. He had been +informed that Harding left Mr. Armstrong's employment June 17, 1879, +and, as was supposed, at once proceeded West. If he could get hold +of a file of some Chicago daily paper for the week succeeding, he +might look over the last arrivals, and ascertain at what hotel +Harding had stopped. This would be something. + +"Where can I examine a file of some Chicago daily paper for 1879, +Mr. Lawrence?" he asked of the clerk. + +"Right here," answered the clerk. "Mr. Goth, the landlord, has a +file of the Times for the last ten years." + +"Would he let me examine the volume for 1879?" asked Luke, eagerly. + +"Certainly. I am busy just now, but this afternoon I will have the +papers brought down to the reading-room." + +He was as good as his word, and at three o'clock in the afternoon +Luke sat down before a formidable pile of papers, and began his +task of examination. + +He began with the paper bearing date June 19, and examined that and +the succeeding papers with great care. At length his search was +rewarded. In the paper for June 23 Luke discovered the name of James +Harding, and, what was a little singular, he was registered at the +Ottawa House. + +Luke felt quite exultant at this discovery. It might not lead to +anything, to be sure, but still it was an encouragement, and seemed +to augur well for his ultimate success. + +He went with his discovery to his friend the clerk. + +"Were you here in June, 1879, Mr. Lawrence?" he asked. + +"Yes. I came here in April of that year." + +"Of course, you could hardly be expected to remember a +casual guest?" + +"I am afraid not. What is his name?" + +"James Harding." + +"James Harding! Yes, I do remember him, and for a very good reason. +He took a very severe cold on the way from New York, and he lay here +in the hotel sick for two weeks. He was an elderly man, about +fifty-five, I should suppose." + +"That answers to the description given me. Do you know where he +went to from here?" + +"There you have me. I can't give you any information on +that point." + +Luke began to think that his discovery would lead to nothing. + +"Stay, though," said the clerk, after a moment's thought. "I +remember picking up a small diary in Mr. Harding's room after he +left us. I didn't think it of sufficient value to forward to him, +nor indeed did I know exactly where to send." + +"Can you show me the diary?" asked Luke, hopefully. + +"Yes. I have it upstairs in my chamber. Wait five minutes and +I will get it for you." + +A little later a small, black-covered diary was put in Luke's hand. +He opened it eagerly, and began to examine the items jotted down. +It appeared partly to note down daily expenses, but on alternate +pages there were occasional memorandums. About the fifteenth of May +appeared this sentence: "I have reason to think that my sister, Mrs. +Ellen Ransom, is now living in Franklin, Minnesota. She is probably +in poor circumstances, her husband having died in poverty a year +since. We two are all that is left of a once large family, and now +that I am shortly to retire from business with a modest competence, +I feel it will be alike my duty and my pleasure to join her, and do +what I can to make her comfortable. She has a boy who must now be +about twelve years old." + +"Come," said Luke, triumphantly, "I am making progress decidedly. +My first step will be to go to Franklin, Minnesota, and look up Mr. +Harding and his sister. After all, I ought to be grateful to Mr. +Coleman, notwithstanding his attempt to rob me. But for him I should +never have come to the Ottawa House, and thus I should have lost an +important clue." + +Luke sat down immediately and wrote to Mr. Armstrong, detailing the +discovery he had made--a letter which pleased his employer, and led +him to conclude that he had made a good choice in selecting Luke +for this confidential mission. + +The next day Luke left Chicago and journeyed by the most direct +route to Franklin, Minnesota. He ascertained that it was forty miles +distant from St. Paul, a few miles off the railroad. The last part +of the journey was performed in a stage, and was somewhat wearisome. +He breathed a sigh of relief when the stage stopped before the door +of a two-story inn with a swinging sign, bearing the name Franklin +House. + +Luke entered his name on the register and secured a room. He decided +to postpone questions till he had enjoyed a good supper and felt +refreshed. Then he went out to the desk and opened a conversation +with the landlord, or rather submitted first to answering a series +of questions propounded by that gentleman. + +"You're rather young to be travelin' alone, my young friend," said +the innkeeper. + +"Yes, sir." + +"Where might you be from?" + +"From New York." + +"Then you're a long way from home. Travelin' for your health?" + +"No," answered Luke, with a smile. "I have no trouble with +my health." + +"You do look pretty rugged, that's a fact. Goin' to settle +down in our State?" + +"I think not." + +"I reckon you're not travelin' on business? You're too young +for a drummer." + +"The fact is, I am in search of a family that I have been told +lives, or used to live, in Franklin." + +"What's the name?" + +"The lady is a Mrs. Ransom. I wish to see her brother-in-law, +Mr. James Harding." + +"Sho! You'll have to go farther to find them." + +"Don't they live here now?" asked Luke, disappointed. + +"No; they moved away six months ago." + +"Do you know where they went?" asked Luke, eagerly. + +"Not exactly. You see, there was a great stir about gold being +plenty in the Black Hills, and Mr. Harding, though he seemed to +be pretty well fixed, thought he wouldn't mind pickin' up a little. +He induced his sister to go with him--that is, her boy wanted to +go, and so she, not wantin' to be left alone, concluded to go, too." + +"So they went to the Black Hills. Do you think it would be +hard to find them?" + +"No; James Harding is a man that's likely to be known wherever +he is. Just go to where the miners are thickest, and I allow +you'll find him." + +Luke made inquiries, and ascertaining the best way of reaching +the Black Hills, started the next day. + +"If I don't find James Harding, it's because I can't," he said +to himself resolutely. + + + +CHAPTER XXXI + +TONY DENTON'S CALL + + +Leaving Luke on his way to the Black Hills, we will go back to +Groveton, to see how matters are moving on there. + +Tony Denton had now the excuse he sought for calling upon Prince +Duncan. Ostensibly, his errand related to the debt which Randolph +had incurred at his saloon, but really he had something more +important to speak of. It may be remarked that Squire Duncan, who +had a high idea of his own personal importance, looked upon Denton +as a low and insignificant person, and never noticed him when they +met casually in the street. It is difficult to play the part of an +aristocrat in a country village, but that is the role which Prince +Duncan assumed. Had he been a prince in reality, as he was by name, +he could not have borne himself more loftily when he came face to +face with those whom he considered his inferiors. + +When, in answer to the bell, the servant at Squire Duncan's +found Tony Denton standing on the doorstep, she looked at him +in surprise. + +"Is the squire at home?" asked the saloon keeper. + +"I believe so," said the girl, doubtfully. + +"I would like to see him. Say Mr. Denton wishes to see him on +important business." + +The message was delivered. + +"Mr. Denton!" repeated the squire, in surprise. "Is it Tony Denton?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"What can he wish to see me about?" + +"He says it's business of importance, sir." + +"Well, bring him in." + +Prince Duncan assumed his most important attitude and bearing when +his visitor entered his presence. + +"Mr.--ahem!--Denton, I believe?" he said, as if he found difficulty +in recognizing Tony. + +"The same." + +"I am--ahem!--surprised to hear that you have any business with me." + +"Yet so it is, Squire Duncan," said Tony, not perceptibly overawed +by the squire's grand manner. + +"Elucidate it!" said Prince Duncan, stiffly. + +"You may not be aware, Squire Duncan, that your son Randolph has +for some time frequented my billiard saloon and has run up a sum of +twenty-seven dollars." + +"I was certainly not aware of it. Had I been, I should have +forbidden his going there. It is no proper place for my son +to frequent." + +"Well, I don't know about that. It's respectable enough, I guess. +At any rate, he seemed to like it, and at his request, for he was +not always provided with money, I trusted him till his bill comes +to twenty-seven dollars--" + +"You surely don't expect me to pay it!" said the squire, coldly. +"He is a minor, as you very well know, and when you trusted him +you knew you couldn't legally collect your claim." + +"Well, squire, I thought I'd take my chances," said Tony, +carelessly. "I didn't think you'd be willing to have him owing +bills around the village. You're a gentleman, and I was sure +you'd settle the debt." + +"Then, sir, you made a very great mistake. Such bills as that I do +not feel called upon to pay. Was it all incurred for billiards?" + +"No; a part of it was for drinks." + +"Worse and worse! How can you have the face to come here, Mr. +Denton, and tell me that?" + +"I don't think it needs any face, squire. It's an honest debt." + +"You deliberately entrapped my son, and lured him into your saloon, +where he met low companions, and squandered his money and time in +drinking and low amusements." + +"Come, squire, you're a little too fast. Billiards ain't low. Did +you ever see Schaefer and Vignaux play?" + +"No, sir; I take no interest in the game. In coming here you +have simply wasted your time. You will get no money from me." + +"Then you won't pay your son's debt?" asked Tony Denton. + +"No." + +Instead of rising to go, Tony Denton kept his seat. He regarded +Squire Duncan attentively. + +"I am sorry, sir," said Prince Duncan, impatiently. "I shall have +to cut short this interview." + +"I will detain you only five minutes, sir. Have you ascertained +who robbed the bank?" + +"I have no time for gossip. No, sir." + +"I suppose you would welcome any information on the subject?" + +Duncan looked at his visitor now with sharp attention. + +"Do you know anything about it?" he asked. + +"Well, perhaps I do." + +"Were you implicated in it?" was the next question. + +Tony Denton smiled a peculiar smile. + +"No, I wasn't," he answered. "If I had been, I don't think I +should have called upon you about the matter. But--I think I know +who robbed the bank." + +"Who, then?" demanded the squire, with an uneasy look. + +Tony Denton rose from his chair, advanced to the door, which +was a little ajar, and closed it. Then he resumed. + +"One night late--it was after midnight--I was taking a walk, having +just closed my saloon, when it happened that my steps led by the +bank. It was dark--not a soul probably in the village was awake +save myself, when I saw the door of the bank open and a muffled +figure came out with a tin box under his arm. I came closer, yet +unobserved, and peered at the person. I recognized him." + +"You recognized him?" repeated the squire, mechanically, his face +pale and drawn. + +"Yes; do you want to know who it was?" + +Prince Duncan stared at him, but did not utter a word. + +"It was you, the president of the bank!" continued Denton. + +"Nonsense, man!" said Duncan, trying to regain his self-control. + +"It is not nonsense. I can swear to it." + +"I mean that it is nonsense about the robbery. I visited the bank +to withdraw a box of my own." + +"Of course you can make that statement before the court?" said Tony +Denton, coolly. + +"But--but--you won't think of mentioning this circumstance?" +muttered the squire. + +"Will you pay Randolph's bill?" + +"Yes--yes; I'll draw a check at once." + +"So far, so good; but it isn't far enough. I want more." + +"You want more?" ejaculated the squire. + +"Yes; I want a thousand-dollar government bond. It's cheap enough +for such a secret." + +"But I haven't any bonds." + +"You can find me one," said Tony, emphatically, "or I'll tell what I +know to the directors. You see, I know more than that." + +"What do you know?" asked Duncan, terrified. + +"I know that you disposed of a part of the bonds on Wall Street, to +Sharp & Ketchum. I stood outside when you were up in their office." + +Great beads of perspiration gathered upon the banker's brow. This +blow was wholly unexpected, and he was wholly unprepared for it. +He made a feeble resistance, but in the end, when Tony Denton left +the house he had a thousand-dollar bond carefully stowed away in +an inside pocket, and Squire Duncan was in such a state of mental +collapse that he left his supper untasted. + +Randolph was very much surprised when he learned that his father had +paid his bill at the billiard saloon, and still more surprised that +the squire made very little fuss about it. + + + +CHAPTER XXXII + +ON THE WAY TO THE BLACK HILLS + + +Just before Luke started for the Black Hills, he received the +following letter from his faithful friend Linton. It was sent to +New York to the care of Mr. Reed, and forwarded, it not being +considered prudent to have it known at Groveton where he was. + + +"Dear Luke," the letter commenced, "it seems a long time since +I have seen you, and I can truly say that I miss you more than +I would any other boy in Groveton. I wonder where you are--your +mother does not seem to know. She only knows you are traveling +for Mr. Reed. + +"There is not much news. Groveton, you know, is a quiet place. I +see Randolph every day. He seems very curious to know where you are. +I think he is disturbed because you have found employment elsewhere. +He professes to think that you are selling newspapers in New York, +or tending a peanut stand, adding kindly that it is all you are +fit for. I have heard a rumor that he was often to be seen playing +billiards at Tony Denton's, but I don't know whether it is true. I +sometimes think it would do him good to become a poor boy and have +to work for a living. + +"We are going to Orchard Beach next summer, as usual, and in the +fall mamma may take me to Europe to stay a year to learn the French +language. Won't that be fine? I wish you could go with me, but I am +afraid you can't sell papers or peanuts enough--which is it?--to pay +expenses. How long are you going to be away? I shall be glad to see +you back, and so will Florence Grant, and all your other friends, +of whom you have many in Groveton. Write soon to your affectionate +friend, + +"LINTON." + + +This letter quite cheered up Luke, who, in his first absence from +home, naturally felt a little lonely at times. + +"Linny is a true friend," he said. "He is just as well off as +Randolph, but never puts on airs. He is as popular as Randolph +is unpopular. I wish I could go to Europe with him." + +Upon the earlier portions of Luke's journey to the Black Hills we +need not dwell. The last hundred or hundred and fifty miles had +to be traversed in a stage, and this form of traveling Luke found +wearisome, yet not without interest. There was a spice of danger, +too, which added excitement, if not pleasure, to the trip. The Black +Hills stage had on more than one occasion been stopped by highwaymen +and the passengers robbed. + +The thought that this might happen proved a source of nervous alarm +to some, of excitement to others. + +Luke's fellow passengers included a large, portly man, a merchant +from some Western city; a clergyman with a white necktie, who was +sent out by some missionary society to start a church at the Black +Hills; two or three laboring men, of farmerlike appearance, who were +probably intending to work in the mines; one or two others, who +could not be classified, and a genuine dude, as far as appearance +went, a slender-waisted, soft-voiced young man, dressed in the +latest style, who spoke with a slight lisp. He hailed from the city +of New York, and called himself Mortimer Plantagenet Sprague. As +next to himself, Luke was the youngest passenger aboard the stage, +and sat beside him, the two became quite intimate. In spite of his +affected manners and somewhat feminine deportment, Luke got the +idea that Mr. Sprague was not wholly destitute of manly traits, if +occasion should call for their display. + +One day, as they were making three miles an hour over a poor road, +the conversation fell upon stage robbers. + +"What would you do, Colonel Braddon," one passenger asked of the +Western merchant, "if the stage were stopped by a gang of ruffians?" + +"Shoot 'em down like dogs, sir," was the prompt reply. "If +passengers were not so cowardly, stages would seldom be robbed." + +All the passengers regarded the valiant colonel with admiring +respect, and congratulated themselves that they had with them +so doughty a champion in case of need. + +"For my part," said the missionary, "I am a man of peace, and I must +perforce submit to these men of violence, if they took from me the +modest allowance furnished by the society for traveling expenses." + +"No doubt, sir," said Colonel Braddon. "You are a minister, and men +of your profession are not expected to fight. As for my friend Mr. +Sprague," and he directed the attention of the company derisively +to the New York dude, "he would, no doubt, engage the robbers +single-handed." + +"I don't know," drawled Mortimer Sprague. "I am afraid I couldn't +tackle more than two, don't you know." + +There was a roar of laughter, which did not seem to disturb Mr. +Sprague. He did not seem to be at all aware that his companions +were laughing at him. + +"Perhaps, with the help of my friend, Mr. Larkin," he added, +"I might be a match for three." + +There was another burst of laughter, in which Luke could not +help joining. + +"I am afraid I could not help you much, Mr. Sprague," he said. + +"I think, Mr. Sprague," said Colonel Braddon, "that you and I will +have to do the fighting if any attack is made. If our friend the +minister had one of his sermons with him, perhaps that would scare +away the highwaymen." + +"It would not be the first time they have had an effect on godless +men," answered the missionary, mildly, and there was another laugh, +this time at the colonel's expense. + +"What takes you to the Black Hills, my young friend?" asked Colonel +Braddon, addressing Luke. + +Other passengers awaited Luke's reply with interest. It was +unusual to find a boy of sixteen traveling alone in that region. + +"I hope to make some money," answered Luke, smiling. "I suppose +that is what we are all after." + +He didn't think it wise to explain his errand fully. + +"Are you going to dig for gold, Mr. Larkin?" asked Mortimer Sprague. +"It's awfully dirty, don't you know, and must be dreadfully hard on +the back." + +"Probably I am more used to hard work than you, Mr. Sprague," +answered Luke. + +"I never worked in my life," admitted the dude. "I really don't know +a shovel from a hoe." + +"Then, if I may be permitted to ask," said Colonel Braddon, "what +leads you to the Black Hills, Mr. Sprague?" + +"I thought I'd better see something of the country, you know. +Besides, I had a bet with another feller about whether the hills +were weally black, or not. I bet him a dozen bottles of champagne +that they were not black, after all." + +This statement was received with a round of laughter, which +seemed to surprise Mr. Sprague, who gazed with mild wonder at his +companions, saying: "Weally, I can't see what you fellers are +laughing at. I thought I'd better come myself, because the other +feller might be color-blind, don't you know." + +Here Mr. Sprague rubbed his hands and looked about him to see if +his joke was appreciated. + +"It seems to me that the expense of your journey will foot up +considerably more than a dozen bottles of champagne," said one +of the passengers. + +"Weally, I didn't think of that. You've got a great head, +old fellow. After all, a feller's got to be somewhere, and, +by Jove!-- What's that?" + +This ejaculation was produced by the sudden sinking of the two +left wheels in the mire in such a manner that the ponderous +Colonel Braddon was thrown into Mr. Sprague's lap. + +"You see, I had to go somewhere," said Braddon, humorously. + +"Weally, I hope we sha'n't get mixed," gasped Sprague. "If it's +all the same to you, I'd rather sit in your lap." + +"Just a little incident of travel, my dear sir," said Braddon, +laughing, as he resumed his proper seat. + +"I should call it rather a large incident," said Mr. Sprague, +recovering his breath. + +"I suppose," said Braddon, who seemed rather disposed to chaff +his slender traveling companion, "if you like the Black Hills; +you may buy one of them." + +"I may," answered Mr. Sprague, letting his glance rest calmly +on his big companion. "Suppose we buy one together." + +Colonel Braddon laughed, but felt that his joke had not been +successful. + +The conversation languished after awhile. It was such hard work +riding in a lumbering coach, over the most detestable roads, that +the passengers found it hard to be sociable. But a surprise was +in store. The coach made a sudden stop. Two horsemen appeared at +the window, and a stern voice said: "We'll trouble you to get out, +gentlemen. We'll take charge of what money and valuables you have +about you." + + + +CHAPTER XXXIII + +TWO UNEXPECTED CHAMPIONS + + +It may well be imagined that there was a commotion among the +passengers when this stern summons was heard. The highwaymen were +but two in number, but each was armed with a revolver, ready for +instant use. + +One by one the passengers descended from the stage, and stood +trembling and panic-stricken in the presence of the masked robbers. +There seems to be something in a mask which inspires added terror, +though it makes the wearers neither stronger nor more effective. + +Luke certainly felt startled and uncomfortable, for he felt that +he must surrender the money he had with him, and this would be +inconvenient, though the loss would not be his, but his employer's. + +But, singularly enough, the passenger who seemed most nervous and +terrified was the stalwart Colonel Braddon, who had boasted most +noisily of what he would do in case the stage were attacked. He +nervously felt in his pockets for his money, his face pale and +ashen, and said, imploringly: "Spare my life, gentlemen; I will +give you all I have." + +"All right, old man," said one of the stage robbers, as he took +the proffered pocketbook. "Haven't you any more money?" + +"No; on my honor, gentlemen. It will leave me penniless." + +"Hand over your watch." + +With a groan, Colonel Braddon handed over a gold stem-winder, +of Waltham make. + +"Couldn't you leave me the watch, gentlemen?" he said, imploringly. +"It was a present to me last Christmas." + +"Can't spare it. Make your friends give you another." + +Next came the turn of Mortimer Sprague, the young dude. + +"Hand over your spondulics, young feller," said the second +gentleman of the road. + +"Weally, I'm afraid I can't, without a good deal of twouble." + +"Oh, curse the trouble; do as I bid, or I'll break your silly head." + +"You see, gentlemen, I keep my money in my boots, don't you know." + +"Take off your boots, then, and be quick about it." + +"I can't; that is, without help. They're awfully tight, don't +you know." + +"Which boot is your money in?" asked the road agent, impatiently. + +"The right boot." + +"Hold it up, then, and I'll help you." + +The road agent stooped over, not suspecting any danger, and in doing +so laid down his revolver. + +In a flash Mortimer Sprague electrified not only his assailants, +but all the stage passengers, by producing a couple of revolvers, +which he pointed at the two road agents, and in a stern voice, +wholly unlike the affected tones in which he had hitherto spoken, +said: "Get out of here, you ruffians, or I'll fire!" + +The startled road agent tried to pick up his revolver, but Sprague +instantly put his foot on it, and repeated the command. + +The other road agent, who was occupied with the minister, turned +to assist his comrade, when he, too, received a check from an +unexpected source. + +The minister, who was an old man, had a stout staff, which he used +to guide him in his steps. He raised it and brought it down with +emphasis on the arm which held the revolver, exclaiming. "The sword +of the Lord and of Gideon! I smite thee, thou bold, bad man, not in +anger, but as an instrument of retribution." + +"Well done, reverend doctor!" exclaimed Mortimer Sprague. "Between +us we will lay the rascals out!" + +Luke, who was close at hand, secured the fallen revolver be fore the +road agent's arm had got over tingling with the paralyzing blow +dealt by the minister, who, in spite of his advanced age, possessed +a muscular arm. + +"Now git, you two!" exclaimed Mortimer Sprague. "Git, if you want +to escape with whole bones!" + +Never, perhaps, did two road agents look more foolish than these who +had suffered such a sudden and humiliating discomfiture from those +among the passengers whom they had feared least. + +The young dude and the old missionary had done battle for the entire +stage-load of passengers, and vanquished the masked robbers, before +whom the rest trembled. + +"Stop!" said Colonel Braddon, with a sudden thought. "One of the +rascals has got my pocketbook!" + +"Which one?" asked Mortimer. + +The colonel pointed him out. + +Instantly the dude fired, and a bullet whistled within a few inches +of the road agent's head. + +"Drop that pocketbook!" he exclaimed, "or I'll send another +messenger for it; that was only a warning!" + +With an execration the thoroughly terrified robber threw down the +pocketbook, and the relieved owner hastened forward to pick it up. + +"I thought I'd fetch him, don't you know," said the dude, relapsing +into his soft drawl. + +By this time both the road agents were at a safe distance, and the +rescued passengers breathed more freely. + +"Really, Mr. Sprague," said Colonel Braddon, pompously, "you are +entitled to a great deal of credit for your gallant behavior; you +did what I proposed to do. Of course, I had to submit to losing my +pocketbook, but I was just preparing to draw my revolver when you +got the start of me." + +"If I'd only known it, colonel," drawled Mr. Sprague, "I'd have +left the job for you. Weally, it would have saved me a good deal +of trouble. But I think the reverend doctor here is entitled to +the thanks of the company. I never knew exactly what the sword +of the Lord and of Gideon was before, but I see it means a good, +stout stick." + +"I was speaking figuratively, my young friend," said the missionary +"I am not sure but I have acted unprofessionally, but when I saw +those men of violence despoiling us, I felt the natural man rise +within me, and I smote him hip and thigh." + +"I thought you hit him on the arm, doctor," said Mr. Sprague. + +"Again I spoke figuratively, my young friend. I cannot say I regret +yielding to the impulse that moved me. I feel that I have helped to +foil the plans of the wicked." + +"Doctor," said one of the miners, "you've true grit. When you preach +at the Black Hills, count me and my friends among the listeners. +We're all willing to help along your new church, for you're one of +the right sort." + +"My friends, I will gladly accept your kind proposal, but I trust +it will not be solely because I have used this arm of flesh in your +defense. Mr. Sprague and I have but acted as humble instruments in +the hands of a Higher Power." + +"Well, gentlemen," said Colonel Braddon, "I think we may as well get +into the stage again and resume our journey." + +"What shall I do with this revolver?" asked Luke, indicating the one +he had picked up. + +"Keep it," said the colonel. "You'll make better use of it than the +rascal who lost it." + +"I've got an extra one here," said Mortimer Sprague, raising the one +on which he had put his foot. "I don't need it myself, so I will +offer it to the reverend doctor." + +The missionary shook his head. + +"I should not know how to use it," he said, "nor indeed am I sure +that I should feel justified in doing so." + +"May I have it, sir?" asked one of the miners. + +"Certainly, if you want it," said Mr. Sprague. + +"I couldn't afford to buy one; but I see that I shall need one +out here." + +In five minutes the stage was again on its way, and no further +adventures were met with. About the middle of the next day the +party arrived at Deadwood. + + + +CHAPTER XXXIV + +FENTON'S GULCH + + +Deadwood, at the time of Luke's arrival, looked more like a mining +camp than a town. The first settlers had neither the time nor the +money to build elaborate dwellings. Anything, however rough, that +would provide a shelter, was deemed sufficient. Luxury was not +dreamed of, and even ordinary comforts were only partially supplied. +Luke put up at a rude hotel, and the next morning began to make +inquiries for Mr. Harding. He ascertained that the person of whom he +was in search had arrived not many weeks previous, accompanied by +his sister. The latter, however, soon concluded that Deadwood was no +suitable residence for ladies, and had returned to her former home, +or some place near by. Mr. Harding remained, with a view of trying +his luck at the mines. + +The next point to be ascertained was to what mines he had directed +his steps. This information was hard to obtain. Finally, a man who +had just returned to Deadwood, hearing Luke making inquiries of the +hotel clerk, said: + +"I say, young chap, is the man you are after an old party over +fifty, with gray hair and a long nose?" + +"I think that is the right description," said Luke, eagerly. "Can +you tell me anything about him?" + +"The party I mean, he may be Harding, or may be somebody else, is +lying sick at Fenton's Gulch, about a day's journey from here--say +twenty miles." + +"Sick? What is the matter with him?" + +"He took a bad cold, and being an old man, couldn't stand it as well +as if he were twenty years younger. I left him in an old cabin lying +on a blanket, looking about as miserable as you would want to see. +Are you a friend of his?" + +"I am not acquainted with him," answered Luke, "but I am sent out by +a friend of his in the East. I am quite anxious to find him. Can you +give me directions?" + +"I can do better. I can guide you there. I only came to Deadwood +for some supplies, and I go back to-morrow morning." + +"If you will let me accompany you I will be very much obliged." + +"You can come with me and welcome. I shall be glad of your company. +Are you alone?" + +"Yes." + +"Seems to me you're rather a young chap to come out here alone." + +"I suppose I am," returned Luke, smiling, "but there was no one +else to come with me. If I find Mr. Harding, I shall be all right." + +"I can promise you that. It ain't likely he has got up from his +sick-bed and left the mines. I reckon you'll find him flat on his +back, as I left him." + +Luke learned that his mining friend was known as Jack Baxter. He +seemed a sociable and agreeable man, though rather rough in his +outward appearance and manners. The next morning they started in +company, and were compelled to travel all day. Toward sunset they +reached the place known as Fenton's Gulch. It was a wild and +dreary-looking place, but had a good reputation for its yield +of gold dust. + +"That's where you'll find the man you're after," said Baxter, +pointing to a dilapidated cabin, somewhat to the left of the mines. + +Luke went up to the cabin, the door of which was open, and +looked in. + +On a pallet in the corner lay a tall man, pale and emaciated. +He heard the slight noise at the door, and without turning his +head, said: "Come in, friend, whoever you are." + +Upon this, Luke advanced into the cabin. + +"Is this Mr. James Harding?" he asked. + +The sick man turned his head, and his glance rested with surprise +upon the boy of sixteen who addressed him. + +"Have I seen you before?" he asked. + +"No, sir. I have only just arrived at the Gulch. You are Mr. +Harding?" + +"Yes, that is my name; but how did you know it?" + +"I am here in search of you, Mr. Harding." + +"How is that?" asked the sick man, quickly. "Is my sister sick?" + +"Not that I know of. I come from Mr. Armstrong, in New York." + +"You come from Mr. Armstrong?" repeated the sick man, in evident +surprise. "Have you any message for me from him?" + +"Yes, but that can wait. I am sorry to find you sick. I hope that +it is nothing serious." + +"It would not be serious if I were in a settlement where I could +obtain a good doctor and proper medicines. Everything is serious +here. I have no care or attention, and no medicines." + +"Do you feel able to get away from here? It would be better for you +to be at Deadwood than here." + +"If I had anyone to go with me, I might venture to start for +Deadwood." + +"I am at your service, Mr. Harding." + +The sick man looked at Luke with a puzzled expression. + +"You are very kind," he said, after a pause. "What is your name?" + +"Luke Larkin." + +"And you know Mr. Armstrong?" + +"Yes. I am his messenger." + +"But how came he to send a boy so far? It is not like him." + +Luke laughed. + +"No doubt you think him unwise," he said. "The fact was, he took me +for lack of a better. Besides, the mission was a confidential one, +and he thought he could trust me, young as I am." + +"You say you have a message for me?" queried Harding. + +"Yes!" + +"What is it?" + +"First, can I do something for your comfort? Can't I get you some +breakfast?" + +"The message first." + +"I will give it at once. Do you remember purchasing some government +bonds for Mr. Armstrong a short time before you left his +employment?" + +"Yes. What of them?" + +"Have you preserved the numbers of the bonds?" Luke inquired, +anxiously. + +"Why do you ask?" + +"Because Mr. Armstrong has lost his list, and they have been stolen. +Till he learns the numbers, he will stand no chance of identifying +or recovering them." + +"I am sure I have the numbers. Feel in the pocket of my coat yonder, +and you will find a wallet. Take it out and bring it to me." + +Luke obeyed directions. + +The sick man opened the wallet and began to examine the contents. +Finally he drew out a paper, which he unfolded. + +"Here is the list. I was sure I had them." + +Luke's eyes lighted up with exultation. + +It was clear that he had succeeded in his mission. He felt that +he had justified the confidence which Mr. Armstrong had reposed +in him, and that the outlay would prove not to have been wasted. + +"May I copy them?" he asked. + +"Certainly, since you are the agent of Mr. Armstrong--or you may +have the original paper." + +"I will copy them, so that if that paper is lost, I may still have +the numbers. And now, what can I do for you?" + +The resources of Fenton's Gulch were limited, but Luke succeeded in +getting together materials for a breakfast for the sick man. The +latter brightened up when he had eaten a sparing meal. It cheered +him, also, to find that there was someone to whom he could look +for friendly services. + +To make my story short, on the second day he felt able to start +with Luke for Deadwood, which he reached without any serious +effect, except a considerable degree of fatigue. + +Arrived at Deadwood, where there were postal facilities, Luke lost +no time in writing a letter to Mr. Armstrong, enclosing a list of +the stolen bonds. He gave a brief account of the circumstances under +which he had found Mr. Harding, and promised to return as soon as he +could get the sick man back to his farm in Minnesota. + +When this letter was received, Roland Reed was in the merchant's +office. + +"Look at that, Mr. Reed," said Armstrong, triumphantly. "That boy +is as smart as lightning. Some people might have thought me a fool +for trusting so young a boy, but the result has justified me. Now +my course is clear. With the help of these numbers I shall soon be +able to trace the theft and convict the guilty party." + + + +CHAPTER XXXV + +BACK IN GROVETON + + +Meanwhile, some things occurred in Groveton which require to be +chronicled. Since the visit of Tony Denton, and the knowledge that +his secret was known, Prince Duncan had changed in manner and +appearance. There was an anxious look upon his face, and a haggard +look, which led some of his friends to think that his health was +affected. Indeed, this was true, for any mental disturbance is +likely to affect the body. By way of diverting attention from the +cause of this altered appearance, Mr. Duncan began to complain of +overwork, and to hint that he might have to travel for his health. +It occurred to him privately that circumstances might arise which +would make it necessary for him to go to Canada for a lengthened +period. + +With his secret in the possession of such a man as Tony Denton, +he could not feel safe. Besides, he suspected the keeper of the +billiard-room would not feel satisfied with the thousand-dollar bond +he had extorted from him, but would, after awhile, call for more. + +In this he was right. + +Scarcely a week had elapsed since his first visit, when the +servant announced one morning that a man wished to see him. + +"Do you know who it is, Mary?" asked the squire. + +"Yes, sir. It's Tony Denton." + +Prince Duncan's face contracted, and his heart sank within him. +He would gladly have refused to see his visitor, but knowing +the hold that Tony had upon him, he did not dare offend him. + +"You may tell him to come in," he said, with a troubled look. + +"What can the master have to do with a man like that?" thought Mary, +wondering. "I wouldn't let him into the house if I was a squire." + +Tony Denton entered the room with an assumption of ease which was +very disagreeable to Mr. Duncan. + +"I thought I'd call to see you, squire," he said. + +"Take a seat, Mr. Denton," said the squire coldly. + +Tony did not seem at all put out by the coldness of his reception. + +"I s'pose you remember what passed at our last meeting, Mr. Duncan," +he said, in a jaunty way. + +"Well, sir," responded Prince Duncan, in a forbidding tone. + +"We came to a little friendly arrangement, if you remember," +continued Denton. + +"Well, sir, there is no need to refer to the matter now." + +"Pardon me, squire, but I am obliged to keep to it." + +"Why?" + +"Because I've been unlucky??" + +"I suppose, Mr. Denton," said the squire haughtily, "you are capable +of managing your own business. If you don't manage it well, and meet +with losses, I certainly am not responsible, and I cannot understand +why you bring the matter to me." + +"You see, squire," said Tony, with a grin, "I look upon you as a +friend, and so it is natural that I should come to you for advice." + +"I wish I dared kick the fellow out of the house," thought Prince +Duncan. "He is a low scamp, and I don't like the reputation of +having such visitors." + +Under ordinary circumstances, and but for the secret which Tony +possessed, he would not have been suffered to remain in the squire's +study five minutes, but conscience makes cowards of us all, and Mr. +Duncan felt that he was no longer his own master. + +"I'll tell you about the bad luck, squire," Tony resumed. "You know +the bond you gave me the last time I called?" + +Mr. Duncan winced, and he did not reply. + +"I see you remember it. Well, I thought I might have the luck to +double it, so I went up to New York, and went to see one of them +Wall Street brokers. I asked his advice, and he told me I'd better +buy two hundred shares of some kind of stock, leaving the bond with +him as margin. He said I was pretty sure to make a good deal of +money, and I thought so myself. But the stock went down, and +yesterday I got a letter from him, saying that the margin was all +exhausted, and I must give him another, Or he would sell out the +stock." + +"Mr. Denton, you have been a fool!" exclaimed Mr. Duncan irritably. +"You might have known that would be the result of your insane folly. +You've lost your thousand dollars, and what have you got to show +for it?" + +"You may be right, squire, but I don't want to let the matter end +so. I want you to give me another bond." + +"You do, eh?" said Duncan indignantly. "So you want to throw away +another thousand dollars, do you?" + +"If I make good the margin, the stock'll go up likely, and I won't +lose anything." + +"You can do as you please, of course, but you will have to go +elsewhere for your money." + +"Will I?" asked Tony coolly. "There is no one else who would let +me have the money." + +"I won't let you have another cent, you may rely upon that!" +exclaimed Prince Duncan furiously. + +"I guess you'll think better of that, squire," said Tony, fixing +his keen black eyes on the bank president. + +"Why should I?" retorted Duncan, but his heart sank within him, +for he understood very well what the answer would be. + +"Because you know what the consequences of refusal would be," +Denton answered coolly. + +"I don't understand you," stammered the squire, but it was +evident from his startled look that he did. + +"I thought you would," returned Tony Denton quietly. "You know +very well that my evidence would convict you, as the person who +robbed the bank." + +"Hush!" ejaculated Prince Duncan, in nervous alarm. + +Tony Denton smiled with a consciousness of power. + +"I have no wish to expose you," he said, "if you will stand +my friend." + +In that moment Prince Duncan bitterly regretted the false step +he had taken. To be in the power of such a man was, indeed, +a terrible form of retribution. + +"Explain your meaning," he said reluctantly. + +"I want another government bond for a thousand dollars." + +"But when I gave you the first, you promised to preserve +silence, and trouble me no more." + +"I have been unfortunate, as I already explained to you." + +"I don't see how that alters matters. You took the risk voluntarily. +Why should I suffer because you were imprudent and lost your money?" + +"I can't argue with you, squire," said Tony, with an insolent smile. +"You are too smart for me. All I have to say is, that I must have +another bond." + +"Suppose I should give it to you--what assurance have I that you +will not make another demand?" + +"I will give you the promise in writing, if you like." + +"Knowing that I could not make use of any such paper with out +betraying myself." + +"Well, there is that objection, certainly, but I can't do anything +better." + +"What do you propose to do with the bond?" + +"Deposit it with my broker, as I have already told you." + +"I advise you not to do so. Make up your mind to lose the first, +and keep the second in your own hands." + +"I will consider your advice, squire." + +But it was very clear that Tony Denton would not follow it. + +All at once Prince Duncan brightened up. He had a happy thought. +Should it be discovered that the bonds used by Tony Denton belonged +to the contents of the stolen box, might he not succeed in throwing +the whole blame on the billiard-saloon keeper, and have him arrested +as the thief? The possession and use of the bonds would be very +damaging, and Tony's reputation was not such as to protect him. +Here seemed to be a rift in the clouds--and it was with comparative +cheerfulness that Mr. Duncan placed the second bond in the hands of +the visitor. + +"Of course," he said, "it will be for your interest not to let any +one know from whom you obtained this." + +"All right. I understand. Well, good morning, squire; I'm glad +things are satisfactory." + +"Good morning, Mr. Denton." + +When Tony had left the room, Prince Duncan threw himself back in his +chair and reflected. His thoughts were busy with the man who had +just left him, and he tried to arrange some method of throwing the +guilt upon Denton. Yet, perhaps, even that would not be necessary. +So far as Mr. Duncan knew, there was no record in Mr. Armstrong's +possession of the numbers of the bonds, and in that case they would +not be identified. + +"If I only knew positively that the numbers would not turn up, I +should feel perfectly secure, and could realize on the bonds at any +time," he thought. "I will wait awhile, and I may see my way clear." + + + +CHAPTER XXXVI + +A LETTER FROM LUKE + + +"There's a letter for you, Linton," said Henry Wagner, as he met +Linton Tomkins near the hotel. "I just saw your name on the list." + +In the Groveton post-office, as in many country offices, it was the +custom to post a list of those for whom letters had been received. + +"It must be from Luke," thought Linton, joyfully, and he bent his +steps immediately toward the office. No one in the village, outside +of Luke's family, missed him more than Linton. Though Luke was two +years and a half older, they had always been intimate friends. +Linton's family occupied a higher social position, but there was +nothing snobbish about Linton, as there was about Randolph, and it +made no difference to him that Luke lived in a small and humble +cottage, and, till recently, had been obliged to wear old and shabby +clothes. In this democratic spirit, Linton was encouraged by his +parents, who, while appreciating the refinement which is apt to be +connected with liberal means, were too sensible to undervalue +sterling merit and good character. + +Linton was right. His letter was from Luke. It read thus: + + +"DEAR LINNY: I was very glad to receive your letter. It made me +homesick for a short time. At any rate, it made me wish that I could +be back for an hour in dear old Groveton. I cannot tell you where I +am, for that is a secret of my employer. I am a long way from home; +I can tell you that much. When I get home, I shall be able to tell +you all. You will be glad to know that I have succeeded in the +mission on which I was sent, and have revived a telegram of thanks +from my employer. + +"It will not be long now before I am back in Groveton. I wonder if +my dear friend Randolph will be glad to see me? You can remember me +to him when you see him. It will gratify him to know that I am well +and doing well, and that my prospects for the future are excellent. + +"Give my regards to your father and mother, who have always been +kind to me. I shall come and see you the first thing after I return. +If you only knew how hard I find it to refrain from telling you all, +where I am and what adventures I have met with, how I came near +being robbed twice, and many other things, you would appreciate my +self-denial. But you shall know all very soon. I have had a good +time--the best time in my life. Let mother read this letter, and +believe me, dear Lin, + +"Your affectionate friend, + +"LUKE LARKIN." + + +Linton's curiosity was naturally excited by the references in +Luke's letter. + +"Where can Luke be?" he asked. "I wish he were at liberty to tell." + +Linton never dreamed, however, that his friend was two thousand +miles away, in the wild West. It would have seemed to him utterly +improbable. + +He was folding up the letter as he was walking homeward, when he +met Randolph Duncan. + +"What's that, Linton?" he asked. "A love-letter?" + +"Not much; I haven't got so far along. It is a letter from +Luke Larkin." + +"Oh!" sneered Randolph. "I congratulate you on your correspondent. +Is he in New York?" + +"The letter is postmarked in New York, but he is traveling." + +"Traveling? Where is he traveling?" + +"He doesn't say. This letter is forwarded by Mr. Reed." + +"The man who robbed the bank?" + +"What makes you say that? What proof have you that he robbed the +bank?" + +"I can't prove it, but my father thinks he is the robber. There +was something very suspicious about that tin box which he handed +to Luke." + +"It was opened in court, and proved to contain private papers." + +"Oh, that's easily seen through. He took out the bonds, and put in +the papers. I suppose he has experience in that sort of thing." + +"Does your father think that?" + +"Yes, he does. What does Luke say?" + +"Wait a minute, and I will read you a paragraph," said Linton, +with a mischievous smile. Thereupon he read the paragraph in +which Randolph was mentioned. + +"What does he mean by calling me his dear friend?" exclaimed +Randolph indignantly. "I never was his dear friend, and never +want to be." + +"I believe you, Randolph. Shall I tell you what he means?" + +"Yes." + +"He means it for a joke. He knows you don't like him, and he isn't +breaking his heart over it." + +"It's pretty cheeky in him! Just tell him when you write that he +needn't call me his dear friend again." + +"You might hurt his feelings," said Linton, gravely. + +"That for his feelings!" said Randolph, with a snap of his fingers. +"You say he's traveling. Shall I tell you what I think he is doing?" + +"If you like." + +"I think he is traveling with a blacking-box in his hand. It's just +the business for him." + +"I don't think you are right. He wouldn't make enough in that way +to pay traveling expenses. He says he has twice come near being +robbed." + +Randolph laughed derisively. + +"A thief wouldn't make much robbing him," he said. "If he got +twenty-five cents he'd be lucky." + +"You forget that he has a nice silver watch?" + +Randolph frowned. This with him was a sore reflection. Much as he +was disposed to look down upon Luke, he was aware that Luke's watch +was better than his, and, though he had importuned his father more +than once to buy him a gold watch, he saw no immediate prospect of +his wish being granted. + +"Oh, well, I've talked enough of Luke Larkin," he said, snappishly. +"He isn't worth so many words. I am very much surprised that a +gentleman's son like you, Linton, should demean himself by keeping +company with such a boy." + +"There is no boy in the village whom I would rather associate with," +said Linton, with sturdy friendship. + +"I don't admire your taste, then," said Randolph. "I don't +believe your father and mother like you to keep such company." + +"There you are mistaken," said Linton, with spirit. "They have an +excellent opinion of Luke, and if he should ever need a friend, I +am sure my father would be willing to help him." + +"Well, I must be going," said Randolph, by no means pleased with +this advocacy of Luke. "Come round and see me soon. You never come +to our house." + +Linton answered politely, but did not mean to become intimate with +Randolph, who was by no means to his taste. He knew that it was only +his social position that won him the invitation, and that if his +father should suddenly lose his property, Randolph's cordiality +would be sensibly diminished. Such friendship, he felt, was not to +be valued. + +"What are you thinking about? You seem in a brown study," said a +pleasant voice. + +Looking up, Linton recognized his teacher, Mr. Hooper. + +"I was thinking of Luke Larkin," answered Linton. + +"By the by, where is Luke? I have not seen him for some time." + +"He is traveling for Mr. Reed, I believe." + +"The man who committed the tin box to his care?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"Do you know where he is?" + +"No, sir. I have just received a letter from him, but he says he +is not at liberty to mention where he is." + +"Will he be home soon?" + +"Yes, I think so." + +"I shall be glad to see him. He is one of the most promising of +my pupils." + +Linton's expressive face showed the pleasure he felt at this +commendation of his friend. He felt more gratified than if Mr. +Hooper had directly praised him. + +"Luke can stand Randolph's depreciation," he reflected, "with such +a friend as Mr. Hooper." + +Linton was destined to meet plenty of acquaintances. Scarcely had he +parted from Mr. Hooper, when Tony Denton met him. The keeper of the +billiard-room was always on the alert to ingratiate himself with the +young people of the village, looking upon them as possible patrons +of his rooms. He would have been glad to draw in Linton, on account +of his father's prominent position in the village. + +"Good day, my young friend," he said, with suavity. + +"Good day, Mr. Denton," responded Linton, who thought it due to +himself to be polite, though he did not fancy Mr. Denton. + +"I should be very glad to have you look in at my billiard-room, +Mr. Linton," continued Tony. + +"Thank you sir, but I don't think my father would like to have me +visit a billiard-saloon--at any rate, till I am older." + +"Oh, I'll see that you come to no harm. If you don't want to play, +you can look on." + +"At any rate, I am obliged to you for your polite invitation." + +"Oh, I like to have the nice boys of the village around me. Your +friend Randolph Duncan often visits me." + +"So I have heard," replied Linton. + +"Well, I won't keep you, but remember my invitation." + +"I am not very likely to accept," thought Linton. "I have heard that +Randolph visits the billiard-room too often for his good." + + + +CHAPTER XXXVII + +AN INCIDENT ON THE CARS + + +As soon as possible, Luke started on his return to New York. He +had enjoyed his journey, but now he felt a longing to see home +and friends once more. His journey to Chicago was uneventful. He +stayed there a few hours, and then started on his way home. On his +trip from Chicago to Detroit he fell in with an old acquaintance +unexpectedly. + +When about thirty miles from Detroit, having as a seatmate a very +large man, who compressed him within uncomfortable limits, he took +his satchel, and passing into the car next forward, took a seat +a few feet from the door. He had scarcely seated himself when, +looking around, he discovered, in the second seat beyond, his old +Chicago acquaintance, Mr. J. Madison Coleman. He was as smooth +and affable as ever, and was chatting pleasantly with a rough, +farmerlike-looking man, who seemed very much taken with his +attractive companion. + +"I wonder what mischief Coleman is up to now?" thought Luke. + +He was so near that he was able to hear the conversation that +passed between them. + +"Yes, my friend," said Mr. Coleman, "I am well acquainted with +Detroit. Business has called me there very often, and it will +give me great pleasure to be of service to you in any way." + +"What business are you in?" inquired the other. + +"I am traveling for H. B. Claflin & Co., of New York. Of course you +have heard of them. They are the largest wholesale dry-goods firm +in the United States." + +"You don't say so!" returned the farmer respectfully. "Do you get +pretty good pay?" + +"I am not at liberty to tell just what pay I get," said Mr. Coleman, +"but I am willing to admit that it is over four thousand dollars." + +"You don't say so!" ejaculated the farmer. "My! I think myself +pretty lucky when I make a thousand dollars a year." + +"Oh, well, my dear sir, your expenses are very light compared to +mine. I spend about ten dollars a day on an average." + +"Jehu!" ejaculated the farmer. "Well, that is a pile. Do all the men +that travel for your firm get as much salary as you?" + +"Oh, no; I am one of the principal salesmen, and am paid extra. I am +always successful, if I do say it myself, and the firm know it, and +pay me accordingly. They know that several other firms are after me, +and would get me away if they didn't pay me my price." + +"I suppose you know all about investments, being a business man?" + +"Yes, I know a great deal about them," answered Mr. Coleman, his +eyes sparkling with pleasure at this evidence that his companion +had money. "If you have any money to invest, I shall be very glad +to advise you." + +"Well, you see, I've just had a note for two hundred and fifty +dollars paid in by a neighbor who's been owin' it for two years, and +I thought I'd go up to Detroit and put it in the savings-bank." + +"My good friend, the savings-bank pays but a small rate of interest. +I think I know a business man of Detroit who will take your money +and pay you ten per cent." + +"Ten per cent.!" exclaimed the farmer joyfully. "My! I didn't think +I could get over four or six." + +"So you can't, in a general way," answered Coleman. "But business +men, who are turning over their money once a month, can afford to +pay a good deal more." + +"But is your friend safe?" he inquired, anxiously. + +"Safe as the Bank of England," answered Coleman. "I've lent him a +thousand dollars at a time, myself, and always got principal and +interest regularly. I generally have a few thousand invested," he +added, in a matter-of-course manner. + +"I'd be glad to get ten per cent.," said the farmer. "That would be +twenty-five dollars a year on my money." + +"Exactly. I dare say you didn't get over six per cent. on the note." + +"I got seven, but I had to wait for the interest sometimes." + +"You'll never have to wait for interest if you lend to my friend. +I am only afraid he won't be willing to take so small a sum. Still, +I'll speak a good word for you, and he will make an exception in +your favor." + +"Thank you, sir," said the farmer gratefully. "I guess I'll let +him have it." + +"You couldn't do better. He's a high-minded, responsible man. I +would offer to take the money myself, but I really have no use +for it. I have at present two thousand dollars in bank waiting +for investment." + +"You don't say so!" said the farmer, eying Coleman with the respect +due to so large a capitalist. + +"Yes, I've got it in the savings-bank for the time being. If my +friend can make use of it, I shall let him have it. He's just as +safe as a savings-bank." + +The farmer's confidence in Mr. Coleman was evidently fully +established. The young man talked so smoothly and confidently that +he would have imposed upon one who had seen far more of the world +than Farmer Jones. + +"I'm in luck to fall in with you, Mr.--" + +"Coleman," said the drummer, with suavity. "J. Madison Coleman. +My grandfather was a cousin of President James Madison, and that +accounts for my receiving that name." + +The farmer's respect was further increased. It was quite an event +to fall in with so near a relative of an illustrious ex-President, +and he was flattered to find that a young man of such lineage was +disposed to treat him with such friendly familiarity. + +"Are you going to stay long in Detroit?" asked the farmer. + +"Two or three days. I shall be extremely busy, but I shall find +time to attend to your business. In fact, I feel an interest in you, +my friend, and shall be glad to do you a service." + +"You are very kind, and I'm obleeged to you," said the farmer +gratefully. + +"Now, if you will excuse me for a few minutes, I will go into the +smoking-car and have a smoke." + +When he had left the car, Luke immediately left his seat, and went +forward to where the farmer was sitting. + +"Excuse me," he said, "but I saw you talking to a young man +just now." + +"Yes," answered the farmer complacently, "he's a relative of +President Madison." + +"I want to warn you against him. I know him to be a swindler." + +"What!" exclaimed the farmer, eying Luke suspiciously. "Who be you? +You're nothing but a boy." + +"That is true, but I am traveling on business. This Mr. Coleman +tried to rob me about a fortnight since, and nearly succeeded. I +heard him talking to you about money." + +"Yes, he was going to help me invest some money I have with me. He +said he could get me ten per cent." + +"Take my advice, and put it in a savings-bank. Then it will be +safe. No man who offers to pay ten per cent. for money can be +relied upon." + +"Perhaps you want to rob me yourself?" said the farmer suspiciously. + +"Do I look like it?" asked Luke, smiling. "Isn't my advice good, to +put the money in a savings-bank? But I will tell you how I fell in +with Mr. Coleman, and how he tried to swindle me, and then you can +judge for yourself." + +This Luke did briefly and his tone and manner carried conviction. +The farmer became extremely indignant at the intended fraud, +and promised to have nothing to do with Coleman. + +"I will take my old seat, then," said Luke. "I don't want Coleman to +know who warned you." + +Presently, Coleman came back and was about to resume his seat beside +the farmer. + +"You see I have come back," he said. + +"You needn't have troubled yourself," said the farmer, with a +lowering frown. "You nearly took me in with your smooth words, +but I've got my money yet, and I mean to keep it. Your friend can't +have it." + +"What does all this mean, my friend?" asked Coleman, in real +amazement. "Is it possible you distrust me? Why, I was going to +put myself to inconvenience to do you a service." + +"Then you needn't. I know you. You wanted to swindle me out of +my two hundred and fifty dollars." + +"Sir, you insult me!" exclaimed Coleman, with lofty indignation. +"What do I--a rich man--want of your paltry two hundred and +fifty dollars?" + +"I don't believe you are a rich man. Didn't I tell you, I have +been warned against you?" + +"Who dared to talk against me?" asked Coleman indignantly. Then, +casting his eyes about, he noticed Luke for the first time. Now it +was all clear to him. + +Striding up to Luke's seat, he said threateningly, "Have you been +talking against me, you young jackanapes?" + +"Yes, Mr. Coleman, I have," answered Luke steadily. "I thought it +my duty to inform this man of your character. I have advised him to +put his money into a savings-bank." + +"Curse you for an impertinent meddler!" said Coleman wrathfully. +"I'll get even with you for this!" + +"You can do as you please," said Luke calmly. + +Coleman went up to the farmer and said, abruptly, "You've been +imposed upon by an unprincipled boy. He's been telling you lies +about me." + +"He has given me good advice," said the farmer sturdily, "and I +shall follow it." + +"You are making a fool of yourself!" + +"That is better than to be made fool of, and lose my money." + +Coleman saw that the game was lost, and left the car. He would +gladly have assaulted Luke, but knew that it would only get him +into trouble. + + + +CHAPTER XXXVIII + +LUKE'S RETURN + + +Mr. Armstrong was sitting in his office one morning when the door +opened, and Luke entered, his face flushed with health, and his +cheeks browned by exposure. + +"You see I've got back, Mr. Armstrong," he said, advancing with a +smile. + +"Welcome home, Luke!" exclaimed the merchant heartily, grasping our +hero's hand cordially. + +"I hope you are satisfied with me," said Luke. + +"Satisfied! I ought to be. You have done yourself the greatest +credit. It is seldom a boy of your age exhibits such good +judgment and discretion." + +"Thank you, sir," said Luke gratefully. "I was obliged to spend a +good deal of money," he added, "and I have arrived in New York +with only three dollars and seventy-five cents in my pocket." + +"I have no fault to find with your expenses," said Mr. Armstrong +promptly. "Nor would I have complained if you had spent twice as +much. The main thing was to succeed, and you have succeeded." + +"I am glad to hear you speak so," said Luke, relieved. "To me it +seemed a great deal of money. You gave me two hundred dollars, and +I have less than five dollars left. Here it is!" and Luke drew the +sum from his pocket, and tendered it to the merchant. + +"I can't take it," said Mr. Armstrong. "You don't owe me any money. +It is I who am owing you. Take this on account," and he drew a +roll of bills from his pocketbook and handed it to Luke. "Here are +a hundred dollars on account," he continued. + +"This is too much, Mr. Armstrong," said Luke, quite overwhelmed +with the magnitude of the gift. + +"Let me be the judge of that," said Mr. Armstrong kindly. "There +is only one thing, Luke, that I should have liked to have you do." + +"What is that, sir?" + +"I should like to have had you bring me a list of the numbers +certified to by Mr. Harding." + +Luke's answer was to draw from the inside pocket of his vest a paper +signed by the old bookkeeper, containing a list of the numbers, +regularly subscribed and certified to. + +"Is that what you wished, sir?" he asked. + +"You are a wonderful boy," said the merchant admiringly. "Was this +your idea, or Mr. Harding's?" + +"I believe I suggested it to him," said Luke modestly. + +"That makes all clear sailing," said Mr. Armstrong. "Here are fifty +dollars more. You deserve it for your thoughtfulness." + +"You have given me enough already," said Luke, drawing back. + +"My dear boy, it is evident that you still have something to learn +in the way of business. When a rich old fellow offers you money, +which he can well afford, you had better take it." + +"That removes all my objections," said Luke. "But I am afraid you +will spoil me with your liberality, Mr. Armstrong." + +"I will take the risk of it. But here is another of your friends." + +The door had just opened, and Roland Reed entered. There was another +cordial greeting, and Luke felt that it was pleasant, indeed, to +have two such good friends. + +"When are you going to Groveton, Luke?" asked Mr. Reed. + +"I shall go this afternoon, if there is nothing more you wish me +to do. I am anxious to see my mother." + +"That is quite right, Luke. Your mother is your best friend, and +deserves all the attention you can give her. I shall probably go +to Groveton myself to-morrow." + +After Luke had left the office, Mr. Reed remained to consult +with the merchant as to what was the best thing to do. Both were +satisfied that Prince Duncan, the president of the bank, was the +real thief who had robbed the bank. There were two courses open--a +criminal prosecution, or a private arrangement which should include +the return of the stolen property. The latter course was determined +upon, but should it prove ineffective, severer measures were to be +resorted to. + + + +CHAPTER XXXIX + +HOW LUKE WAS RECEIVED + + +Luke's return to Groveton was received with delight by his mother +and his true friend Linton. Naturally Randolph displayed the same +feelings toward him as ever. It so chanced that he met Luke only +an hour after his arrival. He would have passed him by unnoticed +but for the curiosity he felt to know where he had been, and what +he was intending to do. + +"Humph! so you're back again!" he remarked. + +"Yes," answered Luke, with a smile. "I hope you haven't missed me +much, Randolph." + +"Oh, I've managed to live through it," returned Randolph, with +what he thought to be cutting sarcasm. + +"I am glad of that." + +"Where were you?" asked Randolph, abruptly. + +"I was in New York a part of the time," said Luke. + +"Where were you the rest of the time?" + +"I was traveling." + +"That sounds large. Perhaps you were traveling with a hand-organ." + +"Perhaps I was." + +"Well, what are you going to do now?" + +"Thank you for your kind interest in me, Randolph. I will tell you +as soon as I know." + +"Oh, you needn't think I feel interest in you." + +"Then I won't." + +"You are impertinent," said Randolph, scowling. It dawned upon him +that Luke was chaffing him. + +"I don't mean to be. If I have been, I apologize. If you know of +any situation which will pay me a fair sum, I wish you would +mention me." + +"I'll see about it," said Randolph, in an important tone. He was +pleased at Luke's change of tone. "I don't think you can get back +as janitor, for my father doesn't like you." + +"Couldn't you intercede for me, Randolph?" + +"Why, the fact is, you put on so many airs, for a poor boy, that I +shouldn't feel justified in recommending you. It is your own fault." + +"Well, perhaps it is," said Luke. + +"I am glad you acknowledge it. I don't know but my father will give +you a chance to work round our house, make fires, and run errands." + +"What would he pay?" asked Luke, in a businesslike tone. + +"He might pay a dollar and a half a week." + +"I'm afraid I couldn't support myself on that." + +"Oh, well, that's your lookout. It's better than loafing round +doing nothing." + +"You're right there, Randolph." + +"I'll just mention it to father, then." + +"No, thank you. I shouldn't wonder if Mr. Reed might find something +for me to do." + +"Oh, the man that robbed the bank?" said Randolph, turning up +his nose. + +"It may soon be discovered that some one else robbed the bank." + +"I don't believe it." + +Here the two boys parted. + +"Luke," said Linton, the same day, "have you decided what you +are going to do?" + +"Not yet; but I have friends who, I think, will look out for me." + +"Because my father says he will find you a place if you fail to +get one elsewhere." + +"Tell your father that I think he is very kind. There is no one to +whom I would more willingly be indebted for a favor. If I should +find myself unemployed, I will come to him." + +"All right! I am going to drive over to Coleraine"--the next +town--"this afternoon. Will you go with me?" + +"I should like nothing better." + +"What a difference there is between Randolph and Linton!" +thought Luke. + + + +CHAPTER XL + +THE BANK ROBBER IS FOUND + + +Tony Denton lost no time in going up to the city with the second +bond he had extracted from the fears of Prince Duncan. He went +directly to the office of his brokers, Gay & Sears, and announced +that he was prepared to deposit additional margin. + +The bond was received, and taken to the partners in the back office. +Some four minutes elapsed, and the clerk reappeared. + +"Mr. Denton, will you step into the back office?" he said. + +"Certainly," answered Tony cheerfully. + +He found the two brokers within. + +"This is Mr. Denton?" said the senior partner. + +"Yes, sir." + +"You offer this bond as additional margin on the shares we hold +in your name?" + +"Yes, of course." + +"Mr. Denton," said Mr. Gay searchingly, "where did you get +this bond?" + +"Where did I get it?" repeated Denton nervously. "Why, I +bought it." + +"How long since?" + +"About a year." + +The two partners exchanged glances. + +"Where do you live, Mr. Denton?" + +"In Groveton." + +"Ahem! Mr. Sears, will you be kind enough to draw out the +necessary papers?" + +Tony Denton felt relieved. The trouble seemed to be over. + +Mr. Gay at the same time stepped into the main office and gave +a direction to one of the clerks. + +Mr. Sears drew out a large sheet of foolscap, and began, in very +deliberate fashion, to write. He kept on writing for some minutes. +Tony Denton wondered why so much writing should be necessary in a +transaction of this kind. Five minutes later a young man looked +into the office, and said, addressing Mr. Gay. "All right!" + +Upon that Mr. Sears suspended writing. + +"Mr. Denton," said Mr. Gay, "are you aware that this bond which +you have brought us was stolen from the Groveton Bank?" + +"I--don't--believe--it," gasped Denton, turning pale. + +"The numbers of the stolen bonds have been sent to all the bankers +and brokers in the city. This is one, and the one you brought us +not long since is another. Do you persist in saying that you bought +this bond a year ago?" + +"No, no!" exclaimed Denton, terrified. + +"Did you rob the bank?" + +"No, I didn't!" ejaculated the terrified man, wiping the +perspiration from his brow. + +"Where, then, did you get the bonds?" + +"I got them both from Prince Duncan, president of the bank." + +Both partners looked surprised. + +One of them went to the door of the office, and called in Mr. +Armstrong, who, as well as a policeman, had been sent for. + +Tony Denton's statement was repeated to him. + +"I am not surprised," he said. "I expected it." + +Tony Denton now made a clean breast of the whole affair, and his +words were taken down. + +"Are you willing to go to Groveton with me, and repeat this in +presence of Mr. Duncan?" asked Mr. Armstrong. + +"Yes." + +"Will you not have him arrested?" asked Mr. Gay. + +"No, he has every reason to keep faith with me." + +It was rather late in the day when Mr. Armstrong, accompanied by +Tony Denton, made their appearance at the house of Prince Duncan. +When the banker's eyes rested on the strangely assorted pair, his +heart sank within him. He had a suspicion of what it meant. + +"We have called on you, Mr. Duncan, on a matter of importance," +said Mr. Armstrong. + +"Very well," answered Duncan faintly. + +"It is useless to mince matters. I have evidence outside of this +man's to show that it was you who robbed the bank of which you +are president, and appropriated to your own use the bonds which +it contained." + +"This is a strange charge to bring against a man in my position. +Where is your proof?" demanded Duncan, attempting to bluster. + +"I have Mr. Denton's evidence that he obtained two thousand-dollar +bonds of you." + +"Very well, suppose I did sell him two such bonds?" + +"They were among the bonds stolen." + +"It is not true. They were bonds I have had for five years." + +"Your denial is useless. The numbers betray you." + +"You did not have the numbers of the bonds." + +"So you think, but I have obtained them from an old book-keeper of +mine, now at the West. I sent a special messenger out to obtain the +list from him. Would you like to know who the messenger was?" + +"Who was it?" + +"Luke Larkin." + +"That boy!" exclaimed Duncan bitterly. + +"Yes, that boy supplied me with the necessary proof. And now, I have +a word to say; I can send you to prison, but for the sake of your +family I would prefer to spare you. But the bonds must be given up." + +"I haven't them all in my possession." + +"Then you must pay me the market price of those you have used. The +last one given to this man is safe." + +"It will reduce me to poverty," said Prince Duncan in great agitation. + +"Nevertheless, it must be done!" said Mr. Armstrong sternly. +"Moreover, you must resign your position as president of the bank, +and on that condition you will be allowed to go free, and I will +not expose you." + +Of course, Squire Duncan was compelled to accept these terms. He +saved a small sum out of the wreck of his fortune, and with his +family removed to the West, where they were obliged to adopt a very +different style of living. Randolph is now an office boy at a salary +of four dollars a week, and is no longer able to swagger and boast +as he has done hitherto. Mr. Tomkins, Linton's father, was elected +president of the Groveton Bank in place of Mr. Duncan, much to the +satisfaction of Luke. + +Roland Reed, much to the surprise of Luke, revealed himself as a +cousin of Mr. Larkin, who for twenty-five years had been lost +sight of. He had changed his name, on account of some trouble into +which he had been betrayed by Prince Duncan, and thus had not been +recognized. + +"You need be under no anxiety about Luke and his prospects," he +said to Mrs. Larkin. "I shall make over to him ten thousand dollars +at once, constituting myself his guardian, and will see that he is +well started in business. My friend Mr. Armstrong proposes to take +him into his office, if you do not object, at a liberal salary." + +"I shall miss him very much," said Mrs. Larkin, "though I am +thankful that he is to be so well provided for." + +"He can come home every Saturday night, and stay until Monday +morning," said Mr. Reed, who, by the way, chose to retain his +name in place of his old one. "Will that satisfy you?" + +"It ought to, surely, and I am grateful to Providence for all the +blessings which it has showered upon me and mine." + +There was another change. Mr. Reed built a neat and commodious house +in the pleasantest part of the village and there Mrs. Larkin removed +with his little daughter, of whom she still had the charge. No one +rejoiced more sincerely at Luke's good fortune than Linton, who +throughout had been a true and faithful friend. He is at present +visiting Europe with his mother, and has written an earnest letter, +asking Luke to join him. But Luke feels that he cannot leave a good +business position, and must postpone the pleasure of traveling till +he is older. + +Mr. J. Madison Coleman, the enterprising drummer, has got into +trouble, and is at present an inmate of the State penitentiary at +Joliet, Illinois. It is fortunate for the traveling public, so many +of whom he has swindled, that he is for a time placed where he can +do no more mischief. + +So closes an eventful passage in the life of Luke Larkin. He has +struggled upward from a boyhood of privation and self-denial into +a youth and manhood of prosperity and honor. 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